Just Got Back Home From Work And There Are A Bunch Of Clay Pots On My Balcony???

MC in the Anything-Verse Pt. 2

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.)

Holy shit! You’re onto something there. So much angst potential!

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?

There should be an apartment building with a single apartment overrun with plants. The other apartments look normal. I’d rather not give street names because I know that the bats frequently check all forms of social media and I like my plants. I don’t really require compensation, but you’re welcome to come say hello.

I think my plants are talking to me. It might just be some of the fear toxin that was released an hour ago tho.

…The flesh eating ones?

So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?

Sorry you got arrested for a stupid reason but then again poison ivy exists.

- :-(

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.

So how’s it going with the vines?

Pretty good. Although I think I’m under bat surveillance.

(Same)

I have the Tumblr equivalent of cleaning supplies...

a mass tag replacer

a way to find ALL of the tags you’ve ever used (mostly?)

and a way to find untagged posts

There will be some seriously intense organizing here soon.

Ever get those vines cleared out?

Nope. Oddly enough they’ve started helping me around the apartment. It’s actually pretty cool. Thanks for checking in though.

To the person who left a bottle of weed killer on my balcony: count your days.

I need this for personal reasons

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember