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bonefall · 1 year ago

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This is a bit of a vague, broad request (so sorry about that!) but do you have any more info on the Dappletail extended family that hasn’t made it to our ears yet? Any masterposts about them or about individual cats like Darkstripe? I loved the Cricketclaw post a lot and I’d love to see more of these complicated goobers!

Sure! But it won't be comprehensive-- I need to make them a whole post like I did for the Dragonkin family over in RiverClan.

I've been calling them Dapplekin lately, but if we zoom out a little further, I've been calling the whole family the "Tawnyrain" line. I think we could call them Rainkin for the example here.

The Rainkin family descends from Rainfur and Tawnyspots. Tawnyspots is now the FATHER of Dappletail and Thrushpelt, bringing him in line with the statement that he was an old deputy when he retired.

Tawnyspots was an old friend of Sunstar. I imagine he also had a ton of apprentices, he was a responsible and nurturing kind of guy.

Rainfur was gorgeous. She was light golden with those lighter "dapple" stripes you see in Dappletail and her kits.

She is also where the humor came from. She loved the CORNIEST jokes. For some reason I just find it very funny that every cat in BB whose prefix is "Rain" gets a sense of humor.

Tawnyspots: "Hey Rainfur!! What did the tired honeysuckle say to the oak? Leaf me alone I'm bushed!"

Rainfur: (WHEEEEEZE)

The family gets the mane from Tawnyspots.

They were just NICE people, y'know? I think Bluestar looks back at them fondly, they were like the super sweet neighbors in the apartment next to you who would bring over extra food in old, stained tupperware.

And that extended to their kids. Dappletail and Thrushpelt are extremely meaningful to Bluestar, the both of them are sweet as overripe blackberries.

Dappletail has a really BAD case of resting bitchface. I channel a bond villain when I draw her or think of her voice.

She loves telling stories and explaining things, because she is good at it.

When Ravenkit and Dustkit's mother died and their uncle was extremely sick, and she'd just lost Featherkit and Darkstripe skeddadled with Graykit, she looked after them.

I think Ravenpaw's love of storytelling comes from her. Unfortunately though, she gave him a great power, as a kid he had a bad habit of Making Shit Up.

It definitely comes from Dappletail, who never says "I don't know." She will hypothesize, speculate, and seek answers, but doesn't use idk.

"Dappletail, where is the tunnelbun?"

"I saw it last shift, Graystripe had it. He probably took it."

Her kits all actually have the same biofather. I don't know who it is though, I imagine she met him after Rosetail told her a secret story about her honor sire in Chelford, but it might be a Clan cat. But he's monochrome gray; all of her kits are the same color as him.

THRUSHPELT meanwhile, ALSO a ball of sunshine,

I wrote a joke about him saying howdy ONCE and it became a core memory. Guy who says howdy.

Thistleclaw: "THIS IS ENGLAND WHY ARE YOU SAYING HOWDYYYY"

"Well howdy doody thistleclaw"

"AUUUGH"

He definitely says Hello in some weird way. Guy who answers the phone with Yellow. Man who says shucks unironically

And then surprises you by being one of ThunderClan's strongest fighters. If you swear in his good Christian Minecraft server he'll fucking gut you

Dappletail is not the stronger twin. Thushpelt is as thick as a twig but you get in a fight with him and you hear Dark Souls

That's part of why Bluestar could never allow ThunderClan to get taken over by Thistleclaw. The strongest fighter... goes on the front lines.

Moonflower was the strongest fighter too, once.

Unlike Dappletail, Thrushpelt also never needed to know the full story. Bluemoon ADORED him. If she was ever about to overshare for his sake, with the thought that he deserved to know, he would stop her.

"If I should know it, I will learn it in StarClan."

When Bluestar picked her first deputy, she knew it had to be him.

And he was a fantastic deputy, and a great uncle. Super supportive guy, calls you Sport and ruffles your mullet.

He got taken out a few weeks after Featherkit, which was devastating to Dappletail. She is comforted, however, by the idea that Thrushpelt can look after her.

I got into Cricketclaw and Darkstripe recently so I'll try not to repeat too much

Cricket and Dapple were actually extremely upset that Graystripe halted the fight over his kits.

Cricketclaw especially, she doesn't give a shit about Crookedstar and his sadness, she would have invited him to Cry About It, "MY nespring"

Dapple is 50% more diplomatic; "Silverstream is gone. Stormkit and Featherkit's family is here."

Feathertail's name makes them both Emotional, she actually has a tail pattern a lot like Dappletail's

On that note, yeah. They both did not want Featherpaw and Stormpaw to go back. They were both actually pretty upset about it

Cricketclaw got in a FIGHT with Mistyfoot for saying they could go home

How dare you even SUGGEST that actually, go back to the Clan that WANTED TO EXECUTE THEM???

I don't think Cricket could compose herself enough to say goodbye, and she was FURIOUS at Featherpaw for taking the offer. Her final words to them was probably just at Stormpaw alone;

"Don't let your sister decide your whole life for you. You'll always be OUR family."

I don't think Stormpaw actually appreciated it much. Stop making this harder! I know this is a bad idea! I have to be there for Featherpaw when this shit all goes south, god damn it!!

Dappletail and Graystripe are sad but supportive of the twins' choice. Cricketclaw is maaaad

And Stormfur and Feathertail... man

Feathertail sees the good in everything, to a fault. She believes it will all work out if we stick together, and that everything that happens is meant to be.

Stormfur does not agree

He watched his whole ass mentor get wasted, PARTIALLY by his uncle.

He saw people he thought where his friends watch his execution, some curious, some cheerful. All of them just watching.

People don't die clean. His blood didn't anoint the earth, it just gushed and choked. There's no such thing as a noble murder

Everyone rejects the Dishonor Title they gave Stonefur, saying that Tigerstar was not ordained by StarClan.

Stormfur doesn't see how that matters. The stars watched, too.

It was Deerfoot, Swansong, Jaggedtooth, Wetfoot, Mosspelt, and others who saved him... and it was normal cats, just like them, who built the Bonehill

So again; what does it matter that Tigerstar wasn't given the authority by StarClan to change his name?

His mentor was named Heartworm. And that is the only angel he prays to.

If they hadn't gone back to RiverClan, Feathertail never would have been chosen for the journey. Never would have died.

And the destruction of the Forest killed his family in ThunderClan. Devastated them. Even Graystripe was taken.

So when Leopardstar nodded at the "sign" Mothwing claimed she saw, when RiverClan hardened in TNP, and when it kicked out the pawful of Tribe cats who had come to help these ingrates get set up in a new territory...

He was done with Clan Culture. There was nothing left here, for him.

I don't even plan for him to be in love with Brook yet, going to the Tribe was about getting the fuck away from all this.

Yes Feathertail's grave is there too, but I think his feelings are super complicated.

Cricketclaw was right, he let her decide his life, and because of her he didn't get to say goodbye to his family. He would have been in ThunderClan, maybe even been able to save some of them.

At the Tribe, he lives in the Cave Ward. The least populated ward, and practically a temple-town.

At first he thought he would be more of a hunter, but he quickly learned he really doesn't like how you hunt in the highlands. It's a VERY leggy activity, lots of hiking, running, coordination. It was different than he expected.

Anyway I'll stop there because I could write an SE on how Stormfur adjusts after his immigration and I would actually be interested in doing it. Like, really take the chance to show how the BB!Tribe works and explore the feelings of moving to a new place.

It's a theme that's personal to me as a writer tbh.

Graystripe meanwhile... he never gets over Silverstream. Not even with Millie. I don't think he realizes it, but he really is always looking for the glimpse of himself in a happier timeline

And boy oh boy does it fuck up his next litter.

I've spoken about them all before and I plan to collect it all in one place at some point, but briefly,

Graystripe can't ever take a side when Millie treats Briarlight poorly, and just ends up enabling Millie's ableism

Millie is frantic over Briarpaw's injury, and says some AWFUL things right to her face, making the entire situation about herself

But Graystripe will be like, "your mother says things she doesn't mean :( she loves you, you know"

He can't deal with the possibility of losing Millie, too. Or any of his kids. It's something that Briarlight and Blossomfall come to realize, with time and wisdom.

Bumblestripe meanwhile... he's not really smart enough to ever realize that. He just keeps breaking himself on trying to get Graystripe to see him

But Gray is ALWAYS seeing his first litter, and comparing them. No milestone goes by where he's not cheerfully bringing up some story of how their older siblings were, how he wishes they could see them.

That's where he goes, in the end. After extreme carnage from the Impostor, Graystripe decided that he wanted to spend the last of his life with Stormfur in the mountain.

(Graystripe's Vow is now Ferncloud's Parting, FERNCLOUD is gonna go confront her brother)

Thankfully, Briarlight had her mentor Honeysnake to help her realize her worth... but Blossomfall and Bumblestripe meander for meaning into really toxic, dangerous places for their whole lives.

Blossomfall trains in the Dark Forest because she feels so alienated and disconnected from the Clan at large, only stopping in the BOTTE in the last wave when she faces up against Briarlight

She confronts Briar, and she just... cocks her eyebrow. "ILL END YOU" "no you won't."

Squirrelflight actually tried to tell Bramblestar to make an exception with his Dishonor Titles for the DF trainees, realizing that that Blossomfall's problem was alienation.

She wanted Blossomfall to be put into a Secondary Apprenticeship, specifically for the Construction Patrol since Dustpelt was killed. Something where she'd see her work pay off, and she'd be helping to take care of the Clan.

But Bramblestar rejected it, because it would be unfair. If everyone else is getting Dishonor Titles she will get one too; she shouldn't be REWARDED for what she did. It's a punishment.

So she was Shredbloom for a while. None of her problems were addressed and she ended up joining The Kin later, eventually being rescued by Heathertail and her plan.

Returning to ThunderClan was on her family's vouch, bringing the kits she'd given birth to in The Kin with her, and she was on THIN ICE

She mouthed off at the Impostor in typical Blossomfall fashion once, early in his reign, and she got hit with a DEVASTATING second Dishonor Title; Clearface.

"Because it would be better off if we could see right through her."

Bumblestripe became one of the Impostor's favorite lackeys, exploiting his failed relationship and resentment of Dovewing

Briarlight was murdered in the dog attack that Sparkpelt barely survived, and Stemleaf is killed in the assassination attempt on the Impostor.

Bumblestripe accompanies the old people, Ferncloud, Cloudtail, and Graystripe, during Ferncloud's Parting. He says goodbye to his dad in the mountain, and finally meets the Famous Stormfur...

And learns that he's just some fucking guy.

You live your whole life trying to hold up to this standard of a distant, unknown brother in the mountains, and then you learn he was Just A Dude all along.

He went further south with Cloudtail and Ferncloud too, to make sure they were safe. They are old and it is a long journey.

And that's where they all are to the current point of BB! In ThunderClan, the active Rainkin Family is Bumblestripe, Blossomfall, Plumstone, and Shellfur, and all of them want to support Spotfur as she raises Stemleaf's children.

They refer to themselves as "Graykin" currently; their last relevant ancestor. In Clan Culture, families tend to split at a grandparent or great-grandparent.

#Rainkin #Dapplekin #Graykin #Better bones au

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ghost-skull-trash · 2 months ago

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Within this hell, Tear out your heart to survive : Chapter 3

Trudging onwards, Rain is met with the turret system of the site, and it’s mysterious controller.

Painter is predominately featured this chapter! (Hooray!) Sorry it took a while for the third chapter! Things are certainly hectic at the moment, but still have a nice day!

Chapter 3 : Bargaining with a bullet

“Between these two choices, whatever hurts less will suffice”

Rain stood in the doorway, a bead of sweat dripped down her face.

She calculated her options in her head, there was a chance that whomever is in control of the turret system wasn't watching this hall at the moment, perhaps they'd moved onto different sections and gun down whatever poor sod was in their line of sight... But on the increasingly more likely hand, this was a trap, and as soon as Rain stepped into this veritable barrel of a gun she would be filled with more molten lead than she had blood.

Carefully she stepped inside, the room stank of metal overwhelmingly so.

Rummaging through a few desks, finding nothing more than crumpled paper and some glow in the dark stickers… cool but far from useful for long term survival..

Rain Closed the desk, pocketing the stickers for important science reasons.. Perhaps she was too hasty in leaving the safe room.. What if SEVER was back there and wondering where she had gone! The thought made her sick to her stomach with anxiety.

She Briskly turned around and headed back where she came, as her hand was about to pass through the frame, the heavy metal door closed by itself, and the lights went dark.

The automatic beep of the turret system made her duck to the floor and behind an upturned desk, moments before where she was standing was lit up in a hellstorm of bullets.

“ Better hope you're bulletproof !” echoed from the room's intercom, there was an oddness to it, either due to damage or interference, the intercom made the speaker sound.. robotic.

Keeping her head low as the red optics of the ceiling mounted turrets grazed by, Rain held her breath as she struggled to adjust her eyes to the dark.

Her hand brushed against something as she fumbled for her goggles, a horrid realisation struck her as it became clear what else was sharing this micro sanctuary with her, a warm corpse.

The Source of the metallic stench made her quietly gag, her hands trembling as worry clouded her mind.

“Is this where I die? Am I going to die alone? Will I ever see the stars again? Will SEVER even find me?” These thoughts raced through her mind, a million and one per second.

Paralyzed with fear, Rain felt tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes as the turret system moved around almost agitatedly, the familiar taunting voice of the intercom echoing again “ Urrrrgh … COME ON! THIS IS BORING ! ” The impatient voice yelled at her.

This both agitated and snapped her out of her trance, her determination to survive renewed as she plotted a plan to escape this firing range.

Taking a quick peek from behind the desk, Rain got a glimpse of the door, it was thankfully not locked by whatever being was in power over the turrets, ducking back again as the lazer optics passed by.

Testing a theory, Rain grabbed a discarded clipboard and tossed it over the desk, the turret tracking its arc as it tore it to shreds in nigh microseconds, leaving the smouldering bits of wood to scatter to the floor as splinters. “ HA! You missed! ” The Taunting voice yelled out, unaware of the trap it waltzed into and the dangerous game Rain was playing.

Rain Carefully grabbed the still warm body, struggling to stay behind shelter, when the optics went past the desk, Rain threw the body with all her might, forcing the turrets system to focus onto it, shooting the already dead body to near mush all the while it gave Rain a chance to make a mad dash to the door.

“ What? HEY! WAIT- NO AUUUGH, GET BACK HERE! ” The operator of the turret struggled to get it to fire on Rain , it continued on firing as it moved to face Rain, bullets racing along the wall as Rain fumbled with the doors controls, struggling to get it open!

The gunfire deafened any and all sounds as she managed to get the door open and flung herself through, bullets narrowly avoiding her head by mere inches, but for her left leg to be set on fire with agonising pain.

Her screams were muffled by the turret's fire, pushing herself behind the sturdy metal wall as the turret wound down, crying as she held her bleeding leg in pain, blood soaked her hands as the door closed, her mysterious attacker to chime back one last time before the door sealed.

“ Wait.. you're not an expendable..? ”

Rain put pressure on her leg, something was for sure broken, definitely shattered.

Wrapping her orange science gorka tightly around her leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding, she crawled onwards.

Using a wheelie chair and her one good leg to push herself forwards down the dull hallways, her eyes darting along corners for any sign of turrets, the pain in her leg was torture, any slight move would send shockwaves of pure hellfire through her veins

Stopping by an open ventilation system, Rain caught her breath, struggling to stay awake from the blood loss, she almost didn’t hear the sound of encroaching bells and screams.

#Ghostly writing #oc x oc #pressure roblox #painter pressure #horror writing #body horror #tw violence #pressure roblox oc #tw blood #what did i say! painter gets a dedicated chapter!#then again i hope I wrote them ok!#pressure fanfic

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nochi-quinn · 9 months ago

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candela obscura chapter 4 episode 1 act 1: bleeding out

why is this episode 5 hours long, you can't do this to me, I'm sick

I also hope Aimee is tempered somewhat by the setting, she's usually too Up for me and I'm not at 100 as it is

don't ask me why opal is the exception to this, my love for the crown keepers does not follow logic

"fire."

bisexual lighting

heart. liver. lungs. nerves.

stop saying 'throbbing'

oldhair

last voyage of the dandridge

"that's right, none of you have said a word and I am COMING FOR YOU"

taliesin's hair is a normal color and I'm uncomfortable

LIAM we are five minutes in don't do that to yourself

the eyeliner is doing Things for taliesin

that cravat pin

glasses!

the fact that I'm pretty sure this is all stuff taliesin already owned

can we use this opportunity to make fun of taliesin's mollymauk voice

I missed Alex, I had to nope out of LAbN eventually

everybody just has such good names

oh, taliesin as a dandy is going to do me in

yes, the aorta, famously located in the upper thigh

I know he corrected himself, it's just funny

"a child's coffin" I know damn well you had a better comparison than that, you just went with the creepy one

Grimoria

oh we love a mononym

oh I'm already yawning and it's fucking with my sinuses, this is not auspicious

blood for the blood chest

"I hate ALL OF THIS. SO MUCH."

no way sunny makes it out of here

taliesin's little snaps at alex's six

"I just bought this vest."

oh I missed alex so much

taliesin what are your hands doing

the cardigan is off, I repeat, the cardigan is off

taliesin your drives

"she's lost in your eyes" understandable

oh leo's very sweet

he's a complete charlatan but he's very sweet

"candela" is becoming "yahtzee"

don't know why it tickles me so much that they're using alex's full government name in the subtitles

not the face!

lights??

aw hell

auuugh texture crawlies

should I stay or should I go (into the drink)

he's gonna need those later

I mean he needs them now but he's absolutely going to need them later

"do I want to let you swim back on that six" "you do."

"because I'm a little shit"

"charm bracelet in hell"

thanks I hate it

ghost friends are still friends

as long as she doesn't drill a hole in her head to let them out

"this young woman is now an old man" reverse jadzia dax

"but does HE have spells"

I had to step away, did they kill grimoria

"as the surgeon you are" night surgeon maybe

grim that's so fucking cute

THIS IS A VERY EARLY BREAK FOR A 5-HOUR EPISODE LIAM

we all know liam can't resist a cutesy nickname

I tried to start midst at one point, I need to try again

dead people living in it

I adore liam and aimee

"he does scream, I won't roleplay that" oh this? this is the time you won't roleplay the scream?

okay the congestion is fucking me up, I'm calling it here and catching the VOD for the other three quarters. have fun watching Liam bleed everyone to death.

#critical role #liveblog #reaction post #candela obscura #candelatag #crititag

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buckpaws · 2 months ago

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sometimes my ideas go so fast i cant keep up with them anyway

literally obsessed with caustuit role reversal just straight up being the most crazy happenstance thing. yeah theyre completely reversed like. he is younger she is older, things happen differently. but if they were to witness it they would be completely blindsided by the mundaneness of how their alternative lives play out. alexander is a hero dragging people on fire out of humbert labs during an (actual) accident, when all caustic did was correct the valve pressure in one silo on one random day when he was younger. rowenna remembers SO vividly that monarch with the symbol of the nexus sun... only if she were 20 years older she would have been the pilot of that titan. and her opinions would be different. she would have worried herself sick over the power vacuum left after the monarchy was overthrown, how diwa (also a pilot) would have given everything. and so. she did it first. her last command to her beloved monarch was to detonate and end the conflict. rowenna died a hero but conduit has more to undo.

its literally the same fucking caustuit dynamic i love in reverse. alexander is straight up like i have cancer and im dying in 6 months if im lucky. dont tell me what i desire. AGUHHHHH *hitting head against my cage bars* ive written this exact thing. but having young zesty alexander with a whole life ahead of him. still shrewd and calculating but not cruel. that beautiful woman with dark eyes that almost flicker with affection when she sees the athletic reckless genius idiot trying to help her. the streaks of gray in her messy hair and the lines around her eyes that crinkle when he makes her grin beneath her mask. HDFGNSNFVAaygh aUUUGH YAY TROUBLED MILFS!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK

also yeah diwa fulfils a crypto-esque role here and completely susses her out immediately. maybe even..joins the apex games for her family and to save her wayward sister...he.he.heh..... i really love these characters. btw if ur wondering tae joon and mila are chilling at home (worrying about their brother and the syndicate) but i have a drawing planned for that so ill save it..

#caustuit #role reversal au stuff..#rambling etc

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acanthyme · 10 months ago

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why have my stomach issues gotten so bad as of late auuugh. didnt get sick for like 2 years and now everything i eat is making me physically ill..... siiiigh.

#only thing i can think of is that i've been so stressed out i've not done my T shot for close to 2 months..#i hate being dependant on someone else to do it for me kt sucks why give me anxiety world #i was able to do it ONCE with distilled water at the nurses bc i didn't want them to make me come in every week to get it done #and since then haven't been able to do it since. my body just physically won't let me #whatever.... i have a party tomorrow so i kinda don't wanna risk it and take it tonight incase i get sick but bleh....#maybe some of that juice is all i need to get my stomach in check....

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selfundiagnosed · 2 years ago

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i love when i feel compelled to confide in someone about my stomach issues & constantly vomiting and theyre like “auuugh no i dont wanna hear i have emetophobia !!! i could never handle randomly vomiting!” Dude me too! Almost every week im sobbing on the floor naked on cold tile trying to convince myself my life isnt ending because every time i throw up it feels like im dying a very brutal death. And i dont just randomly tell random ppl about this aspect of my condition its usually because someone is mad i “fake being sick” so much to get out of one thing or another even if im super excited to participate in said thing. I do not have the luxury of opting out of the situation that sets off this debilitating life or death knee jerk innate reaction but im glad you can chalk my condition’s symptoms up to me being a flake only for you to get upset when i explain to you why its out of my control because hearing the word puke makes you feel a little queasy. Very lucky you

#its probably bc emetophobia means vomiting makes you vomit to most people #like anything-phobia just means you dont like it now it doesnt actually convey a specific experience anymkre

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mars-ipan · 2 years ago

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pros of week-long anxiety attack: less afraid of throwing up

cons of week-long anxiety attack: literally everything else holy shit i hate it with my life

#marzivents #tw emetophobia #so sick of this shit. it was a lot better today tho so hopefully i’ll be ok?#but uhhh. long story short my mom should no longer be contagious for covid and is feeling better. yayy!!!#but now my DAD has tested positive #but now that my mom is better she’s being far more cautious and the house is in a strict quarantine #my dad’s in isolation. if i leave my room i gotta wear an n95 #shit’s stressful #so that + grief from. recent events. leads to horrible anxiety attacks where my immediate response is nausea #thankfully my mother took care of me this morning (afternoon) and made me chamomile which helped a lot #so. i’m gonna make so much chamomile and hope #but. auuugh i hate it so muchhh this shit is so sucks #at least i have comfy jammies. and i ate well today #that’s two wins baby!! oh and i brushed my teeth!! three!!

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ribbitts · 2 years ago

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i have a five our flight soon + two 3 hour drives and it’s like . I’m a nervous shitter i’m a nervous dry heaver so not only will i have to be worried in a car but i’ll have to be in a plane for FIVE HOURS very high stress situation with no pissing or shitting. But like i said i get nervous and my stomach starts churning. my mom said she’d give me a xanax but i haven’t taken one of those in years what if i have a bad reaction or like it makes me even more sick AUUUUGH AUUUGH AUUUUGH this is why i wanted to be medicated BEFORE going anywhere

#yessss take the agoraphobic ocd bitch to the middle of nowhere for a week #i will be wearing buttfart hoodie though genuinely good advice #his hoodie and my rv one are like thunder vests

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 4 years ago

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Horse Friends

Yuu runs into Epel and gets an offer worth taking. Contains coarse language, discussions of masculinity/femininity and a fierce case of foot-in-mouth disease. Check my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag for more, let me know if you enjoyed it, and if you ever want to let me know what you liked? Please do.

~*~*~*~

You like most creatures. Anything that deserves a pet should get one if they want it. So, you'd thought to yourself, let's go pet something you don't get to see every day. That's how you found yourself kicking around the edge of the horse pasture, watching majestic beasts eat and fart and amiably ignore your existence.

"You like them?"

You turned, and saw Epel had come up beside you.

"They're pretty cool. Not something I'm around much."

He nodded. "Wanna see a really big one?"

~*~*~*~

Did the barn smell bad or just like a barn? You couldn't tell, you didn't get to spend time in them and had no frame of reference. Where did they put the waste? You were thinking of asking where they buried the dead ones so you could go hunting with a shovel later when Epel came through the door, with the most fuckoff huge animal you've ever seen in your life. It was so tall you wondered if you could stand under it; a soft dapple grey, with long feathered fetlocks and a mane that reached past it's knees. It had to duck to get through the doorway, and stood, blinking, when Epel stopped, nevermind that this thing could probably swallow him whole if it had half a mind to.

"Are you sure it's not a kelpie?"

He laughed. "Ain't drowned anyone! 's nothing but a big guy. He's friendly! He's the one we use to teach riding."

You tentatively walked over and offered a hand. You did like horses - you really did! But they were very big, this one especially, and were deeply antsy despite being able to trample things easily. The last think you wanted was it to smell your nervousness and freak out.

It simply bypassed your hand, and instead nosed at your face with it's snout.

"He likes you!"

"I like him too." You prrbted his nose while he sniffed at you. "He got a name?"

"Beans."

"No!"

"Yes! Really."

"I can't believe Vil would let that slide."

"Yeah well, Beans was here first." Epel looked back and forth between you. "You want to try riding him? He's very gentle."

"Not today. But I'll take you up on that."

~*~*~*~

"Pull back to stop!"

You pulled back on the reins, and Beans stopped, and then started to back up.

"Nope, too much!"

You eased your grip and he stopped, flicking his ear an an errant fly.

This was the third time Epel had you up on the horse, and the first time he actually let you have the reins instead of simply leading you around. You weren't in a state of panic whenever the beast under you did something unexpected (though you jumped every time he or another horse whinnied; the sound drilled through your ears into the back if your skull in the worst way). The whole thing was pretty fun! Even if your legs got sore from straddling something as big around as you were tall.

Epel moved easily around on his own horse, a delicate-looking white stallion with murder in his heart, clearly a perfect pair. In the little bit of hanging out you'd done, you'd learned a few things about him:

- He hated being called cute. He was, which made it worse, but being treated as something precious drove him nuts.

- He was, by natural inclination, a rough and tumble farm boy. You knew more about motorbi- no, magical wheels than you ever had in your life, and now knew some truly vile curses that sounded wonderful coming out of his mouth.

- He really liked hanging out with someone he didn't have to pretend elegance around; which you had a feeling was part of why he started giving you private lessons. You were many things, but paragon of grace and propriety you were not.

Remembering what he told you, you lightly flicked the reins, and Beans started forward at a sedate pace.

"There you go!" Epel beamed at you, and you reflected your own smile back at him.

~*~*~*~

Today, he seemed sour, and you could not understand why, so instead of gong in to greet the horses, you stopped and asked what crawled up his ass and died.

"Nothin' you'd know 'bout."

"Try me."

He stood there glowering, until he finally said, "Am I girlier than you?"

You had to stop and really consider that. "Who started on that one?"

"Some asshole. They said you're manlier than I'll ever be."

You snorted. "That's like, a matter of opinion. I'm kinda butch, sure, but what it is is that femininity is... it requires effort." You moved your hands, in an effort to grasp the words. "It takes effort to put on makeup, or shave your legs. Stuff like that is required to be seen as feminine if you're a girl. Neither of which you do? You're not feminine, really. You're young and pretty. And pretty was never exclusive to girls."

This did not seem to help, so you continued digging. "And you're real pretty, Epel. Combine that with being real young, it makes you cute to others, but like... give it a few years. Yeah. You get a little older and lose the young babyface. You'll still be pretty, but you won't be read as cute, not the way everyone reads you now."

All of his sullen fury was now clearly at you.

"I'm sorry dude. I don't know how to use my words right. But I sure as hell ain't more of a dude than you. Because you actually are one."

He still stood there, and you thought of something to lighten the mood. "Did you kick his ass?"

He finally cracked a smile. "Thoroughly."

"Good. You want to do this today, or do you wanna just vent at me over people being assholes?"

He thought for a moment. "The second one, but don't say anything 'til I say so. You suck at making me feel better."

You nod and give an okay sign, which got a snicker out of him.

~*~*~*~

"And he says I shouldn't lift weights! 'oooh Epel, it'll ruin the lines', Vil can fuck right off and choke on mangey pig cock, he hasn't missed a day of lifting for eight years unless he was too sick to get out of bed."

You nodded, petting Lucius. He'd seen the both of you out on the grass and wandered over to play with people who were friendly, but not desperate.

"He's all Pomefiore ideals this and that and AUUUGH. I wanna stick a fork up his ass and beat down the doors of Savannahclaw until they let me change dorms."

You raised a finger, and he nodded. "But they don't do dorm changes."

"They do not and I hate it so fucking much." He flopped onto the grass, and you offered a hand that he high-fived. "It sucks. They wouldn't even move me when I went to beat Vil's ass when I first got sorted."

"You what."

"I did! Only got a swing in before he beat me down, but I tried."

"Please say there's a recording of this."

"He cursed every electronic in a hundred-foot radius just to make sure no one had footage."

"Boo."

He nodded. "That could have made all the money."

You nodded, until Lucius caught your eye and you swatted at Epel to get him to watch. Lucius, crawling through the grass, crept, sprung... and walked back over with a headless lizard, the missing piece long down his gullet.

"Finish it up, Lucius."

Lucius, his play done, walked away, leaving you both with the corpse.

"Gross. Should we bury it?"

"Maybe." The gears are turning, and you instead fetch back a grumbling Lucius. "Epel. What is this?"

He raised an eyebrow. "A fat old cat?"

You held up the irritated cat with a smile. "This is, pound for pound, the most efficient land predator on the planet. I know of cats that have single handedly eradicated entire species. Cats are eight pounds of asskicking. They will fu-OW" You dropped Lucius and checked the welling scratches on your arm. "Cats will fuck you up. But cats are also fluffy and cute and like to be cuddled. They're elegant and lovely, silly and playful. The murder and the cute is inherent to the cat."

He frowned. "Where are you going with this."

"I'm saying you're basically a cat."

He was silent for a beat. "Thanks, I hate it."

"How much?"

"Enh." He wiggled his hand. "I get what you're trying to say, at least. As long as you don't run around calling me that I’m good."

"A cat?"

"No, other C word."

Your brain drew the only conclusion you could think of. "A cunt?"

He let out the ugliest laugh you'd ever heard, and things were good.

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Episode 9–House of the Undead; Scene 3

Judgment of Corruption, pages 258-261

The next day, Eater and Feng were having a conversation in the garden of Gallerian’s estate.

“…That’s an impressively large frame you have. I suppose I ought to be pleased to have gained such a promising ally.”

“Auuugh…”

“Your skin is awfully white. Are you sick with something?”

“Auu…I…”

“—No, that was too personal a question. I myself have had many negative experiences due to my appearance, since I was very young. These are the times we live in. There’s nothing strange whatever about someone like you with such white skin. I look forward to working with you, anyhow.”

“…Mhm…Same.”

Ma’s eyes had widened as she gazed upon that scene from inside the mansion.

“’Eater’…and ‘Lich’. To think that I would be reunited with these two in this way…Frankly it makes my head hurt…”

“Do you know them?” Gallerian asked, standing with her.

“Know them…Yes, from long ago. I once met them ages past in the ‘Millennium Tree Forest’. It would…take quite a bit of time to explain the whole story to you, so I will leave it at that.”

Ma’s hesitation to say much further was understandable.

Lich and Eater…the two of them had once been forest spirits who served the Millennium Tree.

Once, Lich had committed the taboo of creating a human being out of mud, perhaps out of a desire for mischief. This invited his god’s wrath, and so Lich was driven from the forest. Eater, who had been a good friend of his, followed him out.

--At some point, the two of them were spotted by the demon of ‘Gluttony’, and became that demon’s subordinates. The demon then recklessly changed these spirits into dead soldiers.

The result of that was that they became their current forms…”dead gods”. Long had they resided with the demon inside the glass, but as Michaela had explained to me, recently they had left to the outside world and for reasons unknown started running a restaurant.

“They have forbidden you from getting near the ‘Glass of Conchita’. I have it in one of my rooms further in, and Lich watches over it. –Apologies, but it seems like it’ll be difficult for you to seal the demon in the glass, at this rate.”

“I believe that is their—or rather, the demon that is their master’s—objective. To keep me from stealing its power…Well, that’s alright for the time being, I suppose. As long as we abide by its demands, the demon isn’t liable to bring us any harm.”

“Oh well. It seems as though Lich and Eater are getting along alright with the other members of PN. …Though there is the problem of them having a bit of a rotten smell.”

All else aside, with this Gallerian had been able to obtain the “Marlon Spoon”, “Venom Sword”, and “Glass of Conchita”.

…Or rather, to be strictly accurate, in addition to those he also had the “Clockworker’s Doll” in hand as well. That doll that he was convinced was his daughter, Michelle. That was also a Vessel of Deadly Sin, but poor Gallerian hadn’t realized that fact.

Gallerian’s task of collecting the Vessels of Deadly Sin seemed to be progressing steadily enough, but it wasn’t completely so. Close to a year had passed between him obtaining the “Venom Sword” and the “Glass of Conchita”. Despite the results of his making a contract with “Adam”—this was the reason why Lich had called Gallerian the “Collector”—he would still need time and luck to gather the remaining vessels.

And he would need to foot the bill for researching into them.

Having severed his connection to the Yarera Zusco Conglomerate, Gallerian used his own position as the director of the Dark Star Bureau to save up that money. Whenever wealthy and socially influential people like Bindi and Jason were put on trial, he would declare them innocent in exchange for bribes.

Gallerian sank all of the money that he had obtained that way into finding the Vessels of Deadly Sin.

Him becoming a judge had been for the purpose of reforming the witch trials. That may have been done out of Gallerian’s sense of justice and affection for his deceased mother, but Gallerian had not been a completely upright and honest person from the start. If it was to fulfill his goals he would even use bribery, a misdeed on its own. That was what he had done with Loki.

Having been surrounded by wealthy friends since his time at school, Gallerian must have felt the notion of being “poor” as being a shameful thing sink deeply into his mind.

In the end, in this world it was the people with money who won. Poverty dulled one’s wit. Money was the best lawyer in hell. –Maybe that was what he started to believe. Perhaps the rumors that circulated when he married Mira, that he was after the fortune that the Yarera Zusco Conglomerate possessed, were the truth after all.

As I have continued to observe him, thirty years have gone by. For me it is a very slight span of time, but for Gallerian it is long enough that it could even be considered half of his life. It’s very rare for me to continue to watch a single human being for such a period.

I feel as though I have come to greatly understand this man called Gallerian.

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