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Allister and Opal head into Ballonlea to explore. Considering that Allister has been dead for fifty years, there are complications to iron out.

New chapter of The Ghost of Glimwood Tangle is up. I really wanted this to exist, but had a heck of a job drawing it. Click to make it bigger, if you’re inclined. Inspired by this vintage Halloween postcard, of course.

Bonus: In this AU, Allister died in 1891. He’s either nervous in this picture, like the chapter, or trying to stay still for as long as it would have taken a photograph to expose.

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I needed to write something before infinity war

Peter took a breath, it wasn’t quite like he remembered it either time he had been here. From his first time here he remembers the vague feelings of a planet. When he thinks of this quaint little planet mostly he can remember images of his time, his other senses disappeared over time. Now even the images of the first time he was here were fading.

The second time he was on the blue orb was when Thanos was attacking on it. He was reluctant to go back, he imagined it to be horrible. After all what was it without his mother. He remembers it was so much worse than he thought it would be. He remembers the wind whipping across his face, stinging as he fought on. The ash in his eyes making nearly everything impossible to see. Breathing in the dust, feeling as if his lungs were on fire. Hearing the sounds of screams and battle surrounding him. Feeling the lump in his throat as the ground lurched beneath them, giant holes in the earth threatening to swallow them up. The pain in his leg, the lurching in his stomach. Every single detail. The worst thing was that peter couldn’t do anything about it. One minute he was fighting in the tumult the next he was frozen in place trying to escape what was holding him back.

A little hand on his thigh pulled him out of his thoughts of the cataclysmic event. “Daddy, can we go eat tacos now?!!”

He smiled his daughter was so lively, Peter often wondered if he was like that as a kid. He knew the answer no matter how much it hurt, Peter was forced to grow up so fast, between his mother’s cancer and being abducted by Yondu. Gamora was likely never this lively either, Peter knew her past was worse than his had been. Part of him wished that he and Gamora had lived normal lives, but he knew that he wouldn’t have met her.

“Daddy look!!!” Peter laughed as his daughter held up a baby opossum,”It’s a deformed Orloni”

“Sweetheart put the poor opossum down”

“Oh" she looked upset “Can we keep it?”

“No honey we already have rocket. Besides it’s looking for its mommy, so let it go.” He helped her gently put the opossum back in the grass. Peter slipped back into his thoughts. He had forgotten how beautiful it was here. Was it always so magnificent? Or was it just this part of the world? It was late afternoon in summer, Peter smiled as he heard cicada singing. He looked down at his daughter who was startled by them. “Its okay.” He picked her up, “They are little bugs. They don’t like the heat so they complain about it.”

“Peter please help, Jason wont stop wiggling.” Peter put his daughter down to go help Gamora tie the front pack. Jason had to be put in a front pack, he was too wiggly to hold and too little to walk. Peter looked Gamora in the eyes, she looked exhausted more so than he had ever seen her, even when she was being crushed by Thanos. Peter knew that he looked worse for wear too. The 6-month old was up every night late, the 4 year-old would wake up and climb in bed with them, and the constant missions were too much. Thats why rocket made them take this vacation, admittedly Peter didn’t want to come here back to Earth, but everyone else insisted.

“Peter you ready?” Gamora laid a hand on his shoulder. He had slipped into thought again.

“Yeah.” He sighed “I think. I just don’t know where to start.”

“Can we start with tacos??? Please??”

“Just start with the beginning Peter, if they are real family they will understand.”

“Yeah I know, its just a while back they would have thought I was insane. I mean abducted by aliens, went on space adventures, my dad, and my amazing family.” Peter gestured to his kids and Gamora.

Meridith decided she had engough waiting, taking Peter’s hand, “Daddy you talk too much, lets get tacos.”

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