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hibiscus-scribe · 1 month ago

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Reunite

N was wagging his tail, each hand occupied by one of his girlfriends. Behind him, barely caught by his Real Eyes thanks to his hat, JK was walking with one hand occupied by Thad. How long had it been since Uzi became a God and the whole ‘end of Copper 9’ thing was over? Like two months or something? Enough time to heal some of the non-physical wounds at least. Thad was cheerful, holding hands with JK as they talked about something, probably school by the way Uzi rolled her eyes and leaned on N’s side. The fact that all the shenanigans with the Solver had kind of interrupted the whole ‘school’ thing made Lizzy’s Dad, the teacher that is, decide to actually talk to the principal, who might not even exist, and convince them to redo the year. No one had been happy about that, but the fact that the three Disassembly Drones would probably be joining on and off had some of the class a little ok with it.

Thad had been hanging out with JK, enough to the point it was clear they were kinda a thing, and while no one really mentioned it out loud it was just… there. A thing that was comfortable after whatever it was that they talked about. JK was comfortable enough that his tail was only lazily swaying behind him, a rather passive wag unlike N’s own. It was peaceful, it was nice, and as per the universe’s rule-set… it didn’t really last.

“What was that?” V was the one to ask, stopping the five drones from walking so that the three with much better senses could hear and scan. Uzi had brought out her tail, the eyes looking around where she couldn’t see while Thad slid his hand out of JK’s, knowing that the tank of a Drone would probably need it free if there was something out there. Silly as he was, he was still at least fairly smart.

“I’m not seeing anything.” N slid his wings out, taking a moment to hop into the air while the others stayed near the drones that he cared about. It was in the air that another crunch of snow underfoot was caught before the sound of metal on a tree. “Is that-”

“JK!” V’s voice cut through the silence, his head turning toward the movement that was caught by his eyes, hands turning to claws as he moved to get in the path of whoever was running at them, but he froze.

A nearly black coat with bright blue ribbons on the back, long silver hair in a braid tied with a similar color ribbon, and a poker-face that could rival the teacher’s own. She nearly flew out of the trees, claws out and somewhat focused as she crashed into a drone she hadn’t been aiming for. Thad went down with a sort of yelp, the snow flying in clumps as the pair skid to a stop in it. His eye-lights hallowed out as he looked at the Disassembly Drone above him, her claws not in his casing, but still twitching over the cuts they’d made in his shirt. Her headphones had slipped down, allowing the sound around them to finally reach her ears.

“Holy shit.” V’s claws lowered as her brain caught up to the situation, her attention turning up to N who rested stunned in the air, before looking at JK. The other male was frozen in place, eyes wide and staring at the female pinning his boyfriend down in the snow. Said female was now getting up, looking away from Thad and to the others.

Too much. This was too much. It couldn’t really be them could it? Her eyes trailed over V, then up to N, and rested last on JK as her tail slowly came to arch and rest between her legs, slowly winding around what one would consider her ankle if she had actual feet. Too much, too much at once. She didn’t actually think…

“I… uh…” She shook her head and reached out, shifting her claws away to a regular hand. “Sorry… I… knocked you over…” Her voice seemed to stun N out of the air, and V was pausing her typing at her phone to stare. Yeah, this was real. “I… I need to… I need to go…” Her voice glitched a bit at the last word, her hand setting Thad on his feet before her wings popped out of her back with the ring of metal on metal, and she took off straight into the sky, tail twisting around her leg as tight as she could.

“No- wait…” Thad stared after the female, looking worried before he moved to stand with JK, reaching out to, carefully, take hold of his own clawed hands. “Hey… Hey, JK? Bro?” If what he remembered was right… If what he was told was right maybe… “You alright?”

“Was that B?” N asked the question out loud, looking at V whom shrugged.

“If it was, we can’t catch up to her now. Holy shit, does this mean you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend JK?” V raised a brow, looking over to the male before the smirk dropped off her face. Right. He cared a lot about her, and… Well, that Bitch had taken a lot from them, and at the moment his own wounds were still kind of raw. She’d destroyed everything he cared about, and a piece of his core he wasn’t considering taking back was part of it.

JK was staring at the place she had been, eyes slowly following the vertical path that she’d taken in her rush to leave, trailing after to the tops of the trees that covered the rest of her path away.

“H-hey? Buddy?” N stepped over, reaching out and gently shaking JK enough to look at him. Thad didn’t let go of his hand. “You good buddy?” N was concerned, like the caring young man that he was. JK took a moment to shift his hands back so the squeeze to Thad’s own hand wouldn’t hurt the worker.

“I… I should follow… R-right? I… I should go after her… I… I can’t just leave her I… I…” He trembled, looking to Thad with worry and fear, the expression making N wince as he looked over his shoulder to V.

“Hey, hey dude.” Thad reached up with his free hand, pulling JK down like he would have if he wanted to kiss the man. Gently he bonked their visors together, smiling politely with a kind expression on his green-eyed face. “Maybe give her some time too? She seems kinda chill-”

“I think that’s just her face though… Give her time! We can look for her later, I mean… you… kinda seem like you need a moment too.” N stepped up and put a hand on JK’s shoulder, concern on his own face as he gently pat his friend.

“And, bonus, we won’t be hunting her since she wasn’t trying to kill us. Clearly not on the Other Side.” V added to be helpful, even if she was still texting with Lizzy.

“Oh, yeah that’s a thought…”

“Would someone tell me what the frick just happened?!” Uzi stomped a boot in the snow, looking around at the drones that she was closest to.

“I… No she… I can tell her ‘face’ from being actually upset… She… She’s still the same…” JK trembled a bit, slowly being helped to sit on the ground by Thad as his wings slid out to hide him from the world in a cocoon of safety. Thad had to let go of his hand, but wasn’t about to stop being a source of comfort as he reached out to gently pat the space between the wings on his back. “Fuck meeeeeeeeee.”

“Dude, JK, polite company man. Later~” Thad tried to joke, earning a laugh barked out from V as Uzi rolled her eyes. “Funny aside… you wanna talk about it? Dude?” The whine in response got a frown out of the jock. “Alright… Alright, we’ll talk later.”

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The voices didn’t have time to fade for the fleeing female. Her tail slipped off her leg as she sped through the sky, wings pushing her without thought as she stared blankly at the inky colored sky above. Dawn was going to be soon, she knew that thanks to checking her ship’s computer for the ‘local rotation’ before she had left to wander around the planet. Before she’d caught voices that sounded so painfully familiar, and made her core ache with longing. They were alive. They were alive and together and she had been alone…

Alone for so long.

They had friends, the Host was there, it was clear by the extended hand and that floating symbol that urged the flames of hate inside to lick up, doused only by the cool fear that her family was there. Her family, at last…

JK and the one she had landed on were holding hands.

Her ‘feet’ hit the ground hard as she finally landed, tail flicking in anxiety as she let herself crawl through the hole in the remains of the factory she’d landed by. The tap of metal on metal was oddly soothing as her thoughts raced and her body worked itself up over the stress she was feeling. Voices from the past echoed in her mind, the passing muttered jabs from factory new drones that saw her face and envied her relationship in the manor.

Did he care? Was he still interested? It had been so long…

Her tail found its place in her mouth, the press of her teeth on the wire only enough to send a spike of pain through the limb before she let up and repeated the process. She could feel the nanites that swarmed the space, repairing the damage when she let up. Her hands shifted to claws, and out of habit she examined her surroundings. The sound of metal tearing followed as she patched up holes that led to the outside, forming a safe haven from the sun that was to rise, and allowing her room to pace and think.

Information. That human voice in the back of her mind helped ease her thoughts, tail slipping out of her mouth and covered in her ‘spit’ as she moved to hang from a point in her safe spot to rest. When she woke up, she would gather more information.

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Information gathering turned into a weird game of cat and mouse. She could tell they were looking for her, the fact the group was moving around, not too far from each other but enough to cover ground made that super clear. She was better at hiding, though. Just barely out of reach to be heard, shifting through the snow and debris slowly enough that the sound could be covered by their own.

Yes. JK and that worker were dating. It was clear how they behaved, even if there were not really any pet names of the part of either side. She ignored it in favor of being glad for N and V, the pair having been pining for so fucking long that seeing them together at last was… Well, it helped her feel better about things. Maybe she could just leave? No, that would be rude. Show up and disappear… Be alone again-

The soft ping on her visor was audible, and she ducked under the remains of a massive eighteen wheeled truck to avoid the heads that shot up at the sound.

“Where did that come from?” JK sounded… nervous?

“Back this way I think.” V’s wings were heard.

“Wait, didn’t we just come from there?” N was kind of loud, but that was typical kinda.

“Yeah, why would we have missed-” That Worker spoke up, but seemed to be following the direction that V had given if his steps told B anything.

“Look, if we’re really going to find her, why not just let me toss some stuff around?” The Host spoke, earning a groan from someone.

“Uzi, that’s not a great idea. We don’t want to hurt her on accident.” N was sweet as ever. Considerate…

“B has to be more durable than that though right? I mean, she was clearly a Disassembly Drone.” The Worker piped up again. “Which is like… Man are we gunna have to find her some oil? Can’t have the dudette starve right?” Oh… that wasn’t expected.

“Thad, you are thinking way ahead.” JK… god his voice… B closed her eyes, tail quivering. She missed them all so much… She could see them now, the way they walked carefully and looked all around. Uzi was flipping things here and there as she got the ok from V or N, careful use of the solver showing control and sanity… Had they won? She’d need to investigate… that was why she was there in the first place, but… Well, Alex wouldn’t be upset if she got a little distracted. She never was.

“What can I say? I’m a positive dude. Bad things don’t need to stay bad right?” She felt her jaw clench as Thad reached out and took JK’s hand, earning a wobbly smile from her… from JK.

Jealousy. Before, when she felt it, the feeling was easy to push down. The others at the manor didn’t care about him, not really. They liked that he was handsome, that he had some form of sway, but they didn’t actually care. They still talked shit, and everyone knew it. That was what made the ‘dumpster pets’ different from the newbies. Now? Enough time had passed for the doubt to grow in that open wound. Was he different? She knew she was. Time changed things. She waited for the sound of wind before she let herself take a breath to ease her mind.

There was always hope, no matter how small. Just like there was always a chance, no matter how small, that the Solver would spring up somehow. That bitch…

B stayed in place until she was passed over, the conversation turning frustrated before wings were heard popping out, three sets of metal and one of flesh. They left, and soon so did B.

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“It’s been like, three freaking days.” Uzi was so tired of this. “How do you know if we’ll even find her or not? What if she’s gone to the other side of the fricken planet?”

“Uzi, don’t be so negative!” N smiled, glancing nervously to JK as the male’s tail twisted a little at the comment. “B… she wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye!” Though he was not certain of that himself, N was still going to say it with all the certainty that his positivity would allow. That was a lot actually, and the fact it was almost instantly rewarded bolstered his confidence as he caught sight of Thad pointing up and followed the finger.

Her legs were gently kicking at the air, tail swishing lazily behind her as all of her eyes were on those below from the building she was perched atop. B had headphones on, and as N almost squealed in delight at finding the female after three nights of searching, JK seemed to freeze up again.

Her head tilted, and she stood up.

“Oh please, please don’t leave again!” N whined a little, hopping in place and frowning. “We’ve been looking for you, please just come and talk!”

Her wings had come out, slowly, but they were out still so she might slow the fall that followed as she stepped off the building. There was less of a snow spray as she hit the ground, headphones slid off her head, the song paused before the lyrics could be caught by the taller drones. She fiddled a bit with her fingers before looking up, and directly at JK.

“Hello.” There was hesitation, tail wrapping around her leg, but she followed up with a familiar polite curtsy. Her coat, a modified Caplet that seemed only barely familiar to V, was used as the skirt portion of the dress she was not wearing. The action seemed to delight N enough that his wings popped out and propelled him forward, arms open for want of a hug that was foiled as she herself lept up, her own wings appearing for the sake of holding her in the air as N passed harmlessly below and right into a pile of snow. She let herself drift back down, arms hugging herself as her tail tightened on her leg.

“Sorry… I… don’t really hug much… not anymore.” Her wings drooped a little behind her, the giggles from V and Uzi being ignored as she looked back to JK. Would he still be able to tell she was uncomfortable? Sure she had body language, but her voice… her face…

Thad moved to help N out of the snow, letting go of JK’s hand and giving space to B as he went before getting sprayed with snow from JK’s own hug, this one landing instead of being hopped over. B stiffened up in his arms, her eyes staring blankly over his shoulder as he squeezed slightly.

“S-sorry Queen B… I’m still a hugger…” Were those tears she could hear in his tone? Her wings were put away, though slowly, as her hands shook and gently gripped his coat.

“I… I think… I think I can… tell…” The fabric was wrong, but it wasn’t what he used to wear. It wasn’t what had been gone through day after day after day when she was trapped on that hellscape that used to be home. “You… You’re real…” She was so scared, the tears finally appeared on her visor and dripped from her eyes as she stared at nothing over his shoulder, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder.

The shift of weight as his wings slumped on his back, resting more on the ground with no support from him had her shift a foot to keep them both from falling over.

“So that’s his girlfriend?” Uzi asked V, not really caring if the pair heard her or not. V leaned on her girlfriend, sighing a bit.

“Yeah. Still a super cute couple. I could actually throw up.”

“Hey, V not chill you don’t mean that!” Thad frowned at her and earned a shrug in response as he pulled N free from the snow, landing on his ass in the process. N shook the snow off his head and out of his hair, not unlike the dogs he was working on drawing better.

“I… thought…” JK didn’t want to finish that thought, eyes closed as tears of his own streamed out and his voice wavered with emotion. God he wanted to wrap her up so close and nuzzle into her hair, but that wouldn’t be right. Not here, not with everything happening.

“It… It’s been… a long time…” Her voice squeaked slightly at the end before glitching a bit, emotion trying to worm its way into her tone with no success as it didn’t process and gave them the skip in the word.

She could feel the tiny smile on his face before he spoke. “Are… you okay?” He was worried, and he was allowed to be. B just stared at that same spot of nothing.

“I… don’t really know… maybe? Probably…. Probably not actually…” She didn’t really register Thad getting up and heading off. Nor the call of ‘I have an idea!’ as his form disappeared into the building she’d dropped off of. N watched the worker leave before shrugging at V and Uzi, then smiled softly at the hugging pair of his friends.

“So are we sure that she doesn’t want us all dead?”

“Uzi! Don’t be negative! How could she want us dead if she’s hugging JK?”

“I don’t know, maybe she’s not chill with JK having a boyfriend?”

“I think that’s a topic for them and not us Purple Thing.”

B just held tighter to JK’s jacket, the fear rising up as she caught that word. Boyfriend. JK had a boyfriend and now it was most certainly confirmed. It couldn’t hurt her anymore, but… other things might be able to. Ways she couldn’t stop either. Her hands slowly loosened their hold, the thought of being respectful crossing her mind before the prickle of fear raced up her spine.

Some kind of cloth had been tossed up and over the pair, and while JK seemed alright with it, B most certainly wasn’t. Her tail unwound from her leg as fast as she could get it to, the glass hitting JK’s hard enough to break the vial open and splash acid over the snow in a low hiss. She pushed away from the hug, giving JK a proper view of the tears on her face before the stinger of her tail struck out at the worker that had thrown the cover over them. Without nanite acid, the small wound didn’t eat away at the rest of him as it would have otherwise. Thad, being a sporty guy, had the reactions to make the ‘attack’ something he wasn’t really worried about. The fact it tore through his shirt and caught some of the metal on his chest under his arm was probably impressive to some.

“Holy shit!” Yeah he had to cry out in alarm. That was a fast reaction, and the groan of the female’s hand clenching into a fist clued him in to the fact that she wasn’t angry about what he did. No, it was quite the opposite. It scared her. Badly. He frowned, a bit worried now as he held his side. Yeah a little oil spill as a result was a small price to pay, but it wasn’t a sorry.

It also didn’t make up for the fact that Uzi didn’t like that happening to her friend.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” Of course she had to scream, the solver symbol appearing on parts of the blanket and pulling it tightly around the female as she stumbled back, the cloth obscuring her vision and muffling her hearing. Her tail thrashed as panic set in, legs digging ‘feet’ into the snow to try and get her away.

“UZI CHILL!” Thad called out, not sure how things might go as JK moved the foot that had been hit slightly by the acid spill. N knelt by Thad, concerned for the friend that he could totally help out as V fought with their girlfriend. “Dude just let her go!”

“NO! What if she tries to hurt you again?!”

“WHAT IF I SCARED HER!?” Thad argued with the Host as V tried to catch the smaller drone’s hands.

Seeing that N was tending to Thad, JK moved to kneel by B, reaching out to take hold of her shattered tail vial with a wince as more glass fell apart in his hands. “Uzi! It’s fine! You’re scaring her!” The ping of alerts was… unusual. JK hadn’t heard that from her in the past, for what little he remembered, but it worried him.

With so many against her, Uzi let out a frustrated sound and let go of the blanket covering. She did move to use the Solver to pick something else up, but ended up with both hands held by V like some kind of sappy battle block. She blushed and grumbled in the taller female’s hold.

“I’m good!” Thad called out, smiling a little nervously. “It’s just a scratch! I don’t think she actually meant to like… yanno hit me. You guys are a lot more accurate than that after all.”

“No acid either… Did she actually break her tail? JK?” N was concerned. V was the only one that really lost her tail, and from what she mentioned it wasn’t really a pleasant feeling. No harm was, though, it was just different levels of pain. He looked over, watching as B’s tail jerked in JK’s hold to try and get free as her legs still dug into the snow.

“I… I should go apologize-”

“Thad, she’s still freaking out!”

“And apologizing might help right?! I mean… I kinda fucked up, I’m so used to you guys and what happened that I forgot she might not have the same problems!” Thad pushed himself up, not bothering to dust snow off as he stepped closer, slowing as he drew near the ‘kill circle’ radius. “And… yanno if that’s chill with you too… JK?” Thad blushed, a bit embarrassed over such a fumble.

JK used his free hand to pull at the blanket, an action Thad decided to join in on as JK was clearly focused. It made the jock wince when she was freed, her hands tucked close to her core and the sound of rapid air intake able to properly make it to the sky. One eye was replaced with several warning symbols, the other still staring into nothing and filled with tears. Thad reached out to try and touch a hand, the limb jerking away as her head turned sharply to look at him as her tail jerked harder in JK’s hold.

“Hey… I… uh…” He took a breath and tried again, feeling the flinch but not losing the feeling of her hand. He took the chance to hold the one he touched. “Hey… it’s alright. I… uh.. I’m Thad. I’m super sorry.” Thad let his voice get a bit quieter, taking in the slowing of her breathing as she stared dead at him. Holy shit that was a poker face. He couldn’t tell anything that she was thinking. “I was trying to help, but I guess I just ended up making things kinda bad for you… I’m really sorry about that.” He offered a kind smile, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

She was more calm, though likely still upset with the way her tail yanked hard in JK’s hand, slipping away as the glass crumbled more. B was shaking a little, staring at the green-eyed worker as he smiled nervously at her. Her hand was carefully tugged away from him, flexing in a slightly twitchy manner before it was clenched back into a fist in a far too tight hold.

“D-don’t… do that… again…” Her voice glitched slightly, the warnings on her visor going away one by one before her eyes closed. “Pleasssssssse.” She almost hissed the last portion out, more tears slowly appearing on her visor.

“Oh, yeah no problem! Won’t ever do that again, swear it!” He reached up and made an X over his core. “So… like we cool?” The nervous smile was back, and it took a moment before he got a shaky nod from the female on her back. She was still not doing the best, but she was better than she had been moments before.

“You’re the one that needs to chill.” JK rolled his eyes a little and gave a soft smile to his boyfriend before shoving said boyfriend back into the snow.

“Oh, yeah totally. One with the snow here my dude~” Thad chuckled a bit.

JK had turned away, allowing his smile to fall as well. “Sorry.” His apology caught B’s attention, her hands holding each other and trembling still as his wings came out to slowly cover himself in demonstration. “It’s… kinda my fault… I do that…”

She looked at the single eye that peered out at her, a nervous look clearly on his face as her own closed a moment. Her voice glitched a bit as she spoke again. “It’s...fine… f-fine. R-really f-f-fi-i-ine…” She was not fine. Her hands still shook and she wasn’t attempting to get up, her tail was still twitching, though that was hard to say if it was because of nerves or the slow healing that was happening… why was it so slow?

Thad got up from the snow, patting himself off and reaching out to pat JK on the back. “I think I’ll go ahead and not be here for a sec dude. I don’t wanna cause any more accidents.” To make sure he drove the point home, Thad leaned forward and kissed the side of JK’s visor, earning a blush and a look of alarm. B didn’t react, though why was not clear right then.

She still trembled in the snow, heat slowly spreading through her body uncomfortably. Her mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. She was too scared, and she had the feeling that JK could tell by the way his expression shifted further and he reached out.

She flinched and he stopped. The tears falling from her eyes increased, a thousand things springing into her mind and screaming at her to say, but nothing came out. She tried to speak again, and nothing. Why couldn’t she speak? Why couldn’t she say something?

“B… Are you okay?” He had to ask, and her voice wasn’t working. A hard breath came out and she did the only thing she could do. She shook her head, tears now just a solid stream from her eyes on her visor as they glitched near the edges. “Is… Is it…” He flicked his eyes toward the retreating friends that he had, Thad clearly with them. She shook her head, a bit too hard maybe, but she still was saying no as a result. She tried her voice again.

“Hhhhaaai- ssss-hhhrrr-i-i-i.” The glitching was terrible, enough that she stopped speaking by clenching her jaw and closing her eyes. Her fault. She’d messed up. Pressure. She felt the tap of a visor on her own, and her eyes atop her head could catch that JK had leaned forward to press them together, just like he had once before so long ago.

“It’s ok… It’s ok… do… do you need to go? Me to go?” She shook her head, a spark zapping between them painful enough to get him to flinch back. “Then…. Alright alright…” He sighed and moved, scooping her up in his arms. A wing came around to cradle her, not a full cocoon, but just enough.

“You can rest with us… We can give you privacy… if that’s ok?” It hurt to see her cry. To see the tremble in her hands. She nodded, curling a little in his arms as he carried her along after the others. It might not help entirely, but maybe it would help just enough.

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coincount · 4 years ago

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@scavengurs said: “can you walk?” from jay.

The emission station out in Section 13 is pretty far out -- the truck gives them an hour of silence to fill, and the ripped out radio while some newbie tinkers with upping the bass or some shit leaves Abby with one arm resting on the open window and the other on the wheel. (Reports of Infected in the area on the last sweep. Bring an extra mag. No mention of Scars. Too far out from the Island. Over and out.) It feels like there’s nothing there except industrial plants, but there’s a Home Depot on the other side of the interstate and a golf course where Manny found a clicker in a cashmere golfing vest and a golf ball embedded into the back of its skull. Most fucked up Infected run-in goes to...?)

Abby hops down from the truck and stretches. She hears the click in her back as her arms jut back, and the twist of her neck that’s been aching for the past two fucking weeks with the cot Manny’d gambled her out of. The sound of the engine must’ve alerted them -- she hoists her backpack over her shoulders, slides the hunting rifle over the top, and pauses.

“Wait. Hear that?” Grunting. Yelling. Shrieking. Right on cue, she counts two, three, four Infected hurtling through the door to an old supermarket across the street (the frayed fire exit door sign’s faded in the sunlight, but fuck, the noise it makes when it slams into the wall behind is enough to make her jump, and she readies her gun from the back of the truck.)

They’re beating a hard path straight across to them, and there’s no doubt about to be more if they’re not careful. There’s a curdling growl and a gnash of teeth she can fucking hear from there, and one goes down with a quick headshot.

“Fuck -- we’ve gotta move. Your left!” Three runners, they can deal with. But Abby’s head twists quickly to the metal fencing, and that’s when she sees it. There’s a fucking horde. The metal’s bowing under the fucking force of at least ten. Fingers are clawing through it. Her stomach turns, and they bolt toward the door the other side of the building.

These boots are old, but comfortable, and she thinks the tread’s beginning to wane a little, so when she trips -- skids, really, on a bundled up mound of fucking garbage that some asshole’d left hidden round the side of the building -- and goes flying forward, her ankle twists with a quiet crack and she lands face first against the dirt. The impact shoots up her leg, hard, and billows out a dust cloud as she draws herself up onto her elbows and stifles a fucking whimper. Fuck.

(The screams are louder. Closer. A gunshot that isn’t hers takes out the runner that’s hurtling straight toward her, and Abby flips herself onto her back as she reaches out to her foot. Fuck.)

Can you walk?

“Mother- fuck!-” She’s had worse. She’s been through worse and lived. This isn’t going to be how she fucking dies. Taken out by a twisted fucking ankle? She won’t die today.

“I’m -- go.” She reaches for the handgun twisted into her pant leg and scuttles back on her forearms. The door to the station isn’t too far -- twenty, thirty metres tops, and Jay offers out a hand. She takes it, balancing onto her good foot, and hoists herself up with his weight. She doesn’t know if she can walk, but holy fuck, she’s got to.

“Let’s -- get the fuck out of here.”

#clickers be clickin #ankles be twistin #welllllll this got long and for what reason @ me ??!?!?!?#scavengurs #scavengurs / jay.

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luvfae · 3 years ago

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I HATE YOU

PART ONE

summary: things get pretty heated, in more ways than one, between you and elliot, who you absolutely loath.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: alcohol use, mention of drug use, swearing, smut, choking, spanking

i hate you masterlist

You hated Elliot from the moment you met him. There was just something off about him and you had your suspicions that he was trying to fuck Rue even though she was in a relationship. And you hated that he encouraged Rue’s drug use. Elliot knew that you hated him and he knew you only hung around to look after Rue.

You were driving with Elliot, Jules and Rue. Sitting in the backseat with Rue as Jules passed her a carton of beer. You freaked out, trying to stop Rue from drinking a can without making a scene in front of your friends.

In the end Jules got mad and Rue ended up saying some pretty hurtful stuff to the blonde girl in the front seat. Rue wanted to be let out of the car and Elliot pulled over.

“Nah. She’s not getting out here, are you fucking dumb? She’s fucked up, take her the fuck home!” You yelled, glaring at Elliot in the driver seat and he sighed, pulling back onto the road and driving Rue home. Regretting ever pulling over as you ranted on the entire drive.

“You’re both fucked up for so willingly wanting to drop Rue off in the middle of the night on the fucking street,” You said, shaking you head. “And make it make sense, you, Jules, passed alcohol to an addict and then you get mad at her, an addict, for drinking it. The fuck?”

Jules and Elliot sat in silence as you went on and on about how fucked up the situation was until finally Rue was dropped off at home. Next stop was Jules house and finally yours, until you remembered you left your purse in Elliot’s bedroom.

“Can’t I bring it to you tomorrow?” Elliot asked, staring at you.

“No. I don’t trust you. I want my purse now,” you said, cursing yourself for leaving it behind. He groaned and drove off, back to his house.

You followed him up to his room. “Hurry up,” he said.

“God, you’re so fucking insufferable!” You yelled.

Elliot rolled his eyes. “And you aren’t? You annoy the fuck out of me, Y/N. You know how to kill a vibe,” Elliot said.

You laughed. “I know how to kill a vibe? I literally let you and Rue do whatever drugs you want and don’t tell a single person,” you said. Elliot stared at you, shaking his head. “I’m just looking out for Rue, someone has too.”

“Rue’s fine.”

You scoffed. “Maybe she would be if she never met you,” you said, grabbing your purse from his bed. You spun around, only to bump into his chest. “Move,” you said, placing your hands on his chest to push him away.

He grabbed your wrists, kissing you harshly and you gasped, pulling away from him. You stared up at him, face red with anger, your heartbeat quickening. You groaned, kissing him again.

His tongue searched your mouth, hands still on your wrists. You snatched your wrists from his grip, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. He looked at you, a smug look on his face before he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Shut up,” you said, turning him around and pushing him onto the bed. You crawled on top of him, kissing him again, grinding your hips against his. You pulled away from the kiss, pulling your shirt over your head and taking your bra off. Elliot’s hands flew to your breasts, massaging them and you moaned.

Elliot sat up, flipping you onto your belly and standing up. He dragged you closer to the edge of the bed by your ankles and you looked over your shoulder as he hiked your skirt up and dragged your underwear off. He dropped his pants and you pursed your lips, looking away from him. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this with him.

“I hate you so fucking much,” you said.

“Yeah, well, no matter how much you hate me you’re always gunna have to live with the fact that you came on my dick.” Elliot said, pushing himself inside of you without warning. You gripped the bedsheets, face twisting with pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of you.

“Stop fucking talking,” you breathed.

Elliot fucked you faster and harder than anyone ever has before and you couldn’t stop the pornographic moans from escaping your lips. You glanced over your shoulder, making eye contact with him.

“Bet you love this… don’t get fucking used to it,” you said, glaring at him.

He laughed. “I love it? You’re the moaning mess. We can stop if you want,” he said.

“No!” You yelled and he smirked. You looked away from him as he smacked your ass. “Fuck. Elliot!” You moaned out, burying your head into his mattress.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to finishing with every thrust.

“Such a slut,” Elliot said, reaching down and rubbing your clit. His words alone were enough to bring you to your finish.

“I’m coming!” You moaned, legs shaking violently. The feeling of your walls spasming against him made him finish also, riding out the high he pulled away and you sighed. You realised that now you had to face him.

You stood up, getting ready to get dressed and leave. Elliot wrapped a hand around your neck and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Next time you think about being a bitch to me, just remember this moment,” Elliot said. You gulped and he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, letting go of your neck.

You let out a deep breath and hurried to get change, not speaking a word to him as you got into his car and let him drive you home.

#euphoria #hbo euphoria #elliot #dominic fike #elliot x reader #elliot x you #elliot x y/n #elliot smut #rue bennett #jules vaughn #zendaya #euphoria smut #euphoria imagine #elliot fluff #elliot imagine #elliot euphoria

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bontenten · 3 years ago

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Cursed Womb

Pairing: Choso x f!reader WC: 1.9k Tags/Warnings: smut, dubcon/noncon, kidnapping, drugging, object insertion, body horror, biomedical human experimentation, gore (reposessed organs)/violence, death, medical, needles, futuristic jjk-verse, ‘doll’ mention, use of cursed techniques, cameos by Eso, Kechizu, Fem-Hito

A/N: Yayy jjk stuff finally ;-; For @cyancherub‘s Wheel of Misfortune collab. Go check out the other horrifyingly sexy pieces.

"Do you know how many different organs are in a human body?"

The man chuckles. A few pieces of metal snap together in a secure pop.

"It's alright, most people wouldn't know. There are 78."

He hurriedly adds on, "That's if we just count bones and teeth once."

The voice is a bit louder, positioned closer to you, or so you think. But in the limitless darkness, you can't judge distance.

"What if we count each bone and every tooth? How many would you have?"

The voices seem to bounce around in your consciousness. Can't move, can't think, you don't even know if you're being moved or touched. Your sensations are empty.

"Oh, it becomes a delightful 315!" he exclaims with monotonous excitement. "Ah, I feel like I'm just talking to myself."

A painful jolt bolts down your spine and spreads into each of your extremities. Icy cold, burning hot.

"You can wake now," the voice instructs. "I neutralized the drug already."

Blurry lights stretch out in a thin line, growing brighter and brighter as your eyelids crack open.

White walls. Left and right. Top and bottom. Clean. Pristine.

White walls. Left and right. Top and bottom...A figure comes into view. A man with grey skin and hair combed back. His white lab coat makes the black tattoos on his face appear even darker. There's a metal tag on his breast, where his name must be.

"Dr. Choso," he answers, seeing your eyes wander below his face. "Choso is fine. How are you feeling? I must apologize on behalf of my brothers."

Awful.

Your lips crack open but your sandpaper throat grate together broken syllables.

Choso offers an understanding smile and caresses your cheek. "Have you been a good girl? Doing everything you're supposed to?" He flips through a few pages on a clipboard. "You work multiple jobs, supporting your family, ah, good daughter and great friend. But didn't send the payment on time, hm?"

The clinical air smells sterile as flavors and sensations begin to seep back into your body. The vinyl on the examination table sticks to your skin. White walls.

Your peer down your body where your feet are propped up and secured with steel clasps at the ankles, rendering them unmovable. An itch spreads across your thigh, an unnatural pulsating desire draws your hands over to relieve it. You feel the organ between your legs, the sweet little bud that's so small, but has your whole sanity wrapped around these branching nerves.

"I'm going to take care of you today and check your condition," Choso says, reaching for a wand-like apparatus. "I looked over your patient files and your contract with us. I must say, I'm surprised how one can even wrack up a debt of this size. 200 million yen? Some shitty family you have. Now, let's have a look."

His fingers spread your labia to expose your sopping cunt, and press the bulb of the wand at your opening, gently pushing in with his right hand.

"Oh!" You squeal out from the cold steel entering, clamping down on the tip of the bulging wand. Choso's left hand flutters quickly over a keypad controlling the hologram display of what the probe is examining.

"Vaginal opening resistance is very good." Choso comments. "Excellent state."

Your torso writhes as you feel the apparatus inching deeper within, each tiny movement squelching in the examination room. You tug at the wrist-restraints and whimper out to get Choso's attention.

"Family really does vary from one person to another, huh? Look at you, bearing the burden of the mess your family caused. Look at me, making ends meet to care for my brothers." He probes deeper, twisting the handle around to survey the muscles insides. Choso prods a few spots along the wall, testing its elasticity and sensitivity. Each movement, every measurement is taken and logged carefully on the hologram.

Choso finds a sensitive spot, the readings on the screen lighting up with a signal, your gasp affirming the results. "Found it," he muses. "It's fine to just let your voice out. It can be...quite intense, I know."

You let go of your swollen, bitten lips, a mewl slips through.

"P-Please, just let me go," you beg, staring at the white ceiling as Choso continues to pry your thighs open. "I'll get the money to you, j-just give me some more time. A week! No, just two days!"

The wand stops moving inside and Choso turns his attention to your face. He offers a consolation smile that barely sits on his face. "Doll, it's nothing personal. It's just business."

Just business. That's how everything operates. When the loan terms were laid out in front of you, a brochure for The Womb on top of the 200 million, and said they would automatically null half of the debt, you couldn't resist. Even if the room loomed with a shark circling for new prey, you would be stupid not to take that offer. Or maybe, you were a fool for believing something like that could be true.

You agreed in a heartbeat, nodding viciously asking them what you needed to do, what they wanted from you. Just a host, they said, a novel experiment that would champion science. With the current state of science, a usable blood vessel could be grown within an hour. A kidney is a bit longer at half a day. The brain was arguably the most complex of all, taking a total of seven days, but still, anyone who needed a refresh when their memories were fuzzy could easily find a solution to their problem. As long as they had money.

Money easily solves every single biomedical need. With the joining of human and cursed spirit societies, hybrids, fusing human aesthetic and cursed spirit abilities became coveted. It all started with jujutsu sorcerers tasked to hunt cursed spirits trying to use the cursed energies for their own use, before long, gradually, parents began wanting children with 10% cursed spirits, then 20%, and now 45%—just enough so the child doesn't look demonic.

Your legs tremble as a thumb circles onto your clit, a loud moan coming out instinctively as pleasure shoots through each tied down limb.

"Response time faster than the average recipient." Choso notes down, quickly typing in various parameters into the system.

Despite all of the research and developments, there's just something that cannot be grown from a dish: the womb and all of its apparatus. Yes, and with that, comes the necessity for hosts. The average human woman does not have the capabilities to foster a curse within her body, Choso's mother did, but she was an exception, a genetic blip. And even though science cannot create a sufficient artificial womb quite yet, scientists have discovered how to transform and optimize the conditions of a womb to be—curse-ready. A cursed womb.

A mechanical voice announces. "Analysis is complete. Current conditions are at 98.14%. Organ is not ready for extraction. Would you like to go into Treatment Mode?"

"Oh?" Choso is actually surprised by the result. "Guess you need a bit more work." He taps on the screen.

"Preparing for Treatment Mode."

Muffled mechanical whirs sound from within your body, the vibrations of the wand structure transforming through clicks and snaps.

"What?!" you exclaim at the change happening.

"Shh, better to relax than fight it." Choso tells you, watching your body twitch and squirm in reaction. He has performed this procedure so many times, more than he can bother trying to keep count, but this moment, the moment where the body contorts and bends, where even the most pious of minds fall apart, is truly his favorite.

The probing wand pushes outward, expanding, taking up the whole space inside until your walls stretch completely around the shape. You feel a tiny prick on your neck from a needle that has pierced your skin and injected a fluid in. It's ice cold, you can feel its presence traveling quickly through each of your veins. Down your throat, across each chest, flowing into each breast and nipple. You feel it in your toes and at the apex between your legs, where it sits pulsating at the center. But it's too much, torturous even, with no relief available. But really, there is one way.

"P-Please," you beg. "Doctor, please help me, I can't, I can't."

Choso positions himself between your propped legs, looking at how your body writhes from the drug.

"Please, what?" he teases, gloved fingers already hovering your messy cunt.

"P-Please," you whine. "God, please. L-Let me come. Touch me. Please, touch me!"

"How?" His wet fingers press onto your engorged clit. "Like this?"

"Yes!" you squeal out, consumed by the need for relief. The fears about debt, the desperation to leave, completely washed over by greed. You try to wriggle closer to his palm, drive the thick object sitting in your canal deeper into your body.

"Starting Treatment Mode."

Then it burns, as though your whole body is consumed in flames licking at bare skin. A thousand devilish tongues lapping at every inch and corner of your whole flesh. Your eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open and unable to conceal the moaning pants that are crawling out of your throat.

You shudder and shake, body twisting on the sticky vinyl. Close, right on edge, it taunts you. The thrusts and vibrations from the device, Choso's fingers on your swollen clit furiously chasing after the targeted number. It's all a measurable scale to them. A statistic, a piece of business performance.

Your thighs tremble as they struggle to stay spread, beads of your wetness sloshing out each messy thrust. The white ceilings seem to blur into a hazy light through your tears.

"99.6%"

"99.8%"

"Current conditions are at 100%. Organ is ready for extraction. Please begin extraction process now."

You scream as you come, fluids spraying everywhere like a blood splatter.

"Alright. It ends here now." One of the white walls slide open and through delirious eyes you see two monstrosities. Enough to have your breath hitch and heart drop into your guts from how grotesque—disgusting and vile they appeared. Your body is still throbbing, blood pounding in your ears. But you barely make out Choso addressing them as his brothers.

White walls. Left and right. Top and bottom. Clean. Pristine.

You feel your inwards twist. Guts being wrung like a wet towel. Everything squeezes.The whole womb begins to inflate and deflate. Patterns blossom on your body. Burns eat into your skin, clawing their way around. You hear a ringing, so sharp and defined, like a metal cutting through fat. It shoots up inward. Driving through the entire cavity and cavern.

Your mouth hangs open as fluid gargles and fills the back. Eyes strain in your sockets, threatening to pop out. Your guts shift. Intestines breaking away and dissolving into a puddle.

Your womb, swollen, purple and black, is yanked out like a screw. It's much larger than an average womb cavity, transformed entirely to house and nurse a curse. The entire heavy mass beating and pulsating with the remnants of an orgasm, spasms between Choso's palms. The sliced arteries from his blood technique gushes black ink, poisoned and rotting.

"Eso. Kechizu. Clean-up here," he orders.

Choso cradles the cursed womb and deposits it into a holster with the egg-domed machine. It whirrs gently and follows Choso's footsteps out the room.

A blue-skinned woman in a short nurse's outfit greets him outside, chirping, "Hi! Hi! Dr. Choso. Hito-chan at your service! Boss Kenjaku is looking for you." She smiles happily, the stitches on her face wrinkling slightly.

"Mahito, I'll go see him right now." Choso acknowledges. He gestures to the machine behind him, the ones carrying the last living remnants of you. "Can you take care of the rest for me? Bring this over to Dr. Noritoshi. The product code is 1004"

Mahito nods and takes over the robotic machine. "Of course, Dr. Choso."

#choso x reader smut #choso smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #tw death #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw blood #tw gore #tw drugging

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badiiidea · 2 years ago

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@fillyoursoulxx Cora couldn't stand the way the other girls in town looked at Hollis. That wasn't anything new, though, was it? Taking a big gulp from her solo cup, she savored the burn of the punch as it ran down her throat, the mixture of alcohol only serving to feed her jealousy. Not that that little beast needed much of to grub on - she'd seen the way Ari Grant had been laughing and touching his arm at the drink table earlier. Happily engaged or married or whatever - Cora couldn't keep up with everyone in Alston since she'd left - she still didn't seem to have an issue flirting. It irked. So to see yet another gaggle of girls stop him by the bonfire, giggling at whatever obnoxiously charming thing he'd probably drawled out, well... that green little monster was seeing red. "Hoollllllllis -" Her sing-song was slightly slurred as she sauntered his way. Holding up her empty cup, she told him "I need a refill. You wouldn't want me twistin' my ankle in the dark would ya. Wanna be my escort?"

#cora+hollis #i maybe started it a little earlier than necessary so feel free to jump around

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sometimes i like to imagine chan being able to lighting bend just so he can zap jeonghan in the butt whenever he’s annoyed from all of jeonghans cooing and headassery aksjddj

maya youre so fucking right!!!!!!! chan knows he’s fairly accomplished if he’s capable of bending goddamn lightning, so to have jeonghan constantly cooing at him definitely provokes chan’s behaviour. in the beginning chan is able to stomach most of jeonghan’s babying and compress his agitation. he does need an outlet tho, so i bet that whenever he’s practicing (for exp: during an agni kai) he DOES NOT hold back. like there is lightning flying fucking everywhere and crisping everything it touches (most of chan’s opponents are probably dead scared of him lmao, esp if they know he’s been around yjh all day)

but maybe there’s one instance where chan has had Enough. maybe he’s sent on a voyage w jeonghan by the firelord’s orders or smth, and after days and days and DAYS of jeonghan crooning “uwu watch out for that PEBBLE channie i dont want u twistin ur lil baby ankle my precious cinnamon sugar cake” chan just whips around and casts a streak of lightning to zap jeonghan until his hair is sticking straight up. and then chan is like ‘uwu jeonghannie you should have been more careful that lightning strike just took ur eyebrows off”

#i think i would rather k*ll myself then face against chan in an agni kai wow ill sit this one out guys :*#n: mihgyu #x: sunbeam #t: choco's letters

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newinjuries · 5 years ago

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nemoofoz-blog · 7 years ago

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"Hamlet As Told On The Streets" by Shel Silverstein

Now Francisco and Bernardo, they was guardin’ the castle, Leanin’ on their spears, not lookin’ for no hassle, Havin’ themselves a brew or two, When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo. And here comes this ghost, lookin’ ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goin’ clank, clank, clank. They say, "Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you our dear departed king?" But the ghost don’t say one motherfuckin’ thing. He goes, "Wooo-wooo-wooo." They say, "Hey, we better split, And go tell Hamlet about this shit." So they run find Hamlet, they say, "Hey, sweet Prince, Your daddy’s ghost been seen runnin’ hither and hince. He’s all full of maggots and he’s grizzly and grim, Somethin’s rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think it’s him." Hamlet say, "Oh, are you sure it’s my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top? Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here?" They say, "Hey, the thing just flittered by our station, We didn’t give him no physical examination. And we don’t know for sure if your daddy was the one, But we do know a motherfuckin’ ghost when we see one." Hamlet say, "Show me where you spied this spectral klunk So I see if it’s my pop, or if you was both drunk." So they bring ol’ Hamlet to the spot, and then They wait five minutes and wooooo --- Here he comes again. He got gray skin, black teeth and hollow eyes, Beckonin’ like this -- young Hamlet cries, "Hold, spirit of darness, are you a ghostly apparition?" "No," says the ghost, "I look like this from malnutrition. Of course I’m a ghost, but sone, don’t be scared, And I’ll tell you some shit that’ll fry your hair." He says, "You got two relatives, I won’t say which, But one’s a bloody murderer and one’s a faithless bitch. Why, I was takin’ a nap in the garden right here, When my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my body’s even cold he’s wearin’ my pajamas, Layin’ up in my bed with my crown on his head, Doin’ somethin’ sinful to your momma. And the terrible thoughts of what they’re doin’ up there Is more than a poor old ghost can bear. So you gotta revenge me on this harlot and this knave Or else I’ll never rest in my motherfuckin’ grave." Well, this information just flips Hamlet out. He starts walkin’ like this, with spit hangin’ out his mouth. His eyes are all bleary and his tongue looks worse, And he’s talkin’ in couplets and blank fuckin’ verse. I mean the dude is indecisive, He don’t know how he’d like his eggs, And he’s got no opinion on tits, ass or legs. He can’t decide which horse to play at the track, And when they ask him what suit you wanna wear today? He say, "Ah…um…gimme the black." He calls his uncle a murderer, Calls his momma a whore, And he can’t get it up for Ophelia no more. Oh, and Ophelia? She’s tryin’ her best To make him feel better, Wants to polish his crown jewels, But he won’t let her. "Stead of sayin’ yea, the fool says nay, And the whole court’s figurin’ he must be gay. Well, then in come Hamlet’s oldest friends, Rosenstern and Guildencrantz, They say, "Hey there, Ham, you gloomy Gus, Get up – get down – and party with us. We brought you some actors, Some tunes and some lyrics To put on a play to boost up your spirits." Hamlet says, "Hey – songs and skits, That gives me an idea that could stir up some shit. We’ll put on a play – "N" that could be just the thing To catch the conscience of the king, If there is a conscience in the motherfuckin’ king." So Hamlet calls all the actors, he say, "’Fore this drama starts, I’m gonna tell you suckers how to play your parts. You gotta speak the speech like I pronounced it – Don’t rush it, don’t milk it, don’t drag it, don’t bounce it. I mean, do it trippingly on the tongue, Or else I’ll see your thespian asses strung up and hung. And don’t saw the air with your hands flappin’ wild, "N’ don’t go mouthin’ my words in some method style." Then the lead actor says, "Hey – are we alive? Or just some talking meat that’s gotta listen to this jive? I have read this thing you call a script And it ain’t too bad, it’s got a few little dips. But with some new dialogue and a few minor edits – Hey, do you mind sharing writer credits? But this part about the king? -- poisoning his brother? I play this wile the real king’s watchin’? Sittin’ with your mother? You must be out of your cotton-pickin’ mind. He’ll cut out my tongue, he’ll gouge out my eyes, He’ll boil me in oil and send me to hell." Hamlet says, "How about double scale?" – The actor says, "Well… "I want my name above the title, three percent of the gross, I want that tall brunette as my dialogue coach. I want approval of director and a juicy per diem, And if there’s changes in the script, I got to see ‘em. I want a dresser, and undresser and a hairdresser, too, And I gotta-gotta-gotta have the biggest dressing room. I want an escape clause that lets me out in a month, And the first thing I insist is that you fire that cunt. I want transportation to and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother and my cousin hired to play in the band, And don’t go tryin’ to sneak in any extra matinees. And next time you wanna speak to me, Check with the director first. Now will you please go away and let us rehearse?" So Hamlet slinks off, lookin’ for a backer, Mutterin’ how he’ll never ever talk to another fuckin’ actor. And him and Horatio, they walk down a ways, Till they see some clown diggin’ a mouldy grave. Hamlet picks up a skull, he says, "Who was this sucker?" They say, "Yorick." He says, "Yorick? I knew the motherfucker. He used to be court jester. Hey, Yorick, show us how You used to make them funny faces – Why ain’t you laughin’ now? I’ve kissed these lips, I know not how oft." And Horatio quips, "Hey, let’s not announce how oft you kissed them lips. I mean people already talkin’ ‘bout the way you walk, And the fact that you ain’t givin’ Ophelia no nook." Oh, and speakin’ of Ophelia – Polonius, her daddy, Says, "Hey, that prince is drivin’ my little girl batty. Got her runnin’ all night and sleepin’ till noon, God knows what else he got her doin’. But he’s our royal prince, lord of earth, sky and water, But he’s also a horny little pimply-faced shithead Trying to hump my daughter." So Polonius calls Ophelia and says, "Listen, darlin’ daughter, I hope you and Ham ain’t doin’ things you shouldn’t oughter, ‘Cause you let ‘em touch an ankle and they wanna grab a knee, And they never buy nothin’ that you let ‘em have for free." Ophelia says, "Hey, Pop, I know the score, You think I wanna wind up another palace whore? I got the dud sendin’ me letters and babblin’ ‘bout the moon, I really do think his bells are out of tune." "Well, don’t you go dingin’ his bells," says Polonius, "’Cause if he throws you in the grass, I’ll get your big brother Laertes to kick his royal ass." Now Laertes overhears his name bein’ bandied about, He says, "Hey, Pop, you signin’ my ass up for somethin’ My head don’t know about?" Plonius says, "Son, it’s Hamlet, that loony tune, Been fed all his life with a silver spoon. He’s in my face and on my neck, I mean the dude ain’t playin’ with a full damn deck. He’s bumblin’ around twirlin’ his crown, And callin’ me a fishmonger all over town. And he’s charmed your baby sister with his rhymes and his riddles. Hey, you think she’s puttin’ on a little weight around the middle?" Laertes says, "Hey, Pop, she ain’t no baby, She got a set of jugs tha’d drive any prince crazy. Now that’s just a natural fact and not lust or incest, And if she shakes ‘em right, she could be a princess." "That’s right," says Ophelia. "That’s my scheme, And the way kings been dyin’ ‘round here, I could wind up queen." "Enough," says Polonius. "That Pince has ruined my day. Now we gotta see his fuckin’ play within a play. Hell, the place’ll be drafty, the seats won’t be com’fa’ble, I wouldn’t go at all but these tickets ain’t refundable. Prob’ly full of symbolism, I won’t understand it, Shit, I hope it rains and all the critics pan it." So they go to the play and everybody’s there. They got diamonds on their doublets, They got ribbons in their hair. Lords, ladies, dogs, babies, all in attendance, The marquee says MURDER, DECEIT AND VENGEANCE. ONE OF YEAR’S TEN BEST. DO NOT MISS IT. So everybody figures it’s another piece of shit. And they’re bitchin’ ‘bout their seats, buckin’ the line, Scalpin’ tickets and sippin’ wine, Rattlin’ their programs, twistin’ in their chairs, Tryin’ to catch if any celebrities are there. Then the play begins – and ooh, looky here – It shows the king puttin’ poison in his brother’s ear. And King Claudius is watchin’, and -- ooh -- is he pissed. He says, "I know who’s responsible for this." He calls, "Hey Gertie, come here, hon. What the hell’s the matter with your jive-ass son? I give the kid room, board ‘n’ remedial education, And he calls me a murderer, and other wild accusations. Hell, I’d sue him for libel for implyin’ that shit. But the libel laws ain’t been invented yet. Just ‘cause I’m bangin’ you, he’s givin’ me hell, I think he wants to hump you his own damn self." Queen Gertrude says, "I think he’s goin’ through An Oedipal rejection, seein’ his uncle Replace his father in his momma’s affection." "Oedipal?" says the king. "The punk is givin’ me some shit. I’ll send him where I sent his pop if he don’t quit. So you tell him it’s better to leave some things unsaid, Or he’ll be puttin’ on his crown without his motherfuckin’ head." So the queen runs to Hamlet, she says, "Oh listen, son, Y’better suck up to the king before some foul deed gets done. It’s true he wears black socks and Hawaiian shirts, But that ain’t no reason to treat him like dirt, Because he is your uncle, and I do wear his ring, And most of all, he is the motherfuckin’ king." "Don’t say mother-fuckin’ king," says Hamlet. "Please, Somehow that phrase makes my blood freeze. My daddy was a handsome dude with dignity and class, And this fat fool got hair on his back and boils on his ass. Can anybody get you in their goddamn bed Just ‘cause they got a crown on their goddamned head?" His momma says, "Hey, before you go off the deep end, There’s some things about women you gotta comprehend. "Now milkmaids and queens, we all have filet mignon dreams, But when the steak is gone, you will eat the beans. And when you’re out of beans, you’ll chew the shoes off their feet, But you eat. Just picture me – a sweet young thing, Then boom – my husband’s dead – and this sucker’s king. So it’s ‘heat the meat and act real sweet’ Or wind up with my ass out in the goddamned street. I got cellulite, I got varicose veins, I got a hip gets stiff every time it rains. And -- this -- is what nursing a baby can do, "Course, honey, I’m not blamin’ you, Though you were such a hungry child, But life goes on and a queen must smile." Then hark – just then Hamlet hears a sound From behind the curtain – like a mouse skitt’rin’ ‘round. But it’s really Ophelia’s daddy, spyin’ for the king, Listenin’ and takin’ down everything. Hamlet yells, "A rat!" and he stabs at the place, And kerplunk, out falls Polonius on his eavedroppin’ face. Hamlet sees it ain’t the king, he says, "Oh shit, Y’finally do take action and this is what you get. Now I killed my girlfriend’s poppa and I’m covered with his blood, How do you explain this to someone you love?" Then here comes Ophelia, callin’, "Daddy, Daddy dear, Hamlet, is my daddy in here?" Well…he is… and he ain’t – but someone should have told the cat Y’don’t wanna get stabbed, don’t make noise like a rat. She cries, "Oh, my daddy’s dead and I can see You stuck it in him like you stuck it in me. I can’t believe the shit you done to me. You used to want all – now you want none of me. Is this your perverted way of makin’ fun o’ me?" Hamlet says, "Hey then, get thee someplace… Maybe a … a nunnery." "Get me to a nunnery?" Ophelia moans, "Now that you ate the chicken, you wanna try and hide the bones? With your poetry and promises you messed up my brain, You are a dirty dog – and not a great Dane." "Please," says Hamlet, "I’m in a crazed condition. Can’t you see I’m torn by indecision? To be or not to be? That’s the fuckin’ question That’s givin’ me migraines and indigestion. Should I take arms against a sea of trouble, Or just walk around goin’ gubble-gubble-gubble?" Ophelia says, "Hey, you don’t fool me a bit, You’re fakin’ all this psycho shit, ‘Cause if you’re insane you don’t have to kill the king, Or marry me or do any damn thing." Ham says, "Hey, go bake a cake, or give your booty a shake, Or take a jump in the motherfuckin’ lake –" Well, that’s where he made another fatal mistake. Y’see he didn’t really mean for the bitch to do it, But she’s gone like a flash, and run, jump, splash, She’s floatin’ and bloatin’ ‘fore anybody knew it. "Oh, when it rains it pours," says Hamlet, "Ain’t no doubt, Here’s another thing I gotta feel guilty about." Well, they have Ophelia’s funeral and everybody’s there. They got diamonds on their doublet, they got ribbons in their hair. They’re rattlin’ their beads and twistin’ in their chairs, Tryin’ to catch if any celebrities are there. And it’s a pleasant event, until into her grave Leaps her brother Laertes and he rants and raves. He’s shakin’ his fist and pullin’ his hair, Gettin’ his ass tangled up in his underwear, Jumpin’ up and down in a frenzied fit, Meanwhile stompin’ her body to shit. He cries, "FEE-FO-FI, if I find the guy who caused her to die, I’ll slice him like a pie. I’ll cut out his heart and send it to Peru, ‘N’ I’ll c.o.d. his balls off to Timbuktu, Ship his dick to England in a registered letter, And then let him try to get his shit back together." Then the king pulls his coat, he says, "Harken to this, Hamlet’s the dude who fucked up your sis. And he also stabbed your daddy, too, And all you do is boo-hoo-hoo? What kind of brother and son are you? If it was my family I know what I’d do, I’d be on him like a damned tattoo. Now… there is a sword with a poisoned tip. It’ll send any sucker on a one-way trip, ‘Cause all it takes is one itty bitty scratch… Hey, Hamlet, how about a little fencin’ match?" Well, then the whole fuckin’ place caves in, Hamlet stabs Laertes, and Laertes stabs him. Then Hamlet turns around and stabs his uncle, too, While the queen drinks some poison the king had brewed. So she dies, he dies, Hamlet dies, Laertes dies On top of where Ophelia lies, Right next to where Polonius died. And before you can wink, blink or turn your head, Chop-stab-slice -- every motherfucker’s dead. Then in walks this cat Fortinbras, he says, "What – is -- this? I have never seen such a fuckin’ mess. You got skulls and swords, you got guts and gore, You got bodies piled up from ceiling to floor. You got broken glass, y’got tangled hairs, You got blood and wine runnin’ down the stairs. You got dented armor and ripped up gowns, You got bent-up crowns just rollin’ ‘round. Y’got a punctured king, y’got a poisoned queen, Y’got a sweet prince dyin’ on the mezzanine. And behind that curtain there’s another dead duff, And a body from the fishpond just floated up. Y’got a stiff in the garden with some gunk in his ear, And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here, And two guards on the gate tower drunk on beer. What the hell’s been goin’ on here?" Well, that was the end of our sweet prince, He died in confusion and nobody’s seen him since. And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune… And you can find shit in a silver spoon… And an old man’s revenge can be a young man’s ruin… Oh – and never look too close… at what your mamma is doin’.

#shel silverstein #poetry #hamlet #shakespeare

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Spending far too long making maquettes for characters I could’ve just drawn

It’s true, I could have just drawn out my cast and been done with it in 2 days max, but, that’s boring. I’ve done enough character drawing in this project already and my hands were getting withdrawal symptoms from clay. These dudes took me way longer than I anticipated, used up far more clay than I prepared for and on one occasion, made me cry, yet I had so much pure, child-like joy making them that I really don’t care.

Here we go lads

Base Structure

cuttin wood, twistin wire, glueing wire in wood, making a skeleton

I cut up some little almost squares of wood (don’t judge me, I’m terrible with a hand saw and I really couldn’t see a big enough pay out from whipping out an electric one) and sanded the edges down so my hands wouldn’t die. I then proceeded to do one of my least favourite model making activities and twisted together a bunch of wire so I could start making some little skeletons.

I didn’t have any sketches for the crew members that weren’t Steve, only a vague idea of what style I was going for so this was terribly planned. HOWEVER, I just went for the classic one little one and one big one which spoiler worked out super well.

I drilled holes in my poorly cut bases and used some Araldite to secure those bad boys in there. I didn’t attach the arms to the rest of my skeleton yet because I had no idea where I wanted them yet and thought that waiting until the tinfoil body shape was sorted would help me out a wee bit.

I was correct! putting the tinfoil on first made figuring out the arms way easier, however, they aren’t exactly securely in there so let’s pray to the maquette gods that that won’t be an issue later on.

Super Sculpey time

Because of my loose-ish arms and incredible ability to mess something up if it’s not rock solid, I decided to shove down a relatively thin layer of clay over my tinfoil and wire friends and bake it so I could just build over solid foundations. They currently look absolutely horrifying but I’m really happy with their proportions both in themselves and to each other which I didn’t expect to happen. I’m also digging that I decided to go with interesting stances and not just a stood up and rigid kinda thing.

If whoever is marking this somehow remembers my blog posts about making the maquette for Greg during that stop mo project, you will recognise my skills for using various glassware from my poor Mother’s cupboard to help to support my chaps and hopefully save them from imminent death in the oven.

I then realised I completely forgot about all the extra bits on Steve and set to work fixing that with a power drill up the bum, through the head, even more twisted wire (still hate it) and some extra tin foil padding. Also, once I added the tail thing, I realised that his bottom half was no where near as fat as I wanted it to be, and it would have been way to much mass to do in just clay so I went ham with that foil.

This is when I cried.

I just dropped him while working on the face and it was a moment. I refused to pick him up to assess the damage for 5 solid minutes, so all I was going on was an awful smack sound, a pile of crumbled clay and a concerned look from my Dad who happened to be in the room at the time. Thankfully, I was being dramatic and the damage wasn’t even too bad, I had him right as rain in 15 minutes and a little extra oven time.

Here he is! all fixed and honestly better than he was pre death drop.

I’m aware that the lush yellow blanket draped over a piano stool is a wee dramatic from a WIP shot, but this is when I read the email about the stop motion work experience and I needed a good shot of these fellas to send in.

Anyway,

I’m actually so proud of this trio. Yeah non of them can stand up on their own and they are currently secretly propped up in some way, BUT, for something I did literally no planning apart from random brain waves here and there, they’re turning out wicked.

Painting

I wasn’t going to paint them, because they’re just maquettes and I had told myself that I was already spending way too much time on these chaps but I just hated the full skin tone look. It just gave me the absolute chills. Also, I’m currently thinking that I want to use actual fluffy fabric where I want these just to be fluffy and it would just look so wrong if I had a different coloured fabric over a block tone body soooooo here we are.

I kept them all on the same colour scheme and I’m actually really happy with how it turned out. I stuck some glitter onto Steves weird ball thing just because I found it in my draw like 2 days and I wanted an excuse to use it and I fully love the result. I did have concerns about their mouths looking rate weird, but with a lick of paint i’m living for it.

Getting around trying to texture clothes with clay

I did indeed end up going with my fabric idea.

I popped to my nearest wilko, found a cheap pillow that I kinda liked the texture off (it had two fabrics so I had to go for it, I love options), and cut it up like a mad man. I used good ol’ hot glue to attach it and during the process got so much white fluff everywhere that I don’t think my parents want me coming home from Norwich anymore.

Steve looks fab, but, I’m an idiot and did the fluffy fabric before some the smoother, less gets-in-your-way stuff, so I’m going to have some real fun trying to hot glue that down around this fur.

For example, this is the order I should’ve done the fabric in, but hey, I learnt and I’m now a better person.

I decided to leave sleeves and trouser legs off my little guy because not only did I like the diversity, but he was too little anyway and he would’ve become just a bundle of dead pillow.

I love how they look now, and The fur is just beautiful.

Giving them a base for no particular reason

Since they can’t really stand on their own and looks good together anyway, I decided to make just one big base that they could stand upon.

I made the smart person decision to paint around their crystal white feet with the soul sucking black before I glued them down so that I could really get those angles going for a pretty finish.

I glued them down with hot glue which worked way better than I thought it would. Originally I was just using the hot glue to temporarily hold those suckers down while I drilled and screwed nails into the underside but after realising how difficult that would be with their very very delicate limbs, I risked leaving it with just hot glue and it’s proper secure.

Shockingly, the two puppets that had both legs on the ground were the worst balance wise, and I could see their ankles cracking and bodies tilting the longer I left them to stand on their own. My mum had the fab idea of shoving some dowel under them, so I painted it black and used far too much hot glue to make sure my lads didn’t die. It actually worked really well and is way more subtle than I thought it would be.

The finished gang

vimeo

Cast sheet

It’s basically the non-animated version of my turnaround. I took a bunch of screen shots, shoved them into the photoshop document lovingly provided by Jon, and made it all fit while putting my tetris skills to good use.

Conclusion

It’s been 7 days of solid hard work, including through Christmas eve and day (can I get some points for dedication here), and they’re finally finished! Yes, I did exactly what I said I shouldn’t do and got so caught up in a minor aspect of the bigger project that I spent too much time on it, but I absolutely loved doing this. Maquette making is one of my favourite parts of this course and I do not regret a second of this. Sure they have their flaws, like two of them can’t stand without a pole on their bum and most fingers have fallen off and been glued back on, but I love them. This has to be one of my proudest achievements since Greg, so I’m so ready to take this project further.

Also, i’m rate proud of my cast sheet for the character bible.

#characterbestiary

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