#and I opened the lid to their enclosure

[th3wizardoz]

I have always known the beetles I work with can fly, like in theory, but they never have in the two years I’ve been on the project.

So imagine my surprise when I got swarmed by them at 11 in the fucking morning today.

[moghedien]

I’ve had plenty of pets that I had to feed live insects to, but I’ve never felt bad for the bugs or felt they really suffered until I got spiders

[man-made-object]

me: i wanna write stuff on my computer

also me: moves the entire computer desk to the other corner of the room and repositions the monitor, and fixes the tv being crooked and plugs in the wii u while it's down

[vrystalius]

Learning to accept love with every bite.

You packed lunch for Obanai and Kaburamaru. He planned on skipping breakfast and maybe even lunch altogether, but your packed meal changed his mind.

Pairing: Obanai x gn!reader

(TW: Obanai’s troubled relationship with food, spoilers on why Obanai wears a mask)

Usually, Obanai’s mornings usually are the same; waking up being held by you, getting out of bed to feed Kaburamaru a small treat, heading of to the bathroom to freshen up, eat a small meal before wrapping the bandages over his scars and then heading out for training or a meeting. He noticed the lack of your warmth pressing against his back, wich he usually wakes up to in the mornings, and rolled over on the bed, noticing that your side of the bed was already neatly tucked in. Seems like you headed out early today without telling him. Where do you even have to go out this early? Errands can wait, why not spend some time with him? Tch. After groaning and stretched his limbs out, savouring the warmth of the bed a little longer, he finally forced himself out of the warm bed.

Obanai stepped closer to Kaburamaru’s enclose, giving his companion a couple head-scratches before slipping him pre-made snack cubes into the enclosure. The rest of the morning continued as usual, just a little more lonely. Normally, he’ll eat breakfast for your sake. You remind him to take in his meals regularly with proper portions he feels comfortable eating. Without you, Obanai’d probably fall back into his old habit— skipping meals in favour of training. Or at least that’s what he tells himself.

You knew that your boyfriend has a troubled relationship with food. You didn’t know everything about his childhood or past and you never pushed him to reveal things about himself he didn’t want to share, he might need time to proper process his own troubles before sharing it with you, but on the other side you’re also totally fine if he’ll never share those things with you. You’re patient with Obanai and love him for the way he is, so why force him into opening up? Forcing him to talk about his troubles will do more damage than good, so you leave those worries be and focus on better things. That’s what he appreciates being with you so much. He almost feels insecure about you being so good with him, while he barely gives anything back in return…

He stared at his bandages for a good minute. If he wears them now, he won’t eat breakfast. It’s too much of a hassle to slip food between his bandages without staining them, so he’d rather not try. If he eats breakfast now and slips the bandages on then, Obanai will loose valuable time he could be using to train and spar with other hashira. He promised Sanemi to show up early to his manor for training sessions, so why make him pissed by being late? He knew you’d probably disapprove, but Obanai began wrapping the bandages over his jaw and mouth, deciding to skip breakfast for today. He tries to talk into himself that he’ll just eat more lunch but failed, resulting to silently curse at himself.

After letting Kaburamaru join him by making himself comfortable around his neck, he finally made his way downstairs to equip his katana and head out. That’s where he spotted a small bento box prepared on the counter, alongside a sealed paper bag with holes right next to it. His brows furrowed together in slight confusion as he inspected the bento, lifting the lid. He was met with a small letter placed right above two compartments placed inside the box. Scanning the letter, Obanai recognised your terrible handwriting.

Made this for before I headed out, Tengen called me over for an emergency of sorts. There’s some Gyoza so you can eat with your mask on by slipping it through the bandages, it should’t crumble too much, plus they are small enough. I also some vinegar soaked kelp (I know it’s your fav~) if you want to eat without it or alone, so you can choose what you want to eat! Love you lots ♡

PS: I spend most of my morning catching lunch for Kaburamaru, it’s in the bag, hope he likes it!

Obanai felt his cheeks heat up beneath his bandages as a smile started spreading. He folded the letter and tucked it back into the bento box to read again later, inspecting the meals you prepared. There were three Gyoza dumplings tucked into one compartment, the portion he usually eats, and some vinegar soaked kelp in the other, again, the amount the one he likes to eat. He slipped bandages down and grabbed some strands of seaweed with his fingers, stuffing them into his mouth. His smile grew even more as the familiar taste spread in his mouth, but for some reason it tasted even better than usual. After slipping his bandages back over his mouth and putting the lid onto his bento box, he unwrapped the top of the brown paper back and glanced inside. Kaburamaru curiously leaned down as well after noticing the smell of food— there was a poor mice trapped in the bag. You seriously caught this? For Kaburamaru? You do really pay attention to both Obanai and his little companion.

He obviously released the poor mouse since he already has enough snake-friendly food stored in the pantry. He appreciated the effort, but storing a mice in a paper bag for a whole day was a little inhumane, even for Obanai.

After packing the bento box and equipping himself with his katana, he headed off to Sanemi’s, already looking forward to eating the home cooked meal with his friend, being able to show off the lovely bento you prepared for him and only him, while Sanemi is stuck with a random thrown together meal.

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Whumptober prompt: Recovery

I was seriously nervous about posting this. As I mentioned in a post before, I really am insecure about writing for Obanai XD last time I wrote for him was two months ago in my second ever post (Love Languages of the Hashira pt.2)— So I hoped you enjoyed this!! Let me know what to change or add about Obanai! Also, I know pet snakes eat mice and life small preys and stuff but I didn’t want to write about that part so I simplifies it to “snack cubes” or whatever I called them XD Hope that’s okay!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3 I appreciate every single comment, repost and like. Thank you for supporting me for so long!

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[rieamena]

haiiii may i request a nurse!y/n and sukuna thing? like maybe y/n takes care of sukuna after he's injured or something???? 🥰

oh nonnie you intelligent you and hear me out HEAR ME OUT. established relationship?? just got out of surgery sukuna?? i am CLAWING at the bars of my enclosure. thank you for bringing this idea to my attention (im going insane).

the sterile smell of antiseptic lingered in the air as you quietly entered sukuna's room. he was just coming out of surgery, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. despite the harsh lines of his face and the intimidating aura that usually surrounded him, there was a rare vulnerability to him now, softened by the remnants of anesthesia

carefully lifting a nearby stool closer to his bed, you moved to check his vitals, your touch gentle and professional. as your fingers brushed against his arm, sukuna's eyes flickered open, his gaze sharp despite the lingering grogginess

"what're you doing here?" he grumbled, voice raspy and words slurred. "shouldn't you be off tormenting some other poor soul?"

a small smile tugged at your lips. even fresh out of surgery, he couldn't help but throw barbs. "just making sure you're still alive, your majesty. can't have you keeling over on me."

he scoffed, turning his head away, but not before you caught the slight tremor in his hand as he reached out, grabbing the edge of the sheet. without thinking, you placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm

"i don't need you coddling me," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words, just a tiredness that made your heart ache

for a moment, there was silence, the once near silent beeping of the monitors became the only sound. then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, sukuna tightened his grip on your hand, his eyes closing once more

"just… don't go too far," he murmured, so soft you almost missed it

"well, i am at work, ryo." you stifled a laugh before continuing, "but, i'll see what i can do."

two knocks came to the already ajar door, slightly opening it a bit wider, the voice of a trainee filling the air

"nurse ryomen? you're needed in room 112!"

nodding quickly to the young lady, your eyes stayed on your husband's as you stood up. "i'll be right back, okay?" sukuna reluctantly let go of your hand, turning his back towards you. "it'd be best if you never came back."

"i love you too," you said pressing a kiss to his cheek. and all sukuna could do was watch as you left his room, blowing him an uncountable amount of kisses. he let himself smile for the first time that day, and let his thoughts drift once the door closed

nurse ryomen, huh? that does have a nice ring to it...

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[kirarinlovesidols]

Prologue part 1.

You feel nothing. See nothing. Hear nothing.

Another day where you find yourself lost.

How many days has is it been? How much time? You do not remember. All you know is that you’re not good enough, nothing compared to Greater Lord Kusanali.

Your name is Lesser Lord Rukkhadevata and you are currently, well, have been, held captive in your nation for 500 years. But what kind of sin would you have committed to deserve such a mind numbing punishment? being born.

The sages of the akademiya considered your existence a threat to Greater lord Kusanali's reign, after all what kind of purpose would you serve if not to inherit her legacy?...you didn’t resent them though. As far as you were concerned you weren’t supposed to exist at all.

Essentially you are nothing more than Irminsul’s plan B, a spare in case the original died, which did not happen even if it was supposed to. The greater lord herself did not understand it. After exhausting her power she was supposed to lose all memories and regress back to a younger form, all that happened was the latter. Maybe it was a miracle? maybe it was Deshret’s doing? no one knew. So she continued to reign as an archon despite her much smaller form and limited power.

She was supposed to resent you, yet she never did. Fiercely against your captivity she tried her hardest to reason with the sages, you are a living being as well, you deserve to live freely. However it did not work. They had become overly protective of her to the point where they would even make decisions for her, with or without consent.

You were grateful she tried at all.

You wish you could’ve done more for her and Sumeru people, you wish you could’ve experienced the world outside of your cage. Such desires are nothing more than selfish whims that should not exist, but….is it so wrong? for you too to wish happiness?....

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When you woke up you were in a carriage.

The trotting of the horses and the little sways of the coffin worked to almost lull you back to sleep. Except you don’t remember getting in a carriage or…leaving your cage for that matter.

Your eyes immediately shot open only to be met with darkness and the feeling of being quite literally stuck in an enclosure. You tried to move in a panic, push the lid off by any chance, to no avail. You were too weak if it was greater lord Kusanali she would’ve had calmly assessed the situation and found a way to get out in seconds. But you’re the lesser lord, you’re not capable of such feats.

Trying to calm yourself down with deep breaths, you hear a weird noise…almost…akin to scratching? and…is that a voice? you leaned in further to hear better.

“I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me..”

There it was! the voice sounded a bit high and kinda…scratchy? silly? you couldn’t tell very well…

“Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton!”    The figure seemed to be trying it’s hardest to open the “enclosure” which was more likely a coffin due to it’s overall dimensions, you deduced, by force. Still it seemed like they too were no match to it. It seemed very well made, you wondered if whatever was happening was an assassination attempt by the sages? if it were why would they bother getting you a coffin? you doubted it was out of respect. Were they swindled by that one funeral parlor in Liyue you heard people talk about?.....

“Dammit…it won’t budge…then i’ll have to use my secret weapon! Try this on for size! Mya-ha!”

Secret weapon? what? what were they trying to do? you started panicking again as the source of the voice seemed to do something to the coffin. Were they planning to crush you to death? your hands trembled in fear as the answer to your question came with the weird smell of burning wood.

…Wait….

THEY WERE BURNING IT? WERE THEY PLANNING ON EXECUTING YOU LIKE A WITCH?

Now that was too much. You might be selfless but really, you didn’t deserve to be burned at the stake– err, coffin. Maybe it was the joined efforts of you, the adrenaline going through your veins, the fire and the person who might be your “killer” but the lid finally opened.

Blinded temporarily by the light of the moon you could see exactly who it was.

“Now to grab the goods…” The voice said in a sing-song tone that immediately stopped as it looked at your robed form.

“What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!” The person, or better yet, creature. Seemed very upset at you being conscious. However you couldn’t really provide an answer to it, your predicament was a surprise to you as much as it were to it.

“A…talking…cat…?” Not only did the cat speak but it also seemed to have fire coming out of it’s ears. Was this a new elemental creature? your knowledge about teyvat was limited.

“How... How DARE YOU! I am no CAT! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!” Grim, the “sorcerer extraordinaire” stomped his foot on the ground of the carriage as it pouted.

Absolutely fascinating, how did this creature even work? Your eyes followed his movements almost in a trance.

“Tch. Whatever. You...human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it!” He then smirked showing his sharp teeth. It seems like he wanted to intimidate you. It wasn’t working.

“My…uniform? but i’m not…wearing one…” You were pretty sure your garments weren’t an uniform, you weren’t a student at the akademiya. As if to prove your point you looked down only to see you were clad in a robe of sorts.

“What?...a robe..?”  You analysed the fabric, it seemed expensive…akin to silk? and dark in color. You thought the colors were gorgeous, you weren’t allowed to wear such colors as the sages deemed them….”impure” as if…they actually cared about you.

“Stop pretending to not know anything! also don’t ignore me! now…hand over the uniform!” The pyro cat seemed to adopt a much more aggressive tone and stance, it seemed to be preparing to use fire on you.

“Cause if you don't...you're gonna regret it! You watched for a few seconds as his little body seemed to intake air. You took it as your immediate cue to jump off the coffin and run.

“Am i under some kind of illusion…or dreaming?”

You wondered as you ran as far as your legs could take you, ignoring Grim’s protests to stop running.

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You were NOT used much less built for this level of activity or exercise. Why didn’t you just fly actually? wait, are your powers even working? You examined your hands amidst ragged breaths.

Your legs ached and you noticed you were wearing shoes. Truly, what was going on here? were the sages torturing you for their sick pleasure? haven’t they made you suffer enough? what else did they want.

And even worse than that was how this place…didn’t remind you of teyvat at all. It looked gloomy and scary, right out of one of those fontainian horror movies you heard so much about. The palace of Surasthana as much as it was your prison, at least it was built using warm colors, the sun’s light could peek through the windows just as much as the moonlight, it wasn’t scary. Just lonely.

This though? this place was downright horrifying. Brick walls, eerie green candles and a lot of gray, black and colder palettes. You audibly gulped as you walked through a place that could only be described as a library. You didn’t even realize you entered a building.

The only thing remotely comforting was the smell of books. You had to read a lot of them to get the unfortunately inferior amount of knowledge you have right now. Possessing that Snezhnayan bionic puppet,  Katherine and using her as a proxy you managed to hear things from other regions, see the world outside…even if you couldn’t feel it with your own body.

“Just…what would… she do if she were in my place?”

Speaking to yourself outloud was your mistake, really. Take that L.

“Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME?” The pyro cat creature found you.

“Now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off that—”  Some kind of rope…or…whip? seemed to have constricted Grim before he actually got the chance to try and steal your clothes again.

“Me-YEOW! That hurt! What gives?”  You watched confused and a bit relieved as a masked man approached you both.

“Consider it tough love.” He said as he brushed some dust off of his…very expensive looking coat.

“Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you're one of this year's new students? My, were you ever eager to make your debut.”  He questioned you, still holding Grim hostage.

“Student? what…? Sir, i’m–” You were rudely cut off by him.

“And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules.” The man used a tone you could only describe as used by a disappointed parent scolding their child.

You don’t know why but you felt immediately ashamed, disappointing people seemed to be something you did…a lot.

“As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!” Grim struggled against his bindings as if he had enough strength to break through, it was quite pathetic.

“Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?” The man rolled his eyes ignoring the very clear “Mmmrph!” that came out of the now, covered, grim’s mouth.

He only sighed as he looked at you again, ready to resume his “sermon”.

 

“Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?”   At that you could only lower your head in shame. What else were you supposed to do? be burned alive by some creature you’ve never seen before? you hated how weak you were to figures of authority.

“I’m…i didn’t–....” You tried to explain only to yet AGAIN be cut off. This was getting old, very fast.

“No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber”. He then put a hand on your shoulder and forcefully started to push you to where he wanted you to go.

“W-wait! sir! what do you mean by chamber?” You quite literally tried your best to resist or at least slow the drag of your feet but being in a cage for 500 years didn’t do you any favors in the physical strength department, even a child was stronger, probably.

“You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up.”  He said in a matter of fact tone as if you were stupid for not knowing any of that.

“So….these coffins are…gates?” Something like teleportation wasn’t unheard of in Teyvat, just not very common.

The man nodded. “The design is intended to symbolize a parting with your former world, and a rebirth into a new one.”

He had just dropped that bombshell as if it were nothing. You had the feeling but…it really did seem like…this wasn’t Sumeru…or Teyvat for that matter. Such information only served to make you even more nervous, what did these people even want ? and what in celestia were they talking about?!

“But now is not the time for such prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste.” He kept “””””””””gently guiding you”””””””””””””” through this terrific building and only more questions popped in your head.

And since this wasn’t your world, the least you could do was gather info.

“Sir…could you tell me where we are?” 

At that he raised a brow, or…at least you think he did, you can’t really tell with the mask.

“Hm? Have you not fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories…” He mumbled to himself before just shrugging.

“Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless.”   Now it was your  turn to raise a brow. Wasn’t it very rude and overall….arrogant to say that about oneself? you didn’t know, your social skills aren’t the best.

He cleaned his throat before extending an arm as if doing a presentation as you two walked and said with a smile.

“This is Night Raven College. It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland.”  He sounded awfully proud of this academy…and…magic? so they did have something similar to visions…that would be easier for you to understand how this place, Twisted wonderland was it?, worked.

“And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.”

Oh. So…He was like….one of the sages back at the akademiya. A high figure of authority…great…..

“I see….and…what about the magic….?” You had to keep digging, this man is your only ticket way out of this place.

“Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those "gates," which can appear anywhere.” The dark mirror????? what??? he explained one thing only to give you another question, this sure is…an experience.

“A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.”  Oh! right! the carriage!

“Well…i do remember the horses….” More specifically the fact you almost gave in to the noise and almost slept again.

“That black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror. It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And as you know, sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition.”  It…indeed was…but you really only saw that happening for Greater Lord Kusanali, never for you.

you just sighed at the resurfacing of the memory and failed to realize you were finally where this man says you were supposed to be.

“Now, let us attend to your orientation.” You could feel your legs almost want to give out, this was scary in a way no one prepared you for. Looking behind you you saw the pyro cat still struggling and gave him a look of pity. You wish you could set him free, even if he did  try to hurt you….

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You thought you were mortified before? Oh no! your past self is absolutely wrong! this is way worse actually! 

You stood frozen as you watched as countless people were standing, some seated, at this mirror chamber place. However there was one thing that absolutely ticked you off. These were all men. No women in sight.

As the Lesser Lord you never managed to have many conversations with others but even when possessing Katherine you still had to deal with some weird guys who thought it was a good idea to hit on the poor puppet, they probably did not know. So you know what it’s like, and to be thrown to the wolves like this is just awful to say the least.

You watched as a red headed boy talked to some students near him. His voice seemed imposing and his expression was scary. Archons you want out of here immediately.

“We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!”

You could feel your body flinch at his tone. It reminded you of the way the sages talked to you. When can you go home?

“Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever.” A deep voice followed right after with a yawn.

“I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me.” This boy seemed a lot…calmer? if not outright just…lazy? your eyes went straight to the tail that swayed behind him as he walked. Oh so he was a demi-human? back in teyvat you remember dealing with the chief of the forest rangers while acting as Katherine a few times so this is nothing new to you. At least there was some kind of familiarity other than their so called…”magic”.

“New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.”  A boy with glasses said in a very “charismatic” tone. But you could tell it was fake or at least forced, akin to one of the merchants that would come to Sumeru, more specifically port Ormos, to sell their merchandise or scam some poor adventurer. You didn’t spend 500 years observing people for nothing, it was really all you could do.

“Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony…” This time a boy that could only be described as “pretty” spoke. His skin seemed flawless, you could only wonder how does one achieve that effect.

“Some headmage he is, lmao.”  Was that….some kind of floating device? Now that was something you didn’t consider. Fontaine was the most advanced country in Teyvat and you were aware of their accomplishments but…you never stopped to actually think about how this world might differ from yours on that aspect. Yeah, you just hope you can just get back.

“Maybe he had a tummyache?” A boy with red eyes questioned as he looked around for the figure that was literally beside you.

“I most certainly did not!”  He sounded terribly offended by that.

“Ah, speak of the devil.” The red haired boy looked over to Crowley, expecting him to explain his whereabouts or at least announce the end of the ceremony.

“If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show for orientation. You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I'll watch your weasel.”   And hold Grim did he do, the cat looked like he was about to tear his fingers off if only he could open his mouth.

Still you wish he didn’t just say all of that cause now you have all attention on you and you don’t…like that one bit. You could feel the stares of multiple students on you so you raised your hands up to drag the fabric of the robe closer to your face, so you could hide the blush starting to rise out of shame.

 

“Damn there’s always a sucker who wakes up late as hell, huh?”

“For real. Wonder if he didn’t read the schedule.”

“What a loser, lol.”

“Did you just fucking say lol in real life?”

And now they were even gossiping about you, great! this day couldn’t get any wose, could it?

You walked to the mirror while hoping to god no one would notice your mortified aura or anything.

“State your name.”  The mirror seemed to have a face in it….or a mask? you couldn’t tell. It sounded awfully imposing so you did as you were told.

“R-” You stopped yourself immediately. Your name is way too long, it’s better to just shorten it.

“Rukkha…” it was easier to pronounce than Rukkhadevata, for sure.

“The nature of your soul is......unclear to me.” The mirror seemed at loss.

“What did you just say?” Crowley had to do a double take to be sure of what he had just heard.

“I sense…a great magical power from this one…however…it is not the same as others…it’s a lot more…condensed. I cannot comprehend it. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate for this young lady.”

As soon as the mirror said lady you immediately hid you face in your hands in even bigger shame. It was easy to deduce this was an all boys academy since there was no female here other than you but to be outed like this in front of everyone? yeah, you hoped this wouldn’t happen.

“Wait? a girl? does NightRaven takes girls now?”

“Dude! who even CARES! it beats going to school with a bunch of sweaty men any day!”

“I hope she’s cute.”

“This is an absolute W actually, i love NightRaven, i take back everything i said about it before.”

“Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person with unstable magic and a woman at that?! But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?”

You immediately raise your face off your hands only to stare at Crowley in disbelief. Your powers were NOT unstable. How did he interpret the mirror’s words in such a way? that was so rude for no reason.

Before you could even think about defending yourself the pyro cat of earlier took advantage of the headmage’s surprise to break free from his constraints. He puffed his little chest and pointed a paw to himself.

“ME! Let ME have this student's seat! unlike her my magic isn’t unstable at all and i’m a boy!”

For the last time your powers were NOT unstable.

“Now, not so fast you hyperactive weasel!”  The man looked prepared to absolutely bind Grim again.

“Look, I'll show you! My spells're the cat's meow!”  He then started breathing fire everywhere. This silly cat is willing to use pyro elemental energy without regard of people’s safety yet your powers are considered unstable? You wondered if this is what young people call “being done”.

“Everyone, get down!”  The red headed boy immediately warned his fellow classmates. Well, despite being that authoritarian at least he seemed to care about those under him.

“AHHHHH! HELP! I'm on fire over here!”  You simply stood there in mortified horror as chaos literally broke loose. You could feel your patience slipping by the second.

Unfortunately there was nothing you could do about the fire as your dendro powers would only make the flames stronger, it would be stupid.

“Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!”

That though? you could do.

You raised your hand in Grim’s direction and concentrated. If things were still normal then you should be able to do this.

Dendro energy started to accumulate near Grim who could only look at the strange green glow under his feet. With a flick of your wrist a dendro construct bloomed into sight. The little cat’s rampage was over just as quick as it started, he was now stuck inside a cube.

“Myaaah! what is this? don’t think such a flimsy thing can hold the great Grim, i’m just gonna burn a hole right through it!”

With a big inhale he tried to use one of his “signature” fire spells only to see it had done no damage, he was stuck.

“You need to be quiet, i’ll let you go when you calm down.” You said with a strained voice. 

“Just what kind of spell is that? never seen it before.”

“Dunno? maybe it’s her UM.”

“Kinda cool though.”

You walked to Crowley as the cube that held Grim captive followed floating behind you.

“Here he is. He won’t be able to escape but please don’t drop him, he’ll get hurt.”

Was all you said before gently motioning the construct to settle on the man’s hands. At that the headmage just blinked owlishly.

You then finally took off your hood, you felt a little angry now and it was getting honestly hard to see. A bit of your snow white hair spilled out of the fabric as you let it fall free.

“This creature, is not mine. I’ve been trying to tell you that. You would know if only you didn’t cut me off.” You only sighed in stress as your long elf-like ears flicked slightly in irritation.

“Now that things are solved and your students have managed to do something about the fire, can we talk like normal and civillized people? i hope so. My patience is running thin.”

At that your eyes seemed to glow with a dangerous light for a split second.

Crowley could only wonder what kind of creature was unleashed inside his beloved NightRaven.

While you could only hear the voices in your head remind you that this is why they had locked you up. You couldn’t inherit Greater Lord Kusanali’s divine throne, you were just not benevolent enough.

And you doubt you'll ever be.

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Holy mother of god, this took HOURS.

I'm tired as fuck!

Anyway i hope this isn't too cringe, i'm sorry, i tried :"^)

Part 2 should be coming soon.

[jaythes1mp]

HI HOW ARE YOU I HOPE YOU’RE WELL!

I loved the way you wrote the Goldfish! Reader one shot I was surprised you wrote it so fast but excited! You could’ve taken your time with writing but it had me giddy when I was reading it!

This idea popped up again in my head from where you said that Conner would have to break the news to Damian about the goldfish reader not being there and it’s a fake fish that looks real similar.

During lunch:

Conner who barley had any classes with Damian that day and only could meet with him during lunch: H hey buddy you know that’s not goldfish! Reader right?

Damian who’s feeding the fish: hmm what do you mean of course it’s them.

Conner who can see the little differences and maybe hear the different heartbeat or something: that’s not them

Damian realizing the differences is like: this is just a common fish?! Who could’ve- *cuts himself off realizing who and growls out* Drake!

*the common goldfish just vibing, liking the tank and food* (^.^)

Wayne Enterprises:

Tim who’s doing paper work for Bruce sneezes out of nowhere: huh wonder who’s talking about me now?

*Tim smiles at reader in goldfish form realizing it’s time to feed me opens the enclosures little lid or something dropping premium pellets in*

Tim: here you go some food! Huh it’s time for lunch for me too.

*goldfish! Reader who had been sleeping on a comfy rock perks up at the sound of fish pellets hitting the water*

Goldfish! Reader!: As much as I hate the fact that I’m like this these some really good freaking premium fish pellets *the words just come out in air bubbles*

*quickly swims to get them and eats the pellets going through the hoop that’s in the tank after that and decides to go to the filter bubbles bored swimming against the mini current letting it push them away having fun and than determined to not get pushed by said current so swims determinedly against it*

Tim watching this taking pictures that he’s definitely gonna print later: Wow look at you go!

ALSO WOW THE BIG GOLDFISH BLEW MY MIND!

Also another scenario Raccoon! Reader sneaking out and determined to get to the trash and is going through it when their picked up by an unamused Alfred who promptly squirts them with a water bottle as he carries them back into the manor taking and scolding them and the reader just chitters and screeches angrily at him but doesn’t attack him because he makes good food.

Raccoon! Reader: *chittering and screeching angrily in Raccoon speak* Alfred it’s in my nature to do this you can’t stop me! The other raccoons are doing it why can’t I?! You’re embarrassing me and ruining my street cred in front of them! *sees the other raccoons nearby and screeches louder chittering more embarrassed and angry* I’m not a cub / kit s not fair! *throughs up paws to cover themselves the face and grabbing their ears*

Alfred tsking carrying them by the scruff: We must take you a bath now and take out that raccoon book bag harness (like a kids child leash book bag thing) during the night! Who would like to have you first during the night to make sure you don’t escape hmm Master Richard or Master Damian? Or Master Bruce?

Raccoon! Reader: *screeches more*

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK/ SCENARIO! IT JUST WOULDN’T LEAVE MY HEAD!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/ NIGHT/ EVENING!!!!💜💚🩵💙❤️🩷💛🩶🖤🧡

⭐️anon

Hey ⭐️! I’m good, how are you?

These are so cute!! I love your little raccoon reader scenario. If they were more lenient yans who know that you’ll come back, then that would definitely happen.

Also, RIGHT??? Goldfish facts are actually crazyy

「SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK/SCENARIO! IT WOULDN’T LEAVE MY HEAD!」 ← anytime dude! I love these💚

Masterlist

[ariseur]

hey!!! ive been reading your sephiroth fanfics recently and it has been such an intricate work of art i genuinely feel the emotion and love put into it, your writing is just perfect in terms of how you write his character! i was wondering if i could request a seph x reader maybe during or post advent children and is really angsty with some fluff regarding his return??? it's vague (sorry😭) but i know if you did take up on it youd do fantastic!! 💖🫶🏻

liberabo volucres 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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omg you are literally so sweet!!!! thank you so much for this request, although i don’t think i did it justice 😭 i wasnt quite sure how to go about this considering after advent children, the remnants of seph faded into the lifestream (i think?) so it’s more angsty with lots of mentions of kadaj, but i hope you like it either way!! i’m glad you enjoy my sephiroth fics and don’t hesitate to send more asks!! love this one 💕

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

mentions of kadaj and remnants of seph, written in a yearning type of way where you still have a hole in your heart left from sephiroth, don’t ask where you came from at the beginning!! just enjoy it 😭, intended lowercase, mentions of kissing kadaj’s forehead, lmk if i missed anything!!

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“cloud,” your voice only a faint whisper as you called out to the blond, “what did you do?” he lifted his head, his skin glossier with the droplets of rain falling on his face. his eyes widened at the sight of you, chest still rising and lowering rapidly as he recovered from his battle with sephiroth. how foreign that name felt on your tongue, now.

you got up from your hiding spot beyond the debris, knees aching from how long you were crouched as your feet slammed against the flat surface of the floor. you watched as your kadaj’s catlike slits for pupils— pupils that constantly reminded you that he was still apart of sephiroth, despite his role as being only a remnant of your lover— flickered towards you with whatever energy he had left. the corner of kadaj’s lips quirked upwards ever the slightest as you rushed over him, cloud moving out of your way as he stood up.

cloud’s words, albeit firm, lay dormant in your brain, “he was going to kill me—kill us all.” and even with his sharp tone, you didn’t pay him any mind. the only thing you could focus on was kadaj’s eyes trained on yours, scoffing as he rasped out, “such— a drama.. queen.” you softly shushed him, watching as his eyes became emptier by the minute. your throat stung as a choked sob threatened to escape its enclosure behind your uvula. kadaj lifted his hand only for you to grasp it, moist leather clutched in your palm as you placed it back to his chest. he intertwined your fingers, a wince leaving his lips as you held his head up.

it took everything not to look away from him. his hair, his eyes, even the way he smelled, reminded you of sephiroth. sometimes, you wish it had been different. you wish you would’ve been there when it had happened, and even now, your memory’s fuzzy of the events. all you remember was the day sephiroth left you, and you haven’t stop thinking about him since. you wished he had come to you, and apart of you was angry. maybe you were angry that he left you with no word, or maybe angry that instead of opening up to you, he decides to burn a village down in his spiral, or maybe you weren’t angry at all.

you paused, taking another look at kadaj’s furrowed eyebrows and his lidded eyes. you wonder if this is how sephiroth felt upon his notice of who he really was— what he really was. he was only in his twenties when it happened, you couldn’t have imagined how he felt. you remembered; his friends, gone and turned against shinra, and with all the pressure on him about the cover-up, you thought that maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault. you realized now, that you can’t get what you want from this world without taking it yourself. saying please didn’t scratch the itch in the back of your throat the way that anger did, and you assumed sephiroth felt the same.

clasping kadaj’s hand, he let out a weak sigh. you let your hand, although shaky and so weak that you can’t make a fist, card a piece of his hair out his face; your heart ached at your hands in his silver hair, mind racing back to when you’d brush sephiroth’s hair for him. a true honor, you’d always call it.

the way kadaj’s eyes widened and his ears perked up made you pause, like he was listening for something. even with cloud’s tense presence behind you, you refused to let go of the part of sephiroth, your part of sephiroth. the only part you had of him left. you couldn’t be angry at cloud. he was only doing what he thought was best— and in the end, maybe it was for the best, you thought. you couldn’t even be angry at yourself, your mind only clouded with grief as your sniffles and teary sighs filled the air.

the sound of kadaj’s arm moving, leather rubbing against itself, interrupted your soft cries as he lifted his hand up to the sky. a soft whisper of, “mother—?” left his lips.

your hand snaked up and you rubbed your thumb against his cheek, watching as he turned his head towards you slowly. a teary sound left your lips, you weren’t even sure if it was a sob or a laugh. but you leaned down, pressing one last kiss to his forehead as his eyelashes fluttered, just the way sephiroth’s did when you’d lay with him in the morning where golden rays would seep through the curtains and shine onto your beloved.

all good things must come to an end, you realized, as you watched the only physical evidence that sephiroth had coexisted with you fade into the lifestream, his arm fading into reduced crystallized mako. you closed your eyes, shoulders heaving as you tried stifling your thick cries; after all, cloud was still behind you. you held onto kadaj’s hand until it was no more, his body being lifted up and vanishing although you couldn’t bear to watch it. and you didn’t open your eyes, not for a long while, in hopes that maybe you’d be back in the comfort of your home as you heard heavy footsteps trail behind you to the kitchen, sephiroth’s content face across from yours at the dinner table. and you didn’t open your eyes until you heard a low hum, beyond the loud sounds of the rain hitting the concrete, beyond your own shaking breaths. this couldn’t have been cloud, you thought. your head lifted up and squinted so as to not get any rain in your eyes.

and there he was— or more so a faded version of him. even in the rain, you couldn’t help but gawk at him in awe, his hair flowing so gracefully even in the humidity of the rain. even if you were dreaming, you’d wish you would never wake in hopes of spending one last minute with the one you held dearest to your heart. one last moment with sephiroth and you’d feel like you’d finally be complete.

his eyes, still sleek and catlike how you always remembered, almost look amused. he held a smile at you, his head cocking at the sight. you didn’t want to think of the possibility that this was just a hallucination of your grief. this was more than that. sephiroth was more than that.

he gave you a nod, a nod of which you didn’t understand. ever so esoteric, you thought. the way he always was after nibelheim. you sat back on your haunches, your knees still against the wet, cold floor— taking one last look at sephiroth before he turned around. his head tipped back, fingers twitching as he let himself face the sky, until he finally let himself go and faded away as well.

your lip trembled, a teary laugh releasing itself from your throat until cloud put a soft, awkward hand on your shoulder. head turning to face him, your eyes met his. you realized now that cloud did what was best, and you couldn’t possibly blame him for that.

he cleared his throat, almost cautiously as if you’d snap at him for interrupting the silence, “we have to go. i’m sure tifa’s waiting for us.”

you sniffled, wiping your eyes from both the rain and the tears that littered your cheeks. looking back down at your lap, once where kadaj laid, you were met with emptiness. closing your eyes once more, you inhaled and let the air fill your lungs. the first deep breath of air that you’ve taken in what feels like years, one that felt fresher— almost bittersweet. and when you turned back to cloud, you gave him a firm nod.

the urge to be changed is not metamorphosis, you realized. you can’t be changed without making a change of your own.

[feralfangirll]

I literally gnaw at the iron bars of my enclosure over virgin!Bakugo.

He’s so mean when he’s embarrassed and this was definitely a sore subject for him. He just hadn’t realized it was something he should have been focusing on along with his peers until it was too late. Now everyone else is off working as pro heroes and fucking and dating and he’s… too embarrassed to tell you he’s never done it so he pushes you away instead. He says the meanest things, ignores your calls and texts, anything to get you off his back.

However, after a few dates (and despite his best efforts) he somehow finds himself splayed back on the couch in YOUR apartment. He’s not going to tell you this is the first time he’s kissed anyone and he’s praying to any god who will listen that you can’t tell… (you can).

He’s sloppy and messy and you can tell he’s trying too hard to be good at it but you don’t care. Instead, you press into the kiss, grinding your clothed core down against the rough tent building in his jeans.

“It’s… I gotta go… the fuck you think you’re doin?” He grunts, trying to hide the dizzied panicked look on his face when he nearly shoots his load right there. You just giggle and coo reassuring words in his ear and he’s too weak-willed to push you away anymore.

His hips begin to buck up into you as you increase the intensity of your swirling tongue around his and the weight you grind down on him with. His grunts turn into desperate whimpers and he looks up at you with pleading eyes when you pull away.

You don’t need him to tell you he’s a virgin to see it written all over his face right now. You’ve always known, honestly…

Katsuki nearly passes out when he feels your little hand pop open his jeans and slip under the waist band of his boxers, soft skin wrapping around his throbbing hard cock finally and you free it from the torturous fabric. His head falls back and a soft, choked moan escapes his lips as he bucks into your hand.

“P-please… oh fuck… please…” he whines and it’s so uncharacteristic for the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight that your pussy flutters around nothing and your lids hang a little lower. You let out a silent sigh as you begin stroking his fat length, watching his face contort in pleasure. His head rolls back, eyes closed tight, brows knit together, and mouth open with upper lip curled up as he hisses. This was better than anything he’d ever imagined. He’s lost. He’s gone. No longer on this plain of existence.

So good, actually, that he nuts in mere minutes of your gentle teasing stroke. You were just building up anticipation. Nothing about this gentle stroke was supposed to get him off, and yet it does. It happens so fast neither of you are ready for it and he’s blushing a deep red as loud, lewd grunts and pants pour from his mouth and his cock spurts thick white ropes of cum up into the air then back onto his jeans and your pretty little hand. The sight alone is enough to make his big heavy balls twitch under your curled palm and he can’t stop now. He knows he should apologize for not giving you at least a little warning of his impending release but he’s too caught up in the way your eyes lock on the thick globs of cum. It stirs something primal in him and he speaks before he’s able to register what he’s saying.

“Look what you did to me, princess… gunna have to clean this mess up, yeah?” He whispers in a raspy, breathy voice from deep in his chest and the way your eyes snap up to meet his as you lower your mouth to his still hard cock tells him that’s exactly what you wanted.

Virgin!Bakugo is not a virgin after he meets you.

[hammed-burger08]

| Selcouth | Chapter two: Gabriel |

Platonic! Yandere! Alien x reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence, death

Summary: While recovering a space capsule your astronaut team discovers an intelligent life form that seems to be a little too attached to you.

Word count: 2,032

Chapters: | one | two | three | four |

A/n: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Thank you for reading <3

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“Data log: entry number 3,

I will now begin to conduct different tests on this creature. First, I will attempt to feed it plants." You take hold of the tongs to your right and tear a piece of kale off. Slowly you begin to lift the glass covering of the creature's enclosure. Placing the kale into its space, you begin to observe any movements that the creature makes.

"The creature seemed to be indifferent toward the plant, I will now begin testing live feeding." You glance over to the mouse that you have.

"Sorry mouse, your death won't be in vain." You gently lift the mouse from its tank and place it with the creature, quickly shutting the lid. With a curious glint in your eyes, you begin to observe its eating habits.

The first thing you notice is how the creature seems to open up—as if it's blooming. Slowly the appendages sprouting from the center wrap around the mouse, each movement slow and meticulous. Once the appendage is completely wrapped around the middle of the mouse, the creature fully blossoms. White glowing ethereal light floods your vision and as if you were in a trance, you cannot look away. The mouse squeals as its body is being melted. With no blood being congealed, everything flows from the mouse into the center of the creature's flower. A buzzing feeling takes over your mind, and you are completely unable to think. All you can do now is just observe.

The mouse is no longer struggling; it's become paralyzed. You feel like the mouse, trapped in your own head, unable to move or make a sound. Strangely, you don't feel any panic; your will to fight is completely taken over. It was only when the creature finished that you came back to your senses. Thank god for the camera recording.

Turning toward your monitor, you watch the video of the feeding. After taking down notes, you proceed to finish your data log, shaking a little as you do.

"The closed lily shape on the creature opens to what seems to be a flower shape. Each of the 'petals' on the creature has razor-sharp, shark-like teeth. On the end of each 'petal' there are hooked teeth that attach to its prey. The center of the flower has a circle of teeth with a glowing center. In fact, it seems as though there is a smaller flower inside of the middle containing a glowing—almost blinding—light. I have deduced that this light may have hypnotic abilities. When feeding, the creature seems to completely wrap around its prey, secreting paralytic venom and venom that completely melts the prey. The creature then sucks the blood and meat from the prey like a vacuum." Ending your data log, you turn towards the creature, It’s completely closed now.

"…" You have no idea how to feel about this. It's amazing what the capabilities of the creature are; however, the hypnosis poses a serious threat. Deciding to stop thinking about it, you walk out of the capsule, triple-checking the locks.

Walking into the common area, you spot David. Quickly running up to him you began to excitingly tell him your discoveries.

"Oh my God, David, that creature is insane. I mean, the way it feeds on animals, holy shit. It literally melts flesh, do you know how crazy that is?? I also am beginning to believe it can hypnotize—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. What do you mean by melt flesh?" David, extremely concerned, cuts your insane rambling short with a very valid question.

"Is that thing even safe to have on board?" He seems to be full of valid questions actually.

"It's literally sealed; we'll be fine. Anyway, to answer your question, it literally made it so that the mouse couldn't congeal its own blood. It effectively just turned the mouse into soup." David gives you the craziest look in existence. If he were to strain his eye any more to the side, you think it would go to the back of his head.

"Um…" David says, scrunching his eyebrows even further.

"Cool, right?" you reply with a goofy smile planted on your face.

"If by cool you mean terrifying, then yes, very cool," David says, giving a nervous laugh.

"What are you two talking about?" Whipping your head over, you see Isla walking into the common room, giving you a scrutinizing look.

"Our Researcher made some new discoveries on the resident alien." Poor, sweet David is the one who has to speak up to the witch.

"Gross, please refrain from talking about that thing in my vicinity," Isla says, then walks out of the shared common room, bumping into your shoulder while doing so.

"Who pissed in her cereal?" you mutter before turning back to face David.

"So, are ya gonna name it?" David asks, giving you a curious look. You've thought about naming it before because saying the word 'creature' over and over again has been getting old. So, you already have a pretty good namein mind.

"Yeah, I was thinking about the name Gabriel." The main reason for this was how the creature looked; its white glowing light and flowing beauty gave it the attributes of an angel. So, it was only right that you named it after one.

"Odd name for an alien space thing, but okay," David says, getting up from his seat.

"Anyway, I'm going to go hit the hay. See ya later, girly." David turns and walks to his part of the living quarters.

"Goodnight, David," you yell out.

You make your way into your living quarters placing your recording device on your bedside table. Slowly you began to drift off into sleep.

You awake in a panic, loud alarms pierce your eardrums. Quickly you cover your ears.

"What's going on…" you say, not even being able to hear yourself over the alarms. Hell, you can't even hear your own thoughts over the alarms. In a hurry, you rush over to the capsule; you have a suspicion that's where the alarms originated from.

"What happened?" You yell over the alarms. To your right, you see Isla disabling them with David right next to her. The tank that held Gabriel looks wrong, almost.

"I have no idea. I walked in here to see Isla tampering with things," David replies after helping Isla shut off the alarm system.

"Isla, what did you do?" you ask, not trying to sound accusatory.

"I… I don't know. All I remember is that I was walking around the station until I saw that thing. There was blinding white light and now I'm here." You feel bad for her; the hypnosis that Gabriel can induce is no joke. You give her an empathetic look.

"When I walked in here, she looked pretty out of it, almost like a zombie," David says, backing up her words.

"I knew this could happen, but I never thought it could be this strong…"

"What?" David says, eyeing you.

"Remember last night when we were talking about how Gabriel feeds?"

"You named it??" Isla loudly exclaims, looking disgusted.

"Yeah," David replies to you, ignoring Isla's words.

"Gabriel is able to hypnotize its prey," you try to explain.

"You mean it was trying to eat Isla?" David asks, looking horrified. Gabriel trying to hypnotize Isla for food is probably not the best conclusion, but it could be one.

"Maybe," you reply.

"Maybe?? Fucking maybe?? My life could be in jeopardy and all you can muster up is a maybe?" Isla says, screaming at you, getting closer to your face.

"Isla, none of us know anything about Gabriel—" you try to explain.

"Stop fucking calling that thing Gabriel!" Isla spits out, shoving you as she does so. Regaining your composure, you try to explain to Isla that eating her was most likely not the reason.

"None of us know anything about it. So, there could be a chance that it wasn't trying to eat you but rather trying to escape. Look, you are much larger than Gabriel, so most likely it won't see you as prey." At this point, your breathing is heavy and your fists are balled.

"So let's just calm down and get you checked up," you say with a strained smile, trying your best to keep a calm demeanor.

"I don't need to be checked up on by someone like you." Isla walks out of the room, once again bumping into your shoulder—it seems to be a new favorite thing for her to do.

Okay.

Ouch.

For once in a very long time, Isla's comment dug deep. You took immense pride in your schooling and your ability to help, so for her to just blatantly tell you she doesn't want your help actually made you feel some type of way.

You shake your head, now that she’s gone you can check up on Gabriel.

"You probably want to leave and lock the door while I'm doing this," you tell David. He nods, walks out of the room, making sure to shut and lock the door.

Walking over to Gabriel's enclosure, you see that the lid is slightly off. When Isla was under the trance, she must have opened the lid before snapping out of it when the alarms turned on. You take a mouse out of its tank to test whether or not Gabriel is hurt.

The mouse goes up to Gabriel, nudging it a little before wandering around the enclosure. Something must be wrong. You take a long probe tool and poke at one of Gabriel's appendages; nothing happens. You deduce that the high concentration of oxygen in the air must have shocked Gabriel's senses. Before, when you were feeding him in a controlled environment, you made sure that the air and pressure were as close as possible to how it would be on Grannus. That was not the case when Isla opened the glass.

With your head lying low, you continue to observe Gabriel. Suddenly, Gabriel begins to move. One of the appendages on it curls ever so slightly, as if Gabriel is beckoning you to come closer. And closer you go.

With your face pressed up against the glass, you watch the flower structure on Gabriel open once again. Quickly, you look away. Seemingly annoyed by this, Gabriel hits one of its appendages against the glass. Jumping a little, you turn your head away and leave the capsule.

Triple-checking the locks, you move towards your monitor. You watch as a feed of Gabriel is displayed. Honestly, you feel really bad for Gabriel; the poor thing didn't ask to be tested on or to be in a glass box. Deciding to turn off the feed, you head back to your room.

This was your first mistake.

David got a little too curious and decided to check out Gabriel on his own. Seeing that you were asleep, he crept into the capsule. Immediately, he turned his head to Gabriel. The flower on it was closed, so David didn't feel threatened. However, that quickly changed. The flower opened with such rapidness that David couldn't do anything to fight off the hypnosis. It was over.

Earlier that night, when David and Isla were turning off the alarm system, it caused it to stop working. So, there was nothing to pull David back out.

With a reaching hand, David slowly pulled the glass casing off. Shakily, David's hand scooped up Gabriel, bringing Gabriel right up to his face. Gabriel's appendages wrapped around David's wrist and hand. Gradually, an appendage reached for David's neck. Wrapping around David's neck, Gabriel crawled up until it was attached to the back of David's head. Gabriel then sunk every single one of its teeth into David.

David could feel his consciousness fading away. He was no longer himself; every thought, dream, or aspiration he ever had melted away. All David was now was a host, a puppet for Gabriel.

The only feature of Gabriel you didn't catch was how he had the ability to take control over a host. When Gabriel sunk his teeth into David, he released enough venom to completely melt David's brain, effectively taking David over.

[1x20]

sometimes i see posts that are like "oh nooooo dean's in the enclosure 😭 that's so sad he only has a couple twigs and rocks to entertain him 😭" and i'm like brother he's the one who put himself in there. i try to let him out but he refuses to even breathe the air when i open the lid

[gallusrostromegalus]

I'd been meaning to ask about if Hanatarou had any role in AEIWAM, because I'm an incurable minor character lover and still apparently very fond of him even though it's been upwards of a decade since my Bleach fixation. And then I see you mentioned him in a post and I am activated! I'd love to hear more about him in AEIWAM if you want to share 👀

One afternoon, Retsu Unohana noticed a strange ant crossing her desk.

It was a slow afternoon- the calm before the return of the 11th division from New Recruit Boot Camp and the annual 4th division game of "Match the limbs!" began.

She sat up and leaned in to examine the ant- the 4th division is kept PRISTINE by no small dint of effort and interlopers are Most Unwelcome. This foreign contaminant was rather puzzling, however. It appeared to be a Highly Carnivorous Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ant, somewhat famous for not living anywhere but Izumo Island.

"What are you doing in my office?" She interrogated the Ant. She may have been engaged in some light chemical alteration to deal with the frustration of having her favorite stress-reliever out of town while he was running New Recruit Boot Camp.

The ant, being an ant, failed to respond, save to wave it's little antennae and continuing on it's search for fleshmeats to bring back to the colony.

...Return to the colony... Retsu considered, and a flash of inspiration struck. Very carefully, she extracted a small slice of hot dog from the commisary's wednesday lunch of "Beanie Weenies" and places it in the ant's path. As she had hoped, the ant located the hot dog piece by the subtle sensory method of walking into it face-first, examined it to determine it's acceptability as a food source, and then hefted the hot dog slice over it's head, and made an about-face, returning from whence it came.

Grabbing a laser pointer, Retsu followed.

Seeing the captain slowly walking up the hall, hunched over and watching something with intent was hardly the strangest thing to happen in the fourth, and being told "Move aside, I'm tracking a problem" while she drew a laser-light circle around the insect in question was downright understandable, and so she was left to stalk in peace.

Eventually, the ant disappeared under the door of a Broom closet. It was a Perfectly Ordinary Broom closet, just off the Neonatal wing, and utterly unremarkable, save for the handwritten sign on the door:

"DANGER! VENOMOUS ANIMALS! KEEP OUT!!"

The sign was illustrated with remarkably good drawings of snakes, spiders and wasps.

"Hm." Said Restu, considering the closet's proximity to the Seireitei's tiniest and most helpless infants. "Not Ideal."

Carefully, she tried the door.

It was locked, at least.

Slightly less carefully, she rattled the knob until the ancient pin-tumbler inside rattled open, and then she more carefully opened the door.

When a cobra failed to leap out and bite her in the face, she reached in and turned on the light.

Inside was a fascinating little gem of zoology. Easily Twenty terrariums had been crammed into the tiny closet, filled with meticulously cared-for venomous animals of every shape, size and persuasion. Near the door were the Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ants, gleefully examining and disassembling the Hot dog slice, whose terrarium lid seemed to have been bumped askew by the door at some point. After watching another sentry return, she pushed the lid closed with a snap, before turning her attention to the rest of the Menagerie of Pain.

Whoever had assembled the collection had organized them by care needs- the room had a Hot and Cold side each, as well as Dark and Bright sides, and the animals that needed dry enclosures were at the top, getting progressively damper until the aquariums at the bottom. And so many splendid creatures! Klein-Bottle-Web Spiders! Barking Scorpions!

"...Is that a Sea-Cave Remipede? I didn't know those could be kept in captivity!" Retsu blinked in surprise. Minazuki emerged, fluttering as she peered into the aquariums- and down here-! Orange-cubed octopi! and good grief are those Horned Sea Snails? Brave man whoever keeps these- they have to be hand-fed and if the snail decides to dart his finger instead of the feeder fish he's a goner.

"Never mind that, he's got half the Elapid family up here-" Retsu said, standing on her toes before getting on top of the folding chair in the middle of the room. "Look at that! Morel Snakes, Farter's Sea snake, a Queen Cobra- and this tank's got Vipers- good grief where did he even GET a Lance-de-Fer?"

Look at these things, the look like little plastic toys, or candies! Minazuki chortled as the tank of brightly colored frogs. The devil is this? A ...Pitohui?

The Apparently-Venomous bird whistled at her, intrigued but not alarmed. Something in The Big Tank at the back of the closet splashed, and both Doctor and Zanpaktou turned their attention to it

"A turtle?" Retsu pondered, for the size and shape of the amphibious enclosure, but once her eyes adjusted to the tanks dim light, she and Minazuki stood there for several silent minutes, watching the strange creature paddle about, digging it's beak into the mud at the bottom of it's tank for worms, and surfacing to breathe and rake the long claws of it's webbed feet through its... fur.

..It looks fake. Minazuki finally said, bewildered. I'm watching it move and eat and swim and it looks fake, like some badly taxidermied curio meant to swindle tourists.

"-Not some strange spirit made flesh then?" Retsu said, squinting at the label in the corner of the tank. "Ornithorhynchus paradoxus- it sure is!" She laughed.

Well? What should we do about this? Minazuki waved a flipper to indicate the entire zoo. I'm not sure if we should promote their keeper for his dedication to the study of venom, or if we should fire him for putting his lab next to the neonatal ward.

"Let's see what he has to say for himself." Decided Retsu, moving the folding chair to the middle of the room, re-locking the door, turning the light off, and sitting down.

...You always were one for Dramatics. Sighed Minazuki, settling on the floor beside her and waiting, eye wide in gleeful anticipation

She did not have to wait long before there was the sound of someone running up the stairs, panting, and a carabiner of keys jingling, the door being unlocked and a small, moderately disheveled and scatterbrained-looking young man stepped in, apologizing for being late he couldn't find his boss anywhere-

"-so I had to submit the paperwork for all the research I've been doing with you guys to the drop-box which is hidden on the 7th floor next to urology for some reason but I'm here now and I've got nice juicy crickets and mice for-"

He flicked on the light to find his aforementioned boss sitting in a folding chair, waiting for him like some kind of fucked up ghost.

"-UNOHANA-TAICHO!?"

She regarded his appropriately terrified visage for a moment. "...Yamada, right?"

The young man nodded mutely, still frozen like a better-taxidermied-than-whatever-the-thing-behind-her-was rabbit. "Y- Yes Ma'am. Um. Captain. I'm Hanataro Yamada. Sir."

"...I'll take a cricket, but after you explain what the hell this is." She decided.

"Oh!" he yelped, startled to still be alive. "Well- uh- I actually just submitted the paperwork for the research permissions for this upstairs but the thing is, see, venom is, well, are- they're all terribly biologically active substances, and I was reading your research paper you submitted for your seated officer's proposal about toxic plants and the medicines that could be derived from them because so many medicines are really just poisons, dosed between "fatal to the problem" and "fatal to the patient", and um- well I thought, that's got to be doubly true of venomous animals because venom is meant to cause profound chemical reactions in other animals, so I figured if I could extract, analyze and isolate specific compounds, that there's a lot of new potential drugs and cures lurking in these creature like, um- oh, uh, the Vipers up there kill their prey primarily through the use of fast-acting anticoagulants, which have potential applications in heart disease cures, but the Klein-Bottle-Web spiders work with fast-acting coagulants, produced in the same glands as their silk, so I was hoping to develop bandages that can stop bleeding on a chemical level as well. And- oh! these Sea-cave Remipedes can cause intense hallucinations, which is not ideal when you're scuba-diving in a cave to find them but in smaller doses, it looks like the compounds they produce act as anti-psychotics, and um- oh yeah, the little butter frogs- the yellow ones- yeah, the venom they excrete has got a ton of really interesting anti-inflammatory properties and the bird up there excretes a mild neuroinhibitor and the Platypus- It's an extremely primitive mammal, even moreso than marsupials, and the males- that one is Billy, for Billabong- um, bad pun, don't worry about it-um, it's got these venomous spurs on his hind legs that produce a venom that is a Neuro-enhancer, of all things, as well as a host of anti-microbial compounds that STING if he gets a kick in, but apparently they really only produce them during mating season so I may have to get him a sheila- that's what the guide said the females were called- and. Um. Yeah. That's. Well, I was hoping to get a research grant so I could keep them somewhere a little more secure. and. not right next to the neonatal ward." he sputtered.

Retsu watched him blankly for a second, then held out her hand, expectant.

Yamada looked down at her hand, confused, then, remembering their earlier conversation, cautiously opened up the plastic tub he was clutching and delicately placed a single cricket in her open palm.

Without hesitation, she popped it in her mouth, the crunching audible in the awkward silence of the room as she made up her mind.

"Seventh-Seat Maomao is retiring later this year, and I will need a new Toxicologist." She declared. "If you've been hand-feeding the horned snails, you're brave enough for the job, and if you've figured out a different method, you're smart enough for it. I want all of this packed up and in level 4 Secure onditions by morning, Doctor Yamada." she nodded.

"Th- thank you taicho!" he yelped, Billy The Platypus splashing excitedly. "I look forward to your work, Hanataro." She smiled, and the boy very nearly fainted.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

What's the absolute dumbest thing one of your snakes has ever done? Like, you look at them and go 'how have you even survived this long' levels of dumb? Or 'man, you're lucky I love you' levels of dumb? Because I love snakes. I do. But they make bad life choices so often.

Ohh man. This is now a callout post for my idiot snakes.

Miriam the ball python: gets too excited at food time so she snaps at the feeding tongs and scares herself and we have to postpone eating for a few minutes so she can calm down. This happens like once a month.

Fucking Fred the ball python: regularly pops the lid off his humidity box because he just. Cannot figure out where the entrance hole is. I made the hole as big as I possibly could for him and he just cannot find it. He can get in fine, but to get out he has to like press himself against the lid until it just pops off. It's ridiculous.

Stede the Trans Pecos ratsnake: is both the clumsiest ratsnake I've ever met and absurdly overconfident in his climbing skills. I've had to give him softer substrate because he kept climbing all the way up to the top of his branches and then falling down and I was worried he'd break a rib. I wound up putting climbing shelves in his enclosure because he kept trying to support his entire body weight on a skinny branch and he'd scare himself when he fell down.

Wonambi the Children's python: loves to hang upside-down from the branches in her enclosure like some kind of sentient stalagtite. Then she stretches too far towards the ground and falls down.

Ed the Mexican black kingsnake: regularly tries to eat his water dish and gets, like, really frustrated when it doesn't work.

Viago the California kingsnake: when he was a tiny baby, he liked to climb up the wires of his temperature and humidity probes. He's too heavy to do that now, but he hasn't forgotten that he used to be able to, so I sometimes just hear the soft thwap of him trying to climb the wires and just slapping himself against the wall.

AJ the rainbow boa: loves to burrow under his water dish. This isn't a problem, I keep his substrate super deep there so he can. The problem is when he gets excited he'll un-burrow himself at the speed of light and slosh water everywhere and then be like ":0 why am I so wet"

Heskel the boa constrictor: absolutely HAS to eat first on his feeding day because if he smells the other snakes getting food and has to wait, he'll get way too excited and try to leap out of his enclosure and that's just not fun for anyone

Sirius the western hognose: tries to eat the walls of his enclosure during mealtimes. Every. Single. Time. He's lucky he's adorable because there is nothing going on upstairs.

And my absolute favorite:

Bentley the boa constrictor: a few months ago I gave him a few quail chicks as a treat, and what we usually do is I let him strike and coil one and then I put the others down in his enclosure for him to find. He ate the first one no problem, and then started looking for the others. He found one, smelled it, looked like he was about to eat it - and then gently, slowly, opened his mouth and just stuck his face in the substrate. He was fine, he spat the substrate out and found the rest of his food, but...man.

[evolutiononthebrain]

the eyes thing (it’s hot, right?)

It’s odd Tango even notices; to be honest, he doesn’t pay much attention to Grian’s eyes. He knows the basics of Grian’s eyes - so dark they’re almost black, but sometimes in the right lighting they look uncomfortably bright and purple, for some reason.

But Tango himself has bright, fiery red eyes that Jimmy has said look like they have flames dancing in them, so who is he to judge?

And like he said, he doesn’t pay much attention to Grian’s eyes, anyway. But he’s bored, aimlessly looking around trying to find something to catch his attention. And Grian is the first thing to capture it.

He’s sitting on the branch of a tree; it seems that you can take the wings off the avian, but you couldn’t quite get rid of the instincts. He’d climbed it about an hour ago, and now that Tango was really paying attention, it looked like he’d become a statue.

He hadn’t moved in the hour Tango had been lazing around his base. Tango followed his line of sight, which looked to be the only thing that wasn’t frozen still. His eyes jumped every so often, flicking from left to center to left and then all the way to the right.

Glancing about to see what Grian could be so lazer-focused on, Tango quickly came to the, in retrospect, rather obvious realization that Grian had been staring at Scar. The man, dressed in a zookeeper’s finest, was tending to the Jellies, feeding them bamboo and affectionately rubbing their bellies.

It would’ve made for a, sickeningly, sweet and relatively domestic scene. A man watching his lover tend to his pets, in a general sense a rather cute picture to imagine. But the closer Tango inspected, the more he saw the flaws of the photo.

Grian was staring, watching, yes… But he never turned his head, didn’t twitch a muscle. His mouth wasn’t in a sweet, fond grin, it was a flat, straight line that didn’t portray a hint of emotion. He wasn’t comfortably leaned up against a wall, or the tree, with his arms crossed and eyes half-lidded to avoid burning them in the sun; he was perched like a stone gargoyle on a branch, dark eyes open wide and watching, never once blinking.

The more Tango noticed, the more uncomfortable he became. He cleared his throat, unintentionally interrupting Scar’s adoring cooing to his Jellies. Scar looked up, but Grian didn’t even flinch. If his eyes weren’t moving so perfectly to follow Scar’s every movement, Tango could’ve maybe been convinced he was just asleep.

“You alright, Tango?”

Tango hesitantly looked over at Scar, nodding. “Yeah, I’m good. Think I’m gonna head out, though.” He said, slowly moving up from his spot relaxing in the grass, against the wall of the Jellie enclosure.

“Oh!” Scar said, nodding, “Sure, let me walk you out.” He put away the bamboo, that he still somehow had more of, into his inventory and dusted off his clothes.

He turned to Grian, still unflinchingly watching from the tree. “I’ll be right back, Gri.” Scar said loudly, though it was unlikely Grian wouldn’t have heard, only being a few feet away.

But Scar didn’t turn around. Not for an entire minute, until Grian slowly seemed to wake up from whatever trance he’d been in. “…okay.” He said haltingly, blinking slowly.

With a satisfied nod, Scar finally turned around and started walking toward Tango. Tango quickly let himself be taken through the gate of the Jellie enclosure and to the edge of their plot of land.

He paused, unable to help himself. “Did you see what Grian was doing back there?” Tango asked, “Staring at you? He wasn’t even blinking.” He said. He resisted the urge to shudder; it probably wasn’t polite to shiver with fear about your friend’s, probably harmless, soulmate.

Scar hummed, nodding. A small grin overtook his face. “I know,” He said, almost dreamy, “It’s so hot. He watches me like a hawk.” Scar said.

It’s a fitting analogy, although Tango is certain Scar is thinking that the idea of a hawk stalking its prey before hunting and killing it is a lot sexier than Tango is. He nodded slowly, “Sure, man.” He said, blinking, dumbfounded, at the man before him.

“Well, have a safe trip home, Tango!” Scar said, waving a bit as he rushes back to the safety of their cake-looking base and the Jellie enclosure, back to the watchful, stalking gaze of his owl-hawk soulmate.

Trying to remind himself that he shouldn’t be surprised by Grian’s behavior, or Scar’s… less than normal reaction, Tango started walking back home to his ranch, to see his perfectly normal rancher.

//i genuinely might write a full-fledged fanfic about this idea cuz i think its So interesting and i love the implications (+ Listener! Jimmy with this idea?? UGH!! i love it!)

also i have my own watcher & listener headcanons and ‘lore’ so if ur confused about smth just lmk and i’ll try to clear things up!//

[allamericanfinalgirl]

talkin’ nonsense.

LOV3 L3TT3RS - part one 💌

word count (3-4k)❣️(TW: Smut)

-

Juno winced as the harsh early morning sunlight shone on her face. ‘Where am I?’ She looked down at the tanned arm stretched across her lower back, following the toned muscle up to a broad shoulder connected to a slender neck and a defined, scruff covered jawline.

Admiring the man’s side profile with his glasses balanced precariously on his sharp nose, Juno’s memories from the night before returned: the red velvet cake, espresso martinis and whiskey neat, a hand rubbing her inner thigh, and a ruined dress.

Joshua.

That was his name.

Juno winced as she carefully slipped underneath Joshua’s arm and eased herself off of his broad chest.

‘He’s cute when he’s sleeping.’ Juno thought as she silently crept around Joshua’s passed out frame sprawled across the couch, his cheek cutely pressed against the couch arm.

Juno slipped into the bathroom, snooping in Joshua’s cabinets, finding vitamins and health supplements, Advil, and a prescription for an anxiety medication.

Swishing Joshua’s Listerine in her mouth, Juno hummed to herself while tying her hair into a messy bun and wiping away the makeup from the night before.

Opening Joshua’s fridge, Juno grinned when she found a stack of tupperwares with ‘FROM MUMMY’ written in sharpie across the tape covered lid, helping herself and taking a bottle of water and a mango spear from another container.

Juno munched on the mango spear and sipping water before taking one of Joshua’s Advil’s as she observed the pictures on Joshua’s fridge door; Joshua in a Harvard graduation gown, arm in arm with an older couple, his parents. ‘God Bless your Dad’s genetics.’ She thought with a little grin, seeing where Joshua’s good looks came from.

Her gaze landed on a recent photo of Joshua at a zoo enclosure with whom Juno presumed was his now ex-girlfriend, Emma.

From the state of the apartment, someone was moving out, and it wasn’t Joshua.

Tearing a Post-it note from its pad, Juno wrote, ‘email me for your clothes back. thnx 4 everything. J.J.’ and added her email address, adorning it with hearts before reapproaching Joshua’s passed-out figure.

Holding her breath, Juno stuck the Post-It note on Joshua’s forehead, impressed when he didn’t move. ‘Heavy sleeper.’ She took out her lip balm and dabbed her lips before bending to give Joshua a featherlight kiss.

Admiring her work, Juno slung her heels over her shoulder and blew a kiss to a dead-asleep Joshua, humming happily to herself as she closed his apartment door with a barely there ‘click.’

A blonde woman passed Juno in the hall as she was leaving Joshua’s apartment.

The woman paused, looking Juno up and down.

‘Emma.’ Juno recognized Joshua’s ex-girlfriend from the picture in his kitchen and panicked. ‘I’m wearing her ex-boyfriend’s clothes.’

Juno felt Emma’s eyes on her as she picked up the pace, running barefoot down the hall in Joshua’s grey t-shirt and plaid sweatpants with her heels clacking loudly together in her clenched fist.

Emma entered Joshua’s apartment with the hidden key under his placemat while looking over her shoulder at the mystery woman. “Joshua? Why is that woman wearing your clothes?“

Joshua sat upright from the couch, looking down in confusion because he had fallen asleep with a woman on his chest, and now she was gone.

“Oh. That’s what she was doing here,” Emma gestured angrily to the heart-adorned sticky note pasted to Joshua’s forehead along with a lip gloss mark on the side of his mouth.

The dress and bra sticking out of the garbage only made things look worse

“Are you hungover?” Joshua peeled the sticky note off his forehead and crumpled it in his fist and tossing it on the floor while Emma interrogated him. “We fought, and in one night you already have her of all people sleeping over?”

Joshua had a splitting headache, trying to make sense of where the mystery girl had gone. “Can we both take a moment?” He gagged, whiskey neat rearing its ugly head.

Joshua caught the lip gloss mark on his face in the window pane’s reflection, too hungover to argue with Emma. “I’m going to get breakfast. Take the time you need to pack your things and leave your keys when you’re done.”

“You don’t even want to talk this out?” Emma was in disbelief by Joshua’s nonchalance, expecting him to beg for a fresh start, but it seemed as if he was already in the stages of moving on. “You’re giving up on us?”

Joshua blinked in surprise, taken aback. “I’m not the one who wanted to ‘go back in time,’ Emma.” His voice rose to a shout, and he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop himself. “I’m sorry. But I’m not the one who gave up on us. That was you.”

Tears streamed down Emma’s face, and Joshua hated it, but the image of Emma having sex with another man hurt even more.

Putting in his ear buds, Joshua was too upset to concentrate on his choice of music, wanting something to block out the anxious voices in his head as he angrily tapped his phone screen until music played, stomping down the street to his favorite café.

A familiar voice came through his earbuds. Joshua tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and caught himself on a tourist passing by.

Joshua winced apologetically and dove into his coffee shop and ordered his usual chai with oat milk.

Scrambling for his phone to find the song in his music queue when it ended, an image of the woman from the night before filled Joshua’s screen.

Perfectly coiffed, shiny, black hair. The biggest, brown, and glossy doe eyes that Joshua had ever seen. Rich, brown skin accentuated by a summer tan and a red dress that hugged her frame; Juno J.

Based on the articles that Joshua poured over in the coffee shop, Juno was a child actress turned pop star.

After Juno’s contract with the company that gave Juno her big break had ended, she took a four-year gap to go to college and major in music production.

Juno had recently begun releasing raunchy, cheekily worded pop songs that were garnering her lots of acclaim for a promising career in music.

Red, Valentine’s Day-esque hearts were Juno’s primary aesthetic. Joshua had already stepped up to stalking Juno’s social media presence, finding her pages littered with her red hearts, and began to connect dots in his head.

Returning to his apartment, Joshua found himself relieved but sad Emma’s presence had been stripped from his home. Nearly two years of a relationship, gone in a matter of hours.

Exhausted from the previous night and the morning’s events, Joshua sighed and sat down on his couch, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face in his hands.

A skittering noise made Joshua look down to find the Post-It note he had crumpled that morning. It was littered with red hearts.

Diving to the floor, Joshua smoothed out the Post-It note on the edge of his coffee table, laughing as he read it.

-

“Guess I’ll end this life alone.”

Juno J. toyed with the strings of her bikini top, shrugging and sipping on her Sangria. “He probably figured out who I was and got too intimidated.” She replied while sunbathing poolside with her best friend, British pop star Saira Kapoor.

Saira’s interest was piqued; her friend had not entertained the thought of a new boyfriend since her most recent break-up with a tennis player, a disagreement over lifestyles they could not overcome. “Don’t be dramatic.” She swiped a chip through the dip bowl floating in a tray beside them her the pool. “I know you’re lonely, but you should be content with being by yourself, J.”

“I am not dramatic,” Juno replied haughtily, crossing her arms over her red gingham bikini top. “These are just thoughts passing through.”

“I checked it out and he had a big apartment.” Juno grinned and fluffed her shiny, black hair. “Among other things, I bet.” She slid her red sunglasses down the bridge of her pierced nose and stuck her tongue out.

“Snoopy.” Saira replied, pushing down her black sunglasses as well and arching a dark brow. “You’re gonna get in trouble for that one day, Juno.” She teased, flicking a few water droplets on her tan skin. “So, you only remember his name was Joshua and he’s British?”

This was a very broad description and Juno could not find his presence on social media though she spent the whole morning hungover and repeatedly searching ‘Joshua. British. Hot. Desi.’ on her laptop.

Juno was about to reply when her phone interrupted their conversation. “Hello?” She sat upright when her manager’s voice came through on the line. “A meeting?”

Grabbing her flip-flops, Juno ran for Saira’s pool house. “I think I forgot I had a meeting today!” She pulled on her jeans and grabbed her car keys; Saira was right behind her with shorts on as well.

“Come with?” Juno unclipped her hair from its twist and gave her friend a pout. “Something last minute about a campaign for a dating app.”

Agreeing to go, Saira and Juno got in her car and sped for the office building where the meeting took place inside. “As CEO, I have decided we should aim to target our female audience. Promote their pleasure and needs.”

Juno and Saira traded a look at what the rather attractive voice behind the conference room door described.

“Who’s the cute boy with the thick accent?” Juno whispered to Saira, recognition crossing the CEO’s handsome features as he turned to greet her.

“Mysterious Woman.” Joshua grinned stupidly, thankful for his strings of connections that got him a meeting with Juno. “Faring well after last night?”

“Can’t send an email?” Juno shot back with an arched brow, realizing there was no meeting she had forgotten and Joshua must have finally gotten a clue as to who she really was.

Joshua rubbed the back of his neck, blushing hard under the judgmental gaze of not only Juno, but one of her best friends and Britpop star, Saira Kapoor. “I looked up who you were and...”

Juno nodded to Saira; They both had anticipated this.

“Hm,” Juno bit her thumb, looking Joshua up and down; checking out his crisp, white button-up, fitted, black trousers paired with a matching blazer. ‘I can work with this.’ She thought with a sly grin. ‘I’ll let you boss me around.’

Joshua, ever the gentleman, averted his eyes from Juno’s still-soaked bikini top that clung to her sun tanned skin during their meeting.

This time Juno was in a pair of unbuttoned jeans that showed off a belly button piercing.

Juno approached Joshua again when they finished their meeting. “Well. It sounds like I’m your first spokeswoman.”

Joshua grinned stupidly and shook Juno’s hand in agreement. “My people will send your people the details.” He watched Juno’s hips sway as she linked arms with Saira, looking over their shoulders at him, giggling and whispering to each other the entire time.

Waiting until he was alone in the parking garage, Joshua whooped and hit the side of the driver's side door in excitement, accidentally setting off his car’s panic alarm. “Oh, shit-“ He quickly turned it off and got in his car before someone saw him.

“Oh, shit.” Joshua stared at Juno’s email address in silence before typing, ‘Come over tomorrow with some pitches for the ad?’

Joshua heard his phone go off but waited until he got home, showered, ate, and was in bed before opening his inbox. ‘whatever you want, boss 💌 -J.J.’

Throwing his phone on the bed and burying his face in his pillows with a stupid grin, Joshua pretended it was not his phone he was holding but instead Juno’s hand.

-

‘how long do i have to wait before i bring out the fuzzy pink handcuffs?’ Juno texted Saira on the way to Joshua’s apartment to discuss advertisement concepts for his dating app.

“Hi!” Juno grinned and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Joshua’s cheek and leave a red lip stain, letting herself in with a heart-shaped gift bag. “To celebrate our partnership.”

Joshua put a hand over his heart, flattered.

Opening the gift bag, Joshua found tucked inside was his t-shirt and sweatpants that he had lent to Juno, and a travel size bottle shot of whiskey. “For old time's sake,” Juno explained with a teasing grin as she made herself right at home in Joshua’s apartment.

“Thank you, Juno. Very thoughtful.” Joshua grinned and rested his hip against the kitchen counter. “Now, any ideas for what you and I should do?”

Juno grinned at the choice of words between the two of them, stretching out on Joshua’s couch, rolling onto her stomach, and kicking her socked feet back and forth.

Humming thoughtfully, Juno twirled her curled, shiny, black locks between her long and slender brown fingers, looking up at Joshua with innocent brown eyes and parted glossy lips. “How about something like...”

Joshua watched the tip of Juno’s tongue run across her full bottom lip, and he groaned inwardly as he watched a gold, heart-shaped locket dangle on a chain between Juno’s cleavage.

“Sign up now, and you could come right on me.” Juno feigned a gasp, covering her mouth. “I mean, we could have really good camaraderie!”

It crept back—that same tense heat from the night in Joshua’s bathroom when he was standing between Juno’s legs.

“Stay in my good graces, Josh.” Juno mimed holding him at imaginary gunpoint with her index finger and thumb when Joshua’s gaze lingered too long. “It’s bad for business if you’re not.”

Joshua wanted to know what punishment that would earn him, but he had to remind himself that this was still a professional work meeting. “I like it. Clever, cheeky.”

Even if Juno was stretched out on his couch in tiny red short shorts and a see-through white tank top with no bra underneath.

Juno noticed Joshua was practically hunched over his kitchen counter, sweating bullets. She gave Joshua a sweet smile and gathered her things. “I have a dance class, but I’ll see you bright and early at the shoot tomorrow morning, boss?”

Joshua gave Juno a pained smile, nodding and bidding her farewell before groaning and hiding his face in his arms.

Though he was ashamed to admit it, Joshua would be lying if he said that whatever it was he felt for Juno, he had never felt this way even at his very best with Emma.

The fact Juno seemed to already know she had Joshua under her thumb only made matters worse.

-

The set was something out of Juno’s fantasy bedroom: shaggy red carpets, sheer heart-patterned curtains, a four-poster canopy bed with heart-shaped pillows, a fluffy cashmere red comforter, and a vanity set with various beauty products and perfumes for Juno to play with.

“You did all of this?” Juno gaped at the set design, climbing onto the bed and sitting back with her hands splayed across her spread thighs, grinning up at Joshua. “What if I said that you were a mastermind?”

Joshua rocked back on his heels and grinned, bashful underneath the shower of Juno’s compliments as she ooh’d and ahh’ed at the set design, something out of an seventies girlie flick.

“Do you like?” A lingerie brand sponsored Juno’s clothing for the ad; she wore a pale peachy tube top with a matching pair of high waisted boy shorts.

The singer showed off cream colored stocking covered legs to Joshua as if Juno were a doll he could purchase at the mall.

The stretchy and sheer material Juno’s top strained against her chest as she arched her back to gaze up at Joshua with her glossy brown eyes.

What Joshua wanted to say was not appropriate in front of the camera people and various staff gathered on set for the ad campaign shoot.

“You’re exactly who this ad needed,” Joshua replied dumbly, pretending to answer a phone call to hide how flustered he had become.

“You’re talkin’ nonsense.” Juno winked at Joshua as she tossed her shiny black hair over her tan shoulder. “But you’re right. I am.”

After an hour of photography, the crew broke for lunch, leaving Juno and Joshua alone in the bedroom set.

Juno played with the little purple bows of her bikini bottoms while quietly humming to herself, sipping on a juice box while she waited for production to resume. “So…” She looked up at Joshua through her thick, dark lashes. “…Any plans after this, J?”

Joshua shrugged, noncommittal, but knew it was time to make his move if he was picking up what Juno was signaling. “Take a bath, order food. Fall asleep to a documentary.” He was actually quite fond of this routine, it just wasn’t very fun to be alone.

“My friend is going back to London, her boyfriend just finished production on a film adaptation of The Green Knight.” Juno was still obsessing over the fact Joshua took baths.

Baths!

The moment Joshua fixed his face, Juno was going in, wanting to tear Joshua’s t-shirt into shreds with her heart shaped acrylics from how the conversation was strung along. “So, it’s just…little old me…alone… in this big city…”

Joshua thought he was going to die.

Logically, Joshua’s next option was to grab Juno’s stocking covered legs and pull her across the bed towards him. Juno shrieked and grabbed the front of Joshua’s t-shirt, crushing her candy apple lips against his.

Sighing and moaning in his mouth, Juno pulled Joshua atop her and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey, um, I don’t normally do things like this.” Joshua’s stubble scratched Juno’s neck and made her laugh softly as she ran her fingers through his silky, black curls.“Is this too forward?”

Juno was breathless between kisses, cheeks red and giggling as Joshua lifted her leg and pressed a kiss against her knee, inhaling her cherry-scented perfume. “I have been waiting for you to make a move since you sat me down on your bathroom counter and stared at my panties, Josh.”

Juno lay on her side, face-to-face with Joshua, wrapping her tan legs around his waist, taking Joshua’s face in her soft hands and giving him an open-mouthed and dirty kiss.

“You trust me?” Joshua was breathless between kisses as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. ‘This is insane. This is crazy.’ He was always warned to not let the CEO title go to his head at such a young age, but fuck it, it had gone to his head. “You want me?”

Juno licked her palm and shoved her hand down the front of Joshua’s boxers, massaging his throbbing erection with her clever hands. “Joshua, the night we met, you took my dress off in an alley and then we fell asleep on your couch.”

‘That’s a good point.’ Joshua thought as Juno pulled back and stroked Joshua’s cheek with her thumb, bumping his sharp nose with hers. “Of course, I trust you.” Juno sighed when he kissed her again.

“…Are we about to have sex?” Juno’s brown eyes glinted with mischief when she asked the question.

Joshua’s dark eyes narrowed, seizing her ankles, Joshua guided them from resting on his hips to slowly onto his broad shoulders. “Is this okay?” He watched Juno nod eagerly while taking his hands and cupping her breasts, massaging them in his large, warm palms while they kissed.

Joshua rubbed his thumb across Juno’s nipple until it hardened underneath his fingertips, traveling down her toned abdomen to push her boy shorts to the side.

The closer Juno’s shoulders were to her knees, the deeper Joshua went to penetrate her at a better angle.

Joshua dug his fingers into Juno’s hips, sweat dripping down his forehead and lungs hard-pressed for air as he fucked Juno sideways on the bedroom set.

“Oh my God,” Joshua panted as the bed’s iron-wrought headboard rattled frantically against the wall. “We need to stop, June,” He felt Juno’s body shake from laughter, stretched out underneath him on the bed.

“Joshua Madika, if you stop right now I’ll break your dick off.” Juno threatened while clawing at Joshua’s chest and shoulders. “This is so fucking hot.”

No one had touched Juno there in a damn hot minute and she wasn’t going to let Mr. CEO hold out on her!

Taking this as a challenge, Joshua reached down and rubbed her clit, watching intently as Juno began to shake, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Yes, Daddy!"

Joshua let out something mixed with a shocked laugh and a swear as Juno orgasmed, she used his broad shoulders as leverage to bounce on his cock. “Daddy, huh?”

Laughing incredulously, Joshua’s voice was husky and low as his large hands traveled up and down Juno’s body, her back arching underneath him. “You want Daddy to make you come?” He said it in an almost patronizing tone, brow furrowing condescendingly as he leaned in as if to kiss her, stopping only an inch away from Juno’s face to tease her.

Juno wanted to kiss Joshua and make him die. “You’re such a jerk,” She grunted and tossed her head back, her silky, black hair splayed across the pillows when Joshua pulled out and put her pussy in his face. “Why haven’t you asked me out yet?”

“I didn’t want to come across too strong,” Joshua flicked his tongue back and forth across Juno’s slick thighs and pussy. “We both got dumped,” Juno thought it was cute how Joshua carried on such a conversation while sucking on her clit. “I don’t want you to think whatever this is between us, is a rebound.”

“I don’t want us to be a rebound, either.” Juno’s lips parted in an ‘O’ shape, resting her sweaty forehead against Joshua’s when he finished making her come again with his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy. “I really like you, Joshua.”

Joshua sweetly brushed Juno’s sweaty hair out of her face. “I really like you too, Junie. Can I-“

“Josh…?” Juno interrupted, brows furrowed as she gently patted his bicep to get his attention. “Is that camera still rolling?”

Joshua sat up with Juno still in his arms, grabbing his glasses when Juno knocked them off his face when they first began making out.

The red light was on and blinking.

Recording.

-

“It looks bad.”

Joshua pulled editor, Rahul, out of the lunch break to look over the footage after Joshua got rid of the ruined bed set, excusing the rest of the crew from work for a full paid day off due to ‘Technical difficulties.’

“Yeah, I know it looks bad.” Joshua’s jawline flexed, wanting to stay on the good side of the man who had evidence of a Juno J. sex tape.

But Joshua’s stomach was twisting, heart was pounding and lightheaded from fear of what might happen to him and more importantly Juno if this was leaked. “I have an idea to fix it if you’re willing to hear me out.”

Rahul grinned and rubbed his fingers together. “What’s your price, boss?” Joshua huffed and gave his editor the remaining cash in his wallet, and threw in his watch for good measure.

“How was it?” Juno was sat at the vanity, using the products to cover the evidence of hickeys and bruises. “Joshua, I am so sorry-“ He knelt beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly.

“It’s all been sorted, everything is fine.” Juno noticed Joshua’s watch was missing but chose not to address it at the moment. “I owe you my whole life.”

Joshua shook his head; waving his hand as if to dismiss the thought. “I don’t know if now is the appropriate time, but I wanted to circle back to a conversation we were having earlier while…entangled?” Embarrassed by his choice of words, Joshua groaned and ducked his head low.

The singer grinned at him in the reflection of the mirror. ���Oh?” Juno felt the heat radiating off of Joshua as he wrapped his arms around the back of her chair and leaned in close, his lips against her perfumed neck.

“Can I take you out?” Joshua heard a faint ringing in his ears as Juno hummed thoughtfully with a grin, as if she were consulting her reflection in the vanity’s mirrors. “I swear to buy you dinner first before I take you home.”

Juno turned her head and hooked her index finger underneath Joshua’s chin, kissing him sweetly. “Yes.” She sighed into his mouth, placing her hands on either side of Joshua’s face and scratching the stubble on his jawline.

“It’s a date.” Joshua sighed dreamily against Juno’s lips, feeling like a lovesick teenager as he practically floated out of the studio on a pink cloud and to his car.

Joshua’s was unwinding for the evening after one of the most stressful and best days of his life when he got an email with an mp3 file attached to it from Juno.

‘coming soon…mp3. 💌’

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Giganterra (Chapter 42)

Author's Note: I saw some discourse a few weeks ago (the day after I started this drawing, coincidentally) about how g/t people don't want their drawings with giant feet/ shoes fetishized. By all means, if you are of that inclination, fetishize the shit out of this. This is for you. I think it's pretty hot and I'm not even into feet. Ha.

Also here's a close-up of my poor girl Candy:

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Content Warning: violence/ threats/ cruelty, soft vore

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 42: Punishment ------

Candy sat on pins and needles as she waited the long hours for the king to wake up. As devastated as she was at being caught, she was heartened by the fact that Millie had an opportunity to escape. The poor girl deserved freedom more than anything. If Millie made it out without recapture, the sacrifice would be worth it, regardless of what King Richard did to her personally. She shuddered with dread at the possibilities. 

The cool moonlight filtering in through the window gradually gave way to cheery morning sun, rays of shining orange and yellow filtering through a thick layer of clouds that glowed red with the light. A soft breeze fluttered the curtains. The sight was serene, and beautiful, but Candy could only feel trepidation at the fate that inevitably awaited her. Just how far would the barbaric giant king go, when he discovered that Millie was gone and Candy had helped her escape? Would this be her last day, her final sunrise? 

She needed to stall for as long as possible, to maximize Millie’s chances. She schemed over what she should say when confronted. Her heart leapt into her throat when the king began to awaken, a soft murmur emanating from his lips. He brushed his fingers over his bare chest, searching for the two women that should’ve been there.  

“Mmmm... Millie? Candy?” he mumbled, still half-asleep. His hand fumbled with confusion over the conspicuously empty space. He raised his head, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Ladies?” 

He raised the blankets to check his naked belly and loins. When the tiny maidens failed to materialize, he began to search through the folds and layers of the sheets, his movements becoming more aggressive as he shook off the last foggy tendrils of sleep. His pale eyes flashed with a wrath that made Candy want to hide. However, she knew she needed to act, before he lost his temper. 

She cleared her throat. “O-over here, Your Majesty!” He spun around, his features relaxing with relief that swiftly morphed to puzzlement. 

“Candy? How did you end up in there? And where’s Millie?” He leaned over her enclosure and opened the lid, squinting as his eyes roved over the miniature furniture. 

“She’s here,” Candy assured him quickly, hoping he would accept her lie at face value. She’d organized some miscellaneous objects into a vague human shape and covered them with a sheet in one of the human beds, so it looked as if Millie was present and still sleeping. “You rolled over in your sleep and knocked us off the bed. Ajax brought us back.” 

“Ah.” The giant king still seemed confused by her explanation as he scratched the back of his head. “I see. Huh.” 

He was distracted by his manservant, who came in to help dress him and prepare him for the day. Candy’s anxiety spiked as she watched him cover his nakedness with his shirt, pants, coat, and boots. He was more intimidating with all the formal trappings of his authority. He would learn the truth soon, and he’d be enraged. A maid came in with a breakfast tray, accompanied by Chester. Candy noticed that Chester appeared distracted: He kept surveying the room curiously and sniffing the air. He could detect Millie’s scent trail. Her heart dropped to her feet. There was no hope; they had lost. 

“Ah, breakfast!” King Richard announced, his mood brightening. “Come here, my lovelies!” Candy whimpered faintly as his gigantic hand descended from above, encompassing her entire range of vision as his enormous fingers coiled around her like anacondas and lifted her high in the air. “Millie, darling, rise and shine so you can have breakfast with us!” 

Candy gulped, ensnared by the gigantic fingers. Hardon paused. “Millie?” He poked the Millie-shaped lump in the bed before pushing the sheets aside, revealing Candy’s ruse. His eyebrows twitched down. He flipped over the remaining furniture items—the other tiny bed, tables, and chairs—with simple flicks of his finger. His grip tightened around Candy with unbearable pressure, causing her to squeal in pain. 

“Candy,” he uttered venomously, his voice dropping to a threatening low. “Where is she?” Candy didn’t answer: Even if she had been inclined to do so, the crushing force around her lungs expelled all the air from her chest and prevented her from speaking. Hardon’s skin felt hot on hers, unbearably so, as he began to shake with rising wrath. 

“WHERE IS SHE?!” he roared. The vibrations of his bass voice rumbled through her, down to her skeletal structure. With a shockingly fast and violent motion, the giant man shoved the glass case off the nightstand and shattered it on the floor. Everyone in the room flinched, then froze, as the king stood rigidly in place, seething. 

“Chester. Find her,” he commanded. Chester bowed in acknowledgement and obeyed. “Everyone else. OUT!!” The servants scrambled to follow his order, practically tripping over each other as they closed the door behind them. Candy found herself alone with the king. Though he was no longer squeezing her, she still felt suffocated by the malevolent aura bleeding off of him in wrathful waves. 

“Candy,” he growled. She was too afraid to utter a sound. The king kneeled down and dropped her on the bearskin rug. Candy’s legs failed beneath her and she collapsed on her rear in the field of coarse brown fur, staring in horror up at the gigantic man towering over her like a mountain, even when he was in a crouch. 

“She can’t have gone far. Show me where she’s hiding,” he demanded. Candy cringed under the weight of his authoritative tone, trembling. However, she kept her lips stubbornly sealed. He leaned over her, overwhelming her with his domineering size. “Tell me.”  

When she still refused to speak, he bared his teeth in a vicious snarl. “So that’s how it’s going to be.” He pulled back, standing up to his full height. Candy felt smaller than ever as she stared up the unfathomable distance from the floor to his face, situated between his titanic boots. With a calculated and deliberate movement, one of his boots rose above her. He thudded his heel on the ground with a seismic crash and lowered the rest of his shoe over the small woman, savagely pinning her to the floor with his toe. Candy screamed, fully expecting to be stomped on, but he didn’t put his full weight into his stride—yet. 

His glare seared into Candy as she pushed against the thick sole helplessly. He pressed his mass down on her further, eliciting a shriek of pain and terror. “Stop!” she gasped. “Don’t step on me, please!” She began to cry, fully aware she could be snuffed out in an instant. 

“I ought to crush you,” Hardon snarled. “Lying to me like you did... deserves death.”  

Candy whined. “No...” she choked. 

“What should I do with you?” he contemplated, ignoring her pathetic sounds. He stroked his chin, scratching at the light stubble. He put down more weight on his foot, making Candy release a shrill scream, before he lightened the load. He bent down and dragged Candy out from his shoe, dangling her before his humongous face. 

“Hmm... should I chomp you into chunks?” He clicked his teeth together and licked his chops. “Disembowel you, and slurp up your intestines like spaghetti? Slice you up into deli meat with a butcher knife? Tear off these little toothpicks you call limbs, one by one?” He tugged on her arm playfully. “You would look gorgeous with a nice splatter of ruby red on that cute little face of yours.” 

He traced his fingertip across her cheek, down her neck and along her side to her hip. Candy shuddered, from the roots of her hair down to her toes. “Ah, but it would be such a shame to mutilate that perfectly petite body.” 

He looked down at the breakfast tray and a devious leer spread across his visage. “You must be hungry. Why don’t we have breakfast?” He sat down on the bed, set the tray in his lap, and plopped Candy carelessly into a bowl of chopped fruit. Candy let out small moans of fear as she hugged her arms to her sides, prepared for the worst. 

When nothing happened, she glanced up at the giant fearfully. “Go ahead. Eat,” he repeated. She didn’t move. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness as the tension drew out like a sword. His voice dropped to a warning growl. “EAT.” 

A chill ran down Candy’s spine. She grabbed a blueberry bigger than her head and bit into it to appease the king. He smirked. “There you go. Much better.” He crumbled up a biscuit for her and gave her some juice to drink. “Yes, eat well...” 

A sinister chuckle from him made Candy’s blood run cold, but she didn’t dare disobey him as she ate her fill in silence. At least he wasn’t maiming her in lethal, gruesome ways. She could tell he was incensed, so she didn’t understand why he was feeding her instead of inflicting pain, but she didn’t want to ask either. Her skin all over her body had already started to darken with bruises in a pattern that matched the bottom of his shoe. She hoped maybe he was willing to forgive her transgression without punishing her further. 

“Candy, I have a question for you,” Hardon purred. He dripped a drop of the anti-digestion potion on her head and ruffled her hair with his fingertip. Candy felt sick as she realized he was planning to ingest her. Although, as unpleasant as it was to be consumed whole, she was relieved that he didn’t intend to brutally slaughter or digest her. “Do you know how long this potion lasts?” He waited patiently for her response, raising an eyebrow. 

“Um... I’m not sure,” Candy mumbled. 

“Two days.” He held up two fingers, bigger than Candy’s entire being, for emphasis. “I know because I’ve eaten plenty of ladies like you and had them dissolve away in my gut.” Candy shivered as she imagined dying inside his stomach, the powerful digestive enzymes stripping away her skin and muscle. 

“Now, a second question. Do you know how long it takes for food to pass entirely through the digestive system?” Candy shook her head, clueless. “It depends on what you eat, but it can take as long as three days. Particularly for meat, fiber, or indigestible compounds.” 

Candy grimaced with disgust. “Why are you telling me this?” she murmured, finally daring to speak. She looked up again and blanched. The predatory leer cracking open his face from ear to ear sent alarm bells screaming through her head. She stumbled back, tripping over a slice of melon and falling into a dollop of whipped cream. The king gripped her by the leg, pulled her out, and dangled her upside-down, dangerously close his mouth. 

“I hope you enjoyed your breakfast,” he jeered, hatred dripping off every syllable. Candy fixated on his big square teeth, glinting at her from under his substantial lips, as a gust of humid, stale breath hit her face. “It might be your last meal.” 

“No!” Candy exclaimed, her voice cracking under the strain. Her throat was raw and hoarse from yelling so much. 

“I know I’m going to relish mine,” he continued. “I’ll devour you whole, but this time, I’m not letting you out. You’ll have to find your own way.” 

With a bloodthirsty grin, he raised her above his head and opened his mouth wide for maximum effect. Candy squawked and struggled as she stared down into the cavernous red maw below, glistening with saliva and lined with fearsome teeth. The meaty tongue undulated with impatience, eager to taste her. Candy yelped as he released her leg and she plummeted inside. She splatted on his tongue as the jaws snapped shut with the ravenous ferocity of a wolf. He slurped the cream off her body, squishing her into the arched roof of his mouth and humming in his throat.  

Candy slipped down his tongue like a slide into his gullet, and he gulped her down. She tried to block out the terrifying ordeal of being swallowed, with the slick throat crushing around her and forcing her down, by thinking about Millie, but the adrenaline coursing through her insides like wildfire drowned out any other thoughts. She was dumped unceremoniously into the stomach, a gurgling inferno that she feared would become her living tomb. 

At first, she splashed wildly in the acid, desperate for an escape that would not materialize. As her panic gradually gave way to despair, and she stared at the kneading walls that stirred the boiling liquid around her, the true horror of her predicament seeped into her core. 

This is the end. I’m going to die. 

Chapter 43

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