#but i find it so tedious and such a waste of time ugh
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i hate chemistry
#been here for almost 3 years and had never made a post out of anxiety for being interesting or posting good content but today i say#to hell with it#let my first post in here be about my hate towards chemistry rn ig#past me thought taking the class fully online would be a brilliant idea#...SIKE!!#dam course gave me a scare so bad i lost my apetite for almost two days#was almost taken out of the course for inactivity which could've made me lose my scholarship#but it's looking like i'll be able to stay.#now i just have to deal with the 10 or so assignments i have due 🙂🙃#plus all the projects from my concentration courses#guess i'll just be miserable for a month lmao.#i just wanna watch the dragon prince#catch up to toh and ml#and get started on my tbr pile#but noooo#fucking chemistry#what's funny is that it's super basic chemistry mixed with physics. like introductory shit#but i find it so tedious and such a waste of time ugh#respect to all the chem enthusiasts out there cuz i could never#*sighs* wish me luck lol#i'm gonna need a lot of it jaja#rant
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Drunk confession
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Format: Drabble
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Crying, Sobbing, Drunk problems
Word Count: 2K
A/n: Wanted to write one only for Dazai but I couldn't help myself and now here we are :)
↳Osamu Dazai
It's two in the morning and Dazai can't sleep as always, filling these hours of loneliness with reading his manual of suicide over and over, waiting for the rays of the sun to peek through the curtains and set another day of his tedious life. Dazai is at his dorm alone and he scarcely has any guests over; which is why the articulate knocks on the door catches him off guard. He glances at the clock and approaches the door as possibilities cloud his mind. What's going on? Did something happened? Maybe the guild has attacked again? Or that rat Dostoevsky has made a move to play his schemes on Yokohama's ability users? Or...
When he opens the door, he expects Kunikida, Atsushi or perhaps a member of an enemy organization ready to kidnap him or pull the trigger right in front of his face; but behind the door It's just you, cheeks red from what he assumes is the effect of alcohol he can smell from ten miles away.
He stares at you, with a curious turning into calming look on his face before asking you to what does he own the honor of meeting you at this fine hour, but the answer he receives isn't verbal; it's a sudden attack of affection coming from a embrace taking his waist imprison. An embrace that was supposed to be tight but you're too zoned out to keep yourself on your feet let alone hugging the shit out of him.
"Y/n...?"
"Shhhhhhhhh~"
His heart can't stop slamming itself to his chest and he's almost happy that he doesn't have to hide his flustered face because you probably won't remember anything in the morning; but you're still hanging in his arms, face all grumpy and eyes half-lidded while not giving in to the comforting warmth of his embrace lulling you to sleep.
"Yooou bas...tard... ugh!"
It's ok. He has heard that from many people before, but you can't be here only to insult him and leave, right?
"Y/n? What-"
"Shut up! You annoying peace of work!"
He's wrong. That is the reason why you're here for.
...Partly.
"I'm here to... kick your ass! For all the trouble you've put me through!"
"Y/n stop shouting and calm down. What are you talking about?"
"You... You don't even know! You damned bastard! Stupid bandage wasting machine! You never let me get to work! I can't work with you! I'm... I'm quitting my job at the agency!"
Dazai doesn't get confused very often, so he's really impressed when he searches through his memories for any recall of him holding you back from your work, but he fails to find any.
"You still don't get it!?"
You want to punch, smash and kick the life out of him, but all you do is sinking into his chest more as you inhale his scent while whining with a whisper-liked tune.
"It's... I don't know either! It's just... Maybe your face! No... Not just that... I don't know... Maybe your hair too... Or the way you smirk when you mess with Kunikida... Or how you lie on the couch as you mumble the song playing in your headphones... Or... Or how you... How you... It's everything! Everything you do distracts me! And not even at work! It's like you're everywhere but not... everywhere at the same time... I don't know again... maybe... maybe I like you or something... ah... my head... hurts..."
When you finally lose conscious and fall asleep in his arms, Dazai holds you close to himself, hands lightly caressing your hair as he smiles at your fucked up state. He now has doubts if he wants you to forget, if he wants tonight to disappear in the shades of memories from the women he had spent some nights with no strings attached; but whatever he wants, he can't help but to smile at your pretty face and glassy eyes, and how you're so innocent yet such a loud-mouthed at the same time.
↳Chuuya Nakahara
Chuuya has never been one to hold back from making a drunk mess out of himself, but when he sees you taking shots relentlessly, he knows he's the one to drive tonight.
Your face is hot but not enough to evaporate the tears that can't prevent themselves from falling on your cheeks, and you're not-so-quiet sobbing is kind of catching other people's attention but somehow Chuuya doesn't care, he just presses you against his chest harder and while not wanting to ever see you be upset like this, he wishes you would drink with him alone more often.
"I...hiccup* Can't take it hiccup* anymore..."
"Oh c'mon, you've been through worse y/n. Plus, we didn't have great losses. Accidents happen"
"Right! Says the most powerful ability user!"
Your grumpy expression makes him smile harder. Although it's wrong to hug your comrade like this, he still tugs you closer and lightly rubs your right cheek with his thumb, chuckling at your confusion.
"Huh! N-Now you're laughing at me!? You- You- You're supposed to help me out, Chuuya! I- If you're going to make of fun of me just leave!"
"Like I'm leaving you here when you're a crying mess! Did you forget your position? You're an assassin working for the mafia! Anyone wants you dead! Being alone here when you're vulnerable is another one of your shitty ideas! Besides, I will never leave you y/n, you already know that"
He's right. He has never left you even once on your own before.
No matter how many times you mess up on mission, how many times you get into trouble facing your higher ups or what time it is, day and night, Chuuya always comes to help you out. He's always been there, to be a shoulder for you to lean on when you're suffering from the pain, or to cheer you up after a long mission by bringing you your favorite snacks. He has always been there with you, in sadness and happiness.
Chuuya gets worried when he catches you staring at his chest silently, but the feeling disappears when your hands land on his cheeks.
"You're right... You've never left me alone..."
Words fade from his mind as you look into his eyes and then slowly lean closer, body still wobbly but determined to do this. He never expected you to make a move. He did wanted you, even though he could never drop a hint and he thought that maybe it was for the best if nothing ever happens, but now that you're this close to him, he can't think of anything negative let alone the problems this dangerous relationship might drag along with itself. He closes his eyes as your lips meet, wrapping his arms around your waist while tasting the bitter liquid left on your mouth, totally unfazed by the looks he knows you're earning right now.
Chuuya can always fight, but he rarely gets to kiss his bestfriend; so he might as well enjoy himself while he's at it, and maybe this won't be the last time he gets this close to you.
Only if you remember what happened in the morning, which Chuuya is gladly ready to remind you in case you forget, by capturing your lips in another kiss.
↳Fyodor Dostoevsky
"I'm... cold..."
Fyodor doesn't hug his subordinates, nor does he pat them or let them sit on his lap, so... You could say you were somewhat special.
He sighs as he lightly pats you on the back, wrapping his cloak around you while thinking of scolding you as soon as you regain consciousness, never letting you lay a finger on alcohol. While he's kind of pissed because he never thought you could get this clingy since you're so shy and decent around him, but this feeling... This comfortable warmth that radiates from your body... It's nice. Nice enough to help him look over the fact that you were lying about being cold only to stick yourself to him more and whine nonsense he doesn't understand but lowkey tries to.
"You shouldn't drink this much at work, y/n. It will make us more trouble and we already have a handful of that"
Fyodor doesn't expect a response, or a proper one to say at least; and he didn't get one, if a small sob filled with regret coming from you doesn't count.
He glances at you from the corner of his eye to make sure that you're not crying, then looks back at the monitor again with his attention completely pointed at you. You're upset about something he's not aware of; he doesn't poke his nose in other people's private lives unless they're dangerous or his target of course, but for once in his life, he wishes he had paid attention to you more. Why? He knows, but it's so wrong and he doesn't want to push himself to say it out loud, happy that no one has ever asked him too.
You're one interesting little Myshka.
"I want to be of use for you"
Your voice is quiet, more like a mumble; but lucky for you, Fyodor has sharp ears.
"Hmm? What was that, dear?"
Your stare is pointed at the floor, but your mind is wandering around another place. Fyodor feels you wrapping your arms around him a little bit harder and a short pause before you speak up again, your voice a bit louder than before but would still count as mumbling.
"I... want to help you achieve your goals, sir. I don't want to be a burden to you. I want to be useful, even though the result might not really be something I would exactly like"
Fyodor knows everything. All the turns and twists of your little mind, all the intentions you have behind your little gestures, all the thoughts you smother behind your scrunched up face; but that doesn't mean he wouldn't like to hear you actually say it every now and then.
"Why? Why do you want to help me achieve something you're not looking forward to, Myshka?"
Myshka, a cute nickname Fyodor calls you with, which is kind of normal since you're a rat working under his watch; but you're the only one who gets to be called that. None of his other subordinates are called anything special. Just you. The tiny pathetic Myshka he likes more than his other subordinates. Why? No one knows, but no one really cares either.
Except for you.
I... I think that... I enjoy to see that you're relieved... And that you can... finally take a break...
Because you have nice goals and they make the world a better place...
Because... Because... I...
"Because I would like to see you smile, sir"
Fyodors coherent taps on the keyboard stops and you gain his attention again, only this time he doesn't try to hide his glance; he tilts his head and looks at you straightforwardly.
Of course you hide your face in the crook of his neck, and of course that makes his heart a tiny bit clench.
"Like... Not out of... I don't know... Mischief or anything... A relieved smile... A victorious one maybe?... Not one of those smiles you wear when you are bargaining with someone..."
"I understand what you mean, dear"
His voice is not enthusiastic but softer than before, with a hint of gentleness inside. It makes your figure looser on his lap, giving him access to do what he wants with you, as if he couldn't already.
And suddenly something unexpected happens. He plants a kiss on your shoulder, making you shiver and glue your chest to him harder than before.
"I too, would like to see you smile dear"
And I would like to have you by my side when that time comes.
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While exploring the Sky Islands, the Rito pair think about their time together in Rito village, the stresses of adulthood, and their bond with each other as they search for a mysterious temple. That unspoken tension comes to its breaking point when they find something else beyond a landmark and things grow out of control… literally.
Even up so high in the sky archipelagos, Teba could still feel the arid air from the Gerudo region brushing up past his face. Maybe Rito weren’t fit for exploring outside of Tabantha, but he was stubborn before being defeatist. With Tulin and his best men guarding the village, no Yiga clansman could ever hope of breaking in. It wasn’t hard—it was tedious and boring.
He had to turn around every few minutes to check if Kass was still following behind him. Good thing he did, because the bard had gotten enraptured by the sight of yet another Zonai Device. Even with his hulking frame, he was clearly lacking in any kind of warrior sense. Teba was almost tempted to shoot near his feet to startle him for his carelessness, but he simply bit his tongue and stopped in his tracks. “Kass, can you please hurry up?”
“I’m sorry, but Amali and the kids said they were curious about those devices that fell everywhere. It won’t take more than a second!” Purah Pad in hand—a mass-produced model under Zelda’s approval—Kass snapped a photo of the giant fan. “Truly interesting things, aren’t they? To think that the wind Rito use can be made by simple centrifugal force…”
“Interesting indeed…” Teba sarcastically muttered. “Now hurry up. We have to make sure that we document our findings.”
After a well-deserved rest, Zelda didn’t waste any time. Now the sage of time, she was more determined than ever to chronicle the history of every nook and cranny of Hyrule. She wanted nothing more than to do the exploring on her own, but with reparations for the entire kingdom on her plate, she had to settle for sending out ambassadors and research teams to seek out all shrines, temples, and relics Hyrule could offer.
“Oh, no need to be so methodical about the entire affair, my friend. We’re uncovering ancient art here!” Kass cheered, accordion in hand as his fingers ached to play the instrument. “I know that you’re the elder, but have you lost all whimsy in your life?”
“We’re uncovering it because it needs to be uncovered. The Zonai, the Shiekah, and whoever else lived in Hyrule before us were a bunch of cryptic pranksters. I mean,”—Teba reached for his bow and shot at the Zonai Sentry in the distance before it could activate, making it crumble into pieces just as it started up.—”my ancestors just wrote down information like rational people. None of this riddle nonsense.”
Kass stared at the sentry explode into pieces—aquamarine shards flying through the air with green smoke protruding from the spot the robot perished. “My, you need to work on your anger problems.”
“I don’t have anger problems.” Teba shot another one, sending it careening down to the surface of Hyrule. “I’m just blunt.”
“The ones that have the most problems are the ones that deny it the most. That’s a proverb from—”
“Your teacher, yeah,” Teba grumbled. “I just wanna get done with this so I can return home and be with Saki. She’s probably worried sick…”
“Oh, you know Saki’s a strong woman. She’s probably over the moon that you’re taking some time off from being the elder. If your plumage wasn’t white, I would’ve already assumed that you’ve begun graying!”
Teba started to walk faster in an attempt to avoid a confrontation. Kass’ laugh was usually infectious, but during work, the sound of careless joviality was like hearing nails scrape against a chalkboard.
Why did it have to be him? He’s so… Ugh…
Kass was a carefree man—perhaps too carefree. Most of the men in the village called him insane for leaving out of the blue on a music-seeking trip—Teba included. Amali was the only one that seemed to support his decision, but sometimes, even she wished for him to come back and help take care of the kids.
However, what he lacked in focus and responsibility he made up with sheer knowledge. The man was a walking encyclopedia of Hyrule’s history when it came to the arts. After The Calamity was dealt with, he had risen from a nameless bard to the head of Hyrule’s art and culture program. Zonai—Shiekah—Gerudo; he could decipher it all and do so twice as fast as Zelda’s head researchers.
Teba would love it if the story ended there, but someone that loved to explore as much as Kass was obviously going to wander into wild territory with the excitement of a dimwitted hatchling, and it frustrated Teba to no end. It wasn’t that he was stupid—he could forgive that at least—but Kass knew the risks, and simply valued the concept of adventuring far more than his own life.
Turning his head back again—half out of habit and half out of genuine concern—he saw Kass leaning down every few steps to stuff some sundellions into his backpack.
Ignore him. As long as he arrives safely, you won’t need to worry about anything else.
///
A lack of sleep was something that Teba was accustomed to. Even before being chief, he would always sleep with an eye open. Every part of him was attuned to be on the lookout for something as small as the rustling of leaves. Being on the lookout for moblins or aeurocudas was just part of the job, especially when his neighbor was one of the few Rito men that never sought the way of a warrior.
“Ah, what a refreshing bath!” Kass hopped out of the pond, feathers ruffled up as he dried himself.
Teba swallowed harshly, still refusing to turn around and engage with Kass. When they first traveled to this island, he choked when Kass started to undress around the body of water. Why did he even react so strongly? He had gone on long monster-hunting excursions with Harth many times—bathing in nearby waterfalls to get the bokoblin blood off them. He wasn’t an overly hormonal teen Rito, so why?
“Are you sure that you don’t want to dip in? The water up in here is so soothing…”
“No. Too cold for me.”
“Too cold for a Rito?” Kass asked teasingly. “Color me surprised.”
The sound of the belts and buckles of Kass’ kilt was the sign that Teba could finally turn around and watch. Still, he felt a lump in his throat as he saw Kass without his leather armor—his feathered, naked chest visible and shamelessly displayed.
Even now, he had trouble understanding someone as combat-aversed as the bard could manage to have such a strong build. He certainly wouldn’t be able to match him in flight, Kass’ muscly frame could probably break him in half. His arms were stocky and thick, sporting definition around his body that helped him haul most of their travel equipment without trouble.
Teba even remembered hearing about Amali needing to call a tailor to get Kass’ measurements taken since the standard armor for all the Rito no longer fit his burly physique. It was as hilarious as it was jealousy-inducing. He could picture himself during that day—staring off at Kass’ home as he twirled around shirtless as Amali and the tailor stretched the measuring tape around him.
What is up with me?
“And whatever has you so grumpy? We’re just an island away from arriving at the destination the stone tablet spoke of.”
“Hm?”
Kass jumped off the rock formation near Teba and slid right next to him with a travel mat of his own. “Wanna know something funny, friend?”
With an exasperated sigh, Teba looked at Kass. “What?”
“You remind me of my teacher. He was very grumpy like you, but kind and handsome as well.”
Kass’ beak curved as Teba felt his cheeks turn red. The bard’s honeyed words lingered in his mind—spoken so kindly that it was as if they were being serenaded to him. Teba’s chest tightened, but he didn’t clench it out of fear of Kass noticing his sudden reaction.
What… What are you DOING to me?!
“You don’t need to act so stern. He had to step down from his station due to stress.” Kass solemnly glanced at his accordion for just a moment. It was short—less than a second—but his beak trembled as he recalled the memory. “And well, it’d be a shame if you were to end up like Kaneli so soon. I quite enjoy seeing you fly.”
“You can see me? All the way to the flight range?”
“Someone who travels so much has an eye for detail,” Kass explained. “I sometimes station myself on Revali’s Landing, and I can see you from there.”
“Ugh, how embarrassing…”
“Oh, your flight prowess is nothing to be ashamed of.” Kass seemed to return to his normal, composed self, but as soon as it went away, another wry smile painted itself across his beak. “And by the way, you should either tie your kilt better or invest in some undergarments. Just because you’re all alone in that range doesn’t mean that you’re exempt from decency.”
“I—“
Teba fell into silence. His heart pounded with the ferocity of a hammer smashing against his ribcage. He opened his beak, but no words came out. The only sound was the roaring winds of the sky islands and the crickets chirping around them. Their gazes met, and the pounding grew stronger and stronger. Teba felt like his heart was going to explode into a gory mess from how intense the beating was. It echoed through his ears, drowning out his own thoughts.
That was until Kass broke the silence. He let out a boarish cackle—acute and gravelly, it was the total opposite of his soothing voice.
“W-what’s so funny!?”
“Your face!” Kass said amidst laughter and gasps for air. “Oh, that was priceless! You’re a sucker for praise, it seems!”
“N-No!” Teba puffed up his cheeks—defenseless against Kass’ teasing that he could only approach it like a child. “Shut up! How was I supposed to know that there’d be someone looking up my kilt!”
“Don’t blame me for having eyes!” Kass defensively said. “Plus, you should thank me for telling you. A less than kind person would’ve told on you to the entire village.”
“I…” Teba squirmed under the weight of his own shame. “Yeah, whatever. Going to sleep now.”
“Sleep well, dear chief~” Kass gazed at him deeply—amber eyes glistening against the moonlight.
Teba turned around, and while he certainly closed his eyes, slumber didn’t reach him no matter how much he tried. The concept of Kass gazing up at him in voyeuristic glory made his stomach churn with something not too dissimilar to discomfort. It made him nervous, yet at the same time, that same feeling he got whenever he flew up high up. The only time that he ever felt something so potent was when he soared to the skies above Rito Village to face Vah Medoh.
…How can a simple minstrel do something like that? My chest…
The sound of Kass’ deep snoring broke Teba out of his train of thought. The Rito was sprawled over his travel carpet, drool trailing out of his beak and his accordion resting near him just like how a plush would be held by a hatchling.
“Sleep well, Kass.”
///
“This is it, Teba! This is the spot, I’m sure of it!”
“Huh?”
They had finally arrived on the island detailed on the stone tablet. Atop an island in the Faron Sky Archipelago was an islet distinct from the other land masses coated in yellow leaves, random rock formations, and dilapidated Zonai architecture with nothing inside. The one they found themselves in was a large expanse with a temple just like the ones found in the corners of Hyrule, just a little bit smaller in size. The entrance was in the shape of a giant skull, and in front of it, a stone tablet with a message inscribed upon it.
And yet, with such a striking discovery in front of him, Teba couldn’t help but stare off into the distance. He couldn’t bear to look at Kass anymore; not out of annoyance like earlier, but from the strange stew of feelings simmering inside of him.
“Are you not excited? We’ve been traveling for days to get here!”
“I-I am, I am. It’s just…” Teba swallowed. “Just a lot on my mind. Let me know if you need anything, alright?”
Kass sighed, clearly resigned. “Will do, friend.”
Teba exhaled in relief as he heard the distinct sound of Kass’ accordion startup. The click of the keys and the tone they let out thereafter was like a wave of comfort washing over the Rito chief. How long had he gone without hearing that melody? Kass left just around the time Link woke up, and couldn’t come back to the village during the upheaval… the melody was so much more soothing than how Teba remembered it.
“Humble spirits of the Zonai!” Kass announced with showman-esque candor. “Allow us to access the secrets of this stone tower island at once, please!” He coughed up into his wing before beginning his song.
A hero of draconic heritage, rising up into the skyTo fight a beast that haunts us but what for we do not know whyTake power at the cost of yourself, then let thee fly
The chime of something unlocking traveled through the entire island. Teba brandished his bow just in case a sentry or something even worse was summoned—three arrows are already drawn in his Great Eagle Bow.
“What happened, Kass?!”
“I-I don’t know! A shrine usually appears, but the rumbling isn’t coming from underneath!” Instead, it was coming from deep inside the temple. Something was slowly crawling its way up to the entrance—they could both feel it. “Teba, are you—”
Teba flew at Kass’ side, almost throwing the bard with his rough landing. “Already there.”
They waited with bated breath as the stone door slowly retracted up. Dust and debris fell as the mechanism jutted the entrance skyward, and just when they braced themselves for something akin to a Silver Lynel covered in Gloom, they saw that what was causing the rumbling was… a Zonai construct gently hovering towards them with something lodged inside its ribcage-esque body.
“Thank the Godesss…” Teba let himself fall to the ground in relief—back against the altar next to the tablet. “I did not have the energy to fight yet another thing tainted with Gloom.”
“I thank you both for freeing me. It appears that I shut down while inside the Stone Tower temple and got trapped inside.” The construct explained. “I possess the reward for unraveling the secret of the temple. The answers were supposed to be hidden inside, but I can detect that the tablet containing the secret fell to the surface. Its current geographical coordinates are -0182, 1171, 0279. I concur that you ended up finding the answer that way.”
“Y-yes! I suppose that you could be so kind as to grant us that reward! I’d also appreciate it if you could give us some explanation as to what that song is supposed to mean.” Now in his element, the bard spoke with certainty and authority. “My name is Kass, and my associate is Teba.”
“Hello.” That was all Teba said as he stretched to offset the sudden exertion.
“Users ‘Kass’ and ‘Teba’ registered.” The construct made a loud whirring sound before its eye lit up “As for your reward, here it is.”
Opening up like a drawer, the slot inside the construct revealed a strange charm in the shape of a mask. Besides a few spots of rusted metal, the surface was incredibly reflective—the gleam of the sun shimmering across.
Kass was about to reach for it when he noticed that the small charm began to vigorously shake. It jerked around as it levitated slightly above the compartment inside the construct. Before he could think about what it meant and if he should reach for it, the charm lunged at his neck.
The bard stumbled back in shock, letting out a high-pitched yelp from the fright. The small bump wasn’t painful, but the chill growing on the back of Kass’ neck only grew as he tried putting the mask charm away. He pulled and pulled, yet the small amulet didn’t move.
“Kass, are you okay?!” Teba asked, hands grasping the bard’s shoulder. “What in the Goddess’ name was that?! Are you hurt?!”
“I… I think I’m fin—” Kass’ stopped himself as a strange buzz surged through his chest. It traveled all the way to his throat, morphing his tone into a warbly, dissonant shrill. “What?! What was tha—”
His chest puffed out forward, stretching the leather armor around the two giant mounds of muscle. Most of the armor got wedged in the space between the two soft, sculpted pectorals. The pressure of the vest against his chest and the sudden growth left Kass speechless, dread crawling down the side of his body like sweat trailing across his frame that left him with an open, hanging beak.
“W-what the…?” Kass gently groped his chest to check if what he felt truly happened. “How did this… What is this, Teba?”
Teba couldn’t provide an answer. The only sound that passed his ears was the ringing of a mind under total sensory assault. Kass’ grown chest drew him in like a moth to a flame. That dormant fascination that had begun to bloom when he threw momentary gazes at the bard inside the hot spring was now exploding all across his body.
What… what is…
His wings reached for Kass’ chest on their own. The more he stared at the Rito’s chest, the more the pounding at his skull continued. He had a wife. He had a kid. He was the chief. He shouldn’t. Why was he doing this?
No. Yes. Should I? I want to… what do I…
Kass’ body swelled up again. His torso grew wider, and his pectorals increased in size yet again. One final bwomph from the growing boulders on his chest for the leather chest piece to give out with an ear-piercing snap.
“A-ah… I’m not in any pain, at least… but what do I do?” Kass turned to the construct, only to see that it had retreated into its standby mode. He desperately flicked his talon against it, trying to get it to start up. “Come on, come on! What did you give me?!” His pleas were unheard by the inactive robot. Just like discarded Guardians after The Calamity, no matter how hard he tried to force it to spring to life, it remained completely still.
Hot. Teba’s body was hot. He thanked the goddess and every single other entity that lived in the spiritual realm for having a kilt bulky enough to hide his growing erection. Fuck. Okay. This is just involuntary. You’re not doing anything wrong.
“TEBA!” Kass squawked out, feathers tainted with pure liquid stress dripping out of him. “Fix this, o-or at least TRY to do something!” As he said it, that same growth traveled down to his legs. That buzz had evolved into crackling, intense electricity that jutted downwards and forced growth upon his leg muscles. “H-Hylia!” The sudden enlargement forced the kilt up as it stretched around the bard’s hips and legs.
“I-I don’t know what to do! There’s no elixir for this and I don’t have any materials either!”
“WELL THINK ABOUT SOMETHING, YOU FUCKING MOBLIN!”
To hear Kass speak to him so in a manner so barbaric was like being sprayed with ice-cold water. It was like a corrupted imitation of what the bard’s voice usually sounded like. The indignation and craving mixed together in a raving tempest inside his stomach. It felt so wrong, yet so vibrant at the same time.
“Ngh, my body’s so warm…” Kass whined as his legs pulsated once again. He pulled on the bottom of the kilt on impulse, yet it was futile. His cock swayed through the air and from underneath his skirt. Kass let out a guttural, squawk-ish noise as the indecency dawned on him. “No, no! This shouldn’t…” That electricity then continued evolving further. Intense, boiling fervor pulsated through his body. It was like having Amali’s tender hand rubbing all over his body, every single inch of his frame making him feel more alive than ever before. His eyes jerked all over the place, and inevitably, they fell on Teba.
Teba; the strong chief of the Rito—the man that kept them safe—the man that he’d vigorously stare at whenever he dipped into a hot spring. Every single thing that Kass could’ve ever thought about him converged into his mind like violent lightning striking metal.
Something’s wrong… Something’s seriously wrong… Teba… Teba… I shouldn’t be thinking of…
His stomach churned with the sound of old, thick grease boiling inside an old pot. Just like the rest of his body, it began to grow outward. Instead of the deep, rugged muscle consistency around his limbs and chest, his midsection had gained a doughy consistency that jiggled each time his body throbbed with magical energy.
“Kass…”
Teba’s left talon suddenly slipped on empty air, sending him rolling down to a patch of yellow grass. His body bumped against the hard, uneven edges of the roots of the giant tree stump that held the platform. Slight purplish bruises formed underneath his plumage as he laid on the ground with wounded pride. His cock leaked seed underneath him as the giant frame of Kass grew taller and taller, casting a shadow on him with the sun behind him.
Fuck…
Kass heaved with his hand pushing against the pillar. His kilt now wrapped itself around his waist like a belt—covering nothing and leaving his cock flopping around for all to see. His stomach pushed forward, hanging above his waist just slightly, although it hung further with each stage of growth.
“Mmgh… So… Hot…” Kass’ voice—once a harmonizing, lullaby-esque tone—now sounded like the warbled noises of a Moblin. His stomach continued rumbling loudly—a pair of love handles now seated across his side. They spilled out in a muffin top, further obscuring the already overstretched kilt. “Oh, my goodness, mgh… what is going on…?”
The intense warmth spreading through his body slowly quelled the bard’s thoughts. As his hefty chest rose up and down, he looked at his newfound pudge. Something was calling to him—a fascination that had been unearthed. Such a size was unbefitting of a Rito. They were supposed to be a race of warriors of grace and perfect shape, yet the sensation of heft sagging down from his once pristine body took the breath out of him. It made him feel above the rest of his avian brethren; their bodies were slim and weak compared to the giant, hulking avian he was.
Biggest… I’m… the biggest… Rito… It was like the mask charm attached to his chest was whispering to him, and the honeyed words felt so right. It was like confirming stray thoughts that he had rejected once before—be it out of cowardice or repression. Just… growing a little bit more… won’t hurt…
His kilt finally snapped against the pressure of his widening thighs. His newfound freedom was like liquid peace washing over him. He emptied out his lungs as he exhaled—gut pushing out slightly.
While he once stood far smaller than the giant skull structure above the entrance, he now remained just a few meters away from it. The ground shook underneath the weight of his talons slamming against it—cracks forming with each step.
Teba could do nothing but stare. Was this his fault? Should he have done something to stop this? Could he have done anything at all? Those questions ran through his mind as he got up on his feet. His cock still throbbed, but he just begged that Kass wouldn’t notice it as he climbed back up to the altar. “Kass!” He shouted.
The bard turned around in response, yet that panicked frenzy was no longer there. He smiled back at Teba, beak curving up. His amber eyes were no more—now replaced with grey, ashy pupils that held nothing but uncontrolled fervor behind them. His expression didn’t seem to belong to a distinguished minstrel, but instead to a mindless monster pushed by its bare instincts. The sight of his erect shaft certainly didn’t help either, nor did the fact that he seemingly made no effort of hiding his throbbing manhood.
“Kass?” Something was amiss. The man gazing back at him wasn’t the same person he had been traveling for days. It was a strange, uncanny corruption of him. A carnal recreation with all the soft corners sanded down. “...We need to go home. We’ll have Zelda fix this.”
“Oh, but why do you want to get home?” Kass’ voice was sly—uncontrollable ego and deceit layering his words. He lumbered towards Teba, kicking the shut-off construct to the side without a thought. “I think we should stay a little longer. Can you humor your old friend?”
Teba’s gaze remained focused on the ground. The temptation to look up at the bard’s swaying shaft was irresistible. Flashes of it passed his gaze every time that his eyes wandered off—pushing his cock up and causing pre to dribble down to the stone tiling underneath. “...We need to get you some help, alright?” He couldn’t push the act of a fearless chief. Not like this; urges upon urges built upon themselves in his mind, tempting him to do something that he would certainly both regret and love indulging in. “We just wrap some cloth around your waist and then…”
“Oh, but what’s the point of hiding away something so beautiful? Or is that that you’re embarrassed by it, Teba?” Kass cocked his head back, a striking cackle erupting from his throat. “How adorable you are! A small Rito with such big ambitions and demeanor. Do you not indulge yourself often? Is Saki not satisfying those urges coursing through your veins, Teba?”
“No, NO! You shouldn’t…” Teba felt the words getting stuck in his throat. The sight of Kass’ body had made his thoughts evolve into pure temptation—the opposite of his soft-hearted fantasies with Saki. The image of the bard’s hulking, muscular frame with the layer of pudge adorning it inspired nothing but pure, unbridled desire. “W-we can’t, Kass! We can’t!”
“Oh, don’t be silly∼” Kass bent down—gut squishing against itself and rolls pushing in on one another—and reached for Teba. The Rito chief instinctively tried running away from him, but it was futile. Kass swept the avian in his hand—Teba’s body light as a feather in his massive wings—and held him tight. He could feel him struggling, and that just made him look even more adorable. His efforts were charmingly futile, a poor attempt at rejecting their natural desires. “Let’s get you comfortable…”
“Comfortable?!” Teba tried to breathe through the overwhelming stench emanating from Kass’ newfound body mass. The sudden expansion left the bard sweaty—his azure plumage now turned sticky and matted. The stench was intoxicating—like a potent liquor turned into a gas. “How can you be comfortable… being so big?! Y-you shouldn’t… We shouldn’t…”
“Oh, you’re so adorable∼” Kass gently brushed one of his winged fingers underneath Teba’s leather chest piece. The garment gave out almost immediately—revealing the chief’s white-feathered torso. “Oh, my∼ Are your nipples hard, Teba? Is there something particular that’s catching your attention?”
By now, Teba knew that talking was a Sisyphean endeavor. He continuously tried to thrash out of Kass’ grip—an act with no fruit to bear. Looking down, the temple and the island that carried it seemed so small that it was almost wholly obscured by the clouds. He didn’t know if his struggle to breathe was from Kass’ strength—the altitude—or the pulsating arousal making his cock throb.
“Mghah… Kass… Don’t…”
But the bard didn’t listen. He ripped Teba’s kilt with one single pull, letting Teba’s cock spring out freely—small drops of pre sprayed across the minstrel’s hand. “So pent up… Has Saki been neglecting your needs? You poor thing∼” He pressed one of his fingers against the tip of Teba’s cock—an indignant whine squeaked out as a result.
Those slight flicks against his dick were like hundreds of volts passing through Teba’s body. He had never been manhandled so thoroughly before. No matter what he did, he was at the complete mercy of Kass, and that rotten, depraved part of his mind took that pleasure with full acceptance. All he had to do was lean back and let the bard do his work. He need not be commanding—all that was expected of him was to lean his head back and fester in Kass’ embrace.
“Fuck, Kass… Don’t stop…”
“Oh, I won’t as long as you keep serenading me with those adorable moans of yours…” Kass lifted his hand up to get a closer look at Teba. A warm, red flush had spread around the chief’s cheeks. Underneath the tatters of his outfit, Teba’s cock throbbed as it begged for more stimulation. “And what do you seek most, little songbird?”
“Mmgh, fuck, Kass! I don’t know… just… I want you…”
“Good boy∼” Kass giggled—a deep, rumbling laugh that echoed across the sky. “I’ve seen you staring at me. Such a desperate man… I’m gonna give you what you want∼” Picking Teba up, he gently hovered his hand downwards. “I do hope that you have some good lungs, Teba.”
“H-huh?”
Lifting one of his love handles, he pushed Teba between the two chunks of flab. Before the Rito chief could let out a protesting scream, Kass pushed him deep inside. From the chill that passed around that area of his body—the sky’s strong winds brushing against his sweaty folds—he knew that he wouldn’t be completely suffocating Teba. The small, weak pushes he felt certainly let him know that he was still plenty awake.
“Ngh, Dammit!” Every breath that Teba took was like breathing the raw essence of Kass’ sweaty frame. He pushed against the flab both above and underneath him, talons and wings trying to fight against the gelatinous mass that threatened to bury him. The more he fought—the sweat that he shed—the stench; it all built up to his growing arousal. The helplessness enthralled his brain as the temptation to give up once again crawled up his spine. “Kass… Mgh, fuck… I love you, FUCK!”
Kass giggled. “Oh, I’m sure you do. And we’re gonna have a lot of fun…” The sun rose up above Kass—further making him sweat as he continued growing. The temple had been smashed quite some time ago under the weight of his gigantic rump—now a speck so small that he didn’t even feel it. “Now, keep struggling for me… because I’m gonna make you into a new man∼”
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It’s Just Meat. . .
This is essentially kinda just- Bob becoming a cannibal all on his own aka ruling out the cult of this one, like he just becomes a fuckin cannibal himself, no cult shenanigans involved here- I mean I love the cult but eh I wanted to experiment
TWs: Cannibalism, Death, Gore, Blood, Dismemberment, Hunting (Animals and Humans), and Vomiting
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Bob walked over and grabbed one of his guns, today was finally the day! He could finally go hunting again, ugh, it’d been too long since he last went hunting, was he excited? …Considering how eager he was to get out there, it was safe to say he was definitely excited for this. He packed some stuff because he was prepared to be out in the woods for a couple of days.
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He looked over his gun and began to clean it, going out there with a particularly dirty gun wouldn’t be the smartest, after all he hadn’t gotten to use this gun in a long while, he had been too busy, with work among other things, after all, he did own Boys & Grills, it could get really busy there.
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Bob was going out for, honestly two reasons, one being he needed some food for himself and since he lived in the woods out here, he’d prefer to hunt for his food then go to a grocery store, it’s much fresher this way to him and also he’d get some more meat to sell, he had hoped today would be a good and productive day.
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After finishing cleaning his gun he then stood and placed it in a holder on his back and then grabbed his supplies and headed out the door, he headed around the back of his cabin and loaded up the supplies into his pick-up truck, and then he began driving down a trail that lead deeper in the woods, it wasn’t too late in the day either, he had woken up pretty early for this.
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As hunters usually did, because when it was early, the animals were more likely to be roaming, grazing… He drove down the trail, slowly of course, Bob didn’t much like driving but in this case he needed to because well he’d need to haul his things somehow and he couldn’t do it all himself.
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Eventually, he found a good spot to set up camp and so he parked, got out, and got to work, it wasn’t too far from his usual spot so after finishing that up, he then began walking, he eventually arrived at one of his usual hunting spots, there was nothing yet aside from him but maybe soon.
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He got set up behind one of the bushes and now it was time to play the waiting game, now most would find this tedious, e x t r e m e l y tedious in fact… But for Bob? He had a LOT of patience, it took a lot to really piss him off.
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You had to be a pretty patient person in order to hunt in the first place, if you don’t have patience you’ll never be able to hunt properly, even if he was going to be waiting here for the entire day, he would if needed, and so that’s what he did, he waited… And waited… And waited…
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Until eventually, a deer had slowly started making its way into the meadow, Bob’s head perked up at the first sign of movement and he peered over the bushes, the deer was just coming into view so he took out his gun and aimed, however he didn’t fire immediately, again, it’s all about patience and waiting for the right moment to strike.
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He watched as the deer walked, the animal’s head perked up and it looked around, very cautiously, after seeing nothing the deer then continued further into the meadow…
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Luckily, it was in fact a buck… Had some pretty decent antlers too but Bob was never in the hunt for just trophies, he found that to be such a waste and downright disgusting, here some hunters were…
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Just shooting and taking the heads or antlers as trophies, leaving the meat behind, sure, eventually a predator animal would come along and clean it up, but there just ain’t no good reason to leave perfectly good meat behind like that… No, when Bob was hunting, he would use everything that could be used.
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Antlers, meat, anything he could use… He never wasted a bit of any animal he had ever hunted and he never intended to either…
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The buck began to graze, eating some grass, still occasionally looking around, it was interesting just how cautious deer were… Even when there was no notable signs of any danger, they were always constantly looking out, just in case something was there that wasn't there before.
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Bob supposed that was a good thing sometimes, to be cautious like that, after all, who knows when there WILL be something there that wasn’t before, and even worse, no way of knowing it brings danger until it’s too late …Then again, he supposed he WAS the danger in this context.
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A lot of people were intimidated by Bob at first, given his stature, his size… He was a big guy and he looked like he could really do some damage if he wanted to but he’d never hurt anyone! Bob felt sick to his stomach even thinking about hurting anyone.
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However most of the town knows of him by this point, he’s very well respected nowadays compared to intimidating and he’d much prefer that, and then finally, he snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed the buck was now in perfect position, he aimed his gun carefully, lining it up perfectly annnnd…
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*BANG!* A gunshot echoed throughout the forest, the deer dropping instantly, Bob grinned a little, always liked it when he shot just right and the animal didn’t have to suffer, he didn’t want them to feel pain, he then stepped out and hastily made his way over to the dead deer, he looked over them and sighed.
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“...Thanks, y’all are gonna feed a lotta people, includin’ me, heh …I always appreciate it” He meant that, sincerely, he was and always would be thankful for the animals providing him with a meal, providing others with a meal, it was just right to be respectful like this, he quickly got to work butchering the animal.
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He was careful in removing the gut, after all, he couldn’t risk cutting into that and contaminating his meat, after that was out of the way he got to work in cutting all the meat he could get from the animal and placing it into the meat bag, and then he took the antlers, after putting those away, and then finally he had began to skin the deer, skinning the hide that he’d use for his own cabin, or sell for some extra cash.
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Bob was never one to let any bit of an animal go to waste, that much was certain, any part he could use, he used it, and then of course, he had a shovel with him, he buried the useless bits of the deer he couldn’t use, even if a predator did come along and dig them up later on down the line it wasn’t his problem, he still had some time to continue his hunt, and so he would.
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Bob still had plenty of bags with him, after all he could bag a few more deers, well, so long as it was within the legal limit… And well Bob was a man who respected the law, in fact, he feared it to some degree, feared the thought of ever going to jail, and sure he probably wouldn’t even bag that many but it was a nice thought, after all, that’d be so much meat, not only to feed himself but to feed a lot of people as well, either way, he had to focus and he continued on with his hunt.
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After a long few hours, Bob had managed to bag another deer, he made sure to butcher quickly, sure they were protected by the meat bag from spoiling too quickly, but he couldn’t leave it there forever, he had to get back to campsite and get the meat cool, he was a strong man so carrying these two bags actually weren’t super difficult for him, sure by the time he got back to camp he was a bit out of breath but even then, it wasn’t too bad.
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Bob then placed the meat into some of the coolers he had brought with him, and then secured the hide he had and then just placed the antlers down, there wouldn’t be much worry about those, after all, he would probably just either sell the antlers in the long run or stick them up on his wall, Bob wasn’t against having trophies, just against PURELY hunting for trophies and leaving good meat behind, he did have some trophies in his cabin himself.
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But he had never wasted the meat of either of the animals, Bob then sighed and sat down for a few moments, just taking a break to catch his breath, after all, this had been hard work, having to go out there, wait for hours at a time, and then do all that butchering when Bob had managed to shoot an animal, it worked up a sweat, but even then he loved it, he loved the thrill of a hunt.
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There was just something so satisfying about it all …Okay, maybe deep down Bob understood why a lot of people had been intimidated by him at first, maybe it made sense, he had chuckled to himself at that thought, but he was by no means a bad man, he’d never hurt anyone, and he made sure that was known, the first time meeting a big guy such as himself he could imagine it was a bit scary.
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But he always was happy when they realized he was as friendly and sweet as can see, he’d never not laugh at the look of surprise and shock on people’s faces when they hear and see how friendly and kind he is, he never liked scaring anyone deep down, it wasn’t a good feeling to him, not at all…
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And now it was evening time, Bob had been drinking some water, rehydrating himself and he had even took some meat for himself, hell, with how long he was prepared to stay out here for, he could indulge some, he had grabbed some of it and then placed it on a pan he had begun preparing, he did have a campfire going considering how cold it got out here, and so he had placed the meat into the skillet, and the sizzling sound made him smile.
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Bob had always loved to cook, he had loved cooking ever since he was a young child, he especially loved grilling, he’d always grill with his pa when he was younger and of course go hunting as well, Bob just loved to cook a lot, in fact, he had even had a toolbelt full of seasonings attached to his stomach, it also held his fork, butcher’s knife, and sharpener, he grabbed some of the seasonings and began to sprinkle it onto the venison he was cooking.
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Bob loved really any kind of meat in all honesty, but if he had a preference he would definitely choose the classic, beef, his specialty IS hamburgers after all, nothing beat those but even then, he loved all kinds of meat in the long run, so long as it was seasoned properly, a little bit of seasoning could go a long way after all, after a bit of just cooking and humming a soft little tune to himself as he did so, it was finally done.
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Now, Bob then grabbed a paper plate he had packed with him, and placed his meal for the evening onto it, he then sat on the back of his truck, in the tailgate, he sighed in a content manner and began to eat, Bob was particularly prideful in his cooking skills, after all, everyone had came to his diner, had always had something good to say about his cooking.
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Bob had slowly chowed down on his supper, just looking up at the sky, the evening sky, it was a beautiful sight, the sky itself and then just being out here, with nothing but the sounds of nature, Bob had always done better as a loner, he didn’t have many friends growing up and well sure he does now but even then, he prefers to be alone most of the time, it's more relaxing for him that way.
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Eventually whilst lost in thought Bob finished his supper, he sighed, a content one and he smiled a little, his body relaxing a bit more now that he was done for the day, he had already set up his tent when he first made his little campsite here, Bob watched the sun set first, he always did love watching the sun go down and the moon come out, now Bob was more of a morning person in all honesty.
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After watching the sunset he then turned in for the night, he slowly crawled into his tent, he’d need to get some good rest for tomorrow because well tomorrow would of course be another day for hunting, that’s one of the main reasons Bob was a morning person he supposed is because he was a hunter.
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As Bob crept into his tent and laid down, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling. The first day was a successful one which he was happy about, after all, to be able to get something on the first day of hunting was incredibly lucky. Bob considered himself a lucky man.
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He smiled to himself, he hoped the next few days would go just as well or at least according to plan anyways, he closed his eyes and sighed in a content manner and then finally turned over onto his stomach and began to fall asleep, he slowly drifted off to sleep and well Bob was a fairly heavy sleeper usually but when out here in the woods he never was, it’d be very easy to wake him up.
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Bob snored loudly, in all honesty it's a good thing no one was staying with him because if they were, they’d never get any good sleep because of how loud and awful his snoring is but either way, he slept for a few hours into the night, rather peacefully in all honesty before suddenly, outside, Bob’s eyes snapped open as he heard a sound, the sound was of something rustling.
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He quickly wasted little time in grabbing his gun, he leaned forward and unzipped his tent and then grabbed a flashlight as it was dark, sure there was still a fire going to keep him warm but he needed to see out into the woods, and so he flicked the flashlight on and shined it in the direction where he heard the sound from and he saw the bushes rustling, now Bob was not an easy man to scare.
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Bob was rarely afraid of anything and he damn sure wasn’t a man to panic, so he kept calm, cool and collected, waiting to see what it was, he kept his gun ready just in case it was a predator or something and the air was thick with tension, he had really hoped it wasn’t a predator…
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The bushes continued to rustle, Bob keeping his gun aimed at it and just staring intensely at the bushes, and then much to the man’s surprise and relief, it was nothing but a possum, its eyes glowed as it turned toward Bob who was just smiling and the moment he chuckled, the possum took off, speeding out of there, he watched as it ran and lowered his gun.
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“Heh… Cute lil critter” He mumbled to himself, he wasn’t out here hunting possum though, so he had no desire to do anything, he just let it run off and then he turned his flashlight off and then just crept back into his tent for the night, he crept back inside, placing his gun down and then his flashlight and then he zipped the tent back up.
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Bob yawned and stretched out a bit, he was relieved it hadn’t been a predator or anything along those lines, he had been a bit worried for a moment, his worst thoughts had been that it could’ve been a bear but he was relieved it wasn’t, and so he laid back down on his stomach and closed his eyes, peacefully drifting off to sleep once more, and this time his sleep wasn’t disturbed.
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He had slept peacefully throughout the rest of the night, he had slept really well until of course morning time approached, even though Bob didn’t have an alarm of any kind, it was just like a sense of his, because any time the sun had first began rising, Bob could just feel it in a way, and so slowly, slowly but surely his eyes fluttered open.
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Bob’s eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked up at the ceiling of his tent. He had been drooling in his sleep, so he quickly wiped it from his mouth and then he slowly sat up…
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He rubbed at his eyes and then stretched his arms with a big yawn, it took him a few moments to fully wake up and when he did he slowly unzipped his tent and then crawled out of it, he looked up at the sky and saw the sun slowly peeking over the horizon and that made him smile, it was always such a peaceful and beautiful sight to him…
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As he watched the sunrise for a few moments, he then quickly got to work, making himself some breakfast, the fire was still going so he had time to use it, whilst he was getting breakfast ready he hummed a tune to himself, it was a bouncy sounding tune whatever it was, whilst he waited for his breakfast to cook, he was also listening to the sounds of nature, the sounds of birds tweeting, sounds of crickets chirping, and just the wind blowing through the trees.
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All the sounds of nature combining to create such a peaceful melody, a relaxing one that made Bob feel more at ease, especially after the bit of worry he had last night when he had first thought it was a predator rummaging around outside his tent, the sounds of the forest relaxed him immensely so and then eventually his breakfast was done.
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Bob slowly ate and savored his breakfast, just taking in the scenery of the forest before him, taking in all the sights, and sounds while he ate, he also watched as the sun continued to rise in the sky, slowly spreading a sense of warmth throughout the entire forest and when the sun finally began to hit Bob, he sighed in a happy relaxed manner, it felt so good, warm, comforting.
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After a bit he finished his meal and got up, stretching out for a few moments, he was in no rush, there was no rush with hunting after all, after stretching he grabbed his gun and began heading out again, he headed to his usual hunting spot, like always… And he’d wait there, today however wouldn’t provide much like yesterday unfortunately…
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And well this is how it would go for the next few days for Bob, he’d do his same routine which to most would be boring but Bob preferred a routine, but he would continue, and on the next day he’d bag a deer, only one, and then another day would be nothing, and then the day after that he would once more bag another deer, as the few days passed by rather slowly…
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He had eventually bagged enough, well enough to himself, he somehow managed to do it, and he was happy, very happy, things had turned out so well, things had gone surprisingly very well for Bob! He had been lucky enough to bag enough deers, sure he had days where he wouldn’t get any and then a day after he would but he had managed to get enough!
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Bob was grinning happily to himself as he looked at the cooler full of meat, and then of course the antlers, the pelts, oh he’d make a little extra cash for sure on these things, whilst also being able to keep a good amount for himself, this was amazing! Bob was overjoyed and excited for this, now Bob could just pack up and go home now, since well that’s all he came out here for, but he wanted to at least spend one more day…
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He wanted to spend this one more day out here, just enjoying now and relaxing in the woods…
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It was like a vacation for him, sure he had to do work even while on it but this entire time he had been out here it felt like a vacation for him for sure, the sounds of nature was so peaceful, quiet, he didn’t have to hear all the sounds of the town, the sounds of vehicles going around, the sounds of a bustling little town, all the sounds of people, out here it was just quiet, calm, relaxed.
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The forest was the perfect environment for Bob, it’s why he had a cabin out in these woods, it's why he lived where he did, he had always loved the country life more so than town life or city life in the long run, he loved being out here in nature, he’d never give it up or change it for the world in all honesty, and so as Bob went by the usual evening routine now, he had made himself some supper, sat there and ate it and watched the moon rising slowly now.
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Bob had thought about just how successful his hunt had been in the last few days, sure he had been thankful to bag the few deer he had but he didn’t figure it’d be this successful, things were going so well, he continued to eat his supper and then eventually after just eating, sitting there in silence, it was interesting how the sounds of nature changed almost like music could, in the daytime the sounds were different compared to nighttime.
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The sounds of the crickets remained of course, but now there were the sounds of an owl hooting in the distance, the sounds of creatures who only emerge at night coming from the woods, and then of course he saw that there were fireflies flying around in the sky, lighting it up on occasion, Bob watched as the lightning bugs had flew around, just occasionally lighting things up, smiling to himself.
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Eventually he finally finished his meal and sighed, he looked around and gathered up all the trash he had, he’d never leave such things out here like that, he didn’t want to leave trash lying around in nature, he didn’t like that sort of thing, and so he gathered it up, placing it just in a little bag he had with him that he’d throw away later, he tossed the bag of trash into the back of his truck, making sure to keep it away from the cooler.
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Of course Bob had always put out the fire, making sure it was fully put out, he wouldn’t need it tonight, it was a warmer night tonight, and so after making sure it was fully out, as he definitely didn’t want to risk starting a forest fire.
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Then Bob yawned and stretched out finally, the last few days had went so well for him, sure he lived out in the woods in general but there was something special to him about camping out here, camping deep in the woods, it just felt more special being out here like this to him, and then finally like he had been doing, Bob was getting ready to go into his tent to turn in for the night.
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When suddenly, he heard the sound of something snap, it sounded like a stick under someone’s or something’s foot and his eyes widened, he quickly grabbed his gun and pointed it around, he had to be prepared, the last thing he’d want was to encounter a predator right now.
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Things had been going so well and he didn’t want anything to ruin that, after that stick had snapped it went quiet for a bit… Bob just stood there, his gun pointed of course and he was just looking around, listening intently for any signs of anything that might be a threat to him and or the meat he had with him.
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There was nothing for a bit until, some rustling caught Bob’s attention, the rustling sound startled him and he kept his gun aimed, aiming at the bushes that were rustling, he was shaking a bit, sweating even, he had really hoped it wasn’t a bear or something along those lines, that was his first thought, a bear, second would be a mountain lion, he didn’t want to encounter ANY sort of predator, not now.
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The rustling continued for a bit until suddenly, something leapt out of the bushes. Now Bob didn’t have a bad trigger finger, he never did, sure, it did startle him but he didn’t shoot immediately, when he looked and saw what had jumped out at him… It turned out to be a little rabbit that was just searching for food, and then Bob relaxed and sighed in relief.
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The moment the bunny heard Bob sigh, it froze in place before sprinting off as fast as it could and then Bob chuckled “...Smart…” He whispered, not that he would’ve shot it had it stayed there or anything, Bob had no desire for hunting rabbits right now, and so then he put his gun back down and crawled into his tent and went to sleep.
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The Next Day… Bob had decided to spend at least one more day out here, the meat would be fine in those coolers for a while, after all, it was just one more day… It wouldn’t hurt anything to be out here for just that long and well that’s what Bob did, sure he had no more plans to hunt, he just wanted to explore the beauty of nature, he did take his gun for protection obviously but now he could just relax and walk around, looking and listening to the sounds.
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The sounds of the forest was peaceful, it always put him at ease, sure, there was fear of encountering predators but deep down, even with that, Bob just loved nature, he loved being out here this deep in the woods, it always put him at ease to be out here, it took the stress off himself, and well for the next few hours, whilst Bob didn’t dare stray TOO far from camp.
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. . . Eventually… Bob had wandered around, just enjoying the sights and sounds when he stopped dead in his tracks, he squinted his eyes, in the distance, he could see it, he could see what looked to be a deer, now Bob had just been spending one more day out here in order to just enjoy the sights and sounds before having to get back to work at Boys and Grills but…
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He technically could bag one more deer, after all, this would reach the limit, this could be the last deer and some extra meat for him and cash in the long run.
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Bob decided to go for it, he wouldn’t be breaking the law here, and besides, what harm could it do just bagging an extra deer for himself…? For some extra cash, it’ll be fine, and so he crept up, just a bit and hid behind some bushes. He couldn’t get too close since this was somewhat of an open place, but he could see even from here well enough, so he aimed his gun and waited…
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He could see the brown coat of the deer and then of course he had seen what looked like antlers which confirmed what he needed to know before shooting, and so he kept his gun steady and then… Finally… Boom! The instant the bullet hit the deer it fell over instantly so he grinned happily, at least it didn’t survive. Bob always liked a clean quick kill so the deers and animals didn’t have to suffer.
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Bob had then got out from behind the bushes and quickly leapt out, rushing over to the deer. He was excited to have some extra meat for himself and some extra cash with the pelt, he thought this had gone extremely well, and then as he got closer, Bob began to slow down… …He began to slow down in his running and the deer started looking less like a deer and Bob furrowed his brows.
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He continued getting closer and closer until he rounded the tree that the deer had been somewhat obscured by and then Bob’s eyes widened, his heart dropped and his breath hitched in his throat all at once, what Bob had just shot and killed was no deer …It was… A person… Why the HELL were they wearing brown gear like that?! Bob questioned to himself but then panic began to set in…
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Bob was not usually the type to easily get scared or panicked but in this moment, Bob felt absolute fear as he stared down at the body that was bleeding out, the life already draining from the person’s face, those vacant eyes, devoid of all life, haunted Bob already. He felt like he was going to throw up as he dropped his gun, his hands beginning to tremble and then the rest of his body, he was just… Staring, in shock and fear.
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After a bit, Bob snapped himself out of the shock and shook his head “N-No no no… O-Oh god…” He didn’t know what he was going to do, what was he going to do?! Bob couldn’t go to jail, and the cops, they’d never believe him in these regards…! Bob wanted to scream, he wanted to yell in anger and well regret obviously.
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But he couldn’t, he didn’t DARE attract any attention to himself, Bob muttered profanities under his breath, muttering all kinds of profanities and then he picked the person up, he cringed in disgust, animals were one thing but an actual human that Bob just shot and killed, even if it WAS by accident? This made him feel disgusted, this made him feel all sorts of swirling and mixed emotions.
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Bob quickly carried them over his shoulder back to his campsite, rushing back, he didn’t know what he was going to do but he needed to do something, he knew the person couldn’t be saved, no, that bullet had killed them Instantaneously when it struck...
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By the time Bob got back to his campsite, the sun was beginning to set, he laid the person down he did try to listen for any signs of life but no, they weren’t breathing and their eyes were… “O-Oh god, oh fuck…” Bob muttered as he stared wide-eyed down at the person.
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He didn’t know what he was going to do, the cops would never believe him and he’d wind up going to jail, he’d lose EVERYTHING he loved! His diner for one, but just… EVERYTHING!
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Bob was in a panicked frenzy at this point, he looked around for something, ANYTHING that could help him out of this situation and as he was moving around, he heard something drop to the ground, he looked around before seeing something glint in the evening light, he walked over and grabbed it and he saw it was his skinning knife …Bob had a thought pop into his head before his eyes widened and he threw his knife onto the tailgate of his truck, his hand shaking like a leaf.
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“N-No! No…! F-Fuckin’ hell…! I-I’d never…!” Bob spoke to himself, shaking his head, scolding himself for that kind of thinking, he didn’t WANT to hurt anyone, he NEVER wanted to hurt ANYONE! …And yet, his thoughts were all scrambled, he was panicking, he didn’t want the cops to find this out, he couldn’t go to jail, he couldn’t risk losing what took him so long to establish!
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…After a bit, Bob’s panicked, frenzied thoughts got the best of him, all the fear, anxiety, and thoughts in his head had practically made him snap as he rushed over and grabbed his skinning knife, clutching it tightly in his shaking hand, practically forcing himself to hold it and look at it, his eyes were still a bit wide with horror but, he needed to do SOMETHING… “I-I… It’s… It’s just… Meat…” Bob told himself, he cringed in disgust, but he had no choice, he felt like he had no choice.
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He couldn’t risk losing everything that took him years and years to establish and he knew he would if this got out… Bob slowly turned back and he shivered upon looking at the lifeless person, he slowly crept over and knelt down over them “I-I… I-I’m so sorry… I-I really am…” Bob muttered, at least wanting to give them an apology before… He got to work, he was shaking like crazy. It made it hard to cut and strip through the flesh, he felt bile rising to his throat but he swallowed it down.
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Bob had to do this, he kept reminding himself over and over that ‘It was just meat’ he kept repeating that over and over to himself in hopes it’d help calm his mind, his nerves down, but even then it didn’t, Bob could barely keep his eyes on the person, after all he was quite literally cutting up a person right now, just stripping skin like it was a deer pelt, and then using a butcher’s knife to cut up the parts.
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Either way eventually Bob finished it, and then he looked around before quickly, he got a fire started in his camp, he got the fire pit going, it was a bit hard to do with how bloody he was at this point, after that he looked back to the now dismembered person and Bob cringed again, he couldn’t hold back and so he turned and retched, fully vomiting, just getting it out of his system, he couldn’t stop shaking, and he had tears pricking his eyes, but what other choice did he have?!
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He KNEW for a fact the cops would never believe him! He and the cops didn’t necessarily get along beforehand, sure Bob had respected the law even feared it but they never did trust him so they would be just itching to throw him in jail, even for an accident, Bob couldn’t, he was NOT going to lose everything… He just couldn’t… Bob just kept trying to tell himself over and over that it was just more meat, there was no difference here…!
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After getting rid of the bile that built up onto the ground Bob got to work, he took some of the pieces he had cut up, his mind was still in a frenzied panic, wanting to get rid of this evidence before he could be found out, he was paranoid that somehow the cops would be out here even though he knew better, it’s just the fear and pure desperation that’s caused Bob to snap a little bit here.
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There was a war going on in Bob’s mind right now, thoughts of how wrong, how disgusting this is but also the other thoughts telling him he had no choice and that he needed to make sure there weren’t any noticeable traces left behind… As Bob began to cook some of the human parts he had chopped up, more specifically he was going for a hand right now and some of the fingers, he felt sick even now but he had already thrown up what was left of his previous food.
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And well Bob wouldn’t deny, maybe his hunger would help him in these regards, he just needed to… Calm down… Relax… It’ll all be over soon and then he’ll never have to do this again! He’ll never have to worry about it! It took a bit but he finally finished cooking the hand and well even with human parts it seemed Bob was still a good cook at the very least, Bob was hesitant, he was still shaking but he knew it was either this or he loses everything.
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…After a bit of hesitation, Bob practically forced the severed hand up to his mouth and then he shakingly took a bite …And in that first bite, Bob’s eyes snapped open, he blinked in surprise as he pulled back from it, he stared at the cooked flesh he was holding, maybe the paranoia, the fear, the anxiety, maybe after literally killing another human being, maybe something in Bob’s mind snapped because right now he felt crazy for what he was thinking.
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“...Th… This is… It isn’t bad at all… …It’s really… D e l i c i o u s…” Bob then took another bite, this time without his previous hesitation, sure he was still incredibly freaked out but he wanted to taste the flesh some more, and the second bite was just as good as the first, and slowly bit by bit… Bob had begun to devour what he had cooked, either forgetting he was eating another human being or just… Not even caring at this point.
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He had even gotten experimental, seasoning some of the severed body parts which just made it taste better, and eventually all the evidence was gone… Just like that, nobody would ever know what Bob had done, he no longer had to worry …He was free, free to do as he pleased, and yet, even though he had only done this to protect himself and everything he had established …He wanted, no, he NEEDED more…
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A few hours have passed now… A hunter had been making his way around the forest, he walked around, looking for his friend so they could go home. It had been a few hours since his friend had ventured into these woods and well the hunter was growing worried about them and so he began to investigate…
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Eventually after several long minutes, it had to be at least 30 more minutes before finally the hunter stumbled upon a campsite and a particularly large man hunched over something “H-Hey you! Sir! I don’t mean to bother you, but I’m looking for a friend of mine, he went mis-”
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The hunter cut himself off as the big figure had slowly stood up, his eyes widening, the other man had to be 6’8” and was huge compared to him but that’s not what caused him to cut his own words off, it’s when the figure had turned around, the man had blood all over him, dripping down his mouth and a wild, crazed, and even hungry look in his eyes and then the hunter looked down…
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And that’s when he gasped in horror, placing a hand over his mouth “I-I… O-Oh my god…” He saw the remains of his friend, or at least the severed head of his friend, the hunter felt a chill go down his spine when he heard Bob’s laughter and well the hunter instantly pulled out his gun only to have something thrown at him that knocked it out of his hands “F-Fuck!” The hunter instantly took off running.
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Bob wasn’t going to let another one get away, no he needed more, he was going to get more, he chased after the hunter who was running as fast as he could it seemed, Bob wouldn’t deny, he felt like an absolute predator right now, and he was loving every second of it, their panicked screams for help, it woke up a sadistic sense inside of him that he didn’t even know he had.
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The hunter was running for his life, screaming in hopes someone would hear but then when he looked back and saw Bob running after him he panicked even more, he could see a butcher’s knife glinting in the moonlight overhead and that caused him to run even faster, however it seemed somehow Bob was much faster than him and so the big man tackled him to the ground immediately.
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Bob just grinned, a wide grin that stretched way too far on his face to look normal, he could see how it unsettled the other hunter and he enjoyed the look of pure fear, the desperation of them trying to get away, the other hunter was even crying now and starting to beg for their life, Bob held his butcher’s knife up but before he drove it down he chuckled “...Did you know that human meat don’t taste like pork nor chicken…?” He began suddenly before continuing “In fact, I gotta say, human meat tastes more so along th’ lines of v e a l!”
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And then Bob brought his butcher’s knife down, their screams, cries, and pleads for mercy fell on deaf ears as Bob stabbed into them, even more blood getting all over him now, he loved the feeling of it though, he enjoyed the feeling of the blood spraying all over him, he didn’t stab too much into the hunter, after all he didn’t want to ruin his meal… And then Bob just dug in right there and now, he was like a hungry beast.
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Bob couldn’t wait to cook, he needed to eat NOW, and so that’s what he did, he feasted upon the hunter, tearing pieces of flesh off, cutting organs out and even eating them raw, sure they did taste better cooked and seasoned but he just couldn’t wait, more blood got all over him as he dug in, there was no hesitation in his actions, no regret, nothing, in fact Bob was enjoying these newfound feelings, he was enjoying this, enjoying the taste of his fellow man just as much as a tender lamb.
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Bob chuckled to himself as he looked down at the hunter he had torn apart and devoured “...After all…” Bob began, before breaking out into a maddened cackle that turned into a full belly laugh, his laugh was unhinged, a bit insane sounding even, Bob had either always had this in him deep down or perhaps all the pressure, all those thoughts and feelings from before caused him to snap, either way he continued to laugh before he finally finished his sentence “...It’s just M E A T…”
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Local dumbass tries human meat and doesn’t expect to become a cannibal, more at 11- Anyways! Alright! Here y’all go I kinda rushed to get this done- not that I think its bad or anything but I needed to before vacay, tomorrow I’ll be on vacation!
#The Cryptid's Writing#bob velseb#spooky month sr pelo#tw cannibalism#tw dismemberment#tw vomiting#tw hunting#tw blood#tw gore#tw death
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(Dr. Bright x Reader) Security Item
Summary: You and Dr. Bright are looking through his office, when you uncover one of Jack’s childhood stuffed animals (much to his chagrin)
CONTENT WARNING: mentions of execution, traumatic memories
“Did you find it?”
“Nope…” you sigh, closing up the drawer of the filing cabinet you are crouched in front of. Currently, Site 19 is in the midst of a large reconstruction project, and the blueprints for an older SCP’s containment chamber are required. Unfortunately, they are nowhere to be found. You and Dr. Bright had searched Dr. Bright’s office high and low, had scoured the Foundation’s digital library, and had even infiltrated your coworker’s offices, but your efforts were in vain. After nearly two hours of searching, Dr. Bright suggested that the two of you search the files in his personal quarters, which led to your current predicament: sifting endlessly through the messy filing cabinets in Bright’s living room. It was grueling and tedious, and at times a bit gruesome, as many of Dr. Bright’s drawers and cabinets were… less than tidy.
“Goddamnit!” you scream as you open another drawer, “Jack! Why is there a moldy sandwich in this filing cabinet?!”
“Oh! I was wondering where that went!” Dr. Bright exclaims, walking over to take the sandwich from you, “mmm, it doesn’t that moldy, perhaps it’s safe enough to-”
You snatch the sandwich back out of Bright’s hands, quickly throwing it into the waste bin.
“Jesus, Jack! When was the last time you even cleaned this place!”
“Hmm,” Bright scratches his chin as he ponders your question, “what year was Clinton elected again?”
You bang your head on a metal filing cabinet in frustration.
“Alright, alright. I admit I’m a bit sloppy…” Dr. Bright says, “but I swear, just hold on until we find these plans, and then I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You smile smugly and peck him on the cheek.
“You certainly will. Now enough fooling around! Let’s find these papers!”
With that, the two of you return to your respective corners of the room, continuing the search. You turn to yet another drawer, eying it suspiciously before you tentatively grip the handle. You inch it open slowly, afraid to discover what lay within. However, you are surprised to see, laying on a stack of manila folders and documents, a stuffed elephant. The plush’s matted and discolored fur clearly shows its age, and it’s a bit flat from its time in the drawer, but nonetheless, you can’t help but be endeared by the unexpected discovery.
“Well hello there!” you say in a high, sing-song voice. You gingerly take the stuffed toy in your hands, raising it to the light to inspect it.
“Hey!”
No sooner do you pick up the elephant than it is snatched out of your hands. You look up to see Dr. Bright, gripping the plush tightly. There is silence as you stare up at him with confusion and he down at you with mortification.
Then, the pieces fall into place, and you break out into a grin.
“Jack!” you exclaim, “I didn’t know you had a stuffed animal!”
“Oh, what? This old thing?” Bright says, nervously smiling as he relinquishes the stuffed elephant, “must have gotten mixed up with my things from the house by mistake… I don’t even remember it.”
“Oh,” you say, feigning belief in his weak lie, “then I suppose it’s just junk, right? And you wouldn’t mind if I just-”
You take the elephant from his hands and take a step toward the waste bin.
“No!” The plush is wrenched from your grip once more, and Dr. Bright clutches the elephant to his chest protectively.
“Ha! So you do care!” you exclaim triumphantly, “it’s funny, I never would have pegged you for the type, Dr. Jack heart-of-stone Bright!”
“Ugh, fine, fine,” Bright concedes, face as red as the amulet hanging from his neck, “you’ve caught me! I still own a stuffed toy from my childhood, now can we get back to work?”
“Oh no, no, no!” you protest, “we’re not just letting this juicy information go!”
“I have access to Amnestics use, so technically yes, we can just let this go.”
“Oh, come on!” you drawl, leaning against Bright’s back and wrapping your arms around his neck, “consider this my restitution for your traumatizing personal space.”
Bright sighs and sits down on the floor. “Alright, fine. What do you want to know?”
“What’s his name?” you ask eagerly.
“His name? Hell, I don’t remember Y/N!”
“Bullshit! No one just forgets the name of their favorite stuffed animal! C’mon! Spill it!”
“Okay, fine…” Dr. Bright sighs, cheeks growing red, “...Pebbles.”
“Pebbles?” you repeat, giggling uncontrollably, “that’s a weird name for an elephant!”
“Hey, you watch your mouth!” Dr. Bright exclaims, “Pebbles is a damn fine name!”
“Maybe you could have gone for something more classic, like Cyrano or Horton?”
“Well, I’m sorry I wasn’t as skilled in the art of literary allusion as you were, darling.”
“Alright, alright, next question, who gave him to you?”
Dr. Bright falls quiet as he considers his answer. “My mom,” he says, “it was the first time she was leaving me for a shift at the foundation. I was terrified of the dark back then, you know. Typical ‘there’s monsters in my closet’ type shit. She knew this, so the night before she left, she gave me Pebbles, telling me that he’d protect me from the monsters.”
Dr. Bright smiles at the memory, relishing in the pleasant warmth of that simpler time.
“That’s very sweet, Jack,” you say, “I suppose he meant a lot to you.”
“Yeah, he did. Whenever I was sad, or scared, or lonely, I would just hold Pebbles tight and trust that he’d protect me,” Dr. Bright’s smile fades, “I wish things were still that simple.”
Involuntarily, Dr. Bright squeezes the stuffed toy closer to his chest. You move your hand to Dr. Bright’s back and lean against him.
“Do you still sleep with him now,” you ask softly.
Dr. Bright tenses up. “Sometimes… on those really bad nights…” he answers, “the last time was just after… my field mission in Egypt.”
“Oh my god,” you mutter in shock. You had read the report. You knew what he was talking about.
“I was doing some work in Egypt with half a dozen other researchers when we were apprehended. They kidnapped us, took us to some location, and then they killed me, but they didn’t just kill me… they put the amulet on every other researcher on that mission, and killed me over and over again in their bodies… and… and Researcher Lopez… God, Y/N, she was so young. Probably younger than you, and then she was gone… and I was left in her body… And when they finally let me go… when I finally came back here, I just ran to my storage cabinet and pulled Pebbles out… because he was the only thing I could think of to help-”
Bright is cut off as tears well in his eyes.
“Oh my god, Jack,” you say, wrapping your arms around him as he rests his head on your shoulder, “I’m so sorry about this… I shouldn’t have-”
“No, Y/N, it’s alright,” he says, “you know, it’s kinda nice to have an excuse to cuddle with your favorite childhood toy.”
You smile. “Well, sometimes that’s just what you need.”
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That night, you are held up in your office doing paperwork, and only return to Dr. Bright’s personal quarters late at night. You quietly slip in, shaking your head as you carefully step around the mess you two made earlier that afternoon. However, your demeanor shifts when you walk into Bright’s bedroom. There, Jack lays on his bed, sprawled out on his side, Pebbles clutched tightly to his chest.
It’s all you can do not to cry.
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Yeah Dr. Bright was a stuffed animal kid, this is canon and you cannot changed my mind.
Also, the traumatic memory in Egypt was based off of the tale, “The Executions of Dr. Bright”, which is technically a part of a canon were the SCP Foundation is public knowledge, but this is an x reader fanfic, so I’m not super concerned with continuity :P
Also, contrary to the reader, I think Pebbles is a wonderful name for an elephant! Shame on you reader for criticizing Pebble’s name!
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are you ready for some controversy vena? in your honest opinion, rank the li’s from each season from most attractive to least attractive 👀
pshhh, alright girl! first, various disclaimers here:
attraction to me goes beyond looks. i'm pan romantic and demisexual so you know personality and connection weight in more than looks for me. if you didn't, well, now you know. i can't discern attraction without those things, that's just how i function.
just because i don't find someone attractive, or less attractive than others, it doesn't mean they're butt ugly. it just means i don't want a taste, and that's ok.
it's MY list. feel free to do one yourself if you couldn't live vicariously through this one. also, i don't take criticism, this is the most subjective it can get.
i can see the bobby stans reaching for the keyboard. DON'T BOTHER, i don't care. that goes for lottie apologists too. drop it.
alright, let's begin!
~season 1~ the driest when it comes to numbers and quality because levi is so dull and tedious.
7th. levi. i can't stand the guy. yes, he's supposedly very attractive but i can't deal with the whole romeo thing, the very empty eyes, interchangeable personality... ugh, nah. 2/10
6th. mason. i feel like there's multiple dialogues he shares with levi, but he's waaaay hotter. like, waaaaaaaay hotter, and that's because he's a drummer. that's it lol the toby thing is so dumb and i can't take either him or levi seriously. 4/10
5th. tim. because he's so funny and endearing. i don't even rate him as an li, and often steals him from jen because he deserved better, but i still prefer him over levi and mason. 6/10
4th. allegra. i really thought, despite her whole shpeal about the jealousy, that she would have a better reason to act like that, and i was right. as an li, i feel her trope is not explored enough. plus, the way she acts all shy during the reunion is just... realistic. i like her. 7/10
3rd. jake. don't get me wrong, i love the guy, i really do, but waiting 46 days to say something? 46?? when we had just been through cherrygate?? nah my guy, i need you to know what you want, and fast. yes, he's very hot and a chef, which adds 6 points for me, but waiting that long??? nope! still, better than levi. 8/10.
2nd. talia. she's the best li on season 1 in my opinion, and that's all because of her personality. her appearance is a damn nice bonus. she doesn't let anyone get away with lying/pretending, can't stand the bullshit and will call people on their bluff. besides, there's a tender side of her that she only shows with mc, and she's flirty at times and it's the most fun you have during her route. also, her, as a whole. 9/10.
1st. rohan. HE JUST DOES IT FOR ME OK??? after that first impression, and just how sweet and flirty he is, i can't just NOT be angry about the fact that he wasn't an li during the season. it was such a waste! he's so caring, always worried about mc, always asking what he can do. granted, other people do it, but rohan is just so interesting, so fucking hot... his kissing scenes are the best, his story about the empty banner tattoo, just how much shit he goes through during the season. LIKE- my boy deserved better. 10/10.
~season 2~ there are too many li's in this season and we didn't need all of them le'ts be honest.
jakub. by a landslide, the worst. there's a bunch of reasons for me to dislike the guy, but the main one is just how messy he is. let's not count the quirks they added to him, just focus on the fact that he fucked someone on day 1 from casa amor, proceeded to dump her, get with someone else, make her believe he was gonna bring her, only to stay "loyal" to hope and pretend none of that happened. why does this guy has stans is beyond me. -15/10.
lottie. here's why. she's a damn hypocrite and self righteous, always butting in people's business, never owning up to what she does. i only include her in my answers because i indulge the people that follow me, otherwise you would never see her name in my blog. physically? HOT. as a person? HOT MESS. -10/10
hannah. the lack of maturity really turns me off. she was way better on days 1-3 because she was being herself. the cringiest thing i can think for someone to do is to fake their confidence and pretend they're fine when they're CLEARLY NOT. if you know you're the shit you don't have to announce it, people know it. -5/10
felix. HE'S ANNOYING. -2/10
elijah. they made him continuously flirt with chelsea behind mc's back. then again, casa guys, because of the inconsistencies, will be rated low in this list. we are talking about game personality, not headcanons and such. 3/10
priya. she's immature as fuck. hot? yes. messy? unfortunately YES. i can't help but think about the way she threw the PRIVATE CHAT noah had with her on hope's face, in front of everybody. that really turned me off a lot. it's all besides the things she had done before, like operation, slime challenge... i don't know man, i want to believe she matured but... meh. yes, the hottest girl, physically, but not the best female li by a long shot. not even close. 4/10
kassam. i like him, i really do, but i prefer the 'constructed by headcanons" version i have of him. realistically there's not a lot to go from, the game didn't give us nearly enough. they did all the casa guys dirty, and particularly my favorites: kassam, arjun and carl. we get glimpses of who he is, what he does/likes, but to me it wasn't enough. also, kassam is not my type if we're talking body. 5/10
arjun. HE'S JUST SO DAMN HOT, physically, but the yoga story? oof, that was rough. granted, i do like his chat, particularly the one we have during brunch. if you go along with his goofiness, there's so much hidden below that mustache... but still, afterwards, just like the others, he becomes the same person as the og's. in my opinion, top 3 anime betrayals of all time, he also deserved better. appearance? 10/10. route/personality? 5/10
carl. aaaaaaaah. i have a multichapter post-villa story for him and still, he's gonna be pretty low in my list. WHERE'S THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE? WHERE'S THE COMMITMENT ISSUES BEING WORKED ON? WHERE IS THE WORKAHOLIC ANXIETY BECAUSE HE'S WORRIED ABOUT HIS COMPANY?? 6/10.
marisol. eh. it's complicated for me to talk about her because i don't really... care for her as an li. not because of her, but because of her route. as a person? i wish she was more confident in her choices. she says that graham trying to make her jealous is a bit childish but isn't that what she's doing by bringing him back? fusebox just really fucked marisol up and i hate them for it. appearance? 12/10, i think she's so damn hot, but overall? meh, 6.5/10.
bobby. yeah, yeah, i know, you love him. good for you. i can't stand impressions, and that's like 80% of his sense of humor. i think bobby, as an li, is fine. there wasn't anything thrilling in his route so his looks don't really matter to me. i find him cute and dependable, but i don't think cute does it for me. i like troubled people, you know? going through some shit, discovering things about themselves, growing, maturing, the whole thing. bobby is really an interesting guy, and he's really cute, i just don't find him appealing enough to make me fan myself. plus, he gets away with operation rather quickly and i don't... HMMMMM, i don't know... seems like there was a lot of double standards going on, you know? he doesn't make my heart race and at the end of the day, that's what attraction really means to me. as a person? 10/10. looks? 10/10. overall? 7/10.
noah. ah, my guy, shit or get off the pot. i do find noah EXTREMELY attractive, partially because of his looks, but also that warm personality and the way he talks about everything. to me he's fucking dreamy, absolutely tender and endearing, accidentally funny, and really sexy. i love him, i do, BUT the indecision my guy, holy shit. that takes away so much of the person he actually is. looks? 100/10. those eyes are sooo fucking hot! like, him, as a whole, holy shit. i reckon someone like him is the type of person that go viral every five years or so on facebook, and everyone is fainting when seeing him. that's how GOOD he looks. but like... not making up his mind? really drops the heart rate for me. 8/10.
rahim. fucking boy really got every single stan on their toes during the season, didn't he? NO ONE SAW THAT SHANNON FOOTAGE COMING. he was already really hot and gorgeous, but after he brought shannon, then dumped her for jo? THE AUDACITY?? 10 times hotter. he really said "oh, you think i'm harmelss? alright. watch me." i was like "alright, boy, pop off. do your thing. i'm gonna steal you anyway." and i did. and you know what? no regrets! i love his route from the beginning, i love his personality, i love his looks, i just wished they gave him a better night outfit, but that's not his fault. ibrahim to me is the second most underrated li in the game, and the fact that he can solve the rubik's cube, blindfolded, while doing crunches? BITCH, HE DOESN'T GET ENOUGH CREDIT. just for that, he should've been received by a red carpet made of panties. he's a solid 9/10 for me on every topic and 10/10 on looks.
elisa. now listen, disregard the "gossip sneezer" hiccup, elisa is not only accomplished being so young, she's unapologetic about her opinions, HELLA SMART, hard working, extremely sexy and just overall really attractive to me. here's the thing, they really tried to make us hate her because of the whole ordeal, but do you remember how sweet she is when she's trying to hide the fact that she's into mc? she's all clumsy, talkative, stuttering. she doesn't know where to look or what to do. i love that. she's super confident in herself but she kind of loses the floor when she sees mc, and i don't think there's anything cuter than that. i'm rating her high because she knows what she wants and she goes and fucking gets it, but not before going through an anxiety spiral and having to calm herself down. RELATABLE. the fact that she's so nervous, and really waits around for mc, is fucking cute. i like her, like i genuinely like her. she's not my type because i usually prefer thiccccccc, but she's still one of my favorites, and i wished her route was a bit longer. sneaking around with her, before we get a chance to couple up, is also really sweet. she gives a lot of reassurance, way more than other li's ever do. solid 10/10
henrik. i have the softest spot for him. i didn't care for him at first, not gonna lie. to me he was really goofy and just... too much. like, high energy. but after a couple of times just noticing what he was saying, the way he talked about love, connections, people in general? i was hooked. i love him, i really do. there's just so much tenderness to go around, he's so thoughtful and sweet, besides being quite quirky, but in a way that doesn't come across as trying hard. he's humble, smart, hot, cute, warm. i just really don't understand why he doesn't have more stans. yes, he brings blake back, but the imagery of him running towards mc, flipping his hair on jakub's face is just... ideal. he's a puppy, the good kind, and soft and unintentionally funny. AND HE HAS LONG HAIR. 10/10
gary. he's corny at times, but he has a good heart. i think he's funny without trying, has no shame in asking for a cuddle, is super massive body wise, which i honestly find so attractive. i could do without the brows but we make it work. besides that, he's a really simple guy, in a way that he doesn't need much to be satisfied. not everyone needs to be awarded or celebrated, and he gets it. he understand that he doesn't need to go long lengths to feel confident and appreciated. he just wants to live a nice life with a girl, have some kids, work, see his friends, his family. gary just wants to be happy and that comes through his route multiple times. besides all that, as a person who was invested in mc, he's charming as fuck. like- he just knows what to say and when to say it. i like his intimate scenes more than some of the li's combined. his looks, personality, storyline, dialogues, thunder thighs, tiddies. he's a solid 11/10 for me.
lucas. are we surprised? he's the most attractive because of everything that comes out of his mouth, and how. he's just out here, looking at us while we talk, giving smirks and fucking eyes, not caring if he makes us flush/feel warm. to him the more the better. he knows what to say, when to say it, how to say it and you know what? i can't help but loving him. he wants his freedom, he travels, he enjoys life but also wants to take care of the next one. he cares about the things that i care about, which is being a good person, learning how to be better, enjoying the opportunities that come, not give a shit about what people think. he's living his best life and it doesn't matter if he's villa! or returning!. i love that for him. and not to mention, i do think he's the hottest guy in all seasons. he doesn't wait around to give his opinion but he's not giving it if no one asks him, he's self aware. and despite being all that, he's still vulnerable at times, very noticeable when he feels a bit lonely, and yes he made mistakes, but everyone did. lucas is just the most attractive because he's authentic, unapologetic and fucking hot as hell. solid 12/10.
ugh, now... season 3. i genuinely hate the season it was too short i was bored and the only good thing to come out of it besides tai was... wait, there wasn't any. besides, say what you want, the li's weren't as interesting and the fandom is doing fusebox' job with headcanons and fanfics. don't be angry at me for telling as it is.
bill. AWFUL DESIGN. this one, indeed, is butt ugly. bill stans, if you find a faceclaim that DOESN'T look like the most ordinary fucking man you've ever seen, i'm sorry, that faceclaim does not apply. the guy has absolutely nothing going for him. no looks, no interesting personality, disgusting mayo talk, and he's kind of a douche. he might be RIGHT THERE with jakub for me, not gonna lie. actually, he's in the very bottom with jakub and dylan from s4. hate the guy.
ciaran. oh my god, just shut up about ireland and dogs already. here's the thing, ginger man are ATTRACTIVE to me, but where's the rest?? they did him really dirty and if he was supposed to only get a personality on boat party (if he ever got one) i didn't have the patience to wait for it. it's kind of like "you have to keep watching this show, it gets really good on episode three." I DON'T HAVE TIME OR ABILITY TO FOCUS FOR THAT LONG, DUDE, GIVE ME THE GOOD STUFF RIGHT AWAY OR PERISH, and that's ciaran for me.
rafi. meh. i do like his looks a lot, even though i feel they chose to make rafi as far from arabic as possible (as a person of color, who's a product of many ethinicities fucking each other, i know how that sounds. and i know egyptian people can look like a lot of ethnicities because mixing and all that, but i feel just a LITTLE BIT of apprehension from the company regarding his looks, and i can't stop thinking about it ok??? it's like this my guy, if rafi looked more like arjun and less like himself, would fusebox give him a butt storyline? MOST LIKELY. that's the thing. i feel they would've given him a really bad characterization, maybe even a harmful stereotype if he looked "more arabic" it's what i'm saying, but that's a conversation for another post). regardless of that, rafi is hot, yes, but he talks about his brother once, and then presses the "douchey actor button" on him and becomes a stereotype. i can't, y'all, i hate it.
camilo. OH MY GOD. they dismissed nicky as an li for these dudes? bill, ciaran, rafi, camilo? it's a no from me dog. camilo calling mc mamacita told me everything i needed to know: they were catering to clueless people that aren't latinx/hispanic/spanish and you can't change my mind. 'mamacita' is cringe as fuck. "ah, vena, that's not his entire personality." what is then? can you give me his character sheet? 'cause fusebox certainly didn't.
lily. MEH. next.
aj. SHE'S ADORABLE, don't get me wrong, but i've said many times before, i can't be attracted to her. i don't know why, i just can't. maybe it's how much energy she has and i couldn't keep up even if i tried...? maybe it's because she looks a bit... what's the word i'm looking for? GULLIBLE. that's what it is, she looks gullible. not dumb nor ignorant, just a bit too innocent. as an li? not interested. but i can say aj is objectively really beautiful and hot, i'm just not attracted to her. i feel protective over her.
yasmin. hot and a musician, and they still managed to not give her enough lines to save her life. during the season i noticed she barely had any screen time if she wasn't the li. granted, when she was, that stayed true too. not her fault, the game's. she had the most potential with me because guess the fuck what?? I LOVE CUTE GIRLS THAT ARE MUSICIANS, WHO DOESN'T?? but the lack of everything, the lack of time, of dialogues, back story, the detailing... i need more.
harry. here's the thing. the whole anger management thing was a very interesting storyline. did they do anything with it? no. did they ever touch the subject again? once, brushing it off rather quickly. do i think harry is hot? NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST. he looks so young to me! like... not young like some asian actors and singers do, no! he looks 14-16 to me, and that's the biggest "it's a no from me dog" ever. there's no fucking way i could ever think of him that way.
tai. COME ON, YOU KNEW THE RANKING OF SEASON 3. it had to be tai, he's borderline perfect to me. from design to personality. granted he didn't have any... twists in his storyline, BUT, his charm makes up for a lot of the mistakes they made in the season (in his route, that is, let's not get it twisted, i have no idea how much screentime he has out of it). tai is really about the personality they gave him, the one we can capture during the season, because DON'T GET ME STARTED ON BOAT PARTY. i don't know what that was and i pretend it never existed.
season 4. *insert disgust sound here*
read my words: NAJUMA, WILL, CORA, ANGIE, THABI, VALENTINA AND OLIVER FOR THE WIN. i don't even know who's a li besides najuma, will, angie and oliver to be honest, but i don't care.
kobi and james look so boring to me it hurts. none of the other men look remotely interesting, pretty, cute, handsome or hot. none of them have awaken anything in me that wasn't anger about their designs, which i hate with a burning passion.
i didn't play season 4 but i'm sleeping TIGHT knowing fully well i didn't waste my precious time.
i don't need to eat chocolate with pork to know it's gonna taste like the devil's anus, so for that reason, i have zero intentions of playing it. unless i can profit from it somehow, but until then, it's another no.
and those are my ratings.
NOW, if i could do a top 10, and choose just based off looks, this is my list, in whatever order because they could all rail me into oblivion:
lucas
gary
priya
tai
oliver
najuma
jake
noah
will
henrik
didn't mean to go in so deep but... rankings are hard for folks like me. everything counts and i can't objectively just say "hey, this person is hot" without knowing anything about them.
recognizing aesthetics? sure, but that's not what attraction means to me.
and this is not even counting people that weren't li's, 'cause you know shannon and hope would be part of this list, along with sammi (s1), seb, genevieve, elladine and nicky on s3, and possibly some people from s4 that i'm not sure if were li's.
alright, enough blabbering! those are my rankings jay lol
#litg#love island the game#litg season 2#litg lucas#litg gary#litg bobby#litg jake#litg talia#litg rohan#litg noah#litg najuma#litg oliver#litg thabi#litg s1#litg s3#litg s4#ranking#personal opinion
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K k so prompt mari is already in a relationship with Damian shes happy hes happy its adorable but dun dun dun Adrien finds out she's ladybug and tries to win her over it doesn't work but most of the class are rooting for him. Chloe is not she thinks he should respect that Marinette is happy with someone else and move on
Oh dear sweet anon, i have returned from war and I bring you this one shot, FINALLY FINISHED. it’s long, sorry. but pls enjoy.
Marinette wanted to believe that today was going to be a good day.
She had woken up early and was able to eat a full breakfast with her family, she was able to enjoy her walk to school and Damian was about to start his year abroad in Paris living with her family and going to school with her.
Marinette had made plans to pick Damian up from the airport the next day, so she was walking on air.
And then she got to school.
Things had been... strained since Adrien and Marinette had revealed their identities to each other. Hawkmoth had been defeated and as the guardian, Marinette felt like it was time for her to know just exactly who her partner was.
Finding out that it was Adrien seemed great at first! Someone she was already close to outside of the mask was also her partner in justice and had helped her save Paris many times.
It only took Adrien 2 minutes to show Marinette that he didn’t feel the same as her.
“My Lady! We can finally be together! Now that I know that My Lady is Marinette, I’m gonna sweep you off your feet! You’ll see, we were meant to be together. “
Marinette had tried to explain to Adrien multiple times that she wasn’t interested in him and that she was in a loving committed relationship with her boyfriend of 6 months, Damian, but Adrien wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Marinette was hoping that with Damian transferring in, Adrien would finally get the hint that Marinette wasn’t interested.
She arrived at her classroom, noticing that strangely the class seemed mostly full, like everyone had tried to get there early that day. It was... unsettling.
As she walked to her seat, she noticed the bouquet of flowers, both of them.
The first was kind of tacky, a dozen red roses with a big sparkly pink ribbon around them. It seemed to have shed glitter all over her desk and Marinette sighed to herself, thinking about the tedious cleanup she would have to endure from such a messy ribbon.
The second however, was beautiful. An arrangement of white lilies, daisies and Marinette’s favorite flower, yellow marguerites. Sometimes known as Paris Daisies, Marinette had fallen in love with the simple beauty of the flowers. Only one person knew that these flowers meant to her, and that same person also knew Marinette had a small love for the language of flowers.
White Lilies for My Love is Pure.
Daisies for I Love You Truly
Yellow Marguerites for I Come Soon.
She picked up the simple bouquet and smelled them, enjoying the soft scents and smiled to herself. Marinette looked around for Damian’s standard note but couldn’t find one, only seeing the note attached to the glitter bomb mess the other arrangement was.
“Hey Girl, did you see the flowers Adrien got you? He must really like you to have gotten you roses!” Alya said, sliding up to Marinette who had yet to acknowledge the other flowers on her desk.
“Alya, I’ve told you, I’m only interested in one guy, and it’s the guy that got me these flowers, knowing to even include my favorite in the arrangement. Those roses are beautiful, but you know I hate glitter, and pink isn’t even my favorite color. It’s green, has been for a while.” Marinette chimed back, picking up the roses finally to get them off her desk. The glitter shimmered in the light, leaving an even dusting on the note the flowers were on top of.
Marinette wasted no time in disposing the flowers, not paying attention to the note, nor her classes reaction to her throwing the flowers away
She started to begin the laborious process of cleaning her desk off when Ms. Bustier came in, drawing the class's attention.
“Class, Today we will be welcoming an exchange student from America. He will be with us for the next year to learn French culture and to learn alongside us! Please welcome in Damian Wayne from Gotham''
A boy entered the room, tall and handsome. He had dark hair, almost black and tan skin. His eyes were green, not unlike Adrien’s, however his held an air of mystery and a look of mischief.
No one noticed Marinette freezing, stopping the cleaning of her desk at the announcement of the new student, but everyone noticed her practically flying out of her desk to hug him.
“Damian! You said you weren’t coming until tomorrow! What are you doing here? You didn’t even tell me you were going to be coming. Were you the one to leave flowers on my desk?” Marinette rattled off her questions, still in the boy’s arms.
Her words were a mix of french and english, only a few people getting the full scope of what Marinette was saying to Damian. Chloe, who knew english due to her mother, Alya who had learned english reading articles by Lois Lane and Clark Kent, and Adrien who knew it for business.
“Angel, slow down, you’re speaking in both languages again. I wanted to surprise you so your parents and I planned for me to arrive this morning instead of tomorrow night. I did leave the bouquet, did you get the note with them? It was supposed to tell you to meet me at the Principal’s office, but I assume you were late again?” Damian looked at Marinette like she hung the moon, and more than a few of their classmates were wondering just who this boy was. And why was he calling Marinette Angel?
“Ya Amar, I didn’t get a note with my flowers this time. What do you mean you left a note?”
Adrien took this moment to ask the question on everyone’s mind, “My Lady, who is this guy, and why is he calling you Angel?”
Marinette turned away from Damian, fully pulling out of his embrace. “This is Damian, my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for 8 months, so I’d hope he would have some cute nickname for me. I told you guys multiple times about him, but all of you never seemed to believe me. Damian started to get frustrated at your advances Adrien, so he’s decided to spend a year abroad here!”
To say that the class was in shock was saying it lightly. Many of the students had just assumed that this boyfriend of hers was to make Adrien jealous. The only ones who had seemed to believe her were Chloe, Juleka and Luka. All three had met Damian previously to this, whether in person like Chloe or over a video call like the Couffaines. Alya’s face turned bright red while Adrien had gone pale, like he’d seen a ghost.
“Ugh this is ridiculous. I can’t believe none of you believed Mari when she said she had a boyfriend! Anyway, Wayne, you better treat Mari right while you’re here or I’m calling Jon.” Chloe exclaimed to the class, wanting everyone to stop staring at her friend like some kind of freakshow.
Damian just nodded his head in acknowledgment and started to pull Mari towards her desk. He noticed the glitter still on the desk and his eyes narrowed. “ Angel, do you need help cleaning off all of this glitter? It seems quite excessive.” His tone was cold, even as he had a gentle smile on his face directed at Marinette.
“I hope that people in this class will be respectful of My and Marinette’s relationship. I’m quite committed to her, and would be happy to prove that to anyone who doubts my feelings for her, or hers for me.”
The tension in the classroom was almost visible, some students with looks of shame and shock, other’s with small pleased smiles. The only one who hadn’t seemed to react yet was Adrien, still stuck in his shock over his lady actually being in a relationship. He finally seemed to acknowledge the world around him with Damian’s words but you could see the light in his eyes had dimmed significantly.
Damian looked pleased, and as he helped Marinette clean off her desk for the day, he had a feeling no one would doubt his angel any more.
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Silvio Foscari 👀
Hey! A millennia later I finally answer this fasdkjfhalkfas (don't ask me what I've been doing or wasting my time on)
Anyway, perhaps I put it off because really, where do I even start?
Ah, Silvio, my little garbage monster, how I adore you. You are the antithesis- the foil- the shadow- to Matteo and I cannot emphasize enough how lovely you are.
I'm also afraid that you are more than a bit nuts. But what fun is a completely sane man? And besides, I doubt anyone without at least a touch of insanity would have any chance keeping up with Matteo.
And do you ever. Ugh, what a delicious dynamic you two have (if I do say so myself).
Silvio is tall, like really tall. He doesn't think much of it but others do. Is it attractive, intimidating, or just weird? No one can decide. Paired with his sharp features and contrasting black hair and pale skin, he might as well be some otherworldly creature. Bright blue eyes and dark lashes that fall gently across angled cheek bones, a long nose with a very Romanesque slope. Not charming but striking, someone that you see- and remember. Does this lend to his massive ego? Why yes, yes it does. (And does he make sure to use it to his advantage? Also yes.)
Ego does not begin to describe this man. His mania is off the charts. The world is at his feet and everyone is a disappointing moron in comparison to his incredible genius and benevolence, etc etc......
But what would someone be without some jarring inconsistencies??
He doesn't really have any faith- in himself, in God, in humanity, in anything really. Anything except Matteo. He believes in Matteo the way a drowning man believes in the crashing waves, the way the sun touches the horizon and the wind fills the hollows of the trees and mountains with its voice.
He has a list of rather mundane allergies and finds chores tedious but fulfilling. He's basically a late century clerical fanatic. (Law and Order, the dream) He'll eat pretty much anything but will most likely bitch about it endlessly- more so if it's something Matteo suggested or is particularly fond of. Heights are.... not his favorite.
He is incredibly smart (don't ever tell him that) and though it's with given with attitude, he's quite patient and can be kind, or at least what passes as kind. Let's just say he really missed his calling as a Shakespearean actor. Whether Matteo is aware that his character is a finely crafted facade to get what he wants, or not, I'm not sure. I don't think Silvio knows either. Perhaps he doesn't want to know.
He loves sequential numbers- apartment units, phone numbers, coordinates, house addresses, receipts- he finds it satisfying. He'll go out of his way to get consecutive numbers.
He's musical, much like Matteo, though he's not as skilled, and plays best with a piccolo (why????? I could not tell you) but is quite proficient with the pipe organ, piano, and harmonica as well. His singing is lovely but infrequent and he'll only do it if it will literally save a life. (It's one thing he doesn't seem to have any trouble denying Matteo lol)
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Sweet Symptoms
Chapter 4: Healing Abilities
A few days later, Jesse stood alone in his office. He was searching through folders, trying to find a specific patient file. It proved to be a bit tedious, as said patient had the same first name as quite a few others. "Alex Newman, Alex Stewart, Alex Schuller... Ugh, this is ridiculous..." He muttered, cycling through the files.
Finally, he found it. Alex Newmaker. "Ah, there we are!" He said, grabbing it. Unfortunately, he reached too fast- slicing his finger on the edge of the page. "Ouch-! Ugh...!" He hissed through his teeth, looking at the small cut.
Despite its small size, it hurt like hell. A little bit of blood dripped out of the cut, dripping onto the desk. "Well, that's just wonderful..." Jesse sighed, grabbing a tissue and wrapping it around his bleeding finger. At least this way blood wouldn't drip everywhere.
"I believe Kitsune has a first-aid kit in her office. I should ask her for a bandage." He said, before heading for the door. "I do just fine with small scalpels and the like, but I slice my finger on a piece of paper? Well done, Jesse..." He cursed to himself, walking the small distance to Kitsune's office and going to knock. To his surprise though, it was opened. And not only that, but he could hear singing.
"...Even if you're gonna drop me in the desert, drown me in the ocean.
Give up all direction just for you.
If you're a dream, then I don't wanna wake up-"
Curiosity overtaking him, Jesse slowly entered. He poked his head in, seeing Kitsune clean around her office. Sure enough, she was the source of the singing. He hadn't ever heard her sing before, so this was quite new to him. Her voice was beautiful.
The song wasn't one he recognized, but it sounded sweet. If he was honest, it more or less described how he felt about her. No matter what it took, he wanted her to be close and safe. His heart thumped along to the melody. He was so enthralled in the young woman's singing-
He didn't even notice that the cut on his finger had healed.
Alas, the song came to a close. Kitsune gave a satisfied sigh, smiling as she turned around. Upon noticing Jesse, she let out a surprised gasp. "Oh god-! Jesse, you scared me!" She yelped, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Oh- um- my apologies. I didn't mean to startle you. I- I just came to ask if you had a spare band-aid." Jesse responded, walking in further. "I, embarrassingly, got a paper cut." He explained, holding the hand that was wrapped in the bloodied tissue.
Kitsune hissed, wincing slightly. "Yikes- those aren't any fun. Let's see what we're working with.." She remarked, gently taking hold of his hand. Upon unwrapping the tissue from his finger, she blinked in confusion.
"Uhh... Jess? I don't see anything." She stated.
Now it was Jesse's turn to be confused. "Huh? But it's-" He paused, looking at where his cut used to be. "How on earth..." He muttered, before looking up at Kitsune.
"Kitsune, I know this sounds false, but I swear to you I had one. It just- healed somehow." He explained.
"No, no, I definitely believe you. The tissue is covered in blood- and I've had my own share of paper cuts to know how it typically looks." Kitsune responded.
"How strange..." Jesse mumbled, throwing the tissue away. "Well... I do apologize again for startling you- and wasting your time. I can go now, if you'd like me to."
Kitsune shook her head, patting his shoulder. "Oh, it's fine! Besides, I love spending time with you." She assured.
The raven haired doctor averted his gaze, his face warming up slightly. "Ah- I... Likewise." He responded, as Kitsune sat them both down on the couch.
"Still though, I wonder how that happened..." The redhead muttered, glancing over at her friend. "You don't think it had anything to do with my singing, do you?" She asked.
Jesse paused, humming. "You know, had the situation happened differently, I probably would believe otherwise. Because I came here straight after it happened. I suppose I didn't immediately noticed because your singing distracted me." He suggested, before speaking in a slightly softer tone.
"And, er, your singing is quite beautiful, by the way... It basically put me in a trance." He complimented.
Kitsune squeaked slightly, blushing now. "Ah, thanks, Jess. That's sweet of you." She responded, moving her bangs out of her face. "So... What do you think this means? Do you think this was an intended side effect of the pills?" She asked.
Jesse shuddered a bit. "Who knows, honestly. I doubt it though- that's oddly specific.." He frowned a bit, glancing over at her. "Kitsune?" He spoke up.
"Hm?" The nurse hummed in acknowledgment.
"Please- for your sake, keep it a secret from them. I don't want them to experiment on that too- your tests are painful as is. I can't bear the thought of you suffering more from this." The doctor said, almost pleading as he gripped onto her hands.
"Jesse..." Kitsune mumbled, lifting her hand and placing it on his shoulder. "I will. Don't worry. No one except you and me know- and I intend to keep it that way. It'll be fine- I promise." She assured him, smiling a little.
Jesse sighed, relaxing a bit. "Good... Thank you." He responded. He absolutely despised those tests he and Kitsune took part in, but there wasn't very much he could do about it.
Speaking of which, he had one very soon... And he was not at all looking forward to it.
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Hiyoko befriends Mikan and teaches her to stand up for herself
· If there was one thing Hiyoko could not stand, it was weak willed, push-over people. She HATED people like that! They were worse than the bugs she’d squish, squish, squish all in a row. They were worse than pig’s feet. They were the absolute worse of the worse! And Mikan was ultimate worst of the absolute worse of the worst! She caved in to even the smallest thing! How could she live with no self-respect, it was so frustrating!
· Though she would never tell a soul, that was why she picked on Mikan so much. She was just so annoying! If she wasn’t going to do anything, Hiyoko reasoned that she deserved to be treated like dirt! And so that was what Hiyoko did for their first two years of attending Hope’s Peak.
· Then by the third year… something changed. Mikan was just so annoying, Hiyoko couldn’t stand to even look in her direction anymore. But she had to go to the same class as the girl to be with Mahiru, so Hiyoko had to do something.
· Marching up to Mikan’s desk, Hiyoko slammed her hands on it, making Mikan tremble and apologize over and over. “Oh my- shut up pig’s breath! Look, I can’t stand you anymore! YOU need to change! And I’m going to help, so you better do as I say from here on!”
· Though it repulsed her, she’d drag herself into approaching Mikan. At first she’d just do her usual thing of slinging insults but Mikan just kept getting worse, if this kept up Hiyoko wouldn’t be able to even stand going to class anymore! So, Hiyoko herself had to try to change too. Nothing drastic, just try to reel in the insults so Mikan would not apologize… Mikan apologized, much to Hiyoko’s disgust.
· It was a long and nearly impossible process. There were many a times Hiyoko thought this to be a lost cause and simply wanted to just never approach this again. And one day she snapped, throwing her hands up, having given up. And she just ignored Mikan, hoping that would solve the problem, but… something completely different happened. Mikan went into a panic, doing anything and everything to get Hiyoko to notice her. “So that’s what this is all about!? You disgusting waste, being a pushover is not going to get you attention!” And thus the real lessons began.
· Hiyoko insisted that the only people who got any attention, positive or negative were those with confidence. Having conviction shone a spotlight on you that others would inevitably investigate whether they wanted to or not. Mikan’s pushover, please everyone attitude was exactly why hardly anyone batted an eye her way!
· It was a very slow and tedious process, so slow Mikan hadn’t made much progress by the time they graduated from Hope’s Peak. Being stubborn Hiyoko was not going to just let this endeavor go, whenever she did anything, she always went all the way, to the very extreme, so she was going to make Mikan get some self-respect! So Hiyoko moved in together so she could keep an eye on Mikan and keep helping her.
· Wherever Hiyoko went, she dragged Mikan along. Even if Mikan was in the middle of cooking or tending to a person’s wound, Hiyoko would just drag her away to wherever she wanted. Then… “Hiyoko, m-maybe later.” “What, pig breath?” “I…” “UGH! Come on! If you’re going to tell me off, do it! Tell me you don’t want to come!” “No, no! I’ll follow!” Well… that was the most progress Hiyoko had seen, Mikan actually tried. Maybe there was some hope after all.
· And indeed, there was hope.
· When their high school reunion came around no one other than Hiyoko recognized Mikan, or Hiyoko herself for that matter. They acted like the best of friends. Though still snarky and freely threw insults, it was less vitriolic and childish than it was before and much more subtle, so subtle one would have to think over her words for a moment to find it’s meaning. Mikan freely spoke and commanded all the attention in the room. Even when she inevitably tripped and fell, Hiyoko went in for an insult, but was cut off by Mikan, telling her to just stop. Many wondered if this was the same girl they had met in high school.
· Both strong willed and taking nonsense from no one, they were a pair not to be delt with. Mikan went to Hiyoko’s shows, helping her should a routine go wrong and to act as a bodyguard of sorts, keeping any creeps away. Often Hiyoko would just watch, eating some snack as Mikan told off some creep that tried to approach Hiyoko. It was her new favorite show. No longer would Mikan do everything she was told; no longer did she do anything to please others. She still did her best to help others, but it was because she wanted to help them and not just wanting their attention, she actually cared for others’ wellbeing. Now THIS was a woman, no, a person Hiyoko could respect.
#hiyoko saionji#mikan tsumiki#hiyoko x mikan#mikan x hiyoko#Mod Gundham#danganronpa#danganronpa 2#Super Danganronpa 2#danganronpa2#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa imagine#danganronpa 2 imagine#danganronpa 2 imagines#dr imagine#dr imagines#dr 2 imagine#dr 2 imagines#danganronpa x reader
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title: Compass Rose
series: Lucifer (TV)
pairings: Mazikeen/Eve
summary: In which Mazikeen exercises her renowned patience.
warnings: Lucifer is kind of a dick in this. Not intentionally; he’s just young and colossally self-centered.
Also on Ao3!
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“You. Demon. What’s your name?” asks the Morningstar, looking bored and depressed, as usual.
She straightens up, brimming with nerves and excitement, feeling her acidic blood bubble happily because he’s so handsome! And he’s talking to her! Her siblings will shriek with jealousy when they hear of this. “Mazikeen, my liege.”
“Mazikeen,” he repeats, mispronouncing it. “Great. Maze, do something about… all that, would you? It’s dreadfully grating.”
He gestures to the sea of damned, miserable human souls milling around the base of his throne, calling up to him for help or mercy.
“Yes, my liege,” she says, her bright mind already hard at work planning the next few millennia of punishment.
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“Maze, is there a letter from Amenadiel?”
Mazikeen is now four hundred years old and in all that time, not a single letter has arrived in Hell, from Amenadiel or anyone else. Regardless, her handsome king asks every week.
It’s fine. She’s far too mature and cunning to feel even the slightest scrap of envy towards some pompous old angel she’s never even met, regardless of how obviously Lucifer loves him.
Regardless of how obvious it is that he loves no one in Hell half as much.
“No, my liege.”
“Hmm. Fine. Whatever. Fuck him, then. Brothers – who needs ‘em?”
She nods. She herself has many, many brothers, and sisters, and siblings who are neither or both, and she certainly doesn’t need them.
(Sometimes she longs for them, especially when she’s weary from the years and years dedicated to building and securing Lucifer’s kingdom, but she never needs. Needing is for the weak.)
It occurs to her that that king might be cheered by stories of Tradiusis, her most treasured and most useless brother, who is prone to chatting with the damned and asking them about all the silly human indulgences they enjoyed in life, like movies and theme parks and hot dogs. Fool that he is, the mere thought of him always brings a smile to her face.
But she decides against it, suspecting that if she were to begin telling Lucifer about her family, he’d get that same dull, faintly irritated expression she sees every time she reads him a report about the number of new arrivals and how various parts of Hell will need to be restructured to accommodate them all.
(She wonders what will happen when Hell is full – does he have a plan? Is she expected to have a plan?)
(How long, exactly, are they supposed to keep doing this?)
(Surely this can’t be all they were made for?)
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“Maze, get me a drink, would you?”
Mazikeen is Lucifer’s right hand, his bodyguard, the highest-ranked demon in Hell, named the Lady of Pain, the Whirlwind, and the Blood Dancer by her peers and underlings.
Pouring drinks is… new to her.
But this is what he wants; this club, this loud music, these inebriated humans constantly demanding attention and entertainment, constantly needing to be managed. And he’s her king.
She pours him his drink and listens to him play the piano, until some wretch attempts to grope her and loses two fingers.
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Running a nightclub is, it turns out, complicated.
There are all sorts of rules and regulations regarding what can and cannot be done inside it.
At one point, Lucifer decides it would be fun to have white tigers roaming the dance floor. After a few days spent looking into that option, she has to explain that they may to have settle for waitresses dressed as tigers. He pouts like it’s her fault and goes back to the piano.
She’s also not allowed to kill anyone, which is, honestly, ridiculous. Mazikeen is an ancient being, a warrior nigh unparalleled, with centuries of experience contending with the worst the human race has to offer, and every single night she endures treatment from at least one of Lucifer’s guests that, even to her vast, reasonable, and patient mind, clearly warrants swift annihilation.
If murder is, indeed, illegal, how do all the mortal women in this city who serve drinks cope?
“You block it out, I guess,” says Suzy, a waitress with thick red hair and tired eyes, after Mazikeen has had to save her yet again from a patron with wandering hands (and now broken hands). “You know, just… don’t let it get to you. Grow a thick skin.”
Mazikeen considers the half of her body that has no skin whatsoever and snickers inappropriately. Then she gifts Suzy one of her knives.
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Chloe gasps. “Maze! No! Absolutely not!”
“Why?” she asks, annoyed but also genuinely curious.
“I can’t just torture a suspect to get information, Maze. It’s wrong.”
Mazikeen considers saying: You already torture people. You lock them up in tiny boxes until their minds break and their lives are utterly ruined. How is that different? I don’t understand.
Mazikeen considers saying: You let Lucifer violate peoples’ innermost selves to obtain information. How is that better? I don’t understand.
Mazikeen considers saying: I don’t want to be good. I don’t care about being good. So why do I seem to put so much more thought into how to be good than you do? I don’t understand, I don’t, I don’t.
Instead, Mazikeen rolls her eyes and says nothing.
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“Maze! No! What were you thinking?” cries Linda, rushing over to the cradle. “You can’t give that to a baby!”
She snatches away Mazikeen’s present; a blade, small and silver, just right for tiny hands, the same blade Mazikeen herself received from her favourite sister on her fourth birthday. It has tasted the blood of over a hundred enemies.
Charlie starts to cry and Linda puts the blade aside so she can pick him up and comfort him.
“Children need to be able to protect themselves,” Mazikeen insists.
“No, Maze. Children need to be protected.”
“No one protected me.”
Linda doesn’t say: Exactly. Why would I want my son to be anything like you?
Because Linda is kind.
But Mazikeen is perceptive and she sees it in her friend’s eyes all the same.
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“So then, then it turns out that Jon Snow is actually Daenarys Targaryen’s cousin, right, which makes him – oh no! – a rival contender for the Iron Throne, and…”
“Ugh,” Mazikeen groans, cutting Ella off. “I thought this was a show about dragons! Why does it waste so much time on people either fucking or killing their relatives?”
She laughs at Mazikeen’s exaggerated annoyance. “It’s not just about dragons. There’s a lot of stuff about politics and war and, yeah, fucked-up family dynamics. Honestly, that’s one of the reasons it grips me so much. My own family’s always got a ton of drama going on, too. I mean – no incest. Not that I’m aware of. But you know all about my brothers.”
Mazikeen is about to ask what the dragons look like – whether the show’s version bears any resemblance to the beasts she’s ridden into battle – when Ella tilts her head sideways and squints at her. “Huh. Now that I think about it… I’ve told you all about my brothers but I’ve never asked anything about your family. That was shitty of me! Can I ask now? Or is it, like, one of those things you don’t talk about? Like where you’re from and how you met Lucifer?”
Fiddling with a lock of her hair – it’s straight and black today – Mazikeen says, “I don’t mind talking about it. Just… most people don’t care.”
Ella frowns, briefly (cutely, curse her). “Well, I wanna know! You got any brothers?”
“Yeah.”
“How many?”
“A lot. I’m not actually sure exactly how many there are now.”
“Oh, right. Gotcha. Are you close to any of them?”
“Not these days. But when we were young, we were pretty tight-knit. Didn’t really have anyone besides each other.”
Ella asks her more questions and though she has to keep her answers extremely vague, Mazikeen finds that she likes talking about her home and her childhood. Prolonged exposure to the human world has begun to make her feel insubstantial; a tool, a disguise, a thing without roots or history. Lucifer’s been no help with that, for he’s only ever known her as his servant (and, sometimes, when he’s in a good mood, his friend, by virtue of the fact that friendship with someone who works for you – who can do nothing but work for you – requires no tedious emotional labour whatsoever).
It’s nice to remember that she has, in fact, been other things. That she could, perhaps, be other things in the future.
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“So,” Dan slurs, hunched over his beer. “You got whores… hordes… horns? Thought demons had horns.”
She’s busy applying a fresh coat of candy-pink lipstick to match her powder-blue bob. “Some do. I don’t.”
“Well, that sucks. That’s not fair! You deserve horns. You’re cool, Maze.”
Because that provokes a twinge of genuine affection, she says, “Wanna see what I have got?”
“Hell, yeah!”
He grins drunkenly.
“You need to promise not to scream.”
“Oh – oh, man, is it scary? Is it gross?”
She shows him her true face.
After a moment of owlish blinking, he shrugs and returns to his beer. “Eh. S’not that gross. Lucifer’s grosser. Wanna play pool?”
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Amenadiel presents her with a beautiful black sheath. “I crafted it from my own feathers. It will keep the blade contained until he’s old enough to wield it safely.”
She slides Charlie’s knife into it. “Someone will need to teach him.”
“Who taught you?”
“Me? No one. They just threw us at one another and clapped for whoever survived. But… well. He’s not like me, is he?”
The angel places the sheathed blade down beside Charlie’s stuffed rabbit and plastic truck. “Maybe not now. With any luck, that will change.”
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“Ma-aaze,” Lucifer groans, flopping back in his armchair with his long legs artfully folded and his hand over his eyes. “I’ve had such a tiresome morning. Pour me a drink, would you?”
“Pour it your damn self,” she suggests, standing on his penthouse’s balcony and admiring the view. His throne in Hell was about as tall as this building. From up here, all the little people down below look exactly the same.
He pouts and fetches a glass – and, to her surprise, one for her as well.
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Mazikeen brings an abrupt, efficient end to the bar fight by slamming her palm into an assailant’s solar plexus.
He drops like a ton of bricks, joining the pile of groaning men, broken furniture, and smashed bottles. (Shit; it’s going to take ages to clean all this up. If Lucifer didn’t have infinite money, Lux would have gone bankrupt eight times by now.)
She turns to see Eve staring at her, beautiful mouth hanging open, and braces herself for the “Maze! No!”.
“That was so cool,” Eve breathes, and rushes over to leap into Mazikeen’s arms, only to draw back at the last second. “Oh no! You’re hurt!”
There is, indeed, a small cut on Mazikeen’s left hand.
“Don’t care, doesn’t matter,” says Mazikeen, reaching for her, wanting badly to be kissed.
But Eve drags her into a quiet back room where she applies disinfectant and bandaids with cartoon cats on them.
“I really wanna learn how you did that thing with your elbow,” she chatters, wiping away a few spots of blood with a white handkerchief. “The way his nose just went crunch! – man, it was fantastic.”
“I can teach you. If you like.”
Eve’s dark eyes are fond. “You’re always offering to do something for me – to teach me how to fight, or to carry something, or to protect me. It’s… like, I love it. But you know you don’t have to, right?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“I wanna do stuff for you sometimes. Oh! That reminds me. Lucifer was going to take Chloe to a wrestling match but then they had another fight and he’s back to being sad, sooo I stole the tickets out of his jacket. Wanna go?”
“I love you,” says Mazikeen, even though she’s said it five times today. She likes the way it sounds in her mouth. She likes the way it makes Eve’s whole face sparkle.
“I love you too, babe.”
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Event: Edgar Birthday Countdown 2021
Pairing: Edgar x Vale
A/N: I’m currently working on her first chapter because Vale is so much fun! She’s a necromancer from the Land of Reason who came to Cradle to escape persecution for turning to dark magic.
Only the chosen Thirteen were allowed in the garden without express permission. That was a commonly known fact...
That Vale chose to ignore.
With her own magical power, getting in and out of anywhere unnoticed was a breeze. The rules weren't meant for her. She was above them. At least, that's how Vale chose to live her immortal life. It's also how the girl kept up to date on the most Secret information only shared between the highest-ranking military officers.
Information used for personal purposes.
She cared little for selling it.
However, it hadn't been the intention of spying on the armies that brought her here.
"If Jonah Catches you up here again, he'll lock you up for a whole week this time.” Edgar curiously observed the raven-haired woman in the oddest of positions, on her hands and knees in the soft grass, peering beneath the rosebushes with narrowed eyes.
Vale ended up in the dungeons of both armies plenty of times for doing all sorts of things that she refused to explain. As not to reveal her magic, she stayed for the duration of the sentence. It would become troublesome if they learned of her abilities, asking for favors and such.
She despised doing favors, especially for the living.
"I let you all lock me up to make you feel better. I could leave whenever I pleased."
Edgar chuckled at her typical response. He hadn't known her that long but had accidentally become privy to her secret. "What brings you here, Vale? I suppose not to spy since you're a mess with twigs and thorns." It looked as though she'd been crawling through the bushes.
"I lost something."
"Something?" It hardly sounded so simple. Vale signed, irritated thoroughly. "Must you ask so many questions?" Explaining was tedious. She couldn't simply say what happened.
Humans had a hard time grasping the vocabulary, the meanings, the spells, and of course, they lacked the ability to comprehend the breadth of true magic. No Imagination at all.
"I'm afraid I must."
Obstinate man.
"Fine, I lost a very nasty little... lizard.” Well, it's not really a lizard, per say. But humans would think it is. Really, it was a very small dragon-like creature. It can't fly as it doesn't possess wings. “It's vital that I find the little bastard."
Before it caused problems.
The Jack of Hearts didn't have a clue as to what the creature was, but it sounded dangerous, otherwise Vale wouldn't be halfway under a rosebush, smacking her hand around to find it. "Couldn't you use magic to locate it?"
"Gee, why hadn't I thought of that?" Vale's tone dripped with sarcasm. She sat back on her heels, mint irises turning up to him. "It's not that simple. It doesn't want me to find it because it can sense how strong my magic is. It'd like nothing more than to reside here in a land without as much magic. Aside from me,” and a handful of others that she wouldn't expose, "It's at the top of the food Chain, incredibly powerful."
"It's a lizard."
"It's not-ugh-forget it." What a waste of her valuable time. Vale rose from the ground, picking out thorns out of her pale skin. It was almost more annoying having him know that she had magic. Perhaps she could make a potion to make him forget. It shouldn't be too hard-
Cool metal snapped around her wrists.
Magic cuffs.
"Are you trying to make me mad?” Definitely in need of a potion. Maybe make his voice a few octaves higher as well or make him quack like those ducks he adored.
Edgar patted her head once, as if she were a mere child throwing a tantrum over a lost toy. “You're clearly contemplating naughty things. I'll assist you in locating your lost not-lizard, but these stay on." They resembled the cuffs he typically carried, but a shiny ruby jewel embedded in the metal was starkly new.
And Vale couldn't simply snap them off. "Enchanted cuffs? Where did you even..." Oh right, there was one pain in her ass who had power to match hers. A goody two-shoes white witch. It made her want to vomit. "Sage, huh? Seriously, she’s such a buzz kill."
It wouldn't be impossible to break them. The right dark spell would counteract its hold on her.
Mint irises narrowed. No, she needed to destroy them altogether. "You should know I despise being bound by anything."
Anything she couldn't break free of.
An uncontrollable rage bubbled up inside, threatening to reveal a sinister part of her soul.
"All you need do is play along. I promise I'll remove them."
Vale's attention was drawn away by the sound of footsteps. An unhappy Jonah approached, amber eyes narrowed at her, like always. She couldn't remember a time that he hadn't been frowning like that. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep that sour expression."
"Of course, you're behind this. I suppose you thought it humorous to release a nasty reptile during our meeting? It destroyed my macaroon tower, running off with the last strawberry one." He spoke as though the creature targeted him on purpose. Jonah would wholly believe this miscreant woman would train it to do so.
Edgar nodded in agreement with his superior. "Yes, I came to a similar conclusion. I'll see to it that Vale catches the reptile and is punished accordingly." He held back a snicker at her muttering his words under her breath with an annoyed expression. Never a boring meeting with this one.
A scutter under the bushes broke the silence.
"Over there!" Vale dashed off between the bushes, ignoring Jonah's complaining at how she'd ruin the perfectly beautiful garden. She spied it knowing on the stolen macaroon. They were powerful little monsters but craved sugar like the myth of fairies.
"What are you thinking so hard about? "Edgar's voice in her ear sent a shiver down her body. He was very close, their bodies brushing against one another. For an ex-witch who claimed to be thousands of years old, her reactions were very reminiscent of a teenage girl.
Vale found it increasingly harder to concentrate. Humans are of no interest to her. That was one of the only hard rules she lived by. After all, mortal lives ended quickly, like the flame of a candle burning down to its end.
She was eternal.
But the heart in this body refused to comply.
Focus.
With a shake of her head, she returned her easily distractible attention back to the dragon. "I was thinking it must be the cuffs suppression of my magic that is making it impossible for it to sense me. I probably appear human."
"Ah, so you're saying that I've assisted by Capturing you."
Smug.
It was almost charming.
"I'd rather give you credit than her."
It eluded him as to what she referred to. from his encounters with Sage, he found her to be kind, gentle, and all around pleasant. "Why is it that you don't like Sage? Aren't your kind meant to form covens?"
Vale's features soured. Sickening. “No. I don't do covens. I practice magic alone, and however I please. Covens are dumb.” Her previous coven of some centuries ago still had a kill order for her.
"Mm, yes, you do hate rules, don't you?"
Edgar was annoyingly perceptive.
Vale whispered for him to stay, as if speaking to a loyal dog.
It spits poison acid and I'm not inclined to heal you.
Edgar, however heard, it spits poison acid, and I don't want you to get hurt. Because as much as she complained, and as much trouble that she constantly found herself in, Vale never harmed anyone. At least, that he'd seen.
He recognized that darkness she fought to keep hidden, which is why he kept a close eye on her.
Vale caught her prey with minimal effort. It turned out that it couldn't sense her in the powerless state she was in. All she need do was pluck it up by the tail and stuff it back into her infinite pouch. "Eh-hem." she cleared her throat, having been patiently escorted down to the street.
Edgar chuckled but did as he promised, releasing her from the cuffs. “I'll hang on to these,” he said, hiding them away beneath his coat. It would be amusing to use them again, so he couldn't allow her to destroy them.
Vale hmphed and turned on her heel to leave but stopped short of a single step.
"Something the matter?"
"It was your birthday, but you still worked all day?" Humans were confusing, putting so much importance on the day of their birth but wasting it by working their stupid, everyday job.
"Yes. I don't often celebrate." He sounded melancholic.
Vale wanted to walk away. It's not like this mattered to her. But her feet simply wouldn't move. Her own day of birth was long forgotten. Chewing on her lip, she caved to herself. "Well, here. Mortals give gifts, don't they?"
"You're giving me a gift?" He was a man not often surprised, but this... Edgar accepted the small, staff shaped object. A perfect malachite sphere stone adorned the top. He needn't ask if it were cursed. It radiated warmth.
Vale brushed her bangs back, shifting awkwardly on her feet. “lt's a benevolenti baculus -- a good will staff. It's meant to be a keepsake. Having the staff will bring good luck, and witches in particular, will always help a mortal who possesses one. They're very hard to come by so don't lose it."
A good luck charm.
"I'll take care to treasure it."
That somehow brought heat to her cheeks. She never asked for him to treasure it. It wasn't that great of a gift. Sure, she made it herself and it was special but...
Vale could feel his gaze on her as she hurried away without so much as a goodbye.
The heart in the body she possessed rapidly beating in her chest. He wasn't so bad of a mortal, she supposed.
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WORDS FOR WRITERS: The Value of Fanfiction
There’s been a lot of chatter on social media these last few weeks, recycling that trashy, self-aggrandizing, tired old “hot take” that reading and writing fanfiction is somehow bad for you as a writer.
Before we go any further, let me give a clear and definitive answer to this take:
No, reading and writing fanfiction will not make you and does not make you a bad reader or writer.
Period.
Why? Here’s the TL;DR version:
1) Reading and Writing, any kind of reading and writing, will make you a better reader and writer. And it’s enjoyable, to boot.
2) Fanfiction has been around as long as Original Fiction, so we’d know if there was any negative impact by now (spoiler alert: there isn’t.)
3) Practice is Practice, so matter what medium you get that practice in.
4) Comprehending and writing fanfiction is harder than writing original fiction because you have to hold the Source Media Text in your head at the same time as you’re reading/writing a different story. It improves your understanding of storytelling.
5) No hobby, no matter what it is, so long as it doesn’t harm anyone else or yourself, is bad. And that goes double for if you decide to keep it a hobby. Not every fanfic writer wants to write original fiction, and that’s just fine. Not every hobby has to be monetized.
Okay. But what do they mean by “fanfiction”?
“Fanfiction is fictional writing written by fans, commonly of an existing work of fiction. The author uses copyrighted characters, settings, or other intellectual properties from the original creator as a basis for their writing.”-- Wikipedia
Basically – it’s when you take elements (setting, characters, major themes or ideas) of a Media Text (a novel, a movie, a podcast, a comic, etc.) and create a different story with those elements. You can write a missing scene, or an extended episode, or a whole new adventure for the characters of the Media Text. You can even crossover or fuse multiple Media Texts, or specific elements, to create a whole new understanding of the characters or their worlds.
Similar to fanfic, you can also create fanart, fancomics, or fansongs (“filk”), fancostumes (“cosplay”), and fanfilms. These are called Fanworks or Fancrafts.
Fanfiction is usually posted to online forums, journals, blogs, or story archives and shared for free among the public. Before the advent of the internet, fanfiction was often printed or typed, and hand-copied using photocopiers or ditto machines, and distributed for free (or for a small administration fee to cover materials) among fans at conventions, or through mail-order booklets (“zines”).
Fanfiction has existed pretty much since the beginning of storytelling (A Thousand and One Nights, Robin Hood, and King Arthur all have different elements attributed to them by different authors retelling, twisting, adding to, or changing the stories; there’s no single-origin author of those tales.)
There are billions on billions of fanfics out there in the world—and while a majority of them are romance stories, there are also adventures, comedies, dramas, thrillers, stories based on case files, stories about the emotional connection between characters when one is hurt and the other must care for them, historical retellings, etc. There are also stories for every age range and taste, though be sure to take heed of the tags, trigger warnings, and age range warnings as your browse the archives and digital libraries.
As a reader, it’s your responsibility to curate your experience online.
So why are people so afraid or derisive of fanfic?
People who are hard on fanfic say that…
· It sucks.
o Well of course it sucks! As it’s a low-stakes and easy way to try out creative writing for the first time, the majority of fanfiction is overwhelmingly written by new and young writers. Everything you do when you first try it sucks a little bit.
I’m sure no figure skater was able to immediately land perfect triple axels ten minutes after they strap on the skates for the first time in their lives. No knitter has ever made a flawlessly perfect jumper on their first try. No mathematician has ever broken the code to send a rocket into space after having just been taught elementary-school multiplication. So why on earth do people think that new writers don’t need to practice? I can promise you that Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first rap was probably pretty shaky.
· It’s lazy or it’s cheating.
o Listen, anyone who tells you that writing anything is lazy clearly has not sat down and tried to write anything. Writing is tedious. It is boring. It takes hours, and hours, and hours to get anything on the page, and then once it’s on the page you have to go back and edit it. UGH. There is nothing about being a writer—even a fanfic writer—that is lazy.
o And anyone who tells you that trying to tell a fresh, new story within the limits and confines of a pre-existing world and have it make sense is cheating, then they have no freaking clue how hard it is to be creative with that kind of limitation placed on you. It’s harder when you have a set of rules you need to follow. What you do come up with is often extremely interesting and creative because of those limitations, not in spite of them.
o The argument that using pre-made characters, settings, tropes, and worlds to make up a new story is cheating is also complete bunk. Do those same people also expect hockey players to whittle and plane themselves a whole new hockey stick from scratch before each game? No, of course not. And yeah, a baker can grow all their own wheat, grind the flour, raise the chickens and cows so they can get eggs and milk, distill the vanilla, etc. Or a baker can buy a box mix. Either way, you get a cake at the end of the process. Whether you write fanfic or original fiction, you still get a story at the end of the process.
· It makes you a worse writer.
o * annoying buzzer noise * Practicing anything does not make you worse at it. And reading stories that are not edited, expertly crafted, or “high art” will also not indoctrinate you into being a bad writer. If anything, figuring out why you don’t like a specific story, trope, or writing style is actually a great way to learn what kind of writer you want to be, and to learn different methods of constructing sentences, creating images, and telling tales. Or you know, just how much spelling and grammar matter.
· It’s not highbrow or thoughtful enough.
o Sometimes stories are allowed to be just comfort food. Not every book or story you read has to be haute cuisine or boringly nutritious. You are allowed to read stories because they’re exciting, or swoony, or funny, or just because you like them. Anyone who says differently is a snob and worth ignoring. (Besides, fun silly stories can also be packed with meaning and lessons—I mean, hello, Terry Pratchett, anyone?)
· It makes you waste all your time on writing that can’t be monetized.
o No time is wasted if you spend it doing something that brings you joy. Not every hobby needs to be a money-maker and not everyone wants to be a professional writer. You are allowed to write, and read, fanfic just for the fun of it.
· It’s theft.
o According to Fair Use Law, it’s not. As long as the fanfic writer (or artist, cosplayer, etc.) is not making money on their creation that directly impacts or cuts into the original creator’s profit, or is not repackaging/plagiarizing the original Media Text and profiting off it’s resale, then Fan Works are completely legal. So there.
How, exactly, does fanfic make you a better writer?
Fanfiction…
· teaches you to finish what you start.
o The joy of being able to share your fic, either as you’re writing it, or afterward, is a big motivating factor for a lot of people. They finish because they get immediate feedback on it from their readers and followers. Lots of people have ideas for books, but how many of them do you know have actually sat down and written the whole thing?
o Fanfic is also low-stakes; there’s nothing riding on whether you finish something or not, so you have to inspire yourself to get there without the outside (potentially negative) motivation of deadline or a failing grade if you don’t get the story finished. You end up learning how to motivate yourself.
o Fanfic has no rules, so you write as much or as little as you want, stop wherever you think is a good place to end the story, write it out of order, or go back and write as many sequels or prequels as you like. Again, it’s totally low-stakes and is meant to be for fun, so you can noodle around with what it means to write a “whole” story and “complete” it, which teaches you how you like to write, and how you like to find your way to the finish line.
· teaches you story structure.
o Before you can sit down and write a story based on one of your favorite Media Texts, you’re likely to spend a lot of time consuming that text passively, or studying it actively. Either way, you’re absorbing how and why Media Text structures the stories it tells, and are learning how to structure your own from that.
o Once you’re comfortable with the story structure the Media Text you’re working in is told, you’ll probably start experimenting with different ways stories can be told, and find the versions you like to work with best.
· teaches you how to write characters consistently.
o Fanfic is really hard because not only do you have to write your fave characters in a way that moves the story along, but they have to be recognizable as those fave characters.
o This means you have to figure out their body language, verbal and physical tics, their motivations and they way the handle a crisis (fight, flight, or fawn?), and then make up the details you may need for your story that you may never see on screen/the page, like how they take their eggs or what their fave shampoo is, based on what you already know about them. That takes some top-notch detective work and character understanding to pull off.
o Once you know how to do that, just making up a whole person yourself for original fiction is a breeze.
· Teaches you how to hear and mimic a character/narrator voice.
o You have to pay close attention to how an actor speaks, or how a character’s speech patterns, dialect, work choice, etc. is reflected on the page in order to be consistent in your story.
o And all of this, in turn, teaches you how to build one for yourself.
o I have a whole series of articles here about building a narrative voice, if you want to read more on constructing an original voice for your narrator.
· Teaches you how to create or recreate a setting.
o Again, like achieving character consistency, or mimicking a character or narrative voice, it takes work and paying attention in order to re-create a setting, time period, or geographical region in a fanfic—and if you’re taking your characters somewhere new, your readers will expect that setting to be equally rich as the one the Media Text is based in.
o Which, again, teaches you how to then go and build an original one for yourself.
· teaches how to take critique.
o Professional writing is not a solitary pursuit. In fact, most writing is not entirely the work of an author alone. Like professional authors work with editors, critique partners, and proofreaders, some fanfiction writers will sometimes work with beta-readers or editors as well. This are friends or fanfic colleagues who offer to read your fanfic and point out plot, character, consistency, or story structure errors, or who offer to correct spelling and grammar errors. This is a great way to practice working with editors if you decide to pursue a professional career, and also a great way to make friends and strengthen your community and skill set if you don’t.
o Many fanfic sites offer readers the opportunity to leave a comment on a fic, rather like a reviewer can leave a review on GoodReads or Amazon, or any other online store or blog, for a novel they’ve read. Sometimes these comments/reviews are 5 star and enthusiastic! Sometimes they are… not. The exact opposite in fact. As you get comments on your fanfic, and learn to ignore the ones that are just mean rather than usefully critical, you gain the Very Important Skill of learning to resist firing back at bad comments or reviews, while enjoying the good ones. It also teaches you how to ignore drama or haters.
· Teaches you how to exist within a like-minded community.
o While the actual writing part of writing is solitary and sometimes tedious, nothing is ever published into a vacuum, whether it be fanfiction or original. Besides your editing/critique/beta reader group, you will also likely develop friendships, a support network, and mutuals. It’s always great to uplift, support, cheer on, and celebrate one another’s accomplishments and victories, whether the writing is fanfic or original.
· Teaches you that it’s okay to write about things important to you, or your own identity.
o You can change a characters ethnicity, cultural background, sexuality, religion, or disabilities to match yours, and talk about your lived life through the megaphone of that character. Or, you can insert original characters based on you, your desires, and experiences.
o Once you’re comfortable writing in your #ownvoice in fanfic, you can approach it in original fiction, if you like.
o See my article titled Your Voice Is Valid for more on this.
What if I want to be a professional writer?
Notice how I didn’t say “real writer”. Any writer who writes any kind of story is a ‘real’ writer. I mean, pinch yourself—you’re real, right? The difference is actually between being an “amateur” writer (a hobbyist who does not write for pay), and a “professional” (who is paid for their writing). Just because you only play shinny on the street with your friends, or in a house league on the weekends, it’s doesn’t mean you’re not still as much of a hockey player as someone who plays in the NHL.
Writing fanfiction before or at the same time as writing original fiction that you intend to sell is a great way to learn, or practice, everything I’ve mentioned above. If you read it widely, it will also expose you to different story telling styles, voices, and tropes than your reading of published fiction.
· Can I sell my fanfic?
o No. For fanfiction to remain under the umbrella of Fair Use Law, you cannot profit off your fanfiction. There’s some grey-area wiggle room around things like charging a small amount for a ‘zine or a PDF to cover administrative costs, but zero wiggleability around, say, selfpublishing your fanfic and charging heaps for it.
· Can I “file off the serial numbers”?
o “Filing of the series numbers” is when you take a fanfic you’ve written and essentially pull it apart, remove everything that’s clearly someone else’s Media Text, and reassembling the story so that it’s pretty much a completely original piece of creative writing.
o Yes, you can sell these, provided your filing is rigorous enough that you aren’t likely to be dinged for plagiarism. It’s widely known that Cassandra Claire’s Shadowhunters was once Harry Potter fanfic, and that Fifty Shades of Gray was once Twilight fanfic. But did you know that my Triptych started life as an idea for a Stargate Atlantis fic? There’s lots of stories out there that were once full fics, or the idea for the novel was originally conceived for a fandom, but written as original instead.
o So long as you’re careful to really rework the text so that it’s not just a find-name-replace-name rewrite, you should be fine.
o Be aware, though, that the agents and editors you might pitch this novel to know how to Google. They may discover that this is a filed-off story, and depending on their backgrounds and biases, might be concerned about it. There’s no need to inform them of the novel’s origin straight off in your pitch/query letter, but you may want to have a frank discussion with them about it after it’s been signed so they can help you make sure that any lingering copywrited concepts or characters are thoroughly changed before publication.
o Should you take down the original fic-version of the novel while you’re querying/shopping it? Well, that’s up to you, and whether you’re comfortable with an editor/agent potentially finding it.
· Should I be ashamed of my fic, or take it down, or pretend I never wrote fic?
o What? Why? No! I mean, I have hidden some of my most immature work, but I’ve left pretty much my whole catalogue of fanfic online and I don’t deny that I was/am a ficcer. Why? Because it’s a great repository of free stories that people can read before they buy one of my books, so they can get a taste of how and what I write. Also, you will be in good company. Lots and lots of writers who are published now-a-days started in fandom, including:
Steven Moffat
Seanan McGuire
Rainbow Rowell
Claudia Gray
Cory Doctorow
Marissa Meyer
Meg Cabot.
Naomi Novik
Neil Gaiman
Lev Grossman
S.E. Hinton
John Scalzi
The Bronte Sisters
Andy Weir
Sarah Rees Brennan
Marjorie M. Liu
Anna Todd
...and me, J.M. Frey
How fanfic can harm.
Like with anything else, there are ways that reading and writing fanfiction can actually harm you, or others, but it has nothing to do with the reading or writing of fanfiction in and of itself.
· Some creators may prefer that you don’t (and may or may not follow up with legal action).
o Anne Rice famously went after fanficcers in the 90s who wrote fanfic of her work, handing out Cease & Desist notices like confetti.
o 99% of creators don’t care. Those who do will generally have a notice on their websites or social media politely asking fancreators to refrain. Mostly this is due to their general discomfort over the idea of anyone else getting to play in their worlds. The best thing to do is respect that request, and find a different fandom to write in.
· Flamewars and fandom fights leading to bullying and doxing.
o Regrettably, just like any other community filled with people who have different favorites, opinions, and preferences, there will inevitably be clashes. It’s up to you to decide how to react to negative interactions, and how to model positive ones.
o Don’t forget, you curate your online experience, so don’t be afraid of that block button.
o Also, don’t be the jerk who goes after people for liking different aspects of the fandom. Everyone is entitled to interact and like a Media Text their own way. “Don’t yuck my yum,” as they say.
· Trying to make money on other people’s IP/Media Text (law suits, etc.)
o It doesn’t belong to you, so don’t try to make money on it.
o There’s a grey area here in terms of selling prints/plushies/jewelry/etc. and there’s no hard line about where one copyright owner will draw the line, and another won’t. Warner Bros. owns the film rights for both Harry Potter and Hunger Games, but I’ve seen Harry Potter-themed bars spring up while fans wanting to make Hunger Game fanfilms have been shut down. A friend of mine sells hand-made fandom-inspired items at cons—there is no rhyme or reason to what she gets told to stop making and what she’s left alone on.
o Best thing to do if you’re told to stop is just so stop, move on, and find a different fandom to be active in.
· Writing Real Person Fanfic (“RPF”) can be considered a violation of consent.
o This article sums it up pretty well, but basically… if you decide to write RPF, be aware that they person you are writing about is a real person, with real thoughts, and emotions, and they may feel violated by RPF. If you decide to write it, never send it to the people it’s about, and always clearly tag it so other can choose to engage with it, or avoid it.
o Also be aware that it could ruin their love for what they do. For example: the friendships between the members of 1Direciton became strained and the band eventually disintegrated because people wouldn’t stop sending band members smutty stories or art of them having sex with one another, and it made them too uncomfortable to continue in the band.
· Showing/sharing fanfic & fanart outside of its intended context. Fanworks are for fans, and there are definitely issues if…
o It’s shown to celebrities/actors/creators.
Shoving your fantasies onto the people who create or portray your fave characters is rude, and wrong, and also kinda gross. If they seek it out themselves, that’s one thing, but the same way you wouldn’t throw it at a complete stranger, don’t throw it at them. You may love the characters these people play, but they are not their characters, and they are not your friends.
It may also really weird them out and ruin their love for what they do.
o it’s shown to writers working on the series.
There was a famous case where a fanficcer sent a story to a novelist, and the novelist was accused of plagiarism by the ficcer when their next novel in the series resembled the plot of that fanfic. There was a whole court case and everything.
Because of this, writers of TV shows, books, etc. don’t want to (and often times, legally can’t) read your fanfic. They don’t want to get accidentally inspired by what you’ve written, or worse, have to throw out something because it resembles your fic too closely. Just let them write their stories the way they want, and if they choose to seek out fic, they will.
o it’s mocked by celebrities.
I’m not letting Alan Carr and Graham Norton off the hook. If it’s super rude and gross to shove fanworks at actors/writers/creators when you’re a creator, then it’s doubly rude for anyone to take a story or art made for a specific audience (the fans), by a specific community (the fans), lift it out of it’s context, and invite the public to mock it while also shoving it at the actor/celebrity in a place where they are literally cornered and can’t leave (i.e. the chat-show sofa). Man, it really steams me up when they do that. It’s rude and it’s tone-deaf, and it’s not fair.
And most of the time they do it, they don’t even ask the artist or writer for permission, first, which is just…. Uuuuugggghhhh. It may be fanfic, but it was still created by someone, and you should always ask permission before publicly sharing something created by someone else.
Grrrrrrr.
In Conclusion
If someone tells you that reading or writing fanfic is bad for you as a creator, tell them to get bent.
Famous Fanfic
· Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda
· Wicked by Gregory Maguire
· Wicked: the Musical by Stephen Schwartz
· The Phantom of Manhattan by Fredrick Forsyth
· A Study in Emerald by Neil Gaiman
· Sherlock by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat
· The Dracula Tape, by Fred Saberhaugen
· Paradise Lost, John Milton
· Inferno, by Dante
· The Aeneid, by Virgil
· Ulysses, by James Joyce
· Romeo & Juliet, by William Shakespeare
· The Once and Future King by T.H. White
· A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, by Mark Twain
· The Three Musketeers, by Alexandre Dumas
· Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, by Seth Grahame-Smith
· Phantom, a novel of his life by Susan Kaye
· …and so many more.
#words for writers#fanfiction#fan fiction#fan fiction is good for you#writing#am writing#writing community#writing fanfiction#writing fanfic
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Gothel Parallels
You know an odd thing about the Tangled fandom is that everyone is pointing out parallels between Cassandra and Gothel but nobody wants to point out the even less prominent but very fascinating parallels between Rapunzel and Gothel. And idk why because I think those are much more interesting (about the only time I find anything to do with Rapunzel more interesting than something to do with Cass but like...of course you can find connection between Cassandra and her mother, especially since Cass is an antagonist now, but those parallels always seem kinda shallow based just on 'hey Cass is Gothel's kid and she a villain' while the ones with Rapunzel run much deeper in the show's narritive and actually lend themselves to analyzing Rapunzel's character)
Like usually, from what I've seen, parallelism is most effective when it connects back in with whatever themes the media is trying to convey, reveals or says something about a character's personality or thought process, or show's that the hero's and villains aren't that different/that they both could've gone down the other path easily, or to foreshadow.
So what does using parallelism to connect Cass with Gothel do? It doesn't seem to connect to any of the themes of the show, Cassandra and Gothel are extremely different personality wise (That's not just me being a Cass fan either. Gothel was vain while Cass has low self esteem, Gothel was selfish while Cass has spent her entire life serving people, Gothel was always emotional and almost overshared her feelings- albeit usually for the sake of a guilt trip- while Cass never really talks to anyone about her feelings. Gothel pretended to be a poor, frail but caring woman who's always worrying- which was a lie- while Cassandra refuses to show weakness even if she's actually struggling. I can't think of a single trait they actually share) So what exactly does parallelism reveal about their characters aside from 'Gothel was evil and now Cass is a villain' which, thanks, we could figure that out without wasting time drawing parallels between them. It isn't a hero to villain comparison, it's a villain to villain comparison so the whole 'we could've been the same' thing doesn't work. And some have theorized that Cass is going to die during the show and since Gothel also died, any parallels between them would be foreshadowing, however I literally don't believe that, and if she did die (which again, doubt she will), those parallels would just feel kinda lazy tbh. Like really, you can’t think of any reason to compare Cass to Gothel other than killing her off?
But look at the Gothel to Rapunzel comparison! Does it go with the show's themes? Yeah, I mean the show focuses a lot on how Rapunzel messes up (even the protagonists can make mistakes kids) and it also focuses often on how she was raised and the fact that she never really knew anything but the tower and Gothel, and having her act a bit like her kidnapper is a good way to show that her upbringing has effected how she behaves (and it has). Does it reveal anything about either character? Yeah. A lot of people tend to ignore Rapunzel's character flaw of being dismissive and honestly a bit controlling since it's often muddied in good intent and 'I love you's from Rapunzel to the point where people are like "Well even if it ended bad she had good intentions and all so it's fine". However if we draw parallels between her and Gothel- someone who was also dismissive and controlling and hid it with (fake) good intentions and 'i love you's- then it becomes a lot harder to ignore her flaws because it's something the connection exposes. This IS a hero to villain comparison and while it's not a full on 'what you could've become' situation, it still shows that, if Rapunzel's intentions weren't quite so good, she could have been a villain very similar to Gothel in a lot of ways. And finally...foreshadowing? Well, I don't know if this connection is currently foreshadowing anything, but the fact that the person who Rapunzel's main Gothel-like traits were directed towards was Cass is interesting and may have hinted at Cassandra deciding to break away from Rapunzel like Raps broke off from Gothel. So yeah, the Rapunzel to Gothel parallels are a lot more interesting and have more to analyze than any similarities people can find between Cass and Gothel, and yet everyone is comparing Cassandra to Gothel and I've only seen like one person point out the genius use of parallelism for Rapunzel and Gothel.
And I find analyzing any parallels between Cass and Gothel to be more tedious than anything. “They both broke a bridge”, like okay, cool, does that say anything about their characters? In Cassandra’s case her breaking the bridge between Rapunzel and herself at the end of Crossing The Line was her way of getting out of what she (validly) saw to be a toxic situation, meanwhile Gothel was abandoning her only daughter in a pursuit of youth. You could argue that their motives were both selfish, however with Cassandra- as much as I disagree with many of her actions- it feels like her deciding to finally do something for herself after a life of servitude, wheras with Gothel, that woman had never in her life thought about anyone but herself and this was just another example of her taking something for herself when she already had piles and piles of stuff for herself. So what about that time Cass fell from the tower just like Gothel did? Honestly I can’t for the life of me figure out what that would tell us about the story or characters except...Cass is a bad guy and her mum was too. And then there’s the Once A Handmaiden “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now i’m the bad guy.” thing. And I just...ugh. Why was it needed tbh? The contexts of Cass saying it and Gothel saying it are very different, first off. I mean Cassie had just been lead to believe that her friends were attacking her and would continue to attack her- and lied to her face when they said they wouldn't- and she felt hurt and betrayed and of course the whole episode she’d been terrified nobody would forgive her and seeing first hand that everyone was treating her like a bad guy- and probably always would? Yeah, the build up to “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now i’m the buy guy” with Cass was a lot fucking different from with Gothel, who resorted to that when....her gaslighting tactics failed on Rapunzel and she decided to just hold her against her will instead. And I can’t see any common trait they’re trying to draw a link to with the characters or highlight a theme of the show or anything, it’s just “Gasp, Cass said this thing that another villain said too” for the sake of shock value.
While on the other hand, most parallels you can find for Rapunzel and Gothel are actually interesting. For example, the way Rapunzel snapped at Cass in Rapunzel And The Great Tree, saying “Enough, Cassandra!” was very similar to when Gothel snapped at Rapunzel in the movie with “Enough (about the lights) Rapunzel!” followed by a shot of Cassandra/Rapunzel looking shocked, and their hands slowly moving backwards. As I said earlier, this exposes one of Rapunzel’s flaws that she happens to share with Gothel. Rapunzel is dismissive. She says she cares about how other people feel but she also believes that her mindset is the only right one. Rapunzel doesn't actually take other’s opinions or feelings into consideration most of the time, and goes ahead with what she wants to do anyway. Actually arguing back is just completely out of line and uncalled for in her eyes because she thinks nobody has a right to argue because she sees herself as always having the final say, something she thinks other’s just need to accept. It’s understandable why Rapunzel feels that way, she’s a princess so of course the sad truth is that people will have to listen to her no questions asked, and she was raised by Gothel to never question her- thinking it was the only way to do things- and while she knows Gothel’s bad, that doesn't necessarily mean she realizes how toxic that particular part of their dynamic was, especially when she was placed on the other side of that dynamic directly after she was rescued and told ‘you have subjects now, you rule them, what you say goes’. There are differences between Gothel’s intentions and Rapunzel’s but in the end it exposes a common character trait they have in dismissing the thoughts and feelings of those around them if they deem these feelings ‘incorrect’ or if these feelings fall outside their own.
I was able to write as much analysis on ONE parallel between Rapunzel and Gothel as THREE between Cassandra and Gothel, and even then most of my section on Cass and Gothel was analyzing why these aren’t good parallels. The show is pushing them for the shock value of “omg the other evil person did that too :0″ but idk why the fandom tends to focus so much on them since from what I've deduced they don’t actually mean much.
#tangled#tangled the series#rapunzels tangled adventure#tangled cassandra#tangled gothel#tangled rapunzel#mother gothel
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What the Fandom (actually) thinks about the SPN Finale 15x20!
A short while ago I posted a Quiz [Which Part of Supernatural Season 16 are you?] and the post has 27 notes, so I thought barely anyone would have taken this, but it turns out actually a couple people did.
And I´m so glad I did put in one free form question: “Would be please be so kind to sum up the finale in 3 words. (Or 333 if you want to...)” Because the past days I clicked through the notifications on the quiz, which is kind of tedious, but I could not stop cause what people put in there is
a mood,
a riot,
the pure unfiltered truth,
eloquent and outrageous in the best way!
And so I collected the answers and tried to roughly group them. Which you can find under the cut. (If someone that took the quiz wants to be tagged or have the commentary removed please just message me!)
Can you guess what the most common 3 words were?
The rare acceptance or praise
not that bad // Not entirely horrible. // satisfaction and closure :D // good idea, shaky execution, ultimately fulfilling // epic love story
Grounded Truth & the well adjusted
It was something // well that happened
CW & Network aka. put the blame where it (probably) belongs
network fuckery afoot // Corporate Fuckery Ahoy! // network bullshit ruined everything // fuck the cw // Fuck the CW // Fuck you cw // cw ships wincest // FUCK ROBERT SINGER // Greed won
Make some Effort (@show)
Lazy // half-assed fever dream // feverish dream (nightmare) // Could be better // Not comprehensible, stupid, low budget // How did buckleming do better // Fuck you, spn writers. Could have done better
Hate Crime
A hate crime // literal hate crime // The hate crime // I only need 2 and it's hate and crime // subtle-but-not hate crime // hatecrime to all
Homophobia Call Out
Straight Gay Chicken// not gay enough // bad unsexy homophobic // Where's my gay? // horrific hetero nightmare // Homophobic queerbait bullshit // no homo shitshow // Bury your gays // silencing, erasing, ugly // Homophobic and incestual // homophobic disappointing stifd // Character assassination and homophobia // Stinky, censorship, offensive // Disappointingly heterosexual & bland
You need to speak fandom for that
why lamp wtf // It’s the turbo hell we were all sent to // Wheres the tapes???
Castiel centric
so no cas? // So no cas? // Needs more Cas // No Cas, pathetic // where is cas // why no Cas // where was cas // yo a ti // where was castiel
Bless you
I released scripts for a reason
Deserving Better! Damn Right!
They deserved better // They deserved better // They deserved better // dean deserved better // dean deserved better // dean deserved better // Dean deserves better // destiel deserved better // Destiel deserve better. //
Jensen deserved better // dumb , idiotic , horrible and #deanwinchesterdeservedbetter
Trash, Shit & Garbage aka. The scatological truth
FUCK THIS SHIT // Shit shit shit // Shit shit shit // total shit // Shittiest fucking shit// Total and utter shite. // Piece of shit // Fuck this shit // Complete utter shit // Fucking pointless shitshow // stupid As all fuck // That was shit. // A shit show // what a shitshow // An absolute shitshow // total shit show // a shit show // A shit show // total shitshow lmao // absolute shit show // A shit show // Rancid shit show // i would say it's a shitshow but that's mean to shit // Complete utter shit // fuck that shit // fuck that shit // fuck this shit // Absolute fuckin bullshit // fucked up shit // Utter shit bro //
Distilled horse shit // Absolute horse shit // Absolute Horseshit. 3. // Absolute dog crap // Piece of crap // pile of crap
// piece of trash // Steaming trash fire // Shit ass garbage // Gar ba ge
// Fucking trash fire // Absolute garbage fire // A dumpster fire // piece of trash // unfortunate dumpster fire // Flaming pile of garbage // disaster dumpster fire // Unsatifying flaming garbage //
Dumpster fire on ice. A mess. Underwhelming. Incomprehensible. Oof // I got 2: dumpster fire //
Complete. Fucking. Bullshit. // Complete utter bullshit // utter gross bullshit // Shit fuck shame //
hot mess inside a dumpster fire inside a train wreck
Still won´t read any praise here
The worst thing // a complete disaster // so fucked up //
It was terrible // it really sucked // Man it sucked // Well that sucked // Fucking sucked bro // it fucking sucked // it sucked ass it was fucked // Sucked major ass. // It sucked ass //
very not good :( // it was bad :( // Absolutely fucking awful // The very worst //
bad. bad. wincest... // Bad bad bad // bad poop ending // bad funni yuck //
horrendous nightmare fuel // A fucking nightmare // worst thing i’ve never seen in my life //
an absolute atrocity // a fucking disaster
it was terrible // an absolute disgrace // Just so awful // Really Fucking Bad // Literally the worst //
Real real bad // Bad stupid bad // uhh very bad // crap bad lacking // horrible rude worst //
awful // bad // bad // Crap // wack Ugh. // No // UGH //
Bad, messy, dumb // Bad terrible worst
ugh // Oof my dude // deep deep sigh
9000+ epic failure // Small dick energy
Demands!
Suck my dick // Not it motherfucker
Thinking of all of us!
We all lost
Summed up in 3 Words
Bitch. Fucker. Ass. // Death age heaven // Dead, married, forgotten // Sam Dead Car // Dead, Sad, & Car. // Dead, Sad, Car // Slow shambling death //
burns in hell //
Absurd, wtf, huh // fucking odoriferous stench.
Not Canon & Fake & Insulting
insulting. not canon // Unsatisfying, degrading, noncanonical // Disgusting Insulting Fake // sad, bullshit, not-a-finale // Embarrassing, ridiculous, insulting
// disheartening, harmful, horrible // Terrible. Disgusting. Hilarious // Incomplete. Unkind. Nonsensical. // Traumatising, stupid, horrendous // horrible incomplete unsuccessful // Disgusting, disrespectful, unreal
Disappointments & Complaints
very big disappointment // disappointing, disrespectful, baffling // An utter disappointment // disappointment of the decade // Fruitless, regressive, insulting, disturbing, and all-in-all just disappointing // the complete unpackage // supernatural finale clusterfuck // WRONG, Horrible, Offensive // poo rehash bad // Unnecessary character deaths
Betrayal & Inconsistency
Stupid awful depressing poorly written inconsistent betrayal // Boring betrayal // inconsistent, monotonous mess // inconsistent disappointing mess
Denial! Aka. The wise!
Finale? What finale? // What finale ? // what finale? // Finale? What finale? Ohhhh yeah 15x18 was great // you mean 15x18? // Did not happen. // What the...what?? // What finale ??? // um.........what finale? // finale? what finale. // what finale? it didn't air yet. last episode that aired was 15x18 pffft // what finale :) // Does Not Exist // It never happened // That didn’t happen // No, i refuse, there was a finale??? // what finale?? // It doesn't exist // it doesn't exist // Weird of season 15 to end with 19 episodes and an open ending // what finale? the show got canceled after 15x18 // Finale? What finale? Supernatural isn’t over. I’m not in denial, you are //
an atrocity i've erased from my memory // I Can't See Suddenly. I Don't Know// Don’t know her.
Consequences & Emotions (I hope you´re all okay, have a hug!)
Oh my god it was awful. Hated it. Made me reactivate in the fandom. And obses over that show AGAIN. Oh, and yeah, yeeted me to a place so dark that I got me some new scars. // Ymmmmm, fuck the finale. It got me spiraling down back to depression and self harm. Didn't make sence. Badly written. Badly executed (well, except acting) // Never wanted to claw my own face off more than watching that heap of garbage // fuckin hated it // My heart hurts // Stupid unsatisfying pain // slap inthe face // I am unhinged // Im throwing up // I am sad // i went feral // Broke my heart // hurt my feelings / I wanna die //
i hate it <3 // I hated it // I hate it // Extreme rage inducing // Trauma, It was // Oh. Oh dear. // Absolute soul crushing, sucked sunshine and joy out of this world and any other possible reality this abomination exists in. It hurt so much I actually disassociated and had a real life horrible week. Luckily anger finally swept in and fan fiction ultimately saved the day. // AWFUL. HARMFUL. DEPRESSING. I HATE IT //
Waste of time // My villain origin story //
Destroyed rewatch value
This is unfortunately too true
disturbingly pro-suicide // odd lacking empty
Valid Questions:
why’d’ya do that // Why why why
WTF?! What the … “The popular 3”
What The Fuck // What the fuck// what the fuck // What the fuck. // what the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck. // What the fuck // What. The. Fuck. // What The Fuck // What the fuck // what the fuck // what the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck?! // What. The. Fuck. // What the fuck?! // what. the. fuck. (was that????) // What the actual fuck? // 1. What 2. The 3. Fuck // 'what the fuck' // The actual fuck? // What the heck, //// What the heck // What the heck // what the hell // What the hell? // what the hell
Narative & Character Development
That was pointless // Failure of storytelling // 15 years of story and character development down the fucking drain // Fuck character arcs, no free will // Assassination of character // Lost character development // character development is dead // disjointed alien mess I don't know these characters what the fuck // boring, loveless, characters are ignoring // Season 1 Finale. // From darker timeline // Awful Forgetable OOC // piece of shit all the character development thrown out the window. cas deserved better (also to be with dean cause they are in love) // Underwhelming, disappointing garbage, a slap in the face of chatacter development. //
the dark ending // The Chuck ending we didn't deserve. //
a dumpster fire on the level of the GoT finale - all character dev & story arc thrown out. CLOWN VAMPIRES
The Jokers among us, or those finding a laugh in the grimmest things
a comedy // Just a joke
Relateable:
AAAA AAAAA AAAA // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I see what you did there and I love you
333 // 333 // 333 // 333 // 333 variations of the word fuck
I especially love you
666
Rebels!
4 words (sorry): they showed their hand // The end of hope (that’s 4 words but too bad)
Didn´t watch the Finale for various reasons
Haven’t seen it, // i didn't watch it out of spite // haven't seen it yet for some reason // didn’t watch it // I didn’t watch it but everything that happened because of it activated the decade-old sleeper agent part of my brain that was a spn fan // I stopped watching spn in the middle of season 12... The finale was awful from what I gathered
Hello Stranger, we welcome you here
I don't actually watch SPN I'm taking this for kicks bro
The Refusal (either of the finale or the question)
Nope // No thank you // no // No // No thanks, fuckers // No thank you. // No // This is bullshit // haha what? No // Please, not this // Oh god no // noooooo oooo ooo // ....no. // No. It sucks // I will not <3 // no thank you // no no no // no thank you // Lmao wtf no // Nope. Just no.
Refusal is self care!
No, I won't let it hurt me again. // I can't, it's too bad
The offensive Wig!
Party city wig // party city wig // party city wig // Homophobic, bad, wig // shitty sam wig // party city wig // Party City Wig // party city wig // Jared's fucking wig //
bad, homophobic, party city wig // The Wig™
Blurry wife
Sam's blurry wife
The Nail / Rebar! ( @the-rusty-nail-that-killed-dean @therustynailthatkilleddean you are recognized)
nailed by dickbar // rusty nail wins // Rusty fuckin nail. // Nail Dean Death Clown // dean got nailed // Rebar. Cas helped.
All of those
Dickbar, Blurry Wife, Driving for 40yrs,Party City Wig, Drone Shot (cringe) // absolute trash fire garbage, burn the party city wig and the cw down but keep the dog
Those with crystal balls
expected i guess // disappointed, not surprised
Puzzled (Yeah me too) or Undecided or Eh
i don’t even fucking know // Jggfdv // Huy // Meh // Meh // meh // it was bad ??
Let´s create great fanworks!!
free real estate
Defies Categories and is good stuff
everything for nothing. // traumatizing, badly-written, comedic // devastating yet obnoxious // God is dead but hegemonic masculinity is still kicking // maam this is a wendys // am so glad that I was a whovian. I've dodged two bullets. // F's in the chat // >:((
I´m sorry, I failed you with this quiz
quiz was wrong // Dude. Dude you gave me "liking the finale" a minute ago. I assure you; i did not. "You have found peace" bro I haven't known a SECOND of peace since that ill-begotten nightmare of a shitstorm // [[“I STILL HOPE UR DAY WAS G”:]] HOW THE FUCK DID I GET THAT I LIKED THE FINALE PLS OP THIS IS NOT A MARK ON YOU OR ANYTHIG I LOVE U EVEN IF I DON'T KNOW YOU BTU PLS THE DEPRESSIVE STATE THAT I SPENT MY LIFE IN POST-FINALE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE SHAMED IN THIS WAY I. PLEASE. I DID NOT LIKE THE FINALE. HOW DO I GET A DIFFERENT ANSWER PLEASE
Misha? Was that you?
Rancid Nut Work
Particular Stuff
Fuck john Winchester //
[[“ Mj”; ]]fucking disgusting shitshow [okay so that was 3 words, but MAY I JUST SAY, c*w was incredibly disrespectful to Misha, Cas, Jensen, and Dean. Misha played a Cas for 12 years, and then he's not even in the finale? and Cas gets mentioned a whopping total of 2 times after he confesses his love to Dean?? and then, Jensen. 15 years of his life on Supernatural. Jensen turned down the role to be Captain America, and his best friend is Dean, the character he plays. But then Dean dies on a rusty nail, never getting to actually live his life? Dean died how he always thought he would- and he died as "Daddy's Blunt Instrument", finishing off his dad's unfinished case. J*hn Winch*ster ab*sed him and Sam mentally, emotionally, and possibly physically too, and does NOT deserve to get a Heaven at all, least of all, a Heaven right by Deans. Dean never got to live how he wanted to and was repressed as fuck, and this is all because of his dad, the resident shit head. And don't even get me started on the queer erasure, and racism. Kevin Tran deserved better. He, after through all he suffered on Earth, deserves to go to Heaven, not be tortured in the afterlife forever. I fully believe that it's just because he was Asian. If J*hn got into Heaven, why couldn't Kevin. Also, not to mention, Charlie, Rowena, Claire, Patience, Kaia, Crowley, Donna, and Jodi, and probably countless of other queer characters who were erased. They were silenced and fuck the cw for doing that. I could add so much more, but for now, have an excellent day and a wonderful year :)] //
[[“Yellowcollins”:]] hat the fuck was that literally what the fuck. I’m convinced the writers did not watch a single episode they made past season 3. There was literally not a SINGLE character from season 4 onwards in the finale. LITERALLY. NO. ONE. and what about “family don’t end in blood” that they’ve been preaching since LITERALLY season 1??? huh??????? nah fuck 15x20, this will go down and the WORST ending in the history of endings.
[cookie] < for everyone that made it that far ;)
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old bnha wip #3 (kacchako)
In which a cheerful witch drags a resentful grouch of a brawler on a sidequest to hunt down spirits across the old sites of the country. It'll be fun, she said.
.
She never told him exactly what she was running away from.
It’s too late now. Blood drips off the blade that sunk into her, silently. Blood wells from the wound punctured into her, like ink spreading through paper.
The weapon slides out of her. Mouthless, Katsuki watches her body fall. He sees it all too clearly — the light from the flames afford no mercy. As if through treacle, he lunges before she can tumble to the ground.
The assassin looks at him, clearly amused. A snide little smile briefly rolls over their — no, her— face before it disappears. All the while, the strange curved blade glints purple as it soaks up the blood greedily.
The spell breaks as she breaks into a gleeful laugh.
(This is no assassin, now with the way she’s carrying herself. This is a hyena.)
“Get away from her,” His voice finally breaks through.
"Aww, look at you, all pale," she snarls through a wide grin, a finger on her chin, dagger wending through her hair. “I like the way your face looks like now,” said as casually as you please — as if she hadn’t just blotted out the world. The light in it. Ochako’s smile briefly flashes before his eyes and he feels it as keenly as a knife.
As if the world hadn’t stopped turning, when it clearly had for Katsuki.
*
“Hey—” Katsuki, who had just been sharpening the blade of his axe, thank you, just started grinding faster.
“Hello, I’m trying to talk to you—” God, this one was not going away.
“What do you want,” he bit out, never stopping in his motion. The scraping screech never stopped. But that didn’t deter the determined smile in this one’s face.
“Quest!” She said it clearly, like the ding of a nail. Just like the fucking blacksmith’s son next door. A scowl foamed from Katsuki. “What does that have to do with me, ha?”
“I’m looking for a partner to go looking for spirits with me,” She cheerily told him in that annoying way like she’s about to rub an elbow in his ribs. “So come questing with me-”
“No.” He didn’t even need to waste his breath. What was he still doing here? At that he started to get up from his slouch on the ground, picking up the whetstone and his weapon.
“Aw, come on, please?” She stepped in front of him, cloak swishing around her ankles, tawdry at the edges.
He stood and glared at her, arms crossed. “I don’t play games, Round-Face.”
He sneered at her, squinting at her gait, trying to work her out. He’d seen her around the village for sure, but who was she again?
She had no clear weapons on her. An utility belt of leather, and a long object bound to her back. His eyes narrowed. One from the mage community then?
She smiled, reading his gaze. “I’m a witch, yes. Would it really kill you to go on one side-quest, Bakugou?”
“I don’t even fucking know your name, or your abilities, or why this should be worth my time,” he snapped, suddenly furious. Not that he wasn’t already simmering at the bit, constantly irritated by all the damn NPCs that kept trying to make small talk with him. “We are not even friends.”
“I’m Uraraka Ochako, remember that thank you. We met just a year ago at the marketplace and our families have traded a few commodities. You know perfectly well what witches can do.” She smiled at him, assured of herself. That pissed him off. Who freaking cared about all these common people’s backstories?
A teasing glint stole into her eyes as she tilted her head a little to the side.“You’re not the first ghosthunting companion I’d want either,” she’d sighed, almost pouting.
“THEN?” He fumed. “What the hell are you doing bothering me?” He almost wanted to strike the rude wench.
“Because you seem like the perfect complement to my abilities, and also!” She pointed a finger at him, making him lean back in distaste. “You’re fierce enough to scare any bad spirits away!”
“CALL ME SCARY, HA?” He gave into the urge to snap, a frown twisting up his face. Clank, goes his axe as he throws it to the ground.
She laughed. She seemed to find it — him, funny. “Yup, exactly like that!”
*
There’s no one who can help them in this wilderness. The nearest healer happens to be the one who’s dead right now.
The killer had sauntered away easily enough. Seemed like she'd gotten what she'd wanted.
Mouth dry, Katsuki finally breaks. He screams — finally lets out the hoarse cry that’s been building in his throat since her body flashed in front of him. Holds her up to the light of the fire. But he already knows she’s beyond hope now.
Because: “What the fuck, Uraraka?!” How dare she go dying on him? What the hell??
It’s all he can do to hold it together. He’s so angry he doesn’t even know how to begin. (Don’t die for me you nitwit you idiot you round-faced mess of a witch why I’m the warrior in your party?!)
Healers stay in the back, bring up the rear for a reason. And she just did the stupidest fucking thing he's ever heard of in this life.
*
“No. I’m focusing on the Main Quest,” he barked. Only two of the scattered Treasures had been recovered in the realm — long ago, the king had issued a proclamation for all young and able to aid in seeking them out. Many of the adventurous had stepped up, for the promise of glory and riches. And of course, immortality.
Travelers and merchants had whispered of various parties of people, bravely searching and fighting come what may, what lies yonder over the forests and mountains.
Here lie dragons, and they were slayed, and the treasure returned.
For what is man without trying to leave a mark, before the waves of time wipe the sands of history clean?
Bakugou Katsuki, son of tailors Masaru and Mitsuki, was singlemindedly determined to be the Greatest Champion of them all.
“Living is just as important,” she chided, steps light beside his, hands swinging side to side as she followed him. Irritated, he increased his pace, but she never backed down.
“Not all of us want to slave away like mindless soldiers for the realm, you know. What would uniting all the Treasures do anyway? Does anyone know?” She squinted at him. “We don’t even know what they look or smell or feel like, most of us common people that is. For all we know it’s faded into myth now,” she continued, turning her palm to stare at its lines.
Aware of his increasing outrage, she turned to look at him with an easy, almost sheepish grin. “Not that I don’t want to, too. I just need to focus on my family first. And that means going on these quests with actual material returns.” She stared at him, awaiting his answer.
*
Never told him there was a killer waltzing around waiting to wear her face, what the fuck.
He cradles her face, from the slight gash on her forehead, to the line of her jaw. He’d barely managed to save it.
*
spirit quest camp shenanigans
“That wasn’t so bad now, right, Bakugou?” The cheery little chit that’s the witch beside him — who dragged them out here in the middle of fucking nowhere in the first place — even has the damned energy to smile. Who the heck huffs a laugh like that while trying to act all patronising — you know what, scratch that thought. He’s met a-plenty who do that. Try to sweeten him up with honeyed words, when looks, material wealth doesn’t impress, doesn’t sway him to their side.
He bites. “That,” he said, “was too fucking tedious.” He shot her the stinkeye as they, of accord, settle down against the cool stone of the temple and start to set up camp. “We’re not done yet, are we,” he snarked, poisonous. He began sorting through the provisions they have on hand — and what loot they’d managed to gather.
Trailing ghosts for their items, ugh. What a waste of time
Let her collect the firewood, he’s had enough of the backbreaking work for today.
*
“You know,” she began, out of the blue one day. They had just finished dinner, and she was staring wistfully up at the sky, fingers steepled beneath her chin. “You know what I said before about you not being who I’d choose as a partner? I take that back.”
Katsuki who had just grunted to show he was listening, found himself nearly spluttering. Whether from indignation or of shock he wasn’t sure. “Oh now you do?” What did I do now, his eyebrows knitted, but he couldn’t be bothered to ask.
She smiled at him, almost fond. “Yeah. You,” She began, only to stop again, seemingly at a loss of words.
Katsuki let a smirk spread over his face. “Yeah go on?”
She shot a look at him, almost an eyeroll. “Back then, I decided on you not because of your… lovely personality,” she hid a cough of laughter after a sideeye from him, “but because I decided — I guess I’d unconsciously decided I wanted someone who could watch my back.” She hesitated again, but briefer this time. “Someone who would definitely be able to fight on their own.”
“Basically you wanted to ride someone’s coattails,” he said drolly.
She flushed. “That may be right but all the same, I also knew I wanted to be stronger, so I thought I shouldn’t go for someone too kind. Someone who’d keep kicking me to get better. Someone,” she paused, glancing at him, “I admire a lot, and can work hard with.”
Katsuki felt his face freeze before he launched into a wide, cocky grin. “Oho, you sure are singing my praises today.”
She finally gave in to rolling her eyes. “I was trying to say you’re not so bad after all, despite being a stubborn arse toerag who keeps shouting till all the birds flee from all the explosions you make. So thank you, for coming along.” She finished with a single arch of her eyebrow. “And anyway, you’re pretty funny when you lose your temper, so thanks for the laughs.”
*
Dusk is falling. The light paints the clouds orange, as they begin to slow down, breaths shuddering.
They’ve been hunting all day.
They’re somewhere off the beaten path back to the nearest village — the trees tower all around them, and shadows fall fast here. Night is fast approaching. They definitely can’t make it back to the lights of civilisation in time.
The voice is as sudden as it is disconcerting.
“Found you, my little bird~”
Ochako turns, and her face freezes. It’s as if she’s seen a ghost. “You—”
Katsuki doesn’t need to know any more than that. He whips out his weapon and swings it at their head, but—
—as easily as a breath they’ve sidestepped him. A small blade whisks by his cheek, taking some skin off — irritating him even more. He roars and rushes back in, only to be thwarted by this assailant’s constant darting all over the place. “What the fuck—”
“Katsuki!” He dimly hears Ochako cry out through the blood pumping in his head. “Stop! We need to regroup—”
“SHUT UP! I can settle this!” He yells back. What the hell, didn’t she trust him? The sudden annoyance sours within him, fueling his rage, his need to go all out. He swings the blade of his hatchet once more at the head of the attacker, before aiming a punch.
It hits, but he does not count for the momentum of the movement throwing him off-balance for a kilter. It’s enough for them to dart by and—
Katsuki readies his guard—
Only to realise a split-second later that they had never meant to fight him in the beginning.
Ochako gurgles, a pained breath hissing out, hands splayed out for a spell that couldn’t form quick enough. Light crumbles from her fingertips.
*
-sequence where with last dying breath ochako transfers lifesource to him-
-flashback where ochako uses skill-
-katsuki tries to do the same despite knowing she’s gone but he doesn’t know what to do anymore-
-he just shuts down after that, the realisation she’s not coming back-
-only enough to bring her body back to the parents if close enough-/bury if not
~
"I'll come back for you one day, Katsuki," She singsongs, sickeningly sweet, before she deigns to take her departure. "Remember my name! I'm Toga Himiko!"
He spits after her.
Never. She's a killer, that's all she is.
He throws himself into fighting mindlessly. Katsuki does not deviate from his path of destruction — never thinking of the heart he always tried too hard to run from.
//and since I’m at it I might as well yeet out this fantasy au outline I had for kacchako, was prompted angst, did not get round to writing how they bond and such.
...it was 2018 when I wrote it, pretty unlikely I’ll write it anymore, so enjoy? :D
#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#kacchako#boku no hero fanfic#uraraka ochako#bakugou katsuki#my writing#yeep wit time
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