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Guys help I LOST MY PILLS. WHAT DO I DO???
August (think that was TMFMS' name??) killed me...didn't realise he could do that. and I was in a deep cave and I couldn't make it back in time since SOMEONE decided to be so aggressive!! I swear every five seconds he is showing up I just can't deal with it....barely giving me any time to interact with Lenny and The Knocker :( so yeah my pills have despawned. can I like...make more or something? or do I have to switch to creative mode to get it back??
- you’re gay
- can read
- support gay people
- want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past
- are an antelope
- or want a chocolate bar.
man I went into this tag (dreamwastaken) just to see c!dream stuff and I'm getting hit with all the drama that's happening... (which to be fair, I should have expected it, mb)
Can't a guy just enjoy dsmp without all of this shit 😭🙏
The man froze in his steps, having wandered into the lab. He glanced off to the side, then back at Harley in confusion. Huh. It was a wonder where exactly he had showed up from and how he had even gotten in (he didn't even know himself, his memory was too fucked up for him to remember sometimes).
"You're...Doctor Sawyer, aren't you?"
It wasn't truly a question. Rue already knew who the other was.
But gods...this was the last person he wanted to see. Actually, this had been the exact same person (if he could even call the other that after what had happened) that he had been avoiding after a certain event.
Honestly, he hadn't expected Harley to still be functioning after all these years. But at the same time it was fucking Doctor Harley Sawyer, and if his years of working with the other had taught him anything, it was to not underestimate the man.
"....I'm not sure if you remember me, but I used to work with you. I'm- I was Doctor Rueben. Or Rue- it doesn't matter much-"
What was he meant to say? Having been a direct witness to what the others had done and even aiding in it, unintentionally or not, was a good enough reason for him to not say anything at all. Gods, why hadn't he done more back then? Why had he just given up after the first attempt to stop it?
Okay, well, he did know why. Rue just didn't want to admit what it was.
{Harley chuckles, his eye narrows and he looks at him like a hawk stalking his prey}
"Oh yes I am, long time no see!"
{Harley walks over to him and he puts his robotic hand.}
"Dr. Rueben, it's been so long since I lasted see you, how have you been doing?"
He felt small. Not even just height wise, though Harley had always been taller than him, but more...mentally? Did that even make sense? Whatever. His hands fiddled around with one another, occasionally tugging on the gloves that he always wore.
"But..I've been fine. I guess."
It didn't really matter what he said, in his eyes. Fuck. He would have loved to just turn around and run away, but that probably wasn't the best choice here.
"Do you–"
Rue paused, and fell silent. Should he even ask? Would he be lied to? Or be told the truth? A part of him really wanted to just ask and trust that Harley wouldn't lie but-
No. No he couldn't. He couldn't risk it. As much as he needed to know where FableMimsy- Veto, was, he knew that he shouldn't ask the other.
guys lets be fr, people only joined Louis because he's pretty.
Or a large portion of them at least. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEN TRULY BELIEVED THE "we'll unite the tribes" or whatever it was bullshit.
Lesson learnt kids, being pretty can have you grow an army.
(For legal reasons I must say to NOT listen to me, please do not grow an army-)
Ever have those times where you really want to write something including an oc and canon character (in which their relationship may or may not be hinting at unrequited feelings) but you just get scared that the fandom will absolutely hate you?
Time to just write out some things about my cod ocs and introduce the main three!
First up we have Angel!
Full name is Aurelia Keres Leika Zakhar.
He's 31, trans ftm and gay. He's Spanish, African, and Russian.
Works for Makarov. Somehow his right-hand man and uh...basically the other soldiers call him "Makarov's lapdog."
He's a sniper!
Next is Spirit
Name hasn't been decided yet...but he's 25, male, and bisexual! Also Italian and French.
Also works for Makarov, but is simply one of his soldiers. Ironically, he follows around Angel a lot, who follows Makarov like- almost constantly.
Also a sniper, but less experienced than Angel ofc.
And last but not least, Medusa!
Full name is Alina Avril Cadell.
She's 23, female, and a lesbian! She's russian.
Does not work for Makarov! Is instead 141's medic. Cause uh...I don't remember if they had one. If they did oh well too bad I ain't changing her role, because then I'd need to change her lore.
She's a medic, but it's not like she still doesn't go on missions...and shoot people. Idk what to call that role, but named it as 'ambusher'. No idea why.
How are they all connected?
Oh well they were all part of a unit in the past along with most of my other ocs. But then after their last mission, where the people they worked for decided that to...get rid of them, they split up and couldn't get in contact with one another, figuring that everyone else must be dead. But nope. None of them died. Honestly the people they had worked for were stupid. Did they really think that one of their most dangerous units would betray them? Yes that was the whole reason this all happened. They seriously thought that they'd all die just because they got the wrong information for a mission.
But yeah, that's the basics of what caused the whole unit to be split up. Spirit and Angel were together while getting away, while Medusa had been alone.
The next time they had met was on the battlefield, when 141 had been on a mission involving Makarov, and Angel & Spirit had been there (Angel leading Spirit's squadron). She saw them and...well, felt betrayed. Who wouldn't?
So it went from best friends to enemies.
But yeah that's basically all of their basic information.
“Grandma! Grandma! Tell me a story!” Exclaimed an excited child as they sat down next to the fireplace, watching as their grandma gently rocked herself back and forth in her old rocking chair. The smell of the flickering ashes and the occasional squeak of the rocking chair embedded itself deep within the child’s memory. “A story? Oh, but you should go to sleep dear…” The lady answered in a soft voice, a smile gracing her face as she gazed upon her child through wrinkles. “Please! I promise I'll go to sleep right after it! Please Grandma?” The small child begged, their eyes glimmering with a small bit of hope as they saw their grandma sigh before nodding. She beckoned for them to come closer, and once they did, she began her tale. “Alright dearie…one story. Then you go to sleep, you hear me?” The child nodded eagerly, excitement and joy clearly evident in their [___]-coloured eyes. The grandma's gaze trailed up to the wooden ceiling above, and her mind wandered off as she thought of a story to tell. She wanted it to be one that meant something to her. Something that would stick with the small child. “Ah…I have just the one. Get comfortable, my dear. And if you ever feel scared by my story, then make sure to tell me, and I'll stop.” The child laughed at that, shaking their head with a large smile plastered on their face.
“I won't get scared! I'm a brave kid!” Their Grandma chuckled softly, eyes squeezing in amusement. Her once composed concentration seemed to stare off into the distance as a story formed in her once-young mind. “Ah, well how about I tell you about something that happened to me 20 years ago?” The child crossed their legs in suspense as they waited not-so-patiently for their grandma. “It was a foggy day and me and your grandpa were chasing dandelions across the fields in England. We could barely see a thing, but in the distance was a small girl. Too old to be a baby but too young to be a teenager, I thought at that time I was seeing a ghost!” The child’s grandma didn't seem to be telling a story to the child anymore, she seemed to be recalling a distant memory from afar. “She was indeed, just like a ghost. Blood tainted her pink dress and her viridescent eyes…they looked…dead.” The child gazed upon what seemed to be what their grandma was staring at. “Dead? A ghost?” The child had a spark in their eyes whilst questioning in an innocent curiosity, but their grandma did not respond. Lips pale and eyes in sorrow, the child’s grandma whispered the end of the story. “That…was the last day I saw your grandpa…” All the excitement drained from both the child and the grandma’s faces. The last glimmer of youth disappeared from the grandma’s eyes as a tear wedged itself out. “What…what happened…? Did that girl cause it?” The child nervously asked in a soft voice, their eyes watching as the tear slowly rolled down their grandma’s cheek, falling down to the cold, wooden floor beneath the two, and landing with a faint thud.
“I…I’m not sure.” The grandma quietly answered, her gaze having dropped to the floor. “They never found him after that. It was like he just…vanished into thin air.” More tears started to fall from her eyes, and the child quickly stood up, taking a step closer to their grandmother before reaching out and gently holding her hand. “I promise I’ll find out.” The child said, their voice full of confidence and determination. “When I’m older, I promise that I’ll find out what happened to him! I’ll be just like mum and dad!” The child paused as they thought for a moment. “...um…what was the word again…oh! I’ll be a detective! Yeah! I’ll help find grandad and help mum and dad with their job!” The child’s voice sounded so confident that their grandmother didn’t have the heart to tell them that even if they did find out what happened, she might not be there to hear it. “I…thank you, dearie.” She gently squeezed their hand before brushing away a few of her tears, her gaze finally landing on her grandkid’s face. “Now…you should go off to bed. You have a big day tomorrow since your parents are coming to pick you up at five am so you don’t miss the plane.” The child blinked and perked up, shock taking over their emotions.
“But-” Their grandmother cut them off with a small shake of their head. “No buts. You said you would go to sleep after you heard a story.” The kid’s expression faltered and they hesitantly let go of her hand, taking a few steps backwards. “...okay…goodnight grandma.” They said quietly while retrieving the nearby plushie of their favourite animal, holding it close to their chest as their grandmother answered. “Goodnight dearie.” She said this with a smile, her voice soft and delicate. It was almost as if she hadn’t just been crying. With a small nod, the child started to walk away and to the stairs, but paused shortly after and quickly turned around, running over to their grandmother and giving her a quick hug before turning and running back up the stairs, their cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Goodnight!” They called out again while running up to their room, closing the door behind them quietly before walking over to their bed and slipping under the blanket, curling up and holding their toy close to them as their eyes slowly began to flutter shut, and sleep washed over them. Little did they know that that would be the last time they would ever see her, and that hugging her before leaving had let her rest feeling happy, staying unaware of the knife that would soon be plunged into her back only a few days after they left.
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This has been published on wattpad, quotev, and ao3.
