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dronebiscuitbat · 6 months ago

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 56)

Hi, quick authors note. I have little to no experience writing action... and I'm a little afraid that might show in this chapter. That being said I do hope it's not confusing and you all enjoy it. It's a Doozy!

The next store, smaller then the toy store and really no more then a kiosk, with trinkets and scanners placed on a simple wooden table, the man standing behind it was cleaning a nixie tube with a cloth.

“You two seem a little young to be looking at these antiques…” His voice was gruff, sporting green eyelights and brown hair under a simple hard hat.

“Just… something specific.” Uzi cracked a wary smile as she took a look at what he had, ancient tech mixed with more modern parts… some of it wasn't exactly… legal. But that had never stopped her before, even if N looked increasingly nervous.

He was off duty sure, he was under no obligation to arrest the man even though his booth was sketchy and some of the parts he was selling were clearly ripped from other parts of bunker. But it still felt wrong to just… not do anything.

Uzi eyed the medical scanner, half buried under other medical equipment (mostly pain relief spikes) it was older, a screen on the front with the back shaped like a scan gun you find at registers. The ones the medical bay had now were automatic, this one was manual, but it would still do the trick.

“How much?”

She pointed to the scanner and the drone squinted at her, his eyes trailing over to Tera, who was still enthralled by her bat toy, then to N.

“Hundred and fifty.” N winced, that was like… half a paycheck. But it wasn't like they needed the money for anything else. So he transferred the credits without another word and the drone grinned wide and toothy, N just turned away as Uzi grabbed the scanner, her nerves seeming to skyrocket now that she had it in her hands.

This thing would tell her what she was, if she was still mechanical or if she was more flesh, ignorance had been bliss, a bliss she wouldn't have for very much longer.

“We got it… you wanna go home and perform it or…”

“No. No we can go home, I need to know.”

N nodded, taking her hand and attempting to lead them out of the marketplace before something seemed to catch his eye. Thad was walking with one of their female classmates, he was being hit on… clearly. But he wasn't giving her much response back, he looked almost bored….

“Hey Thad!” N shouted, making Uzi elbow him in the gut. They were supposed to be heading home! And she definitely didn't feel well enough in any way, to be put in more social situations.

But it didn't matter, Thad heard his name and locked eyes with N, his bored expression turning up into a friendly smile as his attention was turned away from the girl and to his freinds.

“Hey guys! What are you all doing here?” He turned to N, who immediately began to talk nearly nonstop, about his job, about Tera, about her. It would be sweet if she wasn't currently zoning out, thoughts running elsewhere and everywhere.

Maybe that's why she didn't see the red glint from a darkened hallway behind her.

The world around her began to slip away as she tuned out the conversation, there was so much to worry about, and it all seemed to be slowly creeping in on her, she felt like if she focused on it she would suffocate.

And that's when something grabbed her from behind, and she didn't even have time to give out a yelp and barely had time to wrap her hands protectively around Tera as she was yanked backwards, sailing quickly through the halls and into a small room that was only half finished, bare stone making up two of the furthest walls.

She was on her feet instantly, tail wrapping protectectivly around Tera, spines flexed outwards and fangs bared, eyes scanning the dark room for any sign of who dragged her here, a growl left her lips as Tera was uncharacteristically quiet, pressed up against Uzi tightly.

[Hello Uzi] A voice spoken in Russian, automaticly translated by her receptors but it sent chills down her back all the same, she gasped pulling Tera closer and her eyelights hollowing out from anger to fear. She looked around, she didn't even know where the hell she was, much less the route Doll had dragged her to get here, it had gone by too fast.

“What do you want?” She snarled, she couldn't see but a few feet in either direction, this part of the bunker was dark and empty, the only real lighting being the dim florescent light above her.

[To talk] She couldn't pinpoint exactly where Doll's voice was coming from, which only succeeded in making her frustrated, but mostly sacred, Tera was here, this was a bad situation…

“Then why drag me here alone?” She asked, focusing hard on where the response would come from. But she didn't have to, Doll stepped into the light.

She looked… awful.

Her clothes were nothing but tatters and all of them covered in some combination of oil and blood, she walked with a limp and her visor was cracked, she'd tried to cover it with an eyepatch, but she could still see the spiderwebbed fracture. Her remaining eyelight was still as peircing as ever, however.

Even still, Uzi didn't let her guard down.

Doll activated her solver, beginning to circle Uzi like a hyena about to pounce, there were black veins snaking up the leg she was struggling to put weight on, but Uzi recognized the look on Doll's face, hunger.

Who knows how long it'd been since she last fed.

[I had a plan that fell through, I've got nothing and the planet will soon be transformed. I did not find what I was looking for, for that, I am sorry.]

She started talking quickly, like she was running out of time.

[But I am not sorry for what I am going to do to your murder pets when you lure them in here for me, if I cannot be cured, then I want to take them down with me.]

“W-what?” Transformed? Cure? What the hell was Doll talking about?

“Like I'd just let you do that.” She replied, deciding to focus on the most important thing, which was keeping her daughter safe. She activated her own solver, feeling power from her core rush to her fingertips as she accessed it.

[I thought you might say that.]

Something hit her shoulder and sunk in deeply, causing her to yelp and wince as oil oozed out of where a kitchen knife dug into her metal, Uzi immediately made Tera look elsewhere, silent tears of fear shining in the toddlers eyelights as her mother hissed in pain.

“Fuck…” Uzi used her solver to pull out the knife from her shoulder, the wound already beginning to heal over the moment it was removed, she aimed it at Doll and got into the best fighting position she could while carrying a toddler.

[Don't worry, I'll just knock you out.] Doll grinned before summoning more knives and taking aim, Uzi growled, and dug deep to what she remembered doing with the pens to duplicate them, there was more at stake now, her daughters safety depended on her winning this fight.

She duplicated the knives nearly effortlessly, and launched them at Doll at a speed even the Russian was surprised at, though she just teleported out of the way of them, she looked back on them with a half smile.

[You've been practicing]

“Bite me.” Uzi lept out of the way of knives sailing towards her, ending up unfurling her wings to crawl on the ceiling while she held Tera with her actual arms, she felt a different kind of white hot rage fill her, and another feral growl left her lips. Her tail whipped in front of her, sending razer sharp spines raining down on Doll's head, once again, the projectiles just seemed to bounce off, but ever the observant one, Doll had something to say about it.

[I have never seen that mutation before… how cute, you're literally prickly now]

Uzi just growled, crawling over the ceiling and the walls around Doll a lot like an actual bat, she had to keep her distance, her kit was in danger and she had to make as much space between Doll and Tera as possible. She sent more spines her way utterly filling the wall behind the Russian like a stone pincushion.

[What the hell are you holding anyway? It can't be that important.] Uzi blinked, could… could Doll not see very well? That would make sense, she only had one working eyelight…

But that thought came at a bad time, a knife came flying her direction that she couldn't dodge and it caught her in the side, sending her falling off the wall and tumbling to the ground, she sheltered her daughter the best she could from the fall.

She lifted her arm to try to launch the knife back but her core suddenly lurched and visibly sparked with gold, gold glitched across her screen and her solver turned a similar color, her entire body screaming at her to stop what she was doing instantly.

“Agh!” She yelped, curling in on herself and pulling Tera into her, she felt like she was on fire, but Tera was still in danger…

[Oooh… that looked painful.] Doll closed the distance, pointing her solver directly at Uzi's visor, she closed her eyes shut and shielded Tera in her wings as best she could, N could take care of her… V might even step up, she had family still…

“No! Bad! Bad! NO!” Tera flung herself at Doll, slamming her tiny fists uselessly against her, Uzi wanted to scream, but any movement to try and rip Tera away was sending so much agony through her that she just ended up sinking further into the floor.

“Tera No!”

She kept at it though, punching as hard as her little fists could, Doll stopped after a moment of processing, her solver dissolving into nothing as the toddler did her worst… which wasn't much.

[What?] Doll blinked before picking the toddler up with one hand and holding her slightly away, Tera kicked and screamed and spat in her direction, digital tears streaming down her face.

“No! Mama! Bad! No!” Her limited vocabulary spoke volumes, and Doll looked back over at Uzi, who had switched from fighting to downright pleading.

“Please don't hurt her… please… you can do whatever you want with me, but let her go…” It wasn't like Uzi to beg for anything, but the life of her daughter was too important, too precious. Doll's eyes went hollow, her breaths came in quick pants.

[You- Since when?] Doll choked out before she dropped the toddler like she had burned her, Uzi fought through the pain to catch her and hold her close, both mother and child clinging to each other, pushed up against the wall.

[I… I'm…] She looked down at herself, at her ratty clothes covered in oil and blood and the strange growth on her leg as she tumbled backwards, looking terrified, of what, Uzi wasn't sure.

She locked eyes with Uzi, breathing heavily, before red code began to scrub her out of existence, dancing around her like a veil before… she disappeared.

Uzi waited for something else to come, for Doll to come to finish the job or her body to genuinely begin to fall apart or some combination of both, but the pain slowly subsided, her core returning to it's normal functioning, and the room fell silent, absent of Doll.

Tera was sobbing into her, gripping her like she was her only safe haven, digital tears began to fall from her own visor too, she gripped her back, petting the back of Tera's head.

“You were so brave sweetheart… so brave.” Uzi was proud and terrified and tired so tired, but mostly she was relieved that she was safe, although no doubt traumatized.

“Mama…” Tera whimpered, curling up tight next to Uzi's core and refusing to let go, Uzi took several deep breaths, okay, Doll was gone, and even though she didn't know why. It didn't matter, she just… needed to get up off the floor.

But… her legs weren't listening, it didn't matter what she told them to do she was frozen there, either from shock or fear or even the slight aftershocks of pain or the combination of all of them, she just… didn't have the strength.

There was a banging somewhere, a furious, desperate type of banging that progressively got louder, Uzi cocooned them both in her wings and wrapped her tail around them, becoming a living full body shield.

Then a door opened and light poured in.

“Uzi!” Oh… that was N. He was here, thank Robo-God he was here.

“N!” She popped her head out of her wings just in time for her to get scooped up into his warmth and his scent and everything was suddenly feeling so much better.

“What happened? You disappeared!” He sounded so worried, and on the verge of tears himself, he looked her over, the gash on her shoulder was almost healed but her side was still bleeding freely, she didn't respond, only trembled as she tried her best to melt into him.

“D-doll” She choked out and she felt him flinch as he looked around, she assumed he was using his other vision modes, since she heard the soft beeping of his HUD switching modes.

“She's gone, Tera uh… scared her off.” N helped her stand, her legs were wobbling and she was still struggling to take deep breath, Tera was crying so hard in her arms that she was near silent aside from her harsh sobs and whimpers.

“Tera?” N replied, confused.

“Yeah, I don't know either.”

“Uzi! N!” There were more footsteps as Thad ran into the room, out of breath and venting heavily, his gaze met the family and his eyelights turned worried.

“We're fine…” Uzi said immediately, trying to hide how beat up she was, artificial adrenaline slowly waning, replaced by a dull ache in every joint, every servo and every gasket. The area around her core felt sore…

“Yeah I don't belive you…” Thad replied, immediately looking her over in much the same way N had done, just with far less lingering touches.

“Since when did you become so doting?”

“You're my freind Zi, I'm like… Tera's uncle at this point.” He held something in his hands, something small, purple, and shaped like a bat.

“Hey, I think you dropped this.” He knelt down to where Tera was and brought the bat plushie into her view, she gasped, and breifly let go of her mother to grip it tightly and hug it to her before curling right back up in her previous position.

“Thank you…” Uzi found herself choking up again, causing Thad to back away slightly, he wasn't used to seeing Uzi so… vulnerable.

But in the next second she pulled him into a hug, making his eyelights go hollow for a moment before he returned it, squeezing her tightly.

“No problem.”

It took several minutes for Uzi to calm down enough to begin to try and walk, N steadied her on one side, Thad on the other, Tera resting on N's back, gripping him tightly.

She limped home, ignoring how slowly her wounds were healing compared to normal, ignoring the aches and pains and desire to just collapse into a pile of spare parts and letting herself get near dragged back home.

N and Thad lowered her onto the couch, tye furniture creaking unhappily with the addition of her weight, N turned to Thad, talking about something she couldn't focus enough to listen to.

She'd lost… and the only reason her and Tera weren't dead or used as bait was because Tera surprised Doll… She'd failed to protect her, her one job.

“Hey Thad's going home, do you want me to move you to the bed?” N's voice broke through the thoughts, and she nodded without thinking, he scooped her up in her arms and was off towards the bed, shutting the door behind him with his tail.

He sat Tera down on the edge of the bed first, before he laid his girlfriend down gently, Tera immediately crawled towards them both, refusing to be anywhere but curled up next to them.

Her wounds were healed well enough, neither no longer openly weeping, but her hoodie was still stained with oil, no blood thankfully…

She had no qualms with sleeping like this even through she felt filthy… she was too exhausted to even think about getting up and changing, not to mention the dull ache of her limbs and joints only adding to it.

N wasn't satisfied with that though, and began to change her into her clean pajamas instead, Uzi just let him, she'd never felt more tired in her life. The glitch with the solver draining every ounce of energy she had.

“Wait.” She managed to get out, pointing to her pocket weakly as N was throwing it into the hamper, he dug into the pocket, pulling out the scanner.

“Scan me.” She asked quietly, and he looked at her worry etched on every inch of his face.

“You've been through a lot today… maybe we should wait until you've recov-”

“My solver glitched out during that fight… I need to know what's going on… inside.” She gulped, she really wanted to sleep but… this was more important.

“O-okay, walk me through it.”

So she did, she showed him how to calibrate the scanner and tune it for her systems, how the data it collected on her internal systems would be displayed on the screen, and all he had to do was slowly scan her.

He started with her head, pulling the trigger on the scanner and allowing a little blue light to roll over her, the scanner beeped as a map of her head was taken, first just her silicone, then the metal underneath, then through that.

He had to hold the scanner over each part of her for several minutes to completely map each part, on the side of the tiny screen, her code read out flashed, all bathed in purple and running nominally, as far as he could tell.

“You look fine so far.”

‘Keep going, end on my core… that's the most uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

He continued the scan, taking note of any abnormalities he could find, her limbs were all normal, no fleshy bits or arrant code, just basic, stock worker limbs, complete with the ball joints and industrial hydraulics running through them.

Her head was… mostly normal, her processors were all neatly wired up, but the scanner had picked up… extra wires? At least that's what they looked like, that made a web over most of her main processing units, connected to bits of organic tissue.

It was her torso that really held everything… off.

The scanner picked up her wings and tail, folded into compartments he knew for a fact normal worker drones didn't have, but that had to normal for Uzi, at least since her transformation, but those weren't the only organic parts.

She had a small, but fully realized set of human lungs, breathing in time with her vents to pump air in and out, her oil tank was artificially enlarged and rerouted into… a very strange organic mass in her midsection. When the scanner broke through the tissue, he realized it was a digestive system.

“Not liking that face your giving.”

“It's fine. Let me finish up” He quickly said, he didn't want to freak her put before the scan was done, despite the weirdness and the fusing of flesh and metal, none of it was damaged or working improperly, so none of it had the capacity to make her sick.

Slightly further down, below her midsection there was another, extremely small ball of… something. It wasn't organic, but it was dense, and the scanner couldn't get a good read on what it was. N kept it at the back of his mind as he raised the scanner again, this time over her core.

“Alright, last little bit, you ready?”

“Mmhm.”

The scanner flashed over her core and she gave an uncomfortable shudder, the scanner beeped incredibly rapidly as it both mapped through her casing and exploded in code readout; which made sense, the core was like a motherboard.

Only… the code it read out looked different from the code running through systems in the rest of her body. For starters, some of it was mixed with gold instead of the ocean of purple code it had read out to him before.

Her core was also beating, like a human heart, it still thrumed normally, but surrounding it was a fleshly mass that beat in a constant rhythm. N blinked, feeling his own core and feeling the soft beating that had always accompanied it. It was like his now.

The more the scanner dug in though, the more golden code it read out, as he slowed down to read it, he realized that he recognized it. After all, it was easy to recognize your own code.

“Uh…” He made a noise of confusion making Uzi look up at him with a brow raised, he blinked before showing her the screen that was still reading put mixed code.

“I- sorry I don't know what this means.” He admitted, but Uzi suddenly grabbed the scanner, eyes growing wide as she looked through the model of her internals and the code read out.

“Holy hell I have lungs! And an actual stomach! That might explain why I've been so hungry…” Honestly? It wasn't as bad as she was expecting it to be, none of her internals had been replaced, just added onto, she held her chest and felt the the rise and fall, something that had started after her transformation that had been so imperceptible she hadn't noticed.

Shen she looked over at the core code and felt everything stop.

That was gold code.

That was gold code in her core.

She wasn't stupid, she knew what that meant, she'd seen it in nursery screenings about a thousand times shown to prospective new parents. It was N's code, mixing with hers.

She was… pregnant.

Next ->

#murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #oil is thicker then blood #tera doorman #oh boy this is a long one #Uzi finds out whats going on #She also has several new questions

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thedegu · 2 years ago

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Tag yourself, what you bring when you go out:

Bard: Alongside the necessities, you always bring either a musical instrument and/or a full makeup set. You never know when a party might start! Your bag is either $2 or $200. You make it work either way. Essentials? eh, if they're in there, they're in there.

Barbarian: phone wallet keys. Pants have pockets for a reason. If you're feeling spicy, you'll have a multi tool on your Keychain

Cleric: At LEAST one first aid kit, two lip balms snacks and drinks, bug spray and sunscreen for you freinds who forgot to put it on. Your purse weighs as much as a neutron star, but at least it's cute!

Druid: same as cleric, but you, instead of a purse, use one of those huge reusable grocery bags. More emphasis on snacks than the first aid kit (someone else will probably have that coveted, right?) But you might also have some loose dog treats in the bottom of your bag, so pay attention when snacking.

Fighter: You carry a backpack or over-the-shoulder duffel, but your phone wallet and other essentials are kept in your pockets because it's easier to access. What do you keep in your bag? Well, at least one knife and assorted tools and emergency supplies. You keep on forgetting to put in that first aid kit, but then you'd probably need to take out that 75 piece screwdriver kit, which, tbh is more useful in more situations.

Rainger: Look, you HAVE a bag, or... had one... you just leave it at home more often than you remember it. Look, you don't really need your phone when you're on a hike, right? And the trail mix in your pocket should be enough, too. Or you have a fanny pack that is more akin to a benign tumor. There is no in between.

Rogue: Just.... so many pockets. Like, sewing extra pockets into the inside of your jacket. Like "How did you fit that sub sandwich inside of there" pockets. Like you somehow have all of the tools you need for any reason on your person at any time without a bag amount of pocket. When you're fully suited up, your clothes work as a weighted blanket. It's honestly impressive and slightly terrifying.

Paladin: Like.... a bag?? Over the shoulder with RFID protection. Nothing too fancy either, phone, wallet, keys. Snacks and a small tube of sunscreen and maybe a hand warmer in the winter. Just get the job done, if you need something more you'll take it when you need it.

Wizard: You got the backpack on sale. That's what matters to you. Never mind how it makes your back hurt or that it's falling to pieces. It holds your books and laptop and.... ah, hm, everything else you need. Oh! It does have a cool wallet compartment... just let me... oh, it's so hard to get to give me one second... really, I do have the cash for this coffee. I swear one... oh, there goes my thesaurus.

Warlock: bags are meant as a fashion statement over their utility. Yeah, I can only fit my phone or my wallet in it, but I look good doing it, so what does it matter. Black is always in season, and so are chunky boots and spiked collars. Well it's not like you'll be going out without your freinds, you might as well have them hold your things, they honestly shouldn't trust you with your own credit cards anyway so it's a win-win

Sorcerer: You have one of those electronic bags that fallows you, and you've never looked back. Yes, it might be risky. Yes, taking a full luggage bag everywhere is a bit excessive. But if it does get stolen, the glitter bomb inside will make everything worth it. Hm? Where do you keep essentials? Oh, front pants pocket and brest pocket nbd.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #tag game #tag meme #bag #purse

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whereserpentswalk · 8 months ago

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You're a cyborg, but you're not like most other cyborgs. Most other cyborgs have these inhuman looking bodies that combine flesh and steel, but you're different, all your upgrades are on the inside. You were upgraded to be constantly interfacing with the digital world around you, computer parts placed into your brain, and eyes made to see things that were never there, your entire body always online.

Despite how human you look people can still tell there's something wrong with you. Your vacant stare, your hands always moving in weird ways, the way you always seem in your own world. It's hard to actually act like a person, even talking to people is hard when it's become an action far more deliberate and far less natural than texting. You find yourself chatting online with people who are next to you. It doesn't matter, nobody would clock you as human despite the softness of your skin.

You see parts of the world that you could never see otherwise. You can communicate with every peice of technology you can see, get messages from it, interact with them as if you were a shaman interacting with spirits, or mabye that's just how shamans work in movies, you were never the type to know. When you see something you have extra information on it, and you're always getting messages on things, from the news, to the temperature, to the prices of things you see in stores. But than again, it's hard to see the beauty of a sunset when the voices in your head are trying to tell you it's heat.

You're never looking at just one thing anymore. You're a programmer, it's the main reason you have such upgrades, and you're expected to always have the tabs in your brain where your code is stored open, to always be working on it even when you're doing something else. Not to mention that you have enough of a presence on social media so that you're always expected to be connected to those websites too, you're always posted, always able to be contacted. Not to mention at any time your boss could call you through your ears, and see through your silver eyes.

You're never without your inner world. There's always music playing in your head. You see and hear advertisements everywhere, even when you're alone at home, you wish for a momment they would stop. Even a deep conversation with a freind, or a momment in bed with a partener, still has ads playing, still might be interrupted by a video advertisement taking up your field of view, or someone messaging you about something you posted, or an algorithm showing you a post. Every personal momment is eaten by the impersonal. You want to rip your metal eyes out, but you know it wouldn't help, the algorithm would be all you could still see.

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jmagnabo92 · 3 months ago

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THe same anon who asked you yesterday about my growing distance in feeling connected with James in Prongsfoot fics.

So, when I said James is not as much of a devottee to Sirius in prongsfoot fics as Sirius is- I was talking about after school James. Or atleast after 6th year of school James. When he is really getting into that adulthood phase and leaving behind his boyish times.

Like mostly any fic I read with this pair, Jily happening is a given 80% of times. And there is a me problem that in my friends to lovers fic i typically don't like a person who one of the friends used to date being there in the mix. this is not just about this pair, anytime I read friends to lovers, I like the ex to leave there life or turn out to be super big psyco etc etc.

But with Jily almost all the time precceding Porngsfoot, it is that either her ghost is always hanging above their head, she is dead. Or she is best freinds with James and they are playing a supposedly good family but are divorced.

WHat I disgress about is that if James had such a good marriage with her then atleast for begininng 4 years, his prioroty will be Lily and Harry and then SIrius. Which would be absolutely fine if I was reading a Jily fic. But in prongsfoot it feels one sided for so long and then suddenly James is into SIrius and then they live happily ever after. THis like the chasis of many long Prongsfoot fics i have come accross.

Also, Sirius takes the typical girly role in Prongsfoot fics. Not shown as feminine. What i mean is that those typical romance stories we read that the herione is facing so many troubles and her life is so difficult then hero swoops in and now all of a sudden she has everything she has ever wanted. etc etc. Shr pines for her hero who is oblivious and then bam, she does make up, hero sees that oh she has looks going on for her..and they marry...

Hahahaha...

ANyways, jokes aside. You see in Wolfstar fandom, there must have been some start where few fics in the beginning must have decided that Remus has to be the macho man and Sirius has to be the girly drama queen and now everywhere Wolfstar works on this absolutely given basis.

I know you don't like Wolfstar but I was giving an example as to how fandom keeps developing from the early phases. Just like that in Porngsfoot fics, I think the given is that Sirius is the pinner. SIrius is hte one who either will never work to get in a decent enough relationship outside of James becasue he knows he is in love and he knows no is better that James so why try or even if he does then the partner he is with will be some evil person or not as good compared to James's Lily who is swettum duddikins. (P.s.- I saw on your page that you have posted a fic recently. And it may seem that I am targeting that in particular. But I promise, this rant is not about any fic in general. )

Like Prongsfoot has a given that James has a life all set and adult him is going to have the best of his life even if he divorces than he is chumy with Lily who is super supportive. Sirius spends years solving one problem or another.

THis is specially my trigger because in the scene in SWM, James is so not emotionally mature. He doesn't even understand that Lily is not comfortable with his over the top flirting and all. Sirius has to explain it to him. In OOTP also we see that Sirius is very mature despite spending years in Jail.

WHat i am trying to say is that between the two of them, James is the one who i see as someone who will have trouble transitioning into a well adjusted adult, not from the lack of trying but because of the naivety he is yet to loose. Him i can see as someone befreinding people of all types and then regretting over helping etc. So, often seeing well adjuted James, playing the role of a friend whose life is almost all settled. Of seeing jily break up being such a simple thing like it is not a big deal. It all makes it seem that James had it comparatively easy, in fanfictions.

Sirius, in turn, is so accurate in his assesment of people so seeing him being ludged with the wrong sorts of people feels a bit ooc.

I think Prongsfoot, is one of the ship that despite not being canon ship, is the only ship in which authors try to go by the canon the most. so, the route has to be taken of why jilly didn't happen.

But Back to my original ask. Adult James is a great friend to adult sirius. I am not denying that, but, adult Sirius is mostly in love with adult James. and he is so much devoting himself to James, his wife, his child. I don't know why. But it seems that his 'dog like nature' often makes it seem like he is doing more.

And the problem is not that James is late to the party. it is that as soon as he starts to see sirius that way. he is already all that way there. Not over the time getting there. He is suddenly jealous, he is suddenly too much touchy feelly. and Sirius who has spent years pinning,, we as a reader who know Sirius's side because mostly sirius is the pov character, are like, if he needed only this much time to be there, then why so late...

I don't know. Maybe if I see adult James having his own struggles, other than about his sexuality. or his having real actual troubles with Lily for actually wanting to divorce. Like being friends with her seems that they could have stayed couple if they are so good to each other.

In the country from where I come, after children are born to a couple, only the most explosive and violent relationship lead to divorce. Just not being attracted to your spouse is not a reason poeple divorce here. (I am not talking about cheating as a result of that). If they can still stay respectful and concerned about the spouse then they stayed married for the sake of children. So, Jily break up in fics for prongsfoot to hppen doesn't give adult James the credibility if he takes divorce for abolutely no seemingly good reason. Marriage is a big decision but so is divorce. And Divorce between couple who later become best friends is super cliche which i have never seen happen in adult life.....

So, i feel disconnected with James's reasonings, his almost nil personal growth after reaching adulthood, his almost too good to be true marriage with Lily, his perfect relationship with his son, his life has no struggles other than to get Lily to see him date material when he was a teen. When this is all shown in contrast to Sirius who has his life still in shambles. He looks more real in that case. in comparision to James, whose problems are triffle and not out of control sort of. JAmes's problems are the ones he can solve within himself. sriius's problems are on the outside.

I don't know if i was able to share with you my struggles. I left wolfstar because I thought that Siirus can do better than Remus. But then James in Prongsfoot is problem free whereas as Remus from Wolfstar was full of problems.

Reading Prongsfoot which is non canon compliment has helped but they are so less and i in my hunger for more, somehow reach the lands where i promise myself i won't return to.

Wow, this was a really long ask, with a lot of details. So, I had to spend some time to think about it.

Long ass answer below the cut.

I’ll just take each point as it comes along - I haven’t read as many Prongsfoot Fics of late that I should, but I don’t typically read the unrequited prongsfoot, I’m not sure if that’s what you’ve been reading because in all of the fics I read (and from what I know as a member and leader of this community of PF lovers) we usually LOVE their Co-Dependency and Devotion and we always have it go both ways. Like we can’t imagine James as ANY LESS Devoted than Sirius. Like, no, we all see them as equally devoted to each other.

You mentioned thinking that things changed for James (priority-wise) in 6th year, I think you’re right, but not in the sense that he’s suddenly focused on Lily and not Sirius. In fact, I imagine that sixth year was the year of Prongsfoot - why? Because Sirius likely ran away the summer before sixth year, and I think that running away and having James as a safe place to land (but Sirius likely worrying about being a burden) would make James reconsider the situation of pranking and enjoying life and realize that life isn’t easy and there’s a WAR going on. I fully believe Sirius’ home situation is the reason behind his transformation.

Many people credit Lily - I don’t. I 100% think it was Sirius and Lily just started to notice when they both became Head Girl/Boy. And that’s what led to their relationship.

James and Sirius both deserve the credit for growing up on their own and likely together, pulling each other into better places and they’d never leave each other behind.

So, one thing to note with PF is that most of us are also Jilypad shippers. Some of us really love Harry and his bond with Sirius, so in a lot of ways, we always kind of build Jily into it. I think it might also be a habit from building off Canon and Diverging from canon, which since we know in fifth year James canonically has a fancy of Lily, it makes sense to start there. It’s easy to have him realize that he wasn’t actually into her or for it to be one date and him to move on.

That’s kind of how first love works. It’s rare for someone to fall in love at sixteen and for it to work out. I know, I speak from experience. …. It’s a first love for a reason.

Also, I never really see Lily as a ghost hanging over them any more than if Sirius had fallen in love and then later loved James. I firmly believe that Jily had can be friends too, even if he’s with Sirius and I think Sirius genuinely came to love her (we see this most notably with the letter in Deathly Hallows - she and Sirius seem to genuinely love each other). I actually head canon that Lilypad were friends from the get-go (secret friends) that bonded over terrible siblings and wishing they weren’t born into the family that they were. She helps him with muggle stuff and he helps her with wizards stuff.

But I digress.

Here’s the thing about love and families, you can love and prioritize someone that isn’t your spouse. James isn’t the type of person that abandons the man that has been his BFF for years just because he gets married. Even in canon, we see that Lily and Sirius are good friends, she reaches out to him and tells him ‘hey, James misses you, come visit’. Like there’s evidence that they became a trio of sorts, and Sirius welcomed it as much as James did. She knew marrying him meant that he came as a package deal.

***I’m going to preface this next bit by saying - I’m speaking from my experience watching my sister get pregnant and get married knowing it was likely a mistake and knowing from my mom that her situation when she got married to an older man and got pregnant at eighteen and both situations were made better with divorce and realizing that you can’t stay in a situation just because of society and social norms. ***

And getting married at nineteen/twenty, typically doesn’t last. Why? ‘Cause you’re just too young, you’re not fully grown, they say that your brain isn’t fully developed to 25. Things change as you grow and you realize, ‘hey this isn’t what I want’ and that’s okay.

It’s not the olden days where you’re stuck anymore. Yes, there are things you can’t undo, but I think you can make them work in your favor.

Particularly if you have a kid young and get married because ‘it’s the right thing to do’ and then, realize … it as a mistake. Sometimes getting a divorce is better in the long run. It was better for my mom, who was in a terrible situation and for my sister.

So, if James seems to suddenly discover a part of himself that he didn’t already know - that he’s bisexual and usually discovers it because Sirius is an adonis, that’s just par for the course.

I think some people who may not understand coming out later in life or realizing something later in life may struggle to understand James in a lot of these fics. For me, I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m bi, I’m not really interested in a relationship, but I can say after reading certain characters figuring themselves out - Particularly Alex Claremont-Diaz (his bi awakening was so well done in the book that it helped me realize that there are certain things like thinking a woman is hot that probably isn’t all that straight).

I feel like we’re used to the ‘default’ setting that for people that are bi, might easily misconstrue how they’re seeing things. Because well, I’ve been with a man, I know I’m attracted to men, and being straight is easy, why would I question anything if I don’t need to? I feel like James in the 70s/80s would have a similar mindset? He might also be thinking ‘there’s no other way to have a family’ and he seems very much like a family man. So, for him, why question things until it slaps him in the face? (He seems like the type that needs a slap in the face to have things kickstarted. Maybe a kiss like Alex/Buck on 911).

Anyway, digressing again.

As for as the girly-role for Sirius - What Stories Are You Reading???? I really need to know because Sirius is never girly in any prongsfoot fics that I can think of? I’ve read plenty… so…

I’ve never seen him as the heroine waiting to be rescued??? Sirius rescues himself and James just happens to help. Also, this idea that only a woman needs rescuing … is kinda sexist.

Also, Sirius is more than just being a gorgeous adonis. Just saying.

I do agree that pining for Sirius makes some sense because I find it would be easier for him to figuring out he’s bent or bi than it would be for James, who like I said reads as someone that thinks he’s straight because he’s supposed to be. He wouldn’t think to question himself the way that Sirius would. So, naturally, that means Sirius pines.

But also, if we start in canon and diverge, James has a canon interest that Sirius doesn’t, so it’s easier to make that be the situation.

TBF things are changing, we’ve started to writing more of James pining fics because yeah, it’s time he pines. :)

You mentioned that this wasn’t aimed at any particular fic, but I wonder, how many of my fics have you actually read? Because I like mutual pining and not much Lily.

I’m not sure Sirius solves any of James’ problems, and usually Sirius is happy with his job and life as he is? Not really sure where this comes from.

I don’t think you can look at SWM James and then compare him to OOTP Sirius - like, I’m sorry, what???

There’s twenty years between the two scenes - twenty years in which Sirius has gone through a war, lost his best mate, has gone to prison for a crime he didn’t commit, and now is watching his godson go through HELL while he himself is on the run unable to do anything.

You say you see James unable to become a well-adjusted adult, I just don’t get where you get that. James in fifth year is living in a fun school bubble, yes. But he also finds himself in a situation not long after where his BFF has to run away from home, his parents getting ill and joining the Order. He’s clearly been shown to become an adult because of age but also outside factors that forces them to grow up. The fact that he and Lily got together, got pregnant, and then married, also forced him to grow up.

When you become a young dad in a war with no safety net, you’re going to grow up and it’s natural. I think some people may be stuck seeing him as his sixteen-year-old self, but he’s so much more than that. He’s had five years by the time he died to grow up and everything he goes through reinforces that.

We do like canon, I will say that. We like to diverge from canon because we DONT LIKE FANON JAMES AND SIRIUS. Let’s face it, the fandom that has them not together typically treats them like they’re complete idiots that can’t do anything themselves and they’re lucky anyone puts up with them. We don’t want that.

But also their friendship is SUPER STRONG IN CANON. Like, we don’t have to change much to make it work, so why would we? It’s practically natural.

I feel like there might be a misunderstanding with the devotion thing - James’ devotion would be just as strong if the roles were reversed. That’s kind of the point of the story of JS. Like Sirius devotes himself to James in canon because JKR didn’t give him anything else, and if it were reverse, the same thing would be said about James.

And TBF, we don’t really know James’ side either. He could struggle, but some people (cough, me, cough) prefer fluff, so… the only struggle is ‘man, has Sirius always been that hot?’ (Answer, always).

I actually think that friendly divorces absolutely can happen, I look at Micheal/Athena on 9-1-1, Like if you’re honest and you’re just like ‘you know what I loved you but I don’t anymore’ that it is possible to be friends and work it out. It took time, but I do know couples that are friends with exes. It honestly depends on why the split-up happened. In Jily’s case, if it’s because James suddenly discovered himself or they realize that they were just young and it was too soon compounded by war and a kid, I could see them splitting and staying friends.

You mention how things are in your country… and I grew up Roman Catholic, so I completely understand where you’re coming from, but I also see things differently. If my mom never divorced that asshole, I wouldn’t be here. If my sister hadn’t divorced her husband, she would be a lot less happy trying to force it than they are amicably raising their teenage boys. If it’s better for mental health and for the sake of the kids, then divorce should happen. Now, mind you, my religion technically says you should suck it up - that’s why marriage is a sacrament, but even my dad who is quite religious will tell you that religion isn’t right about everything.

I won’t tell you that your culture is wrong or that you’re wrong for your beliefs, but I do think when it comes to fanfic, you have to remember that not everyone has grown up in your culture or subscribes to it, and I believe, in England (where this story is based) that they aren’t against divorce. So, that might be why we as Prongsfoot writers have no issues with an amicable divorce with Jily.

I also don’t think it hurts his credibility, especially when divorce isn’t one-sided.

Honestly, I think James grows quite a bit, fatherhood, and being a husband, plus war… I just don’t understand the concept that he doesn’t struggle or have personal problems, that he doesn’t grow… I just don’t get that.

Anyway, Sirius can definitely do better than Remus, and that’s James.

James is an except boyfriend/husband to Sirius. And if you’re looking for non-lily fics for prongsfoot….

No Lily, No Jily, No Jilypad - AO3

Of my 461 HP Fics, 306 of them of Prongsfoot without Lily at all.

This was a very long answer, over 2K, if you got to the end, thank you! Please feel free to politely respond.

Thanks for the asks :)

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #prongsfoot #Jen's asks

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sheeluvsme · 2 years ago

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Funny 141 + los vaqueros (and others) Headcannons!!

Ghost , soap , gaz , price , Valeria, Alejandro, Rudy , graves , alex , farah ,könig ( I think that’s all…)

no warnings!!!! Just funny shit I think they do LMAOO, contains some reader in here !! Also none of these are in order LOL I just started writing shit down , and not proof read ! BUT ENJOY <33

Soap. Dear lord we love soap but he is a MESSY EATER

You will be sitting 5 feet away from him and your still in the fucking splash zone 😭

He also eats in bed , gets food everywhere, then gets mad he can’t sleep because his bed is riddled with crumbs

Graves dead ass sleeps in a recliner like an old man. I’m so serious.

One time someone walked in on him sleeping leaned back in his office chair and they drew a dick on his face AND FLED.

He didn’t notice till he had a call with shepherd.

Valeria insults Alejandro about his forehead.

Soap dose too and Alejandro beats him

Rudy drinks orange juice with pulp.

Price unironicly says ‘ whoopsie daisy ‘

Alex grabs your waist when he’s scooting by you and is like “ exuse me just gonna scoot on right by you-“

Ghost one time was so tired he tried to drink through his mask. It was FUNNY ASF

you get to sit and watch Alex shameless flirt with farah , and farah is OBLIVIOUS.

König will strap in his groceries in the back seat and when he opens the door to take them out they all fall out and start rolling down the street so all you see is this tall as man chasing after his oranges .

Ugliest. Monopoly. Games. Ever.

Half way through the game if ends up with someone pulling out a gun and shooting the board game.

Price is like “ fucking hell ! That’s the fith one !”

Farah doesn’t join but is so confused why they continue to play every couple of months if it just involves them fucking destroying the game

Soap literally eats almost anything you dare him too

Used to chew on bottle caps RELIGIOUSLY

ghost tried dip once. He swallowed it.

Price and laswell are goats at candy crush

Price is also super good at math????

Price called gaz son and gaz cried in his room for the rest of the day and didn’t talk to him for a week

Alex won’t stop getting asked if he’s prices son even if they definitely know the answer.

Farah can easily beat up Alex , and sometimes dose

Soap is a chronic “ Eats the last peice of food but leaves the empty package in the refrigerator “ type of guy

Ghost beats him up for eating the last toaster strudel

Alejandro loves putting hot sauce in there ketchup , watches soap slowly die from spice , even worse gives him sprite to wash down the spice.

You want to know who shot the monopoly board? Valeria.

Alejandro and Valeria almost end up in a fist fight over uno. Rudy was scared for his LIFE

Ghost high asf because soap gave him gummies to “ relax” but no one notices because his eyes are always so damn red

Gaz unironicly watches Freinds , like over and over and over

Price says “ oui “ when he eats a croissant

Soap has a “ smell test “ for his clothes when he dosnt feel like doing laundry.

Konig likes to quietly play roblox on long rides

Sometimes he’ll play a scary game and suddenly he just like yells and throws his phone LMAOO

Soap forces price and ghost to play Minecraft

Ghost is just blowing everything up

Soap plays in creative mode bc he’s a whimp and says survival is too hard

Price thinks the loading screen is the game.

Alejandro and soap get so serious when playing Just-dance Alejandro will loose grip of his remote and it will SHMACK soap in the face so HARD

Whenever Alejandro falls over he lays on the ground because Rudy always helps him up but this time he’s with ghost , ghost laughs at him and doesn’t help at all

Alejandro will doxx anyone who is mean to Rudy

Gaz is just confused. All the time.

Gaz sends random cat videos or pictures in the group chat they have

They go to add ghost to the group chat and he pulls out his jankie ass flip phone and everyone stares at him in horror.

Ghost mostly uses his computer but he’s like a grandma with it

Alejandro is a chronic Facebook user.

Soap has TikTok addiction and won’t stop shoving his phone in ghosts face when he sees something remotely funny

One time when gaz was a kid he found a unwrapped tootsie roll and thought it was a butterfly cocoon and put it in a jar and waited MONTHS for it to hatch

Price randomly says swag.

Ghost cried as a kid because he thought cracking open the egg ment it could no longer be a chick and hatch , he had no concept of process he was devastated

Alejandro and everyone looking at graves , grave “ welp , I’m glad he lived up to his name” and everyone just starts LAUGHING

GAZ thinks farah is ABSOLUTELY BAD ASS WITH HER MOTOR CYCLE.

He asks to touch her motorcycle likes it’s a cat “ can I touch it…?”

Alejandro eats unfrosted pop tarts.

Soap has snorted pixie stick dust , and will do it again

Gaz has neices that really like hello kitty so now he has this small hello kitty patch he Carry’s around that they gave him😭

Soap coughs loudly when price smokes anywhere near him , just to be dramatic

Price is sick of his bs

Königs feet always hang off his bed and is genuinely terrified of something grabbing his feet , one time a stray cat taped his foot , he jumped 5 feet in the fucking air SCREAMING

Ghost says “ at least I’m not Scottish “ and soap just says “ well your queens dead” and then the start wrestling in the back of the truck while price is yelling at the threatening not to take them to Wendy’s anymore

PSLKSEJEJW THESE ARE SO FUNNY I WAS GIGGLING WHILE WRITING THIS i HOPE YOU ENJOY :)) I’ll probably do a part 2 if this gets enough likes !

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esosage · 6 months ago

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God i love it when robotnik is put into a very normal and average setting because he is litterally the antithisis of that.

My man has spent his whole life acting and living like a cartoon supervillain. He knows hes evil full stop, and he has only been reafirmed by the people around him that hes evil (probobly from a young age aswell.)

So for someone like him, whos acted like a cartoonish supervillain for most of their life, to be forced to live in a regular, mundane enviorment, where the people are people, and dont have some alterior motive like how all of his previouse interaction have been, he obviously starts getting a bit paranoid, and anxiouse.

Because think about it, up until now hes lived in an cut throat enviorment where it was either him or the other person. This mentality started in the orphanage, and only got worse when he started working for the government. (Because you know he was backstabbing people to get to the top.) And through that enviorment, he learned that emotions were weaknesses, and that if you showed weakness you'd get mowed over by your opponents. Leading him to develop a very distant persona to survive.

But now? Hes in a safe enviorment, which isnt something hes used to. You can show weakness and not get black mailed for it. Theres no vying for the top, because there is no top. And everyones so damn freindly. No ulterior motives, no plans to backstab him later, just kindness for the sake of kidness. And robotnik has not a clue what to do, he just cant wrap his head around it.

To put it in perspective, robotnik is at the top of his game when he has a clear goal, an objective: Get to the top, aka, be better than everyone else. Thats what hes used to. And thats where hes been most of his life, thats where he's most comfortable because hes used to that. But what he's not used to is neighboors comeing to his door to hand him gifts withought poisioning it or expecting to reep the benefits later. What he isnt used to, is people checking up on him later to see of hes okay whenever he has a sudden outburst. What he isnt used to is people being so kind to him withought useing it against him later.

Robotnik has always thought that they way he grew up is how everything is: Freinds are transactional, showing emotions is showing weakness, noones truely on your side at the end of the day. But by placeing him in a normal, regular, run of the mill setting with no stakes and no drama, that entire world view is challanged. Because as much as he tries to find it, as much as he searches for it, he cant find any evidence that his life is in danger, or that his credibility, ego or whatevers important to him is on the line, which is a situation hes never been in. Normally, in the previouse enviorments hes been in, theres always danger around some corner, something to prep for, but theres none of that here. Theres no betray to prepare for, no secret plot comeing his way, just... calmness. And that obviously puts him on edge, since he doesn't think things are capable of being this calm withought something comeing after it. He doesnt belive that the world has the capability of being this peacefull. (Which is bassically him thinking the way he grew up is how the entire world is.)

And that bassically means he has to learn to be peacefull, to not always be on edge. And learn to calm the fuck down. Something that he couldnt even fathom before now.

Another thing i like about putting robotnik in this setting is that it also highlights how not normal he is:

Robotniks the weird kid, hes always been the weird kid. Everywhere hes went, hes been starkly different from the other people around him, and he knows that. He knows that to the point where hes twisted it into a reason as to why hes better than everyone else. And the mundane enviorment really highlights that.

Robotnik has always been treated like a cartoonish supervillain. Not just by the people around him, but by the setting and plot aswell. Hes hyped up as big and intimidateing, and in that way, he fits in despite being so cooky. Hes evil, stupidly evil, but it makes sense because the plot acts like thats normal. Its normal for him to act like a crazy supervillain, because he is one. Its practically required from him.

But now, hes in an enviorment where he isnt in the roll of a supervillain, he's just like everyone else around him. but he still trys to act like he is because he doesnt know what else to do. And that creates a deleciouse contrast that i love. Because of the eviorment hes in, now being crazy, and acting like a supervillain isnt normal anymore, because the plot isnt treating him like one anymore. Again, he's on the same level as everyone around him, and he doesnt know how to cope with that. So he tries to restort back to old habbits to have framiliarity in a landscape so unframilar to him. But those habbits arn't neccisarry in an enviorment like this, so they come off as weird.

And of course, you can make people shun him for this, (since thats what normally would happen,) but i find it more interesting if you dont. Because robotnik has been met with that reaction, hes been shunned before, so he's used to it.

He knows how to shut off his heart, and not care to that type of reaction twards him since its something hes had to do time and time again. And in a way, hes kind of hopeing for that reaction, because it only further proves his world view. It again gives him something framilar to work with here.

But imagine his shock when hes not met with that, when hes not shunned like he thought he would be. It freaks him the hell out, because he's not used to that level of openess, of emotional intamacy. He isnt used to people wanting to talk to him, or genuinly being interested in him, or not groaning whenever he comes into a room. Because before, he was some big mean scary supervillain. Someone you ran away from, someone who was delightfully evil and insane. But now, he isnt scary, he isnt a supervillain, hes just like everyone else.. a person... and that terrifyies him.

Because hes used to everyone hateing him. Of dreading him, and thats been his entire perspective of how other people can view him up until now. So for someone to be freindly to him, genuinly freindly, is probobly the most off putting thing to him.

So in other words, we need a robotnik sitcom paramount.

#eggman #jimbotnik #dr. robotnik #ivo robotnik #movie robotnik #sonic movie #god i love this man #please paramount i need more of him!#hes so stupid #but so damn smart at the same time

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ask-elliot-doorman-fam · 2 months ago

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Puts Kiara in one of Teras dreams

She's confused at first... waking up on something freezing cold, in a place thats pitch black aside from the glow from her own bodylights.

She can see her own breath, hear herself breathing but it's dead silent otherwise.

Something moves in the corner of her eye, sweat appears in her visor, she snaps towards it...

There's movement everywhere in the darkness, shadows making gnarled shapes and fear striken faces, but she can't tell weather it's real or just her imagination playing tricks on her.

She starts breathing faster.

Something grabs her leg and pulls-

She dragged across the floor like she weighs nothing, a black tendril wrapped around her leg that refuses to let go. She screams.

And then it stops... it's still again.

She opens her eyes.

Tera is on her knees in front of her, tendrils holding her to the ground and binding her to the floor, her hands are tied behind her... like a prisoner. Her back is exposed... and covered in weeping cuts like someone had taken a whip and not let up.

"Tera?" Her voice echoes around the space like it's infinite...

Her best freind looks up. Her visor is busted, one eyelight shattered and drooling oil and blood, the other one looks.... dead.

The lights on... but nobody's home.

Tera doesn't say anything, but her functional eyelight gets a tear and her expression shifts from defeated to intense sadness.

"Hehehe. Hello there Princess~"

Tera's voice doesn't come out of her mouth...

"Run-!" The prisoner in front of her us silenced by a tendril wrapping around her neck, she chokes and splutters as a different version of her rises from the floor.

"Welcome!" This version... is smiling. Yellow eylights without any damage, and tendrils slinking out of her back.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" She grins, stepping right up into Kiara's personal space, she doesn't have a sense of smell... but something about her is very off.

"W-what...?"

"Hehe... so pretty."

"Do you want a gift?"

"Tera" asks the question but doesn't wait for an answer... turning to her counterpart and beginning to manipulate her limbs, making her stand.

"From... both of us?"

Tera is forced to form claws and bring them up to her chest

Before plunging it into her own chassis- and she's not even allowed to scream, tendrils covering her mouth.

She pulls out her own beating core and is forced to offer it up, trembling like a leaf.

Kiara is horrified. Matching the tremble perfectly.

"Our Heart! Isn't that cute~"

The core drips oil... beats and squirms. Kiara screams-

And wakes up.

#rp blog #tera answers #kiara answers #tw gore

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scienceisneat · 4 months ago

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this is so stupid oh my g

HIIII,,, SO UHH!!! me and my brother are writing a FIDDLESTAN fanfiction and in another fic after the one we r writing there is gonna be MASSIVE tate conent and i wanna INFODUMP ABOUT IT!!!

OK SO the sequal fanfiction persay is revolved around tate and his life because i'm hyperfixated on him and i LOVE HIM OK SO in this universe, stanley never breaks Fords project, Ford ends up going to his dream college, and Stan goes to backupsmore and meets FIDDLEFORD!!!!!! They make a computer company and a bunch of other shit will happen (NO SPOILERS, WINK WINK!!) and after all of that they adopt Tate:333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah basic rundown and whatnot ANYWAYS MOVING ON

the sequal will bascially be Tate in his sophmore year in highschool (1997) and he meets a kid named BRODY BACKLE!!!! (a lot of people have a oc named/based on "backle" but i found that out AFTER me and my brother made him.) Brody is kind of a reckless guy, he gets close with Tate and they become best "freinds" (there is A LOT of homoerotic tension with them) they do normal teenage stuff persay Brody makes Tate do reblalous things aganist his dad's rules, and genuinely becoming KIND OF AN ASS.

I WANNA DESCRIBE HOW THEY LOOK IN THIS OSHJSS

So for context Tate is 15 and Backle is 16

OKOK

Tate used to wear; sweaters, (Knitted by Fiddleford) cargo shorts, big bulky sneakers, HATS. and very soft kind of look (me and my brother joke all his outfits are picked out by Fiddleford) BUT AFTER he meets Broody he dresses in oversized band shirts, baggy pants, beanies, backwards hats, and of course his hair covering his eyes because by god in my au his eyes are BLINDING like the bluest eyes you have ever SEEN.

Brody/Backle wears; bascially the same thing Tate would wear minus the hats, His head is shaved with blonde hair, his ears STRECHED TO THE MAX, pircings EVERYWHERE and genually like ur averge alt guy, he chills out when he gets older tho

They never OFFICALLY GET TOGETHER (as if rn) but they do kiss, hold hands, get matching stuff, cuddle, hug, all that mushy couple stuff they do (When they get older i might get them together who knows,,) when they get older they created the bait shop together, they spend a shit ton of time together they are INSPERABLE, they own a house together near the bait shop, (no homo, Brody says whenever someone asks about it)

Tate (when he gets older) would wear ; what he wears in the cannon gravity falls universe but looser because dear god holy shit. when he isn't working he would wear button ups, with hand knitten sweaters made by Fiddleford, cargo pants, and very beat up shoes with of course, a hat. So bascially what he wore before he met Brody kind of thing

Brody would lowkey dress the same as he did when he was youger, when he's older, he usally wears band tee's with a flaneel drapped over it (all of his flanels were owned by Tate at one point, he would have blonde wavy longish hair and is a genually chill guy.

in they older years, Tate and Brody spend most of their time (when they aren't working) fishing, talking about endless stuff never ending coversations, Brody never really opens up to anyone that isn't Tate (Broody lore coming soon). ALSO, Brody is VERY affectionate to Tate like thats his number one thing in the entire UNIVERSE right there, Tate has a hard time giving love out to Brody, he doesn't understand how to do it or how it works, Brody understands and he knows Tate loves him back.

When they were teenagers, Brody always stayed at Tate's house, never really going to his own. Stan and Fiddleford see him as another member of them family at that point, Brody would spend weeks at the pine's house, Brodys parents lowkey stopped gaf about Brody after 5th grade so his parents did not care he was spending most of his time at this random kids house

Tate's first kiss was Brody, they usally got affectionate when they were high or something along those lines, they kissed mulitple times, whenever Tate would ask what they were, Brody would ignore the subject leaving Tate confused and upset. When they got older they eventually sorted everything out leaving all the tension behind them.

ok i'm getting sleepy sorry if this is shitty my autistic brain needs to rant to someone and the someone is tumblr so, yay

#gravity falls #tate mcgucket #brody backle #backle #gravity falls oc #oc #headcanon #gravity falls au #tackle #tatexbackle #silly #uhhhh #THE FANFICTION IS CALLED CARNAGE AND COMPUTERS ON AO3 #ITS STILL IN PROCESS #THE SEQUAL WONT BE UP FOR A LITTLE BIT SORRY #BUT AFTER THIS FIC IS DONE TATE CONTENT WILL BE REALSED #UGHHH #ok bye

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Hi, I hope you're okay. I have a question about Peter. Do you think he betrayed the Marauders for power? There's a quote where they say that they would have killed him if he hadn't joined (the death eaters) , and Sirius says that they would have died for him if he had remained their friend. I don't know if it's in the books, but if it is. What does that quote mean to you?

(if you don't want to answer that's fine)

Hello Anon!

Whenever it comes to Peter, I think there is a general sense of hatred. Dumbledore has his side of fans and supporter, so does Snape, even Voldemort, Bellatrix even, Regulus! Barty and Evan. Everyone has a little corner.

WHat i think is that Peter Pettigrew is decribed as this fat ugly guy so no one is on his side. She went above and beyond to make it seem that every villian has to have a certainly bad look. Pansy, voldemrt, Peter are all at certain point described how evil exists in their look only.

Often we see discussions on impact Marauders as freind group had on each of them. About how the other three were so concerned for Remus that they chose to go illegal way at probably 13-15 age and offered Remus a real help. How James valued freindship above all. How the marauders as a group must be like a solid wall for SIrius when he ran away.

But in all this Peter is never discussed. As to how the other three must have played a huge part in shaping the Peter who grew up to be self centred.

I am not saying that it is all on the other three. But lets analyse here a bit.

FOr James, in the peak of War, the priority will be something like - 1) Harry, 2) Lily, 3) Sirius, 4) Peter, 5)Remus and so on....

FOr Sirius the priority will be - 1) James. 2)Harry, 3)Lily, 4)Peter, 5)Remus

For Remus the priority will be - 1)His own werewolf secret, as usual at the first place, 2) Dumbledore, 3)James, 4)can be anyone, I don't know, maybe Peter.

So, all three of his freinds, will chose someone before him if they had a chance to save them.

He must have felt not being anyone's priority.

See, Before boxing Peter as a coward one must think that to fight in a war which is so dark and scary as SIrius describes in GOF, one has to have a motivation, a reason to keep on fighting, an anchor to keep reminding you why you began in the first place.

I think Peter was missing that for a long time, Before he ditched everyone and went on tho save himself.

Lets see-

"Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord . . . you have no idea . . . he has weapons you can’t imagine. . . . I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen. . . . He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me —”

“He — he was taking over everywhere!” gasped Pettigrew. “Wh — what was there to be gained by refusing him?”

“What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?” said Black, with a terribly fury in his face. “Only innocent lives, Peter!”

“You don’t understand!” whined Pettigrew. “He would have killed me, Sirius!”

We need to understand that Sirius and Peter and Remus are different person on intrinsic level.

Remus's whole existence is about his lycanthrophy. His first and foremost loyalty is to Dumbledore as the man gave him a chance to live a normal life. But Remus did betray him. Not once but twice.

For Sirius his love language is loyalty. THe people he becomes loyal to are the people he chose to have in his life. For him loyalty is most important, even more than pride, dignity and morals.

For Peter, I think, it summerises to who made him feel better about himself. I HC him as someone whose self worth is nil. He considers himself too less. So, whomever comes along and aids in reducing the hate he harbors for himself, is the one who gets his loyalty.

Sirius declaration that they would have died for Peter is his own belief that he would have done that but Marauders post graduation had a lot of communiaction issues. Did Peter REALLY know that he stll had that level of importance in James and Sirius and Remus's life when all three of them look so busy in their own life and war.

I read somewhere that Peter had been bullied within his friend group. I wouldnt go that far, but I feel that to some degree it is true. The feeling of being the least important is an ugly one. A human's entire belief system crashes knowing that no one need you as you need them.

I don't think Peter craved power or moral high ground, as much as he craved a sense of being needed. Of being important enough to someone.

Marauders supplemented his dependent personality in many ways. In school James is shown to love the way little Wormy is in awe of him. I think for as much as Peter being bad freind is visible to us all, the other three being bad freind to Peter is a given. Praising him on being their yes man. Rather than getting offended of their freind not having his own views.

James Potter is important character in Peter's story. Just like he is in Srius, Remus and Snape's. Once he got married, he didn't need Peter to entertain him in the ways he did in school days. I think had James not married this soon. His attention wouldnt have diverted to a wife, son. He would have been all about war and friendship. The biggest link between the other three was busy playing family and it cost all of them.

But Peter, to me, will always remain a result of not being able to make good decision in tough times and then carrying on the path even knowing that it is the wrong one becasue it is easy to keep walking then to turn around and accpt you did wrong. I would never call him inherently evil. Cruel yes, but so were Remus and Sirius and James. That is minimum criteria of being a marauder. But not evil.

In war the aim becomes to keep on surviving and not living. He needs to be alive to survive. He needs friends to live once he has survived. So, he was ready to sacrifice everyone to survive.

Despite being a person who is fan of both James and Sirius, I don't begrudge Peter in the choices he made at 19 and got stuck in his own trap only because war kicked in the basic human survival instinct, far more powerful that any real sense of belonging he ever felt within marauders.....

#Peter Pettigrew #MWPP #MWPP era #hp marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #Remus lupin

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prefect30 · 7 months ago

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At The Heart Of It All

Warnings: DARK short story, death, blood, cannibalism, toxic freind, grotesque scenes, and one slightly suggestive scene. Please read with caution! This is a DARK SHORT STORY, if any of these warnings are triggering to you, then don't read this. Your media consumption is choice. This is all FICTION.

In the slums of California, where trash was mountain high, the rats living in the streets saw them as castles. However, stay clear of these rats, for you don’t know if the one you end up finding could talk or not.

It was clear to see that living in the slums of California was not ideal. The kids living there could be seen wearing worn out clothes, hand-me downs, and those in the worst cases, rags. Surrounded by trash everywhere, the putrid smell of dead rats (most kids chose that those dead are the non-talking ones to help keep their days going good) and just straight up trash could be smelled from all the way in Washington.

With its crime ridden streets, many riots, robberies, and on the occasion, murders, no one, even the many rats that would help in these events, were safe. The police have tried to stop at least some of the crimes and bring the crime rates down, but it has gotten so out of hand that they have just given up. But to begin with, they never really were good cops. With most of them having a beer belly and almost all of them being over 50, most were in due time to retire or just give up. But the younger ones, the ones more fit for the job, well they gave up too once they realized they could make more money being one of the rats. Letting most rats out of the cage by “accident” because what is a reward with no risk?

However, the lucky ones, like Lilith, could be seen living off in the distance, in her pristine, castle-like home. She was one of the few lucky, rich families that could afford proper protection from the rats living in the slums and shelter. Spending most of her time in her Victorian themed bedroom, she truly was living like a princess. Her light pink drapes, hanging high from her windows, brought much darkness into her baby pink room. Her blush pink canopy would lull her to sleep as it would gently dance to the wind singing to her every night.

Her hair was rich as dark chocolate and skin as pale as snow. Her pearly white smile shone as bright as day. Towering over all her peers, she stood at a lofty 5’9, ever the long stick she was. However, it was her eyes that were the main attraction. Her bright, sapphire eyes always captured people’s attention, always shining like the true gem itself.

The beautiful eyes could always be seen. Wherever she was, whoever she was with, her cerulean eyes would be the first thing one would see even in the darkest of places.

Her mother taught her from a very young age to always be polite, sweet, kind, and everything a boy could want in a wife. With her mother, drilling it into her head with a jackhammer, she would never forget what she taught her.

The voice of an angel, soft and delicate could only describe as she was to the ones she talked to. She seemed to float as she walked and would glide across the stage when she would dance, yet another thing her mother thought was needed to increase her feminine traits. She could sit at your normal Chick-Fil-A and eat as if she were dining with the Queen of England.

So here she was, eating lunch with her friend, Nelly, at Chick-Fil-A as if she were at a fancy tea party.

“Did you watch the newest Scream movie yet? I know that you’re a huge fan.”

Ah, yes. Scream. It was Lilith’s favorite movie of all time, with American Psycho coming in as a close second.

“No. I didn’t get the chance to go to the theater yet to see it. I don’t think my mother would be too fond of me watching the film anyways.” Grabbing her lemonade, Lilith took a sip after answering.

“God, why do you always talk like you got a stick up your ass?” Nelly reached over and grabbed a fry from Lilith’s nicely splayed food on the tray the food came on.

Incompetent pig.

“It’s just proper English. Now come on, we should go now, it’s almost supper time.” Lilith gracefully jumped down from her chair as she started to clean up her area.

“Supper time. I mean, really! Who even talks like that.” Nelly exclaimed, waving her hands around like a lunatic.

“Proper English, my friend. Proper English.” Lilith patted Nelly’s back, subtly pushing her out of her chair.

“Supper time. Phh. Old lady talk.” Nelly muttered, pushing her chair in and throwing her food onto Lilith’s tray.

Lazy ass.

Walking out of Chick-Fil-A, the sun was slowly saying goodbye, leaving pink and yellow skid marks across the sky. God, how Lilith hated sunsets.

I mean, what’s the point of having someone come and leave their mess everywhere, just for someone else to clean it up. The moon should be the one that everyone loves, oh so much. She’s the one doing all the work.

“Remind me again why you can’t come over tonight?” Nelly looked up at Lilith.

“I need to prepare supper for my mother and me. We are having chicken and I need to cook it before she gets home.” Lilith answered, looking down on Nelly.

“But we just ate? Why would you eat again?” Nelly gave a confused look to the tall stick.

“Because Nelly, my mother didn’t eat yet and I only ate my fries. You’re the one who truly ate.”

Like a damn pig.

“Oh.” Nelly looked down at her shoes.

Fuck.

“However, it was near supper time, so of course you ate. You were hungry, as one should be when it’s time to eat.” Lilith saved face, grabbing Nelly’s left hand.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right!” Nelly exclaimed, swinging both of their hands.

Continuing their walk to Lilith’s house, Nelly started to skip a bit, slightly dragging Lilith along with her. Anyone walking by could see just how uncomfortable Lilith was. How she looked as though bugs were crawling out of her. Piercing her skin, leaving tiny, maggot shaped holes, with small streams of blood, slowly oozing down her arm, covering her in her own dark red blood. As if the bugs, now at her feet, slowly start to gnaw at her shoes–like carpenter ants–and make their way up her legs, leaving deep bites, right down to the bone. As if they made their way all the way up her mangled body just to seep into her eyes and mouth, slowly choking and blinding her.

That is how Lilith felt right now, just from a simple hand holding that she, herself, initiated.

Finally reaching her house, Lilith tried to pull her hand away from Nelly, but she held on tighter and then pulled her into a hug.

“Bye Lily! See you tomorrow!” Nelly beamed at the girl.

Lilith swore she could feel the bugs on her backside now, slowly going down her body and stopping at her legs again. She could feel them bore deeper into her eyes and choke her harder at the close proximity and nickname. No one, and I mean, no one, called Lilith, Lily. It had the complete opposite of her name. The complete opposite of her.

“Lilith. See you tomorrow, Nelly.” Lilith grumbled.

“Right. Sorry, Lilith. Bye!” Nelly apologized, giving Lilith finger guns and she backed away.

Lilith gave her a fake smile and watched Nelly as she turned around and started to walk away, wondering how someone so simple-minded could get on someone like Lilith’s nerves so much.

Imbecile.

Turning around, Lilith picked the key out of her pocket, unlocking the door. Walking in, she looked at her beautiful castle like home, smiling. She took a minute to look around the living room. There was a small mug resting on the short, crystal living room table. Raising her eyebrows, Lilith slowly walked over to the mug, resting her dainty hand on the mug.

Warm.

Her mother must be home. Why was she home so early, Lilith didn’t know. She did know, however, that she hoped her mother didn’t want to spend bonding time with her. She couldn’t stand the woman. Thought that she was a wasted body. The female Frankstien, born without a brain. Though Lilith swore that even he had more brains then the woman could ever have.

“Hey honey! How was the walk with Nelly?” The woman gently asked, walking towards her daughter.

However, to Lilith, it sounded like the murderous siren calls. The one sailors would hear right before the sirens would show their true nature. She would give that to her mother. She was beautiful, but in the old timey way. Where you knew that she was once a beautiful woman, one filled with joy and hope. Now she just looks like a rose that someone tried to preserve in time, but it dried out much too quickly. Slowly rotting away.

“It was fine, mother.”

“That’s good. Did you have fun? Where did you guys go?” Her mother asked, trying to keep the conversation going, while moving closer to Lilith. Her mother thought that their conversations were always cut so short. She loved her daughter very much and while she always tried to make sure that she would always present herself in a very feminine way, it was her way of showing her love. Besides, she was helping her daughter. If this little girl is what took away her beauty, she was going to protect hers at all cost. She didn’t want to see her only daughter rotting away just like her.

Lilith, however, thought that her mother was asking too many questions and was way too close.

“I had a wonderful time, mother. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare supper. I think that I’ll be fine by myself in the kitchen. Goodbye.” Lilith answered, putting her mother down before she could even ask a question to help her.

“Ok. I love you!” Her mother hollered to her as she watched her daughter walk away from her.

Rolling her eyes, Lilith walked into the kitchen and her eyes found the dead chicken right away.

Smiling, Lilith let out a quick sigh. She walked over to the kitchen counter and bent down to open up the middle drawer and pulled out her baby pink, flora design apron.

Bunny looping it around her waist, she grabbed the flour, breading, eggs, and knives. She got to work preparing the chicken.

Lilith loved preparing food, specifically meat. She loved how she could just let go and relax.

Digging her hands into the chicken, she gently pulled out the liver. Looking at the slimy, red liver, she wondered how it differed from a human liver. If it were to be stabbed, would it react the same way a humans’ would? She could know her answer to the chicken’s, but not the humans.

This angered Lilith. She hated not knowing things, especially when the things she had to do to attain what she wanted could be done, but just frowned upon by society.

Deciding not to linger on this, knowing it would only anger her more, she moved on to taking out the gizzard. Pulling it out rather quickly, she couldn’t wait to get to her favorite part. The heart. Gently taking the knife to her left, she cut open where the heart should be and sliced through the skin. She knew how to fix it up for her mother so she wouldn’t know she did this. As she put her dainty hand into the chicken, she delicately wrapped her hands around the heart and pulled out the heart.

The heart was still a bit bloody, but Lilith didn’t mind. As she looked at the heart more, she started wondering again.

What would it taste like?

She had tried it cooked before, but never raw. Her mother always talked about how she could get Salmonella. But she never cared and each time she was told that, she never was talking or thinking about the chicken’s heart.

Putting the heart onto the counter to her left, she started to really get to work on the chicken. She cracked the eggs and poured the breadcrumbs into a medium sized bowl. Then she got to the chicken. She worked her way from the bottom up, meticulously getting rid of any imperfections.

While doing this, she reflected on her actions towards Nelly today. She knew she had gone a bit too far with the food comment, but thankfully was able to save herself.

So naive.

She needs to be more careful, Nelly is overly sensitive and will burst into tears at any given moment.

However, Nelly is a simple girl and so easy to manipulate. With her being a short, plump girl, she didn’t have many friends, and the ones she did have, she cherished. Friends like Lilith. Lilith knew the day she met Nelly that she would be annoying, but useful. Nelly came from a wealthy and influential family. So while Lilith was rich, Nelly was richer. And while Lilith held some power with her “ranking,” Nelly held more, even if she didn’t know it.

So whenever Nelly had a big decision to make, Lilith would always be there, to help her decide what to do. She needed Nelly to be dependent on her, and as annoying as the girl was, it would only benefit Lilith. She needed to get it into Nelly’s head that Lilith was the only one who would be there for her. The only one whose opinion mattered. The only one she needed for anything.

Lilith was so deep in thought that she didn’t realize that she had completely gutted the chicken until she heard her mother’s shriek.

“Lilith! The chicken! What did you do?!” Her mother came barreling in and pushed Lilith out of the way and stood in front of the chicken, examining what her daughter had done to it.

While her mother was distracted by the mangled chicken, Lilith sneakily grabbed the chicken heart and put it into her pocket.

“What was the-why would?” Her mother took a deep breath. “Why did you do this Lilith?” Her mother said, finally looking up at Lilith.

“I was not paying attention. I got distracted, mother.” Lilith replied.

“You can’t get distracted when you are using knives Lilith! Just, just go to your room. Now.” Her mother said, looking back down at the chicken.

“Ok.” Lilith answered, taking off her apron and turning to go to her room.

Her mother just sighed. The chicken had been completely torn up and gutted. Lilith had taken the knife and sliced the chicken from the bottom up, opening it cleanly. She had put her hands inside of the chicken, completely ripping out its insides. What little blood was left on the chicken now covered its entire body, smeared everywhere. It was on the chicken, knives, and the counters.

Lilith couldn’t help it though. Of course she didn’t mean to, but her mind and hands had separate plans. Once she got her hands inside the warm chicken, she completely let go.

Oh well.

Reaching her room, Lilith quietly closed her door and locked it. She moved to sit on her beautiful cherry blossom colored bed. She sat down and just started at her baby pink walls.

Oh!

Then she remembered. The heart. The chicken heart.

She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at it attentively. It was covered in blood from the gutting and was dripping a bit onto her white carpet floors.

Still warm.

She slowly brought it up closer to her face, a mere few inches away from her lips. She stared at it, mesmerized at how the blood seemed to glisten in the sun’s lowering rays. She brought it closer to her face, deeply inhaling its scent, her eyes fluttering in the pleasant smell. She then slowly lowered it to her mouth, lips caressing the heart as she thought about what she was about to do.

This is wrong. It is so very wrong. Sadistic even. Right?

As she heard her mother coming up the stairs, she quickly bit into the heart, eyes closing in pleasure. She heard her mother come closer to her room and she took another bite, moaning in delight from the taste.

“Lilith?” Her mother knocked on the door.

Of fuck off and let me enjoy this.

Lilith didn’t answer, instead she continued to scarf the heart down, getting its blood and juice all over her face, her bed, and carpet.

“Listen, I get that you don’t want to talk. I just-I’m sorry for yelling, but you can’t get distracted like that, Lilith. What if that were to happen with your husband? Who knows what he would do?” Her mother tried to reason with her.

Lilith just ignored the woman, too caught up in the heart she was almost finished. Besides, Lilith had heard this lecture before. Her mother would always “apologize,” but then right after would bring up how her future husband would react and how it was not very “ladylike.”

As Lilith continued to ignore her mother, her mother put her ear up to her daughter’s room and was horrified by the noises of squelching and moaning. Of course her mother thought the worst, but Lilith wasn’t doing that. No. She was simply just eating something delicious.

“Lilith, what are you doing?” Her mother whispered shakily.

Lilith, too caught up in eating the heart, missed the way her door handle jiggled and slowly opened as she finished the heart.

Her mother screeched in horror as Lilith looked up at her like a deer in headlights.

Shit.

“Oh, oh my Go-” Her mother started, but was cut off as she started to throw up all over her daughter’s carpet. Lilith grimaced in disgust watching her mother throw up.

Ew.

As her mother realized that she wasn’t going to stop throwing up, she quickly moved to Lilith’s bathroom and sat in front of the toilet, trying to aim the yellowish, pungent smelling fluid in there.

What am I going to do now?

Lilith didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t have her mother calling her crazy just because she wanted to try something different. And God, if the woman even tried to put her into therapy, oh, then Lilith would kill herself. She thought therapy was so stupid and only weak people had to talk to someone about their feelings and thoughts just because they couldn’t handle them themselves. And Lilith was not weak.

Maybe? No! That’s crazy. I can’t.

I shouldn’t.

I could.

…

Yes.

Lilith quickly picked the pen to her right–the same one she used to write in her diary–and carefully walked to her bathroom.

I can do this. I am not weak.

However, as Lilith got closer to her bathroom, she heard gurgling.

Quick. I need to be quick.

But when she entered, pen raised, she saw her mother lying down on the ground, choking on her own puke. Her mother was gagging, unable to sit up for some reason.

Why can’t she sit up? How are you able to find the strength to try to stay alive, but not sit up?

Lilith watched as the woman was gagging, unable to get air into her lungs from the puke blocking the way. As her mother reached for her daughter’s hand, Lilith stood still, unmoving or caring.

She watched in awe as the woman before her fought so hard to stay alive, but the odds were not in her favor.

She was going to die either way, either by the hands of nature or me. So why not let her choose the surprise option of her own hands?

Lilith stood watching for a few more minutes, waiting for her mother to die. She watched as each minute went by, something new would happen to her mother. The first minute, her face contorted into a pained expression while her face slowly turned all different colors of the rainbow, from red to indigo. The second minute, the puke started to bubble up around her mouth, pouring down her sides and she tried to coax it out without success. Lilith watched as her mother would sputter the puke around, causing it to land all over the floor of her bathroom, her mother’s clothing, and her mother’s face. By the third minute, Lilith knew that her mother would soon be dead. Her eyes had started to bulge from her socket–almost looking like they were about to pop out–and dark red tears started to fall from them. Slowly running down her face, mixing with the puke all over her face, making a red-orange, disgusting looking fluid. Her lips had turned an icy blue. When the fourth minute occurred, it was like Cinderella’s carriage had turned back into a pumpkin. Her mother’s body had caved in on itself, her hands turning in towards her body, looking broken. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and her body started to violently shake. Then, it all stopped. The blood tears, the puke sputtering everywhere, the bulging eyes, and the shaking. She was dead.

Well shit.

Lilith looked at her mother, tilting her head in curiosity. Was she really dead? Would it be like in Scream where the killer comes back to life for one last scare before they really die?

I mean, she was her own killer, so maybe she will come back to scare me one final time.

As Lilith waited for her mother’s final scare, it never happened. She truly was dead.

Lilith slowly walked out of her bathroom and saw how disgusting her room looked. There was blood and puke everywhere. Deciding to deal with her room and bathroom later, she went to her mother’s bedroom and walked straight to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. There was blood all over her face and mouth, speckles of puke on her chin that her mother so graciously gave to her, and her clothes and hands were drenched in blood.

Lilith didn’t even bother taking her clothes off as she stepped into the shower and started to wash herself. She felt a shock as the cold water flowed down her body.

She watched as the blood came off of her body and ran down the drain. She steadily started to pick her clothes off one at a time, starting with her socks and working her way up. Once she eventually got clean and got rid of all the blood and puke off her body, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She didn’t bother going to her own room to get clothes for herself, but rather grabbed what she needed out of her mother’s drawers.

When she was changed, Lilith walked downstairs to find that her mother had completely cleaned up the mess she made.

Mother.

Her mother was still up in Lilith’s room.

What am I supposed to do with her body? Call the cops? No. Well, I didn’t kill her, but I also didn’t try to help her. Whatever, I’ll figure it out later.

Lilith decided that she wouldn’t ponder on her mother’s dead body for longer, but instead she decided to call Nelly. Lilith needed to get out of the house for a few hours, and while she hated Nelly, this would only be a way to strengthen their friendship.

The line rang twice before Nelly’s mother picked up.

“Hello?” Lilith heard her say.

“Hello, Mrs. Hunapo! This is Lilith.” Lilith responded.

“Lilith, yes dear! How are you?” Mrs. Hunapo asked.

“I’m doing great. I was actually wondering if I could come over to spend some time with Nelly. I know we hung out earlier, but I just wanted to hangout with her again. And forgive me for sounding, one might say, clingy, but I kind of miss her.” Lilith finished her sentence trying to sound nervous, really making sure that she would let Lilith come over.

“Oh, my dear. Of course! You know, I was actually about to call you! Nelly just left a few minutes ago to come over to yours. She said something about being invited over for dinner.” Mrs. Hunapo told Lilith to her surprise.

What?

“Oh my goodness! I completely forgot about that! I am so sorry for bothering you, Mrs. Hunapo! I guess I’ll see Nelly soon then. Goodbye!” Lilith hung up before Mrs. Hunapo could even say goodbye. Lilith didn’t understand why Nelly would lie about her asking Nelly to come over for supper. Lilith never, and would never, invite Nelly to supper. She already has to spend the whole school day and most weekends with her, so why would she want to be around her for supper as well?

Then there was the even bigger problem. Her mother’s dead body.

Well, I guess I have to worry about that now.

Just as Lilith was about to try to somehow hide the carcass of her mother, the doorbell rang.

Dammit!

Lilith quickly collected herself and opened the door.

“Hey Lily!” Nelly said, giving Lilith a big hug.

Lilith, deciding that the nickname was the least of her problems right now, cautiously hugged Nelly back.

“Hey Nelly.” Lilith gritted out.

Nelly let go of Lilith and walked right into the house. As Lilith turned to close the door, that’s when she noticed that Nelly had a bag with her. A night bag.

She can’t be serious.

Nelly saw Lilith staring at her night bag with confusion.

“Oh, yeah. I hope you don’t mind, but I kinda might have told my parents that you also said I could stay over. Sorry.” Nelly said, looking down at her feet.

I do fucking mind you lying bitch.

“Of course not, Nelly! But why did you lie to your parents in the first place? I don’t remember inviting you to supper or over at all for that matter.” Lilith tried to joke, but it just came out bitterly.

“Oh. I-I thought that you wouldn’t mind, since we’re such good friends and all.” Nelly whispered.

“No. It’s fine Nelly. You know what, why don’t we just go to bed?” Lilith sighed, trying not to yell at Nelly.

“Ok! But, you don’t want to eat or anything?” Nelly asked, concerned for her friend.

“No. I’m fine. Besides, we both already ate earlier, remember? You can't possibly still be hungry?” Lilith said, trying to get Nelly shut up and just go to bed.

“Y-yeah, You’re right. Could I get changed maybe?” Nelly asked.

“Yeah, first door on the left.” Lilith told Nelly.

Lilith watched as Nelly walked into the bathroom to get changed and let out a sign of relief.

I just need to make it through the night. Then I can figure everything out. God, why do you always have to make everything so complicated, Mother?

Lilith waited patiently for Nelly to get dressed, but she was starting to get annoyed as the girl was taking forever. Every so often, she would hear a clank!

Did she fall or can she not get her fatass into her pants? It’s probably the latter.

Finally, Nelly came out of the bathroom.

“Hey, sorry I took so long, I was washing my face and teeth.” Nelly said, looking up at Lilith brightly.

“It’s fine.” Lilith forced out.

“Hey, um, where is your mom, if you don’t mind me asking? I thought she would be home by now or something.” Nelly asked.

Shit.

“She, um, she went on a date. Yeah, she uh, she met this new guy and has been spending a lot of time with him. She left right after supper.” Lilith quickly came up with, trying to sound sad to earn Nelly’s sympathy.

“Oh! I am so sorry for asking, Lily. I didn’t know. Why don’t we go to sleep now.” Nelly asked, trying to comfort Lilith.

“Lilith. But yeah, ok. Let’s sleep.” Lilith quickly said.

As Nelly tried to go upstairs, Lilith quickly stopped her, insistenting that they sleep downstairs in the living room. Nelly, of course, agreed.

The girls got adjusted on the floor, surrounded by blankets and pillows. Nelly had insisted that they sleep in a fort. Lilith reluctantly agreed, doing whatever she needed to make sure that Nelly stayed downstairs.

Lilith was looking at the top of Nelly’s Hello Kitty blanket, which she so kindly brought with her, and was trying to figure out how to deal with her mother’s body. She knows she shouldn’t think about it right now, not with Nelly over, but she couldn’t help it.

She couldn’t go to the police, she had already crossed that out earlier. She can’t just leave her there, she would start to rot soon and that would leave a dreadful smell. She can’t put it in a lake, there are none close to where she lives and she was not walking around California, holding a dead body.

As Lilith kept thinking of options, she got distracted by Nelly shuffling in her sleep out of the corner of her eye.

God! Lay still!

Lilith thought about burying the body in the backyard, but that would be too obvious. Plus, she would have to start a garden to cover up the dirt patch and Lilith did not like dirt.

Nelly kept shuffling and every so often, Lilith would hear her whimper.

Must be having a nightmare. Well, I’m living in one, you can just wake up. Granted, I did make my own nightmare, but still, she can wake up! Crybaby. Oh!

Lilith had done it! She had thought of the perfect plan. She would burn her mother in the fireplace, then she would convince everyone that she left for a lover, leaving her only daughter to live alone. She would get rid of her mothers body, get pity and sympathy from others, and her mother’s money. She would not be an orphan for long. No, she was almost eighteen. The second she would get out of that orphanage, she would get her money, house, and freedom. No one would know.

Lilith, closing her eye’s in sweet victory. Everything would go the way she wanted. She would get away with everything. With the money. With the house. With her freedom. Hell, even with the murder that she didn’t even commit! She could feel it in her heart. It was throbbing at a high rate, excited. She could feel it pumping blood all over her body from the exhilarating feeling she was getting right now. Her whole body just felt so warm right now.

Then it hit her.

Her heart wasn’t throbbing from excitement. No, it was from the hole she could feel in it. Her heart wasn’t pumping blood all over her body from the exhilarating feeling. No, her heart was pumping blood on her body from the cavity left behind in her heart. She was warm because of her blood.

What th-

Before Lilith could even finish her thought, her body started spasming from the loss of blood and the hole in her heart. She shakily opened her eyes, not understanding what was going on. As she opened them, she was graced with a face covered in blood. Her blood.

Nelly.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! GET O-” Lilith quickly shut herself up with a scream after Nelly pushed her 9 inch filet knife deeper into Lilith’s heart.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Nelly said, smiling sweetly at her.

Lilith knew that she was losing blood, and fast. A pierced heart does that to you.

“I know, I know! Why, Nelly? Oh, why!” Nelly said dramatically, laughing to herself. Lilith just looked at the crazed girl expectedly.

“Well, how about I just really wanted to see your fucking insides.” Nelly whsipered, taking the knife out of her heart and slicing her way down through Lilith’s body, finishing at her lower stomach.

Lilith just laid there, confused on how Nelly was getting to do the things that Lilith wanted to. She gutted the chicken, she won that one, but Nelly got to gut a person! A living person! She got to gut Lilith.

That’s not fair.

As Lilith watched Nelly worked her way through her body, she couldn’t help but wonder what brought this on. She was always so nice, innocent, and easy to manipulate. Maybe Lilith rubbed off on her too much.

Lilith let out a scream as Nelly ripped out part of her large intestine, getting blood all over her abdomen and Nelly’s hands.

“You know, I always wondered why you were so weird. I mean, who goes into the shower with clothes on?” Nelly said, as she looked at Lilith’s ripped up and bloody intestine.

What. God, even when she is literally killing me, she is so random. I mean, just shut the fuck up and finish the job. I already gave up, I know I’m not making it out of here.

Wait a fucking minute.

How the hell does she know that?

“What?” Lilith gurgled as she felt blood start to pool up in her mouth.

Like mother, like daughter.

“I mean really Lilith? Water and clothes don’t mix. Well unless it’s a swimsuit and you're in the pool or an ocean. Oh! In a hot tub too.” Nelly said, starting to rant as she threw her bloodied right hand around as she talked.

“Nelly! Ho-how did you know that I went into the shower with my clothes on?” Lilith asked in shock and confusion. She didn’t understand how Nelly could possibly know this and it was starting to worry her, more than gutting her. Did that mean she also knows about her mother as well?

No. She can’t. She never went upstairs.

Nelly smirked, “Well, I didn’t. The recording device stopped working and I figured that you had got it wet. I just assumed that you took a shower with your clothes on.” Nelly stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Recording device? Ne-” Lilith started, but was cut off by Nelly, “And really Lilith, you need to clean your bathroom. Smells horrible.” Nelly joked, looking Lilith right in the eye as she started to slurp Lilith’s intestine down as if it was spaghetti, getting blood all over her mouth.

The second Nelly said that, Lilith finally realized. She realized that she did feel those bugs on her legs, crawling right into her pant pocket. She realized that she didn’t feel a shock from the cold water, but from the electronic getting wet. She remembered that the vent in the spare bathroom downstairs went straight up to her bathroom, and realized that the clanking was from her removing and putting the vent back on to put her airhead in to see her mother. Her dead mother.

Lilith looked at Nelly in shock. How could she have missed all of the signs?! Lilith felt so dumb right now and she did not like that. Nelly just bared her teeth to her like a wolf after a kill, with blood smeared all over her face and little pieces of the intestine stuck in her blood stained teeth.

“What? Feel dumb?” Nelly laughed in her face.

Now that. That pissed Lilith off. Lilith weakly brought her hand up to hit Nelly, but Nelly was faster and stronger. She cut Lilith’s wrist, right to the creamy white bone. Lilith bellowed in pain. As she was distracted, Nelly set her knife down and shoved her hand into Lilith’s chest, ripping her heart out. Lilith let out another howl of agony.

Lilith’s eyes were barely staying open when she saw Nelly take a huge bite into her heart. She watched as her own blood splattered all over her, Nelly, and the blankets. She watched as Nelly's eyes fluttered close in pleasure, just like Lilith’s did when she bit into the chicken heart.

Nelly saw that Lilith was staring at her and her own heart intently. She smiled, licked her fingers off of the blood and said, “It tastes marvelous.”

Lilith just nodded.

“And don’t worry Lily, I’ll get rid of both yours and your mothers body for you. I’ll take that off your plate for you.” Nelly smiled, like she was actually helping.

“H-how?” Lilith stuttered, knowing that her time was up.

“I’m gonna feed you to the rats.” Nelly smiled, taking another bite into Lilith’s heart.

As Lilith's eyes slowly fluttered shut and her body gave out, she had only one thought left on her mind.

Which ones?

Thank you for reading my friends short story!

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