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ROCKTOBER #9 SWEET TRUE LIES

“It’s simple, isn’t it?” His voice dripped with honey, a cloying sweetness that set Ophelia’s teeth on edge. He circled around her, his hooves clattering against old stone. The thick fog moving across couldn’t hide the wretched form of Doviculus from her sight. He stuck out, something disgusting in a peaceful weary place. The doom lands were being tainted by his presence alone. “You and I have a common goal, my dear.”

“How do I know you won’t betray me?” Ophelia questions, warily watching the demon emperor. She sharpened the tears at her fingertips. Ready to strike.

“You don’t.” He says simply, “But, what is his death worth to you? How badly do you want to see that whelp dead?”

“I’m going to kill him.” She says plainly. No hesitation in stating the obvious. She tore apart the damn landscape to find Eddie Riggs.

“My goal is the same. Why not let me assist you? I certainly won’t, get in the middle of your battle plans.” He continues, wiggling his fingers vaguely at the word plans. Disinterest clear on what her actual plans were. Ophelia wasn’t sure if she was insulted or relieved. The less he knew the better. “I can help corral the little thing and his army for you. Guide him directly into that maw of yours. You snap the trap and crush him.”

“What are you getting out of this? I want the final blow, I want his body and soul as mine.” She wouldn’t relent on that. She had a casket built for him. Ophelia intended to display him.

“I want that little half demon gone. He’s done enough to disrupt all of our lives. I’d like to go back to my own schedule. Not chase after a hatchling like him.” He extends a hand to hers, an offer. “So, do we have a deal?”

Ophelia isn’t a fool. She knows what this is. He would gladly kill her the first chance he had. She tips her head to the side, before offering a hand in kind.

It isn’t like he could kill her in a way that would matter.

He raises her hand to his lips, aged leather and tusks bump against her knuckles. Disgust settles low in her gut. Sweet true lies had their places. This was one of those places.

“I look forward to working with you.” He smiles, the leather squeaks. Ophelia gives a curtsy, her eyes trained on him. The sea burbled sharpened once again, ready to lash out if he came at her. He was in her territory, she could kill him so easily…

“Enjoy it while you can, demon.” She answers. Doviculus chuckled lowly, unfurling his wings. Without another words he flew into the sky, disappearing into the fog. A disgusting smear of sludge in her skyline.

“Death always calls, I suppose.” She muses to herself. “As long as Eddie Riggs is mine, that is all that matters.”

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ROCKTOBER #8 BORN AGAIN

She walks calmly along the surface of the water, watching the dark stillness ripple underfoot.

The sea burbled contentedly under her. She had taken the plunge into the sea at her lowest. Only to emerge a new person. A better person. Far better than anyone in Ironheade could possibly conceive. For all her trying, for all that desperation to be one of them- it never truly mattered.

This, this was far better. Ophelia felt more real than she ever had before. She felt born again. Every emotion felt new, bright, like stars bursting under her skin. Ophelia could feel everything so much more clearly now. She didn’t need to hinder herself to fit what they needed of her or expected. She wasn’t some sad little animal scrabbling at the edge of the crowd for scraps.

She was the queen now. She was the heart and mind of her people. The voice of the sea. Aetulia called to her and Ophelia answered.

Ophelia raised her arms over her head, swaying across the surface. Relief, jubilation and vindication poured through her. A laugh breaks through, jagged at the edges as Ophelia danced her way across the sea.

“Finally- finally!” She cried out. Her dark hair whipped around her face as she danced. Her feet graze the edge of land. Ophelia leapt forward, stretching her arms wide as she soaked in the power radiating around her. Every death, every bit of grief and despair lived here. All of it was hers to take.

“This is my time!”

She raises a fist high into the air, parting the sea cleanly down the middle. The undead stirred within, before heeding her call. Bodies lurched, dragged and shuffled their way to her. Each new soldier gave Ophelia a jolt of joy she couldn’t put into words. This was her army, her people. Her rebellion.

“It is time for you to join me! We are the Doom!”

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ROCKTOBER DAY #7 CHILD OF THE DAMNED

The crackle of static over the radio earns an exhausted breath from Eddie. He pinches the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to actually sit up. His whole body protests at the motion. He isn’t as spry as he used to be. He isn’t the spry thirty year old who swept in to save humanity from demons. He was pushing closer to sixty and his body wasn’t quite able to recover from this kind of thing.

“Fuck-“ He breathes out. He blinks rapidly, shaking his head. “Okay, I-“ He swallows thickly. He lets his head thunk back against the head rest of his car’s seat.

The sky is already starting to shift colors overhead. Dawn threatening to break.

Ophelia had to be worried at this point. He left in a hurry last night. She probably rallied the kids by now to try and find him.

He stares at the sky, avoidant, just for a bit longer before he glances down at his hands. His nails had started to turn naturally black, taking on an edge. He ran his tongue along his teeth, able to feel the sharpened edge that had come to fruition. He remembered the white fraying edge that had started to seep into his hair. His body had been changing again. Shifting with the time and age he had taken on.

His demonic heritage was becoming more obvious now. There was no way to spin the changes happening to anyone who saw him. The demon venom excuse was pitiful, but they had clung to it for this long.

“You’d think I was done with demon puberty by now, huh?” He questions the still air around him. “But, a guy can’t catch a break. If I grow horns next…”

He finally, properly sat up. Shaking himself loosely before starting up the Druid Plow. He needed to get home. He needed to apologize to his wife. He was child of the damned, but he would be dead meat if he left Ophelia hanging long enough.

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ROCKTOBER DAY #6 MICROPHONE

“Who handed Lita a microphone…” Muttered Kill Master under his breath as he reclined further back into the seat of his bike. The Fire Baron snorted in agreement. The two had parked next to one another in the loose crowd that was forming at the base of the stage.

Rima just cast both men a withering stare from her perch upon her metal beast. The woman could kill them with just that if she wanted.“She’s going to speak, silence.” Her voice brokered no argument.

Kill Master rolled his eyes under his sunglasses, tipping his hat back politely enough to seem like he was paying attention. The microphone peaked a few times, Lita grimaced at it, whilst Eddie gently corrected the issue without a word. He gave her an encouraging kind of smile alongside a thumbs up.

He cared about Ironheade plenty. Kill Master also knew Lita Halford gave the driest speeches known to humankind. Eddie usually did the speaking for a reason. The roadie could rev up a crowd with his excitement and smile alone. Lita was so harsh she tended to make people cower, or so awkward, no one knew what she was getting at. The healer figured that was why Eddie was standing behind Lita to some degree, ready to take over if she needed it.

He paid enough attention to the speech. Mostly focused on the subtle (not really) shift of Fire Baron’s hand finding his own. Callous fingers lace together with little effort. He can feel the calloused pad of the baron’s thumb moving across the side of his thumb. No one pays them much mind, just shuffling where they stand, trying to listen intently.

The two men quietly take soak in each others' presence as Lita talks about Ironheade’s future and alliances. She prattles on about allying themselves with old enemies. About grand future projects. The more technical things get taken over by Eddie after a bit. The crowd loosens up when he speaks.

Fire Baron steals glances at him from the side of his sunglasses, his lips curling into something of a genuine smile, if only for a moment.

Kill Master finds himself smiling back. The speech wasn’t worth a damn, but, he could put up with it for this.

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ROCKTOBER DAY #5 TITANS CALL

She folded her hands over her chest, purposefully laying still as she stared up at the sky. Her brother stalled for a moment before looking down at her. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for the Titans to call me away.” She sniffed back, turning her head away. She scowled unhappily, on the verge of a proper sulk.

Lars rolled his eyes, shoving Lita’s shoulders. He wasn’t that much older than Lita, but he was irritated by his baby sister’s reaction. He was the oldest and in charge, but Lita was sulking about not being in charge. He didn’t understand why. “Ormagoden’s breath, you’re impossible.” He groused back down at her.

“You’re impossible!” Lita countered snottily back, shoving Lars in turn. The blonde boy paused, seeming to debate with himself about being the 'bigger person' before Lita shoved him again. A frustrated sound escaped him as he finally gave in to shove her with his full strength. The ten year old and eight year old fell into their usual habit, wrestling one another across the grass whilst peppering each other with insults. Lars only yielded when Lita bit his arm. He recoiled backwards, clutching at his arm as Lita stuck her tongue out.

“No biting!” He snapped indignantly, swatting at Lita’s face. She just tried biting him again.

“You’re stinky and very biteable!”

“Titans help me, you’re the worst!” He half shouted. Lita blew a raspberry back at him. Lars just shoved her face into the dirt firmly.

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ROCKTOBER DAY #4 WE WILL FIGHT

The stench of sweat was almost overpowering at this point. Eddie couldn’t help but cover his mouth with his hand, grimacing behind it as he moved further down the hill towards the smell. His other hand tightened its grip on the basket in his grasp. He had been on too many tours to count at this point, and smelled some rancid buses, but this was a new level of stink.

These guys were fresh from the mines. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if they hadn’t had a real bath in years. He could only guess the demons maybe hosed people off sparingly to keep the gyre hot. Human suffering wasn't something demons were concerned over. Nor the stink, apparently. Maybe demons had bad senses of smell?

His sneakers scuffed against grass and rock as he pushed further down the slope of the center of the rebellion’s, no, Ironheade’s base of operations. Eddie wasn’t sure how these open plains had one section that just corkscrewed downwards into a hot spring in the center of it, but he wasn’t complaining. It made getting their new troops clean up way easier than walking all of them to the beach. He had to draw his hand away from his mouth to steady himself on some rocks, wondering why Lars hadn't made this safer yet. Eddie filed the idea of safety rails away in the back of his mind for later. This place needed pick-me-ups, and Eddie could make that happen. He could hear voices further at the top of the camp, but he could make out words much more clearly now. The various headbangers were talking amongst themselves as they bathed, soaking in the hot water and trying to understand the mysteries of soap.

“I can’t believe this, man.”

“I know!”

“This is… almost like a new lot in life, bro.”

“I’m ready to fight these stupid stinky demons.” A splash followed, along with soap skipping across the surface of the water. Eddie could tell from the fumbling and surprised sounds.

“We will fight, and we will kick some ass!” Eddie couldn't help but smile at the excitement, managing to resist his urge to fist pump. He needed to act like he hadn't heard the whole conversation on his way down. Play it cool, be casual. He needed to impress these guys still. Not as much as Lars, but, still pretty important.

Eddie’s arrival seemed to stall the conversation. A cheer of his name went up as the roadie grinned back at the group, pretending they didn’t stink as he held up a basket. Beer bottles clanked together from his movement.

“When you finish up, beer on me!”

A cheer followed that. A few men jumped around, splashing hot water at each other. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

He had a good feeling about this. He was going to make this place better, and help these people. He finally had a purpose he could care about.

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ROCKTOBER DAY #3 - INKY TENDRILS

Her fingertips grazed over the surface of the water. Hesitant, gentle. The motion causes a ripple to spread across the surface. Ophelia finds herself unable to look away from her own reflection. Dark unfamiliar eyes stare back at her. Her face is what it should be. Death, for as short-lived as it was, hadn’t changed the slant of her mouth, the curve of her cheek, the droop of her lips.

Discomfort lodges in the back of her throat as she stares. Half expecting the smooth surface of the water to break as inky tendrils shoot out at her.

Instead, the basin of water remains still. Hot under her touch. The bath she had drawn for herself, not flowing and swaying with the call of some unknown god. It was just still water with scented flowers thrown into it.

In the stillness of her new tent at the fringes of Ironheade, she has the time to look at herself. To wonder.

Was that really me? The question lingers, nestled in the back of her mind, as she finishes stripping down. Ophelia tosses her clothes aside. She can pick those up later, for now, her bath will only get colder. Ophelia slides into the aged wooden basin, letting herself soak. Her arms settle at the side of the tub, fingers tapping at old wood absently. If she was in better standing with Ironheade, she would go to the main bathing area with everyone else.

Ophelia is very aware she’s not welcome yet. She can’t help but grimace at the thought, drawing her arms into the tub, crossing them over her chest. She tips her head backwards, staring at the fabric and pelt ceiling of her tent.

The brunette sinks backwards, scrunching herself as small as she can. She submerges herself completely into the water, closing her eyes tightly. Ophelia thinks of the sea. She dwells on the comfort of the water and grief that swallowed her whole.

The urgent need for air is what pushes her back up. She flounders in the water, sitting up as she sucks in a deep breath, then another. Wet hair clings to her face, her back and shoulders. Ophelia scrubs a hand across her face. She plucks some loose flower petals out of her hair with a long sigh.

“Does it even matter anymore?” She questions softly.

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ROCKTOBER DAY 2 # MELODY OF MINE

Dark hair tumbled over her shoulders as she gazed out into the darkness. The sky was a bleak suggestion, something that only made the landscape blur together. The First Ones undulated over each others bodies. A writhing mass of flesh and loose pieces. The clatter of claws, clack of teeth and shrieks of life filled the darkness. The king of these beings was nearby, awake, watching. She could feel its eyes on her.

She tips her head to the side, a song pressing tight against her ribs, pushing its way up and out of her. Aetulia couldn’t stop the melody from leaving her body. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, falling sway to the song that left her very being.

A distant roar met her voice.

It met her voice.

It came to her.

The very sky was ripped open by something Aetulia could scarcely describe. A raw power that left her bare skin prickling.

Yet.

She couldn’t stop herself from singing. Grief at a loss she was about to cause sat raw and jagged in her chest, but…

What could she do?

All she could do was sing. Call out to a world that was bleak and hopeless as she felt. The splatter of mud, and the death cries that followed did little to ease her.

All it did was twist her voice into something mournful and wretched. That very fire burnt out of her as well.

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ROCKTOBER DAY #1 Strings

His fingers catch on the edge of the strings. Eddie grunts a little, more irritated than anything else. He draws his hand back to eye the calloused over skin. Years of work, hard labor and handling instruments means he’s an old hat at playing guitar at least. Some of the old skin had broken, but wasn’t bleeding.

Even then, occasionally, Clementine catches him by surprise.

“C’mon, Clem, gimme a break.” He laughs lowly, he rubs the finger against his shirt absently. He picks back up at the strings, playing a song that was slowly becoming familiar.

The cheers from Ironheade only solidified why he needed to keep going on. Even with the occasional surprise.

This land was worth saving. Eddie Riggs planned on saving it. Nothing was going to stop him. Demons, weirdos into hair metal couldn't stand a chance against what he had in mind.

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[FIC] The End Of You, Is The Start Of Me

A new fic for Brutal Legend fans! Be warned its very much a horror fic! You can click on the title or the link at the end of the preview to go to the fic!

Title: The End Of You, Is The Start Of Me Rating: Mature Fandom: Brutal Legend Warnings: Body Horror, Psychological horror, Non-consensual body modification, Graphic Descriptions of corpses, child death Summary: Preview:

Old magic should be left where it was found. The dead should stay in the ground. Why did you bring us back?

Dark stiff hair sticks to the back of her neck. Clumsy chalk covered fingers pluck at the wet clump to no real avail. There is no helping it. No easing the bothersome distraction at this rate.

Her fingers come back stained red. The woman stares at the blood, confused briefly before she lets it drop out of her head entirely. There is work to do. She couldn’t just sit here.

She picks up the chalk abandoned on the ground. The aged chalk leaves a fine dust in the air with each stroke across aged stone. Runes take shape. Curls of old unspoken words that no longer fit on the tongue so neatly. She knew each rune by heart. Knew each stroke and curve they represented.

This was what she was born to do. What she was raised to bring to fruition. Her own babe would assist in the deed, even if they weren’t quite old enough yet. This was the best time to do it. She couldn’t wait. The stars and moons had aligned just right. The Titans willed this to be. She couldn't dally until her babe was the proper age.

Her head bobbed from side to side as she worked. The scratch of chalk filling the murky air. The baby propped up in one of the smaller circles gurgles sleepily. Squirming. She coos absently as she works. If the ground was harder she would do all of her circles over the burial site, but she needed concise clean writing. She couldn’t chance it.

If there was one consistency to Ironheade’s burial rituals, they made it easy to find where someone was. Even if the names had faded with time, the two statues standing next to the graves gave her a clear enough idea of what was there.

A plain engraving was placed under the two statues. The engraving was well maintained, carefully re-carved every few years, from the looks of it.

Our Heroes, Eddie Riggs and Ophelia Riggs The couple stood hand in hand, smiling at one another. The two seemed to be eternally sharing some secret look. Unmoved by time rolling by. Legends long since passed. Gifts, candles, and beer bottles had been left at the base of the statues for each. Devotion for the dead. --- The fic can be found here!

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It’s A Curse If You Care Enough, CH 1 Snippet

The giant spider yokai breathes out a frustrated sound, twisting around to gaze at the four turtles at the end of her office. The squirming comes to a stop as the group realize she's gazing at them.

"Are you pleased with yourselves? All this hard work, ruined!" She waves a clawed hand angrily, gesturing at the broken glass container the Oozesquito's had been inside of. The fight in the office hadn't gone completely to plan. Leo could admit that. It almost makes him wish they had just left when he said they should.

Not like his brothers really listen to him anyway.

At the lack of response from the teenagers, Big Mama sighs, covering her face with one of her larger hands. "What else should I have expected from Rodeo Clowns?" She snaps her fingers pointing at the group. "Gather them. I want to make this night somewhat tolerable."

“How about, we make a deal?” Leonardo interjects quickly, just barely able to keep the frantic edge out of his voice. He needed to sell this. He needed to make this work. He didn't really know much about Big Mama, but she seemed the type to love a deal. She wanted to be in charge in control of a situation, but she seemed like she liked games.

Leonardo can feel his brothers glowing at him, gazes locked on his shell. He ignores it as he squirms forward in the web cocoon he’s in. “You like deals, right-?” He continues, managing a smile and wink at the yokai. He needs to make this work, so he has to ignore them.

The Spider Yokai pauses, observing the teenager with amused interest. Some of her irritation evaporated for the moment. There is no telling when that would come back. “I enjoy a good gimbly gamble every blue moon, turtly boo.” She taps the fingers of her smaller hand together, using the larger set to stall her workers from scooping the group up just yet.

“Well, take a gimbly gamble with me!” He says brightly back, wiggling closer. “I love a good challenge, Big Mama. Don’t you?”

“I do enjoy such on silly-willy occasion myself.” She agrees, her amusement still clear. She was intrigued, he could use this. “What are you thinking-?”

“Leo-“ Raph starts to warn, a frantic edge coloring his voice. He’s trying to scoot over, and likely lay on Leo to keep him from trying this.

“Nardo, do not do this.”

“Bro, please!”

“I’m thinking that you want those Oozesquitos, right?” Leo presses on, ignoring his brothers. He feels guilty for doing so, but the guilt doesn’t last. They didn’t believe him earlier. It's technically their fault all of them are in this mess right now. He’s going to get them out of this mess somehow. He’s the faceman, this is technically part of what he does. He talks big, so the rest of his family can do the heavy lifting. “I can do that for you. I have my portals, I’m fast, nimble, and quick. I’ll do it all, no complaints, no fuss, no running away if you let my brothers go.”

“And why shouldn’t I keep all of you and just make you my rodeo clowns?” She questioned, narrowing all of her eyes at him.

“Because, you know it’s a waste.” He manages to push himself into a seated position. Not the easiest thing to do given he’s cocooned in webbing. “The bottle broke, you lost all the work we did for you. And do you really trust your guys who are busy with so many other tasks to get that done?” He gestures best he can at one of her goons, a fox yokai glowering at him.

Leo drops his voice conspiratorially. “I mean, this guy, I’m pretty sure he’s so busy he hasn’t seen a brush in weeks!”

The fox yokai growls openly at the insult, only silenced as Big Mama holds a hand up again. “You certainly made some intriguing points little blue.” She hums back, “So, you would gather up Oozesquitos for Big Mama’s Battle Nexus?”

“I would. Only, if you let my brothers go. No recapturing later for clownery or any fighting. They’re off limits.” Leo wanted to be sure she didn’t try for a clear easy double cross. He wanted her to work for it if anything.

“Ohoho, trickery-wickery! You already know Big Mama.” The Spider Yokai laughs, brightening somewhat. She was clearly having more fun with this than Leonardo thought possible.

“Do we have a deal?”

“On additional thing.” The Yokai interjects, raising a finger and pointing it at Leo. “You give me your name.”

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Summary;

With the Oozesquito's escaping through the smashed windows of Big Mama's office, Leo knows what he needs to do.

He's the face man, he can make a deal and get them out of trouble. Sure, his brothers didn't believe him about the Big Mama thing earlier, but he can handle this. He'll have more things to rub in their faces after this. They will so owe him for this.

Little does Leo know, Big Mama never plays fair.

She's happy to agree to his deal, only for the addition of his name.

The price is much steeper than he or his family would come to realize until it is far too late.

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Preview for CH 7 of I’ll Take A Bullet Through My Teeth

Rough Context: Bucky found Peter and Harley as babies, adopted them as his own. Bucky is running away from the chaos of the MCU happenings. CH 7 involves Thor movie taking place.

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The boy scrunches up his nose in clear displeasure as he peers up over his glasses at his parent. “Carrots?” He pokes at the food with his fork, just nudging across the plate in a particularly odd pattern. The carrots collide into the mashed potatoes with a wet squish. The carrots slowly disappear into the potatoes and some broccoli. 

“Carrots.” Bucky reaffirms casually, he’s fighting against some amusement at the way Peter is trying to bury the carrots under the potatoes. “You should eat them.” 

“Do I have to?” The seven year old juts out his bottom lip. Bucky simply arches his brows back, finally smiling a little at the boy’s behavior.  “A few would be good.” 

The brunette huffs unhappily, but pulls a carrot from the potato canyon he buried it in to pop it into his mouth. He chews, making it clear it is under protest before he jabs at another to repeat the gesture. 

“Thank you, Petey.” 

Bucky’s gaze drifts back to the blonde boy seated next to his twin, “And no, don’t try to help him get rid of those carrots.” 

Harley scoffs somewhat back, looking as affronted as a small child could.  “Daddy, I would never.” 

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May Your Days Be Merry And Bright CH 5!

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   ”They're singing "Deck The Halls"-”  

A bitter kind of laugh escapes the older woman as she cradles her face in her hands. “I can’t believe this.” Her voice is weak and reedy from their argument earlier, from crying even earlier than that.  

   ”But it's not like Christmas at all-”  

All Tony can do is stare at her listlessly, stuck where he’s standing across from the couch. The energy that had been carrying him through this all but dissipating as he looks at May Parker. The woman is seated on his couch, slouched heavily against its side. Grief contorts her features as she tries to just steady herself.

The heavy atmosphere felt odd against the holiday decor on display. Pepper wasn’t the type of person to over decorate her neutrally toned apartment, but the place was layered in gold and silver refinery.  Golden deer on shelves, small white pine trees around them.

A short stout fake christmas tree was tucked in a corner with a few presents layered under it. White lights blink from under the ornaments hanging from it. Pops of green stood out amongst the more neutral choices. Wreaths were hung on the wall, woven with the tinsel and the occasional red plastic berries. Music was playing softly, filling the room against the din of New York life below. Her station seems permanently stuck on playing oldies given the woman crooning on the radio at the moment.

If they had been in a lab, or even his old penthouse, Tony would have felt more in control. Here, he was just at loss. He had just as much control there as he did here in his longtime girlfriend’s apartment.

For all the searching, for Friday pulling apart security feeds across the city, they hadn’t found much of anything.

Nothing beyond a single bit of footage of Peter walking home from school, his backpack bouncing against his back. His cellphone in his free hand as he navigated his way through foot traffic. The boy seemed normal as ever. He was taking his usual route home.

   “...'Cause I remember when you were here-”  

The man takes a breath to gather his thoughts together, finding only a brief hint of humor at being struck silent for once in his life.

   "And all the fun we had last year-"  

“We’re going to find him.” It's a promise he’s worn dubiously thin at this point. He wishes he had more he could give. He will keep pouring resources into this until he can find something.

He needs to find Peter.

May looks up at him, her expression pained and tired. “I know.” She wants to believe but feels just as tired as Tony. “You.. and the police are both looking for him. I know he’s going to be found, and he’s going to be safe.” She was reassuring herself as much as Tony with that. Both of them needed it.

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Of Peanut Butter Cups And PDA

I had forgotten to post about this earlier, but a new one shot of mine is up on my AO3! Check it out here!

Title: Of Peanut Butter Cups And PDA Rating: Teen and Up  Pairings: Peter/Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds/Harley Keener Summary: Halloween isn't always about going out. Sometimes it can be four teenagers hanging out watching awful movies eating candy.With the occasional making out.

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The taste of peanut butter lingers in the back of his mouth even after a few sips of water. Peter has to wonder if it stuck to his teeth. He's eaten more than enough candy at this point his mouth just tastes like everything ever. He's squished into one of Harley's sides as a horror movie plays on the TV. Not that any of them are paying it much attention. The group of teenagers are three movies deep and attention spans have waned. The floor is littered with candy wrappers and empty soda cans have been haphazardly left on the coffee table. 

The conversation has veered off from whatever the killer on screen is doing to anything that comes to mind. Harley and MJ spent a good portion of the movie needling each other, then joining forces to make fun of the movie's main character. Their Halloween was primarily just goofing off so far. The candy bucket on the coffee table has been refilled twice, and Peter can guess someone will have to get up to do a candy run soon enough. 

"Do you hear half the things that come out of your mouth?" Harley laughs brightly as he elbows Ned. Ned just grins back, leaning into his boyfriend. Peter is definitely squished at this point, but he's fairly content. He wishes MJ would come back already so he could be leaning into all of his favorite people at once. 

"C'mon, babe, you know I'm right." 

"Yeah, like a broken clock-" Harley starts before being surprised by Ned pulling him into a kiss. The blonde relaxes into the kiss, shifting to lay his legs across his boyfriend's lap as the kiss deepens. Harley scoots forward to plant himself more in Ned’s lap in the process. 

Peter groans at the PDA, rolling away to flop on the other side of the couch. He never asked for this. "If you two are making out, I'm leaving." 

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White Capsules Update- CH 21

After a jillion years, I’ve updated one of my bigger Psychonauts fanfic. 

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“I can tell you’re trying to keep me away from the interrogation.” Lili leaned her cheek into her hand, eying her father. Truman choked on his drink, managing to swallow his coffee down. “Lili!” He managed to look vaguely scandalized and contrite all at once. Lili would be amazed if it wasn’t somehow familiar. She’s definitely had similar arguments with him before.

“You can’t deny it, otherwise why would we be on the complete opposite side of the building of the interrogation area?” Lili leaned forward across the desk narrowing her eyes at her father. After she had arrived at the Motherlobe with Milla and Raz, Truman had readily swooped in to lead her around. He refused to let Lili out of his sight.

She couldn’t fault him for that. Some part of her wanted to stay close to her dad. The rest of her was frustrated at the lack of answers, of how he kept dodging the topic as much as he could get away with.

She couldn’t just keep ignoring the problem.

Truman leaned back in his chair, gesturing at the large windows overlooking the almost picturesque scenery that lay before them. They were in an office that overlooked the quarry, the lake, and its natural greenery. “Because the view is better.”

Lili arches her brows back at him. “Of the lake I almost drowned in.”

“Lili.”

“The Lake I Almost Drowned In.” She repeats firmly back, pressing a hand flat against the table between them. Truman clearly doesn’t want to hear her say that again, displeasure pinching his features.

[writingwithsonicsora]

Marvel Snippet- Bickering

Something quick and silly written. Peter is a freelance writer, and ends up stuck working at  buzzfeed lite wesbite writing listicles. His brother Harley has to tease him.

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A small frustrated noise escapes the brunette as he lets his forehead rest against the edge of the desk. “Shut up.” The glow of the computer screen and blinking of the cursor just reminded Peter of his failures. 

Harley just laughs a little, leaning forward to balance his weight against his brother’s back. “Never!”

“I’ll get you.” Comes out muffled from the brunette as Harley cackles. The blonde man can’t help but find some easy amusement in teasing his twin. 

“Sure, Jan.” 

Peter reaches back to smack Harley’s arm aside. “Get off me, you jerk.” The response just only seems to embolden Harley further. 

“What? Ran out of ideas of what kind of cheeses people would be?” Peter’s side gig as a writer for Buzzfeed was something Harley took extreme delight in. Peter didn’t technically need it, but he liked using his time when the kids were at school somewhat productively. 

“I’ll fist fight you.” Peter warns tiredly back as he squints up at his brother. 

“Try me.” 

Peter twists in his chair, grabbing onto Harley. The blonde man blinks in confusion, before squawking indignantly as Peter rolls up his sleeve and blows a wet raspberry against his inner elbow. 

“What the-“ He wrests his arm out of Peter’s grasp, backing off as Peter rises from his seat to try and tackle him.