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shilo-sumac · 2 months ago

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Off-Screen Post :3c Um. Our girlie gets hurt but she'll be fine. :3cccc

Tw for gore, and storms, and general Ocs not being okay and Pokemon being in danger! Please lmk if I need more warnings!

There was no time to think, no warning beforehand, dammit why didn’t I watch the news, why didn’t I pay attention, why weren’t my contingency plans better--

There were some measures of course, but Sinnoh wasn’t a place that was often hit by storms, she hadn’t realized how an island would be different. Idiot, stupid, irresponsible.

No, can’t dwell. Only act. Must act. Go.

Shilo ran into the darkness, commanding her Pokemon to stay.

There was a shout, drowned out by wind and rain. Alistair? She shouted something back, something silly, something disarming. She wasn’t afraid, not really, at least not about herself. She would be fine. She always was fine.

It was her curse.

She lifted a sleeve to her forehead, peering into the darkness. She could see better than most at night, but the rain and debris whipped around in thick waves. She knew the island well, but there were obstacles, so many obstacles. She climbed over downed trees and scrambled away from mudslides.

Almost there.

She could see the hatchery, the one building that wasn’t quite protected. A baby that didn’t know its own strength had weakened a wall, and she had meant to fix it, Gods, she meant to fix it, why didn’t she fucking fix it?

She got to the entrance and scooped up the single egg, pink, tied with a little bow, with a Stufful keychain around it. The hatchery was starting to flood. She winced at the expensive incubators, now no better than large paperweights.

Doesn’t matter, can’t dwell, keep going.

She slipped it into a makeshift pouch tied around her waist. Not the best, but good enough for now.

She kicked the door to the room for younglings, almost knocking over the Charmander inside. She whispered apologies to the crying little one, the water hadn’t reached him yet, thank Time. She lifted him and put him on her back.

“Don’t let go no matter what, okay? We’re getting out, I’ll protect you both.” It grabbed the collar of her shirt tightly, trying to be brave, trying so hard to not cry.

Out once again into the wailing night, running despite being blinded by the brain. She knew the way back, knew what was in her way, what to expect.

But the terrain had changed. She hadn’t considered that the mudslides would move the rocks.

She tripped, instinctually turning to her side to protect the egg and baby, landing hard. She felt a crack in her shoulder.

Not careful enough.

The Charmander yelped, and she checked him and the egg over, ignoring the shifting bones.

Later, it can be dealt with later, it can heal, the baby Pokemon can’t make it out without help.

They were okay, if not a bit muddy. She contemplated her next move, it would be hard to get up in the mud with just one arm. As she lay there, she heard a worried trill.

Her Kabutops! It inclined its head, a way to ask if she was okay. He hadn’t gotten the command to stay inside. He probably had been busy evacuating his own little entourage of water Pokemon that followed him and had heard the commotion of her fall.

She looked up at him, mostly a silhouette in the rain. He was old, but his battle scars and chips in his armor gave away his experience. Retired, but not completely out of the game. Rock and water type, sturdy enough to get through the rain, agile enough to not get tripped up, not like her. Plus, with Swift Swim he would make it fine in the storm.

... Hopefully.

She untied the pouch clumsily and pried the Charmander off of her as it protested, holding them out.

“Kabby. Take them to the house.”

The Kabutops clicked as it lowered its head. She intuited the meaning. I do not want to leave you.

She summoned a more commanding voice. “Please, I’ll be fine.” She smiled, hoping it couldn’t see the worry in her eyes.

He hesitated a few moments before relenting with a nod, grabbing her precious cargo and disappearing into the night. She prayed it would be okay. She couldn’t forgive herself if she hurt another one of her charges, not again.

She shakily stood, ignoring the pain. Without the extra weight it was easier, but only just. The Pokemon were safe now but... She had to double check the buildings, she had to, she couldn’t trust that they were fine.

Memory isn’t reliable enough.

It was while she was getting her bearings that she felt the impact.

She opened her eyes again against the outside hatchery wall, a tree branch sharpened by cracking off an old tree protruding from her chest. Fuck. She grasped at it weakly. She inhaled a gurgling breath before coughing up something red. Not blood, couldn’t be blood.

Don’t have blood.

... Did have pain receptors, though, and damn it fucking hurt. Another breath, more coughing, more red getting blown away in the wind, heaviness, broken ribs. The damned thing was decently thick too, some sort of hardwood. Oak? She didn’t know plants that well. ... Didn’t really matter anyway.

Lucky shot, wind.

Her hands were shaking, cracks formed up her arms, sucking in the color and any light that flashed from the sky. These stupid things, every time she was stressed they spread up her arm, starting from their normal position on her palms. Hopefully they recede again later.

Focus.

She gripped the piece of tree. Medical knowledge nagged at her to not take it out, that it would cause more damage.

No other choice. No one is coming.

She dug her claws into the tree, sinking them into the wood. She took the deepest breath she could muster with her one working lung.

And she pulled.

The pain was excruciating. She felt ripping, hollowness, suction. She ignored the buzzing in her ears. Heat built inside her head and chest, though her fingers were growing colder. God, the texture was awful, knife wounds were so much smoother, albeit very, very cold. Her grip was weakening.

Keep going.

She grit her teeth and roared out into the darkness, and with a horrible wet ripping sound, the branch was extracted. She tried to not think of the roughness of it, how much it must’ve cut up, how much worse off she probably was now. She threw the branch to the side, teeth bared in a snarl as if it were still a threat. Something mixed with the cold rain that slid down the new hole in her shirt, something warm.

You have been through worse.

She took a step. So heavy. She felt like she was going to throw up. The edges of her vision filled with black and white stars.

You will not perish.

Another step. Dragging her feet against her will. Lead felt like it was filling the hollow cavity that had been left behind.

I will not let you.

Step.

She wasn’t even sure if she was going in the right direction.

Step.

Trip.

Get up.

At this point, it didn’t even feel like she was moving with her own free will. So heavy. ... Keep going forward, keep going forward.

Step.

The journey felt blessedly short and painfully long at the same time. A blur that she was aware of. Soon the house was in view. Safety. Her confidence filled her with enough energy to take the last few steps.

The door flew open, the man she called her roommate almost looked worried. She ignored his shouting, staring behind him. Her eyes scanned what little she could see of the inside. Mr. Kabby was there. So was the Charmander wrapped in a towel, holding a pink egg.

We’re here.

Shilo collapsed, her blood mixing with the rain.

#hurricane arc #storms tw #natural disasters tw #gore tw #injury tw #high stakes pokeblogging #off screen post #writing post #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #ri's writing

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maggotmoment · 6 months ago

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Slimecicle (to Bizly): is guilt and remorse over this-is this like a surprising feeling for Shilo? Over-over taking these people in and leaving them there? Bizly: I think like.....weirdly less guilt then I would have expected to feel? Because there is so much going on that I don't think he'd really even feel as bad as he would've just normally. Slimecicle: okay. Bizly: and maybe he feels guilty for not feeling guilty.

^ moment from the beginning of ep 7 right when shilo realizes he left all those old ppl at the warehouse with spider gabriel. Which like...he doesn't feel that guilty! he maybe would have felt more guilty if he hadn't gotten hurt and emizel hadn't died, but like. shilo is somewhat self-absorbed, and I think he does-at least subconsciously-see his life-and maybe emizel's at this point-as more valuable then other people's. Which makes sense, of course you're going to value yourself and your family more over some random strangers, but he's the one who brought them there. So that they could what-help? they're a bunch of old people, what are they going to do. But its not like shilo has any guards to face the danger for him, so he has to find replacements somewhere.

#yapping #jrwi the suckening #idk i need to go back and relisten to ep 6 as well but that shilo's first instinct when going into a dangerous situation was to gather #as many easily commandable people as possible.....oughhhh #ben is the reality check that shilo's needed but to be completely honest i hope he gets worse #Honestly I might just try and transcribe all the 'shilo's fucked up morals' moment i can find bc that sounds fun and text versions are nice

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to-myalphonse · 1 year ago

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Tsundere! Rich Boy x Reader

Rejection route

Series: Otome Game Character Tropes x Reader (Part 1)

Self Insert (Reader is how I react)

1k+

Based off "You're not interested in me, so I like you trope."

(nn) is Nickname

This isn't my best work, but I hope you like it :3

“Ow.” You rubbed your head tenderly as someone opened the door to the limousine that just hit you. Someone stepped out and went to check over your condition.

You assumed it was the driver, however it was a young man around your age. Princely rich boy type, blonde hair, blue eyes, scrunched up nose.

His facial expression turning into scowl as your make eye contact.

“Why were you walking blindly into the street like that?”

You could feel annoyance coursing through you from his words. Is he serious right now?

His driver was the one who hit you on a green walking light. He should be apologizing right now.

You crossed the light on your go, and his driver hit you head on.

“Excuse me? Your driver hit me on my light.” he rolls his eyes as his driver steps out of the car.

He examines your injuries and, seeing that you're fine, he backs up. The young man kneels in front of you and flicks you on the head. You hiss in pain, glaring at him, and he smirks back.

“Let’s go, they’re alright.”

"Hey get back here you stupid, primm acting bitch." Before you could even open the car door, the driver drives off. You let out a frustrated yell, the light turns yellow.

“I can't stand him.”

People stare as you glare ahead with an enraged expression. Unknown to them, you are actually mad at that primm boy not them. Biting your nail, you curse him, thinking about the stupid situation.

“Hey, good morning.”

“Good morning Yuuka.” Your friend gave a small smile lightly bumping shoulders. The rage you felt from the incident slowly evaporates.

“Did you hear, we’re getting a nee transfer srudent?” The people in the halls gossip as ypu pass through.

“I wonder if it will be a girl?”

“No, I hope a boy.” Small arguements broke out into the hallways.

“A transfer? What do you think they’ll be like (nn)?”

Black hair, brown eyes, moderate amount of confidence.. maybe a boring person?

“Really? You really dont meet a lot of exciting people.” she frowns as she takes her seat. Soon enough, more students pile in as the lesson begins.

“Now, before we begin, let's introduce our new student, Shilo.” The boy you met earlier entered the room, rekindling your rage.

“I’m Shilo, its nice to meet you.” The girls in the class let out small squeals as he maneuvered his bands from his face.

Of course he happens to be the transfer student. His expression from earlier changed into a neutral expression.

“You can sit next to Name.”

He walks over to you and takes his seat, not even giving you a second glance. Class continues as you keep glancing at him.

“What?” His rude tone from earlier came out. Red filled your gaze as you glance towards him, still not over what happened this morning.

His facial expression remains neutral as you keep glancing over. Class continues, as the bell rings.

Students got up and made their way out the room to go eat. Some girls crowded around his desk getting to know the new student.

You grab your things making your way outside. Another set of footsteps follow you outside in the courtyard.

"Hey." He approaches with what seems to be his fangirls, clinging onto him. As Shilo fixes his attention on you, the females direct glares in your direction.

“Are you busy right now?”

“What does it look like to you?” Shilo let out a sigh as one of the girls escaped his grasp and ran toward you.

“You can’t talk to Prince Shilo like that.”

‘Great his first day, and he already had a fanclub.’ Five girls surrounded him, like a shield.

You roll your eyes making you way, further down the hallway. You could hear her distant yelling, as you exit outside.

The day continues on as the lesson drones on.

You remain focused on the lessons able to ignore that boy.

As comes to a close, thunder struck the building leaving everything in darkness.

A few students let out small yelps of surprise, some dropping for cover in the middle of the isle. Things clear up as students rushed to make their way home.

Unfortunately, you had no umbrella.

Sighing, you grabbed your book bag and held it over your head as you made your way home. Stopping halfway, you notice an umbrella begin to be held over you.

“What are you doing here.” He sighs holding the umbrella higher, so you could remove the bookbag.

“I noticed you didn’t have an umbrella. Did you not pay attention to the news today?”

You vaguely remember it saying something about a rain shower, not like it was actually going to happen.

“Whatever.” You walk forward re putting the book bag over your head, as you make your way down the street.

He’s caused nothing but trouble, why would you need his help out of all people?

The walk home for the most part was peaceful, except for the drenched bookbag you held as you quickly made your way home.

Getting closer, you notice a group of sketchy people standing near your doorstep. They turn towards you, as you get closer.

“Hey! Move this ain’t your place.” You roll your eyes approaching your door. Before you could pull out the keys, it ripped out your hands. A delinquent hovers it over your head, mocking you.

“Looking for this?” You raise your hand, aa it switches Delinquents.

“Aw, you want it back?” Sighing, you drop your things as you go in for a swing.you hit him clean on, as he stutters backwards.

“Leave.” They pull out their weapons now upset. They approach you quickly as you stand back up.

You dodged their oncoming attack.

“Hey, stop there.” You all turn to see Shilo entering the scene with his bodyguard. He walks calmly over, phone in hand.

“If you keep hurting her, I’ll call the police.”

His words fell on deaf ears as you continued fighting. After a while, you end up winning, as the delinquents were knocked out.

You pat yourself off and open your door, when that boy spoke up. You honestly hoped that he would just leave.

“Are you okay?” He approaches checking over you.

“Why are you following me?”

“It’s not polite to leave pretty girls like yourself, on the streets alone at night.” His driver spoke, approaching you.

“I'm home now, things should be fine.” He shakes his head as the door opens.

“You know, you’re not like most girls that I met, you’re different.” He leans down traping your form in the doorway.

“Different?”

“You don’t like asking me for help, you dislike my presence.”

“For a very good reason, your driver almost killed me this morning!” He rolls his eyes, not taking your words seriously.

“You were literally fine.”

“I had a green light, where you going that you had to run lights?”

“The young master was late for his first day. He had a situation at home, which is why we were rushing.” His driver apologies for the situation at hand.

“I’m terribly sorry. Is there any way that we can make it up to you?”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t need you, I don’t want you, stay out of my way.” She slams the front door in his face.

“You really are just my type.”

@mellowwillowy @malleuxii @tavvattales @watatsumiis @endlessmari @leftdestiny-posts

#otome tropes #tsundere #rene's fics #rene writes #otome characters as tropes #self insert #otome self insert

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davidmann95 · 4 years ago

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So you've talked a lot about Darkseid, but what about the other New Gods?

SO THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR ALMOST AS LONG AS THIS BLOG’S BEEN AROUND AND I JUST FINALLY FINISHED FOURTH WORLD

Well that sure was something. My musings on some major players that I either have substantial thoughts on, or where I especially think the majority consensus/interpretation has subsequently gotten them wrong (a state Kirby is well aware of, because a HUGE part of “Even Gods Can Die!” is him being frustrated at subsequent handlings of the characters even by 1984 mucking things up):

Orion: Perhaps the most hard-done by as a result of Kirby never being able to fully finish Fourth World as he had imagined it, as his character arc ends on a cliffhanger for a decade and is forced into a rapid completion later. When he emerges, while a warrior born he’s also every bit the classical, magnificent hero you expect to see in a superhero comic to try and overshadow his inner demons, while by the end of New Gods he’s embraced not only his true face (the OTHER face, as his father would put it) in the fight against Apokolips but the murderous, sadistic rage that is his birthright, reveling in inflicting agony and very much the berserker others have since portrayed him as. Surely as much a product of his trauma from a childhood on Apokolips (a detail frequently glossed over) and a sense of being unwanted as anything genetic, it’s ultimately unconditional love for him as he truly is in Hunger Dogs that lets him overcome his fear that he can’t be anything but a monstrous tool in service of better people than himself, and embrace ‘the tomorrow overture’. Even his anger has its righteous if tragic place as a primal force of upheaval: “It defies time! It stands firm against the hammers of change! It mocks life and defies death!” I won’t get to it for awhile yet, but very curious what Simonson does with him.

Lightray: Rules! He’s the closest the New Gods have to a traditional superhero, and it’s in that capacity that while a lousy warrior next to Orion (Kalibak thinks little of his attempt at fighting him, mockingly deeming him a “callow little killer”), his strength is in transformation: he makes himself light, he turns a tormented weapon into the glory boat, a machine armed against the New Gods into a weapon against Darkseid, Orion from a man alone into a friend. He’s not a warrior, but he’s the one who makes a better world worth waging war for and who might one day make such war unnecessary. Also he and Orion have definitely fucked.

Mister Miracle: Not WILDLY off the mark since, but it’s interesting that as I expect a result of JLI he’s been written so often since as an everymanish, relatable, bordering-on-comedic figure, when under Kirby he was very much the archetypal good guy. One often committed to freeing others as he had been freed himself, in the likes of Ted Brown and Shilo Norman, an avenue I’m surprised hasn’t been explored more often from what I’ve seen. Also worth noting: Darkseid declared the moment he got his hands on the kid that Granny would be twice as hard on him as others, and that it would eventually drive the boy away and let the war resume. Which not only indicates Darkseid’s understanding of the subtlety needed in control, but would seem to take Scott’s rebellion out of his own hands…except that at the moment of his escape Darkseid still offered him a choice, implored the boy to allow him to “complete the destruction of Scott Free – so you may live with the majesty that is the power of DARKSEID!” And instead he turned his back on his god and chose to be what he is.

Barda: Shockingly, great as she’s been since, her background is often severely mischaracterized. The shorthand is “love saved her and turned her from a servant of evil to a champion of good!”, but that’s…while not entirely wrong, a bad way of presenting it. When she leaves Apokolips initially, even after she starts hanging out with Scott Free and Oberson after having helped the former escape years earlier, she still believes in Darkseid. She fights and hates her former allies not because she’s turned against his vision of the universe (this is in fact a major aspect often overlooked - under Kirby Darkseid’s agents don’t simply fear him, they sincerely believe in him and his vision of how the universe works) but because she sees them as loathsome, brutish executors of his grand design. In short, she doesn’t think it’s the system that’s the problem, but a bunch of bad apples. It’s her experience with freedom and simple pleasures and life on Earth, her lingering guilt over the death of her friend Auralie as eventually manifested in her protection and training of Shiloh Norman, and yes, her eventual realized love for Scott, that brings her around to realizing she truly desires a life beyond what Darkseid can offer.

Forever People: Okay I actually don’t have a ton to say about the Forever People, though I do think they’re underrated and underutilized. Naive and in over their heads as the frequently are they’re also the best of their peers, believing in freedom and transformation and the potential of those around them to become better - their defining moment for me is when they reassure Sonny Sumo that having the power of the Anti-Life Equation doesn’t make him a monster. “Where we come from the Anti-Life Equation is one of many others–almost as awesome!! But they merely exist!! It’s we who live!!”

Metron: The big figure I haven’t really been able to crack. Machinery as not necessarily cold mechanization but extensions of ourselves and our souls, and able to nourish them in turn, is a big aspect of Fourth World, but Metron as the embodiment of mechanization and knowledge feels like not just an outsider as he’s framed but one who never quite became whatever Kirby had in mind for him, making his crucial role at the end of Hunger Dogs a bit of a non-sequitur for me. I’d be curious to hear what other people think.

Desaad: God Desaad’s been made boring. Not that he isn’t fairly one-dimensional under Kirby too, but his craft and awful glee as the god of torture isn’t just in strapping people to tables and poking them with unpleasant tools, it’s in manipulating their emotions and agonies to a fever pitch - he should be such an unsettling figure, and instead he’s a simpering helpless toady.

Highfather: Not a perfect figure, given how he’s framed with the likes of Fastbak, and the Forever People, and the Pact, willing to deploy fear as a weapon in the name of peace as Darkseid will use chaos in the name of a larger order, but always trying - as with Darkseid, an imperfect vessel of what he represents, but capable of growth and realization as a leader.

Steppenwolf/Heggra: Essential to understanding The Pact, they’re the old ways of the world and war, petty despots and warrior-kings, supplanted by fascism in Darkseid.

Darkseid: So I’ve discussed Darkseid before in terms of his broad use and ideas, but the very specific ways Kirby presented him have their own dimensions. In the world of superheroes he’s larger-than-life and often such in here too, but in rare moments, and by the end entirely as all artifice is stripped away? Kirby’s Darkseid is a profoundly human figure. He recognizes the irony that the Forever People believe in letting all be who they are, for that very need to fulfill himself is why he must pursue conquest (“And of course - that’s the pity of it!”). While he thinks to himself “Oh, how heroes LOVE to flaunt their nobility in the face of death! Yet THEY know better than most that war is but the COLD game of the BUTCHER!” he too believes in “Boldness! Risk! The raw meat of existence!” even as he consigns himself to the role of puppetmaster rather than warrior. He does or so he tells himself “no more than what HAS to be done!!” rather than indulging in cruelty for its own sake. He dresses up in ridiculous costumes for his schemes, he gets sarcastic, he recognizes honor and respects worthy foes, he feels love, he craves the laughter of a friend, he fears the obsolesce of his preferred way of doing things, he tells himself that should he achieve omnipotence others will find “eternal shelter”. He’s a person, one capable of a range of emotions, but he is the TIGER FORCE AT THE CORE OF ALL THINGS regardless…not because he is a mythic unstoppable force, but because every day he rises and believes in himself over all others, because there is a black hole within him that he can only hope dominance might fill regardless of what pain he finds in the process. But as Mister Miracle’s battle with the Lump foretold, when left truly alone over a world that is himself he will be only within “a self-made prison”, reflections of his own fear and agony.

#New Gods #Fourth World #Kirby #Orion #Lightray #Mister Miracle #Barda #Forever People #Metron #Desaad #Highfather #Darkseid #Opinion

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meloncubedradpops · 4 years ago

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Repo! The Corona Opera

For every rotation that Earth has completed around the sun since the dawn of humanity, humans have created art to cope with the realities surrounding our everyday life. We weave stories in songs, movies, plays, books, paintings, and so forth, that help digest the world around us and provide an entertaining escape from the cruelties we endure. Some stories take place in abstract universes or in the future, and we rely on what we know in our present reality to build upon these fantasy societies. My favorite movie, Repo! the Genetic Opera, certainly makes this list. We are currently experiencing perhaps the most surreal year of our collective lives, and with each passing day I argue that we find ourselves closer to the world crafted in Repo. I have seen this movie, at least 20 times. If you haven't watched Repo! the Genetic Opera or you haven't seen it in a while, I recommend giving it a view. The movie is unique in that it falls under three distinct genres: musical, horror, and sci-fi. And while the jury is out on whether our future society is going to go full on gothic aesthetic, I can say that the Repo! movie experience offers a glimpse into a dystopian fascist post-plague world wrapped in unapologetically hilarity with a heaping side of camp. It doesn't offer any spiritual cleansing that our souls collectively need, but it does show us what a new normal could look like if we really go off the rails.

As things stand, right now, so much of our daily lives and culture are impacted by the coronavirus. All of our institutions have been impacted, from school, to work, to family, to the way we interact with strangers, and especially our economy. We have all felt the effects in one way or another, and honestly? Most the impacts are of our own undoing, for better or for worse. I am going to write three pieces analyzing Repo! the Genetic Opera. First I will create the foundations that bridge our contemporary life and the world of Repo! Second I will explain how the Repo! universe operates under the definitions of fascism. And third I will weave together parts one and two into our contemporary world (particularly in the context of the United States) to highlight the dark path we heading towards. My viewpoints are of mine, and my own alone. Let's dive into part one.

Part I Repo! the Genetic Opera takes place in the year 2056. Humanity was on the brink of collapse as a result of a medical crisis that caused massive organ failure.

I never gave the premise much thought, at least not until recently. We aren't given much detail beyond the fact that entrepreneur Rottissimo "Rotti" Largo solved this crisis through his company GeneCo. GeneCo provides organ transplants that can be repaid through a payment plan. Witnessing the coronavirus unfold in real time and seeing its wrath, particularly on severe cases, honestly makes me wonder if the writers had some sort of "super plague" in mind when creating this universe. For the purpose of this analysis, I will assume that humanity suffered at least one infectious disease crisis. And just to reiterate covid-19 particularly, we really *don't* know what it's going to do to us long-term. Let the parallels begin.

The world in Repo! the Genetic Opera, operates as normally as the citizens possibly can, which appears to be quite limited. I have noted how dated some the technologies look.

For a world 30 years in the future, it lacks cell phones and easy access to internet. When we enter Shilo's world (aka her bedroom!) she watched Blind Mag sing on a busted up tiny ass TV and the program itself looks like an ad on Home Shopping Network.

The Graverobber is shown reading headlines on a newspaper. The news reporters shown in the ribbon cutting ceremony during the 1st Italian Post-Plague Renaissance have old school cameras with flashbulbs.

The most contemporary technology appears to be a Wish.com version of an Apple watch, and even that looks like a leftover prop from Spy Kids.

Obviously the people who made this movie intentionally inserted these anachronisms, but why? This is a science fiction movie after all. I speculate that they reverted back because the impact from humanity's crisis resulted in an overall professional "brain drain" from the sheer volume of professionals that dropped dead. In fact every scene depicting medical procedures looks dimly lit and lacking in sanitation. We will see this as we struggle to contain the coronavirus, at least in America. Healthcare workers have already died from this thing, and I am sure many prospective college students will have second thoughts about a career in healthcare. I mean hell, look at no other than GeneCo itself. That company employs workers called "Genterns" who are most definitely not in full PPE. I don't doubt their medical expertise, but they appear to be disposable (please see: that time Luigi killed one for NO REASON in "Mark it Up").

On that note, it really was quite incredible how China built the pop-up hospital in Wuhan in under 4 days, but it was also not the most safe or structurally sound building by far (it collapsed, people were hurt!). Maybe at this point, the people in Repo! don't have much of a choice. I am sure there were likely legit hospitals, but the fact that the Renaissance had gross surgery tents is a bit unsettling.

This is a world that is completely built upon the social more of valuing your health above all else. There had to be a turning point in the GeneCo business model where they really played on up-selling organs for the benefit of "genetic perfection". "I needed a kidney transplant desperately. GeneCo showed this single mom sympathy. This makeover came for a small added fee. Now I look smashing on live TV!" Imagine signing the documents for your power of attorney while actively going into renal failure, when your doctor chimes in with an up-sell for breast implants. When all is said an done, your body is now not only functioning again, but you're hot! Even in a post-plague dystopia we are still holding value to having a nice rack. What's not to love about GeneCo? Obviously we know right away that GeneCo has a dirty side. Rotti Largo personally lobbied to make organ repossessions legal, and he does not hesitate to recollect his property. The concept itself is, of course, wild. In America, our healthcare system is incredibly broken and expensive. You would wonder how it could get worse without us backpedaling many steps on the industrialization timeline. And in a lot of ways, I could see a company like GeneCo thrive here. We already hate the poor, and we have political think tanks that salivate over the idea of cutting social programs that keep people alive. Our president has wanted to repeal the Affordable Care Act while many people are unemployed during a pandemic. In Repo! we hear about those who don't pay, but obviously there are plenty of people who do. Those who can will happily pay, either for vanity reasons or to stay alive.

And while society cites Rotti as being a "hero" for humanity, we see more and more evidence that the crisis is both not under control and life is cheap.

His son murders multiple people, in front of others, with seemingly no repercussions. In the scene where Shilo meets the Graverobber for the first time, adjacent to the graveyard and tombs owned by wealthy families who could afford grave markers, lies a poorly constructed wall hiding thousands of corpses piled on top of one another. We even get a glimpse of a truckload pouring more onto the pile. I would not be surprised if there is a disinformation campaign there keeping the public in the dark (although you'd think the smell would be unbearable at this point).

There are multiple indications that propaganda works in society (still), and no one is getting the full picture of how much of a raw deal the people in Repo! have. We see poster after poster about GeneCo, in the literal absence of other corporations.

And a lot of them bear resemblance to 20th century Russian propaganda. It would be a real shame if the goals outlined The Foundations of Geopolitics: The Geopolitical Future of Russia were actually realized. Imagine going to visit your mother's grave and hearing commercials for hardcore analgesics play through the cemetery. Also, there's a police presence too. Apparently the police are called Genecops and have authority to execute any assumed graverobbers on site.

Imagine the hellscape it would be to live in a world where your loved ones may have died from a terrible pandemic, and you face a non-zero chance of an over zealous cop murdering you thereafter, and because their qualified immunity bypasses the judicial system entirely...oh wait. Anyways let's circle back to the Graverobber character.

Graverobber's role in Repo! appears to be minor on the surface. Rotti's daughter, Amber Sweet, appears to almost despise her relationship with him. And that relationship involves him supplying Amber with what he describes as the "21st Century cure". This cure you ask? A super effective painkiller with the clinical use to accompany GeneCo surgeries. This drug is called Zydrate, and it has a street version that he acquires and sells, with clients including Amber Sweet.

Graverobber makes his living sucking the glowy blue brain corpse goo and injecting them into people on the streets. Yum!

Not everyone who needs an organ transplant can pay for it all upfront. Luckily for them, GeneCo provides payment plan options! The caveat to this is if you fail to make those payments, legally GeneCo can come and repossess your newly acquired organs. If you find yourself past due, you will soon see the last face before your doom, the Repo Man. He will harvest GeneCo's property, and it won't matter where you are or what you are doing. There is no anesthetic, and you will likely die! This was all made legal through Rotti's lobbying efforts.

Society, as it's set up today, allows for property repossessions. This can be as straightforward as a repossession of your vehicle to as heartbreaking as a foreclosure on your home. At the end of the day, the impacts of that are difficult and life changing. Currently millions of people in America are out of work, and the threat of losing everything is at stake for many. We could lose our homes, our vehicles, and our sense of purpose. And while many government bodies have created temporary moratoriums, they have not provided any substantial financial relief to keep the proverbial repo man at bay. What went wrong in this dystopia to normalize the concept of death due to nonpayment? Fascism! Ah yes, the dreaded f-word. In my next essay, I will outline the 14 characteristics of fascism and how it relates to the universe in Repo! After I will relate that to our modern world so that we can try and stop this from becoming our reality.

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[Chapter Guide]

24. Welfare Check – 6

A little orange bottle of her past had come back to haunt her.

The longer Shilo lay awake staring at the prescription drug, the more it felt as if the bottle was mocking her. That might have been a figment of her imagination, but one thing wasn’t: her family didn’t trust her. Why else would they deliver a suppressant disguised as a sleep aid? They still thought she was a danger to society, didn’t they? They were right, of course, but it still stung.

It had been hours since she’d gone to bed. Eventually she groaned and rolled over to face the wall, skewing her eyes shut – only to throw the blankets back and hurl the damned bottle into the bathroom trash, so she could shut the door to put that much more space between her and the pills.

Only to fish it out in the morning and stow in the medicine cabinet. She changed her mind. Tossed it at the back of her makeup drawer. Stifled a scream and put the bottle back in the cabinet next to the aspirin and generic sleep aid.

She finally dressed and sat on her bed to shovel cereal for breakfast whilst glaring at the news coverage of the bizarro clown jet that had been parked outside her apartment until ten o’clock last night. Of course it had attracted attention yesterday. How could it not? As she glared at the footage showing her residence in the background, her spoon superheated and warped in her hand. She hoped Hugo choked on his breakfast for ruining hers.

Hugo had taken her skateboard yesterday in a failed attempt to slow her down so they could chat. Bold and bullheaded as ever, he’d grabbed it from under her feet and threw it, lacking the forethought to take gravity into account or consider who the board might hit when it came down, or what window it might sail through. Without the wheels under her feet today, she had ample time to notice incognito figures darting in her peripheral.

They didn’t trust her.

They didn’t trust her with powers she’d received from Lady Fate – just as they had – any more than they trusted her to really be busy as she’d said she’d be.

If they were expecting to catch her in a drug bust or underage booze chugging or whatever miscreant activities they were so sure she squandered her days on, they had another thing coming.

As Buckley got the door for her, glaring up and down the street, Shilo couldn’t help ducking her head and hoping desperately that the presence of heroes in the vicinity due to her wouldn’t be grounds to fire her over. She liked Buckley’s Café, most of the time. It smelled nice and there were more tasty treats than she could stomach, which made up for having to fake a smile for the customers. The other gals on Buckley’s crew were starting to warm up to her too, after a sort of initiation ceremony involving dope and the robbery of the 24-Seven.

Though, they were still sour with her for her Friday disappearance. That had been alleviated somewhat thanks to serving a certain blue customer yesterday, but the elbows were starting to be prodded in her ribs in a teasing way more than distinctly passive-aggressive. She’d much rather the “accidental” elbowing though, because she’d nearly lost her cool on Abigail for whispering snide insinuations five minutes into her shift as Shilo watched the storefront waiting for a blue idiot to appear again.

She decided she would have preferred Drakken when someone she was somehow even less happy to see moseyed in.

Shilo served him like she would anyone else. In turn, her pops ordered and left like anyone else would.

The cold but peaceful exchange made her feel dumb for giving her father the stink eye upon his entry. Even if his intentions were good, she didn’t need a helicopter parent.

Aside from a couple petulant customers, that was the extent of confrontations at Buckley’s for the day. It came as little relief when she knew her brothers were out there waiting for her, probably playing up the vigilante act as they kept a lookout.

Well if they wanted to watch her, they could watch her exit out the back door and light up a smoke with her middle finger as she left for the sanctuary of the library once again.

Before she reached the end of the alley, she turned on her heel, opting out of the direct route in favor of a detour. She’d mistakenly told her brothers yesterday that she habitually hit up the library after work. They didn’t have to know exactly when she went. The library was still open for a couple of hours, so there was no rush – and hell, there was no rule she had to go to the library anyway. Plans changed. She could change her plans on a whim.

So Shilo went window shopping around Main Street, walking slow as she clutched her purse, cursing to herself for not bringing more cash than what she needed for Chow.

It was just a little too chilly out to think about ice cream, as tempting as the colorful parlor was, and the competing coffeehouse was going out of business for good reason so something hot to drink was out. Pawnshops, thrift shops, antique shops, and the likes were a dime a dozen. Shilo ventured into a couple anyway, if only because a gnarly bear trap in a window lured her into one and the other displayed fine jewelry. She might have filched a pearl necklace if it weren’t for the antique shop’s owner, an antique herself, in a rocking chair at the back with a cane and seeing-eye dog while a grandson no older than ten tended the counter. It would have been a piece of cake, but she didn’t have the heart to rob her blind or steal from the scruffy little kid. Her family might be watching her, anyway.

Shilo was venturing around one of the side streets when a gaudy purple storefront drew her eye from a block away. As she neared, she spied an equally purple arrangement of amethyst geodes in the window. Other quartz varieties were displayed around the prominent purple centerpiece, and as she cocked her head and peered in, she couldn’t shake the sense the array was familiar.

As she entered the rock shop, she realized why. A boy with fair blond hair like the sun itself sat at the counter, barely looking up from his task of polishing a stone-carved elephant as he issued a mechanical greeting, “Welcome to the Quarter Quartz.” Dazzling aquamarine eyes made up for the dull reception. He blinked as though shaking off his polishing daze and added politely, “Have a look around. Take your time, I’m here all day. Holler if you need something.”

Suddenly Shilo felt especially stupid perusing shops around town with so little cash on hand.

The quaint gift shop had a broad selection, yet was just small enough that she couldn’t hide from the aqua eyes following her. Inoffensive Gospel music played softly from speakers in the corners of the shop, just shy of obnoxious as long as she didn’t pay much attention. Which was easy, given there was so much else to take in that weren’t freakishly picture-perfect blue-eyed blond angel boys.

T-shirts with technicolor graphics, either tigers or religious hype, didn’t hold her attention any longer than bulk bins of tumbled stones and quartz tidbits, to which the shop surely owed its name. It would have been easy to pocket a few of the prettier pebbles, but she knew there were eyes on her back, even when she heard the angel boy flipping pages of a magazine. They were worthless rocks anyway.

Colorful bandanas and artsy jewelry lined the way as she crept closer to the counter, and she paused halfway there to contemplate turning and bolting out of the shop. As naturally as possible, she grabbed the first thing of interest off a shelf of shiny knickknacks made from a wide range of minerals in every color.

She inspected the small glass globe on its little pedestal. As she stared at it in her palm, a wry tune flitted through her head, and she could just hear her bluebird singing it as she mouthed to herself, “He’s got the whole world in his hands.” She grit her teeth then at the distant memory of her mother plucking away at a guitar to the very same tune.

She almost threw the globe, or at least set it down carelessly, but took a deep breath and gave the golf-ball-sized sphere a spin on its functional axis. She checked the bottom for a price tag. Twenty dollars, even. She had twenty-five on hand.

Lips pursed in thought, she cast a sidelong glance to the cheap trinkets at the checkout counter, contemplating the basket of overpriced five-dollar strings of little stone beads that served as bracelets, which she couldn’t help noticing the fidgety boy was making more of now. She looked back to the heavy glass globe in her palm.

It would make a good paperweight, she decided. And it might serve to keep Drakken’s mind on track with his whole world-domination fantasy.

Shilo resigned herself to approaching the angel-turned-cashier. And not just approaching him, doing business with him. Her hands almost glittered as she came forth and set the glass decoration between them.

As she dug into her purse at her hip for her wallet, she almost jumped at the sound of the angel boy clearing his throat.

“Find everything?” he chimed.

She made the mistake of glancing up, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was busy fidgeting away with his string of beads. Her hands were warm again, try as she might to divert it, or stamp it out, or exhale a hot breath to relieve herself of an unpleasant burning not too unlike heartburn. She couldn’t wait for the day she mastered her accursed fire completely. She’d gotten clear through high school with impromptu flare-ups. She could bear to give an angel boy with some of the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen her business.

After a moment, she realized she was staring mute, so she nodded and fished out the crumpled twenty dollar bill from her wallet. For a second, she hoped Drakken wouldn’t miss it. She’d meant to return the tip she’d stolen from him yesterday, but she could replace it later, along with the rest of the money she’d been taking from his wallet on a weekly basis now. He hadn’t seemed to miss any of it yet.

Paying should have been uneventful. She didn’t anticipate the boy to catch her by the wrist, swiftly clasping on a bracelet of—

“Obsidian,” he supplied. “And jasper.”

Shilo clamped her jaw shut and yanked her hand back from the boy’s baby-soft touch before she could mistakenly give him a burn that would surely leave a callus. She fumbled with the clasp, trying to get the string of black and green pebbles off, just as competently mumbling, “I-I can’t buy this. I’m only—”

“On the house,” said angel boy, already shaking out a small paper bag and padding it with tissue to cushion the glass knickknack.

As he handed her the purchase, she managed to move her jaw again to utter a simple, “Thank you,” and spun on her heel to make a getaway before he changed his mind about being dull or giving her a shiny trinket.

“God bless,” he called pleasantly after her.

Déjà vu wasn’t complete without nearly running into the door on her way out.

She really wanted to damn him now. If not for getting her flustered just by being pretty, then for the knowing chuckle that followed her out as she escaped. And if not for that – well, he just deserved it. She didn’t know what for, but there had to be something. Everyone had something.

She slowed her pace as she reached the far corner and looked back over her shoulder at the purple Quarter Quartz, then groaned and shook her head to herself as she went on her way.

Once the nauseating butterflies settled and her mind turned to scouting for her brothers scouting for her, Shilo became increasingly aware how long she’d been on her feet and how hungry she was getting. She checked the receipt in the bag for a timestamp to give herself an idea of the hour, as the cloudy sky was growing dim fast, and she had to stomp down the stirring in her belly again as she decided it was late enough to head for Cow-n-Chow.

She counted herself lucky to catch the bus, one of the scarce few in town, even if she had to run for it, relieved to hitch a ride back toward the center of town. She dug out the globe to idly spin it, but try as she might to study tiny engravings on the world map, her eyes gravitated to her wrist instead.

The rocks were pretty. Even if there didn’t seem to be any particular pattern to the tiny pebbles, and they looked a little like glorified aquarium gravel.

She’d take it off, rip it off, something, but it was her stop, so discarding the freebie trinket was put on the back burner.

Cow-n-Chow was a nice enough fast-food chain as any. Specialty burgers and milkshakes were their big sellers, and there was dining with wait staff like any nice restaurant, but there was also an express-service counter for grabbing Chow to go, and a drive-thru, and Shilo’s soles were too achy for takeaway.

She was glad the joint didn’t have much in the way for windows, making watching for her brothers popping in as easy as watching the door. Well, almost as easy. Milo was still an expert in covert infiltration.

She must have been more wiped out than she thought she was, she realized when a familiar voice made her jump.

“Mind if I sit?”

Shilo lolled her head back to cast a tired glare up at Dr. Drakken, dressed in typical civilian wear consisting of a plain black sweater and slacks, as well as his preferred gloves. His hair was loose, veiling his neck and leaving the only remarkably bizarre feature about the man being his blue face, which she was grudgingly reluctant to admit she was happy to see. It meant he hadn’t been hauled off yet.

“It’s your funeral,” she sighed and kicked his shin under the table when he slid into the little booth across from her. She cast a watchful glance around the restaurant, but he dismissed her worries before she could glare too long.

“They’re down the street at the grill,” he informed, a note of resent dripping in his grumble.

“How do you know?” Shilo snipped back at him. She narrowed her eyes on him, anticipating a confession to stalking. Though the thought of her brothers preoccupied elsewhere was comforting, and she almost relaxed.

Drakken snorted, his lip twitched into a sneer. “To tell the truth, I was headed there myself but they beat me, so now I’m here for happy hour.” He took a long sip from a chocolate milkshake he’d brought to the table with him.

Curiosity killed the cat. “There alcohol in that?” she piped, nodding to the tall glass, and he grunted confirmation. “Can I get a sip?”

“No.” He jerked back a bit and pulled it further from her.

Using it as a bargaining chip, Shilo set the sack from the Quarter Quartz on the table beside her. “I’ll let ya know what’s in the bag,” she playfully bribed. “It’s a gift for you. But I guess it can wait until Christmas. Or, I dunno, your birthday, whenever that is.” She shrugged nonchalantly, and watched as the blue man’s curious eyes locked on the bag.

She swore she could see him tensing to spring as three seconds ticked by, and then he cast a quick look around the restaurant himself before pushing the glass across the table to her. “It’s not that strong,” he warned dismissively as she took a taste. “Just enough to give it a kick.” She could only hum in acknowledgment as she pushed the bag his way.

Shilo wanted to blame the spiked drink for warming her as he pulled out the globe. His weary eyes brightened up a little. His mouth quirked into a smile and he gave the tiny planet a spin, watching it rotate for a moment before flicking a glance up to her, and then his smile cracked and crumbled and he dropped his gaze.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he chuckled, stifling his smirk and taking his milkshake back.

“Whatever do you mean?” Shilo feigned innocence and had to smother a small laugh of her own, composing herself as the waiter came around. She looked across to Drakken, unabashedly wondering, “Since you’re here, you gonna buy me dinner?” She only had five bucks for herself, which was just enough for a basic Chow combo.

He pulled a face, looking ten times more tired in an instant, and drug his hand down his mug. “Fine,” he grumped, and ordered for her before she had the chance. Lucky number 7, extra pepper jack and mushrooms, hold the onions, and large fries – not that she was complaining, but since when did he know exactly what she had in mind? Face warm, she decided it was just a lucky guess. She’d only been ordering the same Chow meal for weeks.

She supposed she could say the same for him, though, because she rolled her eyes as his own predictable order. “Leave it to you to go into Cow -n-Chow and get chicken strips,” she sighed when the waiter left.

“I like the crunch,” he defended.

Shilo reached across for the milkshake to thieve another sip, and he only grunted his objection. “You know you’re really pushing your luck here, right, Doc?”

He only gave a nonchalant shrug, taking his glass back to wipe the straw with a napkin like some kind of germaphobe. “Maybe I like the danger.”

Shilo found herself slumping over the table, holding her head up with cheek in hand. “Live for the thrill, huh?” she guessed, watching for the next opportunity to take the milkshake he now guarded.

“I don’t mind it.”

“We should go skydiving sometime.”

The man’s suave exterior was a sham, and it broke easily as he just about choked on his drink. “W-what?” he sputtered. He almost let go of the glass and gave her a chance to grab it, but then he was holding it closer, stabbing at the milkshake with the straw in an anxious fidget.

Her pinky nail found its way between her teeth as she contemplated negotiations. “Alright, hang-gliding,” she bartered. “Sound better?”

Drakken was still frowning. She decided she’d have to sway him into it eventually. One way or another, she’d bring out his adventurous side. “I was thinking skiing,” he grumbled, and changed his mind when she rolled her eyes. “Snowboarding?”

“That’s more up my alley,” she feigned, though if she were honest, she’d done neither, so she couldn’t say for sure. But she used to surf, so snowboarding couldn’t be much different, could it? She shook her head to dispel fanciful thoughts of a resort vacation, and made a grabbing motion for the drink he was reluctant to surrender. She was bound to catch something if she didn’t break the habit that was forming.

“Alright, you’re cut off,” Drakken declared in a hiss as a waitress swept by, and Shilo reluctantly forfeited the spiked milkshake. He wiped off the straw again, and hummed thoughtfully as he sculpted peaks in the dessert. “You know, if we ever need to skip town, I have a place in Alaska,” he noted. “I imagine the skiing is good there.”

She arched her brow. “Seriously?”

Drakken sighed. “Seriously.”

A minute later, Shilo was drumming her fingers impatiently waiting on the order to arrive when Drakken hummed again. Her sidelong glance cut to him, and she couldn’t shake the feeling he licked his straw from one end of the other to make a point that it was his, like some kind of overgrown child. She didn’t care. If she wanted another sip, she’d take it. It couldn’t be any worse than sharing leftovers with her baby brothers.

The food came at last, hot and fresh.

Drakken was dipping his fries in the chocolate and Shilo was having the damnedest time not watching the display. She tried to eat quickly. They were really pushing their luck, sitting around, shooting the breeze, when her family was out there somewhere, hunting for her like hound dogs.

Yet he didn’t seem to be in any rush when he waved an especially long chicken strip at her like a pointer. “That’s nice. Did you steal it?” he wondered, and Shilo didn’t have to glance to know what he was pointing at.

She all but slammed her soda down as her palm warmed over with an odd fizzling sensation reminiscent of the carbonated beverage she nearly crushed in her grip. “I got it for free,” she answered with a vague lilt. She was that much closer to tearing it off, but hid her hand under the table instead and filled her mouth with fries so she wouldn’t have to speak.

She spoke anyway before she could even swallow. “Some guy gave it to me,” she divulged, and convinced herself she only let it slip to watch the words burrow under his skin.

They really must have, because his innocent curiosity and relaxed stare hardened into a frown as he scoffed and sat back. “Imagine that,” he mumbled into the milkshake glass as he took a swig, not bothering with the straw anymore.

Shilo didn’t zip her lips shut in time. “Jealous?” she quipped.

Drakken hardly bothered to shake his head, preoccupied with dipping a chicken strip in his milkshake as if it were just another condiment.

Lip curled in disgust, Shilo sat back as he took a bite of the abomination. “Can you not be gross?” she snipped. “Cripes, I thought you had good taste.” She thought she had better taste. She told herself even angel boy fanning inexplicable hellfire ready to engulf her was preferable to sitting down to Chow with Drakken. She barely convinced herself, even watching him double-dip chicken in chocolate.

She shuddered. “I’m done,” she announced as she jumped up. “Catch you later.”

Drakken didn’t spare a farewell as she left him with the little glass globe and the bill.

#The Company You Keep fic #drakgo

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headlineawards · 6 years ago

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The Best Thing Since Rainbows Award [Best gen., other]

Winner - "Shilo Died" by Duckydash13 “While we absolutely adored the writing, plot, and concept of Shilo Died, what stood out was the number of ways we were able to interpret this story. Of course, it stands on its own as a description of when and why Nathan told Mag that Shilo had died, but at a deeper level it’s a moment of transition. This isn’t just Nathan lying to Mag. This is the moment he chooses to hide not only from her but from the world. That’s a momentous decision.

At yet another level, the story plays with the idea of hiding. Nathan’s isolated himself in the house. He’s hiding from the world. He’s hiding the truth when he tells Mag that Shilo died, and in doing so he’s hiding his daughter not only from those he thinks will harm her, but from Mag who would care for her. He tries to hid his grief but Mag’s concern is too much for him. “I said I was fine!” Another lie, another truth hidden.

All of these levels of meaning, and we’re sure there are more, make this story a delight to read.”

Runner-up - Not Wholly Human by Kira_K “In "Not Wholly Human" by Kira_K, we see a glimpse of a different Dominion, one in which a new factor not dreamed of in Canon seems to threaten to further destabilize the already precarious world in which David Whele and his fellow Vega Citizens must survive. Just as in Canon, David is the voice of caution against all the alien beings that seem to threaten humanity. But as always, the question remains, are his razor-edged warnings words of wisdom, or merely fear? This careful look at David's very familiar reaction to a very different Chosen One suggests a satisfying if unusual answer.”

The Imagine You & Me Award [Best romance, other]

Winner - Dear Marni, I Am So Sorry by Forestwater “Wow. This is an amazing piece of work. The writing grabs your heart and pulls you in, and it doesn’t let go even after you’ve finished reading. It’s a journey through all kinds of emotions. Despite the sense of doom that hangs over everything, we were so happy to meet Marni and find out what a cool person she was. Delighted to see the friendship both Marni and Nathan had with Mag. And of course, that made it all the more painful when it all shattered into pieces. To say we cried would be an understatement- the intensity, the ugliness, and the sheer inevitability of the events took us far beyond that. And when Shilo opens her eyes at the end, eyes that are so like Marni’s, that brings a whole new kind of tears.”

Runner-up - An Ocean Away by timeladyleo “We can’t wait to read the rest of this story! You’ve really captured the essence of the characters and their stubbornness and insecurities. It’s frustrating to see them stand in the way of their own happiness, but we still enjoy reading it a lot. More please!”

The Gold Blend Award [Best smut, other]

Winner - Infinite by Jay_eagle “If you think BDSM is (or should be) all about pain and punishment and seeking pleasure at someone else's expense, Infinite, by Jay_eagle might just change your mind. This sensitive and evocative depiction of three men loving each other in all of the ways that each of them needs is a testament to the fact that, in the right hands, "Safe, sane, and consensual" can be very, very sexy.”

Runner-up - A Kiss is a Terrible Thing to Waste by Amberswansong “There’s such an off kilter tenderness to this, even in this rough moment between strangers in a ruined world. The way Nathan “introduces” Grave to Marni is achingly sad and quickly passed. The details of Graves’s voracious appetite and agelessness, his eyelashes against Nathan’s cheek—they all create an emotional core in the midst of a sticky fumble. Graverobber’s skill and Nathan’s hunger both seem perfectly in character and the fine line between Nathan and his other half is wrought with subtlety. These two are strange bedfellows, but a sweet and sultry moment shines between them here.”

The Legal Assassin Award [Best dark, other]

Winner - Blood by Derangedfangirl “This is a sharply poetic piece of work. Not a single word is wasted. Even the white space between the paragraphs builds tension, as if the reader is looking in on something we aren't supposed to see. The gradual split between Nathan and the Repo Man, with the notion that Nathan feels as though he leaves his body and watches the killings, is drawn expertly in a new way. The poetic language creates beauty amidst the carnage. Really beautiful.”

Runner-up - Want to See You Again by Crankyoldman “This story was deceptively sweet with Nathan’s interactions with Mag, before diving into the darkness of his true intentions for being at his wife’s grave. It shows a harsh reality of parenthood, feeling like you can’t possibly manage this alone. The tension is expertly built as Nathan performs a Norman Bates-esque ritual with the body, all culminating in the utterly chilling last line. Packs a punch for such a bite-sized story. Great work!”

The Behind Green Eyes Award [Best characterization, other]

Winner - An Ocean Away by timeladyleo for Herc Shipwright “What a wonderful excursion into the life of Cabin Pressure, with Carolyn and Herc at their bittersweet best. The voices were exactly right, with Arthur at his sweetest, seemingly oblivious, but always knowing just what's going on. The emails were a special bonus treat. Listen to your fans, and finish this... with a happy ending!”

Runner-up - Dear Marni, I Am So Sorry by Forestwater for Nathan Wallace “This quiet romance with a tragic ending really struck us. The way this story was written was an excellent understated approach to characterizing a Nathan who wasn't bitter toward the whole world yet, but who had the potential for dark, impulsive acts within him. The frantic scenes as Marni died and directly after are heartbreaking. Nathan's thoughts of being unable to care for Shilo are so relevant to the stress of being a newly single parent to a newborn. It's easy to see how this character transitions into the Repo Man we know. Amazing job!”

The May the Best Man Win Award [Fan favorite, other]

Winner - An Ocean Away by timeladyleo

Runner-up - Dear Marni, I Am So Sorry by Forestwater

Runner-up - I won't let go until you do by Hypothetical_otters

#headline awards

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readthisyouwhores · 7 years ago

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THE ADVENTURES OF SHILO BIG BOTS

[Shilo’s POV]

Today! Today is the day I, Shilo, finally get to bone a cute twink, a chubby twink in fact my favourite kind, I miraculously managed to bag on my trip to the local sex shop near town.

Well… I say ‘bone’ but I’m actually quite clueless when it comes to all things sexual. My initial goal for my outing that day was to simply purchase the limited diamond encrusted dildo they finally had on sale. I had actually been planning on getting it since the start of the year…what possessed me to get so distracted to the point where I failed to go through my long awaited transanction at the till will forever be unbeknown to me. It went a little something like this…

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a young teenage male with short stubby fingers yet unusually long legs despite being severely vertically challenged. Out of nowhere I mustered up the courage to talk to him whilst he happened to be browsing the dildo section of the store.

A strong squeeze of the buttocks strangely accompanied the growth of my unexpected confidence… As I made my way towards him I tried my very best to pull off my gayest strut which when I look back on it now mainly consisted of me sticking out my non-existent chest whilst swaying my flat ass side to side. Speaking of my oh-so flat ass…In each of the times I’ve invested in quality butt pads they were always incapable of holding onto the little amount of 'ass’ I have and more often than not ended up sliding through my cute periwinkle booty shorts, the silicone traveling down my legs following a sound similar to that of a phone taking a screenshot as it lands booty side up onto the sidewalk, exposing my derrière of its fat absent nature to the world.

What drew me to this twink was that his body was the very antithesis to mine. The curvature of his tiny body, the way his fat ass stuck out. jiggling with each blink of his beautiful almond shaped eyes. I, shilo aka king of the twinks, just knew I had make this gay fucker mine.

[The next day] (3RD PERSON NARRATIVE]

Shilo woke up in a sweat due to the loud banging on his door.

“Who on earth would knock on someones door at this ungodly hour” Shilo thought to himself.

All of sudden it came back to him, that twink he met in the dodgy sex shop was coming over TODAY.

“Those short stubby fingers of his sure do have a lot of strength in 'em” he gulped.

Shilo hurriedly made his way to the door and peeped through the door viewer. Stunned by the twinks beauty he could feel his spleen vibrating. His eyes followed the curvy or 'Thicc’ (as the kids these days love to say) outline of his meal waiting outside his door.

“Hello? Are you there?” The twink questioned with annoyance present in his tone. His surprisingly deep voice made shilo choke on the saliva he was previously swirling around his mouth whilst analysing the body of his soon to be first.

“Ja ik ben hier- uh I-I m-m-mean yes g-g-gimme one second”

He attempted to turn the door knob but failed to get a hold of it as the nasty thoughts that entered his mind made him sweat profusely. After wiping his hands down he went for the door knob again and held it with his strongest grip.

Behind the door stood the small curvaceous twink shivering as he was in nothing but booty shorts.

“Took you long enough…QUIT STARING I’m freezing my tits off out here” the twink snapped.

“O-oh yeah of course come in… I’m very sorry” shilo stammered.

“By the way ummm I don’t think I recall asking what your name was? I’m shilo big bots”

“The names Megu…Megumin Bakurestu st.chubbs Mohammed, but you can call me baby girl for today” Megu retorted accompanied with a slight smirk.

Shilo pulled megu towards him.

“Stop with the act, I know you’re pussy just follow me 'baby girl’” shilo purred into megu’s small elvish ears. Making megu weak at the knees and damp between the butt cheeks.

“O-o-k daddy” megu stuttered.

“That’s more like it”

Shilo sat megu down his bed and began palming his hard on.

“YeEeeeeeEee daDdEeeeee” megu screamed.

“dat vindt je leuk tu es mi 'little slutty’” shilo groaned

Shilo ripped off megu’s $200 gucci booty shorts that strangely had some red stains that seemed to be near his butthole shilo was however too aroused to question it.

“Undress me…NOW” shilo said in a deafening screech.

Megu ripped shilo’s clothes apart and began suckling on his nipples which weirdly seemed to be dripping some white liquid…megu was too intoxicated with pleasure to question.

He began making his way down shilo’s body, from his chest to his navel and finally arriving at his stiff white cock.

Megu pulled back shilo’s foreskin to expose the head, swirling his tongue around his sensitive tip.

“eins…zwei…drei…HEIL HITLER” Shilo bleated.

Megu dipped his tongue into his slit making shilo’s knees twitch uncontrollably.

“STOP” shilo boomed.

“Why?…Daddy…do you not like it?” Megu’s voice quivered he appeared to be the verge of tears.

“Megu…No…I love it. I just need something more” He rasped.

“What Daddy Shilo? I’LL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!” Megu cried.

“Spread your slutty cheeks for me megu..RIGHT…NOW” Shilo ordered.

“B-b-but Daddy Shilo…I have a little Issue with my butt ho-”

“I SAID DO IT” His voice boomed, cutting megu off.

Megu, being the submissive twink he is, obeyed shilo’s orders regardless of the fact that inevitable damage was the only thing to come of shilo butt fucking him, but alas the role of a bottom is to 'always obey no matter what the order’. Megu turned on his stomach and began to meekly spread his sore buttocks apart.

Shilo, clearly not seeing that there was something gravely wrong with the anus he was about to enter, positioned his dick without any lube present (OUCH!) and went straight for it. Megu let out a glass breaking screech of pain. Shilo however took no notice of the hurt he was inflicting upon megu. It was too late Shilo was already deeply buried in megu, thrusting harder with each passing second.

D-d-addY -sHIlO b-b-bIG BOtS please stop. PLEASE" megu begged,his body losing life with each thrust.

“I’m glad you like it b-b-baby girl’

Shilo contiuned to be oblivious to megu’s plees. However one thrust happened to be one too many. Megu’s body slumped down onto Shilo’s bed. His body lay there lifeless not a whimper to be heard. Shilo felt a damp sensation on his leg, his eyes followed the trail of the red substance on his bed and landed on Megu’s blood dripping butthole. Shilo yanked his penis out of megu and began screaming.

"mEGU ARE YOU OKAY?! MEGU WAKE UP!!I DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS BLOOD, I THOUGHT IT WAS CUM WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY?!” Shilo desperately cried out. Shilo was a dumbass he didn’t know that anuses don’t cum. Shilo was now stuck with a dilema now that Megu was dead…to fuck or not to fuck.Unfortunately for Megu’s deceased body…Shilo was closet necrophilic. He continued fucking him for hours on end until his bed had become a pool blood.

“Well…I think I’ve had enough. Time to bury him!” Shilo exclaimed.

The following day Shilo simply decided that it would be extremely disrespectful to bury him in his garden so instead he mailed Megu’s lifeless body to the sex shop where their steamy short lived love story began.

Shilo lived happily ever after despite the fact his dick itched furiously 24/8 to the point where he had to slice it off.RIP.

The end.

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scythegirl13 · 6 months ago

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sparkle and shine aka a really good song for edward twilight from the suckening

alright so this song...i cant stop listening to the full version like at all. THIS SHIT HITS!!! and i want to talk about some of the things ive noticed in the song because its really cool. everyone is loosely tied to an instrument and thats something i really enjoy

so lets talk about the saxophone that is always playing. the solo sax which i think is an alto really captures edwards whole mood. its a romantic sax part of course it will, buts it the way that the thing needs to be supported by multiple instruments, piano which is playing simple cords all the time, a lot of percussion like tamberine and drum kit thats really only doing only one thing, violins which go up and down in a really simple beat, and voices, which there are many. if this was just a sax song, it'd still be good by itself but it'd sound empty. i think that symbolizes how edward is good at what he does, but he cant do it alone. he needs people that are willing, people that need to be somewhat in the know.

the piano part screams mary because of how crucial something like that is. this instrument is a staple jazz instrument, as in a lot of other genres of music. she also completely stops playing whenever the sax goes into the higher registry or when that one string instrument plays. she stops helping him whenever he goes into a high, waits, then goes again. if im right, thats such a cool way to have mary as a characterization as the piano piece

bass = deacon, supports him, but you can barely hear him. i think he plays the entire time, even when that one string instrument has an 8 measure solo. i think thats why the bass symbolizes him, because he supports shilos instrument.

NOW SHILOS PART!!! HES THAT ONE INSTRUMENT I CANT FIGURE OUT AND IM GONNA GO NUTZO BECAUSE I THINK ITS SOME TYPE OF ASIAN STRING INSTURMENT. maybe its the violin but i wanna say the pipa because it has that ring to it. anyways thats me going crazy now to the good bits! edit: its not th pipa its a fucking harp...guys im stupid

the sax completely stops playing whenever the HARP plays, it has a nice solo that goes of the base melody but also does its own thing. its supplied whatever is given and goes on this cool solo thats really good, but after eight measures the sax comes back in with a click from a tamberine. i think that tamberine is supposed to represent renwick in that part because thats the queue to switch over because hes the one that revealed that there is a prince out there.

all the other saxes are the edward copies, they play the same part as him but dont follow him to where they are also as important as him. they make his long notes not sound that bad, they make his notes into a cord. long notes is sometimes where the music can get boring due to it being there for so long. the other saxes stabilize his note and make sure its not boring.

the voices i think are vampire society in general. they play the crucial role of also not making it boring, but take those voices out then all of a sudden it sounds really empty and not a lot of things are that interesting.

alr thanks for coming to my ramblings, hope im right because i luv jazz. might do this for some other songs but i think this one is important because it plays on the "if everyone banded together, he has no power" motif which i adore

#the suckening #jrwi suckening #edward twilight #just roll with it #music theory #music motifs #ahhh this is making me go insane #I FUCKING LOVE JAZZ #mary davis #deacon keller #shilo bathory

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the-firebird69 · 4 years ago

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and i help my sons build New Vegas and he is shilo and is surrounded now we moved several inlast night...and have foundations being built if we have to we move. one casino by s only we surround him. and moved several in, about ten. and it is huge each casino dwarfs Vegas Casinos which are vast, ours are ten times the size several million square feet each, about 50 thousand rooms each...tons of space no we have it now..the raili s almost done and lots paved tons of equipment...tons. and we see it is about the future... huge Casinos and we speak to Hooters they are wiating.....he sits adn thinks...this always goes pop in my face. we use thier girls in ours. they can go on the outskirts. no Hardrock they took him for a ride too, we use it now...no to Hooters nope....stole it from our boy and used it on him lots and he hurts still..nah....we f you up too. we have a few in they want to knoow which Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory and it is fully operational and you wear protective gear and enter and sign an agreement noswimming touching even w your gloves and so on y ou may veiw it remotely in the store, and movecameras and all. it is amazing most see it in the store and run to the line. huge pieces of candy that are edible for aprice you may buy a piece or the whole thing andedible decorative pieces are for sale in thelobbytons of them all different shapes....a favorite the white swan...all candy and fluffy marshmellow mainly, but the kind at easter,and he says it...tons love it...huge ones too that are about the sizeof a giantpolar bear in the shape of men women and more even ofy ou. tons do it and bring it to tier parties they hvae off campus or in rented rooms or halls tons of halls huge ones. and he will be offered candy bars by bg. tons. each scanned so they wont let him no want him to and be dissapointed. he doesnt want to go to iether so ou watch ok. 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Bar Cafe is huge too it has so many bars you could choke a thousand small ones pubs from allover Earth are replicated he says a bunch are real lots of real memorabilia from Three Cheers and Bullfinch...and more tons of boston bar memorabelia. a realone here and theretoo. lost fromnh the strip. huge ones there arefrom all over all clean. decon notnecessary...wekeep it allnice. and ahuge beer factory,allcan see andor tour. it is huge samples at each batch. and are safely handed out. no trouble pls or arrested...it is easy no thsor that simple rules. huge vats of beer. huge. tons arrive. and wine halls thatare massive and cigars and bill is ceo. a huge jobhe says i have to count it andmore tonsof things could g wrongor right. it is hard. like a factory ihadin lewof this beer thing. so i am disgruntled. weill lastonly afewmonths nah he says it willmove...if need be. wesee it hesays. dontlike it. but im the bar restoring guy who never gavehim abreak got a job ok. see how itis Superhero Bar and Casino tons of cosplay and all workers are in costume some are s some are not real ones and cosplay all have fun and like it. occasionally Superman shows, looks real form the last movie series Zod too and co all look real helmets and all. ons love it..huge huge conventions now...huge. allover Earth they show tons of star wars and Darth Maul allover he is athome now it isterrible again. lol. huge crowds ovewhealm him andhe hisses at them like the real thing would. they are shocked he moves so fast and they call thiers security always intercepts, he is agymnist and they move on bt mark him up somehow some stick things to him athey did caa. huge lines there too to get in get a room or play the outragesou games wonder women is there....and he got it off the Seminoles, who want him to open a branch there a whole branch....Superhero Branch, says ask Uriel on a seperate occasion they shall...and will. and they laugh ti will sell Vegas but it is a taste of it and they see he gets it. massive cranes get it done and we plan need land andhe sees. we work now. tons see it more friendly or appearst o be Jurrasic Park and Casino with real dinasours setup like he said vip pay and get a real view. others the zoo and it has relics there meaning old lions and tigers and bears no Kaiju. it is very tame but holy crap real dinasours..real. and eat large animals that areskinned anddead. full cows trex swallows one a day. huge ones too. fullblownsteer. and he eats allday too. snacks. on chickens andmore. tons seehim andboast i can kill that and more. and wesee....he likes tosee it live. it is the dinasour....andhe is the LIzard King andhe has justin as Ceo well justin says he is andi s. and he is Jim Morrison........and he thankshim but no ok lol. movies yes and a few theatres and tons of film like museums and tons of toys and artifacts for sale and viewing real fossils galore tons...and we see. more there now ok he is tired. 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