Yeah, I’ll go do that. Would you like me to take notes about my experience while under the influence of the toxin? On a side note, I recommend being careful traversing this area, I saw some of the Bats patrolling.
I think my plants are talking to me. It might just be some of the fear toxin that was released an hour ago tho.
Yes.
Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?
Sorry you got arrested for a stupid reason but then again poison ivy exists.
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Look, I’m not even upset about being detained. I’m upset because it wasn’t even an exotic plant. It was an Aloe. If I’m going to be arrested, at least book me for the right reason.
A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!
MC had always been the sky, never the Star. They prefer it that way, if they’re being honest. They preferred the proximity to earth. They preferred to watch things from above, present, but never quite there. They preferred the safety of the sky, the calmness, the anger, the warmth, and the chill. Consistent, yet ever-changing.
If MC was the sky, the two Snipers were the Stars. Celestial and distant. Ever burning, ever glowing. The center of their own galaxies. Massive Stars that will turn into Supergiants. Supergiants that will someday collapse from their own gravity. MC loathes to see the day that the Snipers fall. They loathe to witness the Supernova that will inevitably occur. MC knows that even if the Snipers become Neutron Stars, there will still be a Black Hole. A force so strong that it pulls in everything around it. (MC briefly thinks that the Snipers may already be Black Holes with how they pull in everything around them and leave destruction in their wake.)
Stargazing was something MC was familiar with, but sometimes they set their sights on things closer. The Earth and the Moon. König, the mountain of a man, the Earth in its entirety. Ghost, a man chasing a Sun, the Moon in its essence. Beautiful, powerful, and scarred. Forces of nature and heaven that cannot be contained or controlled. Not truly, anyway. The Earth looks up at the sky, but does not care. He is searching for a Star, not an atmosphere. The Moon doesn’t even glance at the sky, for he is above it. He is chasing a Sun. A Star much bigger than the one that lights up the sky.
MC is the sky. They are the atmosphere that grows thin. Slowly being destroyed. The Earth is the only one that notices. (He does nothing.) The sky cannot cry out for help, for no one listens to the sky. (They listen to the Stars though.) The sky will continue to wear away, continue to burn. It finds safety in the consistency of its destruction. The sky is falling and no one will catch it this time. (No one ever even tries.)
Nah, Gotham ‘boutta get a new vigilante. I want my goddamn Bagel.
Screw you too, Bagel Bandit
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Could you possibly send a few my way? My apartment is currently being overrun by vines and flowers. I don’t think that there’s anything malicious about them, but I’m having trouble walking around without falling flat on my face.
So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?
Dr. Isley hasn’t been around my area since my landlord went missing. I would recommend you check your chemicals, just to be sure. I much prefer fear toxin to acid trips.
I think my plants are talking to me. It might just be some of the fear toxin that was released an hour ago tho.
Sorry I took forever to respond, the fucking Red Hood took my phone. I was sitting out on the balcony and he just…took it? Hopped on the railing and snatched it. The vines got it back, but wtf? Anyways, just started working on it.
Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?
It really depends on what kind. I would recommend wearing gear if you’re flying, long sleeves and pants as well to prevent any potential contact with irritating foliage.
Flying is really hard....
Also ...anyone know if evergreen bushes give rashes?