can't decide if i wanna be blue sargent or be with her
can't decide if i wanna be blue sargent or be with her
Trees of Corn-CG Post #614, August 1, 2021
I grew up in a town where corn was processed into high fructose corn syrup, and later, ethanol. If you were to remove the corn molecules from my being, I would probably be a much smaller person. Corn was what the air in my hometown, and the towns around it, smelled like. Alcohol, ethanol, cornstarch, corn syrup and other corn products were made there. I now live within a few minutes’ walk of many…
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I wrote a short five part fic for this year’s Going Angst Week! Fair warning as the event suggests, no one in this fic will make it out on top.
Chapter One: Birth
“Don’t think of it as a death, think of it as a sort of rebirth.”
That’s what Vlad had told him anyhow, after he discovered who—or rather what—Danny was at their college reunion.
“Who were you before this? A nobody, right? Just some little hormonal fourteen year old from the weirdo family, unpopular and bullied. No real hobbies or activities to speak of, aside from…” Vlad’s red eyes pierced down at him. “Video games, am I correct?”
Danny diverted his gaze to the floor. Vlad’s aura only increased in amusement.
“But now,” the ghost continued. “Now you’re something else. Something different, more powerful. The world is your oyster, and all you have to do is reach down and take it.”
“I don’t know,” Danny finally spoke up. He had been hoping that speaking to the older halfa would begin to patch things up between them, but so far every word out of Vlad’s mouth seemed coated in poison.
He knew that deep down he shouldn’t trust a damn word out of Plasmius’ mouth, but so far Vlad was the only person in the world who he could relate to. And according to Vlad, there was no one else like them in the Ghost Zone either.
“What is there to be afraid of, Little Badger? You’re a half ghost, you can do whatever it is that you want and nobody, nobody can stop you.”
“It’s not that I’m afraid.” Lies, lies, all lies. “It just doesn’t seem right, is all.”
Plasmius leaned down, forcing Danny’s eyes to meet his. He grinned, bearing his fangs at the boy, as if he could see through all the fear that Danny was desperate to mask.
“Oh Daniel,” Vlad said. “Your parents will never accept you. No good you do in your ghost form could ever convince them that ghosts aren’t all evil, that some are good, that you are good. Don’t you see?”
“No, you’re wrong. My parents will accept me. I just have to—”
“Oh, will they?” Vlad laughed. “Your parents? The same ones who’ve dedicated their careers, their lives to developing ecto-weaponry meant to kill our kind? The people who have written countless academic papers as to the dangers of ecto-life on Earth?”
“If I can show them that we’re not all bad, then maybe they’ll see.”
“Ah, so I bet that explains why you haven’t told them about what really happened in the lab, right? You just wanted to wait for the ‘right time’ to tell them. Foolish boy, don’t you know?” Vlad’s cocky tone died down, as did the power of his aura. In the first moment of sincerity Danny had witnessed from the older man, he turned to Danny and warned, “Your parents are too blinded by their ignorance to ever see the truth.”
Danny had been alone the day of the accident. He wasn’t sure why he did it, why he strapped on the hazmat suit (not before ripping off the Jack sticker), why he stepped in the portal, why he tried to figure out how to turn it on. Was it boredom? Teenage rebellion? Curiosity?
But delving into his reasoning was too little too late. Because the moment he tripped over the wire and hit the misplaced power switch, his life ended.
Dying hurt. It was terrifying, waking up as something else entirely, and passing out all over again.
At first, he could almost pretend that he was okay. But then he woke up the next morning and felt like he’d been hit by a truck.
And then he fell through his bed, hitting the wood floor below his bed frame.
And then he dragged himself out and saw the extensive scarring on his arm.
And then he knew. That what had happened in the lab wasn’t just a fluke, that whatever the portal did had changed him forever.
That he wasn’t okay.
Still, he tried to carry on as normal. Eventually, the lightning scars snaking across his arm faded (even though they remained when he transformed), and the aching of his muscles subsided (but the coolness in his chest never went away), and his relative anonymity at his school meant that people hardly noticed a change in him (even though his two best friends seemed to hover more now than before).
Everything was going to be normal. Even if he wasn’t okay anymore. Even if he wasn’t human, even if he was...some monster.
What even was he?
“Danny?” Sam poked his shoulder. “Hey, space case? You haven’t touched your food. Are you okay?”
The world snapped into focus, and he realized that he was in the cafeteria at school with his untouched lunch tray splayed out in front of him. He couldn’t even remember getting out of bed this morning, much less making it all the way till lunch.
Regardless, he picked the cardboard excuse for pizza from his tray and took a bite, chewing slowly, and tried not to choke as he forced the food down his parched throat.
“I’m fine,” he said.
He’d been saying that a lot lately.
“We’ve been trying not to pry, but…” Sam looked helplessly at Tucker. “Danny, is...is something going on with you? You’ve just seemed off lately.”
“No, nothing happened. I’m fine.”
“You sure dude?” Tucker asked.
Danny set his school-issued pizza back down on his tray. “Guys, seriously. I’m your best friend. If anything happened, I promise you’d be the first to know. I’ve just been stressed about school, it’s nothing.”
Sam and Tucker exchanged a glance, evidently not looking too convinced. Regardless, Sam gave him her best fake smile and a, “If you say so. Just know we’re here if you wanna talk.”
But he didn’t want to talk. They were human, he...wasn’t. They wouldn’t get it. They’d think he was a freak, they’d stop talking to him, they’d tell Jazz who would tell his parents who would kill him trying to save him.
No one could help him.
They finished lunch in silence, and then it was back to class where Danny managed to fall out of his chair twice and drop his pencil too many times to count. In biology class a glass microscope plate flew past his fingers, shattering against the tiled floor, and in English class when Lancer handed him papers to pass out he dropped those too, sending them scattered along the ground.
He saw the way Lancer peered at him as he stumbled to the ground, hands shaking as he desperately tried to grab the papers while everyone laughed at him. He felt cold—he was always cold since the accident—and he was sure that he looked just as much of a mess as he felt.
Mr. Lancer sent him down to the nurses office after that.
But he couldn’t go to the nurse because his heart rate was slower than a human’s and he didn’t need to breathe as much and he was so cold.
And he was fine.
So he took the hall pass and hid in the bathroom for the rest of the class period.
“Think of it as a rebirth,” Vlad had told him.
Except Vlad was wrong. Danny wasn’t stronger now, he wasn’t more powerful. In fact, Danny Fenton had never felt more powerless, lost, and alone in his entire life.
If this was the start of a new life, then he was terrified to see what would follow.
next chapter >
Alyx: G-Man but with appearances from past Half-Life games.
I think it’s a fun idea that despite being an entity that’s taken the form of a human to somewhat blend in and not really frighten anyone he’s talking to or passing by, the G-Man likes to change his appearance to how he sees fit or because of personal preference. Changing his tie throughout the events of Half-Life 1 and its expansions and before Alyx until settling with a purple tie, and deciding to change his suit color to a lighter blue and his eye color from blue to green before Alyx as well.
Though the fact that he’s only decorated or has had a use for his suit pocket once in the series is kind of a shame.
Upcycled bicycle parts beer bottle opener
Hiya love bugs<3<3
So I’ve been craving to write a multi chaptered wolfstar work, and I was wondering if any gorgeous soul would volunteer to be my beta/the person I bounce ideas off of, and tell me if it’s shit or good as I work on the chapters!
I’m between two stories right now to begin writing in earnest, and I’d love to write the details down, but it might be overkill for this post, so please just DM me and I’d understand if you’re not intrested<3<3 But both of them will be explicit, so please, for my comfort and actually legal, please only reply if you’re above 18<3<3
Thank you so much!!!
Stardusted kisses from moi!
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does it ever end . Does it ever really stop
He was a sepia photograph.
Me... trying to write for Cevans CHARACTERS and not another effin RPF...
... BUT THIS STORY IS PERFECT FOR CEVANS!
*writes another RPF*
The BMX events are so stressful. Please don’t hurt yourself.
Connor Fields already was injured during the Men's BMX racing event. He’s in the hospital.
Aaron Minyard is exactly what would have happened to Adam Parrish if he never got out of his abusive home.
resenting ur parents for what they’ve done to u yet sympathising bc they behave like that due to their trauma <<<<<
At 74, my mom @louiserachlis runs marathons and triathlons, but doesn’t know how to post on Instagram or Twitter. So she emailed me this photo of her and her cycling buddy and asked me to post it for the @aircanada #flytheflag contest with this caption: “Louise Rachlis, left, and Kristin Goff cheer on Canadian Olympians.” 🇨🇦 #ottawa #canada #olympics #olympics2021 #canadianflag #athlete #canadianathletes #cycling #aircanada #teamcanada #canadianolympian (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSA5xJRtNMd/?utm_medium=tumblr
It now suddenly hit me that Hu Tao would probably not have a very nice view on Baal, simply because Hu Tao accepts death as a natural part of life, and Baal goes pretty much against that by seeking immortality, same as how she does not vibe tm with Baizhu as he´s trying to prolong his natural lifespan
I know that in canon Saedii and Tyler are the same height, but in my mind? Saedii is at least half a foot taller. Can and will toss Tyler over her shoulder. Lady D vibes only.
On this night, of a Waning 🌘 moon, I release trauma and depression. I release all blockages within my heart, which keep me from my highest self. I reclaim self acceptance and love, and I move forward more assured and confident in who I've always been. My power is limitless, and I will no longer believe the lies telling me otherwise. I am powerful beyond my own understanding and I am divine, through and through. I accept freedom, I accept love, I accept myself. Asé💜
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