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Does anybody have that ONE friend when you first meet them, they are their normal fun selves and now when they come back after one year to TEXT you, they are a completely different person??? No? Just me? Okay...

mk - so like I wrote a bit of it and chose to take away Andrew from it bc I got bored and forgor abt him heres a preview

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12 years.

Thats how long they’ve been haunted by a shared memory, a memory that is  physically and mentally is carved onto them. It’s been 11 since they last saw each other in person.

Though it was always in the back of her mind, like a parasite, Cassidy walked away from the damned experience as a whole.

Susie clung onto it like it was her life’s purpose. Swearing that if she forgot it the monster of a man that started it all would get his satisfaction.

Jeremy tried to forget, though other aspects of his life didn’t let him forget. Other people. He didn’t mind it, definitely not if it was Susie.

Gabriel couldn’t forget. How could he forget something that is physically ingrained onto his body?

He had forgotten, he had chosen to forget the most part of that horrid day. Fritz chose to forget the blood and the pain. But he couldn’t forget the look on the rabbits face.

Evan hated his father. Evan hated his sister too. He hated his family, Michael was okay. He had apologized so many times, but nothing could be done to reverse what happened when he was six.

It had been a couple of weeks since the so called ‘anniversary’ of the whole ordeal, and Susie had called Jeremy multiple times about getting the old group back together - and Evan too of course, as an honorary member.

Jeremy had tried to convince her not to do it - 

“It’ll only bring back bad memories for them,” he’d say 

“But we haven’t seen each other in a decade or so!” Susie would retaliate

. . .

Okay maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but he agreed. He agreed because he wanted to see Fritz again, and Cass, oh and good ol’ Gabriel- how good friends they were back in the 80’s - best friends.

They called Gabriel first- he was the oldest (only a month older than Cassidy, but he sweared on his life that it counted), the leader of the group when they were only children, so maybe if they got him onboard everyone else would follow.

“Hello, is this Gabriel?-“

“This is he, who’s asking?”

“It’s Jeremy - oh and Susie too. - uhm, we were friend back in ‘87-

“Yes I remember. Why do you call?

“We’re hosting a get together. With the whole group, wondering if you’d like to-

“When?

“Next Wednesday can you c-

“I’ll be there, let’s meet at 3:30 that coffee shop the adults used to go to”

“Okay - bye.

. . .

He agreed, that was good - now they just needed to get Cassidy on board, though that wouldn’t be hard. Gabriel is probably already telling her, and she’ll tell Evan and Fritz - probably. Hopefully.

okay okay, but like WHAT IFFFFFFF in a fnaf Missing Children!survive they all meet up like in IT??? Like they’re all older (18 to 24 years old) so like what if I spent like my whole weekend writing it??? What if I spend my whole week writing it??? Tell me if a should - but I probably will anyways - SO ANYWAYS under this there will be some of my missing children!survive headcannons also how old I think the missing children are (this includes Andrew and Evan/Chris/Cc/Idk but not Elizabeth or Charlie bc I don’t feel like they would go- also idk how to include ‘em)

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Cassidy for sure becomes a CIA/FBI agent or detective -

Susie ofc becomes a baker

Jeremy becomes a teacher(math or English)

Andrew would also become a cop or detective - maybe even a doctor though I’m not abt that-

Evan would still be getting his bachelor degree

Fritz would become a sailor OR a writer

Gabriel would become a teacher for sure

they all have a bunch of scars- like a BUNCH

fritz is missing an eye

cassidy and fritz both feel like the other betrayed them (I’ll explain more in the fanfic if I write it)

Andrew is the oldest

cassidy is STILL hella angry

susie has a prosthetic arm

Evan sometimes has horrible HORRIBLE headaches

Gabriel has a prosthetic leg

Jeremy sometimes has extreme trouble breathing/talking(and has a scar on his neck, leg, foot, and arm)

Andrew has a scar through his face and is partly blind in one eye

Susie and Jeremy still kept in touch even after they all stopped being friends/talking to eachother

OKAY! NOW AGE HEADCANNONS YOUNGEST TO OLDEST

Evan - past: 6 - during fanfic: 18

Susie - past: 10 - during fanfic: 22

Jeremy - same as above

Fritz - past: 11 - during fanfic: 23

Gabriel - past: 12 - during fanfic: 24

Cassidy - same as above

Andrew- same as above

Snippet #3.02

First part here!

TW: description of wounds, needle, held down, explosion

All they knew for certain was their leg was in pain. No, that wasn’t the right word. Burning, aching… throbbing? Yeah, those were better descriptions. All three fit the agonizing feeling that made Hero want to scream.

They knew the walls were a dark green, the cabinets were a shiny silver color. The hero tried to focus on the things around them. It’d keep them from full blown panic.

They swallowed— though their throat was sandpaper —when they noticed a cut about mid-thigh too clean to be accident, right where the searing seemed to originate from.

Upon closer inspection it almost looked like someone slashed their suit then stabbed them. But there wasn’t blood anywhere? Just a blackish-blue bruise the size of a fist?

Hey, wait a minute, that was the same mark an epipen would leave. Wait a minute, did an epipen do that? Did their epipen do that?

It was at that moment the door swung open. The hero froze as two people walked in. Lab coats, one in a turtleneck, the other in a set of off-blue colored scrubs.

They immediately categorized them as civilians, medical workers. The two kept their heads buried in their tablets, effectively not noticing the hero’s awakened state. That was until one of them pulled out a needle and reached for the IV.

The only way Hero could describe what happened when they grabbed the medic’s arm as pure chaos. The medic shrieked, scaring the other nurse who in turn tossed their tablet. The scream apparently alerted others, and now there were more people flooding through the door.

The command for someone to hold Hero down came from the first nurse, and moments later their arms, legs, and shoulders were pinned down. They couldn’t get up. They couldn’t fight them. No, nononono.

“Getoffgetoffgetoff. Get off me!”

“Let them alone,” A new voice rang, calm, but yet still commanding. It was enough that the nurses backed off, thank goodness.

“Its morphine, if that’s what you were so dearly frightened about. You were afraid of it being poison?”

Did they just-? How did they know that?

“Or was it something else entirely … You’ve been quite on edge, even before the doctors arrived…” Oh, they’re a mind reader. Great, just what Hero needed.

“Now now, that’s no way to greet your savior,”

Who is this, who do they think they are?

“You’ll call me a concerned party. If I may ask, do you remember what happened that landed you here?”

Hero couldn’t seem to remember anything. The last thing they could remember was sprinting across rooftop after rooftops towards a bank vault heist in progress. They could see a figure in the distance, but Hero was too far away yet to see who. Was it Supervillain or Thief, perhaps?

No, it was someone they’d never seen before. Hero made note of the stormy grey body suit, a deep green glow illuminating from lines carved into their suit. They couldn’t tell for certain, but it looked like the suit was the expensive stuff— fireproof, bulletproof, the works.

Whoever this was, they had deep connections. And money. Lots of money.

Hero made their presence known as they approached. The figure swiveled, eyes wide. They took a step back. And another. Then they were running into the bank? Despite the questionable action, Hero gave chase.

When the person took a left turn down a corridor, Hero didn’t expect them to come barreling back at an inhuman speed. Hero crashed into the figure, falling face first to the ground. They looked up.

Oh, so that’s why they were running like they saw a demon. That’s a bomb.

Well, it was close enough to a demon.

The last thing they could remember was running. The other person was nowhere in sight, so they must have already made it out, right?

“Hey.” Someone shook Hero’s shoulder, effectively bringing them back to reality. But what about the epipen bruise? They couldn’t explain where the mark came from.

Their savior chuckled. “I’ll let you alone for a moment. There’s someone waiting, they can clarify I do believe.” And without answering Hero’s question, they left.

The next person to enter the room sent Hero’s heart in a frenzy.

“I’m told you recognized me,” They held out a hand to shake. It was them. They were alive! “I’m Villain. And I believe we have a few things to discuss.”

Taglist: @chaoticgoodandi , @dovahcourts

I apologize for how long this took to write!

You slowly wake up. Your head is aching and your throat is sore. You look around. Where the fuck were you..? you're in some kind of basement..

"...w-what.." You mumble confused, you don't remember how you got here....

"Well, good morning, sunshine" A voice suddenly says, cutting off your train of thought. You flinch slightly.

"Who's there!?" You ask panicked.

"Behind you, dumbass."The voice says annoyed. You try to turn around, but then you realize that you're tied to a chair. You're even more confused now.

"I'm..tied to a chair.." you mumble.."Who..Who are you!? Did you kidnap me!?" You say angrily, you're slightly scared. The voice sighs and mocks you.

"'diD yUo kiDnaP m-'. NO, If I was the one who kidnapped you, I wouldn't be tied up too, sweetheart." He says annoyed. He sighs again and slouches slightly, you can feel the back of his head hitting yours.

"And do you seriously not remember me? Maybe it's because I don't have my mask and voice modulator on.." He mumbled. You try to think of who it could be. You don't know, honestly. And your brain ain't helping, you don't remember shit from yesterday.

"Uh..no..who are you?" You ask awkwardly, he sighs in annoyance again. 

"Uh..I can't really say.." He responds..you deadpan, that didn't help much did it..?

"...ok?? Well, do you know how we got here..?" You ask, trying to get something..an answer out of him.

"Yeah! And it was your fuckin fault!" He snapped. You frowned slightly, you didn't even know this man and he's accusing you of getting you both stuck here.

"What!? How is it my fault, asshole!?" You asked, annoyed.

"Well, I was trying to kill you. BUT you-" He starts speaking, but you cut him off.

"WHAT!? What do you mean trying to kill me!?" You gasped, you scowl and try to think about it. Then you remember the first half of last night, getting a call at 2 am. 

"HEY! you're that asshole with the knife! Uh.. ghostface! Fuck you!" You yelled at him. He chuckles and sighs again.

"NO, fuck you for getting us here. I was happily chasing you. BUT THEN you decided to act all brave and run out the house into the forest. And you thought it was a great fucking idea to SCREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST late at night, which was really fucking dumb"

He argued back, which did shut you up for a moment. He rolls his eyes, and you stare at the wall Infront of you. Then you smack his head with the back of your head, since y'all are tied back to back.

"OW, The fuck was that for!?" He frowned, and you sighed.

"That didn't explain how I was the one who caused this." You replied with a smirk, kinda happy that you hit him. He mumbles something under his breath.

"Your screaming caused them to notice us and capture us, sweet cheeks" He rolled his eyes. You're now even more confused, and annoyed.

"Who's them..?" You softly asked. He groans and smacks your head with his. You frown.

"You're dumb. But think of the worst person you could imagine." He nods with a smirk. You gasp in shock and horror.

"We were kidnapped by cannibals!?" You screeched (like a pterodactyl, caw caw)

"OW, my fuckin ears, sweet cheeks. Lower that tone. But no. It's worse." He slowly nods again. You gasp once more.

"Is..is it..Satan!? We were kidnapped by the devil!?" You gasped. He sighs, annoyed.

"If I kidnapped us, why would I be tied up, love? Think logically" He shakes his head in annoyance. You deadpan and roll your eyes.

"You're not-"

"YES I AM! IM THE DEVIL!" He yells at you. You didn't even finish the goddamn sentence. You grimaced and sighed.

"Tell me who kidnapped us!" You argued, getting fed up with his childish behavior.

"Fine..we were kidnapped by.."

DISA bodyguard au? 👀

"Of all the people, I have to keep an eye on her?" he scoffed. "Come on Mack, I wasn't trained to keep people safe just to babysit some rich patriarch's brat."

Mack chuckled as the young man crossed his arms. His dark hair mostly flopped to one side. He knew the boy had been trained for various situations. He was young, almost too young. And with his clean shaven face, he looked like he belonged still in highschool. Joining at 22 years of age, he was the youngest bodyguard to ever be recruited to the K.A.P and like his father before him, he was just as stubborn.  He slapped a hand down heavily on Dwight's shoulder. "Look, we both know your dad was a legend around here. He saved countless lives until his last breath." Mack's smile faded  "I might have a job to do, but I also have a promise to keep." His grip onto Dwight's shoulder tightened. "Sorry kid, but I can't risk throwing you into the deep end so soon." 

When Dwight opened his mouth to argue, he closed it again seeing the gruff bravado fall away. After his mother disappeared without a trace and his father killed shortly after, Dwight was raised by his grandmother. Even though Dwight had to get used to a small town in the middle of nowhere, and had to learn how to make new friends, he exemplified in school and extracurricular activities. Mack always looked out for him and visited often, being the only present male figure in his life. While he always tried to hide behind the veneer of authority as head of the K.A.P, Dwight could still see the worry and emotion in his eyes. Mack gave out a huff while he went to sit in his plush leather desk chair. Twirling a pen in his hands with ease, he looked over Gretta's file. "Look Dwight, this assignment might seem to you as a babysitting job but it's just as important as any other. Consider it a test run to get your feet on the ground."  While Dwight took his seat on the other side of Mack's desk, the files in the folder were pushed towards him. "Who knows? you and her might actually get along if you both get to know each other."

"I highly doubt that. You know the spoiled rich kid types. Most of them act like everyone around them has to be at their beck and call like their some sort of royalty," Dwight said, sifting through the different photos and information about the girl he was assigned to protect.

"Unfortunately that comes with the territory with needing clients that will keep the K.A.P afloat." Mack could still see the job milling over in Dwight's head. He tapped his fingers across the desk. 

“There’s not anyone else you can assign me to?”

“I’m afraid not,” Mack said apologetically, “If you don’t take this job, you might be out of work for another six months.”

"Six months?!”

"Six months. You either take it or leave it.”

“Fine. Not like I have much choice. I have bills to pay.” Dwight signed a paper on Mack’s desk and shook his hand.

“Welcome to your first official assignment in the K.A.P Dwight.”

Dwight gave him somewhat of a small smile while tucking the file envelope under his arm. “I’ll take a look over everything in the file tonight.”

“Sounds like a good idea. I’ll introduce you formally as her new bodyguard tomorrow. Be here at 10 am.”

“Aye aye captain,” Dwight said, giving a quick one handed salute. He made his way to Mack’s office door.

“Oh and Dwight?” Mack watched Dwight turn quickly as he opened the door. “Do us both a favor. Don’t fall in love with the girl.” Dwight shrugged his shoulders, completely dumbfounded by his request. 

“Pfft! I don’t think that’ll be a problem Mack.”

I just came up with this idea. I have an AI and I'm thinking 'What if I ask it to write a fan fiction?'.

So to explain more, write me a really detailed request (no more than 500 characters including spaces) and I ask my AI to write this fan fic. It can turn out funny or weird but my point is to use AI for this. I can try to rewrite what AI wrote if someone request it. So if you're interested send me a request.

Have a great day/night everyone <33

“A new recruit? What do we would need a newbie for?”

“Soap, there's no use questioning it,the decision has been made months ago.Now quit bothering me.” Price is truly annoyed. Ever since he broke the news to his team,Soap has not stopped asking about why, when, how and for what reason this new teammate will arrive to the taskforce.

“Okay,Okay,I get it at least tell us where they’re from,I mean we need to work with them at the very best of our abilities and-“

“Johnny”

Finally, freedom and peace arrived in the menacing form of Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Never, in his years of work had Price thought that peace and Ghost would occur in the same sentence within his thoughts. As he stood just a few meters away from his office,and the peaceful moments that he’d get by just getting through that door, Gaz came from behind.

“Captain,outside is -“

“what time is it Gaz?” Price asked in the most nice and calmest tone he could muster. Inside his chest panic rose, as he reminded himself of today's date. The recruit is coming today at exactly 16:15 pm

“Its 16:13, sir”

“Thanks Kyle, I need all of you to go. To your bunks,or the main hall,or somewhere else. Now.”

“Why?” again, Sergeant soap thought it was a good idea to talk again and so to break the last straw of his captain’s calmness.

“Ghost make sure this nuisance doesn’t get in my way with his stupid mouth today again, or he’ll gets to experience a whole week of outside recruitment training.Understood?”

With that Price turned on his heel and out of the sight of his teammates

“Fucking bloody muppets” he mutters as he made his way outside

“Great job, Soap.Now what?”

“I know we’re all thinking the same. So, Gaz , even if you don’t want to say it, Im going to say it.We’re going to follow him, obviously.”

Soap looked to his brothers, expecting a quick response,but none came.A minute of silence followed.

“Soap,no”

“C’mon L.t, I know you give more fucks about this as you let on,so if nobody’s going to stop me,I’ll be following my Captain.”

With that he to turned in a over dramatic way just as Price did three minutes ago, and got to follow his captain way outside.

“This godforsaken scottish bastard.A’right ill better follow him and get him back before the captain does, if anyone asks for me tell’em i’m dead or drunk. Thanks sergeant Garrick.”

And so Gaz now stood alone in front of his superiors office door , neither knowing how to react to the oder given or the situation that had just occurred, while he simply wanted to inform his captain of the helicopter sighted near the base. So, he decided, he will do as told by both his Lieutenant and Captain Price, staying right where he was and tell anyone who asked that the Captain is on his Period,Ghost is drunk and Sergeant McTavish turned feral.

A rather peaceful start for them, Garrick thought.

In the helicopter, a young man looked down at his wrist, the watch showing exactly 16:14.

In exactly one minute the helicopter should land,he’d get off his seat, take his duffel bag and backpack, depart the helicopter and meet the Task force 141, under command by the British army and the CIA. He would meet his new colleagues and captain, staying with them for a exactly three months before He would be seated in this exact position, back to his home country and comrades.in exactly 45 seconds he would be on time, he thought, in 46 he would be late.

He hated being late, he despised the thought of being where he was supposed to be even a millisecond late.He knew how much could change within a single minute or even second. His time out in the fields made it even mir obvious to him, how important it was to be accountable, accurate and quick. He dreaded the thought of being late, as he knew, the seconds one waste, may be the last of anothers life

How long are thirty seconds really?

He looked down at his watch, he laughed. It was a quick moment of bitter happiness filled by empty thoughts.

29…28….27

The Helicopter landing and the small ruckus of the helicopter as it touched the ground was the only thing he felt.

16:15 exactly on time, Second.

“Welcome Back Evie,” A shadowed figure says from the corner of the room.

“Not feeling very welcomed,” I said as I struggled to move in the chair they tied me to.

The figure walks toward me, the light slowly revealing a man with blue eyes and blonde hair, “Well you know the precautions we have to take, last time you effortlessly escaped and...” He pulls out a knife and holds it against my cheek, “We can't let that happen again.”

“Is that supposed to scare me? I know you well enough to know that you won't hurt me, Lucian.”

He presses the knife closer to my cheek, “You don't know anything about me.”

“Really? Then prove me wrong, stab me. Right here, right now.”

Prompt #232

“Welcome back,”

“Not feeling very welcomed,”

Some random doodles I made

Fuzzi the spider might become a thing here lol

So I did a thing and I'm not sure if I should continue? Basically, I took characters from game called Guilty Gear and made them into skins for Brawl Stars characters: Byron is Faust and Mortis is Slayer. Credit to @CaptainMiho for the Mortis base but I'm unsure who did the Byron base, so please let me know who did Byron's base so I can credit them properly!

golden wind: episode twenty-two reaction

episode twenty-two go ahead, let's get to tizzy and squizzy. no, do not expect me to say these words to a real person. just you fictional audience. where's trish--oh yeah in the turtle. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU FORGOT OUR SNAKIES. HOLY SHIIBYESSS TRAITORS REQUIEM LET'S GOOOO BOIIIIISSSS. STRIAGHT UP LOST IT WHEN MY BROTHER PAUSED THE VIOLINS. anyway we have j--HOLY WEED I'M LIVING FOR MY REFERENCES TOOO!! KICK HIM! next is shark soup time right? guess the bossu comes from sardineland. SHARK SPUP SHARK SPOUP. into the turtle. traceectomy. heyyyyyyyy squaloo????? tizzzy???? my brother left at the first second of gay. like it was a coinkidink but still---. anyway tizzy what was with that elbow in that last shot? and will i learn their name? the world will soon find out. anyway, if i am typing while they are on screen, i shall hereby refer to it as a war crime using this symbol: |=| if i can type it out that fast. look i'm just excited to see them and some homo homies on screeen i've been trying to watch bromance all day with little success and man. holy weed: tizzy and squizzy, you can't make that dip up. okay so crush is squalo's. ahhhh talking heads makes him talk.... seriously my guys don't you see his struggle? the shark! noooo, body possession... says the pee drinker. everyone is rolling a perception check of zero this episode. except giorno, he get's a 4. ooh what's this? two unique exits in a row?? yo seriously, why does no one about the modern crusaders ed? and smiling king crimson?

✨✨I made another one guys!! ✨✨(and this time I let the video publish before sticking it up here, so yeah).

For the unaquainted, this is the official start of my series: Turning JJBA characters into WOF dragons. I did a beta run two weeks ago with Shizuka Joestar, but now we're actually hitting up the main JoJos. I'm going to start with each protagonist in order, then I'll cycle back with either JoBros or JoVillains (JoFoes? yeah, i think that's the actual name for them).

I feel like Flameback (Jonathan) turned out worse than Moonflower (Shizuka) in some aspects, and better in others. Like, I think the angle is more unique and it's got a more "realistic background" (i watercolored some mountains and made the sky orange and called it a day), but I feel like I could have made the flame motif stronger (instead of being this nice, but basic gold gradient). The Joestar birthmark being a part of the lineart/not being colored is a mistake. Will I actually color it next time? Maybe! Maybe not! Also, idk if i mentioned this in the Shizuka post, but her Joestar mark is specifically on her flank because one: i thought of it more as of a tattoo she's gotten to "honor her Joestar heritage/feel like she can properly live up to one more") and two: she was facing the right.

Okay, that's all the info I'm delivering now, so see you next time.