Dragons. You Agree, Reblog

Dragons. You agree, reblog

Breakfast Time

My son’s stuck in a time loop again.

He thinks I don’t know, of course. He’s never told me that this happens to him (or that he can do this, possibly; I’m not sure which it is.) Maybe I’m a bad mother, if I haven’t proven myself worthy of that trust. But there is only so many times that one can watch their son trudge through a day with bored impatience, anticipating everything you say just a little too quickly and showing no surprise to even the most surprising event, and then come downstairs the next day disoriented but rejuvenated and with a new zest for life and a tendency to get blindsided by even the most predictable things, before one makes the obvious connection.

I don’t think he’s lived through this day too many times yet, because he’s not frustrated by my good morning joke but not surprised by the monster attack being announced on the news. He eats his toast makes polite conversation that sounds just a little too rote until his sister comes down, and he puts his toast down in that distinctive way that make her eyes widen in sudden realisation, a reaction I never would have noticed if I wasn’t looking for it. He told her about three time loops ago, I think, although it might’ve been earlier and I just never noticed the signal until then. I make sure to keep the smile on my face as I push a plate of toast towards her.

The thing on the news is some kind of flying beast, and my son’s eyes don’t leave the TV screen. I expect that calm, solid determination that I usually see in his expression on days like this, but instead he watches it only with a wary sort of calculation. I suppress a sigh – it looks like I won’t be remembering today, then.

The pair exchange glances and look to me. “Hey, mum, I figured we should go to school early. We’ve both got these big tests coming up and – ”

“Yes, fine, whatever. Go.” I know what you’re thinking – obviously they’re off to do something dangerous, and obviously they’re far too young for this sort of thing, and obviously I shouldn’t enable this, and I’m a terrible parent for letting them run off to maybe get themselves killed someday. But I put this to you:

How, exactly, do you expect me to stop them?

As my son heads for the door, though, I almost stop him. I consider, not for the first time, just telling him what I know, what I’ve figured out, and asking him to explain everything, to say where he’s going and what he plans to do about that thing and if his sister is involved and if they at least have help, to put my mind at ease. I don’t, though. Because, logically… I must have done that before, right? In at least one of the countless days that never happened. I must have gotten worried or angry or just fed up with this ridiculous charade and told him that he wasn’t as good at hiding as he thought he was. He has to know that I know, right? And yet, he still chooses to let it play out like this.

Or, perhaps, he told me once. That must have happened, right? I must have been there to help, to patch his wounds and dry his tears and listen to him confess his fears or his worries or his regrets about this big responsibility, about whatever he’s doing out there. He must have told me, at some point, at least once, in one of those nonexistent days. And afterwards, he chose not to tell the me that stuck around. Meaning that I must have given him some reason to keep this secret.

What did I do to him? What did I say to him? How bad a confidante must I have been, that he chooses instead to keep me in the dark?

They leave, they ‘go to school early’, and I start on the dishes. As I wash my daughter’s breakfast crumbs away, the plate slips from my fingers and shatters on the tiles at my feet. I sigh, and turn to get a broom.

Then stop. Pick up all the other dirty plates. And shatter them, one by one, on the tiles.

Then I leave the mess behind me, pull a full tub of rocky road ice cream out of the freezer, and resolve to spend the day eating junk and watching youtube videos. After all, it’s not like it’s going to matter tomorrow, right?

Mutant!Afton Children AU:

So uh… I have a mostly developed AU idea that I partially got from FE3H and X-men that I’ll call the ‘Mutant AU’ where the Afton kids have a “remnant mutation” that grants them superhuman abilities pertaining to the integral elements of time, energy (power) and space. Originally it was a crack AU, but like all my AU’s, it slowly starts to transition into not a crack AU anymore-

The Bite of ‘83 happens, but at the EXACT PINTPOINTED MOMENT/MILISECOND IN TIME where Evan’s head gets crushed/bit, a ‘dormant power’ laying within him suddenly awakens and triggers itself, and time stops.

His spirit temporarily sort of ‘astral projects’ ascends to the plane above the mortal/physical world, and after learning of the situation, he uses his newfound power/essence and rewinds time to before Michael and his friends confront him- it is a steadily evolving ability since it has just spawned within him, triggered by the enhanced/mutated remnant in his body manifesting as an ability symbolized by a crest- his crest depicted as a triskelion.

When Evan reawakens back in his body, he’s shocked to learn that it actually worked- he’s back in the moment where he’s sitting on the floor cradling his Fredbear Plushie to his chest. However, he also learns that no one but him remembers that he ‘branched’ the timeline, as he still sees Michael and his friends snickering at him from across the Pizzeria and walking up to him.

BEYOND pissed and rageful, and realizing with a newfound flame burning within that he’s not going to take his cruddy life circumstances lying down anymore- especially now that he has the knowledge that inexorable predestined fates NEVER existed- Evan basically tells them to screw off if they don’t have anything nicer to say. When they try and grab him, the kid basically bites down as hard as he can on Andrew’s arm, shoves Dorothy and Elijah away rather roughly, and kicks Michael in the crotch as hard as he can muster the effort to do so in his attempt to escape.

Both Michael and Evan are grounded after that. Ooh, boy, who would’ve thought, eh?

Well, there’s also the fact that Evan literally falls asleep and doesn’t wake up or even stir until the next evening due to the amount of effort he exerted by, y’know, LITERALLY performing chronokinesis.

Evan thinks he’s going crazy afterwards and doesn’t have a firm grasp on his powers, having really bad memory lapses, accidentally rewinding back or speeding time up forward a couple minutes when he doesn’t mean to, etc- this means his nights of fending off his nightmares go differently and are screwed up as well, and as a result of time itself being altered, his nightmares and hallucinations begin to weaken and distort, much to his shock. There are also more amusing symptoms, such as flowing water in the shower occasionally stopping in time. His perception of time becomes really screwed, and he becomes a bit concerned and occupied with buying clocks and experimenting with them to see if he really gained a newfound, mayhaps slightly overpowered ability out of the blue, all while trying to keep this madness a secret from his family.

But what NOBODY knows is that Evan awakening his power would prompt the power laying dormant within his siblings to awaken as well, affecting them in a catalyst-type fashion. His brother Michael would gain the ability symbolizing raw power, such as monstrously superhuman strength, a noticeably unusually robust constitution, and energy manipulation (being electrokinesis as well as the manipulation of potential and kinetic energy). This power would consolidate into the form they take today and would be awakened by remnant, as well as a crest within him resembling that of an Eye of Horus.

Meanwhile there’s Elizabeth with astrokinesis consolidated into form by her crest- a scarab beetle. There's her, who literally can warp through space, send objects into zero-gravity and ‘teleport’ to anywhere depending on the energy she exerts- and in the beginning, all three siblings can’t control their abilities and try desperately to keep it a secret from one another and everyone around them, while trying to figure out what’s happening to them as well. Michael and Elizabeth also discover their powers via eventful and shocking ways as well.

William is heavily suspicious, while Eleanor and the rest of Hurricane remain blissfully unaware of the fact that, possibly because of all the half-supernatural, half-sci-fi shit going on beneath the surface, they’re accidentally housing three spiritually mutant superhuman siblings that are panicking so hard because oye, they don’t know what the everloving fuck is happening to them either.