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Our mind is a clockwork of chaos endlessly ticking with unpredictable patterns. 💫

Quick question what are Flux abilities? I keep thinking it’s atomic manipulation or matter manipulation but I could be wrong.

Also your writing is immaculate and stupendous. The angst brings me physical pain everytime I read something of yours but then I get happy but I still feel petty about the hurt he’s caused along the way😤

I'm including you both in this answer so I don't post this twice on accident.

SO 👏 the reason so many seemed to be confused about Flux's powers is simple. I don't fucking know what they are either. As I stated many times when I first started making my Logan stuff, I'm not good at superheroes.

When I started making the X-Man persona I thought, I want someone who is really powerful, but not to the point that it's shoving it down your throat. I wanted cool powers but not "oh, she can beat Jean and Charles and Magneto and she's basically a goddess". Fanfic like that is icky to me.

That's why she has "power" meltdowns, where she loses control because that keeps her humble. Her powers are essentially matter/atom manipulation. I'm not a scientist and I felt like putting exactly one google search into this so- essentially, she can manipulate anything that contains atoms/matter which is everything.

None of this is going to make sense ohmygod

In my mind, she mainly focuses her powers on shifting things between the three states, liquid, gaseous, and solid forms. Her powers are just manipulating the world around her, (I recommend googling matter manipulation superheroes bc it's not as uncommon as I thought)

She has power meltdowns because she has to constantly be in control of her powers. She has to make sure in a fit of anger she doesn't accidentally kill herself or those around her. She's constantly in a state of keeping herself in check and making sure she's not - without realizing it - hurting those around her. That's why she has those cuffs in some fics that dampen her powers because it's so volatile and she can't control them.

HOPE THIS MADE SENSE

as i've said before, i've got not fucking clue what I'm doing

I’m binging all of your wolvie fics… im obsessed with your love for the plot and character building. I normally cringe when someone creates an in-universe name that all the characters use but there is something so addictive abt the flex persona. I love her. Keep doing what you’re doing please it’s so compelling

I hate the in-universe name stuff too but I think that's just because people blatantly make those characters an OC without admitting to it. I gave Flux a title solely for convenience of writing, but I still try to keep her a blank slate physically and relatable in her personality.

I'm glad that you're enjoying reading my fics for her so much. I really do just try to make her as relatable as possible because it's nearly impossible to have a completely blank slate Y/N. But it is easy to make an inclusive one, which is my goal💓

Oh, the longing. To be in his arms, I feel that in my soul.

I can't wait for the rest to unfold.

FLUX Chapter 2

Link to Ch. 1

Music used to write this chapter!

Warning!!!

You read at your own risk! 

I can’t possibly predict what may or may not trigger you!

So, with that being said, READ RESPONSIBLY! If something triggers you, STOP READING!

Also, if you’re a minor, and you continue reading, that falls squarely on you! I don’t work for Tumblr and refuse to stalk every single profile on here to see if you are in fact over 18!! 

I write for myself. If you like what you read, give it a like and a reblogg! No pressure! It just helps get the word out! 

Thanks for stopping by!

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What is life, if not but a long, and terribly winding road that leads directly to our predetermined fate? 

Are the rules ever so simple? 

Are there any rules? 

I mean really? 

Aren’t we just specks of dust floating around in an entire catastrophic arena of galaxies? 

Can we really close our eyes and for just a second, just a brief moment, touch the past? 

Are we able to look down a long hallway and see our future staring back at us? Reaching back for us? 

Are we really, then, so eager to pick up the pace and take the most often empty hand of fate? No matter where it leads?

No matter what it offers?

…………

Eyes closed, heart hammering against his ribcage, Leo reluctantly recalled his most recent dream, (or as he had come to call it, a nightmare) as he sat at the kitchen table, nestled in the center of the lair, seemingly safe from any would-be foe. Any physical one anyway.

 His tea, long since grown cold, sat before him in his favorite bright blue mug, donning a chicken wearing a T-shirt that read: I’m not telling you why I crossed the road. 

Dreams never really bothered him to this extent. Before, he could just let them go. Chalking them up to a previous night of hard patrol through the city or a fight with his brother Raph. But these dreams? Dreams of her? If he had hair, it’d be gone. His fists full of it.

Leo shook his head, trying in vain to dispel her image. It was futile. She stubbornly remained. Her long curly red hair framing her reddish-brown furry face was firmly stuck in his mind. Along with her bright green eyes. Burned into his very psyche. 

At first he thought she was someone he had seen in a movie, someone on the street, or possibly one of Mikey’s manga books, but no. Now he knew better. This woman. This unbelievable mutant fox woman was someone he now needed. Craved on a primal level.

His thoughts wondered where they so often did when his leader's mind took over. If she was a mutant, that must have meant that they missed a canister of mutagen. And this woman, whoever she was, must have come into contact with it, or worse. What if some other bad guy-

Leo puffed his cheeks, then blew out a long exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know where you are.” He breathed, staring down into his tea, his blue eyes reflecting back at him. “How can I even begin to look for you?”

“My son? Is something troubling you?” Master Splinter asked, tightening the belt to his robe as he walked into the kitchen.

Leo placed his hand over his mug, gripping it tightly as he stood, his thumb completely covering the chicken. “I can’t stop dreaming of her, Master Splinter.” He sighed as he turned to pour out the cold tea.

Master Splinter appraised his son with cool brown eyes. “I see.” He gently stroked his goatee. 

“I tried to meditate, I tried to do my kata’s, and I tried to do hundreds of laps around the sewers.” Leo growled. “But she’s always there! When I close my eyes, I can see her as clearly as if she was standing here beside me.” He shook his head, a wave of sudden grief passing through him as he placed a small pot of water on the stove, gently turning the dial. 

“What’s more, Sensei, is that I can feel her,” he said softly, moving his right hand to the center of his chest, “right here.”

Splinter nodded. “Yes, I believe that the universe has found a way to make her connection to you much stronger than before. We must find a way to discover where she is so that you two may finally see each other face to face.”

Leo leaned against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest. “I agree, Sensei. I do. But I don’t even know where to begin. Just when I think I have an idea where she might be, everything fades away and I wake up.”  He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “In the last dream, I gave her a red rose, wrapped in black velvet.” He opened his eyes, locking them with his Sensei’s. “I could literally feel the fabric slip between my fingers.”

Splinter’s furry brows rose slowly as he let out a breath. “It seems the universe is about to bring about something very special. I only hope it happens swiftly, for your sake as well as the woman you're dreaming of. I can only imagine the ache she is also experiencing.”

Leo’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he nodded. He knew all too well what she had to be feeling. 

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Foxes.

Red, brown and white.

Fox.

I can hear them. 

Pulling me from my life.

Leading me towards a new one.

They're telling me to run.

To run with them. 

To be free.

To feel everything around me.

To be me.

I need to save them.

I have to.

Who?

The foxes?

Wait?

Where did they go?

They were just here!

I can’t see where I’m going anymore!

“You can’t expect me to take care of everything, sister!” Star’s brother’s voice echoes all around her. “They’re your parents too!” 

“Skylar!” She shouts into the void. Instantly, she’s transported to her childhood home, her human feet firmly planted on the driveway, her brother’s face intense as he stares at her. 

No. Not this again. Star tenses, waiting for the scene to play out. 

“I know that! God, do I fucking know that!” Her lips move, words that were said a million times in her dreams come flowing out once more. “What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? Sitting on my ass?” She glared at him, her eyes flicking momentarily to the bright blue suitcases sitting on the ground next to her brother’s brown van. 

Bright blue? Wait. They weren’t that color-

Star sighed, knowing what her next words would be. “Just get them to the airport. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Skylar asked, his tone softening as he reached for the nearest suitcase. A small fox quickly ran out from behind it, then under the van. Didn’t he see that?

Star took a deep breath, casually bending down to try and see if she could see the small fox.

“Star? Are you even listening to me?” 

Star shook her head as she stood. “No, Skylar. I don’t. I can’t.” She closed her eyes against the sudden rush of tears. “It’s enough for me to know the you’ll be there. That you’ll take care of our dad’s.”

Star watched helplessly as Skylar loaded the last suitcase in the back of the van, that familiar look on his face. His heart was also so very heavy. She knew what he was afraid of, because it was exactly what she feared as well. That their father would never get better. That there wasn’t any hope for him. No matter how much any of them wanted it to happen. 

“It just really sucks, you know?” Skylar sighed. “For him to go from being a top surgeon to-” He choked. 

Star nodded, her chest tightening. “I know.” She whispered. 

Star suddenly caught the small fox out the corner of her right eye and gasped. All at once the scenery blurred, filling the space with a bone deep chill. Dark shadows crept in at the edges, threatening to overtake her if she didn’t run. 

Run for her life. 

Run for her death.

Run for any reason at all.

Star could feel the blood rushing through her body, pounding in her ears as she was enveloped in the swirling colors of the portal, then finally stepped through, emerging on the other side of the portal, almost walking straight into a department store window.  She turned around just in time to watch the portal spin, its colors more vibrant than before, then roar one final time, before fizzling away, then disappearing with an audible POP! 

Star looked back, her head tilting back to see that she had been transported in front of a MACY’s, blue, green and pink lights flashing in the front window. Was it Christmas here? Here! Star sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes wide as she looked around. Off in the distance the Chrysler Building lit up the night sky, shining like a beacon. 

“I’m here! I’m in New York!” She breathed, trembling as she turned back to the window behind her. There, she saw her reflection a second time in less than an hour. In full fox form, her fur blew slightly in the cold breeze, soft white snow catching in her deep red curls. 

“Hey! You!” A man suddenly shouted, making her jump.

Shit! She needed to hide. Although she may be where she belonged, it was still quite dangerous to be out in the open. Humans couldn’t be trusted in any world. She quickly darted to her left, running down the snow covered sidewalk, then ducking down an alleyway. She needed to find Leo, but had absolutely no idea where the lair was. 

Sure, she had watched the movies and seen the animated episodes, but it's not like anyone ever drew a map. One thing she definitely knew was that it was located in the sewers. Trying to catch her breath, she frantically searched the ground for a manhole cover. 

“There’s got to be one around here somewhere!” 

She shuffled her furry feet through the snow covered, trash strewn ground, her heart galloping away in her chest as she heard footsteps approaching. Please! Oh God, please! After a few more seconds she found it. She crouched down, digging her claws into the crevices that surrounded the iron circle, and heaved the metal disc upwards, her muscles straining as she slid it to the side. 

The smell of raw sewage slammed into her and she fought not to hurl. “Ugh!” She waved her hand in front of her, her eyes squinting. 

“I think it went down that way!” A woman said loudly behind Star. 

Ok. Time to go. Star took a quick breath, then turned, placing her feet on the top of the ladder below, descending into the sewer. After she pulled the manhole cover back over head, she looked around. Pipes of every size ran off in every direction. While nasty brown water ran all around under her. She sighed. How was she going to find him in this enormous maze? 

When she lowered herself to the ground, she closed her eyes, fighting to listen. She could hear steam, running water and a sort of odd banging off in the distance. Was that music? She opened her eyes, hope lifting her heart. Could it be just that easy? Was she that lucky to have picked the one manhole cover that was close to the lair? 

Her left ear twitched, picking up a faint melody off to her left. She grinned. Oh my god! Every part of her tingled as she took off in the direction of the music. This was it! The further she went, the louder the music became. 

Star froze in place when her bright green eyes landed on a large closed wooden door, a beam of yellow light shining out from underneath. Trembling with confusion, excitement and fear, she took a deep breath, steading herself, then reached for the large iron handle with her tiny brown fur tipped fingers.

As the door opened, Star nearly fell to her knees. There before her, in all its glory, was Donatello’s security setup. Dozens of monitors displayed various areas of the city, backlit in purple and green. Some flashing with warning symbols and others continuously running codes.

As if on autopilot, Star’s feet carried her into the lair, the feeling of home washing over her. The smell of fresh baked pizza filling her nose. Tears stung her eyes. 

“It seems the universe had other plans indeed.”  A soft male voice said. “Welcome home, Star.”

Star’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to see Master Splinter standing by the entrance to the lair, holding a candle. Tears now wetting the fur on her cheeks, She swallowed. “How do you know my name?” She asked, even though she knew how. He wasn't a master for nothing.

Splinter was quiet for a second as he took in her presence. “This has been in the works for sometime, my child.” He motioned for her to sit down on the bright red couch next to Donnie’s workstation.  Star slowly sat down, her tail curling around her waist as she rubbed her forearms. 

He smiled softly, his brown eyes glinting in the soft light. “Leonardo has been dreaming of you for some time. He has told me all about you.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, Master, but where is he?” She whispered, looking around.

“Ah!” He grinned. “You are not being rude, my child. They are on there nightly patrol around the city. They should be back-” He was blissfully interrupted by a series of whoops and shouts just beyond the door. 

Star watched, her heart immobile in her chest as all four of them came bursting through the door. Raphael was the first, then Donatello, followed by Michelangelo, then finally Leonardo. 

“Whoooo! I beat all ya! Again!” Raph shouted, then came to a jarring stop, his sea green eyes landing on Star. 

Leo’s eyes widened as he came around Raphael to see Star as she stood, visibly trembling. He was everything she had imagined AND MORE! His blue eyes locked with hers, their chests rising and falling in tandem. 

“My son, it seems you were never meant to find her. She in fact has found you.” Splinter smiled, glancing between Leo and Star.

“Leo I…” Words failed her as her throat began to tighten. 

Sheer relief flooded Leo, his lips twisting into a wicked smile. “This is unreal! Oh my-” He shouted excitedly, running towards her. 

Star held her arms out, reaching for him, her chin tilted upward, ears laid back as she took him in. He towered over her small frame. But it didn’t matter to her. She just wanted to be in those strong arms of his. To feel his plastron against her fur covered cheek. 

Leo chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. Breathing in her scent, he held her tightly to him, running his right hand over her fox ears, then through her long hair. She felt even better in person than she had ever felt in his dreams. She was so soft. So warm. So his.

Then everything around them disappeared. They were the only two souls left in the universe. In all that ever was and ever will be, it was just them. Two single shafts of light that had beat the odds and found one another. Ripped from time and placed among the void. Every cell inside them exploded, then mended back together. 

She was a part of him.

He was a part of her. 

Soul Mates.

“Whoa! Is that the fox chick that Leo was talking about?” Mikey asked, a huge grin on his face. 

“How did she even get here?” Raph’s eye ridges rose as he watched his brother smother Star in kisses. 

“None of that matters right now, my son. All things will be revealed in time.” Master Splinter said, then turned to leave the room, a wide grin on his furry face. 

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @wynndigogh

Author's Note:

FLUX is my escape. But it also helps me to tackle issues that arise in my life. Through writing I can work through my thought processes and interact with characters that I deem safe and at the same time necessary for my psyche. 

My OC Star Lanteen is very much and in every way, me. It’s true that I also see myself in my other OC’s, but not like Star. Do I want to be with Leo and Raph? 1000% YES! Do I want to be a shapeshifting elemental? Also 1000% YES! If I could escape this life, I would do so in a heartbeat! 

All the feelings in FLUX are first processed through my mind, then put on this wonderful screen for you all to read. Trust me, it’s not an easy process at times. I catch myself needing to step back or take a break because of it. I can’t write and not feel what the character is feeling. To me it just feels odd when someone can. 

How do you not get attached to your children (I mean characters)? HA! 

Are there things I’m not willing to write about? Yes. But it doesn’t mean I’m not open minded! To each their own!

I hope you enjoy FLUX as much as I do! Thanks for stopping by!

Ohhhh snit! A hanger. Ohhhh...juicy. so imaginative and engrossing. >>>waiting for 4!

FLUX Chapter 3

Warning!!!

You read at your own risk! 

I can’t possibly predict what may or may not trigger you!

So, with that being said, READ RESPONSIBLY! If something triggers you, STOP READING!

Also, if you’re a minor, and you continue reading, that falls squarely on you! I don’t work for Tumblr and refuse to stalk every single profile on here to see if you are in fact over 18!! 

I write for myself. If you like what you read, give it a like and a reblogg! No pressure! It just helps get the word out! 

Thanks for stopping by!

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Time. 

What exactly is it? Some say it’s manmade. Some say it’s been around since the beginning. 

Maybe even before. 

Are we then slaves to it? Is it the very cause of our mortality?

Would we even age if it didn’t exist?

So many questions, so few answers.

But that’s the universe for you! Always keeping us guessing. 

Wondering.

From the very edge of the universe, to the tip of a bee’s wing, we are all but a moment apart. 

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New York.

Another time. 

Another place. 

Although, now, not entirely. 

Ravaged by solar radiation, the once great city is now protected by a giant metal dome. Only several skyscrapers remain, skewing the once iconic coastline. The rest? Crumbled away, forgotten. 

The four gods that used to inhabit this city, saving its citizens from certain evil, left merely a year ago, taking their queen with them. When she left, taking her powers with her, the Earth began to fall apart. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Without her, Earth’s core stalled, no longer able to maintain a magnetic field, therefore it could no longer protect the humans and what was left of the mutants from the sun. 

Earth was well on its way to becoming nothing but stardust. 

Kyle Vittenhouse lay nude in his bed, continuously hitting the snooze button on the wall next to the bed. He knew that today was a big day, but he wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet. He wasn’t exactly excited to go to some planet he’d never been to before. Especially one that was so politically charged. He’d spent enough of his life under that kind of scrutiny and it was bad enough that he and his parents didn’t even have to put their names into the lot to be chosen. 

They were rich. That’s all that was needed or even required. So, it came as no surprise to him or anyone else when their names were read aloud during the most recent convention. 

When Meg Meyers: Running Up That Hill echoed through his room for the sixth time, he growled, not bothering to turn the alarm off. “Alright! Al-fucking-right!” He threw back his dark green comforter, his blue eyes landing on the small white round ball with a blue light around its center on his bedside table. 

🎶It doesn’t hurt me.

Do you wanna feel how it feels?

Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?

Do you wanna hear about the deal that I’m making?🎶

“Scion, what’s the weather forecast for today?” Kyle asked for what would be the last time, a sharp stab causing him to rub the center of his chest. 

“Good morning, Kyle.” A young male voice responded. “Today, July 28, 5032, there is a sixty percent chance of acid rain throughout the Eastern part of the city  and a one hundred percent chance of ozone poisoning throughout the entire Metro North. Might I suggest that you wear your-”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Kyle cut the AI off as he pulled on his pants. “I know I need to wear that god forsaken mask!” He shook his head, reaching for a plain gray t-shirt. Squinting he said, “Is there an update on Earth’s destruction?”

🎶You don’t wanna hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I’m tearing you asunder🎶

Scion was silent for a moment, the white sphere suddenly blinking from blue to red. “The Earth will perish in exactly one week, two hours and eighteen seconds.”

Kyle took in a deep breath, pulling his shirt over his head, then exhaling as he smoothed it down over his abdomen. “There’s absolutely no stopping it huh?”

“No, Kyle. Scientists have exhausted every possible Idea and effort. Without the female elemental, Earth can not function properly.” Scion explained, sadness creeping into his tone.

“Can’t they just find another one?” Kyle threw his hands up. “She can’t be the only one!” He ran his hands through his hair, then reached for a pair of black socks. 

“She is the last of her kind. There haven’t been any elementals identified, other than her, in the last six hundred years.”

🎶It’s you

It’s you and me

And if only I could

I’d make a deal with God🎶

“Then why did she leave?” Kyle spat, his brow furrowing. “Turn off the music!” The music instantly stopped. He took another deep breath. Then softly, “Why did they take her off of the planet?”

“No one knows.” 

Kyle stood, shoving his feet into his shoes. “That’s bullshit! I know there’s got to be more to it than that! I can’t, for a second, believe that she would allow her home world to simply go to shit!”

Apprehensively, he made his way into the living area, instantly scowling at the stack of teflon crates scattered throughout the room. His mother had insisted on using the outdated crates to pack away their most important belongings. He tried to talk her into using the lunar crates, but she just wouldn’t hear him out. She never really listened to him anyways.

Continuing to stare at the crates, he groaned. “Scion, turn on the news.”

“Turning on the news.” A clear screen descended from the ceiling next to Kyle, flickering to life. “Would you like your usual for breakfast?”

“No, I’ve lost my appetite.” Kyle scoffed, stepping in front of the invisi-screen just in time to see a perky blonde newscaster appear. He was about to tell Scion to change it to a different channel, but something about the newscaster made him pause.

“Good morning, New York! I’m Chaney Willis, here to give you up to the minute reports and to keep your day running smoothly!” She smiled, appearing happy, but her green eyes were telling a different story. “Danings has the day off. First, we begin with this week’s future cast! Bob?” She kept her fake smile as the camera switched its sharp eye on Bob. 

“Thank you, Chaney!” His smile was just as faux. “Yes, it’s that time of year folks! Lot’s of acid rain will be coming down in the Eastern part of the city, while those ozone layers will be killer for the entire region!” His hands motioned over the screen to his left. “Keep those galvanized umbrella’s with you today and make sure you wear your red level masks!”

Kyle turned away from the screen, tuning them out for a few minutes as he looked for his favorite coffee cup. Damn it! Did she already have that packed up to? Fuck! If she thought for one second he was going to leave the house without at least having one cup of joe, she was sorely mistaken!

“And in other news,” Chaney’s voice raised as Kyle refocused on the screen. “Multi millionaire, Thomas Vittenhouse, who was acquitted of all charges last week, will be leaving Earth with his wife and son to the newest terraformed planet, Rayon.”

“Turn that garbage off, Scion! Now!” Kyle heard his mother shout as she came down the stairs, her heels clicking across the tile as she then quickly entered the kitchen. The screen blipped off, the image of Chaney fading away. Kyle stared at his mother through the clear screen. “Kyle?” She huffed. “Why do you insist on watching that trash?” She glared at him, crossing her arms. 

Maybe he should have changed the channel. Nah, it wouldn’t have helped. His father would have been the top story with all the news outlets. He shrugged. “Well, some of us actually like to know what’s going on in the world.” She continued to glare at him. He smirked. “By the way, where the fuck is my cup?”

She frowned, her eyes flicking to the crates..

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He shouted, narrowing his eyes as he came around from behind the screen.

“Kyle? Did you accidentally take a memory wipe last night?” She put her hands on her hips. “You know you can’t have anything to eat or drink twenty four hours before you go into cryo! And as far as the news goes, there won’t be any more to report about in a week anyway.” She sighed, suddenly appearing more tired than upset. 

Kyle groaned, slapping his left hand to his forehead. Shit. “You’re right! I’m sorry! I completely forgot! And don’t remind me! I know the Earth is falling apart!”

His mother looked down at the floor, her heart heavy. “We lost the last of our oceans just yesterday.” She said softly. “Not to mention all the-” She raised her head to look out the window, only to be met with a gray-black haze. “We can’t stay here any longer Kyle. There’s nothing left.”

“I know mom. I know.”

Throughout the day, the movers came and took all of the teflon crates, taking them to the shuttle that was exclusively reserved for the Vittenhouse family. After Kyle and his mother were through overseeing the movers, Kyle’s father had called to say that he wouldn’t make it to the apartment, and that he needed to tie up a few loose ends and would be meeting them at the shuttle bay no later than 8 p.m. ,and to go ahead and leave with the movers. 

Kyle and his mother were used to him doing this. He was always caught up in one meeting or another. It was just how things went. Right?

“Where the hell is your father? I swear, he always likes to cut things a bit too close!” Kyle’s mother gritted her teeth as she paced back and forth on the shuttle dock. 

Kyle gave her a concerned look. “Mom, you know dad has never been on time in the whole history of ever. So, why would he be on time for his own departure?” 

He looked down at his right wrist, pressing a small hidden button near the base of his thumb. The flesh on the top of his wrist went transparent, the time blinking in bright white: 8:30 p.m.. He then tapped the film and it slid to the next screen. 

According to the red dot that indicated his fathers current position, he was only two blocks away. He tapped the screen twice and his skin reappeared. He looked up, stepping over to his mom, gently taking her by the elbow. 

“He’s almost here, mom. Let’s just head on inside and get situated. Ok?” He gave her his most convincing look. You know where your eyes plead with everything you’ve got? 

She nodded solemnly, glancing over her shoulder towards the shuttle gates, then back at Kyle, tears forming in her eyes. “Alright.”

When they boarded the shuttle, an uneasy feeling wormed its way into Kyle’s gut, but he quickly shook it off. He didn’t want to add to his mother’s anxiety. Silently, he led his mother over to an awaiting AI who was standing by the cylindrical cryo chambers. 

“Hello, Mrs. Vittenhouse! Kyle Vittenhouse! My name is Francis!” A creepy smile crept its way across his face as his laser blue eyes studied Kyle and his mother. “I will be helping you this evening. We will begin the process in approximately five minutes! Is there anything I can do for you while you wait?”

“How long will it take to get to Rayon?” Kyle asked, his gaze sweeping over the cryo tubes. 

Francis blinked a few times, then pointed to the chamber closest to them. “It will take fifty years, Kyle Vittenhouse.” He then flicked his wrist and a holographic image of circuitry appeared in front of him that quickly turned into a cosmic map. “Your journey will take you through vast amounts of space.” He pointed to several galaxies, then held his finger over one. “Rayon is located here, in the Andromeda galaxy.”

Kyle blinked several times, then looked at his mother. “Are you ready for this?” His mother nodded slowly, her face paling slightly.

“Do not worry.” Francis said, the hologram clicking off. “It’s perfectly safe! Also, the beautiful thing about cryo sleep is that you won’t age at all. You will remain the same.” He looked around. “Will the other Mr. Vittenhouse be joining you?”

Kyle’s mother turned back towards the entrance, frowning, then flicked her weary gaze back to Francis. “He should be along shortly.” She breathed, then bit her lower lip. 

Francis’ laser blue eyes faded for a second, then he smiled. “It is my duty to inform you that when you awaken, it will be the year fifty eighty two. I have programmed the system to automatically download any relevant events into your memory centers that may happen while you’re asleep. Any questions?”

Kyle and his mother both shook their heads. 

“Excellent! I will get started with the process.” Francis smiled, reengaging his hologram. 

Kyle’s mother studied her cryo chamber as Kyle quickly checked his wrist again. The red dot hadn’t moved. That slimy sinking feeling returned and he put a hand to his stomach. He tried to reason with himself that the sick feeling was because he hadn’t eaten, but deep down he knew something was very very wrong.

“Mrs. Vittenhouse? It’s time.” Francis said as he motioned for her to lay down in the chamber.

“Kyle,” she choked, a flash of unease in her eyes, “will you wait for your father?” Her gaze drifted once again to the shuttle entrance.

He reached out, taking her hand, squeezing gently. “Of course I will, mom.”

She nodded, pushing her curly blonde hair back from her face. She cleared her throat as she looked at Francis. “Ok. Let’s do this.”

Kyle watched her slim figure disappear just below the cylinder’s glass door, keeping what he had discovered to himself. She looked back at him through the glass, waving. He waved back, then blew her a kiss. 

“Would you like to listen to any music on the trip, Mrs. Vittenhouse?” Francis asked, waving away the hologram. 

“No thank you, Francis.” She whispered, closing her eyes.

Francis waved his hand over the cylinder door, then pushed a few of the buttons along the side and the glass instantly froze over, sealing her inside. There was no movement. Kyle’s mother was frozen in time. 

Kyle nervously checked his wrist once more and saw that the red dot, representing his father, had disappeared entirely. 

Shit!

“Francis! I need to be put under! Now!” Kyle ordered. “Then I need you to take off immediately! Don’t wait for my father!”

He looked at Kyle as if he were crazy, but swiftly complied.

Something was terribly wrong! Kyle laid down in the chamber, a wave of nausea passing through him. Sweat beaded up on his forehead as Francis stood over him, pushing the same buttons that had put his mother to sleep. 

“Any music-”

“Sure! Anything 80’s!” Kyle blurted.

Francis nodded, pushing the last few buttons, then waved his hand. Kyle watched as the glass above him froze over just as Every Breath You Take by: The Police filtered into the cryo chamber and a shiver slid through him, plunging him into darkness. 

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I drew Kim again and I drew Duncan

hue makes an appearance again.. if any of yall know me from tiktok and saw my first post about him ily

don’t mind me @toffeebrew @howlsofbloodhounds

Yapping below \/

So initially he didn’t have much of a story because I’m not very creative and I blank out whenever I try to make something original so yeah.

basically, if Color were ever to get error-d, I think he would be on a hike, probably in some random AU that had nice scenery or something. He’s wearing a rain jacket because it was raining at the place he was, and he he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and Error or some other entity was destroying it or something. As for how he got into the anti void,,, yall can use ur imagination 😭

(That’s the best explanation I can give, kill me)

I was more focused on the actual character than his backstory, so I’ll just explain my ideas of how he would act and such..

I called him Static Hue, or just Hue for short. (It’s a synonym of color I’m very creative guys)

I think whatever caused the error in his code amalgamated the human souls, and kind of made them fuse together, so Hue can never understand what they are saying because they speak over each other all the time. The different traits overlap and he feels mixed emotions all the time, along with intense mood swings and anxiety attacks. His flames also change color at a much faster rate, so people with epilepsy will stay FAR away from him 😭😭😭😭

Fun fact: he’s also blind. The only thing he can actually see is the color of his flames (which change all the time), and it tends to give him headaches and nausea. His grabblings are always out and just attached to his back so he can use them to move around.

As for the strings, they are very hot to the touch and leave burn marks on however he uses them on. They burn himself as well but he doesn’t pay any attention to it.

Hue’s memory is very jumbled, he didn’t necessarily forget about everything, but he doesn’t remember why exactly he does things. He knows he needs to help killer and protect him at all costs, but he isn’t sure why. He knows he hates Nightmare and REALLY wants that guy dead, but he doesn’t know where that hatred came from. And of course he naturally feels safer near the epic trio, and nervous staying in the same places for too long.

hue’s pretty obsessive over Killer for this reason. His need to help killer was multiplied by a gazillion, and he tends to just.. kidnap Killer and take him random places to keep him close. Sometimes he accidentally hurts him, but he doesn’t realize it, the only thing he can think about is keeping him safe and close to himself. On the contrary, he gets super aggressive and defensive at the mention of Nightmare, and if he were to see him face to face he would attack without hesitation. He knows his job is to keep Killer safe and away from Nightmare, and that’s really his only motive. He just doesn’t know where it came from.

Similarly to most errors, he has trouble speaking because of stuttering and glitches. He also can’t form very clear thoughts because the souls are constantly influencing his behavior. He has trouble explaining his thoughts and feelings, he tends to speak more in actions (as in he would crush you to death in a hug to show affection.)

anyway. If anyone wants to add onto this or share thoughts I’d appreciate it..

Here’s some older drawings of him LMAO

Flux | poster by Artisto

‘Flux’ - Ellie Goulding

Dan, I love you, but you HAVE to do something about that timing man

Oomph!

Ritual

I finally sat down with the entirety of Neue-Deutsche-Härte founders Oomph!'s latest album, and I consider this to be one of their greatest albums. This is absolutely fantastic from start to finish, and I really don't think it slows down at all. It's got the hefty weight and crunch of metal but the catchy melody of rock, and the industrial elements are both harsh and majestic.

Dero's vocal work is on point, nailing nasty vicious bits and then morphing into powerful cleans with gusto. The guitar riffs are pummeling, almost reminiscent of Rammstein's level of heaviness. Not to mention chorus vocals are well mixed, aligning perfectly while still being discernable. The rythym doesn't let up, and enforces the heavy crush of the riffwork. It's aggressively melodic, and will lift you up before smashing you like a train repeatedly. It's wild, weighty, and moving.

Again, definitely one of their best albums to me. The singles such as Tausend Mann und ein Befehl and TRRR-FCKN-HTLR are intensely catchy, and songs like Europa (ft. Chris Harms of Lord of the Lost, who released an excellent album last year) and Lazarus are majestically powerful.

You can get it everywhere from Bandcamp to Amazon, so do yourself a favor and check it out.

What if instead of retconning the doctor's origins and the history of the timelords every 5-10 years, Doctor Who went full Jack Harkness as the head of Torchwood retconning all of Wales, and just came up with all new lore that makes everything before uncanoned every single season.