#zilla yells

[pechaberriesandsoju]

HEY WHY THE FUCK IS THE ZIONIST SELF SHIPPER THAT FLIRTED WITH A MINOR BACK????

[hunnidmilly]

on wat you on. z.f

fuck my nigga, he ain’t shit! boy ain’t good for nun but dick, flodgin like you wit yo niggas, pussy boy you wit that bitch.

parings: zilla fatu x black!reader

warnings: TOXIC ASS RELATIONSHIP LMAOO it’s all i’ve ever known this might hit close to home tbh. cheating, name calling, smut.

where the fuck you at? 12:24AM

let me find out you with yo hoe ass friend shakin’ yo ass and imma be on 10. 12:25AM

missed call from: Z<3

bro now you really got me fucked up. turn yo lo back on, bro. 12:27AM

yo. on my life, don’t make me come find yo stupid ass, ma. 12:29AM

(6) missed calls from: Z<3

i told yo ass i fell asleep at jey’s house yet you still wanna do the fuckin’ most and shit. but nah. you tryna listen to what janay ugly ass wanna say instead of me tho. might as well be fuckin’ her. 12:34AM

i really don’t give a fuck bout’ what you saying nigga. i’m on whatever you on. you fuckin them lame ass hoes anyways…so wassup fr? 12:36AM

ight. bet. 12:37AM

coo. 12:37AM

“girl! fuck his trifling ass fr! i’m tryna have a good time!” your friend, janay, yelled over the music in the club

“you right. i’m not even tryna get on that with him forreal. it’s whatever.” you declined zillas next call before powering your phone off completely. he wanted to take it to the next level? let’s see who finishes the game.

he kicked the shit off the night prior by not only not coming home, but going to the club all night with his cousins without telling you. to further push shit to the fam, he was on instagram live acting like he didn’t see your phone calls, or comments but replying to other thirsty ass hoes.

the last year and a half for you and zilla already had been rocky. him wanting to always be a hypocrite. he took issue with you going out and partying and dressing sexy as you wanting attention from other dudes, especially if janay was involved. yet with the rising popularity of his cousins in the WWE, all eyes were on him. the son of the late umaga currently creating a name for himself, straying away from the shadows of his family. that created a shit show as more female fans appeared.

him greeting them, smiling, creating more conversation than needed, following them on instagram, liking their tweets, giving them free tickets all kinds of shit. he stressed how it was just him trying to create his image to get his name more popping…lying ass nigga.

zilla loved the attention. especially from Aaliyah, a promoter at a local wrestling venue trying to recruit him for a match. she’d always make sure to show up in the tinest baby tee from the target toddlers section, low rise jeans showing off her tattoo near her midsection, a butterfly belly piercing, and lipgloss giving zilla ‘fuck me eyes’. he ate that shit up, too. smiling—making sure every diamond from his grill was flashing—making jokes, and laughing. you knew how important it was to zilla to join his family, but he couldn’t do that without being a friendly ass nigga?

everytime you brought it to his attention, it all started and ended the same. an argument until he fucked you into submission until tears streamed down your eyes making you forget exactly what causes the argument. you’d be cool for a few days and it’d all repeat again.

“ight yall. this next one for all my ladies in here lookin realll and i do mean reallll sexy.” the dj spoke before mixing the current song to get it sexyy by sexyy red.

the club wasn’t the place to nurse a broken heart. but having your hair, makeup, and nails done looking good? you felt better anyways. the music was a plus.

“cmon! i’m tryna dance. ill deal with that nigga tomorrow.” you tossed back your drink before grabbing janay and heading to the dance floor

you begin throwing your ass back without a care in the world. whatever it caught just happened. you knew your poster girl dress left little to the imagination, but that was neither here or there right now.

you felt hands slide across your ass bringing you towards someone’s lap. liquor taking over you backed into the dude behind you throwing your ass onto him and grinding. he got to excited as he pressed his growing erection onto your ass. while dude definitely wasn’t getting any play, you hoped someone was recording or was a friend of zilla to show him two can play the game. the dudes hands palmed over your thighs are you leaned against him letting his head fall into your neck, the strong smell of henny coming from him.

“damn baby. you tryna get fucked in the back? all this ass forreal. bet that pussy good ass fuck, too.”

“nah. i got some in the back for yo ass tho.”

your eyes went wide as the dude was snatched from behind you. you quickly spun around to see him getting punched in the face by zilla.

how the hell? who the hell, actually?

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why would you do that?” you yelled, uselessly shoving him backwards

“shut the fuck up and getcho ass in the car. yo ass got me so fucked up.” he yelled grabbing your wrist to drag you out the club

“nah! i’m good. get the fuc—“

“yo man, i ain’t know she was yo bitch. she lookin like she was ready to take some.”

zilla moved back towards the guy delivering another punch to his eye landing him back onto his ass. he grabbed your wrist back into his tight grip pulling you outside the club.

“get off me!” you snatched your arm back from him

“this the shit you doin! dancing with another motherfucka like a hoe knowing you got a man? this why ion want you with her ass! she put you up to this bullshit!” he yelled looking over your shoulder glaring at janay

“nigga fuck you. i wouldn’t have to convince her of shit if your toxic ass wasn’t a liar! what makes you think she wasn’t gone go out tonight to nurse her heart after you wanted to be with some groupies on ig live?” janay responded with just as much hatred for zilla

“mind yo fuck ass business. you deadass? i told you what i was doin! where i was!”

“the next day in the afternoon? oh so you just man of the year? fuck you.” you gloated rolling your eyes

“watch yo fuckin mouth talkin’ to me like that. i ain’t having this conversation out here with you either. get in the car.”

“what so you can go to the club with random bitches but i do it? im a hoe? i’m the problem? you’re crazy.”

“oh so you in there giving other dudes some play? like they finna line up for pussy cause you got an attitude? ight. bet.” zilla opened the passenger seat to his car eyeing you “getcho stupid ass in the fuckin car. you ain’t about to be out here tryna give some other dudes some pussy on some independent revenge shit.”

“ugh! fuck!” you grunted into the mattress as zilla plowed into you from behind

“nah, you wanna be big and bad right? take that shit like a good girl, ma.” zilla breathed out placing his foot ontop of the bed giving himself more control to pull your ass backwards, “throw that shit back, ma.”

your mind couldn’t even put 2 and 2 together from his rhythm, so his request went unanswered. his hand roughly came down on your ass cheek making you gasp, “what i say? hm? throw that ass back like you was on ole dude.” his hand came down on another slap before you began to throw it back onto him

“yeaaa, that’s right. look at that pussy. only dick she’ll ever know. had that motherfucker’ thinkin he was finna get some tonight. thought my baby was gone give him some. you was gone give him some baby?”

“ah! n-“

his hand came down on another slap making your pussy clench around him in a death grip.

“tight ass pussy. you was gone give him some of my pussy? what belongs to me?”

you couldn’t shake the feeling overpowering your anger. your pussy aching for that release, you knew your man was going to give you. each thrust had a small sting as zilla was forcing you to take all of him without allowing you to adjust for a moment. zilla not only had a big ego, but a big dick to match it. each time feeling like the first of getting fucked. zilla was a whole lot to handle and sometimes you needed a moment to take him in before he got started. but tonight was different. you ran your mouth off and he was once again, fucking you into submission and near amnesia to sweep the nights activities under the rug.

the car ride was filled with spiteful words. soon as you got home, you grabbed a duffle bag deciding you couldn’t do it anymore. you couldn’t take him wanting to be a hypocrite, an asshole, and being friendly. you were over it. calling your bluff, he yanked the duffle bag out your hand.

“you ain’t going no fucking where. sit the fuck down and take them panties off. running yo fuckin’ mouth. put that ass in the air, ma.”

“you really think, i’m about to give your bitch ass some? nah! let that other bitch get your dick wet. fuck you!”

“there is no other bitch. you think i’m letting you go over some bratty ass attitude you got? you wanted to get fucked tonight right? let me give you whatchu want. get them panties off.”

all it took was for you to raise your dress up to ur hips for zilla to see you had no panties on, for you end up in your current position. dress torn to shreds around your body, him naked, and pumping his dick into your pussy with no mercy, making you take every inch he had.

“whatchu was on tonight? wearing no panties? you like making me like this shit huh? you worried about me fuckin’ her, all i’m worried about is fuckin’ you. but you wanna be annoying and shit.” he grunted before speeding up his thrust

“shit! zilla—ssss—wai—“ you hissed out as you pushed back against his abdomen at an attempt to get him to slow down

“this wet ass pussy, nawl. you wanna be grown, showin yo ass, right? take this shit.” he pulled both your arms back into his wrist pinning them against your back. he rammed his dick into your tight space, using the advantage against you.

your sobs bouncing off the walls with the noise of your pussy squelching with every move of his hips. you couldn’t stop leaking like a faucet onto his dick. your juices connecting you to his lap as your ass rippled with each draw back. zilla gathered some of your arousal onto his thumb before pushing against your 2nd hole; it immediately clenching onto him.

“shit, baby! oh! ohhhhhh myyyy goddd.” you moaned at the feeling

your expression was priceless. teary eyes, pouty lips, and whines with the sheets coated in drool at how your pussy had a tight fit around him as he pumped. it felt too good. zilla quickly averted his attention to the ceiling with his lip in between his teeth; he was about to nut watching your pussy squeeze him. tonight was about teaching you not to fuck with him. while he crossed the line in your head, you crossed the fuck out of it in his.

“fuck, ma! i love this pussy. you was gone take her from me?” he panted speeding up “this pussy ain’t goin n’where. you ain’t going n’where.” he moaned out “takin’ me all good and shit. whining about how big it is. you can take this dick—keep that back arched f’me.”

“mmmmm.” you cried out feeling your nut rushing towards you. if he didn’t slow down soon, with his dick and his thumb, you were gonna make a mess all on him and the bed

“you wanna cum, ma? you think you earned it?” he asked removing his thumb and grabbing your hair to pull you towards him. his hand lowering towards where you both were connected and rubbed your clit in circles making your mouth open on a scream “who owns you? who this pussy belongs to?”

you tired to form a sentence in your head—anything! to please him to let you cum.

“who owns you? whose pussy is this?”

“yours.” you croak out in a small voice throwing your ass into his lap chasing his high

“nah.” zilla bends you forward again pushing at your back for your arch, “you wanna cum f’me? show me how bad. get that nut, ma.”

you placed your hands onto the bed before reversing the roles and fucking yourself with his dick. your body shuddering as you pushed yourself onto him.

“whose pussy is this? you ain’t cummin’ till you tell me.”

“mmmm fuck! yours zilla! it’s your pussy! a—i’m cumminggg ahhh.” you collapsed—temporarily loosing consciousness—to the bed as you gushed around his dick, your pussy convulsing around him mimicking your body as you thrashed on the bed babbling. zilla following behind you flooding your pussy with his cum. he let out a moan watching it spill out around the sides.

he wrapped you into a bear hug, panting deep into your ear as your bodies shuttered. he released a deep guttural moan as his dick kept twitching with spurts of his cum still shooting out.

“you ain’t going no fuckin’ where y’understand me? this pussy stayin right here and so is you,” he panted into your ear “you’re mines. no other fuckin’ dude. remember that shit. im yours. and you mines.”

“if i catch you talking to those groupie ass bitches again. imma cut all of yall. i mean that shit.”

zilla let out a chuckle as he pulled out of you. he bit his lip at the sight of your pussy pushing out whatever it couldn’t fit inside onto the sheets.

“i know, ma. i know.” he responded before heading to the bathroom.

even though you were in and out of consciousness fighting sleep, you didn’t miss him grabbing his phone out his pants pocket before.

you heard the sound of the shower running, nearly tuning his voice out, “…yea…just put her to sleep. have them panties off f’me when i get there. y’know how i want it, baby…you and janay getting all this dick t’night, aaliyah. t’care of each other fore’ i pull up. wantchall ready fa me. betta be wet too…ight…on the way.”

FA THE PLOT???? 😭. i wanted this have a cute ending but my trauma wouldn’t allow it LMAOOOOOO. 2 FICS IN ONE DAY IS CRAZYYYY

[thatssonanii]

Flashback #1

A/N: This is about eight months after Zilla gets out and six months after Zilla & Moriah got "back" together. Wanted to give yall something while I work on the next chapter! ⭐LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT & SHARE⭐

Warnings: Cursing, typos. 18+ MINORS DNI

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Chapter Eleven

Zilla disentangled himself from his girlfriend then got out of her queen sized bed, laughing softly at her pout. He pulled his basketball shorts on and slid into his slides.

“I know you not going home,” Moriah pouted. “You said you were gonna stay with me.”

Laughing once again, he adjusted his shorts. “It's like 1 in the mornin and ion have boxers on. Where ima go, Fat?”

The light from her television illuminated their faces. She stared at him then got back comfortable. 

“Where you going then?”

“Use the bathroom then get something to drink. You need something?”

“Water please and don't make a lot of noise. I don't wanna hear my mom's mouth.”

Quietly, he left Moriah’s room heading for the bathroom. Once he handled his business, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Upon getting closer he could hear what sounded like crying so he stopped in the middle of the living room trying to decide whether or not he wanted to continue on. Knowing that if he sent his girlfriend down, Nadine would keep her way too long, he continued on. 

When Nadine heard the refrigerator open, she pulled her head up from the island she sat at and wiped her face. She hummed softly seeing Zilla standing there. He grabbed two water bottles, flinching a bit when he saw her staring at him. 

“My bad, Ms. Nadine. I ain't mean to interrupt you.” He apologized softly. “You good?”

She sniffed a few times, dabbing at her eyes. “No, I'm not good, Isayah. I'm even worse now.”

Zilla wanted to suck his teeth but he kept his composure. “Let me guess … you worse now because of me?”

She snorted. “You just might be smarter than you look. But if you must know, I had an argument with Moriah’s father.”

“Yall divorced and still arguing?”

He said it before he could stop himself and regretted saying it. He could hear Moriah fussing at him already for getting her yelled at. 

“It would appear so, Isayah. It's almost like we're still married.” She said with a humorless chuckle. 

He nodded, trying to figure out how to end the conversation. “I hope yall can figure it out, Ms. Nadine. Ima get out your way.”

He turned to leave the kitchen but as soon as he crossed the threshold, Nadine called him back. He dropped his head sighing then turned back around to go back. 

“Yes ma'am?”

“Do you and my daughter argue?” She asked folding her arms 

He shrugged. “I mean yeah but everybody argues.”

Nadine hummed softly. “Is it yelling or is it just talking?”

“Uuh depends on the argument. We've done both.”

“You've never hit my daughter, have you?”

His face frowned up, he had to bite back the curse words he wanted to let out. “No. Ion put my hands on no women.”

“Good to know,” she smiled a little. “Did your dad ever hit your mom?”

Again he frowned. “Hell nah.”

She put her hands out in front of her to catch his attention. “I didn't mean to offend or upset. Just asking.”

“Why you askin me that?”

“Call it curiosity.” She shrugged. “Moriah's father … I wish he had your ways.  Well that way, not the others.”

Zilla couldn't even wrap his mind around what Nadine was trying to say. He'd known Hassan as long as he'd known Moriah, he never gave that vibe. The only thing he figured was that Nadine was trying to plant information for him to carry on to Moriah.

“You and my daughter are getting quite serious, huh? Six months in.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Nadine smiled again but this one didn't quite reach her eyes. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

He huffed. The real Nadine wasn't peeking or any longer, she was back fully. “We think it is.”

“You've known her long enough to know that Moriah thinks whatever anyone tells her to think. She's weak in that way, just like her father.” Nadine chuckled. “Anything you tell her she eats it up like it's the most expensive meal in the world.”

Zilla shifted his weight, becoming uncomfortable. Stuck between speaking his mind and keeping the peace. 

“You do know that's your daughter you talkin bout?”

“I do know that. That's how I know it's true.” Nadine leaned her elbows onto the island. “You know you're her first love, the first and to my knowledge the only guy she's ever been with. She'll do whatever you say because of that.”

He blew hard, trying to keep his composure. The end of this conversation wasn't coming fast enough for him. Her laugh threw him off, he brought his eyes back down to her. 

“What's funny?” He asked, confused. 

“Because I guess in that sense, she's just like me.” Nadine shrugged, still laughing. “Before she ends up in the same boat I'm in, you can help her.”

“Help her? What that mean?”

“It means that you can keep her from heartbreak. Let her go. Give her a lil goodbye dick and tell her you don't think it's working out.”

Zilla stared at her, he was at a loss for words. He replayed her words in his head but they still didn't make sense. 

“Don't look so confused or shocked. You've been fucking my daughter in my house all this time anyway. This time you can do it and leave with a nice check in your pocket.” Nadine explained, a smirk on her face. 

He shook his head at the situation and at her. “You tryna pay me to leave Fat?”

“Well,” she paused to chuckle, “Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. So what do you say? I'll even let you pick your price.”

Zilla felt physically ill. He cleared his throat a few times to keep from vomiting right then and there. 

“Excuse my language but that's fucked up. I'm not doin that shit.”

She shrugged dismissively. “If you change your mind, which I'm sure you will, you know where to find me, Isayah.”

Not responding, Zilla went back upstairs to his girlfriend's room with Nadine's words on his mind. He passed her their water bottles, took off his shorts again and climbed back into bed with her. 

She passed him his bottle, giving him a small smile. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?”

He tried to figure out whether he should tell her or not. Ultimately, he decided to keep it to himself in order to keep from hurting his girlfriend. He leaned over to give her a quick kiss. 

“Yeah, ate some fruit while I was down there. You missed Zilla, huh?”

She choked a bit on her water then laughed. “Nobody missed you, fool.”

Taking a sip of his water, Zilla watched his girlfriend put her water bottle on her nightstand. He couldn't imagine hurting her the way Nadine had asked her. Hell, he couldn't imagine going back to a life without her, those years he was locked away was enough. He sat his bottle down then pulled her closer to him, kissing her face. 

“What are you doing, Zay?” She giggled. 

“Lovin on my Fat. Can I do that?”

She giggled again. “Yeah but why you bein so mushy? Did the fruit do something to you?”

He kissed her face then her lips, sliding his hands to her hips squeezing. “Just felt like doin it. After tonight though, I think we should stay at my house.”

She cooed, pinching his cheeks. “Awwee you missing Mama.”

He chuckled. “Something like that.”

Truthfully, he didn't want to be around Nadine for a while unless he had to. The lengths she was willing to go to made him nervous. If she was willing to pay him to leave her, he didn't want to know what else she was capable of. 

[oddygaul]

Into the Monsterverse - Godzilla 2014 and Kong: Skull Island

Godzilla 2014

Oof, don’t have a lot of positive things to say about this one… I’m gonna keep at it because my friends tell me the American ‘Zillas grow into their niche, but this was a poor first showing.

Godzilla 2014 kicks off with Bryan Cranston doing an impressive TtDW* speedrun, and then his son, Ford, our protagonist, basically spends the rest of the movie trying to follow in his footsteps by telling his wife to stay put in a city that’s about to be nuked and then refusing to call her for the rest of the movie. Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Ford is one of the least charismatic dudes I have ever seen star in a movie, a big piece of cardboard absolutely void of character or convincing pathos, and I laughed out loud multiple times at his dicey acting choices. This quickly dashed any hopes of me appreciating the movie as the serious, credible drama it’s attempting to be.

*Time to Dead Wife

pretty sure I’ve seen this exact shot in every Air Force recruitment ad ever

I wasn’t a big fan of the MUTOs. They look like designs from a PS2 game: not in terms of rendering, the VFX are fine, but they have this incredibly flat, polygonal design that brings to mind a 2005-era pause menu bestiary. While the silhouettes are fine from the front or while flying, the body plans and musculature are not convincing, and I truly hate the design for their hind legs – they give the impression of a hunched-over human in a suit, with their butts transitioning into ill-fitting digitigrade legs.

One of the movie's weirdest stylistic choices, seemingly a result of Godzilla 2014’s attempt at a more serious, grounded* tone, is a refusal to indulge the audience in cool monster fights. At least three times during the movie, just as Godzilla and the MUTOs meet up to throw down, we hard-cut to another scene rather than seeing the battle play out. Once, it cuts to a little kid who sees the fight on the TV, forcing us to watch him as he watches the fight instead of getting to see it ourselves; in another instance, a character is sealing themselves into a bunker, leaving us to literally watch a door slowly close on our view of the monsters' clash.

It feels like they were going for a Cloverfield-esque found footage angle, where we don’t always have a good view of the action because we’re following the boots on the ground characters, but it doesn’t commit to this aesthetic anywhere else in the movie. We have plenty of wide-angle, omnipresent cinematography for all the other scenes, so it makes these fight cutaways feel like a gag or running joke. Look, I’m fine with a Godzilla movie taking a more serious tone rather than being a monster beat ‘em up, but when the human story is as bland as this one, cool fights would have been a nice solace.

*I mean, as grounded as you can get in a movie where the military’s Plan A is to nuke San Francisco

The treatment of Big Zil himself is a mixed bag. Visually his design is pretty cool, but I was shocked at how weak his SFX were. Godzilla’s iconic roar is replaced with a strange, machine-like screeching noise, and his atomic breath lacks any sound at all. I think this was done as a stylistic choice – the classic Hollywood contrast trick of suddenly cutting out all the background noise, the score, the effects, to tighten focus on the visuals for a big moment – but Godzilla’s SFX are a pretty core part of his identity, and the moment felt anemic. In terms of character, Godzilla is pushed all the way onto the good guy side of the spectrum, helping humanity to push back those pesky interlopers, which is a wild choice for the first movie in a franchise, and feels bafflingly unexplained.

Honestly, the movie was at its best when Bryan Cranston was yelling at everyone about his disks. Get the man his disks!

Kong: Skull Island

Wow, what a pivot.

Kong: Skull Island has a scene where Tom Hiddleston straps on a gas mask and strides through a deadly chemical cloud while using a samurai sword to slice up a flock of pterodactyls. And yet, despite the movie being filled with this sort of gleeful action schlock, it has a significantly more coherent story and tone than Godzilla 2014 ever manages. The narrative is no masterpiece, especially compared to recent efforts like Minus One, but Skull Island’s ensemble cast all have enough going on to glue things together.

“Yeah... that was an unconventional encounter.”

The characters are tropey, sure, but they’re handled well; particular standouts include John Goodman as a desperate but charismatic cryptozoologist, and Samuel L. Jackson as a soldier who’s been at war so long he quakes at the thought of returning to civilian life, and become obsessed with finding a new battle to fight. Hell, even John C. Reilly’s character, a stranded WW2 pilot whose role initially seems defined by goofy non-sequiturs, ends up having a lot of heart and serves as the movie's emotional capstone.

There’s certainly some missteps with the characterization and themes – the Vietnam setting doesn’t add much to the movie outside of the aesthetic trapping, the Iwi tribe is a lazy, undercooked attempt to sidestep the Kong franchise’s history of orientalism while walking head-on into the noble savage trope, et cetera – but the character conflicts are compelling enough to keep things interesting.

Plus, even with so much focus on the humans and their motivations, Skull Island remembers it’s about Kong. It’s about the world he inhabits, the enemies he protects his island from, the dangers he faces as the last of his kind. The movie makes a lot of smart choices to facilitate this focus, including plenty of slower, endearing moments with Kong. In 2014, Godzilla feels like a bit player in his own movie. We learn less about him than the random MUTOs, and he basically just shows up, saves humanity for unexplained reasons, then leaves; given the much more serious tone of that movie, it comes off as fairly ridiculous. By the end of Skull Island, on the other hand, we have a solid understanding and appreciation for Kong and his motivations.

Also he uses a propeller like a flail, are you fucking kidding me?? hell yeah

Alright, now I’m fully bought in. On to King of the Monsters.

[dutchannanas]

I'm finished ep 4 of Rap:Public and this time my comments DO INCLUDE SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I feel like I'm a sport's coach yelling at Punchnello

"HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF! YOU CAN DO THIS! LET'S GO PUNCHNELLOOOOOOOOO~"

I honestly believe Since is the best female rapper right now. She's incredible. She should've won all performances. I think I want to marry her 😳

Oh right the first battle. Coconoa did a great job. However it was hard to watch her ruining Khundi Panda's performance. If I was Coconoa's teammate, I would grab her arm and pull her off stage. 🤦🏻‍♀️Khundi Panda did a fantastic job, as expected.

I thought JP's block would win but just having Since and Punchnello on your team is enough

~

Next Block 1 vs Block 7. I'm looking forward to this! Most rappers here I don't know or don't listen to.

It starts off boring until Kang Hyuk steals the show. Love this energy! Oh and I love how Tray B matched his energy! For me, this one was 100% a tie. It was like watching a duo performance rather than a 1v1 battle.

JTong, honestly, I don't think I could directly look at his face. He's so scary. And yet I think Tray B's performance was better. JTong performance was not bad but it could have been way better.

Damn I wish Tray B got defeated. I don't wanna hear him sing "Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you" AGAIN. I'd rather watch Geegooin 10 times than him 4 times...

Oh thank god Fleeky Bang.

NOOOOOOO FLEEKY BANG

Double Down has good energy, but there's no way Don Mills is losing.

What the fuck.. IT'S A TIE? A TIE?

Ah fuck, DD got everyone singing along. I still think Don Mills did a better job tho.

Ahw :/

I'm starting to think that Double Down simply isn't my taste. Anyway I didn't enjoy Damini's performance either. DD winning this one makes sense.

Oh crap, Zene The Zilla is the only one left. He did a good job, I'm proud of him!

Zene is awesome, I wanna see him live some day! Okay so now it's Moon's turn. I have never seen her before. What a shame that she fucked up. She gave me good first time impression, too bad I couldn't hear more. I was feeling her vibe!

I watched Zene's performance with a smiling face. I watched Foggyatthebottom's performance with a sour face.

I'll be honest I've been looking forward to Owen's performance. It's been a long since he performed on TV, no? I have high expectations but he has a cold 🙃 oh he actually did a decent job and oh Block 7 won...

I feel disappointed with Block 1

[secantz]

You groan as Beelzebub drags you over to the foyer, where she has a bunch of alcoholic beverages.

With glee she says, "When you're partying, you better bring the fire, baby. I'm not gonna let you take a breather ether. See all these drinks? You have to drink them."

You respond, "But Queen Bee, I'm tired, and we just finished a party a few hours ago. I don't wanna party again".

Boy, what a mistake that was to say. As you finish your sentence, Beezlebub starts to change her form, she is larger than normal and now has red eyes. Her voice has changed to a low but seemingly vocoded tone. She glares at you angrily as she speaks.

"So you think you can just hang around here and not party, human? You think you have rights? Free reign? Not in Hell you don't! I'll send your ass to Jurassic City and Missi Zilla can keep you as her plaything - you might not survive. You want that?"

You swallow hard, thinking about how rough Missi Zilla was with you last time.

"No, I'll be good and party", you respond.

While in her demon form, she picks you up and tosses you several floors up to a balcony with bottles and glasses, ready for pouring, as you fall down from the toss, you end up crashing onto the table, not breaking it, but you do end up breaking some of the glasses.

"Clean that up and make it snappy, human! The guests will be here soon!", she yells from below.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 48 // I’ll “Break” This Game // Day 30

Contents (Warnings): So antsy lately.~ (light vore mention, slight teasing, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 2,694 (Sorry it took a while to come out and that it's a little on the short side. Hope you enjoy regardless!)

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Oct. 17th, Monday)

Look at me. I secured my wild ponytail at the back loop of my hat. Then I swayed my head, side to side, to watch the bundle of partially curly hair swing. And as soon as my eyes focused away from it and onto my face, I leaned closer to my full-body mirror. 

The bags under my eyes are more apparent, aren't they? I traced my finger along the small shallow ones. Cheer up, Lynette; I'm hanging with Wicks tomorrow.

I looked at the packed-up game in the mirror. 

I could see everything packed up in the box for later from the mirror. I practiced all night.

I'm winning, and it's my last day on the morning crew. So I can relax... I huffed. Why are monsters so- I walked back to my bed. Lev and Alexander hate me, Zilla just wants to use me, and- Claudia doesn't seem awful, just way too happy to test her potions- Yesterday was a weird day.

Drake's the only one who didn't want to attack me, or- maybe he does? But he at least doesn't act on it. 

I hadn't thought of yesterday. I didn't know what to say or do; Drake had a deep frustration on his face, even though I couldn't make out his eyes. He even mentioned he stopped with animal blood. I walked to the box, ensuring I had my phone and keys, before picking it up. I wish I could understand them better, then maybe- 

I left my room and shut the door behind me. I squeezed my box tight, running the small interaction I saw with Alexander and his dad. 

I let my head drop briefly to linger over the contents. It's none of my business. Maybe I should listen to what Lev said. It's only a year; why should I care.

I lifted my head up. No, that's stupid. I marched to grab the lunch box, piled it on top of my box then went to the front door. I am going to figure out things about them, find the best ways to avoid them, and then I'm going to retire and make people smile with awful animations and by playing games so terribly. 

...

Alexander

"What's got you in a mood?" Drake asked. 

Alexander rolled his eyes nearly to the pizzeria, "don't play dumb with me."

"Just saying...Ace isn't even half as good as Donny," Drake replied.

Alexander held back the urge to turn to the display and yell at Drake's Olden Ring character icon, "you are so fucking wrong it hurts." Drake's laugh echoed through the speakers, and Alexander sassed, "You such an ass."

"Because my opinion's, right?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE-" Alexander plucked his phone up once he parked his car. "I don't have the time to sit here and explain it, fucker. I got work."

He could still hear the soft chuckle as he put the phone to his ear, "yeah, yeah. We can play tonight, then."

"Yeah," Alexander said. "Bye."

He hung up after Drake said bye too. The smile on his face fled when he looked at his phone; I know you don't even like the game.

Alexander threw open the backdoor, and even down the long stretch of the hall, he locked onto her. Knowing he ate last night, he felt relieved but selfishly wanted to feel full again. 

He got closer to the time clock they were by. He looked once over at Elliot, passed out on the floor, and then to June. Thank god Beatrice isn't here.

"Morning, Alexander!" June said with a bright smile. 

"Morning." He leaned back between them and the time clock. Lynette gave a wave of acknowledgment but didn't say anything. He pulled out his phone again, checking over the main chat.

"Morning," Zane said from the other side of the time clock. 

"Where the-" Alexander lowered his shoulders after the surprise. It still creeps me out that he and Zilla don't smell like anything. "why were you hiding?"

Zane scoffed lightly, "hiding." He kept his back on the wall and put his hand up. He knocked against it. "What's your plan of attack for today?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean, my cute, lovable little sister is going to get you later, so I was going to ask about your plan of attack for Lynette now.~" Zane's mocking glint disturbed Alexander.

"Like hell, she's getting me."

"I saw what Lynette brought, and I bet Lev's better at it than you are."

Alexander searched Zane, but he only saw that stupid grin. "What did she bring?"

Zane gave a shrug and didn't answer. 

Alexander then flicked his attention to Lynette. His cloudy hue focused down. "What the hell did you bring for the game today?"

Lynette sprang up. His suddenness pushed her out of the conversation with June. She looked at the wall instead of meeting his gaze. "Why are you so interested now? Did you want to play during this shift t-"

"Just tell me."

Lynette refused, "if you don't attack me during this shift, sure."

"No way-"

"Then you're going to have to wait." 

I wish I hadn't told her about the passive-siren voice thing, not that I think it'll work anymore. Alexander's hand touched his throat, and he wondered if he still had the effect. "Then I'll get it out of you during lunch." 

He finally got her to look at him. Their gazes locked, "Wh- WHY IS IT THAT IMPORTANT NOW!"

"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME!?"

"I DON'T WANT YOU PRACTICING."

"JUST TELL-"

"HEY!" 

A hand plopped on Alexander's head and the other on Lynette's. "It's too early for you both to have a shouting match." He forced their heads toward the time clock, mostly Alexander's. "But since you guys have so much energy, let's scan in and waste it, okay?"

He waited for them both to concede before he let go. 

...

Alexander

It can't be athletic-based. She'd lose. But what is Lev good at that I'm not? His leg bounced as he tried to figure out what it was. 

He squinted at Lynette from across the table, "how about I make you a-" he paused. He played with the word in his head and gave an awkward smile as he said spoke again, "an agreement?"

Lynette receded in her seat, "I AM NOT agreeing to go through that day thing again."

"Fuck no." His stomach argued with his response. Why did you have to say that? He fought back his thoughts. "You let me win during our second lunch break, and I might not get you during this one."

Lynette whimpered, "there's a lot wrong with what you said." She folded her arms over one another with unease. "One, I will not let you or Lev win today. You know what's at stake if I lose."

OH, right, didn't Lev bet- Alexander lurched with excitement. "And two, you said you "might not." You didn't even give me certainty! So what would I get out of that!?"

"What's at stake?" June asked.

Zane tuned in, "huh? Zilla told me you guys make bets, so what did you bet, Lynette? You look worried."

She grumbled, not answering either of them. 

Alexander tried to keep himself together. I doubt Beatrice can get her before me today. But I'll lose all that precious energy if Zilla gets me, so what would be the fucking point. "alright, I won't get you during this lunch if you give yourself to me if I win or you win during our second shift."

Lynette shook her head. "I got more than you to worry about during this shift, so there's no point." 

Then let me eat you now and later. Problem solved. 

June put his hands to his cheeks, "you worry about Alexander? That's sweet."

Lynette whipped her head to June, "not like that-! I meant with what he does I-" She dropped her head in defeat. "I don't want to talk about it right now." 

June apologized, "sorry!!"

Alexander sighed. Lynette will win if she cheats. He pressed up his glasses. So that other bastard probably win. He looked up at the time clock; a few minutes left. If that happens, I'll do what I can to keep Zilla at bay.

...

Lynette

One last shift. Then...break. The light buzz of my phone distracted me. I was glad, too, because I felt unnerved with Alexander near me. I looked down at my messages, Drake?

I went to open his but clicked Lev's on accident. 

It was a single picture, and I tensed up. Then yelped as a familiar arm threw itself over my shoulder. 

"Lynette~ How are you," he raised a brow seeing the image. "Oh, longing for me that much you went to look back at our chats?"

I tried to pull away, but he held on a little tighter. "How did you know-"

His lips curled, "you mentioned you were good at darts, so I figured that's the one you'd pick." He whispered with his playful tease, "I spent all weekend improving my skills to make it fun for you.~."

Alexander growled, "YOU REFUSED TO TELL ME WE WERE PLAYING SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS DARTS."

He let me slip out of his grip, and I faced him. "Why did you even remember that?"

Lev smiled, "I pay attention to every little thing you say, Lynette." He eyed me, "I want to ensure your experience is special."

Did he really practice? Is Lev joking? NO. He doesn't joke like this. He's- I regained myself, "first rule, neither of you guys can use magic-." I looked at Alexander specifically.

"Magic to play darts?"

I grumbled, "I have no idea what you can and can't do. I don't need you guys cheating." I looked at Lev, "None of us can throw each other off on purpose. No touching or getting in each other's personal space." 

Lev wore an innocently "surprised" smile. 

"It's a simple game of 301. We start with a double or triple and end it with a double."

Lev got his badge from his shirt, "can't wait."

...

Lev

"Do you think she's going to win today?" Zilla's voice hummed with the question.

Lev watched as Lynette taught Alexander about the game. "I don't know how good she actually is." He wasn't kidding when he said he spent the weekend playing. He couldn't help but smile wide as he leaned on the table. "But as long as I go before her, I win." 

Zilla put her chin into her hands on the table and watched Alexander after Lev's declaration. "WENDIE! Why don't you give up today and just chill with me! You know you're not going to win!" 

Alexander flicked her off, and she burst into laughter. 

Lev moved his hand to the case next to him, and he picked up one of the darts. It's pretty worn yet well taken care of. He could see the polish for the metal in the box. She's probably stayed up all night practicing too. 

Highly elated, Lev lifted the dart and aimed it at the back of Lynette's head. He pulled it back as if he'd throw it. The thought made him chuckle. 

He had no reason to hurt her in such a pathetic way. Lev would much rather play with her. It would be much easier than going into his dragon form. He couldn't fit in most areas like that, and finding enough humans to satisfy him would be annoying. 

Oddly, he liked this smaller form, at least when he wanted to cradle them into a false sense of security. He subconsciously licked his lips. To him, it really made humans taste all the sweeter. 

"They look like they're about to get started," Zilla said from behind him. 

"Right."

He picked up the case and walked closer to the two as they were wrapping up. Lynette turned back to him as he approached. He flipped the dart between his fingers and had the point of it facing himself. 

"Wanna roll a die to see who goes first?" He asked.

...

Lynette

Based on our roles, Alexander went first, Lev second, and I was last. I gave Alexander a brief overview out of kindness. Not that I imagined any of them would- Lev tried showing me the fighting game before. He knew I wouldn't win. 

Alexander surprisingly hit a triple 5. He looked upset by it as he wanted the triple 20. Alexander tried to get them two other times but hit a standard 20 instead both times. He wrote down his score on the piece of paper we had. 

Lev was next, and he hit all triple 20s. He's going for a six-shot finisher. You're kidding. I started to feel my hands tremble. No. Focus. I'll do the same. 

I took a deep breath and rested between each shot. I replicated the same as him, just barely.

I heard his snicker from my right side, "we're both going for that perfect 6 shots, huh, Lynette~."

I tried to ignore him. 

I took my darts off and passed them to Alexander. 

"Six shots?" Alexander groaned, "Zane was fucking right."

He's doing better than I thought he would be. I thought to myself. Lev, on the other hand... He and I had 121 left. He could end the game with his next turn. I closed my eyes. He'd want me to beg him or cry. Would acting cool break his own confidence or-.

"You did that on purpose." Lev's smile twitched with irritation. I looked at his dart placement. He had a triple 20, a triple 11, missed the double 14, and hit the black instead of the inner ring. 

"WHAT? MY SNEEZE?!" Alexander leaned off the table he sat on. 

"Right when I went to let go?" 

Alexander shook his head and threw his hands in the air with laze. "Like I was fucking paying attention."

"We're not as clueless as you, Wendie, like I can't tell you'd rather I lose with you so Zilla won't focus on you," Lev said. 

Alexander threw himself from the table. "You're just a fuckin' sore loser." 

They both stood against each other. I got lucky. So I have to hit my next three shots. I recorded Lev's for him as they both prepared to fight. 

Lev would have to hit a double 7 to win the next turn. 

I need a Triple 20, triple 11, then a double 14. 

I fought to tune out their bickering, and...

The stuffy, slightly dusty air tickled my nose. We couldn't have the garage door open in the winter. Which brought me back to the soft hum from the heater. It purred for attention, having been fixed several times, and still needed another tune-up.  I gripped the dart tighter as the chair wobbled. Two tender hands held me in place at my waist. They kept me safe.  I took my first shot, and my lip quivered with the praise. I was so small when I heard his encouragement.  "You're doing great, Lynette."  I shot again. "Finish it up, honey." His voice said to me.  And I lifted it up, hesitant to shoot it, but I still did...

My hands were empty, and I was back in the break room, staring at the dart board. I did it. 

I glanced at Zilla on my left first as the others were fighting.

She stared intently. I froze and thought she might attack me instead, but her face was blank. She lifted her finger, tapped the left side of her face, and then pointed at me. 

I touched my cheek and ran across the tear that streamed down it. I wiped it away and smiled. Ah. 

I turned away and went to the board. 

Zilla captured their attention, "hey, since Lynette won, which of you is interested in having fun?~."

They both exchanged looks and booked it away from each other. I got my board and darts out quickly before Zilla took up the room.

I slipped into the next breakroom and tried to set up a new peel hook to play.

Though it was arguably harder to make my shots with tears.

...

(Small fun fact: The term 'Break' in darts means: winning a game when your opponent started throwing first).

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[the-arcade-doctor]

See this fucker- YOU GET MONCHED!!! -Missi Zilla

Are you being mean to this poor establishment owner? -Leviathan

KING LEVI -Velvet

[[ The suit copy yells, then glitches out of Zilla's jaw. ]]

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

"It means that they must have created the animatronics here and tested them before moving them up..." Daichi theorized, answering Nobara. Mothra adds, "Indeed. The engineers and technicians use this place for spare parts and such. Sometimes...they are here when the parts are broken."

Then Mothra hovers above the teens as the doors open, revealing Meko wearing the Destroyah animatronic suit, he is piloting inside.

Daichi is not surprised that there will be one more animatronic that he and his friends will take on. But he didn't expect Meko to show up and put on the suit to fight them. He can't be serious. Not to mention, the name of it. After seeing what Meko's animatronics can do, they need to think on their feet.

"You bastard..." Daichi grips onto his sword. Meko aka Metal Zilla laughs. Mothra adds, "Meko is in there. He seems like he's piloting the suit."

'This animatronic...is a fugly thing but that suit has so much cursed energy in it. You can even taste it.' Kinie Ger commented in Taz's mind.

Destroyah's horn is glowing orange and opens its mouth full of purple glow. It shrieks, unleashing a purple beam at them.

What the--

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" Daichi yelled as he went to push Megumi's head down. Taz gasps and drags the sleeves of Nobara and Yuji, dragging them down as well to avoid the beam.

Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi was ready to take on whatever Metal Zilla would throw at them for the last time. However, they were confused seeing a area with the name ' Production & Test area'.

"Uhhh what does that mean?" Nobara didn't like the sound of that. Something had to be wrong here. Well, she got her answer seeing up ahead something in the darkness after some doors open. Purple eyes looking down at the group. Though, a loud chuckle is heard from the figure. It was big and heavy as it is walking towards the group.

'Well, well, well! Looks you managed to survive here!" It's Meko's voice but he isn't here or rather he is. He is wearing huge animatronic that looks like an alien purple dragon that looks almost demonic.

"Metal Zilla?"

"I mean I do have animatronic like that. But it's in the back! I think this one is better! I just finished adding the final touches to it!" He said as he comes out.

"!?"

It has four bat-like wings, two huge ones and two small ones on it's back. It's head had a big orange horn in the center, he has two big frills on the side of its head. It has bulky arms with three claws and has a pincer-like tail at the end.

On its chest, there is a circle that is cut into slices but is glowing purple. It looks to have armor plating that is painted reddish purple.

"Behold! My magnificent creation! Destroyah!"

Yuji was shocked seeing such a beast, even hearing the loud roar wincing with him covering his ears. Nobara and MEgumi did the same seeing this beast. Seems like the final boss has appeared!

"You know you brats should have stayed out of my way but....seems you didn't. Now I'll just have to end you here and after I do, I'll be sure your bodies are put to good use! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Metal zilla laughed evil like.

[zillaoftheresistance-blog]

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[pechaberriesandsoju]

I FUCKING KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN ONE DAY HOLY FUCK

I FUCKING CALLED IT

APOLLO HIT ME WITH THE GODDAMN DODGEBALL

[eleanor-is-fine]

What if it starts as a mission? Bond is marrying someone in order to get people of interest to show up at the wedding. Big, rich, secretive family. (Let's have it be someone in deep cover or otherwise in the know bc wedding-deception is just mean.)

Between the actual mission parameters and Bond's burgeoning insanity it all starts falling apart, so Q has to go into the field as a wedding planner. He models his role after a friend, perhaps, or anyway someone much more flamboyant and bitchy. There's a scene with Q and Moneypenny helpless with laughter.

All that 'zilla stuff happens, with a side of Bond and Q yelling at each other. There's a showdown on the terrace that involves the statement "I wouldn't marry you if you were the last person on earth!"

The wedding goes off, mission accomplished, the person Bond was marrying leaves him at the altar, as planned, but there are Emotions.

Of course the ending is a quiet 00Q wedding on the terrace.

@miri-tiazan and I were talking about how, in a non-espionage universe where discretion in one’s personal life was NOT a requirement, Bond would ABSOLUTELY want a big wedding.

And I do believe that! I see Bond as a fundamentally introverted guy who prefers to keep his circle of close friends/family very tiny and intimate. But I also see him as a guy who likes a big fancy glamorous bash, and the chance to show off his beautiful husband to everyone he’s ever met.

I think Bond would like very much to have the chance to rub everyone’s nose in the fact that his Beautiful Husband chose to marry HIM and NOT YOU, HAHA, EAT SHIT, LOSERS!! You WISH you had a husband like his!

But yes, I also think he would enjoy buying a new tux and picking out floral arrangements and choosing dishes for a nine-course dinner and all that. I think he would find that sort of thing extremely fun.

And now that I think of it. In my heart of hearts. I do believe that James Bond has the potential to be the world’s worst groomzilla, and I need someone to find a way to write that into a fic.

Like, I don’t know how/why Q and Bond would be having a Big Wedding, because that is really not something that works out when you’re top-secret espionage agents. Most fics just have them eloping or marrying very quietly in a civil ceremony, and that makes LOGICAL sense.

But for the sake of HUMOR, I need to see James Bond losing his entire mind because the table runners have shipped out and they are exactly one (1) shade lighter than what he wanted, and this throws off the ENTIRE WEDDING AESTHETIC, and this the MOST DREADFUL THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ANYONE EVER.

[thatssonanii]

Christmas Excerpt

A/N: Happy birthday to my boy, JC! Merry Chrimuh, yall! 🎄🤶🎅 And Happy Holidays! My gift to yall💛See yall in 2024!

Warnings: Playful violence, 18+, Minors DNI

Masterlist

Chapter Eight

Tinamatua(Grandma)Manamea(babygirl)

The living room that was previously covered in wrapping paper was now covered with Sienna's toys. She played gleefully  with her Lego set alongside Zilla while Moriah watched from the doorway.

“Nooo,” Sienna giggled, “It don't go like that, Uncle!”

“That's where you told me to put it though,” he laughed, still building. 

She shook her head as she tried to move his hand. “Uhn uhn, I tell you to put it over there on the red one.”

“I want it on the yellow though,” he sassed playfully, putting his block back, “It look better that way.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned. “Auntie was right! You not listen!”

Zilla's face frowned up playfully, he quickly grabbed the little girl into his arms and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled uncontrollably.

“You been talking junk about me to your Auntie, Sisi? Huh?”

“Noooo,” she squealed in between laughs then laid eyes on Moriah. “Auntie! Auntie help!”

Laughing, Moriah went over to them and put Zilla in a headlock. The pressure she applied was enough to make him stop tickling to focus on getting his girlfriend off him. 

“Run, Si! Auntie got him!” Moriah yelled playfully. 

Sienna giggled as she ran out of the room but Moriah didn't let up. Although he could've easily moved her, Zilla tapped her arm, his laughter choking out. 

“Say you love me!”

“I love your ass, Fat,” he laughed. 

“Now say I'm not the hard headed one!”

He tried to pry her arm off again but he couldn't control his laughter. 

“I'm not the hard headed one!”

“Oh you wanna be smart,” she laughed, tightening her hold, “Say Moriah isn't the hard headed one.”

“Moriah,” he choked when she squeezed again, “Moriah ain't the hard headed one!”

Slowly, she released him with a satisfied smile watching him cough to catch his breath. He coughed a few times through his laughter as he watched her. 

“You was tryna take me out, Fat?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “I was protecting niecey pooh. You okay, baby?”

“I think I need a kiss to make me feel better,” he suggested, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned towards him. When her eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, making her eyes pop back open then narrow at him. He chuckled softly. 

“Was that nice?” He asked softly. 

“Uuuh … uhn uhn.”

“Mmhm so what you s'posed to say, Fat?”

Her eyes fluttered, feeling him briefly squeeze a little tighter.

“Ion hear you.”

“Mmm … I'm sorry, Daddy.”

A slick smile sat low on his face, he leaned in to peck her lips a few times still holding her throat. 

“That's my girl.”

Sienna ran back into the room with Leata behind her. She squealed softly seeing them before running over and jumping on her uncle's back. 

“He got Auntie! Help, Tinamatua!” 

“I don't think Auntie was in danger, Si.”

Zilla let her go to wrestle with his niece while Moriah and Leata laughed. Moriah hurried out the way to avoid getting hit during their play fight. 

“The two of you forget you're not at home, I see.”

“I … it was him,” Moriah laughed, “It's always him.”

Leata watched her with a smile. “Uhuh and last night that was him too?”

Moriah covered her face trying to stop laughing. “Don't know what you're talking about.”

“You do. Now I want you to take your hands down,” she chuckled moving Moriah's hands, “And tell me that lie. But before you do, I want you to know that I heard the whole conversation.”

“Its not my fault,” she pouted. “You were supposed to sleeping, Mama.”

“Oh, manamea. It's never your fault, you're so innocent.” She joked. 

“That's right! He's the bad influence, Mama. I'm an angel!”

“Lying on Christmas. Tsk,” Leata joked walking away. 

Moriah laughed, putting her sights back on Zilla and Sienna. He was letting her put him in a chokehold. 

“Get him, Si! He got me in trouble!”

[secantz]

Your feet drag along the dirt, tired from the work you've done today. Up ahead stands Sallie May, who put you through all this work.

"Let's MOVE, human, I still have a fence for you to paint!", she yells.

You groan.

"I HEARD that! Do you want me to give a bad report back to Queen Beezlebub?", she responds.

Queen Bee has a demon form that scares you half to death. Plus, the last time you acted up, she almost sent you to Missi Zilla, an overlord who enjoys using you as a plaything. You shudder at the possibility of seeing a demon-formed Queen Bee.

You walk faster to Sallie, who grabs you by the neck and throws you to the ground. With one knee just below your neck, she whispers in your ear, "This will be your only warning."

"Yes, ma'am", you wimper.

Sallie tosses some paint your way, the can spilling out some of the paint as it tips over. She points to the fence post section and tells you to have it done in an hour. As she walks away , she turns around and reminds you to bring her the boots she asked for and to have them spotless.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 53 // Girls Day Out // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): How bad can a girls day be? (vore mentions, angst, vore attempt, slight teasing, some action, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 4800+ (Sorry it took a while!)

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Day 42 (Ending of the Halloween Party)

We only got a little explanation as to what happened. Someone started a fight inside the mansion. When most of our group got a hold of Alexander, he refused to give details. He simply told us not to worry and to make our way home, much like Viola and the two others helping her did to the rest of the crowd. 

Elliot and June walked me to my car. It mainly was June sticking onto me and Elliot steering our direction. 

Not that I felt I had to say anything, "I hope you two drive home safe too."

June giggled and tapped on his face, "Elliots driving! I don't have my glasses. I can't drive without them."

Oh, right. Tristan explained he only sees energy without them. It works the same with June too. 

I told them to both have a goodnight and drove off. I wish I had more time. I finally felt safe with protection. As I drove home, I made a mental check mark, another reason the morning crew seemed the way to go besides Beatrice being there.

I got home a little after one in the morning. I texted Wenna about her costume and texted Drake to thank him for the invite. I didn't do much besides be... my throat forged a grumble out of frustration. 

The thoughts at least forced me to recheck all the windows and locks on the doors. Everything's on lockdown, I thought. I made it back into my room and slipped into the shower. The touch of the cold water jolted my body. It wasn't ice cold but not warm either. It was hard, especially now, to feel anything warm and wet, even without the gooiness. 

I pushed my thoughts to the end of the party. What happened? Alexander seems involved, along with Wenna and Drake. They weren't around after it. If something happened with Drake, I'd expect Alexander to be pissed. That's his best friend.

I scrubbed thoroughly and let the wild theories scurry into my mind. I let them. I wanted a distraction.

After another ten minutes, I left the shower, got dressed, and looked back at my texts. None of them replied except Drake with a simple thumbs-up emoji. 

What are you doing out this late anyway, Wicks? I asked. Why couldn't he tell me if he's dating someone and out with them? 

I wasn't mad at him for needing time alone if that was the case, but it'd still hurt if he lied to me instead.

I sat back on my bed and sat cross-legged. I wish I was different. Would that be better? I didn't know what I'd do as a monster. My family would freak out if I told them magic and monsters are real. I can't imagine if I was one...they'd shun me. I bounced a few times back and forth and then yelled out. 

"ARGH!!" I threw myself back on the bed and covered my face. This is why I didn't want to stay home. I wanted to... I let my hands fall. "Distract myself." And I chose to go out somewhere dangerous. What am I thinking? It turned out fine, but what if it didn't? Then what? We were all rushed out after. Would I have gone home with them? 

I took a deep breath, "the bets, the days, focus on the days. It'll be over soon." I said. The empty room reflected my sentence back. I can't play the "oblivious game" with Alexander, he'd get pissed, and Lev would offer to give me "demonstrations."

I clutched my damp hair. "Do I keep trying to engage with them? What about the girls' day? It's Wednesday?"

I tossed Lev and Alexander out of my mind. "OKAY, Drake, Zilla, and Claudia. Those are the three I should talk to. Zilla might be WILLING to have a conversation with me, Claudia would be a valuable asset, but she seems all over the place..." I groaned.

"And then there's Drake. He's probably the most trustworthy out of the night crew..." Or at least he isn't out to get me. 

I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep, though the party plague. I tried to keep a silly train going and joke about the fun I'd coming Saturday. Charletta, Wicks, and I would be back under the same roof. I could already hear the yells and trouble we'd get into. It brought me an ounce of comfort, but I couldn't quite sleep until Wicks got home. 

...

Day 44 (Nov. 2nd, Wednesday)

"HEY!" Wicks pushed me back into my room right as I was leaving it. "No, no, no, you are not wearing that, Lentils."

"What-" I tried to protest as he got behind me and pushed me forward to my closest. "I'm looking good!"

"YEAH RIGHT." Wicks said with a playful tone, "every bit of that looks good on it's own NOT together." He pointed to the closet, "now try to pick an outfit and I'll tell you yes or no."

He walked across the way to my bed and sat back on it. I had just made it, so I squinted at him for ruining it.

I looked in the mirror beside my closet. I liked my, "duck this" shirt and skirt with parachute pants combo. Plus I wore my favorite red boots.

"I want to keep my duck this shirt!" I declared pulling at the fabric to show him.

He had both of his hands on the edge of the bed. His lips wiggled with a smile. He did a fake eye roll, "ugh, fine.~"

"Thank you, Liege." I replied as I searched through my clothes. "So what else do I need to change?"

Wicks laughed, "Lentils, just find some jeans and white or black tennis shoes."

"That sounds plain."

"Better than looking like a clown, we got..." he lifted up his hand to count.

"Three days including today left." I lifted up my pink polka dot jeans.

"LENTILS, MOM TOLD YOU TO THROW THOSE AWAY!"

I hugged the jeans to my chest, "I love them, they're so pretty!"

Wicks came home Tuesday afternoon and slept pretty much the whole day. Over these past two weeks, he's been lively and that was no exception today. However, there was still something there, something I had yet to understand.

...

Zilla

She adjusted her black leather jacket before she sat down. She released a big sigh after. I should have got breakfast before I got here. Her eyes skimmed over those who joined the girls' day and the other monsters sitting in the waiting room. She smiled. There are so many lovely smells. 

Her violet beams soon traced over the redhead briefly. She took note of how she sat. Her body was slightly hunched with a closed-off reserve. She pulled back at the thought. 

So many other choices. Monsters are better. Zilla said it like a reminder, way more filling than puny humans. 

She fidgeted with her white mini-dress and the black leggings underneath. The six of them waited for their baths to be ready. Viola picked a Spa, "Relax and Sit Back." Above was the human portion of the spa, while underground, where they were, harbored the spa for monsters. It was still decorated much like above with white interior walls and granite floors to slide across. They were some of the first people here along with the others in the area so the staff were finishing up a few final touches down the halls.

"I should have gotten breakfast," Zill expressed to the group. 

Lynette flinched as expected.

Zilla continued, "You don't have to worry your sweet little head. We're not like Wendie or Lev." The staffed called back those in the waiting room. They all got out of their seats, none of the monsters were out of their cases yet. They strode down the hall to the far left, passing the elevator they used to get down. 

"They aren't very nice to you, are they?" Viola asked Lynette.

She grumbled instead of giving a complete response. 

"Yeah, Zilla's right. I only eat humans on SUPER rare occasions. I don't want to spoil myself too much." Claudia said with a cheery grin, "and your safe from Viola..." she started to chuckle pointing to Tila, "and your WAAAY too big for itty bitty, teeny tiny fairy pants." 

Tila shot her a glare. "You used an unnecessary amount of descriptors. I'm not that small." 

Your species was the smallest I'd ever seen on Yexodele. 

Claudia taunted her, "you're less than a foot tall! Ten inches at most!" She patted her head and tried to mess up her hair. Tila grabbed at her hand and they started to argue further. Tila's voice raising into more of an embarrassed and fluster shrill as it went on.

It brought a smile to Zilla's face, though her ears picked up the conversation next to her. It made her switch to it.

"Speaking of feeling peckish." Beatrice hummed, finally getting off her phone. "How about you let me eat you for the rest of this spa day, honey?" She lulled over Lynette like a vulture.

Like she'd say yes. 

Lynette teetered away. Zilla could see Beatrice's pink rose colored hue get it's bristles ready to prick her. Why should I be surprised? You've got yourself another monster bullying you. 

"I'd rather enjoy the day," Lynette replied as they entered the giant bathing room.

The floors were a smoothed crème rock with high walls and waterfalls sputtering over the tops of those walls. They led below to massive pools of clear crystal water. There were several divots of pools varying of different sizes with thick paths along the middle to allow them to walk between the levels of depth.

On either side, left or right there were hanging racks for clothing and staff on standby to help monsters with specific needs either with the water, or lack of swimming capabilities. Zilla eyed the one in back that looked the deepest with a few rock structures coming out of the middle for secure holds.

Zilla pointed out, "that pool looks big enough for all of us." She hadn't been able to really go out to places and stretch out often. "this is going to be great, Viola~." 

Zilla smiled as the others were taking off their clothes in approval. Zilla started to pull of her jacket and heard her phone ring. She pulled it from her jacket pocket.

"The bother" it said with a picture of Zane's face. Zilla moved back to the door from which they came, she put her back to the wall next to it and answered.

His voice boomed with joy before she even said a word, "ZILLA! How is my lovely sister doing!!"

She ran her hand through her barely tamed grayish-white hair, "what is it?" Her voice held nothing air.

"Heeeeey," Zane's petulant pout was audible. "I just wanted to know how your girl trip is going and who you're with?"

"The girls at work, I told you." She heard June's excited tone in the background saying 'HI!' to Zilla. They are probably at the end of their lunch.

"Right!" The curiosity of a Cheshire cat purred in his next question, "did Lynette go too?" Zilla held her answer. He sang sweetly, "Zilla~."

She nodded and looked over her group, "she's with us, yes."

A soft, amused snicker came out, "it's like she doesn't learn, does she?"

"Viola's here."

"And what if Viola leaves? Claudia wouldn't watch her, Tila could easily get distracted by another species she's never seen before, and Beatrice doesn't care for her safety," Zane said.

Zilla shut her eyes. If I was in her position. I would have left the pizzeria on day one. 

"I know not every monster would pursue her and you know not all of them will ignore her..." She heard her brother whisper, "I surely wouldn't."

...

Lynette

HOW- I felt heavily abashed. Everyone stripped without a second thought. I get why they want us to get clean before a massage, then we'll have the sauna after, but this is so...

"What's the matter, Lynette?" Viola asked.

I glanced back at the her form that stood over me, confidently. My eye level wasn't much higher than her chest. I turned away.

"Can I do it in my clothes?" I muttered.

Claudia popped up in front of me, "aw, come on! You don't wanna swim in soggy clothes!" 

I faced upward. How are they all okay with this?

Luckily, a staff member approached me and offered me a swimming suit to change into. After a little bit of uncomfortableness changing in the open, and I followed Viola to the furthest and largest pool.

She held her hand out to me, "you can swim right?"

I nodded, "I wouldn't want to go in if I couldn't." I met her hand. She pulled me into the water with her. The swim in the warm water to the top, felt a little frantic but I burst through with a gasp. I immediately did a backstroke away from the giant Zilla that laid across the water with her tail, clung to one of the rock pillars at the center.

While Claudia and Tila remained in their human cases, they looked to be "chatting" with further mockery, mostly from Claudia.

I pulled back, not too far from them on another rock. Where's Viola? I questioned. I partially put my arms on it in case I had to pull myself off. It was then when I sniffed at my skin and the flowery scent really hit me.

"Does it have soap in it?" That really didn't burn my eyes coming out.

I caught the studious, mint-green haired girls attention, "genarosi." She released Claudia's head which she had been holding under the water.

"Genarosi?"

Claudia continued to lay face down in the water, not moving. She slowly drifted away. Is she okay? I reached out toward her. Tila's response steered me away from her.

"A specific plant that feeds off bad bacteria such as Staphylococcus epidermidis as well as germs and dirt." She lowered her head in the water, let the water go into her eyes, then she popped back up, "it affects you the same as water, unless you are allergic to the plant. Which you'd know upon entering the water." 

That's pretty cool...and it would have been terrible if I was allergic. I heard a sweet melody from above me.

"I wonder what Lev's doing right now."

I peered up, Beatrice sat on the flat top like platform of the rock, in her monster form. Her wings continued to flutter off some of the water.

I sheepishly grinned, "that's one person I don't want to ever think about."

She rolled her eyes and looked off toward a few other patrons, "he is rude, but..." she smiled, "he's powerful, and I'd love to see that Drakin form.~" Her voice muttered quietly, "I wish he grabbed me again after my insult at the party."

Tila came in, "I'm also curious about Lev's drakin species. His mannerisms and closeness remind me of the Tazmakin, but I've seen his scales once." She shook her head, "red is such an unusual color."

"He is strange!" Claudia said splashing Tila. She Splashed back.

Beatrice sighed longingly, "he might be more willing to talk about it if I gave him an offering." Her eyes fell on me. I pushed from the rock. 

"No thanks," I said. 

"Persumptious of you," Beatrice said. "Like you'd be good enough for him." 

Please explain that to him, Beatrice. Get him to EAT real food. Or energy-charged food.

I felt too intimidated to say that aloud to her, especially with the look she gave me.

I faced Tila who was pushing Claudia's head under the depths again.

I inquired anyway, "Drakin? Like Dragon?"

Tila nodded letting Claudia up. Claudia laughed as she resurfaced.

"The humans call them dragons, yes. Most of our species possess different names compared to what humans gave us. Some monsters told to humans what to call them when some of the first monsters ended up here. And some of the names were given to us." She pressed on her chest. "Escora is what my species is called, but we are in closer relations to the species humans call fairies, so we took up that name. There are plenty of name differences from our world to yours."

"So, do all of you have different species names?"

"And real names, yes," Tila replied. "Translation errors, plus any sort of dead giveaways, are what we try to avoid."

Oh. "You're not using your real names?" That makes sense; excluding Zilla, everyone has basic names. 

Tila shook her head, "we've-" a wave knocked her off balance. It threw me back into the rock and the creature exploded up from the water. It's grayish blue tentacles sprang out from the back of its head. At least that's what I assumed, not that I stuck around to stare at the being at least twenty feet tall.

I scrambled to escape it, but one of its thick tentacles wrapped around me. 

"Hey, hey, it's me, Lynette!"

Viola's sweet, softness touched my ear. She brought me up to face her and her pale, near transparent beauty and not too much at the spiked, rugged exterior below her torso.

I had felt dizzy by the sudden whip up, so I need to catch my breath.

"It's okay, see!" She spoke so close to me that I was able to see the rows of teeth inside her mouth. And it was like her smile mocked me.

It might have been a combination of the sudden spook, the fact she held me so close, and the whiplash, but all I could do is weakly smile before I passed out.

...

Beatrice

Her hue narrowed heavily on Lynette once they got her out of the water. Everyone was finishing with their soak anyway. She flew across the water and landed gracefully on the drier land near the clothing rack. 

Viola had activated her human case again and tried to comfort Lynette. 

She's so sure of herself, isn't she? What kind of human thinks they're better than a monster? Her lip raised in a snarl. You think you're so much better and more capable, huh? 

She saw the row of individuals that were there for their massages. She noticed the male, in particular, speaking to Lynette and Tila. 

She brought her fingernails up and whispered over them. Beatrice knew waiting for it to grow back would be annoying, but she figured it'd be worth it now.

"As soon as you get the human alone, she's all yours." Her voice intertwined with her black pinky claw. She passed the guy who leaned over Lynette and pricked him in his back. The stab wasn't hard enough to notice, similar to a mosquito. She pulled back her finger quickly before the others saw. The male simply scratched his back, and then her smile widened. 

She could feel his mind, and a soft snicker left her lips. Lynette, I tried to be nice and give you such a gracious honor. Let's see how you feel about this. 

...

Lynette

It tickled at first, hurt in a bad way, and then started to hurt in a good way. I never got a massage beside the ones we tried to do to each other as kids mimicking walking on someones back. It took a little for the guy who pressed on my back to be gentle enough not to break it.

Their timer went off after an hour. I saw Tila get up from the bed next to me. I went to get up, but the male with orangish blue hair doing my back spoke out.

“Let me get out this last knot.” 

I tried not to linger on Tila as she finally got a towel around her. I remained down and agreed.

Tila and her masseuse left the room, going to the sauna. I felt his hands pull away. 

I went to get up, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his skin tear. I scrambled off the table and my palms failed to hold my body. My face collided with the ground. It stung, specifically my nose and forehead as the rest of my body collided sideways onto the hard, cold floor.

I heard one of his palms slam onto the table. I threw myself up, to see the giant being hunched over the space. Tila and I were in the smaller space given our size. He was definitely similar to a fish, like a mix between a goliath tigerfish and catfish with a humanoid body.

I got to my feet and aimed for the thick, delicately designed wooden door. He shifted the table behind me and right before I reached the knob, his hand came around my left shoulder and torso. His other then went to my hips and waist on my right side. His slimy, cold and wet webbed fingers tightly gripped my body.

My left arm was pinned, and my right flailed as he picked me up.

"HELP!" My voice sounded more pitiful than anything when it left my throat. I could barely yell. 

I tried to push his fingers apart. His hands wouldn't budge.

The being lifted me up and opened his mouth over me. I saw his giant teeth go over my head as its tongue pressed at the back of my hair. 

It closed its mouth and placed its teeth down on my neck with enough pressure to make sure I didn't move my head.

Meanwhile, its tongue pushed and prodded underneath my head and around the sides of my face. I kept my eyes and mouth closed. Afraid to make any rash movements in fear, not that I thought it would matter.

He removed the pressure, to take in more to swallow.

I threw up my free hand to get to his lips and push them away. But instead, I grabbed something else that moved by it.

“AH-URCK!” His throat whined.

His suddenly let go. I didn't and fell out of his jaw. His body went forward with it, and I dropped what I held once I touched the ground. I cracked my eyes open scrubbing the saliva off. Then, darted for the door and crashed into it.

I threw it open, and saw he held his whisker. His face scrunched up and what followed was a loud growl. It threw itself forward and I slipped out.

I darted in the direction of people on my right, down the hall of many doors. I recognized the two, one by their bombastic jumps, and the other by her, long crazed hair.

I called out in panic, “CLAUDIA, ZILLA!"

They both turned around and watched me. I tripped over myself to get to them. I didn’t even feel comfortable calling their names. They have no reason to protect me.

I felt the being encroach, his dense slaps got closer.

Zilla tipped her head toward Claudia, I couldn't hear what she said. She then dropped her towel and ran at me with a grin. What followed Zilla's action was Claudia dropping her towel too. I didn't care why at this point.

I saw a hand whirl up from Claudia. It sprang at me and wrapped around my upper torso before the monster touched me. 

Zilla's form broke as I passed her. 

“Whoa,” Claudia threw herself back with me. We narrowly avoided the giant tail that whipped out into the wall. “I always forget Zilla’s SO big!” 

“Th-thank-you.” I said between breaths. 

Claudia smiled with innocence, “Zilla’s idea. She’s been waiting for an excuse to eat one of the employees here.” She giggled as she started to walk off with me, “we were trying to brainstorm an idea before you came along.” 

"Still, thank you..." I wiggled a little in her noodle arms-like grip, the fishy slime still covering parts of my face and hair. “Claudia, do you mind cleaning me off and putting me down.”

“Right!” She did so and dropped me. I gained my footing after stumbling a bit, “you tend to attract a lot of monsters, hmm? You should work on being less tasty.”

“That’s not that kind of stuff I want to hear after…he might have killed me.”

Claudia shook her head as she turned back to watch what happened with Zilla. I refused to look and simply listened to their scramble.

"Unlikely. At least right away, most monsters' bodies would want to recharge with you first." She looked at me with an unbothered expression, "if they wanted to, it’d be at least a couple of hours before any monster would start digesting you.” 

I held my stomach. I could feel my breakfast fighting to come up. Yet Lev and Alexander act like it's no big deal.

That thought made me think about the two. I've stayed in them for hours. Especially Alexander- I know he told me it takes concentration to digest something, but what if-

The fear started to solidify all over. 

She held her hands up, “at least that’s how it works with my body. Tiny Tila would know a lot more than me in that regard.”

I stepped back into the wall near the corner, "doesn't that bother any of you?"

"We need to eat," Claudia said. "I doubt any of them would kill you. Why would someone want to eat a human just to kill them? Unless they have some vendetta against them and need the energy." She nodded along with her statement, "other than that, especially in your case, it'd be a waste."

I swallowed back my urge to throw up. You eat food. Not people. 

"You've got a knack for getting into trouble," Zilla said, moving beside us. "It all worked out, so thanks."

My body jittered when she said that. Why do you not- My heartbeat felt heavy, like it sunk with my panic and worry. I wanted to drop down and curl into a ball. My legs were already together, and my arms were wrapped around me. 

It was then I realized she was standing next to us. STANDING.

I exclaimed to her, "DID YOU CRUSH HIM!?" I disregarded her naked body and the two towels she held. I faced her and took a step closer.

Zilla's eyes widened like she hated that I said that then her violet eyes fell back to their calmness.

She chuckled and looked away, her sharp nail traced her abdomen, "I have a seal that allows me to size-shift those eat." She started to walk around us after that. She waited for us to follow before she continued. "I can't really move around the pizzeria in my actual form. Much like me, a lot of monsters do this." She pressed at her abdomen, which held s slightly noticeable.

She passed her other towel to Claudia. They both got covered up.

I never really thought about that. They'd be too big, and I think Alexander's mentioned it before. 

My attention fell on a worker coming down the hall accompanied by two others that looked like security.

"Zilla, looks like you're in trouble!~" Claudia chirped as she walked around the corner, ushering me. When I didn't come immediately, she got my wrist.

Zilla groaned, "save me a seat."

Claudia strung me along. I want to go home and play beast crossing. That's a nice, harmless game. Wicks brought me new consoles, as he said he would, so games were back in business.  

We stopped outside the giant box. It could fit at least 100 people. 

Upon opening it up, a gust of steam washed over my face. I stumbled back; it reminded me of Lev. They were partially the reason I didn't like taking warm or hot showers anymore. 

Her extra limb came out again; it pushed me forward. "Let's go."

I didn't have a choice and moved in with the others. We were the only ones inside. 

"Where's Zilla?" Viola asked, sitting with her legs spread open. Clearly unashamed. 

"A few workers caught up to her after another monster tried to eat Lynette," Claudia said as she plopped down next to Viola on the far side. I went down on the other. "Zilla was happy. The staff, not so much."

Tila called out at me and pointed, "I was just with you. What did you say to him?"

"Nothing!" I exclaimed, "it's not like I asked him to attack me. He just snapped."

"No one would attack you without reason, honey," Beatrice said from a few seats on the bench away. She gave me the side-eye.

"Beatrice, don't be mean." Viola sighed as she patted my shoulder, "I'm glad you're alright." She looked over at me with worried eyes. "I never have this much trouble with Elise."

"Elise? Isn't that the partner you mentioned- she's human?"

Viola smiled, "right, you haven't met her yet. I've told her a bit about you. Having another human friend who knows about monsters would be nice for her." A small laugh left the muscular woman's mouth, "not that she doesn't have enough already being a giver, but one more wouldn't hurt, specifically for you."

A giver?! I still couldn't wrap my head around being okay with that. Not that my situation was too different. I don't purposefully give myself to monsters though!

"Claudia, Beatrice, you've both eaten Lynette, right? What do you think?" Tila asked before I could speak.

“Lynette?” Claudia peered over Viola at me and smiled, “she’s a weirdly funny human.” 

Tila shook her head, “isn’t she abnormal?”

I muttered, “weird..."

Claudia nodded, “yeah, you are weird; you're hanging out with the monster club.”

Tila shouted out with a little more vigor. "CLAUDIA, ENERGY-WISE." She exhaled with annoyance. “I have a theory about Lynette based on her knack for trouble." She put her hands together on her crossed legs. She sat on the top most bench. "Lynette might be a Jenkai...though my knowledge about them is surface level at best."

“Jenkai?” I had never heard that term before.

Beatrice perked up and laughed, “A Jenkai is supposed to be the highest quality delicacy with energy that makes monsters stronger. I wouldn’t consider her that highly.”

I flinched and hung my head down. Highest what? Why is it all food related?! 

“It’s a thought. Jenkai’s are rumored to be a human with more energy than normal. And it’d make sense since Lynette denied prior involvement with magic, and as far as we know, Jenkai's suddenly possess their special energy and don't keep it forever. So it would explain how she's avoided everything until this point.”

I scooted further off the bench and smiled with hope, "wait, are you saying if I am, I'll be cured sooner or later?" I said it like a disease. 

Tila shrugged, "from the little information I possess, yes. You'll most likely be a normal human after."

That means I won't have to deal with stuff like this anymore? And Alexander might want to eat me less. 

Claudia nodded enthusiastically, “sounds interesting," she then scratched her head, "how does a Jenkai happen, is it done to them?”

Tila puckered her lips like she ate something she found dissatisfying, “that’s the mystery of the fairytale...” She sighed, “We discussed it amongst my clan before, but the information was scarce. It's like most monsters have a brief idea on the subject and nothing else.” 

Viola held up a hand. Everyone fell silent, "hey, everyone," she ran her eyes over them all. "Before we go on with this, I want all of us to promise now, this won't be mentioned outside of this room." Her soft gaze fell onto me, "we don't want Lynette to be in even more danger."

You say that, Viola... I then looked at both Claudia and Beatrice. Yet why did we have to say this around the two I trust the least with anything about me.

...

Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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[princesssmars]

this is halloween!

a modern!caitvi x reader

you convince your tough girlfriends to go with you to a haunted house

contains: fluff, captain cupcake and blocks with her face being scared. an overdump of background that was not needed but i spiraled

wc: 602

a/n: its october yayyyy. the vi tag is getting more content yayyyy. another poly idea YAYYYYY. i wrote this bc in fics reader is always super scared of horror movies and anything scary and i am the exact opposite so here this is!

one of the things that attracted you to caitlyn and vi was their strength. every day they risked their lives to help people and looked damn good while doing it. from the outside, it seemed like nothing could scare them.

boy were you wrong.

caits favorite holiday was valentines day since she's such a romantic. despite their differences, she admired her parent's love for each other and it was passed down to her. she goes all out, making sure to wear reds, whites, and pinks, even putting up some decorations around the house and her office. she gives the both of you treats and hugs and kisses whenever she can and takes you out to do something nice.

vi’s favorite holiday was christmas. when she was younger it was much smaller and lowkey, given that her parents and vander didn't have much money. but with both, she adored the feeling of being surrounded by the people she loved and cared about. she goes all out as well, becoming almost a christmas-zilla with your home decorations and picking out the perfect presents.

both of the women were surprised to learn your favorite holiday was actually halloween. the decorations, the movies, everything. you could watch horror movies that had them staring at the ceiling at night with a straight face. sometimes you even laughed. but, they loved you and decided to indulge. even if the mini skeleton you put in the kitchen scared them late at night when they went for a quick drink.

you find an ad online talking about some new haunted house/carnival in the area that was all the rage and you just had to book some tickets for all of you. when you told your girlfriends you noticed their faces get paler.

in the days before the event, they are very conflicted. they looked up the place online and watched multiple videos just to see “yes it is that bad.”

but on the other hand, you would squeal and tell them how excited you are to go.

so, on halloween night, (with a full moon in the sky, vi pointed out) you all packed into cait’s nice car and went to the carnival

you pull up and there are already people dressed as crazy people and killer clowns in your face. it's perfect

you recommend getting some snacks before the main event but caitlyn definitely declines in fear of throwing up

once you finally get inside the haunted house, you link arms with the girls but notice them trailing behind??? like they're making you go slower because they are literally dragging

at the first scare, you hear vi let out a shrill scream and you start DYING laughing making her pout and tell you to shut up

there was a part with a dingy medical center with crazed doctors and you swear you heard cait start gagging

vi def starts trying to fight people that get too close nearly getting you kicked out

throughout the whole thing, you're just laughing and theyre like !?!?!?

near the end, cait and vi RUSH to the exit and both breathe a sigh of relief

you're still giggling and start cackling when you move to wrap your arms around their waists and they both yell

both too almost scared to get snacks

almost

as you're all eating your treats you have a bright smile on your face and that's the only thing that makes this better for them

they arent doing this again so don't ask.