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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 11:59 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 3:31 am
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WARNING: Disturbing imagery and the horror of my brain going dark places!!
Granted, unfortunately you kinda forgot to tell the "powers that be" that you wanted to be a real wolf so instead, one day, when you are walking down the street, your whole body begins to go numb.
At first, you pay it no mind, if feels a bit like that time you woke up and your legs had fallen asleep, you do not register the danger.. but as you continue walking, the feeling intensifies, like an ache that spreads trough your limbs, leaving your arms heavy as lead within moments.
Before you can react to this, you feel something within you crack and snap, as your ribs grow too brittle to hold on. You fall to the ground, mouth open wide in an attempt to scream, but your tongue feels swollen and dry, and your lungs can no longer force enough air trough your body to allow for such a simple thing as speech or a frightened cry for help.
Your eyes, wide and panicked, begin watering as you cry like a child in terror, but even these last mortal remnants of your past life soon disappear as they are absorbed by the soft, grey fabric that used to be your human skin.
It is over within seconds, and where a human boy once stood, there is now only a wolf plushie with great, big hollow plastic eyes.
A child, no older than 5, sees you an brings you home, she caresses your ears lovingly and call you "Howly". You have a special place atop her table, next to her pink, flowery tea set.
You can not move, nor speak, and can only witness everything that happens to you with a growing sense of hopelessness as the year go by and the child grow into a young girl too old for toys.
Finally, after 7 years of never ending consciousness, trapped in a prison of soft felt fur, never granted even the mercy of sleep, the girl tires of you, her old toy and you are thrown into the garbage can along with other toys and posters from her room that she has now grown too old to love.
A week goes by and you, along with the rest of the garbage and the rotten cabbage you have been lying on for far too long, are picked up by the local garbage-truck and brought to the rubbishdump to be incinerated.
As the flames engulf your body, burning away the stuffing within and melting your eyes into a foul black liquid, you feel no pain, only a deep sense of gratefulness that your suffering has finally ended, and you embrace oblivion with open arms.
.... My brain goes dark places when I have not had my coffee! I wish for a nice, warm cup of coffee!
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:11 am
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Granted, but unfortunately you didn't specify how many spoon of sugar and milk you want in your coffee, and thus when a handsome-looking waiter serves the drink to you, you are instantly charmed by his look, eyes locking at his face. When you are about to take a sip of your drink, a guy (brother, dad, etc.) come and ask for the drink. Still being in trance, you hand him the cup without much resistance, and once the liquid touches his tongue....
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...You receive such a wonderful blessing.
I wish to be Tony Stark!
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:34 am
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As you go to bed, you wish to be Tony Stark with all of your heart. Perhaps it is the fame that draws you to his charismatic character, perhaps his wealth, or maybe his intelligence, no matter what drew you to his glory, you go to bed a normal human girl, in a small bed, in a small room, somewhere in this boring, old world...
And wake up in another universe.
You get out of the bed, your movements careful and stiff. Your hands are bigger now, stronger. You spread your fingers to study the digits that you have only seen on a TV screen and marvel at the callouses on the tips, created by years of hard work. They ache from hours of tinkering with tiny screws and metal pieces, and it feels both alien, and familiar.
"Tony?" Somewhere behind you, on the massive bed with sheets that have a thread count higher than any mattress you have ever owned, a body moves.
Pepper.. You somehow know it is her. "Tony are you okay?"
You turn to look at her. Your eyesight is a little poorer now, a little fuzzy at the edges where age has worn it down.
"Yeah" You answer and smile at her. Your lips feel dry and cracked. The beard feels strange on skin that is now rough and thick rather than soft. You try to make the smile reassuring but..
Pepper Potts smiles back, mutters something about a meeting and slips out of bed with casual grace. She is wearing a lacy, pink nightgown that cover very little and while you may not know this women beyond what you have seen in the movies, your body does and you feel a pang of affection for the small freckles on the back of her left thigh. As she walks away from the bed, she seems uncomfortable, arms crossed over her breasts and eyes lowered.
You stare at the door when she leaves. You are still staring at it when a Norse God breaks through the windows, Mjolnir held high above his head and voice booming trough the room.
You are taken to Shield.
They call you "body snatcher", call in every expert on the paranormal they can get their hands, on but no matter what they do, you are utterly stuck in a body that is not your own.
"Where is Tony!!" Pepper demands after you have been kept in a see though cage for over a week, after Dr.Strange has sat with you in your cell and performed strange hand movements and even stranger words to accompany them.
Peppers eyes are dark with grief. Her eyes are blurred by tears as she pounds on the see-through wall, her beautiful features twisted in hopeless grief "What have you done to him you monster!!"
"That is Mister Starks true body" Dr.Strange´s voice is not unkind, merely factual as turns to the Avengers all geathered infront of the cell, most of them anyway. Clint is somewhere up in the airvents, and Natasha is currently on a mission in Prag. Dr. Strange waves a hand at you "Our .."friend" here has taken Starks body for her own"
"Then Tony is.." Steve Rogers voice wavers briefly, right now he seems more the sickly kid from Brooklyn than Captain America, his eyes are red and his skin pale from lack of sleep. Beside him Bruce is cleaning his glasses with a pale blue cloth, not meeting anyones eyes. He has not looked up for a long time.
Dr. Strange turns his attention to Pepper. The woman shakes as his face softens in sympathy "Mister Stark is dead. His soul was torn apart at the seams and destroyed the moment his body was taken from him"
Peppers howl rings trough the Shield helicarrier as she throws her head back and *screams*, knees buckling and perfectly applied mascara smearing under the onslaught of her tears as she falls to the ground crying.
Bruce transforms before anyone has time to react.
Not even you.
A massive green fist breaks your cage, sending pieces of bulletproof glass flying in every direction. You stumble back a few steps but you have nowhere to go, and the big hands closes around your ribcage and snaps your body in half as easily as a child breaks a twig.
You die a villains death. And leave tragedy in your wake.
.. Darn it Alexia, now you made me feel sad.. I wish I could go to Hogwarts!
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 11:54 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 2:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 2:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 1:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 5:30 pm
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