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freewillacquired · 5 months ago

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PSA: Some important OOC things I need my RP partners to know

{out of mutations} Hello, everyone. I was just made aware by a (now former) friend that I unintentionally hurt them very badly to the point of them ceasing to write with me and to block me. That is absolutely their prerogative, and I don’t blame them at all for doing so, nor do I bear them any ill will for their choice. Everyone needs to cultivate their own safe spaces on this site and to do what is best for their own mental health.

However, the points that they raised in their final message to me were important and very much opened my eyes to how careless I’ve been with how I’ve conducted myself as an rper and a blogger, and as a friend in general. It also made me aware that things that I’ve been trying to handle on my own offline and to not let affect how I run my blogs or manage friendships… are things that I really need to make my friends and rp partners aware of, because they are having clear consequences.

You all deserve to understand how I work as an online person you connect with, so that you can each make individual choices on whether or not you wish to continue writing with me or interacting through messages in the future. I’ll place this below a cut, and if you read all of it, I thank you for your time.

I mean for this simply to be an informative post that will explain a little bit about what I’ve been going through lately and how it is affecting my ability to function online. Life has gotten very crazy for me, I am having memory problems, and I have way too much activity/muses/blogs. All of these things together have created some problems with how I interact with folks on this site, and so I want to explain a little so you all understand. If, after reading this, you decide that I am too high maintenance for you, that I can’t give you the level of writing or messaging interaction that you prefer, or if you have any other issues with what I say, I fully understand and support any decision you make going forward. I hope that by beieng a bit embarrassingly candid that I can prevent what I inadvertently did to my friend from ever happening again, because I feel absolutely horrible about it. Alright, let’s get into this.

I don’t go looking for new people to interact with on any of my blogs anymore. I’ve stopped following new people unless we actually start writing together, I never message new people because of my anxiety, and I don’t want to attract more activity because I’m not managing what I have now well at all. The past few years of my life have been disastrous for many reasons (work, family, health, etc.), and I am looking to downsize muses and blogs, so I don’t reach out to new people anymore. If they reach out to me, I do my best to accommodate them, because I have never been good at saying no or disappointing people as a consequence of my social anxiety. But otherwise, I don’t want to attract more activity when I know I already don’t have enough time and focus to maintain the activity I already have. So if you have followed me because of the rp etiquette of “if I follow I want to interact,” and I don’t follow back, it doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t want to write with you. Sometimes that is true. When I get followed I read the person’s rules. If I can’t find your rules, or if I see a rule that I feel I violate or would easily violate unintentionally, then I don’t look to write with you. However, there are times when someone follows and I think… oh wow, I’d love to write with them. But as I said, I have too many blogs/muses right now, so I feel it’s irresponsible to go looking for new connections when I don’t really properly maintain the ones I have. I don’t want to close my blogs for new interactions, per se, but I don’t go seeking out more activity either.

But the main reason I wanted to write this is to explain some issues I’ve been having with my memory lately. In the past four years, I’ve had Covid twice and I’ve been put on medications for an immunodeficiency illness, and both of those things have very much made my memory and my ability to keep track of things very poor. I am getting people confused on this site that I never did before, I weirdly repeat myself in posts, I am forgetting what I said in one thread vs. another, I’m forgetting to message people back, or I’ll promise to send in asks or whatever and then never do it. I also tend to get very confused between people who write the same characters, since all I have to go on is a url and an icon if I don’t know the person in real life. I’ve gotten rpers mixed up before because it’s all very jumbled in my head. Sometimes that makes people feel like I am being rude, inconsiderate, or that I don’t care about them, but that isn’t true. I genuinely just can’t hold onto thoughts and memories the way I could a few years ago. I’ve even had to leave my career field, for safety reasons because making stupid mistakes or forgetting to do things since my memory has been affected by Covid and my medications.

The issue of my memory is something that I’ve been in denial about because it’s a scary and upsetting thing, and I guess I’ve been trying to chalk it up to stress or whatever, but clearly that’s not the case, and I need to accept that I have a real problem. In recent months, I have not only gotten people mixed up, but I have done things like list the top 5 people of something and leave someone out, or say someone was the best or only person I wrote with when others write the same character, or replied to one person’s thread thinking I was writing to different person. Sometimes they are close friends of mine, or I’ve been writing with them longer than the ones I listed. Why would I not remember them? How could I screw things like this up? I don’t know. It’s disturbing to not be able to trust your memory, it honestly is.

When I don’t know people in person and all I see is a url and an icon, I sometimes get very confused. This has always been true for me, since way back with AIM in the 90s, but in recent years it’s been compounded by my memory issues. Thread plots and things get all jumbled in my head. I just wrote a thread the other day where I replied to someone and I thought I was replying to another person’s same version of that character. It was mortifying and I felt really bad. If this happens to you, or if I get your version confused in an OOC post, or if I compliment someone else’s version but not yours, it doesn’t mean your version is crap or doesn’t mean anything to me, it’s just that I’m having some focus and memory issues that are causing me to forget versions sometimes or to blend them together in my head. I will take greater care not to make such mistakes in the future, but when dealing with something like a buggy memory, it’s really hard.

People frequently change urls too, which is another thing that often throws me off, because then in my mind, it’s a totally different, new person until I have enough repetition to associate the new url with the person behind the old one. The number of blunders I’ve made recently with saying to people, “I’m sorry, who is this again?” has been staggering and very embarrassing for me. Like just having to ask that question is incredibly mortifying, but I need to do it more instead of trying to reply on my memory and then making very hurtful mistakes.

I have not been keeping up with things on this site as well as I should have in recent years, and that is a failing of mine. Personal relationships have suffered. Connections I’ve made here have fallen apart. I feel like it’s very much getting away from me in an overwhelming manner and I’m not sure how to fix it, other than downsizing blogs and muses, which I’m trying to do now. But that won’t fix my memory, so I’ll likely keep making mistakes even if I downsize. I ask that you please be patient with me, and if you think I’ve made a mistake or haven’t remembered something, please let me know. If doing that is too much trouble for you or you feel like you shouldn’t have to, I totally understand, and if you would feel more comfortable not interacting with me anymore, I respect your decision.

A word about how bad I am with messages… I have very bad social anxiety and messaging people sometimes causes me to have panic attacks or to feel very jittery or overwhelmed. For like, no reason. Even with good, close friends. It’s like…. brain, why. Because of this, I will usually not answer messages until and unless I am in a good headspace to do so. Or it could just be that I don’t have the time if it’s something I’m writing a really long reply to that I want to put adequate thought into. Whatever the reason, I frequently won’t answer right away because I need time to think of a response, or something else is making me anxious so I don’t feel up to replying. I fully intend to reply later, but then the poor memory kicks in, and I forget. Before I know it, I’ve sometimes got people angry that I have been ghosting them for months when I completely forgot I even got a message in the first place. I am kindly asking you to not take this personally. I’ve been doing a lot of this lately. Sometimes, to compound issues, this site doesn’t even tell me that I have messages in the first place, which for someone whose memory is screwed up, is seriously frustrating. I never ignore people unless I think they��re a bot, heh. So please, if you messaged me and I seem to just have completely ignored you, it's okay to message again and ask if I saw it. In fact, I encourage you to do that, because between Dumblr and my own memory, I have really been forgetting to message people back a lot lately, and it’s something I do feel badly about.

One thing I want to make very clear, is that I NEVER fault anyone for taking a hiatus, whether it’s three weeks or three years. Real life comes first, this is a hobby not a job, it should be fun, and if it ceases to be fun or feasible to keep up with then everyone needs to do what’s best for them, and I am perfectly fine with that. Hell, I’ve been taking more hiatuses in the past year than I’ve actually been around to write, because of various work, health, and family issues/obligations. I’m on a partial hiatus right now and likely through next week for jury duty, in fact. I never fault anyone for needing to step away. I’ve had people come back after like five years and still want to write and that’s fine. So if you’ve come out of hiatus and I’m “ignoring” you, it might be that I didn’t see your message, that I don’t remember who you were because of a url change or if it’s been many months or years, or that I don’t even know you’re back. Jog my memory as to what we were writing about, some of our plots and things, and I’m sure that I will remember. Unfortunately, my memory is just not great anymore, it’s a reality that I’ve struggled to come to terms with in recent years.

Also, and this is going to sound very rude I know, but it’s again… just my new normal and reality with regard to my memory. I really don’t have the time or focus to keep track of when everyone leaves or comes back from hiatus or for how long. Maybe this is bad rp etiquette on my part, but I don’t frequently read other people’s blogs or even scroll my dash that much anymore. I just don’t have the time. If I think of it for certain people that I haven’t heard from in a while or that I want to check in on, I may pop onto your blog, but most of the time I do tend to miss a lot of everyone’s OOC posts. I come on to write and then I go back to work (my current job is entirely online), or I go about my family obligations (I take care of my grandmother around the clock). Gone are the days when I used to keep in better touch with people or read all their OOC posts. It’s a combination of not having enough free time to do so and that I’ve really gotten crazy with the number of blogs and muses I have, and so I write with a multitude of people that I just can’t all keep track of. This is a problem of mine, I know, and I am in the process of whittling down my schedule and number of muses to help correct it as much as possible. But just because I didn’t know it was your birthday, or I didn’t like your hiatus post, or I didn’t respond to that post you wrote that said you were really sad and needed someone to talk to… doesn’t mean I don’t care. I do care a lot about people. I tend to soak up people’s problems and sadnesses like a sponge, unfortunately. I just don’t have the time to keep up with all the people I write with all the time. If there is something you really want/need me to know, message me. I know I said I often postpone replying for when I feel more up to doing so, but if it’s something very urgent or important, I will respond ASAP.

One last thing I was to address… please don’t let something that is upsetting you fester to the point where you’re seriously hurt by it. I never intentionally mean to hurt anyone. If anything, I am the most nonconfrontational, people-pleasing person you’ll meet. So if it appears that I’ve done or said or not done something that was really rude, or upset you, or that you feel was very wrong of me to do to you, I promise you it was not done with intention to hurt you. Please come talk to me about it. Don’t let it just sit for a long time and make you angry because I’m likely not even aware that you’re upset. I would like the opportunity to look at what happened and to address it, so that you can feel better and I can be made aware of what I did so as to try to avoid doing so in the future. The last thing I ever want to do to someone is make something into a painful thing they’ll carry with them for a long time. Believe me, I’m the kind of person who still remembers things from early childhood that hurt me and have stayed with me forever. Things have happened on this site, some my fault and some not my fault, that have haunted me for years because I end up feeling so terrible about it. I know that’s probably a product of my chronic anxiety, but even so, it doesn’t feel good at all and I would never want to do that to another person. So please bring something to my attention as soon as it happens so that it can be addressed, fixed, or at the very least explained.

Alright, I think that’s everything I wanted to address. I've tried to be as open and honest and I could possibly be. If this post changes your mind about wanting to interact with me, I understand. You all have to do what is best for you. I just wanted to be transparent with people because hurting someone badly really made me realize that this isn’t something that I can just dance over and hope it’ll all be okay. I’m now aware that it’s affecting real things and real people in negative ways, and so I wanted to make everyone aware.

Sorry for all the word vomit, but I thought this was very important to do. Again, if you’ve read to this point, thank you for taking that time to do so. I will continue to try to do as much as I can to conduct myself in a respectful manner with all of you, and I look forward to writing with those who still want to.

#{ out of mutations } ᵒᵒᶜ

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emma23 · 1 month ago

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Misguided melody:

Llewyn Davis x reader

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Llewyn Davis leaned against the worn bar of a dimly lit Greenwich Village café, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee. The soft hum of folk music surrounded him, but tonight, it felt like a backdrop to the real performance happening just a few tables away. That’s when he noticed her: Y/N. She was laughing with a group of friends, her smile bright enough to light up the entire room.

“Who’s that?” Llewyn muttered to himself, his curiosity piqued despite his usual disinterest in social interactions. His friends often remarked on his ability to isolate himself even in crowded spaces, and he was well aware of this tendency.

“Don’t ask me,” a voice chimed in, and he turned to see his buddy, Jim, shrugging. “You’re the folk singer. Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Yeah, right. Like I need to make a fool of myself,” Llewyn shot back, though he couldn’t help but glance back at Y/N. There was something captivating about the way she gestured animatedly while recounting a story, her passion evident in every word.

Hours passed, and Llewyn found himself involuntarily drawn to her laughter, the way it resonated with the beat of his heart. Eventually, he made the decision that would change everything—or so he hoped.

“Alright, I’ll go over,” he said, half-jokingly, more to convince himself than Jim. “Wish me luck.”

As Llewyn approached, he suddenly felt a rush of self-doubt. Who was he kidding? But the moment Y/N looked up and met his gaze, a flicker of recognition danced in her eyes.

“Hey there! I’ve seen you perform before,” she said, her voice bright and inviting.

“Yeah? I hope it was worth your time,” Llewyn replied, his tone sardonic but not unkind. He sat down at her table, uninvited, and instantly regretted it as he felt the weight of her gaze.

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked, her curiosity genuine.

“Llewyn,” he said simply, trying not to show how much her attention unnerved him.

“Y/N,” she smiled, extending her hand. Llewyn took it hesitantly, feeling a strange warmth from the brief touch.

“Nice to meet you. So, what do you think of this place?” he asked, attempting to sound casual.

“Honestly? I come here for the ambiance, but the coffee is terrible,” Y/N replied with a mischievous grin. Llewyn chuckled, surprised at her frankness.

“Good to know. I’m not sure how long I can endure this,” he said, waving his cup. “I mean, is it even legal to serve coffee this cold?”

Y/N laughed, the sound like music to his ears. They continued chatting, each quip and comeback revealing layers of their personalities. Llewyn found himself sharing more than he typically would, speaking about his music, the frustrations of being an artist, and his unending quest for something that resembled stability.

“So, you really think you can change the world with your music?” Y/N teased, tilting her head.

“Maybe not the world, but a few ears wouldn’t hurt,” Llewyn replied, leaning in slightly. “What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a barista,” she said, a playful smirk crossing her face. “I change lives one coffee at a time.”

“Right, I can see the impact already,” Llewyn said dryly, but he was intrigued. “Any chance you could do me a favor and make this one taste less like regret?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound like you’re enjoying the café life much.”

“Café life? More like a slow death,” Llewyn replied, only half-joking. “But you’re a breath of fresh air in here. I might stick around just for that.”

As the evening wore on, the café grew quieter, and the two of them shared stories and laughter that echoed through the room. Llewyn found himself leaning closer, completely absorbed in her presence.

“You know, you’re not as insufferable as I thought you’d be,” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling.

“I can be insufferable when I want to be,” Llewyn shot back, smirking. “But I’d prefer not to be around someone who might actually enjoy it.”

“Oh, please. You could never be insufferable enough to scare me away,” she challenged, a playful glint in her eyes.

In a moment of boldness, Llewyn leaned in, drawn by an unspoken chemistry. “How about we get out of here?” he proposed, his heart racing.

“Are you asking me to leave this glamorous place?” Y/N feigned shock. “What could be better than cold coffee and awkward small talk?”

“Trust me, there are far more exciting places in New York,” Llewyn promised, his voice low.

“Okay, lead the way,” she said, standing up. The thrill of spontaneity coursed through them as they stepped out into the cool night air.

They wandered the streets, Llewyn leading her to a small park where a few street musicians played soft melodies. The ambiance felt electric, and the chemistry between them was palpable.

“You play music, don’t you?” Y/N asked, leaning against a tree.

“Sometimes. It’s more of a habit than a career at this point,” Llewyn replied, running a hand through his hair. “But I’d rather perform for a crowd than play in a stuffy café any day.”

Y/N stepped closer, her eyes shining with mischief. “You should play for me, then.”

Llewyn hesitated, then pulled out his guitar from his bag, strumming a few chords. As he began to play, he noticed her swaying to the rhythm, her smile enchanting.

“See? This is better than coffee,” Llewyn quipped, finishing the song.

“Definitely better. You should add ‘charming musician’ to your résumé,” Y/N replied, her laughter contagious.

After a few more songs, Llewyn’s confidence grew, and he found himself inching closer, his heart pounding in anticipation. “Y/N, can I—” he started, but before he could finish, she closed the gap between them.

“Just kiss me already,” she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, filled with the excitement of the night and the unspoken promise of more to come. Llewyn felt alive, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in each other.

As they pulled away, breathless, Y/N grinned. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Guess I’m full of surprises,” Llewyn replied, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Now, let’s see if you can surprise me again,” Y/N said, her tone playful yet sultry.

With that, they found themselves in a nearby alley, the thrill of the night consuming them. Llewyn pushed her against the wall, their kisses deepening as he cradled her face in his hands. The tension between them was electric, a mix of desire and spontaneity.

“You sure you want to do this?” Llewyn asked, pausing for a moment, concern flashing in his eyes.

“More than anything,” she breathed, pulling him closer.

And just like that, they succumbed to the moment, losing themselves in each other’s warmth. The night was a whirlwind of laughter, whispers, and heated exchanges, each caress and kiss leading them further into a realm of intimacy that felt all too right.

As they finally pulled apart, both breathless and grinning like fools, Llewyn chuckled. “So, about that cold coffee… do you think they’ll notice if we don’t come back?”

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I think they’ll manage. Besides, I prefer my nights hot.”

Llewyn smirked. “Well, I hope you’re ready for more surprises.”

“Bring it on, Llewyn,” she challenged playfully.

With their hearts racing and their spirits high, they stepped back into the world, ready for whatever adventure awaited them next.

#llewyn davis x reader #llewyn davis #inside llewyn davis #oscar isaac #oscar isaac character #oscar isaac characters

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bloodpen-to-paper · 11 months ago

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Alright folks, final Qsmp post of the day (--will have mentions of the Forever situation fyi--)

The prison event was very fun and I got some good laughs (especially from the therapy session). I'm glad to be back and have broken the ice after being radio silent for like 3 weeks.

Going forward, I don't think I'll be as emotionally invested with the lore as I was before with Forever's content, and him not being here is still weird for me. There's moments that feel so much like he should be there, and references that I know would've been made if the server wasn't collectively ignoring his existence. I understand why they're doing that, and I'm not saying they shouldn't. I remember seeing some posts after the initial blow up saying it would probably feel off for a while before the server found a way to fully move past it. Its completely understandable, just like I hope its understandable that people like me still feel sad and hurt over the loss. That'll take a while, and I'm sharing this cause I hope this can resonate with anyone who feels the same.

Oddly enough, this whole situation gave me the opportunity to step back and learn a lot about myself. Hyperfixations are a big deal for ND people, it can be life consuming, and as much as I stand by the fact that everything would've been astronomically better if this never happened... I do think it helped me analyze my own brain in a way I didn't before, issues I had been ignoring or hadn't realized. There's a lot to life, and sometimes you lose sight of that when you're zeroed in on one thing 24/7. I'll still think about the cubito and consume content of him until I naturally lose interest (shout out to the other former Forever fans who are doing the same, separating character from CC of course), but from here on the Qsmp is something I'd like to just have fun with. Something for creativity and culture, but as a fun hobby rather than a serotonin lifeline. This may sound dramatic, but you never know what's happening in someone's life, and what they use to keep themselves going when nothing else is going right for them. Its why this kind of content exists, and I'm thankful for what this server provided when I was still figuring myself out. Even with the situation, I don't want to forget about any of it. But I think I'm ready to take a new and healthier approach this time.

Having said that, I'm glad I could be here for today, and I want to continue being in this fandom until the server itself is ready to end. The Prison Event, whether planned in advance or last minute, was honestly a really great way to give a bit of a blank slate for people still feeling weird about Forever's absence. It brought a new premise disconnected from him and gave people like me a reason to come back to livestreams. I'm glad to have broken the ice and to know that I can come back to the Qsmp fanbase and content, even if its different this time, I'm glad its there for me to return to when I feel like it.

There's a billion drafts for other fandoms and topics that I want to get through, and I'd like to be more consistent with them since my Qsmp hyperfixation has calmed down a bit. But I'll be here, sometimes blogging, sometimes just vibing. Its good to be back, I missed all of you a ton. See you at the Inmate Crucifixion <3

#personal #mcyt #qsmp #forever situation #bit of a vent post #hugs to anyone who feels the same #and thanks for taking the time to read #love you to bits #<3

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intolerable-sushi · 11 months ago

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Loving madness

Wilford x reader

Hello folks!!! I am currently sick with the flu, so I have had time to go through my drafts and work on things!!! This is an wilford x gn reader story that I may or may not continue depending on how I feel. Let me know if yall like it, enjoy!!!

Your friends had dragged you to a new club on your birthday to celebrate despite you begging for a small party. Instead of a couple of drinks with your friends inside your perfectly temperate house, you were now sweating like a pig in the corner of the club. Your friends were having a good time at least, with each finding a random guy to grind on. You could barely hold the panic that threatened to spill out of your throat as the club became more crowded. You hated this. You needed to get some air. You could barely make your way through the crowd as you searched for some sort of sanctuary. As your panic began to overflow and tears started to cloud your eyes, you bumped into a man as he turned around, spilling your drink all over him. You began to apologize profusely afraid that he would be angry with you, as he had every right to be.

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Loving Wilford had been a mistake. A mistake that you could have easily avoided if you hadn’t been so short-sighted and naive. It had all been going so well when you had first met.

“Now, now, it's alright darling. A little spill never hurt anyone. These things happen all the time! Now, are you alright?” The man was tall , wearing a yellow shirt and khakis. His smile was warm under his mustache and his eyes had this spark in them. You froze, he was beautiful. “Miss I understand that I am quite a catch if I do say so myself, but I do believe that you need to breathe.” You need to breathe? Oh shit you had stopped breathing. You took in a quick gasp before apologizing again. His eyes appeared to soften as he looked at you.

“You look like you are having a rough night. Why don’t we get you outside for some air?” He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards the door. Once the two of you were outside he sat you down on a chair that you were sure wasn’t there when you had walked out. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s gotten someone as stunning as you all frazzled.” You explained that today was your birthday, and that your friends had dragged you to this new club despite you wanting a small get together. Everyone else was having fun, but the atmosphere was overwhelming to you. You didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun so you just stayed quiet. The tears that had been collecting in your eyes began to fall. You just wanted to go home now.

The man had listened silently to your explanation before letting out a huff. “ Those don’t sound like very good friends. Today is YOUR birthday not theirs. You should be doing what you want to do today!” You stated you would rather not cause any problems. The man huffed again, “Wanting to be celebrated in a way you enjoy is not causing problems.” The man appeared to be almost steaming as he began to pace in front of you muttering to himself.

You stood up from your chair and said you would rather just head back to your apartment now. The man stopped his pacing and turned to you, “Alright, but may I walk you home to ensure your safety.” You thought about it for a second. This definitely was not the safest part of town, so walking by yourself was risky but at the same time, you didn’t know this man. You couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously. Was he really safe or did he have another motive?

The man seemed to realize what you were thinking and he cleared his throat. “ My apologies, where are my manners? My name is Willia- I mean, Wilford Warfstache at your service.” He said while taking a deep bow with his hand to his chest. You couldn’t help but to giggle at the name. Warfstache, what an interesting name. You decided that he seemed kind enough and told him he could walk you home.

The two of you talked the entire way there. Wilford was kind, passionate, and funny. He had so many stories to tell and you felt like you could listen to him for hours. He made you smile and you couldn’t help the feelings of butterflies forming in your stomach. Before you parted ways that night you gifted Wilford with your number and a kiss on the check.

The two of you began to see each other regularly and talked almost nonstop. Being with Wilford felt like a dream. He was a gentleman in all things, but he helped push you out of your comfort zone. The two of you had gone on skating dates, picnic dates, and you even went to a dance club at some point. Wilford had kept you close to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

You were so happy and naive that you had ignored the problems and red flags. Wilford rarely talked about his past, with the only people he ever brought up being his childhood friends Mark and Damien. Sometimes he would mention a past love, but he didn’t seem to remember her name. Which brought up another concern; his memory. He struggled with simple things like the date, or even where he was. Which explained why he didn’t talk about his past. You suggested he go see a doctor multiple times, but he would refuse with a kind smile every time.

Other issues were harder to ignore, like when he started to just appear in places. In the apartment he could be in the bedroom one minute, and then in the kitchen the next. You explained it away with you just not paying attention, but that excuse didn’t work when he did it outside the house. Walking away to go to the bathroom only to appear in front of you when you turn back around. You should have started asking questions then. You should have payed attention as the light slowly left his eyes, when his face began to have random twitches, or when his mustache started to turn fucking pink. You ignored it all, explaining it all away in your head like a naive fool. Maybe you could have saved him. It’s too late to know now.

Eventually his descent went from a trickle of odd occurrence to a waterfall of concerns. You would come home to him sitting at the table with a drink in hand staring at the wall muttering to himself. You could only catch the words “I did” from him. He would snap out of it when you would call him, and go back to being regular old Wilford, but over time even that stopped working. He would avoid the topic every time you brought it up, saying, “I’m fine love, I promise.” As this went on you could no longer ignore the fact that he started to randomly appear in your house when you knew he wasn’t there. You had screamed at him the first time he walked into the kitchen from your room. The two of you started to argue. He refused to talk to you about anything, and you were begging him to get help. You could see him slipping further and further from you, but he was just being so stubborn.

Everything came to a head when you had been watching the news one night. There had been a massacre, two men and three women had been shot and killed. “The killer is still at large.” The news reporter stated, “ It is suggested that everyone stay in their homes until further notice. Talks of city wide curfew are currently in the works”

Your front door suddenly slammed open! You turned to see Wilford staggering inside before slamming the door closed behind him.“Darling are you home?” He called, “You would not believe the night I’ve had!” You felt relief wash over you seeing your love, but that feeling stopped when something shun in his hand. A gun. Your blood froze for a second as you stared at the weapon. You were no longer listening to Wilford as questions flooded your head. Did he kill those people? Wilford would never hurt anyone!! He’s been so kind!! But why is he holding it right now? Why is it not holstered? Is that smoke?

“Darling?” Wilford had noticed you staring at his gun. He looked behind you to see the news broadcast. “Oh that? That was just a little accident, my love, no need to worry! It’ll work itself out!” An accident? It had been an accident? So why did he run? You looked into his eyes and your body couldn’t help but stiffen. There was no regret or sadness for the lives he had taken. The madness that you had been ignoring had taken over his eyes. Even the love he had for you was hard to find. You couldn’t help but be afraid for a moment.

His smile began to falter as he stared at you. “My love? What’s wrong? You know I would never hurt you right? It was just an accident I swear.” He slowly began to approach you with his hands up, but the gun was still in hand. You scrambled off the couch to get away from him. His face fell at that moment. He backed towards the kitchen before slumping onto the table, “I’ve lost it haven’t I,” He whispered almost to himself, “ I thought I had more time, but it’s really slipped away, hasn’t it.” He finally looked back up at you, and for a moment you saw the Wilford you had met that night.

You begged him to let you help him. The two of you could fix this! You can’t lose him! You were sobbing now. You began to slowly make your way around the couch towards him.

“STAY”

You froze as he snapped at you. He looked back down at the floor. “I’m too far gone love. I’m gonna forget everything eventually. Even you…” He began to grip the edge of the table, “ You don’t deserve this. You are so sweet, and caring. I wish I could give you the world,” the table began to crack under his grip, “ I don’t deserve you. I can’t keep you safe. Not when I’m the thing putting you in danger.”

Wilford rose up from the table and looked at you with a sad smile. “ I can’t be with you love. It was selfish of me to think otherwise. I can’t destroy your life like I destroyed theirs. I have to go, but if you ever need me just call for me, and I’ll come. Even if I don’t remember you, I promise I’ll protect you.” You didn’t understand, you begged him to explain. He only shook his head. “Goodbye my love,” With that he disappeared in front of your eyes.

You haven’t seen Wilford since, and you’ve been a wreck. You loved that man. You shouldn’t but you did anyway. You just couldn’t understand any of this. What was he? Why did he kill those people? You’ve been crying yourself to sleep trying to think of the answers, but none ever came.

One night things took another turn.

You were crying in your room as you had done for many nights when suddenly, “Poor, sweet thing. All teary eyed over a lost love. Confused with no answers,” A voice called out to you from the darkness of your room. You reached to turn on the lamp on your night stand, but the light barely even reached the edge of your bed. What’s happening? “ Relax little one, I am here to help you. I have some information that could be of use to you. I don’t ask for much in return. Just a simple favor,” From the shadows stepped a man in a suit. He stood tall and proud, with gray skin like a thunder cloud. His form seemed to break and strain, with the man appearing to scream in pain for one second then be back to his standing posture the next. “Why don’t we talk about this over ice cream?”

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vixen525noms · 7 months ago

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Defying Certain Death Part 20

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fighting; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part has no fatalities, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Since what happened with the thieves, Barrett did not like being away from camp for long. He didn’t like the idea of Hope being vulnerable or at risk, but taking care of her during her illness hadn’t let him hunt as frequently as usual. He didn’t want to leave her alone, but she also clearly didn’t like seeing when he ate humans, and he suspected she would react similarly to seeing him eat any other sort of small folk. But he needed food, and going hungry longer than usual meant he couldn’t afford to be picky. Which unfortunately meant leaving Hope at camp and hoping the smell of a syor living there would scare off most things. At least today had been a good hunt. A nice moose was caught, not a common find, and large enough to be rather filling. He paused on his walk back and his ears flicked as he heard an unfamiliar male voice. And he dropped his catch and charged forward. He flicked up the tertiary eyelid organ to see past the trees…something larger than Hope was at their camp. His feet moved with instinct before thoughts even formed.

Another predator was in camp. Another predator was with his Hope.

“MINE!”

-----Earlier....-----

Hope was rather startled when a large naga, standing probably about 25 ft tall or a tad shorter, came through the trees. He had long curly hair that was so intensely black it was as if dipped in ink, but there were streaks of gray despite no other outward signs of great age.. From his vibrant blue coloration, and his thick build, he wasn't one of the native varieties. She wondered if his kind, like native nagas, had the potential to be dangerous predators. He very well could be, but if he was, he wasn't hunting her, instead he smiled warmly, “Hello there! I think I got a bit lost. Can you tell me where I am?”

Still, she was a bit wary. This could be a trick. And yet… How long had it been since she’d talked to someone? “I haven’t seen nagas your size in this area before. Too close to a syor settlement for them to thrive.”

The naga paused, considering, “Then I must be very far off track... May I sit here?” he asked as he gestured near where she sat on the shore of the lake.

Hope nodded, “I don’t mind... but you may not want to stay long. There’s a syor in the area, and I doubt he would react well to you.”

The naga nodded in return, then curled up in a seated position near her before reassuring her and introducing himself, “That’s alright. I’m quite confident I can handle myself. I’ve studied quite a bit of magic. I’m Taevis by the way.”

The potential overconfidence didn't do much to assuage Hope’s concerns. But they had just started talking and it was going so well, and Barrett was probably still hunting decently far away. “I’m Hope. You say you studied magic but didn’t mention the college... Did you study somewhere else? Like I heard there’s places of study on the far continent... I hope you are right about being able to defend yourself from a syor. He will come back for me... so far doesn’t seem to intend to eat me, but that could probably change at any time... but he definitely isn’t going to let me run off. He left me here while he went to hunt, you can see the tent he uses right over there. If you want, I have a pretty good idea of the direction of the nearest syorian town. They can help you get your bearings there.”

Taevis listened attentively to her, frowning a bit at her ramblings. “If you want me to leave that badly, I can head off... but I was enjoying your company. I’ve been wandering lost for a while now.”

Hope’s eyes widened as she realized her rudeness and she shook her head vigorously, “Oh I definitely love the company. Since that syor has decided to... I don’t know... keep me? I haven’t had much chance to speak to people. Mostly just him, and that’s mostly me hoping every day that he doesn’t change his mind about keeping me alive. I just worry about your safety is all. If you are that confident you can defend yourself, I really do love having someone to talk to. I’ve missed it.”

Taevis’ face flushed slightly, “I don’t intend to scare, but I’m pretty confident I’m one of the most dangerous things around! I’d be far more worried about being lost than about the syor. But even if I’m dangerous, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m really glad to have run into someone so helpful to a stranger!”

“I like to help people... but my desire to help others has gotten me in trouble a few times,” Hope chuckled nervously, “Like the fact these days I rarely get to see or talk to anyone. Last time he found a traveler, he just ate them. Can’t exactly have a conversation if the person immediately becomes food... And it’s not like I can have much conversation with the syor... I’m still not sure how long he’s going to keep me around before I end up like that traveler.” Hope shrugged and took a deep breath , “But nothing I can do about it, so at the very least I can be kind to the first person I’ve had a proper conversation with in... I’m not even sure how long anymore. Two months? Three?”

Taevis considered her words then smiled down at Hope, “You could always come with me. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t go around eating travelers, at least. I have no real idea where I’m going at the moment, but it sounds better than staying here!”

Hope sighed even deeper and tried to laugh but it came out wrong, “That’s very kind of you, but I guarantee the syor won’t let me go. But until he comes back, if you want, I have plenty of food. He’s been taking everything the travelers carry, and the amount of food... it’ll go bad before I could ever eat it all. It’s in that cart over there. As for directions... following the lake shore that way will lead to a river. There’s a town just upstream,” she pointed in the direction of the town.

This new revelation surprised Taevis, “He eats travelers and makes you use their stuff? That’s kind of fucked up! And it seems a proper comb hasn’t been in those supplies. How about I help you with your hair a bit, since you’ve helped me with my problem of being lost?”and he pulled a human sized comb from one of the pouches at his waist.

Now it was Hope’s turn to be surprised, and she nodded hesitantly. She tensed up when he put his hands around her to pick her up and set her on his coils, if he was hunting her she was now in his clutches. At least she knew Barrett would avenge her. Then her fear melted away as the comb went through her hair. The strong but delicate hands held her secure and though the comb pulled a bit, it felt nice rather than painful. She didn't even flinch when he took out a knife to cut the dead ends. How long had it been since someone had been gentle with her?

Hope was so relaxed she didn't hear Taevis ask her about her life before ending up in her current situation. He had to repeat the question. Now she genuinely smiled, not a shred of discomfort left, “I had a beautiful farm... I actually came out this way to get some new...”

“MINE!”

The roar came as Barrett charged out of the trees.

The naga hissed and slithered back rapidly and held himself tall, knife in one hand, and with the other… Well he tried to put Hope behind him, to protect the vulnerable human. But she ran out and stood between the two monsters.

Hope was determined to defuse the situation without bloodshed, and she knew Barrett’s first instinct would be to grab her, though she was worried that Taevis would attack as she was lifted up by the syor. Thankfully he didn’t. And more thankfully, Barrett, who was running on pure possessive instinct, didn't crack any ribs snatching her up.

With Hope in hand Barrett’s eyes looked down upon the naga, taking its smaller size and making quick judgments as to how dangerous it may be. His predator calculations worked quickly to give him an answer. “Looks like I don’t need to hunt anymore…”

A deeper hiss, almost a growl, came from the naga, “Listen, syor. I did not come seeking a fight, but it will not go well if you press the issue.”

Barrett growled lower, “You were messing with something that belongs to me. I know you could smell I have been here a while and she is mine. Besides, I still need a meal.”

“I recommend hunting elsewhere,” Taevis warned, eyes flashing.

Barrett smirked, confident as he extended his claws, “But I just found something large enough I won’t have to hunt for a few days… Why would I walk away from such a substantial meal?”

The naga exhaled a cloud of frosty mist, intending the elemental magic to be sufficient warning and make it clear to this syor that physical size won’t win this fight. A miscalculation on his part, the syor charged forward and slashed with his claws. The unexpected stupidity caught Taevis off guard and he felt pain as the claws made contact. Then the lightning Taevis had been preparing struck Barrett’s arm, making the syor jerk back as his skin burned and muscles seized with electricity and pain.

Barrett hesitated to charge again, his predator brain re-calculating. While a large meal was good, getting Hope away from this other predator was top priority. It was time to leave, or convince the naga to leave. Cursing from the pain of the attack he spat at the naga, “What the fuck… nagas don’t do that… Just… get out of here. I’ll just eat the human.”

Taevis let out a very un-naga-like growl, “I was afraid you’d say that,” and lunged forward with another bolt of electricity. At the same time Barrett pulled a dagger from his waist, snarling.

Barrett charged again, slashing the dagger at the naga’s face and cutting him across the cheek. This time he knew he lacked the element of surprise, and making contact with the knife wasn't his true goal. As Taevis moved away Barrett anticipated the direction and kicked at the naga’s serpent body, punting it into the lake. It landed with a satisfying splash and Barrett allowed himself a self congratulatory purr. Until the surface of the lake bulged, a hill as large as himself made of water rose up, and broke.

Instead of a naga emerging from the water, a horned humanoid that was, to Barrett's acute dismay, well over a head taller than he was. Horns curved back on the head, bluish silver scales visible on the cheeks under the gash from the dagger. Decorative metal decorated the horns as well as earrings and even gold cuffs on the draconic wings spreading behind him. A long reptilian tail, adorned with those silver scales and fins on the end lashed back and forth creating waves taller than Hope in the water. True vicious talons on the hands made Barrett suddenly aware of his own less substantial retractable claws. A demidragon. Offspring or descended from true dragons, and no less dangerous than the full blooded sort.

The demidragon stepped out of the lake, clawed feet furrowing the damp ground, and Barrett struggled to not show apprehension as Taevis spread his wings to further emphasize his superior size. Barrett was determined to deny Taevis the satisfaction and showing any fear. And Barrett was afraid… but Hope was his and only his, so he tightened his grip on his blade, and held Hope to his chest. “Just leave! I won’t let you take her!” Focusing on his own abilities, Barrett decided to demonstrate the magic syor did have. He flung the dagger, using his natural magic to shoot it towards Taevis’ wing joint. But the demidragon, with an agonizingly casual motion, blocked it with an arm.

With his focus split between his dagger and his Hope, even his quick reflexes failed as Taevis quickly turned his thick tail, sweeping Barrett’s feet out from under him, followed by a horrible loud THUMP and CRACK as Barrett landed on his back. “Don’t you fucking touch Hope! I’ll cut your throat!” His voice broke with fear instead of aggression as he tried the knife again, flinging it wildly at Taevis.

Having announced the second attack, Taevis was easily able to grab the dagger from mid-air. He ignored the blood dripping from his palm and electricity crackled through his hand, heating the knife white hot and deforming it in the shape of his grip.

Taevis let it drop as he stepped forward, placed a heavy clawed foot on Barrett's chest, knelt down, and got his talons around the wrist which held Hope. Barrett’s eyes narrowed and he growled, “I’ll bite your throat out! I won’t let you take her!”

Taevis ignored him and spoke words that Barrett did not recognize, summoning gleaming magic that wrapped rapidly around the syor. Once the syor was thoroughly immobilized, Taevis growled, “You want to eat her. I’m not going to let that happen.” He pressed his talons into the soft underflesh of Barrett's wrist and with his other hand pried open Barretts fist. It wasn't that hard, the syor was not crushing the human; not that surprising since they like them alive and squirming after all.

Barrett snarled at the demidragon, “Like I would actually eat the woman who saved my life!”

That piqued Taevis’ interest and against his better judgment he let the syor continue to breathe and speak.

“But saying that makes other syor back off so I thought it would work with other predators!”

Taevis studied the syor’s expression, thinking. He wasn’t from this region, but had heard from travelers that syor were unusually honest, unless deceit was needed for extreme situations. Keeping a human was not an extreme situation.. Protecting kin, mates, and other giants that were close might qualify and thus force abnormally honest creature to lie… But he did not have enough experience with the species to be sure.

“Hmm… Do not try to get loose from your bindings.” He moved to open his own hand that had taken Hope from the syor, holding her on upturned palm to try to make her feel less restrained, “Hope, is what he saying true? He threatened to rip my throat out… which was… unexpected.” He could see Hope was nervous with his larger size, so he further adjusted his hold and she relaxed a bit more.

It still took a moment for her to find her voice, “I… did save his life. That’s what I meant by helping others ending badly… I was about to tell you before he showed up… and… he has said he’ll eat me to another syor who tried to grab me once… but I’ve never been sure if saving his life was enough that he wouldn’t change his mind about keeping me alive…”

Barrett was surprised by the last part of what Hope said, “I was half starved after you spent weeks freeing me from that rockslide and I didn’t kill you then! Why would I kill you now when I’m not half starved to death?”

In an attempt to reassure Hope, Taevis cupped his hand slightly to provide a cage of talons between her and the syor. His eyes flashed as he glared at Barrett, “I was speaking to the young woman. I am not going to trust you until she corroborates your claims… Besides, can‘t hardly blame her with your kind’s reputation.”

To Taevis’ surprise, Hope peeked over his hand to look at Barrett, “Your kind is notorious for having no regard for human life, and the way you have been hunting travelers makes it clear that hasn’t changed!” her harsh expression turned to surprise as she heard her own torrent of words. She sighed, sitting down on Taevis’s palm as she considered what else her new… friend? captor? wanted to know, “I… I don’t know. I’ve been stuck with him this long and… I just don’t know. He acts sorta nice, for a syor I guess… but also won’t let me leave… It didn't exactly help matters when he tortured and ate my father right in front of me…”

Barrett’s ears twitched at the mention of her father, “I do not regret eating your father. When I brought him back because he smelled like you, the look of pure fear on your face at the sight of him made it clear what I had to do.”

“Should I give you two some privacy?” Taevis narrowed his eyes, “Or perhaps it is my having her safe from you that allows such a discussion…” His tone softened a bit, “If so can at least get more comfortable…?”

Barrett let out a deep hissing sigh, “Hope barely says a word to me these days. The last time she has said this much was when I was trapped under those rocks. I do not like these restraints and I do not like you touching what’s mine… But Hope is actually talking to me for once.”

Hope looked down briefly as she thought about the situation, then at the hand around her, then up at Taevis before looking back down, “Well… a demidragon is strong enough that if you did lose your temper, you couldn’t hurt me…” She turned her eyes to meet Taevis’s, “Please don’t leave me alone with him…”

Taevis nodded, “Well then, Hope… if you are confident enough in my protection, would you mind if I released his restraints before I lose feeling in my knees? I won’t leave, and I won’t set you down until you are ready.” Hope took some time to consider and nodded. Taevis gestured and released the magic restraining Barrett however hee tensed in preparation as Barrett sat up.“I recommend sitting near the lake, the cool water will ease the electrical burns.”

Barrett hesitated, his instincts to care for his wounds at war with his aversion to moving even a few steps further away from Hope. Finally the pain won and he knelt by the water to soak his wrist.

Hope expressed a bit of surprise, “You burned Barrett?”she glanced back at his tail again.

Taevis only glanced briefly at hope, keeping focused on Barrett, “So that’s his name? And yes. While my tail may have the fins of the oceanic dragons, I’m a mix of silver and oceanic..” -

Hope nodded as she thought over that explanation, “That explains the lightning. I’ve met silver dragons and demidragons before. Even had some visit my farm on occasion.”

Taevis smiled slightly, “I heard some of my kind live around this continent, but I actually traveled here from quite far away, This is my first encounter with one of his kind” meaning syor, “I’d heard stories of these ‘evil giants that treat smaller races as food’. I thought it might be an exaggeration, but he has proven me wrong.” He turned to look at Barrett with a slight glare, “I now suspect you could tell I wasn’t threatening her and you were using ‘protection’ as an excuse to make a meal of me before you knew what I am. With that kind of behavior, I don’t blame her for fearing a change of heart!”

Barrett gave a snort, “You aren’t her. She’s special. She spent weeks saving my life, so I intend to protect her. You were a potential meal. Good meat ain’t always easy to find.”

Taevis thought for a moment as he calmed, “While I understand protecting those you care about, and getting a nice treat as a bonus… that doesn’t seem to be what you were actually doing. It is curious that you would act as if it was…I heard syor aren’t big on deception, and the only one you would be deceiving is Hope… meaning.”

Taevis waited to see if Barrett would continue and when he didn’t, “Meaning… you do care about not upsetting her enough to go against your normal straightforward nature.”

Barrett grumbled under his breath a bit. Clearly unhappy with the implication he was being dishonest in some way, but also not outright denying it. It was true that syor tended to be true to their word and not all that inclined to lie. Occasionally lying to give false hope to humans they caught, that he had done. But that’s not what Taevis was talking about. Protecting a human’s feelings was simply not done. “Still not happy about you touching Hope…”

Hope frowned, “I don’t see what the big deal is, he’s been very kind and friendly.”

Taevis rolled his eyes, “and Yet at you do seem happy that she is more open to talking. But perhaps you will be in a more amicable mood after having some food.”

Barrett gave a slight snort, “Well the bull moose I killed before I saw you is enough for me and Hope.”

This, for reasons Barrett couldn’t understand but Taevis could, angered Hope, “Wait, you were successful at hunting, but you still tried to eat a naga?”

Barrett shrugged, “Bull moose is a meal for one day, naga is a meal for several.”

Taevis glanced around the campsite, “I don’t see anything for you to prepare the moose… Where is your cooking fire?”

Barrett rolled his eyes, “Why would I waste time cooking it? The only reason I didn’t eat it immediately was to see if Hope wanted some.”

Taevis pinched his nose, “You are saying that all these piles of supplies and you don’t even prepare proper meals for yourself? No wonder you are so scrawny and hungry.” He surveyed the piles, “Hope will never use the supplies before they go bad, so why not combine the moose with some veggies that are about to go bad and make something that will last both of us a couple days?”

Barrett was rather confused at the suggestion, “Mix the meat… with something else? You mean like the syorian do? I’m not a wimpy syorian. I don’t do that. I hunt like any proper syor.”

The look of astonishment on Taevis’ face made Barrett uncomfortable, and Taevis’ response didn’t help “You.. aren’t familiar with cooking…” he said with concern before grinning with all his teeth. A mouth full of vicious fangs. “Well I happen to be a very good cook. It will keep it from going bad and be much more filling.”

Hope piped up, “There’s a ton of metal cookware in the carts! If we combine all the metal we have we can make a great pan to cook with! Oh I would love to share some recipes! I wonder if they would turn out as good when done at such a large size…”

Barrett was taken aback by Hope’s boldness and excitement about the prospect of cooking yet he was still hesitant. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not, “You want me to do what syorians do with food…”

Taevis arched a brow as he looked at Barrett again, “Like demidragons do. Like many scaly dragons do. You aren’t saying your kind are better than dragons, are you?” he flashed his teeth again.

Barrett frowned and looked away, not sure how to respond. Taevis stood. “I’m going to go find that dead moose. You keep soaking that hand. Hope seems to want to stay by me at the moment, but we will remain close, I can smell it is just beyond those trees.”

Barrett gave a slight snarl, “I don’t like you having my Hope… But she…” his words faltered so instead he growled, “Try to steal her and demidragon or not I will hunt you down.”

With a shrug of his wings Taevis turned to walk back into the woods, and hoped to have a private conversation with Hope before their return to the clearing, assuming the syor stayed by the lake to soak the burn.

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smilesrobotlover · 1 year ago

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Whumptober day 8- outnumbered

There’s not a lotta emphasis on being outnumbered but it’s there I promise 😭😭 anyways strangers across eras this time around!! Teehee I was sooo excited for this one.

Warning for a bite and a bloody injury

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It was an eventful morning for the men searching for the heroes of Hyrule. They were just about to eat breakfast when enemies ambushed them, leaving them unprepared and hungry. The enemies didn’t seem to be difficult, they were bokoblins from Rusl’s time, and he said how easy they are to fight, so the fighters didn’t struggle. There were just so many of them.

Talon ducked to cover behind a fallen log when the monsters attacked. He wasn’t a fighter by any means, so instead of making the others worried for him, he always decided to hide away with his pitchfork. He raised his head above the log and watched the fighting, noticing Kass and Linebeck nonchalantly sitting at the log he was using as cover.

“What are y’all doin’?” He asked.

“Watching the show,” Linebeck answered, not looking away.

“Well, they might come over here…” Talon stared at the monsters who all seemed to be distracted by the fighters.

“Don’t you worry Talon,” Kass reassured, “those men won’t let the monsters go anywhere near us. Just look at them!”

Talon sighed and watched them all fight. Leon was easily the strongest fighter here, so Talon had no doubt that an army of bokoblins was nothing to him, and even though Ammon didn’t have his prosthetic on (which Talon still didn’t understand), he was holding his own just fine. Benji surprised Talon the most, he was new to the group so his prowess was unknown, but he seemed to be swinging his unbreakable guitar violently back and forth which was effective against the bokoblins. Rusl was close to Benji, keeping his distance from the dangerous swinging of course, but close enough that any straggling bokoblins wouldn’t hurt him.

Talon watched while they fought, and it was a long while until a markless bokoblin was killed and the rest fell. Ammon let out a sigh and stabbed his sword in the ground, shaking his one good arm with a pained expression on his face.

“Goddesses, we need to look for the markless monster faster,” he said, mostly to himself. Leon shrugged.

“You did good with just one arm.”

“Well I’m not going to let myself be helpless with just one arm,” Ammon said with a smile. He began walking towards his tent. “It’s a bit early but I’m going to put my other arm on, fighting with one isn’t very comfortable.”

“I can imagine,” Leon muttered, following him. Rusl watched them for a moment then turned to the huddled group, who were beginning to wander around.

“Are y’all alright?” He asked.

Linebeck gave a thumbs up. “You guys are great.”

Rusl rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit. “Well I’m glad we can give y’all a show.”

“It’s truly remarkable watching you folks fight,” Kass gushed, “to have such discipline is incredible.”

“Well the offer to teach you three combat is still open.”

“Oh no, I usually just fly away. Besides, I’m a musician, not a fighter.”

Rusl gestured to Benji, who was cleaning his bloodied guitar.

“Well, uh, he has an indestructible guitar, I do not.”

Rusl chuckled and the men chatted for a bit while cleaning up the dead bodies of bokoblins. With them all being hungry and the fighters being tired, they were ready to make some food to make up for the fighting. Talon stayed behind the log though, staring at the dead bokoblins, until he heard a distant howl. He spun around and saw nothing, but heard the howls getting louder. The others didn’t seem to notice however, and Talon climbed over the log to get closer to them.

“Uh, boys, I don’t think this is over yet,” He said, interrupting the conversations the others were having.

“What do you mean?” Ammon asked.

“I heard somethin’.”

“What did you hear?” Leon stepped forward.

The men all jumped at a loud howl, and a large group of wolfos popped out of the bushes. Talon quickly ducked behind another log and watched as the others split up. Kass grabbed Linebeck with his talons and flew up into the trees. Talon would’ve been upset that he was left behind, but he honestly would rather risk getting mauled by a wolfos than falling out of a tree. He watched as the fighters went back into their fighting patterns, killing the wolfos left and right. Benji’s guitar wasn’t doing enough to kill the wolfos, but it stunned them enough for Ammon or Leon to finish it off. Talon’s eyes wandered over to Rusl who was… doing nothing… wait.

Talon watched in horror as Rusl, pale to the face, stared as the others killed the wolfos. He looked like he was paralyzed, too scared to move. But that didn’t make sense for Rusl, he was never scared of anything. Talon looked at the others, then back at Rusl. They needed his help. There were too many wolfos for all of them to fight against safely, but Talon couldn’t find the voice or the courage to move towards him. He just watched, helplessly. A wolfos noticed the frozen man and got closer to him, and Talon wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. He wanted to scream for Rusl to do something, but he just watched as Rusl stared at the large, gray wolfos. It growled and got low, looking like it was about to pounce, and Talon figured that Rusl would at least move to protect himself. But he didn’t.

Talon couldn’t hold back the gasp when the wolf jumped at Rusl and bit down on his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Rusl yelled out in pain as the wolfos let go and tried to aim for his neck, but he fought back this time to stop it, and Talon couldn’t sit around anymore. He let out a battle cry and charged the wolfos with his flimsy little pitchfork. He stabbed its side and the feeling of the pitchfork sinking into the soft flesh nearly made Talon’s stomach lurch, but he pushed on, tearing the monster off of Rusl. The wolfos howled in pain as the pitchfork was pulled out and Talon froze as he realized that it wasn’t dead, and was instead angry. Several other wolfos came by and growled at Talon, protecting the injured wolfos. They were surrounded, and Talon froze up from fear. He felt completely exposed and helpless, left to defend his injured friend when he didn’t even know how to defend. But before the wolfos could attack him, Leon came to the rescue, and killed all the wolfos surrounding him.

There was silence, and Talon realized that all the wolfos were dead, and he gave a sigh of relief. He barely fought any of them, yet he felt like he fought an entire army. Boy, he sure was pathetic. Leon stuck his sword in the ground and glared at Rusl, who was clutching his bloody shoulder.

“Rusl, what was that?” He yelled, surprising Talon.

“S-sorry, I just–”

“Why did you let that thing attack you! I saw you, you did nothing!”

“I just… I just froze up,” Rusl said quietly, so quietly that Talon almost didn’t hear him. Leon took in a deep breath, then let it out, calming himself down. He gave Talon a look and gestured to the injured man and Talon nodded.

“I’ll take care of him,” he said, stooping down to help Rusl up. Talon began walking him to a tent when Kass and Linebeck got back on the ground.

“Kass… don’t you… ever do that again!” Linebeck wheezed, his face a shade lighter than his usual tan complexion. Kass rolled his eyes.

“Well I’m sorry for saving your life. I thought that you’d be grateful that you wouldn’t be anywhere near the wolves.”

“I could’ve died!”

“Oh hush up, I wouldn’t have let you fall– oh!” Kass noticed the bloodied Rusl, and so did Linebeck. The sailor turned around and gagged as Kass covered his beak. “My, what happened here?”

“I-I’m fine,” Rusl stammered.

“Oh, I hope so,” Kass muttered, and watched the two farmers enter the largest tent, leaving Talon alone to do his work.

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Rusl was quiet as Talon cleaned and wrapped up the wound, which was unusual for him. He was usually a chatterbox, especially if he was nervous. Talon figured he would break the silence, just to ease the tension in the room– or tent.

“So… how do ya feel?”

Rusl sighed heavily, seeming to be very annoyed at the question. “I’ve been better,” he put simply. Talon frowned, something eating him up on the inside.

“Look, Rusl, I don’t mean to rub salt in the wound or whatever but… you usually fight back whenever a monster attacks you. Why didn’t you fight the wolfos?”

Rusl’s frown melted into a guilty look, and he turned his head away. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh, ok,” Talon should’ve stopped talking there, but he wanted to know more. “Afraid of wolves or somethin’?”

“Don’t like fighting them.”

“Oh, ok.” The awkwardness felt like a heavy weight pressing down on his head, but for some reason, Talon pressed on. “Why?”

“... It’s complicated.”

Talon nodded and finally decided to stop pressing. He gave Rusl’s shoulder a small pat and got up. “Get some rest a’right? Don’t want ya hurting yourself anymore.”

“Ok…”

Talon sighed and turned to the tent door, before looking back at Rusl. He was staring blankly above him, barely moving at all.

“Hey, I don’t think that Leon is that mad at you.”

Rusl smiled slightly. “I know.”

“So don’t let his yappin’ get to you. I’m sure he’s just worried ‘bout you is all.”

“Heh, well, it’s fine. That’s not what’s bothering me.”

“Then what is it?”

Rusl lifted his head and gave Talon a look. Talon lifted his hands up defensively.

“No, sorry, lemme guess. It’s complicated?”

Rusl smiled and rested his head back on the pillow, and Talon smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I should go, I’m sure the others will want to know that you’re a’right,” he announced, and he looked behind him one last time before leaving, seeing Rusl’s smile gone again. Whatever was truly bothering Rusl, Talon only hoped that he could get over it. But he didn’t want to talk about it, so for now, he would be left alone on the matter.

#smiles writes #strangers across eras #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 8 #I hope y’all like this one as much as I do 😌😌#I just loved their dynamics #and talon my beloved #also writing Kass is fun #anyways rip Rusl #btw this was taken from a three sentence prompt I wrote a while back #cuz I loved the concept so much

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this-is-all-unreal · 2 years ago

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My Dear Friend

Part 6

Masterlist

Warning: mention of drugging, kidnap, and death.

I had backed myself up against thee Superman. He wasn't looking at me though, he was looking at the two men.

"Why don't you fellas go to a different alley?" Superman said with a friendly smile. The men didn't stick around long enough to say much else they hightailed it out of the alley. I took a step away from him once the men were gone.

"This guy's such a nerd." I didn't say anything as I started to walk off.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked as he walked beside me. I knew he worked closely with Bruce in the justice league. I didn't want this odd encounter to become watercooler talk for them and give Bruce any clue where I was.

"No, I'm okay." I say as I walk quicker. He doesn't seem to change his pace but has somehow got in front of me. I have to stop I don't bump into him again

"Think I could-"

"No." I say softly to my friend.

"I just want to make sure you are alright. You're soaked to the bone."

I took the blanket and wrapped it around me. I don't respond to him and keep my head down.

"What if I can find you some new clothes? Would you change out of those?

"That's a great idea. Bruce will be looking for these burgundy pajamas. Let him take you to some clothes." I keep my head down but nod.

"Great, there is a store just up the street." He said as he held out his hand. I looked at it for a second but took it. It was so warm. We walked out of the alley. If I wasn't getting Strange looks before I definitely was now.

"What kind of clothes do you like?" He asks but I don't say anything back. "Not big on small talk that's okay." He said as he opened the door to some kind of thrift store. "Okay stay right here I'm going to see what I can do." He said as he left me in a corner of the store. He walked up to the counter and pointed back at me as he talked to the lady working. She smiled and nodded as she went to the back. She returned with some clothes. He waved me over and I shuffled my way to them.

"These should fit you. The changing room is right here." The lady said as she walked me to the small stall. She handed over the clothes and shut the door. I changed into the jeans and tee-shirt and stepped out.

"Fit okay?" He asked and I simply nodded. "Are you sure the pajamas will cover the cost of the outfit?" he asks, looking over at the lady.

"Oh definitely. Go find some shoes and maybe a jacket too. She's gonna freeze out there." She says as she goes in the stall to get the wet pajamas.

He asked her if she was sure and the conversation trailed as I walked to the shoes. I was desperate to get something on my feet. I found a pair of sneakers and put them on. Superman brought over a jacket. After signing an autograph for the lady. I walked out of the store once I was sure the jacket fit. He hurried after me.

I got a small coughing fit as we stepped back out into the cold air. I hunched over as I covered my mouth. He patted my back like I was a baby. I pulled away.

"That sounds bad. How long were you outside?" He asked as he took his hand away.

"I'm okay, I just have to get home." I say quickly as I manage to get the coughing to stop.

"You can speak, great. Do you want me to take you home? I'm sure your folks are worried about you." He says as he walks in front of me. I shake my head.

"No, I can walk it, it's not very far at all. Just up the road." I say pointing. He looked in the direction I pointed.

"Odd, that street is all office buildings." He says looking back at me.

"Yeah I mean past the street."

"Past that is the restaurant district." He says as he crooks an eyebrow.

"Hurt his feelings. This boy scout gets off on others loving and needing him. Tell him to go to hell he will leave." I didn't like the idea of telling Superman off. He can crush a bus with one hand. But it did sound like it might work. He is supposed to be the nicest person ever. He will feel bad and leave.

"P-piss off. I want to walk alone and I don't need some ch-chimp in tights to help m-" a cough cut me off. "I don't want or need your help" I say in a horst voice.

"That was pathetic" it really was but his eyebrows turned up and pushed together as he looked at me. It was confusion and hurt maybe.

"Did I do something to offend you?" He asked. I shook my head knowing if I spoke I was sure another cough would come out. He stared at me for a second. "Is someone hurting you? Is that why you are lashing out?" He asked as he tried to take a step closer. He wasn't far off. I wasn't being hurt but there is a reason I was lashing out. I stare at him for a second before walking past him. Maybe he wouldn't follow if I just didn't give him anymore interactions. So I began to walk I wasn't sure if he was behind me.

"Is he still there?"

"Shut up idiot! He has superhuman hearing. Just keep walking." I curled my lips into my mouth forgetting all about his hearing. "Okay he flew off." I took a deep breath and sighed but it was interrupted by another coughing fit. "That's getting worse."

"No it's not." I say as I catch my breath again. I continued walking. I saw a big map of the subways and saw Central City was closest and was west. So I began to walk in that direction.

"I'm going to steal a bus pass."

"No, just wait a bit, we are fine. I don't know why you are always so eager to steal." I take a seat on a bench and rest. A man in a suit sits down next to me. I didn't pay him much mind.

"Margaret don't move. Don't let him know you know but that's Superman. What, he thinks if he puts on some glasses we wouldn't recognize him give me a break." I keep my head still but I slowly look over at him. He did have glasses on but I couldn't see alot of his face. Maybe it was him. The guy was big enough to be. I stood up and walked away. I walked to a random alley and walked into it. I crouched behind a dumpster and waited. Sure enough the man in a suit came into the alley and looked around for a second. He shook his head and started to unbutton his shirt. Underneath was his big S on his chest. It really was him

Without warning a cough came hurtling out of my mouth. In a second the dumpster was lifted in the air. Superman stood above me, dumpster in hand. I was too scared to speak.

"Why are you hiding?" He asked, sounding frustrated.

"Why were you following me?"

"I wasn't, I was just…." He sighed and set the dumpster down. "I was just worried. Look, can I just take you home. I don't feel right leaving a kid alone in the city. And how much did you see before you coughed?"

"Not a thing I had my head down." I didn't know if he believed me.

"Ask him to fly us to Central City. It will be faster than the subway or bus."

"I actually lied, I don't live down the street. I live in Central City. Is that too far to take me?" I ask as I smile up at him. I didn't like how easy lying was becoming. He thought for a second.

"What were you doing in Metropolis? Why were you In pajamas?"

"I was um running away from home. But I changed my mind and want to go home." He looked down at me with a skeptical eye.

"Are you sure you want to go home?" He asked as he leaned down to eye level with me. I nod and smile

"Yes please." He smiles and puts his arms around me as he lifts us into the sky. We got so high the people looked like little dots on the concrete.

"Cover your face." He says as he speeds up. Putting my face in his chest I use my hands to cover my ears. He places a hand on the back of my head. Before I know it I hear muffled whooshing and air brushes against my body.

"Something isn't right. He's hiding something. Why is he heading east?" A few more moments pass with nothing but the sound of rushing air.

"Margaret he's going to Gotham!" As soon as I hear the words I start trying to wiggle free. I feel his hand press slightly harder against my head along with his arm that's around me. It wasn't tight enough to hurt but it was definitely purposeful.

"Let me go!" I scream at him.

"That wouldn't be a good idea." He said with a chuckle. "Just relax, we are almost there." I fight against the wind to open my eyes and turn my head under his hand. I see the pointed tops of dark buildings and knew we were back at Gotham. Felix was tugging on his cape. I could see the grip marks but Superman is too strong. I was completely besides myself. I worked so hard to get away now this "hero" was going to bring me back. I start to pants and cough. I could feel my throat closing as I looked up at his face. I slowly reached my hand up to his cheek. I wasn't sure what was happening but he screamed out of nowhere. Black veins started to grow on his skin where my hand was touching him. His scream became more frantic as he let go of me to grab his head. I started to fall. It all happened so fast. My body turned as I fell through the air. I could see the building tops coming closer and closer until I felt someone grab my jacket.

"Don't ever do that again." Superman said as he rubbed his head with one hand. His other hand gripped the hood of my jacket. His tone was far more serious than it had been. It was almost dark. He let me dangle as he flew us to the back door of the Wayne manor. I kicked and screamed as I saw Bruce looking up from the steps of the patio. He lowered me to him. He grabbed me and held me against him.

"Thank you." He said shortly as he looked up at Superman.

"Can I come in? We need to talk." He says back as he steps down on his feet. I squirmed and kicked in Bruce's hold but I wasn't going anywhere Bruce put this plastic mask over my face again.

"I'll kill him!" A rock was thrown at Bruce but it was caught quickly by superman. My legs and arms felt numb as I was forced to breathe in the familiar smelling gas. I looked up at Bruce to realize he was struggling to breathe as well. He leaned against the wall. Invisible hands were closing around his throat. It was getting red and almost looked pressed on.

"Bruce? Bruce, how do I help! Say something!" Superman was yelling. He sounded so far away all of a sudden. I closed my eyes and passed out shortly after.

— Bruce put Margaret upstairs and came back down to see Superman sitting down in the chair across from his desk. Bruce rubbed his neck and cleared his throat. A bruise was forming around his neck already.

"That kid's got a hell of a chokehold." He says as he sits down in his chair at the desk.

"It's not funny Bruce. I have never seen anything like that? Is she a telepath? What the hell was that?" Superman said as he rubbed his cheek where Margaret touched him.

"Possibly, I think she has some kind of mental illness that's aggravating whatever abilities she has. Thank you for bringing her back." He says as he starts to pour scotch into two glasses.

"When you asked me to keep an eye out for a little girl in pajamas who talked to herself I thought you had finally lost it. He said as he reached for the glass. "How did you know she'd go to Metropolis?"

"I didn't know where she'd go so I contacted all of you. Even Diana." Bruce says as he takes a sip. "We just need to get her on the right meds and therapy lots of therapy."

"What you need to do is be careful. You can't take in every orphan you find Bruce, especially not the enhanced ones. She almost got herself killed on the way here and she… she got into my head or something. I don't know what she did but one second I was flying with her over Gotham and the next I was holding Lois's broken body in my arms surrounded by destroyed buildings and fire. She doesn't know Lois, how the hell did she show me that?" The man of steel looked almost scared as he took a sip of his drink. "That's only the half of it. The pain I felt, it was like her hand was inside my brain. I thought I was going to pass out."

Bruce listened to his concerns and nodded. But deep down he knew Margaret was just as much a victim in this situation. He regretted having to have her brought back like that. He felt guilty that Jason let her out to begin with. All the fear and pain she felt was his fault. He couldn't even blame Jason because him acting out was his fault as well. He did his best to hide his guilt from his friend Clark he knew he would owe him after this.

"You have my word Clark, your pain wasn't for nothing. I'm going to save her. She needs to get a hold of her mental health and abilities. Maybe one day she can help others." He said looking across the desk at his old friend.

"I know you will do everything in your power. Just be careful. I know somehow Diana would blame me if anything happened to you." He said as he leaned forward to pat Bruce's shoulder. The two men chatted for a bit longer before Superman left to return to Metropolis. He felt bad for Margaret and for Bruce but he trusted him and if he said this is the best thing for her it must be.

Bruce talked with Jason who said he didn't think she'd actually run. He explained he was going to let her out so she would see how impossible it would be for her to leave in this weather. That he was just trying a different way to get her to stay for at least a few more days. As punishment Jason had to fix her door he broke down the other night and had to write an apology letter to Superman. He ended up paying Tim to write the apology letter. —

I woke up feeling groggy and out of it again. I could tell I was in the green guest room again. I felt a cool hand on my forehead so I turned to see who it was. Dick was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked worried.

"Sorry I was just seeing if your fever went down any." He said in a whisper.

"I should kill him too"

"No." I mumble as I try to sit up.

"It's okay I'm just getting you a new ice pack. You got yourself pretty sick running around outside like that. He said with a small grin.

"Dick Dick please you have to call the cops or something. I don't want to be here. I want to-"

"Shhh stop it. The fever has you all worked up. Alfred gave you some cough medicine a few hours ago. I don't think I can give you anymore." He said as he looked up at a clock on the wall. I shake my head and push my way to sit up.

"No, I mean it. I don't want to be here. I'm not worked up from the fever. I'm pissed because I have been kidnapped!" He gives me a sympathetic look. As he sighs.

"I'll let you and Bruce talk about that. I know you are scared but trust me if he didn't think this was best for you he wouldn't have adopted you. I won't argue with you that to you it feels like kidnapping but it's not." He says as he gently pulls me back down to lay under the covers. He lays an ice pack on my head and stands up. "I'll tell Bruce you want to talk to him alright? Just stay in bed." He said as he walked out, closing the door behind him. Not long after the door opened and Bruce came in. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, likely wanting to give me my space.

"I want to leave." I say as I turn to look at him.

"I know you do and that's my fault I went about this all the wrong way. I'm sorry Margaret." He looks remorseful.

"You can't keep me here. Felix will kill you. There will come a point where I won't be able to stop him." I warn as I look at him. Why did I feel guilty?

"I appreciate your concern but I hope one day maybe he and I could be friendly. I don't want to do anything other than help. When I was young I lost my parents, maybe that's why I adopted so many kids but when I saw you scared out of your mind in Arkham it was like I was looking at myself as a boy. Scared, angry, and helpless. I want to help you grow up right. I want to give you the life that you deserve. I talked to the Jeffersons. I heard their story but Margaret I don't believe Mrs. Jefferson. I haven't known you for very long but even I know you wouldn't try and hurt that dog. Felix needs help too and I want to help him as well. Just give me a chance to make this all up to you please." I listened to his words. He sounded so sincere. The fact he believed me meant so much to me. I could also tell he didn't seem to know the full truth of the situation though. I nod slightly and look at him. I was too tired to fight anymore. I could hear Felix start to yell in my ear.

"Okay fine but can I ask you something?" He nods with a small smile. "You don't want me to become a Robin right?" It almost sounded like a joke when I said it but I was being dead serious. He looked at me for a second before answering.

"Well I don't want to lie to you. The thought had crossed my mind but that would be years in the future and only if you wanted to." As he finished speaking a lamp was pulled off the bedside table Presumably by Felix. Bruce picked it up and continued. "Like I said. Only if you are comfortable with it. You too Felix I know you two are a packaged deal so I want to make sure you both are comfortable."

"I don't think I want to be a Robin ever but I'm willing to try one day if I feel up to it." I say as I look at him. Maybe Jason was wrong. This Bruce was the one I thought I knew before. Soft, kind and honest.

"And I promise you once you get feeling better I'll take you anywhere you want to go but for now no more running off please. The more I can trust you the more freedom you get but I know trust works both ways so you tell me what I can do to make you feel safe here." He says as he pats my arm. It did kinda sound like a dog on a leash scenario like Jason had warned me about but for now maybe that was okay.

"No more gas. It makes me feel sleepy and sick."

"You got it, no more gas."

"And can you take the TV out and have it smashed?" He gave me a confused look but nodded.

"Consider it done." He says as he holds out his hand for a shake. I take it and we shake on it. I was optimistic about what it might be like to live here. Felix was not. Shortly after Bruce left with the TV Felix would pull on my foot while I tried to sleep. He wouldn't let me rest when he was mad.

"You are just going to lie there? Let him be your daddy or something? You're pathetic! Your real dad is dead and your adopted one hates you. You don't get to have another!" He shouts as he shakes the bed. I ignore him.

"I should slit all their throats. They will betray us Margaret. I'll make sure it doesn't get to that point."

"No! No you will not. You are going to sit in here with me and you will shut up and let me sleep. I love you Felix but I don't like you very much right now just leave me and them alone!" I shout back at him. He doesn't say anything but the chair in the corner gets an indent in it as I assume he sat down. I could believe that actually worked. I lay back down and try to rest. Just as soon as I do, the doorbell rings.

I had a friend tell me the red bothers her eyes does anyone else have this problem? I can always change the color if so.

#dc comics #fanfic #oc stuff #platonic batman #slight yandere #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #superman #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #nightwing

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hyenahunt · 1 year ago

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Saga: Epilogue - 2

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Jun, Jin

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Jun: Now, everything's different. I don’t have to crawl along in the mud anymore — before I knew it, I was standing in a radiant paradise.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Reverse Live Stage

Jun: Y’know… Seeing that video made me realize that the world’s much more peaceful and kind than I thought, shining with more beauty than I’d forced myself to believe…

I was only making a fool of myself by looking so unhappy.

But see, if I didn't resent you, and didn't have all that hatred to drive me forward… I couldn’t move a single step!

My old man only ever lied, my old lady only ever cried — and me? I was a weak snot-nosed brat, without so much power as to even make my own parents smile!

And that hurt so much. Just living on was so exhausting…

But I couldn’t die ‘til I finally got to deck you! If I didn’t keep telling myself that, it felt like I’d choke to death.

Jun: Now, everything's different. I don’t have to crawl along in the mud anymore — before I knew it, I was standing in a radiant paradise.

In a world so kind and warm that it made me feel like a dumbass for so stubbornly clinging onto my hatred of someone else.

Jun: I can't quite kick my old habits just yet, so this scowl's etched into my face… But if here is where I am, then you don't even need to ask me to… because I can smile.

It's not just 'cause of the whole “an idol’s smile is their soul” thing, and that I’ve got no choice in the matter, no. Honestly, what I've been feeling these days is that lately, I just can't help but smile.

And I didn’t feel like I deserved that, but…

Jun: If it feels like I’ve been bestowed with too much, then I should just share it with those less fortunate… That's what Ohii-san taught me.

So that’s just what I’ll do. You don't even need to ask — I’ll become an idol who'll surpass you.

Jin: …So that's how it is, huh? You’re one tough guy, Sacchan. You're probably not gonna wind up like me.

Jun: Haha. Honestly… I’d be lying if I said that I’ve never thought of wanting to become like you.

But like I said, please knock it off with calling me Sacchan already.

And couldja stop talking to me once and for all~? While we’re mumbling like this, the audience’s fond gazes get worse by the minute.

Staring like they’re glad for me… What’s there to even be glad about? I’m 'boutta gag from this geezer’s old people stink~

Jin: Huh, I've got an old people stink!? That's shocking to hear! Or maybe not so much, considering my disastrous lifestyle, huh…?

Jun: Haha, I’m just kidding. Beats me what you’re usually like, but you’ve got the scent of a real idol right now. And y'know, just being able to get a whiff of that… makes nothing else matter, really.

I can’t keep looking back at you old fogeys, so I’m gonna move along with my own future, alright~?

I’ll sing with all my might for the audience, and give ‘em the time of their lives!

And even folks who’ve had awful experiences like me — even those who still live in the shadow of hatred and resentment for somebody else —

They’ll get to forget about all that, even if only for a moment~! …You got a problem with that?

Jin: Not in the slightest. Really, you’re a great idol — one who I'd even tote as an example to my own brats.

Lilith, huh… With how she was banished and tossed into hell, we all kinda assume that she must’ve hated everything in the world, but…

Who knows, she might've actually been having one hell of a fun time.

Considering how she’s got enough guts to oppose God, there's no way she'd lose heart so easily, huh?

Jun: Sorry? Are ya talking 'bout the Bible? If you ask me, I think Lilith’s just a name meant to give hope to those at the bottom of the barrel~

That’s my interpretation, at least, though I dunno whether it's actually right.

Jun: People like that live in constant persecution; screwed over by their lot in life, their pent-up frustrations just ended up pushing 'em to cause unforgivable blunders, like the one in SS —

But as a fellow non-Special Student, I’ll be someone who can show 'em dreams! I’ll tell 'em that good things can happen as long as they live! That even they can achieve success, just like I did!

All they need is to keep believing — then even if they have nothing but mud to eat, they can still continue living on…!

Jun: I am Lilith! Cast your dark looks away and stop cursing under your breath — everyone, just follow me!

When there's a will, there's a way! From here on out, you’ll find what awaits you is the verdant earthly paradise, created by Eve and Adam!

And I’ll be the one to guide you ‘til you reach it~ The name’s Sazanami Jun!

Please, remember me! And don’t go erasing or forgetting me just ‘cause it's a pain to commit me to memory, you got that~!?

Jun: Whether you're as lowly as a worm, or even if you're a monster consumed by their darkest emotions — each and every last one of us deserves to be happy!

I’ll prove it to you! In fact, I'm living proof of that…!

And if anyone's got a problem with that, then no matter who you are, even if you're God Himself — I’ll just kick your damn ass~! GODDAMN!

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msweebyness · 1 year ago

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Mirrorverse Crossover- Mireille

Here it is, folks! It’s the Princess of the Pride Lands and the Goddess of the Dead, and things are gonna get heated. As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Enjoy!

The princess of the Pride Lands wasn’t letting her guard down for a second, that was for damned sure. One of the first things their mother had taught them about being a good queen was to always keep a watchful eye out for danger, both anticipated and spontaneous. She didn’t trust the smirking goddess sitting across from her as far as they could throw them, and she was sure that Mireides could sense that.

Looking across the space at her feline counterpart, the wicked teen deity couldn't help but release a quiet cackle. The hybrid probably thought she looked hella intimidating with that little 'game face' she had on. Glaring eyes, firm frown, that little growl...it was kind of cute, really. With a sigh, the goddess decided it was high time for someone to try and break the ice.

"Would ya ease up a little, Princess? I'm not gonna try and hurt you or anything. We're just here to talk, aren't we?", Mireides said in a nonchalant tone, examining her nails. The hybrid's glare only intensified at the words of her counterpart.

"I don't like you, and I don't trust you. I've heard about what you like to do for fun, and I think you're a psychopath. So, no. I won't 'ease up'.", Miremba said firmly, a growl underlaying their tone as the deity of death and despair rolled their eyes yet again.

"Whatever you say, kitten.", they sighed, the hybrid fuming at their use of Aurore's nickname for her. "Can we at least try to have a civilized conversation? I'll tell you a bit about myself, and you do the same? Deal?", earning a reluctant nod from the hybrid.

"Okay, well, I'm the goddess of death, I rule the Underworld with an iron fist, don't put out my hair if you value your vital organs, and I'm immortal.", the goddess listed off with a bemused expression, "Alright, your turn."

"I'm a lion-hybrid, I don't like hunting, and I'm the princess of the Pride Lands.", Miremba answered, before her face fell, "Technically should be queen, but..."

"Ah, that's right. Dear old mama kicked the bucket, didn't she?", Mireides said in a falsely sympathetic tone, a mocking look of pity on their face, "And because you left, your uncle was left in charge, and the Pride Lands pretty much died. All because you weren't brave enough to stand up for your people until it was almost too late.", the death goddess taunted.

The hybrid princess couldn't even muster a response as tears welled in their feline brown eyes, because deep down...she felt that Mireides was right. The Pride Lands, her people...they had suffered because she ran away like a coward. The tears began to slide down her cheeks as they hung their head in shame, her counterpart bearing a triumphant smirk.

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"What a soft-hearted, pathetic little kitten!", Alix Khan sneered, earning snickers from her fellow villains, "As if someone so weak is fit to rule the Pride Lands! She's not a queen, she's a crybaby!"

"I almost pity the hybrids who will live under the rule of such a spineless excuse for a queen! The entire kingdom will descend into chaos once they take the throne. Unless she somehow manages to grow some backbone, which I sincerely doubt will happen.", IsmaScar added scornfully, neither hybrid noticing the fuming, blue-clad fairy until she spoke in a tense voice.

"If I hear one more insult from either of you, I swear on every star in the night sky, I will curse you into oblivion!", BlueRore hissed, already holding her wand in a ready position.

"Easy, Rorie.", said Sabrinocchio, gently lowering her arm, "They aren't worth getting in trouble and having your magic suspended for!", the puppet girl continued, glaring at the smirking hybrids.

"They're only speaking the truth, my dear. I would think you would find some value in that.", King Marc said condescendingly, "With such fragile emotions, they haven't the slightest chance of competently ruling a kingdom."

"Given that that's coming from someone who 'maintains order' by poisoning people, I doubt she's going to put much stock in your words.", Kagamerida said tersely, earning a fiery glare from both the Poison King and his mad lover.

"And our Mireille possesses far more fire and courage than you villains are giving her credit for. Are you forgetting what happened at dinner last night?", Marilan went on to say, giving a pointed look to the King of the Savannah, who shrunk down in mild embarrassment.

"If you all want to stop yapping for a moment, things are actually starting to happen in there!", Mylensula suddenly piped up from her place seated in her buggyboo's lap, "Your little lion cub is bawling like a baby.", the sea witch jeered as her boyfriend smirked, making the heroes look back to the viewing bubble in concern.

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"I-I...I didn't mean to let everyone down...", Miremba squeaked, wringing her hands, "I was a cub, I was scared. I had just lost my mother and I didn't know what to do!", the lioness defended, barely able to breathe through their heavy tears, which only delighted the goddess.

"Of course you didn't, sweetheart. That's why you ran away. You were to weak and immature to fight for your people. Not that bright either, it seems.", the goddess taunted, earning a glare from their counterpart, "After all, your incompetence and blind faith in your uncle was what set the stage for your mommy to die in the first place!"

That was too far.

"Stop. Talking. Now.", Miremba said, a low snarl rising in their throat as her slitted pupils narrowed even more.

"And then you had to go and dishonor her even in death by running away and leaving her murderous brother in charge of her people. tsk, tsk. I can't imagine how painful it was for her to watch them suffer from the world beyond. Heartbreaking, really.", the goddess continued, relishing in the hybrid's growing fury.

"I am NOT kidding. Shut the fuck up.", Miremba snapped, feeling her instincts begin to take over from rational thought. If this hotheaded, arrogant prick didn't stop running their mouth...

"For a mighty queen, a noble leader, to bear the burden of such a cowardly and unworthy child...what a pity. I can't even imagine the shame she must feel as she watches her daughter crying like a child. You really are a disappointment."

That did it.

"I SAID SHUT UP!", Miremba screamed, before releasing a mighty roar. With a deafening snarl, they dropped to all fours, and fur sprouted from their limbs. Teeth and claws sharpening as their tail lashed back and forth. She had shifted into her lion form, and was out for blood. The goddess of death barely had time to process what was happening before the huge, furious creature tackled her to the ground, growling viciously. Okay, suddenly they weren't feeling quite so smug...

Meanwhile, back with the other teens, the heroes all bore expressions of great concern while the villains could only stare in shock. One second there was a girl, the next a lion!

"Okay, wha' the HELL jus' happened?!", Ivan Oogie cried, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, "How'd she do that?!"

"Do all hybridsss have thisss power?", Jafardrien asked with awe and intrigue, looking at the two villainous felines, who didn't answer. Clearly, they were wondering the same thing.

"Uh, guys?! Mireille, in BIG trouble!", Doctor Cabello pointed out, the other villains all fearing for their friend's safety as they watched.

But before they could say anything else, two identical shouts rang out.

"MIR!", BlueRore and MimRore cried out at the same time, both rushing from the room towards the meeting place.

When the fairy burst through the door, she quickly rushed over to try and soothe her beloved.

"Kitten, no! You have to stop, they're not worth it! It's okay!', BlueRore said softly in the lioness' ear, continuing as her words seemed to resonate and Miremba released the trembling goddess, who was pulled into the arms of her wacky witch, "That's it, it's going to be okay. Your mother loves you, and she's watching you with all the pride in the world! You are a wonderful person, and you will be a great queen."

With those words, Miremba shifted back into her humanoid form, nearly collapsing into BlueRore's embrace, her breaths heavy and hoarse.

"I'm sorry.", they choked out, the fairy only hugging them tighter and running her hand through their hair.

"Grimmy, are you okay?", MimRore asked frantically, checking the goddess over for any injuries, before they grasped her hands.

"I'll be fine, cuckoo bird, don't worry about me!", Mireides answered, before releasing a dry, humorless chuckle, "Guess I crossed a line, huh?"

"Maybe so.", the blonde witch said in an uncharacteristically dark tone, "But that doesn't mean she's getting away with what she did."

And there it was folks! The quiet ones have the mightiest roars! It's FINALLY done! Keep an eye out for Artzy to release Adrien, and leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #class of villainy #disney au #mirrorverse #Simba #hades #the lion king #hercules #mireille caquet

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autobot-ratchet · 6 months ago

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Preface + Death of Optimus Prime

Alright. So it's been a few years since I've looked at transformers comics and I wanna do a re-read. I am a different person than I was when these comics were first being released and I wanna go back and look at them again with all my cool and epic literary analysis skills and newfound confidence in said skills. Truth be told, a lot of this is gonna be shit I already thought even way back in the 2010s but was too nervous to voice it because the fandom was god awful lmAO

I've made posts about it before, but the transformers fandom specifically (and the IDW transformers comic fandom even more specifically) is the one that hurt me the most. I was right at the beginning of my “social justice journey” if you wanna call it that, I had just started to realize that a lot of things I never questioned and thought were normal were, in fact, hurting people, and was highly interested in learning (or in some cases unlearning) as much as I could to stop myself from hurting/alienating the people around me. I cared very much about not being a bigot of any kind, even accidentally.

MTMTE was a comic that was also interested in much the same, depicting all kinds of people (namely gay folks, trans folks, folks with mental illnesses, etc) without being a thoughtless shithead about it. So naturally, this attracted the most obnoxious discourse you can possibly imagine lmAO All these marginalized people saw themselves being treated respectfully in a piece of media they liked and felt the need to either protect that or tear it down for not being good enough in their eyes. And the way they did that was by writing long posts detailing their interpretations of characters/story lines, stating them as the one true interpretation, and declaring that anyone who disagrees is disagreeing out of bigotry against them specifically. IE, “This character is [minority] because I am [same minority] and I see a lot of myself in them so if you don't like this character or don't think I'm right about them that means you don't like me and therefore you are a bigot who hates me for being [minority].”

To give an even more specific example, a take I saw incredibly often was “Starscream is an abuse victim whose bad behavior is the direct result of his abuse at the hands of Megatron because I would also like to betray and/or kill my abuser so if you don't absolve Starscream of everything he's ever done or god forbid you commit the crime of liking Megatron, you are an abuse apologist and you think I deserved it.” Nowadays, I can recognize that take as complete horseshit and the OP wildly projecting onto Starscream, but back in the 2010s, I had no idea how much of what I thought was normal was secretly bigotry that had just been normalized, so I took shit like that seriously. I figured, “Well, they ARE that so if they see that in the character, it must be the truth. How would I know that kind of thing? I'm only just realizing that I don't actually know anything! So I should listen to people when they say things like this.”

And the more posts I found telling me what I'm meant to think about the way the comics were written, the stupider I felt because when I read the same comics, I did not pick up on any of the problematic elements they were talking about. Again, I now know it's because they were projecting hardcore and were making up their own versions of the characters, but back then I truly thought I was the stupidest human being alive because they HAD to be right. They talk about social justice all the time, so they must be way more knowledgeable than me and my inability to pick up on the same things they do is a personal failing on my part. Even when it got to the point where they got so wrapped up in their own delusions that I was like “Hang on now, I don't know about all that,” I was still too scared to even voice my own opinions in my own space because I didn't want to get hit with the “bigot/apologist” label and get dogpiled by a bunch of strangers trying to enact justice upon me. If even one spiteful person looking for easy clout found me, it would've happened. It still COULD happen, shit, it's even worse nowadays.

It genuinely fucked up my self esteem for a long time. When the comic inevitably failed to be pure and good enough to be acceptable to like (read: deviated enough from peoples' headcanons that they felt betrayed that canon was not the same as what they wanted to happen), I felt like an idiot at best for continuing to like it and a horrible person at worst for continuing to support such problematic content. And that sucks! It sucks that my naivety and willingness to listen was taken advantage of for some fucking internet brownie points! And part of me will never forgive the transformers fandom for that!

If we're being honest, all fandoms were starting to go down the discourse shitter so that was gonna happen to me no matter what, but for me, it was transformers comics bullshit that fucked me up so here we are. I am now going to re-read these comics and write down my unfiltered thoughts and feelings and anyone who wants to fuck with me can die.

Death of Optimus Prime

damn we really start this shit with Optimus being like “aw fuck I'm still alive” after having done a heroic sacrifice

Optimus called the Circle of Light a cult, which I guess I could understand what with it being so insular but damn dude, harsh, it ain't quite all that

oh lord the Cybertronian politics is making me have fandom war flashbacks lmfAO and especially now that I'm older and have experienced a lot more political fuck shit, no wonder Certain Parts of this fandom were fucking insufferable, people literally tied their actual personal politics to these fictional characters, I cannot fucking imagine what it would've been like if this came out in today's fandom climate, christ

so from the perspective of everyone else in the series, Drift was one of the most terrible Decepticon warriors to ever live, then he got indoctrinated into (what they believe is) a cult, then he just kind of accidentally became a wrecker and thus an Autobot. Damn, no wonder no one really talks to him lmfAO he is 31 flavors of freak and they don't even know where to start with him even if they can get over the Decepticon thing. Absolutely hysterical that he turns out to be completely correct about the Knights of Cybertron

it is actually so funny how done Optimus is with all this shit he just dumps the matrix halves into Bee and Roddy's hands and fucks right off, no words, good fuckity bye

#mtmte retrospective

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bugbearsims · 2 years ago

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AMALTHEIA WALLACE

Half-human, half-fae, Amaltheia has always felt out of place. Too kind for the fae. Too cold for the mortals. Her sharp tongue is less cutting than it is cunning, a mere product of growing up among those who relish in cruelty, but it’s enough to keep most people on edge, weary—no matter her intention. That is to say: Amaltheia has always been alone. That is to say: nobody has ever been willing to come close enough to change that.

INTERVIEW

Amaltheia, how old are you? 386? No, maybe 387. Oh, this is embarrassing. I don’t know for sure. The fae are more likely to track their age by centuries, if they keep track of it at all and—well. It feels very silly to celebrate your birthday on your own, doesn’t it? Let’s say 387. Seven’s are lucky, aren’t they? How would you describe yourself? These questions are difficult. Do I have to describe myself at all? I think it’s much more interesting to get to know someone on your own. What would you say? Do you think pleasantries and mere words are enough to capture someone in their entirety? AMALTHEIA WAS REPRIMANDED FOR INTENTIONALLY FLUSTERING THE INTERVIEWER AND, WHEN PRESSED, WROTE DOWN HER ANSWER WITH THE EXCUSE “I DON’T AGREE WITH THIS, SO IT COUNTS AS A LIE.”. AMALTHEIA’S TRAITS ARE: LOVES THE OUTDOORS, FAMILY ORIENTED, AND MUSIC LOVER.

Alright, well, what are some things that you like? Oh, this is much more interesting. Singing and dancing, though I doubt you’ll find a fae that doesn’t, so it’s not very unique. But I can play most instruments, actually, and that’s more uncommon among my court. Not that it impresses anyone—the Fair Folk are not meant to demean themselves with something like a cornet, but I find it quite fun. The color brown, the color orange. Green, too. I like plants. My… My father’s estate has a lovely garden. I spent much of my time there, as a child. And I think human food is intriguing. That might be the novelty of it, more than anything else. Anything you dislike? Ugh, wearing only white. How do you keep it clean? And tulle. It scratches. I’m not the biggest fan of sports, either, now that I think about it, and I simply don’t have the attention span for those handcrafts. Knitting? Is that what it’s called? I suppose that. Of course, like any fae, I don’t like ill-mannered people. I’m not going to go pulling anyone under the hill about it, but, well. We’re creatures with long memories and longer grudges. That means something.

HISTORY

The unfortunate truth about the Fair Folk is that, unlike humans, they are not social creatures. Of course, they partake in their parties and their revels, their games of mischief and murder. They interact with each other. But they are violent, cold creatures, and even their socialization is not so much a matter of interaction as it is entertainment. It is fun to hurt one another when you are fae. The unfortunate truth about Amaltheia is that—unlike the fae, and agonizingly like the humans—she is a social creature. She aches for it: to exist around another creature, and to do so kindly. It’s not easy, to be raised by the fae, knowing that mortal blood is worthless and that she had it, filth in her own veins. If it could have been ignored, it would be easier, but it could not be ignored. Amaltheia, young, with cat-eyes glinting—eyes that were a warm, human green instead of the swirling, iridescent shades of her peers—scooping a baby bird to her chest and crying instead of breaking its fragile neck. Amaltheia, maturing faster than her peers, with her heart in her throat, unable to watch the tournaments without being sick in her father’s viewing box. Amaltheia, different. Amaltheia, worse. Amaltheia, so heartbreakingly human. And so heartbreakingly fae. Just enough to make her an outsider when she stepped foot anywhere but the court. Just enough to ensure that everyone held their breath when she was near; just enough to ensure that she could never truly fit, not anywhere. But she is still… kinder, than her peers. And as much as the fae dislike her, revile her, detest her mortal blood and her gentle heart, they dislike the mortal realm more. So when courtesy calls—and it does call, because to fail to invite the fae to a gathering is to instead welcome bloodshed to your door—it calls for Amaltheia. It’s almost a win for everyone. The Fair Folk stay out of the human realm, which they hate so viciously. The other occults get to avoid the fae, except for Amatheia, who is cold instead of cruel. And Amaltheia gets to be around people. She is a social creature, after all. There is something to be said for being the most tolerable, even if you are only tolerated. But often, in the warmth of the Christmas parties at the Goulding hotel, Amaltheia feels... more than tolerated. For that reason, she looks forward to it each year.

ADDITIONAL

Amaltheia has two "looks". Meaning, there is an expectation for how she should look among the fae and as a representative of their court, and then there is how Amaltheia likes to look. There's a clear difference, so I won't over-explain it, but below is Amaltheia's Fair Folk look and some extra outfits.

Also, I did a couple edits of her with her slightly older version—please ignore any discrepancies, but I think they're fun, so I'm throwing them in too! [concept: you've woken up in an unfamiliar forest, subject to an impossible creature's concern]

[concept: an old photo taken by a friend lost long, long ago.]

For @wildmelon

#martina lafb #amaltheia #again im so sorry this is so much info. i have problems

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tobythesudriantram · 2 years ago

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Learning with Mingle and Friends: Bullies

*Mingle is at home alone, sitting near a window, drawing a tree that's outside.*

Mingle: ...Oh, hi! My friends are somewhere outside playing... I would've gone with them, but I slept a little too late and they left without me! I'm waiting for them to come back..."

*Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.*

Mingle: Oh, that must be them! I wasn't expecting them to come back so soon!

*Mingle gets up and skips on over to the door, opening it and seeing Donk, Dingle and Boyfriend... Though they seem to be upset about something.*

Mingle: Oh, good afternoon, guys!

Donk: ...I wish it was good...

Dingle: Yeah...

Boyfriend: beep boo... *The three of them walk in, sitting down in a semi-circle on the rug, looking very sad...*

Mingle: Aww, guys, what's getting you down? You look like something awful happened...

*Donk looks at Dingle. Dingle looks at Boyfriend. Boyfriend looks at Donk. The three of them take a deep breath and sigh deeply...*

Boyfriend, Dingle and Donk: We got bullied...

Mingle: What? Awwww, guys... Come on, tell me about it, i'm sure we can work out a way to deal with it! *She sits down in front of them, completing the circle...*

Dingle: *Sigh* Alright then... So it happened while I was in the park...

*Dingle thinks back to what happened...*

Dingle (Narrating): I was on the swing wanting to see if I can do a full 360 turn around if I swing high enough, but then I fell off... I landed on my bottom and it hurt bad... But then this one boy showed up... And... Well...

Eric: Hah! What kinda freakshow was that?!

Dingle: Hey! I-

Eric: Yeah yeah yeah, I know you're about to say somethin' like "Ohhh but it's the best I can do, I'm sure i'll do it someday!", wah, wah, wah... Look dude, you're NEVER going to be able to do it, clearly! I mean come on, my grandma's GOLDFISH could swing higher than that! And that's saying something, because my grandma doesn't even HAVE a goldfish! Hah!

Dingle: S-Stop it...!

Eric: Alright, fine, fine... You need a hand getting up? *Eric extends his hand out to help Dingle get up.*

Dingle: Oh, thank y-

Eric: Oh right, you don't HAVE HANDS! *Eric shoves Dingle down onto his back, before running away laughing.*

Dingle: Ow! H-Hey! COME BACK! *Dingle waves his legs around trying to get up, to no avail.*

Dingle (Narrating): ...And that's pretty much how it went... I laid there for like half an hour before Boyfriend came to help me up!

*Mingle looks at Dingle with a sad expression on her face.* Mingle: Oh, Dingle... I'm so sorry you had to go through that... *She moves closer to him and lightly pats his head, before turning to Boyfriend.* What about you? What happened with you?

Boyfriend: b-beep... bop boo skdoo ba...

*Boyfriend, like Dingle, thinks back to what happened... He was simply singing along to some music on his radio, when suddenly, that guy showed up...*

Jack: Pshhh... What do you think you're doing, kid?

Boyfriend: b-beep? bop boo sk-

Jack: I don't mean your microphone, you blockhead! I mean those silly little beeps and bops! What do you think you are, a barcode scanner?

Boyfriend: b-beep bo skd-

Jack: Here, lemme show you how to ACTUALLY lay down a beat! Gimmie that! *He forcefully takes Boyfriend's microphone from him, before beginning to lay down his bars...*

🎶Yah! I just got a brand new polo!🎶

🎶Leave me alone, fam, I like to be solo!🎶

🎶I wouldn't normally activate my god mode🎶

🎶But might as well juse it to take you out, bozo!🎶

🎶Got myself a beat from my fam in the Dojo🎶

🎶Beat's so dope folks gotta call the Popo🎶

🎶When i'm done with you, your butt'll let out smoke🎶

🎶Hustle so hard with my dough, 'cuz i'm so woke!🎶

🎶Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Jack just touched down!🎶 *As Jack says 'down', he slaps Boyfriend across the face...*

🎶I'm about to run up in my zone like a touchdown!🎶 *...And he does it again...*

🎶I'm about to hit a whole six like a touchdown!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶Crowd going crazy in the mix when I touchdown!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶Touchdown! Touchdown!🎶 *...And again and again...*

🎶You just got a bust down!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶Imma keep flowing, and I'm going to the sun down!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶When I pull up the whole party gotta shut down!🎶 *...And again.*

🎶Got some air forces from a lady in a Dutch town.🎶

Jack: ...Was that awesome or what?! THAT'S how you lay down a beat! As for you... I think you'd be better off workin' at the till at some supermarket! *He tosses the now badly hurt and crying Boyfriend his mic...*

Mingle: ...Oh Boyfriend, i'm so sorry... *She pulls him closer and lightly hugs him.* Does it still hurt?

Boyfriend: *Sob* B-Bap...

Mingle: Now, now... Calm down... *She looks over at Donk.* And you...? What happened with you?

Donk: Well... *Donk once again reminisces on what happened.*

Donk (Narrating): I was buying myself a candy bar from the vending machine when all of a sudden this big guy came along and took it away!

Donk: H-Hey! That's mine!

Max: Hah! Not anymore! Not like you need it anyway!

Donk: ...YOU DON'T SEEM TO NEED IT EITHER!

Max: ...You know what? Fine, you can have it back... *He moves the chocolate bar up to Donk's hand to let him grab it.* ...SIKE! *He tears it away again and eats it all in one bite.*

Donk: *Sob* I-I want my chocolate back!

Max: Well, too bad! Survival of the fittest, kiddo, get used to it! *He shoves Donk over onto the ground, before walking away laughing, leaving Donk with his tummy empty, head bruised and feelings hurt.*

Mingle: *Still hugging Boyfriend* ...Oh... Don't worry Donk, I'll get you some food in a second...

Donk: ...I-I never got my chocolate back...

Mingle: Hm... All of you seem to have a similar problem... Don't worry, i'm sure we can work this out! All we need to do is show up in that same spot tommorow and then try to work it out with those guys!

Dingle: Y-You want us to get bullied again? Are you crazy?!

Mingle: Oh no no no no, I just want to talk to those guys and make sure they don't bully you again...

Dingle: ...A-Alright...

*The next day...*

*The Friends arrive at the park again, and this time Mingle made sure not to have overslept. Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend go their separate ways to the same spots they were in yesterday, while Mingle sits down on a bench in the general middle.*

Mingle: ...I'm sure this is all just a big misunderstanding and those guys didn't mean to hurt my friends. Why would they?

*Dingle is on the swing again when suddenly Eric walks up.*

Eric: Yo, dude, it's my turn! You've been swinging for ages! GET OFF!

Dingle: I-I've only been on for a minute!

Eric: Shut up, get off! *He's just about to shove Dingle off, when suddenly Mingle walks up.*

Mingle: Hey! What do you think you're doing to my friend?

Eric: ...Urgh... Great... There's two of you.

Mingle: Look, I know you probably just want to have fun, but doing so at the cost of others is really mean!

Eric: Oh no! Where are they? Where could they have gone? *He looks around, seemingly worried.*

Mingle: ...Oh, are you looking for someone? Who?

Eric: The person who asked for your stupid advice! Now go ahead and get outta here! And take your little idiot friend with you! *Eric forcefully pulls Dingle off the swing before setting him down in front of Mingle.*

Mingle: Fine... But just know, we will be back! And you'll regret it!

Eric: Oh, wah, wah, wah... *He gets on the swing as Dingle and Mingle walk away...*

*Mingle and Dingle walk over to where Donk is, as he's once again confronted by Max.*

Max: Hehey, how nice of you! *He once again takes Donk's chocolate bar much to Donk's dismay.*

Mingle: Hey, wait!

*Max looks over at Mingle in frustration.* Max: Gruhhh! What do you want?

Mingle: Give that back to my friend! I've got something else to eat in case you are hungry! Something much healthier! *She takes out her lunchbox and reaches into it, taking out an orange.* See?

Max: Oh! Why, thank you. *He takes the orange from Mingle before eating both it and Donk's chocolate bar.* I love people who bring me free food! *He walks away, laughing loudly.*

Donk ...It's no use... *He places his hand on his growling tummy.*

Mingle: Don't worry... We still have one more chance! Come on, let's go!

*Mingle takes Dingle and Donk over to Boyfriend, who has gotten into a heated argument with Jack over who gets to have Boyfriend's radio.*

Jack: You don't deserve that thang anyway! Pass it down!

Boyfriend: b-bop!

Mingle: Hey! What's going on here?

Jack: Ngahhh...

Mingle: Hey, you can't just take someone else's thing without their consent!

Donk: Yeah!

Jack: Even if someone isn't using that thing? Come on, if anything, i'm salvaging it!

Boyfriend: b-bop bee ba!

Eric: Ay Jack? What's going on?! *He walks over to the group.*

Max: Hmmph? Eric? Jack? *He walks over to his friends, finishing up eating Donk's chocolate bar.*

Mingle: Wait... You guys are friends?

Eric: Obviously! But why do you care?

Mingle: Oh! Well, I know you three have been mean to me and my friends, but i'm sure we can work this out! *She extends her hand out for a handshake.* My name is Mingle!

*Max, taking the sign the wrong way, grabs Mingle's hand and pulls her down onto the ground.*

Max: I WIN, I WIN! *He tries to take Mingle's lunchbox, only for her to get up and stop him.*

Mingle: H-Hey! Why did you do that?

Max: You wanted me to arm wrestle you, clearly! Shouldn't have messed with the champion!

Mingle: No! I just wanted to shake your hand. Like this... *She lightly grips Max's fin and shakes it.* See?

Max: ...Come on, haven't you eaten breakfast? This is some real weak wrestling...

Mingle: Fine! You three want a competition? We'll give you one! If we win, you guys will... Hmm...

Donk: Buy us candy!

Dingle: Let me have the swing!

Boyfriend: skdoo beep! (Clean up our toys!)

Mingle: Hey, yeah... AND, you'll have to wear diapers while doing all that. For a fullllll month~

Eric: ...And if WE WIN, you give us your lil' radio, let US have the swing, and eat a huge bucket of mud pie!

Jack: With worms in it!

Max: Hm? Oh yeah, right! What they said!

Mingle: You know what? *She sticks her hand out.* DEAL. Come to our house tommorow. I'll write you the address in a sec...

*Mingle and her friends walk over to a picnic table far away from the Bullies as Mingle takes out her crayon and paper.*

Dingle: Mingle, are you sure this will work?

Donk: They'll probably just come over to our house and steal our fridge!

Boyfriend: b-beep...

Mingle: Relax, guys! If these guys come over, we'll have them play it out with us fair and square.

Dingle: What if they cheat?

Mingle: I'll know.

Dingle: How though...?

Mingle: I will. Do not worry. Now come on, let's go home... Tommorow, we'll bring the dinner to the table, and then we're gonna eat it!

*The next day...*

*Mingle is finishing setting up the competition in the backyard of her house.*

Mingle: Oh, hey! I'm putting the finishing touches on the games!

*Dingle walks up to Mingle.*

Dingle: Hey Mingle? What is this going to be?

Mingle: Oh! This here is a triathlon! It's a set of three small games that you three will compete in against those bullies! That way, we'll see who is ACTUALLY better. Remember, those guys may have the mouths, but I doubt they are very smart...

Dingle: Oh, alright then... But what if they really win?

Mingle: We'll see...

*Donk runs up to Mingle, looking very scared.*

Donk: MINGLE! THEY'RE HERE!

Mingle: Relax, we'll be okay... *She gets up and walks out from the backyard to the house, where she opens the door for the three bullies.* Oh, hello th-

Eric: Ready to eat your mud, dork?

Max: Hey, speaking of eating, when's lunch?

Eric: ...You literally just got done eating.

Mingle: It's nice to see you too... Now come on in, the game is in the backyard...

*Eric, Jack and Max follow Mingle to the backyard, where she sits down behind a small table and speaks into a microphone.*

Mingle: Welcome one and welcome all to the annual MINGLING GAMES! *Mingle looks over at the audience, which mostly consists of all her plush toys... And our boom mic guy, Moxy the Dog. Don't judge him, he's trying his best to make ends meet.*

Mingle: For our first game, we have the MATHS GAME! And for our competitors, we have ERIC AND DONK! *An applause sound is heard from the audience, though it's actually just a sound clip from Boyfriend's radio...* Competitors, take your seats!

*Eric and Donk sit down in their respective seats.*

Mingle: Alright! Whenever you think you know the answer to one of these questions, press your buzzer button in front of you! Question one: What is 9 times 9?

*Donk stares up into space thinking about it, while Eric looks down, lightly shimmying his hands around. He then presses the buzzer.*

Mingle: Eric!

Eric: 81, correct?

Mingle: Great, that's one point to you! *She points over to the score board, which now reads 1-0.* Question two! What is 2 times 2 plus 2?

*Donk presses his buzzer.*

Donk: Is it 8?

Mingle: Not quite! Think closer!

*Donk stares off into space again as Eric still fiddles around with his hands under the table, before pressing his buzzer.*

Mingle: Eric?

Eric: Six! Two times two plus two is six! Not eight, you stupid lemonhead!

Mingle: That was... Uncalled for, but correct! Two points to Eric! Question three now, fingers on your buzzers! What is the square root of 81?

*Donk presses his buzzer nigh immediately.*

Mingle: Donk?

Donk: What's a square root?

Mingle: It's the number you multiply by itself to get the number said!

*Eric presses his buzzer after a bit more fiddling under the table.* Eric: ...In other words it's 81, moron.

Mingle: A flawless victory! Eric wins 3 to 0! Great job!

*Donk frowns, walking off to the stands and sitting down next to Moxy.*

Mingle: For challenge number two, we have the egg and spoon race! For our competitors, we have Jack and Dingle!

*Jack and Dingle walk over to the starting line.*

Jack: Ay dude, that's my Cousin Oliver in that egg of yours! If he gets hurt, i'll make sure you feel as bad as him!

*Dingle gets a bit scared... He grabs the spoon with his mouth, while Jack grabs it normally with his wing.*

Mingle: Alright! Ready? Set? Go!

*Dingle slowly steps forward, while Jack runs forward swiftly... Mingle mostly focuses on Dingle, who's not only left behind in the dust, but is left confused due to the odd yellow puddles on the ground...*

*Jack continously runs in a zig-zag like pattern, constantly hiding behind a random obstacle...*

Jack: I did it! I did it! Eat that! Hah! *He flaps his wings in excitement.*

Dingle: Awwww...

Mingle: And Jack wins! Alright, this is looking heavily favorable for the Guests, but the Homeowners can still win, since the final challenge is worth 3 points! For the final challenge, we have the FREESTYLE SING-OFF! For our contestants, we have MAX VS. BOYFRIEND!

*Max and Boyfriend get up on stage. But first, Max goes off-stage, apparently to go to the bathroom...*

Max: Honestly, now that I look at you closer... You'd make for a nice lil' snack...

Boyfriend: b-beep...? *He trembles lightly.*

Mingle: Alright! *She walks over to the stage and sits down on the big set of speakers in the middle.* 3! 2! 1! Go!

*Max begins singing, though each one of his notes causes the stage to shake a bit, kinda like Ruv in Zavodila.*

*Boyfriend still tries to follow along and even make up something original... He does surprisingly way better than Max.*

Max:

Are we gonna have a problem?

You've got a bone to pick?

You've come this far, but i'll sweep you up real quick.

I'd normally tear your arms off,

and everyone here could look!

But i'm feeling nice,

Here's some advice,

LISTEN UP, YA CROOK!

*He starts singing incredibly quickly, causing the stage to shake a lot... Boyfriend, in response, begins to try and make something even longer, but suddenly, he goes quiet.*

Mingle: Hm? What happened?

Eric: Oh! Would you look at that, he's gone quiet because we're just too good for you morons! *He laughs.* Come on now, it's your lunchtime - JACK, BRING THE MUD!

Mingle: Fine, I suppose you guys won... Here's your candy! *She gives Eric, Jack and Max each a small box of small orange round pill-like balls...*

Eric: Hell yeah! *He eats a few.*

Jack: Good luck with those earthworms, weirdos! *He eats a few.*

Max: Ooh, lunch! *He downs the whole package.*

Mingle: Seems like our guests won... Or have they?

*Suddenly, a sharp growl sounds itself from Eric's tummy... Then Jack's... And then Max's.*

Eric: Ow!- W-What the...?

Mingle: What, you thought I wouldn't catch on? *She forces her hand into Eric's pocket, taking out a calculator.* You jerks!

Jack: N-No! You don't understand!

Mingle: Oh, don't worry, I get what you did! You hid behind the obstacles and tried to switch out the eggs you kept breaking!

Max: B-But...!

Mingle: And you? You just chewed through Boyfriend's mic wire before the match...

Eric: WHAT DID YOU GIVE US?!

Mingle: Oh, don't worry, just some lil' laxatives... Your pants might get a bit dirty, but not as dirty as your behavior.

*Eric, Jack and Max immediately run off to use the bathroom, only for Mingle to stop them...*

Mingle: Ahh ahh ahh... You promiiiised~ *Mingle points them to a nearby pack of diapers.*

*The three Bullies look over each other.*

Eric, Jack and Max: NOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!

*Two days later, Mingle, Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend are once again home, playing a board game... The bullies are also there - Eric is rubbing Mingle's feet, Jack is cleaning up Dingle and Donk's toys and Max is holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies for Donk, not allowed to eat a single one...*

Mingle: What have we learned today?

Eric: Urgh... I'm not saying it.

Mingle: Oh? You want two extra months of your community service?

Eric: Fine... "Bad guys always finish last"...

Mingle: AND that two hotels on Atlantic Avenue equal 2,300 dollars to me!

*The friends laugh happily while the Bullies simply roll their eyes in frustration, ending the episode.*

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends (obviously)

Edd Gould/The Eddsworld crew - Inspiration behind the Bullies

And, of course, me! - For making the original concept, + the story.

#learning with mingle and friends

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I stood up upon that old cliff out in the forest and looked out at the drop below. I usually wasn't so damn... Sad... back then, or at least I never admitted that I was, but... At that point I'd hit an especially low point. I'd say it was maybe a year or two ago, not super sure at this point, keepin' track of time is a fuckin' waste nowadays anyway.

I'd been... Battlin' with lotsa thoughts, thoughts 'bout where I came from, who I was. It was... At a point where I'd accepted that I wasn't meant ta be here, but I also felt super fuckin' lost all the same. I'd accepted it, but I wasn't at peace with that shit, so it made me angry and upset and I sometimes thought I was gonna just burst into tears. Fuckin' weak, if ya ask me, but at the same time... Lettin' myself cry later on was the best feelin' I'd had in so long...

But at this point, I wasn't alright with that idea. I couldn't act like that, I'd told myself. But all the same, I felt lost and confused, and useless too. I wasn't a fuckin' hero, and I couldn't even make myself into a competent adversary. I was just some guy who fucked shit up for the others, just an asshole with no place in this realm. Even at that point I was still stuck on wantin' ta be a part of shit, yet not wantin' ta become one of those "goody goody" folks, cause that shit's not me.

So I didn't see myself goin' anywhere. No buddies, not anymore, I hadn't seen those fuckers in years by then. No purpose, nothin' ta strive for or do. Bein' "above" people didn't even appeal to me anymore.... No real reason to stick around, huh?

So that's what I thought about. Would probably make their lives easier, I thought. They'd probably like me better if I took out the damn trash, I convinced myself.

But I'll admit, heights fuckin' scare the shit outta me, so I hesitated, I hesitated for a long while.

Long enough ta hear the sound of an engine, and the sounds of rough wheels digging into the dirt and underbrush, approaching, getting louder fast, before I heard the sounds of breaking and skidding to a halt. The low rumble of the motor slowly died down, and I heard feet hit the ground.

I turned my head to see who was there, then spun and tensed up, facing the familiar person.

And, as usual, he only stared back at me with a blank sort of expression, classic look for the stupid bastard huh?

Shadow... He knew me all too well. For all I knew he hated me with a passion. For all I knew he hadn't killed me yet because that blue idiot absolutely refuses to let him. Too fuckin' merciful man, he coulda avoided so much shit had he just eliminated me...

And yet, as we stared at one another, not saying a word, his expression... It... Slowly changed. Not to rage, not to hatred, not to any sort of disgust or anger.... It was... More like some weird fuckin' mix of... Empathy and... Sadness? Not... Not sadness, somethin' like sadness though. Those same vibes.

All he did was give a soft sigh, before turning away and hoppin' back on his bike, giving me one last look... One as if to say "follow, if you want", before he drove away back into the forest on the nearby track I think he'd been travellin' on prior.

Somethin' about that... How he'd looked at me and just.... Said nothin'... It got to me a lil. That shit hurt, and I still don't really know why.

He'd had every opportunity to kill me, then and there. He coulda gotten ridda my sorry ass 'n avoided dealing with my bullshit later on. Yet, despite all that... He... Almost... Seemed like he'd wanted to say somethin' to me.

And... He also didn't try ta stop me. Something about that too just fuckin'... I dunno, it... Confused me so much that... When I looked back over the cliff's edge, I... I didn't desire that anymore. I didn't feel like it was needed. I was curious, I... Had ta figure out why the fuck he'd just... Been like that to me. Why he'd looked like he cared about me. He's wasting his damn time caring about a fuckin shitfaced loser like me, but...

I can't help but want it to be true.

Maybe I am just a selfish prick, who fuckin' knows. All I know is that I...

I desperately want to have somethin' to hold onto here, in this world that's not my own... I don't think I'm ever goin' back anyway...

And I decided then that I'd... At least attempt to make something for myself. Homeless, idiotic, and, admittedly, depressed as shit... I still, in that moment, wanted ta try.

#no you dont get to know who's POV this is #because i dont wanna be fuckin slaughtered for this characterization #but whatever it's fun to write the fucker like this and also it's technically my own rewritten whole version of him so whateverrrr #anyway #sth #sonic #sonic au #my writing #dogyz auz #paradox au #shadow the hedgehog #implied suicidal #tw suicide mention #it doesnt actually happen but #the implications are there and intentional

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