#AKA MY MAGNUM OPUS

[grimalkinscribbles]

I’m not obsessed with the androgynous bird monster

Or am I ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bonus lineart:

[ganggoestohell]

guys guys guys you don't get it. it's about. it's about. didn't they move like rivers like glory like light over the seven days of your body and wasn't that GOOD? isn't this what god felt when he pressed together the first beloved: everything??? and THEN WHY when you have come to me and i have returned you to that from which you came - bright mud, mineral salt!!!!!!!

[riruhappy]

hey do you guys like idol boys? good please enjoy mine

there’s also a discord server where the va casting is going on rn!! plus a ton of other content

[bluenotemagpie]

i have finally reached the chapter of this fic that i've been dying to rewrite since i started this draft, hell yes

[trillgutterbug]

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[finnlongman]

Dear Tumblr, I have been desperately wanting to share this news with you since May last year and now I finally can: Gollancz is publishing not one, not two, but THREE of my queer medieval retellings over the next few years! You'll have seen me posting little bits about these books in the past, but I'm so excited to get to share them with you properly.

First up in 2025: The Wolf and His King, a queer retelling of Bisclavret that uses werewolfism as a metaphor to explore chronic pain and illness. It's also very much about gay yearning, fealty, and the mortifying ordeal of being known. Partially in second person and partially in verse, you can see my previous posts about it under the tag the wolf and his king or, for the really early ones, werewolves and gay yearning.

In 2026, I'm bringing you The Animals We Became [working title], which is a queertrans retelling of the Fourth Branch of the Mabinogi, looking at gender, compulsory heterosexuality, and trauma, via nonconsensual shapeshifting. Lotta trans vibes, lotta trauma; I wrote a first draft of this last year because I got carried away writing the sample chapters for my proposal and I'm excited to get deeper into it in edits. Aka t4t shapeshifting and trauma; generally tagged as also owls are transmasculine now.

And finally, in 2027, which is the one I've honestly been most excited to tell you guys about, it's To Run With The Hound [working title]. If you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I wrote a book with this title way back in 2018… well, the one I've sold isn't exactly that book, it's a proposal for how I intend to completely rewrite that book from the ground up, but yes, this is it: my Cú Chulainn novel, my queer medieval Irish book, my (hopefully) magnum opus. Haven't written it yet, but the plan is to use a nonlinear narrative to explore why Táin Bó Cúailnge is a tragedy, featuring a great many feelings about Fer Diad, Láeg, and Cú Chulainn himself.

There's a bit more detail and some FAQs on my website right now, but the most important thing is QUEER MEDIEVAL BOOKS WRITTEN BY SOMEBODY WITH MULTIPLE DEGREES IN MEDIEVAL LITERATURE. If that sounds like your jam, stick around.

[samscompliment]

all roads lead to the same destination

my destiel magnum opus if im honest. i have nothing else to say about them they were dead from the moment they said hello and i wouldn’t have it any other way<3 everybody stream it’s too late baby by foxy shazam aka the destiel song of all time. i love you parallels show<3

[yonpote]

ok heres how i split up the dnp eras (loosely based on dan's timeline in his interview w anthony)

2009-2011: the Sillies era :3 dan refered to it as being a dumb teen just posting cuz he was bored, which is like, thats what all of youtube culture was at this time. they met and like fell in love or whatever you know the lore dont you. phil moved from his parents home to his first apartment in manchester, and dan technically moved to uni but really he moved into phil's apartment to take advantage of his washing machine and ps1 and. yknow. other stuff. they officially moved in together in 2011 yippee hooray, the phanchester apartment holds a special place in my heart

2012-2013: THE SHIFT. they started getting Serious about youtube as a career, doing more stuff w the radio, superamazingproject started in 2011 but THE SHIFT is very easy to observe when you compare the first season of sap to the last season. ALSO. they were NOT A DOUBLE ACT AND NOT GAY 🙄. it could also be called the No Homo era lmao idk this is when a lot of shitty things were happening wrt leaked information, harassment of their families, and just generally becoming more in the spotlight especially while still in the closet being a horrible experience. but also, they moved to london and got cool opportunities with radio stuff and were starting to actually make a living on this shit.

2014-2016: Peak Dan And Phil™ Era. at the height of their popularity. they realized oh shit, we ARE a double act and not only does everyone enjoy us best as a double act, WE enjoy working together. tabinof, tatinof, dapgo, still doing the radio every month up until they start touring, 7 second challenge app, gamingmas, what the hell DIDNT they do during this time period (what they didnt do was uhh take care of themselves and not overwork and not blur their work and personal lives so much to the point where they felt like the whole apartment was a film set.)

2017-2018: Gay Softlaunch Era (aka post-baking aka glass closet) the baby steps toward authenticity, moved to the double apartment to separate work and life, ii's whole theme, dan talking abt depression, phil getting the quiff, both of them being gay as hell in every way other than saying it explicitly. important things of note: TRUTH BOMBS dropped, Interactive Introverts happened, still uploading gaming vids and honestly by the end you could feel their fatigue. and then they hiatused dapg.

2019-2022: ok these four years each feel like whole eras in themselves, but also theres an overarching theme. THE GAY ERA.

2019: im gonna futher split this year in half. first half- dad left to buy milk so other dad is taking care of us. rough six months for dannies im sure. important phil thing of note- he changed his film set from his "bedroom" to a fairly basic but cute shelf backdrop. honestly prob didnt wanna keep pretending that was his bedroom considering.... second half- DAN AND PHIL GAY. dan uploads his magnum opus. phil comes out via tweet. they go to japan and its really gay and it's The Trip to japan for them like yes they first went in 2015 and again in 2023, but Japhan 2.0 Was The One. what does this mean? proposal? anniversary? idk exactly but it was gay as hell dude and theyve talked about that trip with such love in their hearts.

2020: Phandemic (sorry that was bad) but also where tf is dan again? even with the big C-word happening, it was business as usual for phil, regular vids but make em gayer, caught a pigeon nbd, and end of the year introduces the Stereo app show Phil and Phriends where he's had chats with pj, louise, his brother, seth everman?????, and finally. dan reappears. they reveal that they bought and FULLY PLANNED a house together and are ready to move!

2021: they don't move house for another like six months! basically their house was (and is??) still being worked on AND they were in lockdown AND turns out at the end of last year, they were kicked from their Life apartment and were now living in the Work apartment so you can imagine what all of this can do to their psyche and lowkey they were getting sick of each other like it wasnt just bordering on phivorce it was nearly Phurder. Phidow. but to fill the time so that DOESNT happen, my favorite fucking thing ever happens: Lockdown Lads (and all the other names). the first taste of what a dnp podcast would sound like, with the added bonus of chaotic listener interaction. oh yeah also dan wrote a mental health guide book whatever (IM KIDDING I REALLY LIKE YWGTTN I WROTE LIKE TWO REVIEWS ON IT NOW) and they finally become Homosexual Homeowners. theres quite a bit more dnp content this year, dan being on phils channel a bit more, the phodcasts, dan's gay and not proud special.... oh yeah and hometown showdown i guess AND TEXT VIDEO 2!!! my favorite and my namesake!!!!!!!

2022: Prophecy Year..... but they didnt get married. dan returns with another longass video to say: hey i hate being a youtuber and also youtube majorly fucked me over. but also fuck that im gonna do a weird talk show and ALSO GO ON TOUR WITH THIS APOCALYPSE THEME! phil actually... slows down this year. more dan uploads than phil somehow??? but also Dan Is Leaving me is posted and i go completely insane and become the deranged individual you see today. WHICH FINALLY LEADS US TOOOOOO

2023-present: The Unhinged Era. dan's tour was a huge Emotional success for him but uh not without its hiccups due to management and all that and i think he and phil finally realize. Fuck It Who Cares. dan flies back to england FROM AUSTRALIA to make sure he can be with his future ex-husband on his birthday. CAKE HEART EMOJI. YELLOW PLAID SHACKET. they go on a gamer date and post a picture of playing footsies in a cab. THE PHUDE HAPPENS. they go to japan again and while this one will never be The One it was still a well earned holiday this time with bryony! and they took a bunch of very cute film camera pictures.... THIS IS ALL JUST THE FIRST HALF OF 2023 BTW. in phil news, he talks about going to therapy and figuring out how to manage his anxiety!!!! he changes his hair again!! he hires an editor, phan is his otp, he teases about the gaming channel a couple of times but so many of us already dropped any hope of that returning- OH WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!!!? HUH!??!? they returned, and more chaotic than ever before. the gayness upped to the max, the Weirdness on full speed, the Horniness at Very Scary Levels Oh God Stop Talking About Dogging, phil can swear uncensored now???? and this energy has continued into today...

[nikiferous]

remembered about my magnum opus aka tma hades au so decided to throw it out there. hades is a rogue-like game with beautiful graphics, amazing story and fantastic characters. and i like tma. it’s bunch of sketches with explainations, one page couldn’t be attached, rip breekon&hope as shopkeepers

[kalypseu]

scaramouche as cabanel’s fallen angel

aka my fanart magnum opus

[andonuts-about-you]

behold, my magnum opus: Tandeuropeans (aka Jeff Tandonuts and Tonymaus)

..no, they will not be evolving into Maushold.

[bigtransfatdog]

my magnum opus: rubber hydrapple aka the ultimate polycule

yes the two tails in the back belong to 2 other people.

[forlorn-crows]

Lady of the Lake

aka kicking off kinktober with a bang aka, my magnum opus

aka the origins of lake wife, rain's tentacle monster lover from this ficlet, requested (back in march oops) by the legend @st-danger

Rating: Explicit. T for Tentacles.

Pairing(s): Rain/Lake Monster, Rain/Mountain

Tags: era iv, porn with plot, teratophilia, tentacles, masturbation, self-fuck, squirting, mind chatter, vaginal sex, anal sex, gill play, tentacle bondage, magick, cunt/clit/dick/tentacle dick for Rain's anatomy, transmasc character, original character, poetry.

Words: 11,649

Chapters/Parts: 5/5

Summary:

With all the dark magick flowing through the abbey, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leached into the surrounding area. Mountain’s told him all about the various creatures he’s seen on the edges of the forest: dark, shadowy things that live in the corners of one’s vision, flitting between downed trees and swaying ferns. They’re relatively peaceful entities that don’t seem to bother ghouls, humans, or other animals much. But their presence certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed.

That same looming magick resides at the bottom of the lake. Something deep and ominous. Something big. Rain can’t make head nor tail of the sentient something that must live down there. He’s felt it most recently in the new beginnings of spring: big waves of living energy reaching out to him, calling to something buried deep in his ribcage. A creature reaching out to their kin. He supposes it could be a byproduct of the changing seasons, the rush of life seeping through the cracks in the thawing ice. But the feeling in his gut tells him it’s something more than that. 

Here on AO3

beta'd by @miasmaghoul, thanks for supporting me through this. special thanks as well to @askingforthesun brainstorming with me, @crimsonclergy for squealing with me about inspo pics for lake wife's appearance, and @divine-misfortune for talking monsterfucking with me ♡ also check out @kroas-adtam's amazing kinktober list, of which tentacles/monster fucking is day 1!

[celeryb1tch]

cruel summer!

an abby x reader x ellie summer camp counsellor fic! (aka my magnum opus)

jackson, wyoming.

not much to it other than the acres of land with groupings of small cabins sparsely spread. traced with wood plank fencing, and a front entrance with a hand-painted sign that read "welcome to camp!"

it was a long story as to how you ended up here. the start of a gap year after graduation had left you aimless, or so your parents believed. it was your dad's college roommate, a man you rarely saw past the age of ten, who proposed this opportunity. this connection had led you to standing in the middle of fucking nowhere, now a camp counsellor for the next two months.

"tiny!"

the childhood nickname almost paralyzed you. glancing around, your gaze landed on a large frame you didn't recognize. this person bounded up to you, surrounding you before you had a chance to wriggle away. when you looked up in fear in order to plan your escape, you met familiar eyes.

"abby?!"

"obviously, who else d'you think it'd be? my dad told me you were coming!"

"put me down!" you squeaked, thrashing your legs about to emphasize your point.

"sorry, sorry, got a bit carried away there," she said with a chuckle, easing you back down to your feet.

and this was when the full reality hit. abby- who was taller than you by only a smidge; abby, who was kind to you when no one else was; abby, who stuck up for you because everyone respected her and she couldn't bare to see you upset; your abby, from childhood- was here now. yeah, you had been told that abby anderson was gonna be here- but you hadn't seen her in at least five years, and now she was so incredibly hot.

she rambled her welcomes and introductions, taking your bag without even asking, ushering you toward the main circuit where you'd be working in a few days when the kids arrived.

you took the opportunity to really take her in. abby had always been muscular, playing any sport she could get her hands on as a kid. but now she had grown to be gorgeous- nearly six foot, broad arms and freckles dotting every inch of visible skin. a dirty blonde braid trailed down her back and bobbed as she took each step forward.

"-so that's about it. hey, you with me?"

you couldn't be sure how long you'd been unaware of your surroundings, only that it was enough to justify Abby's hand waving in front of your face, brows furrowed in concern. awoken from your ogling, your cheeks heated as you nodded up at the woman. "sorry, uh, it's a lot to take in."

"you'll get a hang of it in no time," she assured, that breezy smile returning to her face. "here, this is the girls' staff cabin- pretty simple, but you'll have plenty of space to lay out your things and—"

"fresh meat, huh?" called an unwelcoming voice.

the both of you turning around, a new figure appeared- a lean girl with shaggy brown hair, somewhere in height between abby and yourself.

"not now, williams," abby huffed, clearly accustomed to her unwelcome antics. you wondered if you should be equally wary.

"oh come on, anderson," the girl quipped, "won't you let me introduce myself? it's only polite."

abby's arms crossed, taking a step toward her. "you can introduce yourself, but that's it. anything else can wait until dinner, we have shit to do."

as this girl drew closer, you could see abby's jaw wound tighter. but still, she stayed to the side and allowed what was asked of her.

"ellie, but you can call me anytime," was spouted towards you, accompanied by the cheesiest wink imaginable.

you smiled, allowing a nervous giggle to pass through your lips. "nice to meet you, ellie," you began to reply, "i'm-"

"tiny, we gotta go," abby chimed in, cutting the moment just abruptly enough to disallow ellie's flirtatious introduction to continue.

ellie smirked, tipping her head toward abby as she leaned against the doorway. before she could cook up a reply to rattle abby further, the latter girl tossed your bag and pillow onto the closest bunk.

"we have more to cover before the meeting tonight, so if you'll excuse us, williams."

with a sly nod, ellie shifted to allow the two of you out of the cabin. you shot her a small wave when you turned to look back, before abby began lecturing about some other miniscule task on the grounds.

—

by the time the sun was low in the sky, you were sure you had seen every square foot of the fucking campground. abby had dragged you here and there and back again, certain to cover everything you could possibly need to know(and to keep you away from ellie, of course). she had showed you the nurse's station, the washrooms, the bunks, the washrooms again.

"it's my first time in charge this year, so i really can't afford any mistakes. my uncle would be so pissed with me," she confided, once the two of you had stopped at a picnic bench.

your hand reached out before you could consider otherwise, fiddling with the end of abby's braid as you always had as a child. whenever she was stressed, you would wind your fingers in her hair and soothe her through touch. it hadn't hit you that the custom might be strange now, given how long it had been. her small recoil of hesitation was unfamiliar, but after a moment she relaxed into the gesture.

"you're doing great, abs," you assured, "and i'm so happy we get to spend time together again. i really missed you."

a light blush dusted her freckled cheeks at your words. "i, uh- really missed you too. but hey, dinner's soon. i'll leave you to wash up or whatever, see you in a few."

with that, she had semi-abruptly stood and walked away, long strides carrying her quickly. had you made her nervous?

—

after switching to something covering your appendages to protect from mosquitoes as abby had warned, you made your way to the mess hall.

"tiny, huh? that on your birth certificate?"

you jumped a little, but recognized the voice of ellie williams behind you. her arms were crossed, with what you assumed to be her signature smirk as it was on her lips so often.

"abby called me that when we were kids, please don't... tell anyone else. it's embarrassing," you divulged.

she nodded, head then quirking to the side. "you haven't given me any other name?"

"oh!" you squeaked, once again embarrassed in front of this girl you had just met. "it's just (Y/N)!"

"alright then." she opened one of the screen doors to the building, holding it so that you could walk through. "see you later, tiny."

you tried your best to brush off the interaction, making your way to the front table where Abby sat. she smiled in your direction as you approached, and it warmed you like the sun.

abby stood, placing her hand on your shoulder and lifting a hand in the air. "everyone, attention please! this is our new recruit, (Y/N)! be nice, it's her first time."

there were nods and grunts of acknowledgment before everyone turned back to the food that was hot and ready on the table. self-serve platters of greens and chicken breast were spread across the three tables housing the camp employees.

smiling at you again, abby sat and motioned for you to join. as you pressed into her side to fit, you could feel the definition of her arm. in an effort to distract yourself, you surveyed the others at your table. you were met with friendly, sun-kissed faces of athletic young adults- all seemingly like-minded to abby. you smiled at the idea that she was loved and appreciated here, though that had never been a feat for her. abby anderson was easily likeable.

this summer would be fun. you would bond with your childhood best friend, make memories, and try desperately to act like you weren’t dying to finally kiss her… oh fuck.

thank u for reading!! i’ll be continuing to upload parts of this here + on ao3 (same user)!! have a great day!!!

(ps. do u like my little ms paint art hehehe)

[whumpalicious08]

More Public Humiliation Whump (READ WARNINGS ⚠️)

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Aka my magnum opus, in my humble opinion.

⚠️Cw⚠️ / Smoking, Drinking, Gun violence, graphic gore, minor character death, non consensual touching (over clothes), manipulation/manipulative language, religious (catholic) imagery & references, internalised shame, public humiliation, possessive behaviour

2nd person Whumpee has they/them pronouns. Brief, vague mention of area between legs, no explicit reference to any biological organs.

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Living Weapon Whumpee / Mafia Whumper.

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You find it difficult to breathe inside the pub. Smoke congeals with the air and stains the insides of your lungs.

The stench of blood is so strong it makes your mouth taste metallic.

Whumper is speaking and everything else feels quiet.

"...Kid comes waltzin' into your house, starts touchin' on your property. Can't hardly blame nobody for gettin' a little unkind."

There's a man on the floor in front of him. He's a couple years younger than you- twenty. He's studying geology, a topic that lit up his eyes endearingly. He's on his gap year.

You'd tried to warn him off you, gentle but insistent. Whumper likes you seen and not heard.

But the charming bastard had leaned in, eyes painfully kind, and he'd told you how pretty he thought your smile was. It'd been so long since anybody'd told you that.

The kid had brushed his knuckles over your wrist, coyly hiding his concern at your reaction. His compassion had distracted you.

You hadn't seen Whumper approach.

He'd dragged the kid away from the bar, away from you, and into a more open area. God, you'd forgotten to even ask his name.

You hadn't seen Whumper approach.

You don't see him now, either. You turn your face away and stare down at your drink. But the tourist's throat keeps flapping wet gurgling noises and you can't turn away your ears.

Another shot cracks through the air. Another terrible banshee cry. You count up from one silently to distract yourself.

It doesn't work, but you pretend that it does, and that's enough sometimes.

It was enough before, when Whumper had jovially condescended to the tourist and amicably levelled his shotgun at his knee.

(You'd missed the money shot. You always strive to when you can, innate coward that you are.)

Whumper loves that gun. He's always telling you that it's;

"a gorgeous weapon second only to one".

He'd won it from the Sheriff, during a poker game he'd hosted last month. The policemen in attendance tonight eye it with just as much desire as they do Whumper; the perfect power fantasy.

"Please."

The kid's warped voice rings too loudly in your head. You falter at 37 and can't start over.

Whumper does something to him that makes him hack up air like a cat, unable to scream any longer.

"Shut up and listen real fuckin' close. Whumpee is mine. Mine to touch, mine to use."

You feel the tips of your ears burn in violent shame. Your teeth feel wobbly with how hard you're clenching them.

Whumper's silent for a beat. You don't need to be facing him to know he's looking at you. "Sometimes, they're so damn good at bein' owned I get to thinkin' they like it." His tone turns jeeringly wistful, and indignation curls your hands into fists.

People's eyes and unspoken words become embedded in your skin like shrapnel. Pieces of you, of them, sting when you think you've found reprieve.

"All I'm doin' to you is some kindly teachin'. Got to set an example, you understand."

"Did- I didn't-"

You think he may be trying to say he didn't know, but it'd be futile anyway. Whumper wants an execution. The tourist begins to catch up and abandons his words for sobs.

Whumper hums in sympathy, the sound vulgar in its sincerity. "Whumpee. C'mere."

There's white hot needle points dancing over your body as you stand. The shrapnel sinks deeper as more attention shifts to you.

You find it harder and harder to avoid looking at Whumper's barbarity. The tourist's humanity entices your own; you grow unable to pretend either don't exist.

You reach Whumper's side and look down.

The bullet had shattered the kid's kneecap fully. There's a gorge where it should be; exposing jelly-like tissue the colour of pus and flesh and viscera. Dark shades of dried blood makes it look like somebody'd rubbed dirt into the gore - you can imagine Whumper doing that, tearing at the edges of the exit wound with gritty black fingernails.

His elbow is gone too, chips of shattered bone and viscous chunks of torn muscle the only remnants of it left.

You notice that the tourist's lips are moving once more, and gratefully take the opportunity to look away from the depravity. You can't hear what he's saying. Just the feverish, incoherent ramblings of a man from whom Death will have to beg for mercy.

Whumper's voice pounds against the inside of your skull like tinnitus, trying desperately to drown out the injustice he's caused.

"Kill him. Bastard's all used up." Whumper's cigarette wobbles as he snaps the order. His perverted sense of mercy makes you squeamish.

You've met people who mark their kills. Some do it to boast. Some do it to self-flagellate.

You've never had to carve anything into your bedpost. Every one of your victims live on, feeding, parasitic within you.

But this ... this boy, convulsing and begging in a pool of his own fluid; his death will be a tumour, destruction for destruction's sake.

You're suddenly not sure that you can handle another ghost.

"No."

Whumper's eyes cut into you. You used to believe he had the Devil in them. Now you don't believe there are any Gods or Demons here at all.

"Say that again?"

He's offering you an out he knows you won't take.

You lower your head, but peer up at him through your lashes, a veiled mockery of the submission he expects. He's pushed you just far enough tonight. The several shots of sickening, unidentifiable liquids coalescing in your stomach makes you too brave.

"No, Sir."

Whumper likes you brave. He'll fill your glass and enjoy the consequences.

His hand closes around your arm, fingernails ripping skin, and he roughly handles you into position. You try to jerk away, but the weight of his shotgun reminds you of his conviction.

The tourist is crying again. You can't remember if he'd ever stopped.

Whumper's chest is firm against your back. His leg parts yours sightly and he angles your body with intent, displaying you to the rest of the pub. He rests the long barrel of his gun on your hip, slowly guiding it lower. "I ain't askin', angel."

The pub's only sparsely populated today, and some people are only watching out the corners of their eyes.

But it may as well be packed to you.

Whumper lingers behind your knee purposefully; making you think he might actually do it, before he moves on again.

You feel your heartbeat everywhere; in your throat, under your fingertips, at your temples.

You feel terror everywhere, too. You think it's circulating the room, a plague of quiet fear. Endemic to the bar and your body.

The gun stops at your inner thigh.

Whumper brushes his lips against your ear. Radiant heat from his cigarette warms your clammy neck. "You'll do as you're fucking told."

He gyrates the barrel ever so slightly, a brutish imitation of a caress. Your breath hitches. I own you.

The muzzle's pointing down, safety on. He doesn't need a lethal weapon to remind you how to behave. I own you.

If you hesitate any further, it's only for a second.

Your defiance is brittle and impulsive. Your deference is always enduring.

The bitter pill Whumper feeds you settles on your tongue and makes you think maybe you do like being owned.

"I'm sorry."

The gun's driven sharply upwards, stabbing too hard even through clothing. Your ignoble cry seems to carry. He holds you in place and it hurts.

"Louder."

"I'm sorry-"

He slips his fingers down your back pocket and pulls out your revolver. He presses it into your hand and steps behind, painful pressure lifting off your back and from between your legs.

"Show me, then."

Eyes are boring into you. Whumper's, the patrons'. You hear somebody sniffling across the pub. You have the feeling there are more.

Under different circumstances you'd sneer at the pity, but the room's just seen Whumper what, assault you? Debauch you?

You're pretty damn pitiable right about now.

The tourist's lips are still fluttering. You lower yourself down on one knee to hear him better.

"...forgive thy... holy father ... mercy on me."

You glance at his neck in case you've missed anything. No cross.

You place your hand over his darting eyes, and your gun over his forehead. His mouth stops moving, and then he does too.

For one bleak moment you hope, much for the tourist's benefit and quite contrarily to your own, that there is a next life. You hope that Whumper will burn in infernal fire; searing with a fury rivalled only by the flames awaiting you.

There's more friction generated by the bullet than you'd like. Smoke from the barrel rises up, up.

Whumper's derisive words feel distant, but his fingertips gently carding through your hair seem to scald. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

You breathe in and choke.

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[sages-real-world]

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my magnum opus AKA starscream being the ruler of everything ((as he is))

(may contain spoilers for every tf media he’s in)

special thanks to @bloominginaquarius for making me edit this on a school night <3