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dystopia-fantasy · 4 years ago

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Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

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mittensmorgul · 4 years ago

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Incoming sad rant about the spn ending. Don't read if you're not interested in reading something like that, but I literally don't know anyone in real life I can talk about this with, and I really need an outlet:

Sometimes I can put the way SPN ended out of my head and think "it's just a stupid show. I don't have to accept the finale, and the writers/network are wrong." But other times I just get gripped with really intense sadness at the disrespect that was done to my favorite characters. To the point where I'll sit still for hours a day, just wallowing in it. It ruins my whole day and mood. And then I think to myself "I'll just find some other stories that end better!" but then I get sad again, cuz I don't think I will ever love other characters as much as I love Dean and Cas, and then I spiral again thinking about all the potential this unique beautiful love story had, and how we're never going to get the closure we deserve.

I really hate that after all this time, I'm a grown ass adult getting sad over fictional characters. I know it's not that trivial, but I sometimes wish it was so I could get over it 😞

Hi hi, and first of all *socially distanced internet hugs* I’m sorry you don’t have an outlet, but you’re always welcome to chat with me (if you come off anon we can talk privately if you want. My DM’s are always open, even when it takes me a bit to reply. no one should have to feel alone in this.)

I’m actually gonna start at the bottom of your message and work my way up, because I also, as a grown-ass adult, get sad over fictional characters. And I need to emphasize that this is the *point* of fiction. A well-written and developed fictional character is *indistinguishable in our minds from an actual real human being.* The way we react to them *feels exactly the same to our brains and bodies* as how we react to real people, and that’s a testament to just how well developed Dean and Cas were in canon.

I am not a young person. I have engaged with a lot of media over my life, and have *never* felt this strongly about fictional characters before, so I understand what you mean when you struggle to think about finding another story that ended better, or struggle to think about finding other characters you might become this attached to or experience this sort of emotional investment in. And I think there is another factor you didn’t consider there: The vast majority of other media I have engaged with, I was able to relate to on a level of “oh that’s nice for them” or “wow that sucks for them.” I have never, and possibly never will again, feel so utterly invested in fictional characters, to the point where it affects my real life as much as Supernatural has. Period.

I will likely never experience *literal physical lovesickness* over two fictional characters ever again. I hadn’t ever experienced it *in my own real life* before, and yet 15.18 triggered all those symptoms in me. As an aromantic person, this was pretty shocking to me. It also says a lot about just how real these characters feel to us, and how important they have become to us. They make us feel this! This is not an accident. It’s *incredibly difficult* to create fictional characters with this range and depth of emotional connection, and yet here we are.

I think that’s the biggest evidence possibly to present in defense of the statement that THIS IS NOT JUST SOME STUPID SHOW.

Other evidence: this fandom, still going strong after 15 years. Look at every SPN convention for proof. Look at AO3, where there are more posted stories about Dean and Cas than literally any other pairing on the planet (by a not-small margin, too). If that isn’t enough evidence, we have fanart to look at as well. Look through @theroadsofararchive where at the time of this posting there are over 40,000 artworks catalogued, and more being added all the time. Same with @canonspngifs where you can search through through nearly 75,000 gifsets organized by an excellent tagging system and made by dedicated fans out of love for the thing. This is all proof that you are not alone, that so many of us care just as deeply about them as you do. Not even mentioning the people who have written hundreds of millions of words of meta, articles, and even masters theses and doctoral dissertations on Supernatural and the fandom. This is a unique thing, even within the larger fandom culture. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that your feelings for it are stupid or irrelevant or wrong.

But also don’t let anyone try to convince you that you must accept the finale as part of the story if you don’t want to. Don’t even let *yourself* believe that if you don’t want to. This show has done more to play with the themes of “what is reality” and “who gives a story meaning” and alternate universes and curses and djinn dreams to easily account for whatever the heck the finale was.

my current go-to theory: everything after Chuck’s defeat takes place in the Mockumentary Alternate Universe... it fits way too uncomfortably well... and then I just apply the fic I received in a cosmic transmission from the actual supernatural universe wrote detailing the events of what *I* hoped would transpire afterward. I know this doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for me, mostly because it *has* to. It means far too much to me not to.

You are not alone in having invested yourself into this story, and these characters. Your feelings about them are not wrong or stupid or frivolous. And the proof is everyone else who feels the same exact way, who connected to this story (and to each other through this story), and whose lives have been forever altered through this journey together. The fact that Dabb turned out to have been Chuck Junior and couldn’t see (or was prevented from showing us) what Team Free Will would’ve chosen to do with that after defeating their original creator just stands to prove to me that the finale can’t possibly be The Truth, you know?

I don’t know if any of this will help you, or provide you some small comfort right now, but maybe it will eventually. We’re all processing the loss of the show and the abject failure of story that was the finale in different ways, and I’m sure our emotional reactions will shift over time. It was just A Lot to process all in the span of a few incredibly emotional weeks-- not even mentioning how all of that emotional response was compounded by the american elections and surrounding nonsense, the general stress of enduring a global pandemic and all that entails, and *waves hands around broadly at everything else contributing to the trauma occurring in the collective of humankind right now.* We’ve all been emotionally compromised, so be kind to yourself in how you feel you’re coping with it all.

And know that no matter what, you are not alone in how you’re feeling. The grief is real, and our brains don’t care if it’s felt for fictional characters or real people. This was honestly a once in a lifetime experience for a lot of us, and not even the wtf of the finale can kill it for us if we don’t let it. I reject that particular piece of rusty rebar and choose to believe in a just and narratively coherent resolution. To do anything less feels like dishonoring the story and characters who have drawn me in and made me feel so much for them over the years. If the story itself couldn’t honor them properly, then I can choose to do so myself.

#spn 15.20 #finale what finale #seriously though none of us are alone in this #Anonymous

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heeeykids-blog · 5 years ago

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Stray Kids/Bang Chan Imagine - Anxiety(¿¿???) attack

Hi, this is my first writing something like that, u hope I like it! And sorry for some words might sound weird, English is not my first language.

Disclaimer: Anxiety (¿?) Mental health

Words: A lot (?)

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And there you were, sitting in that circle that the whole class had formed, trying to control your nerves. The teacher were asking you how you felt every ten minutes while you waited until what you called your “deadline” arrived.

You studied music, you were in music theory class, in which, the teacher had come up with the wonderful idea of applying a surprise test and with it, a simulation of what the final test would be like. The whole class was sitting in a circle while a chair was in the center for the person who would be chosen randomly to sit and take the practical test

Everything was going normal, you could feel a slight nervousness in the environment but the teacher was trying to lightening it with making some jokes and supportive comments, "You can do it", "Breathe, try to calm down", "you are doing well"

You had started to calm down, to feel more relaxed and even confident. But all that vanished in less than a second.

"And the next one is... Bang Chan!" Chan was about to get up until the teacher interrupted him.

“Oh… But Bang is not here! He's sick, so moving on...” Chan and the whole class were a little confused

“Yes, I know Chan is here, but this sometimes happens and you have to be prepared for that. Then assuming you are not here, the next one is… Y/N! ”

You felt how all the nervousness was taking over you again.

“But Y/N isn't here either” You said jokingly, trying to hide your nerves. The class and the teacher laughed but kept their eyes fixed on you, indicating that it was your turn.

You got up from your seat feeling like your legs were shaking, you could barely stand up but again, you tried to hide it and walked to the chair that was in the center of the circle. You felt like everything happened in slow motion, you tried to sit as normal as possible, trying to calm down.

“All right, what's your name? ” The teacher continued with his performance as if he were really in the final exam.

“Y-Y/N”

“Then Y/N, we're gonna start with reading. Page 10, exercise 4... Excuse me but what are you studying?” He asked kindly

"Piano." You answered trying to sound as confident as possible

"Oh, a pianist ..." He said thoughtful with a little of playfulness on his voice as he continued his performance. "Well, then it will be Do 2nd, Do 1st and Do 3rd, every measure is in a different key, okay?" He looked at you with a kind smile.

"Okay ..." You were completely trembling, you stared at the lesson trying to concentrate for starting doing it.

“Well, pause. Y/N calm down, everything is fine, ok? Sit straight, put your palms on the table and try to breathe” You did everything he told you. “Better?”

You nodded, although you weren't really sure about it.

“Fine, then let's start” He said as he gave you a reassuring smile.

You started with the lesson, everything was going well, your voice didn't sound very confident but even so you were doing well until you got to the second line

You were blank, it was as if you could not read, as if you were looking at nothing, you were completely blocked and with it the panic began.

At this point, everyone were looking at you.

“It's okay Y/N, try to calm down" said the teacher with a tone of concern

You started shaking, your whole body was shaking and tears began to threaten to come out.

“Just breathe, spread your hands on the table, focus on the cold of the table. It's fine, everything is fine ” You tried to relax, you did the breathing exercises that were indicated by the teacher.

You managed to calm down a bit and hold back your tears, you tried to start the exercise again, but you couldn't.

“It's fine, it was very good. Should we continue with the next ones?” You nodded looking down, you knew that if you looked up you would run into many pairs of eyes looking at you and you would not be able to handle.

"So, next is singing... well, what about a Bach choral? I think it would be good, so the first one please"

You looked at the exercise the teacher was asking for, you began to tremble more and more, your breathing started to accelerate, the tears you had been holding began to come out.

You felt a lot of helplessness, you couldn't control yourself; you lowered your head, covered your face with your hand while biting your lower lip trying to stop crying or at least trying to not doing any noise, after all you were still trying to hide everything.

Several worried, surprised and uncomfortable looks were fixed on you. In how your hands and your entire body trembled uncontrollably, how you bite your lip, how tears fell on your book.

No one knew what to do, not even you.

There were a couple of eyes that kept looking at you since the teacher mentioned your name, those eyes belonged to Chan.

You two barely talk before because you weren't very good at socializing so the few times you had spoken were casual and short talks.

Even so, Chan was very worried about you. He felt the need to go and hug you, to tell the teacher to stop this torture, to get you out of there. How could he feel such a need to protect someone he barely knows? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't stand to see someone suffer like that.

Chan was thinking what he could do to help you until a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“... D-does anyone have... paper?” It sounded like a whisper, a weak and shaky voice came out of you, everyone was surprised but immediately began to look for in their backpacks what you asked for, Chan was very confused, he couldn't get his eyes out from you

He watched how you wipe away your tears, how you tried to calm your breath, how you settled in your seat and how you tried to speak pretending nothing had happened.

"... Could you give me... the first note?" As much you had a straight face your voice, your shaking hands, your nose and red ears betrayed you.

You were trying to move on, to continue and that did nothing but amazed him by you bravery

“Of course” The teacher responded immediately and then not only gave you the first note, but the entire first chord.

After he gave you the notes you opened your mouth ready to sing, but nothing came out. You tried again several times with the same result, you thought about giving up and telling the teacher you couldn't continue with the test, but something didn't allow you.

Chan watched closely every move you made while discussing on his head whether if he should ask the teacher to stop the practical test or let you continue.

You raised your head and your eyes met. Seeing you there so fragile and vulnerable broke his heart, even though you didn't know each other he wanted to protect you.

When your eyes met he gave you a supportive and warm look, he wanted you to feel safe.

Somehow, that made you feel better and gave you the determination to continue. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and began to sing, but after two measurements you stopped, you were singing properly but your voice was very broken, it was shaking a lot because you had been crying.

“Don't worry that's enough, it was very well” Said the teacher in a reassuring tone so you wouldn't feel bad, but you couldn't help feeling frustrated.

The desire to get up and go to you became stronger when Chan saw how you covered your face in frustration. He wanted to hug you and tell you that everything would be fine, that you were doing a great job, but he couldn't.

“Well, rhythmic then... page 36, lesson two” Said the teacher.

“All right, everything will be all right, you got this. You are good at rhythmic, you can do it” You repeated yourself mentally, although it was useless because the tears threatened to come out again and Chan realized that.

You took a deep breath, you started to do the time signature and you started with the lesson.

Everything was going well, you were doing well until you realized how weak and shaky your voice came out and even if you thought you were doing your time signature well your hand was shaking a lot and your hand movements cannot be distinguished. It was there when you gave up, you released your pencil and covered your face with both hands, tears began to come out again.

Frustration, sadness and helplessness was what you felt. You tried your best but it wasn't enough.

“It's okay, you did very well. You tried to continue and that is what counts, you did excellent” The teacher tried to reassure you. “Y/N you really did well, don't feel bad, okay? I apologize if I pressured you too much, you can go to your sit”

Chris watched as you got up with difficulties because you kept shaking, downcast. He saw how you sat next to him and how you sobbed in silence.

The teacher spent the last minutes of the class saying that everyone did a great job, and that you have to support each other, he spoke a little about mental health and apologized again for pressuring you.

When everyone got up the teacher approached you to talk to you.

Meanwhile Chris went to a girl from the class who always sell chocolate and bought one, he planned to give it to you and offer you his friendship and help.

. . .

You were leaving the building with your friend. You had a chocolate in your hands, it was a gift from the teacher as an apology. When you left the building someone stopped you

“Hey, hello! Y/N? Can I talk to you for a sec?” Chan asked you.

You thought it was weird 'cause you didn't talk a lot but you nodded in agreement, since you didn't think he could hear your voice. You noticed that he had something hidden in his hands.

You followed him after telling your friend to wait for you, once you were a little further away from other people he started talking.

“I really wanted to congratulate you, you did very well today. I think you were very brave, for real” He said as he gave you one of his smiles, which instead of calming you made your heart speed up a bit.

“Also, i wanted to tell you I would like to be your friend, this is for you” He extended his hands showing you a chocolate “Although it seems that you already have one ...” He said a bit discouraged. You thought it was very cute from him.

“Thank you” You took the chocolate, you wanted to say more but your voice didn't let you. You really hated how it sounded

On the other hand, that only made Chan want to hug you and never let you go again, but he held back because he knew you didn't feel comfortable being around other people.

“You're welcome and if you need to talk to someone, whatever it is, please don't hesitate to tell me” He said, putting on a smile even warmer than the previous one. Many people told you that every day, but something about him felt different, it made you want to trust him.

You just nodded since you really didn't want anyone to hear your voice.

“So, should we going to class?” He asked you kindly. You nodded and followed him while he started to talk to you.

Normally you wouldn't feel comfortable being with someone in this state, but he had something that made you feel good.

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