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Amy Destiny MitchellAmy grows up in a crowded house with numerous siblings. Despite the crowded conditions and common fights, Amy cares for her half-brothers and half-sisters. Her mother is unmarried and all of her children have a different father (with the exception of the twins, Riley and David), but there is a man that lives with them and that all of the children call “Dad.” He’s the only one who seems to not be anyone’s actually father. Growing up, her biggest dream is to be a proper mother. When she is 13, Amy begins to develop her abilities as a supernatural. Her eyes, which are already an oddly bright shade of blue, begin to lighten and brighten as she grows more skilled. Abnormally light, bright blue eyes mark her as a “static shifter,” or a shapeshifter that has a visible trait that makes them identifiable. This is due to having human genes mixed with shapeshifter genes and is only found in impure shifters. As she spends most of her time in the “real worl
I Think That the World Just Ended Ch 4Mutated humans gather around you, piling together so that they can all hear Dave. It takes a moment before the crowd settles down to stare at the pale boy in front of them. The quiet whimpers don't completely disappear, but at least you can hear over them now. When Dave finally begins even those soft voices seem to fall silent.
"Houston hasn't always been the safest city health-wise, but that's a no-brainer. We've all had to breathe the smog, we all know what a nasty place this is. Maybe that's what made whoever was in charge think that they could get away with this."
"With what?" one of the more developed mutations calls out. "All you've done for the past few days in talk in circles and that's all you're doing now! Get on with it!"
Many others join in with strained cries and start to shuffle about. More pained groans join the arguments for a moment, all immediately followed by an undercurrent of soft shushing and shifting feet. Dave doesn't speak another word until everyone has their
Twisting me 'round
Inside my head it's spinning
Tearing me down
The demon faces grinning
InterferenceThere's so many people here. They talk and they walk like they know what they're doing. Words come out of their mouths all of the time, never ceasing. It is the world of people who wait for their turn to talk. Never are you heard, for they do not care to listen to you. Voices just cover yours and drown out your sound. That's all that they do, you know. These voices that we use, while they carry information in the form of sounds that we recognize as words, are just that. Sound. Sound waves, to be specific. Constructive interference is when the crests of the sound waves combine and stretch until they echo so loudly in your head that you cannot escape them, no matter how loud you scream. Destructive interference is when the troughs of those very same waves meet and cancel each other out. Eventually there just isn't anything left to hear. That's all that talking is. That's why we are never heard.
Love, I could never hate youLove you. I do. You're horrible.
"Lyra, you need to calm down."
No please stop it, this is cruel.
"Lyra, I would never hurt you."
I know, I know, don't come near me.
"Lyra, stop it!"
I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you that hard. It's all your fault what do I care you deserved it. I'm sorry. Ryan, forgive me please. Oh no, no that can't be what it looks like. Please keep it away from me. Stop, go back, go away, go far away! I don't want this, I don't want you!
"No, Lyra wait, I'll put a bandage on it. See, like this. My blood won't hurt you, I promise."
Get away from me! I'm begging you Ryan, stop this now!
"Please just calm down, just once, please."
I'm sorry, Ryan, I can't do this. Don't worry; I know that you love me. I love you. I've always loved you. I always will. You're my one and only love, forever and for always, bound by hugs before hugs became terrifying.
"For once I just wish that we could see each other without this fight. It's like I can never be good enough for you. You n
What a Joke"I'm sorry John, it just isn't going to work out."
"Yeah, I understand. It's fine."
"I just feel really bad for-"
"Jacob, let it go."
He stared back at you for a heartbreakingly short moment before looking down at his shoes. There wasn't much else to do, so you turned around and left him standing on the porch. You didn't stop when you hit the sidewalk, there was no car waiting for you, you had to walk all the way to the bus stop. Truthfully you were glad for the extra time that it took to get home. Facing any of your friends right away wouldn't have ended well.
With a sigh, you banish the memory, open your eyes, and down the last of your drink. It's one of those fruity ones with a silly name and a lot more alcohol in it than they want to tell you about. You don't like to drink, but you needed to get out of the apartment and you were sick of walking around in the park, so it seemed like a great idea to hang out here. They don't card, so you don't care. There's a vibrat
Rewind Please Ch 3turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
TG: damn it youre asleep arent you
TG: come on
TG: wake up john
Cracking your eyes open at the noise, you groan and reach over to grab the goggles. Still only half awake, you reply quickly.
TG: the matrix has you.
It takes you a moment, but somewhere in the back of your mind you manage to connect the reference.
EB: very funny dave.
TG: bros alive
Wait, why would this be news? Isn't his brother always alive? Since when has Dave been Captain Obvious? After a second your brain clicks on and you get it. Bro is alive, but in the game he got stabbed through the chest by a huge dog human demon thing with wings. Your dad was in a similar position back then, but he's fine now.
EB: my dad too
EB: was bro waiting for you?
TG: no thats now how things work around here
TG: didnt see him till i woke up
TG: he just handed me a plane ticket and told me to pack my shit
EB: what? where are you going?
TG: ticket say
Reach Ch 2 Green light blinds me, flaring up suddenly and pulling me apart, atom by atom. I wonder idly if I can die like this after reaching god tier. It isn't as if I've had much time to figure that shit out. Rose is gripping my hand so tightly that I'm seriously losing feeling in my fingers, but now isn't the time to care about that. Jade grabs Rose's free hand in one hand and reaches for John's hand with her other. John squeezes her hand tightly and reached out for mine. I try to grab it, I really do. It isn't my fault that the universe decides to take a shit right then. There's even more light now and so much buzzing that I can't think straight. At first it surprises me, it isn't a huge boom like everyone thought it would be. Just this damned buzzing that pulls your mind away from anything and everything important, blurs your vision, and generally fucks you up. Long story short, I miss.
Rewind Please Ch 2Normally Dave absconding that quickly after such an outburst would have you worried out of your mind, but your mind isn't on Dave at this point. No, you're more interested in the man in your front yard. Nobody else has passed onto the lawn, giving you a clear view of this man. He is dressed in proper businessman clothes, a fedora resting on his head and a pipe in his mouth as always. As you stare at him, trying desperately to push away the memory of the last time you saw him, he raises his hand in greeting. That's about all you can take. Without another moment of hesitation or much thought to the action at all, you send your self flying towards the ground. In your haste you miscalculate slightly and run the rest of the way into his arms. You know that he doesn't understand why you're crying, he assumes that you're just happy to be home. As much as you wish he would remember what happened, what matters is that he's alive.
"Who are these people?" you ask, hearing your voice crack through
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 75The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head as his eyes flicked over the living room and made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back in with a look of pure panic on his face just as Sherlock gritted out, “Mycroft.”
It had just begun to rain when you and Mycroft started to make your way back to the flat from the small café down the street, your friend tucking you close to his side as he held his ever present umbrella over your heads. You held your hand out to the fee
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Through the Distorted Glass: A SummaryAfter mourning the loss of their friend, Miguel, Lanetta forces the team to continue on. Tiana has a fit, upset that everyone is just getting up and abandoning the memories of their friend. Not fully understanding Tiana, since she doesn’t speak Pokémon, Lanetta lashes out at her, stating that death is a part of life, and if you let it hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere, always being stuck in the past. She tells Tia that Miguel wouldn’t want her to suffer over him, so she should move on. Tiana reluctantly agrees, and the team heads to Eterna Forest, where they meet Cheryl.
Cheryl is a travelling nurse, on her way to the league to deliver a top secret new medicine called “revive” that supposedly can bring back a freshly killed Pokémon, within limits. Lane finds the technology scary, being a believer that you should respect the dead as they are. The two women butt heads on various issues of Pokémon morality, especially when Lane use
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 74It was around two in the morning when Sherlock’s phone woke you and when he didn’t pick it up you fumbled for it, reaching up over your heads towards the noise until you found it on the arm of the couch.
“ ‘ello?” you answered groggily, pulling your free arm from the sling to rub at your eye. Lestrade's voice started to pour through the phone and you scrunched your eyes tightly closed as you slurred, “Hol’ on. Lemme get’im for you.”
You held the phone over your head, unintentionally smashing it into Sherlock’s face as you huffed in a steady slur, “Sherly… phone’s for you. S’bout the case.”
Startling out of his thoughts at the phone hitting him, he took it from you and you rolled to your good side as he lowly growled, “What?” into the receiver. You snuggled into him, letting the rumble of his voice as he talked with Lestrade lull you back to sleep, only to be woken a moment late
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 72It was a relatively quiet morning in 221B… unfortunately it only lasted about five minutes before all hell broke loose. It started with John coming down to begin his morning as he normally did, with eggs and the paper, only to find you pressed against Sherlock with his hand resting somewhere it shouldn’t. There were a lot of things John could handle, combat pressure, Sherlock’s boredom, malevolent criminals, but not this. He was even starting to get used to the occasional acts of affection between the two of you but this… this was just too much.
Before he could do anything you let out a soft whimper in your sleep and your face turned pained, causing John to temporarily abandon his anger for concern. The way you were sleeping was obviously putting a lot of pressure on one of your broken ribs, probably had been all night, and he watched you shift just enough so that the pain didn’t wake you.
Your brother sighed, rubbing his forehead- he was going to have t
3 -- LightThis light. It burns. I don't understand why because everyone always says that light is good. It doesn't feel good. It feels like pain. It shows me the truth of everything that I don't want to see. The scene of a murder is found in the daylight. The lonely child stands under the streetlight. The runaway teenager leaves by moonlight. Tearful wishes are made by starlight. So why does everyone say that light is so good? I think that it would be better if we were all bathed in darkness
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