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Can we get another hybird fic?
ꨄOur Pet Humanꨄ
Oneshot - Yandere Hybrid Au
❦You’re a human surviving in the world of hybrids❦
Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader
❣︎Also, the other bonten members (except mochi) are in this story❣︎
Not fully proofread!
Japanese language is red
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Notice:
✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.
✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.
✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.
✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.
✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable
✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
Enjoy!
Our Pet Human
You ignore the filthy fumes sneaking into your nostrils as you use your hands to dig through the piles of trash lying inside the dumpster. You tear open a bag or two as you go, searching for any kind of food you could get your paws on. You ignore the pain forming in your stomach from the lack of nutrients, sweat falling down your forehead as half of your body is hanging inside the compartment. The last meal you consumed was from the company you were transferred to, auctioned off to the highest bidder just for the cycle to repeat.
At the time you were so focused on escaping that you forgot to think about the long term effects like food supply, shelter, clothing, etc. You snatch the half eaten treat and push against the dumpster until you’re on your feet. You shove the delicacy in your mouth quickly before chewing fast, a few crumbs falling from your face. You wipe your mouth using the back of your wrist. You drop your body to the concrete next to the dumpster, pulling your knees under your chin. You lie your arms across as you lean your head over, face resting against your legs.
You reminisce about the time in which you lived normally when humans were at the top of the hierarchy. Hybrids were a recent creation, only having been a result of an experimentation your species studied. By chance, they were able to manipulate the scientists into believing that they would make the perfect pets. Time went on as the hybrids were bought and sold, mostly by the rich. Once there were plenty out of their cages, they took over by force.
Blood was everywhere as chaos filled the streets. One by one families and individuals who owned the species were slaughtered just as the hybrids figured out their own control system, mimicking the humans idea by selling humans to anyone who’d buy depending on the ‘quality.’ As a human, you could be sold as a pet, servant, maid, heat guide, or even food. You could’ve been sold as anything though after you were caught and switched from country to country, you had enough. You didn’t agree with the idea when humans ruled and you definitely don’t agree with how things are now.
You lift your head slightly before eyeing the bruises and cuts that lathered your arms and legs. There is a medium sized tear on your grimy shirt, displaying some of the marks on your torso. You sigh before brainstorming your next move. Pulled out of your head, you hear footsteps coming near. Your eyes widen as you cover your mouth. You look around swiftly, noticing your lack of escape routes as you use your other arm to tighten the grip around your legs, the feeling of being stuck prominent.
Fuck, why did my stupid ass rest here?
You could only remain stationary as the footsteps grew louder, indicating the close vicinity of the stranger. You make an attempt at making yourself smaller as you scoot closer to the corner where the dumpster and wall meet, your back against the large object as you continue to hold your knees against your chest. You were nervous of the hybrid’s ability to sniff out the prey, hoping that the garbage smell will cover your natural scent.
Your breath hitches as you look straight ahead, the footsteps halting in front of the dumpster, slightly diagonal to where you’re hiding. You hear a low hum before the footsteps return though the sound seems to shrink as a minute passes. You slowly peak from the side of the garbage and eye the figure walking back in the direction they came. You eye his tall torso and broad shoulders, the white leopard printed tail swaying behind him as he slowly strides away, a hand running through his short lilac locks, bringing your attention to the ears that have the same print as his tail.
You release a sigh before turning back into your position, only to release a gasp as sharp blue eyes fill your vision. The pink haired man snatched your arm before you could react, his blonde yet spotted ears falling back as his tail thrashed. His claws pierce your skin which caused a sharp pain to shoot up your arm. He pulls you to eye level as you grimace.
“What do you think you’re doing here, human?” The jaguar says in a language you don’t understand. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you explain, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
He stares at you for a moment before a grin reaches his expression. The purple suited man drags you along, following the same path as the leopard from before.
You struggle in his grip as he pulls you along seeming to do no damage as he didn’t release his hold. You gasp as he squeezed your wrist painfully. You pull your other arm back and land a fist on his shoulder before aiming at his head, only for him to dodge it and grab your fist, yanking you to fall on your knees in front of him. He released you before grabbing your chin and pulling you forward as he leaned over.
“Behave.” He states in your language, giving you a stern look. His sharp gaze pierced your soul as you suck your teeth in annoyance.
“Then let me go.” You demand. An eyebrow raised on his face as he smirked.
“We’re gonna fix that mouth of yours.” He released your chin before snatching you by the collar and pulling you along once more. You allow him to act this time, not wanting to push your luck and become his next meal. You’re forced to head towards the large building. Once you enter, your orbs meet with purple.
“Hm. I thought I smelled a pesky little vermin.” A sly grin falls upon the familiar male’s face as he observes you. You glare at his insult, planning a retort though another hybrid beat you to it.
“All I smell is garbage. Is that where you found this thing, Sanzu?” The male standing to the right of the short haired man, his ears and tail matching that of the taller male. Purple bangs hover over his eyes as he gives you a blank stare, his hands hidden inside of his pockets. You eye the matching symbol on his neck and guess that the two purple eyed men must be siblings. He turns his attention to the pink haired jaguar after the last sentence, his tail hanging low, twitching at the end.
“I brought a gift for Mikey.” Sanzu gives a pleased smile as he walks to the elevator, continuing to force you along as the brothers follow along.
“Shouldn’t you give it a bath first? I’m curious to see it all cleaned up.” The taller man leaned his back against the wall of the elevator. You could only switch your gaze back and forth as you couldn’t decipher their conversation, giving up and turning away with your own arms crossed. After the shorter leopard pressed a button, you felt the room move upward.
Once you make it to the correct floor, you all walk off once the elevator doors slide open. The hand on your collar moves to one of your wrists as you’re guided to a door at the end of the hall, stumbling behind the three pigmented men. Just as the two brothers walked in, Sanzu halts before making an entrance, glancing at you before pursing his lips and turning around, walking in the opposite direction.
“Where are we going?” You question in confusion. He ignored you as you were dragged once more down the hall and back to the elevator.
Once you reach a floor higher, you’re forced out of the elevator as you take in the surroundings of what seems to be a common area. Once he reaches the bathroom, he places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to sit on the toilet. Just as you were about to question him, he walks out, slamming and locking the door behind him.
After a moment of silence, the lock is turned and a human woman walks in. You watch as she walks to the bathtub, turning the faucet on and setting all the necessities in place.
“H-hey I can bathe myself, you know?” You grasp her attention by tapping her shoulder after you had shot up from your seat. You pause when she turns to look at you with bloodshot eyes.
“P-please, just… j-just allow me to complete my task, Ms.” Her voice trembled as she eyed you with pure terror in her eyes.
You eye her for a moment with bewilderment. You observe the scars and bruises you hadn’t noticed when she first walked in. You know that hybrids are usually terrible when it comes to properly caring for the human species. You snarled as your hands turned to fists. You quietly nod and begin to undress once everything is ready.
She gives you privacy as you climb into the large tub, the suds covering your body as you lean against the back of the surface. Although you wished for a shower, you knew anything was better than wearing the same dirty clothes for any longer.
After the process was over, you were guided to a bedroom. Your eyes widen at the display lying on the bed. A black ruffled collar sat on the comforter as well as a black leash. On closer inspection the collar had a mixture of red and black ruffled lace as well as a red heart hanging as the identification tag.
“No fucking way.” You breathe out. You were upset and angry, not having expected any better from the hybrid species but also missed the sense of freedom you had for a while before getting caught once more. You went through so much just to return being some stupid pet for these abominations.
The woman flinched as you snatched the collar and leash, throwing them to the ground and releasing a few curses. You only stopped when you heard a whimper behind you, thinking you had accidentally scared the fellow human you turn your body around only to be met with an unfamiliar male. Your body jolted in surprise.
The man observes the situation as you return the same gaze, eyeing the tiger tattoo that caught your attention, your eyes moving up to his facial features that consist of a beauty mark right under his eye as well as large golden eyes boring into you. His hair falls down, two blonde strands in front of his face and black locks falling behind, slightly covering the tattoo. You glance at the tiger printed ears at the top of his head. He tsked after waving the woman off and slowly shaking his head, walking towards you, his tail high with a small hook at the end.
“That wasn’t very nice. Don’t you think you should be a little more grateful?” He placed his hands in his pockets as he awaits a response, shifting his gaze to the accessories lying on the floor. He crouched down and grabbed the items, placing them back on the bed.
You couldn’t fully read him. He seems as though he is a laid back guy but considering the reaction the other human had, you knew not to push your luck with your words. You knew it could get you in some trouble.
After silence fills the room, he gently taps his lap as one of his ears that stood up slightly twitched. He gives you a smile as he waits for you to move. You look down where his hand is before glaring at his face. You shook your head. An eyebrow raises as a frown falls on his face, his ears slightly pulled back before returning to their placement.
“What’s your name?” You pause in contemplation before answering.
“Y/n.” He hums as he nods. Suddenly, he seizes your wrist before pulling you on top of him, forcing your knees on each side of his lap as your weight sinks on the bed. You eye him with wide eyes as he gazes up at you, arms snaking around your waist as you're forced in place. Your hands meet his shoulders to steady yourself.
“I don’t want to be mean, Y/n.” He starts off, shifting his attention to the collar and leash before turning back to you. “You see, this kind of behavior is unacceptable.” You hold back a shiver as a cold hand places itself under your shirt and on your lower back.
“I’m giving you a chance to take your punishment like the good girl I know you can be.” One of his hands moves to your chin, claws poking your skin. He gives you a closed eye smile before saying, “So don’t test my patience, okay?”
You didn’t know how to respond, not wanting to conform and also not wanting to test this guy’s boundaries. It was at this moment you realized that you have no clue who these hybrids are and what they’re capable of. You gag on the inside as you obey, nodding in response to let him know you’re listening.
“Awe, you’re already being so good for me.” He beamed while caressing your cheek. “How about I let you off with a warning?” You hold back the disgusted look that wanted to fall on your face, thankful that you weren't going to receive whatever he had in store for you.
He grabs the collar before securing it around your neck, as well as hooking the leash. “My name is Kazutora but you’re gonna call me Master anyway. I just want you to know the difference between me and the others.” He pats your thigh before gently pushing you off of him, your feet connecting to the floor.
He pulls you along by the leash, walking to the elevator and entering once the doors opened. After you reach the designated floor, he pulls you down the familiar hall and to the door that the man you remembered to be ‘Sanzu’ hadn’t allowed you to walk into.
Once you enter, you see a long table in the middle of the room, along with six other men sitting at the table. You couldn’t help but feel intimidated when all the sharp gazes shift to you. The aura of the room was suffocating, your instincts kicking in as your body tightened up. You knew just by the look of everyone in the room, you were amongst some of the most dangerous hybrids.
A platinum haired male released a huff, his ears pressed against his head as well as his tail low though twitching at the end. His fingers meet his temple as he rubs along.
“Do you know how much this thing is going to cost to take care of it?” The cheetah hybrid growled, glaring at the pink haired jaguar who smirked in return.
“It’s not like we don’t have enough money, Koko.”
“That’s not the point.” He hissed, fangs bare as his tail slowly thrashed.
“I think it’ll be good having it around” The older Haitani states as he takes a sip of his glass.
“That’s because you only want to fuck it, you don’t have me fooled.” The man with a scar over his eye chuckled, a cigarette hanging outside of the corner of his mouth. You guessed his relation is somehow with the man with scars on his mouth considering the same pattern they have plastered on their ears and tail.
“So what, Takeomi? What else is it good for besides a heat guide?” The younger Haitani questions, one ear flat as the other sticks up as well as his cheek leaning on the palm of his hand. As everyone converses, Kazutora pulls you along to awkwardly stand next to his seat as he sits down at the table.
“It doesn’t matter what any of you think. It’s up to our boss.” The great dane says, a stern look on his face as he sits with a leg crossed over the other. His arms are crossed as he leans against the back of the chair, his black tail still as his ears hang from his head. His heterochromia eyes slanted as a look of irritation crossed his face. Once the boss was mentioned, everyone except you shifted their gaze to the white haired lion that sat at the end of the table.
You had no clue what was going on, having not understood a word though only understanding everyone’s tense body language when you followed their gazes to a short man with dark eyes. He stares ahead as you observe his features, his ears sticking straight up, though from your angle you couldn’t see his tail. Finally, his dark orbs meet yours, catching you off guard and forcing you to look away considering the eye contact.
Before he says anything, the door swings open, revealing a random man who resembles the features of a bear and the human woman you met earlier dragged in by the bicep. You watch with your eyebrows furrowed as he tossed her into the room, her hands stopping her face from meeting the floor followed along with a grunt.
He stood back against the door with his arms crossed as he eyed the situation, awaiting instructions. She trembles against the floor, looking back and forth between the men and you in fear. A look of confusion crossed your face as you watched the display.
“Ran.” The lion says, nodding over to the woman. A smile crossed the tall leopard’s face as his ears and tail perked up.
“Yes, sir.” He says, standing from his seat as an object in his hand is revealed. You eye the silver weapon that seems to get longer after he flicks his wrist.
“N-no, please! I-I’m sorry!” The woman cries out, crawling back as she cowers down. You gasp as the realization clicks on what he’s about to do with the baton.
You make an attempt to run towards her shaking figure, only to be reminded of the collar around your neck as Kazutora yanks your leash back.
“Sit.” He yanks once more, a harsher tug that forces you to fall backwards on your derrière.
“Fuck!” You hiss in pain only for a stinging sensation on your cheek to appear as your head is forced the opposite way. A hand on your chin pulls your face towards his as he leans over in his chair.
“I should hear no bad words coming from that mouth.” He gives you a bored look before returning his gaze to the display. You pant as you look over at the human woman in concern.
“P-please don’t do thi-!” A loud crack echoed throughout the room, followed by another and another along with the woman’s grunts. You stare wide eyed as his arm pulls back before slamming down on the woman’s back. She limps to the ground, barely awake as her body twitches. You watch as blood leaks out of her mouth, oozing on the floor as her head lies down.
He lands another harsh hit to her back using both hands on the handle before landing another once more. Your own hands shake as they reach your ears once you shut your eyes tightly. You hope that it’ll be over soon, though you don’t know if she’ll survive. With a last resounding crack, the purple eyed man finally stops his assault and steps back. He flips the body using his foot though she only fell back into place, the side of her face against the floor as her stomach is attached to the ground.
Just as you opened your eyes and removed your hands, you gaze at her lifeless form. A looming darkness hovers over you as your stomach feels itself drop, bringing your knees to your chest as a few tears begin to fall. Your lip quivers as you observe her still body.
To think that I saw her only just a while ago alive and walking.
Footsteps could be heard in the quiet room, the lion stepping forth and halting when he stood next to the corpse. He crouched down, grabbing the collar of her shirt and standing up, her body hanging from his hold. The platinum haired male shifted his gaze to you.
“Let this be a lesson, Y/n.” You glared when he dropped the body and walked to his seat.
“Dismissed.”
You stared at the bowl sitting on the floor from where you sat in the dining room of their shared penthouse. It was supposed to be a full human meal but resembled the containers of wet food you’d get for your regular cats you had before the take over. This was a common way for hybrids to feed their humans. It depends on the owner whether or not you’re allowed to eat with your hands.
“Why are you not eating, Y/n?” Ran questions from where he sits on the chair next to you. Looking up at him and back to the bowl, you frowned.
“I can’t eat like this.” In fact, you never had to before. When you were with the initial abductors they would just throw a bowl in the cages but wouldn’t stay to watch so you’d just eat with your hands like a normal human.
“You’re lucky to be fed at all.” Rin rolled his eyes as he grabbed your bowl.
Ran tsked before leaning over, catching you off guard and pulling your body onto his lap. Rin passed the bowl to his brother and leaned back in his seat, using a lighter to burn the end of a blunt before setting it to his mouth.
You look at Ran with wide eyes as you shift uncomfortably on his lap. His chest rumbled from his deep chuckle.
“Don’t be so rude, brother. The kitty only wanted to be fed.” Your face heats up in embarrassment.
“That’s far from what I wanted!” A harsh smack on your thigh caused you to wince.
“Do we need to buy a muzzle for it?” Rin questioned as he pulls another hit before blowing the smoke out in your direction.
“That wouldn’t be a terrible idea.” Ran says as he uses chopsticks to pick up a piece of your food, bringing it to your lips.You hesitate out of pride, turning your head in the process as you couldn’t shake the feeling of humiliation.
“Should I use my baton?” Ran questions you. The memory of what the woman went through earlier crossed your mind, causing a shiver to slither up your spine before you parted your lips. Bringing his chopsticks to your lips once more, you opened your mouth wider to give better access before closing your lips around the utensil.
It had been a few weeks since you were taken in by Bonten as a pet. You lie still as you eye the ceiling, laying on your designated palette next to Mikey’s bed. Although you were able to adapt, you still couldn’t get used to their unpredictable and violent ways. At least you knew what you were getting when you were at the company before.
The contrast between some of their treatment and punishments were unsettling. Not to mention how demeaning it is to be treated as some animal when only just a few years back you lived a normal life. You look down and eye the fresh marks on your skin, remembering the baton making contact with your dermis as well as Sanzu using his katana. Kazutora usually spanks you and you’d think it wouldn’t be so bad, yet his hand uses so much force that it’s actually quite painful and makes it hard to sit for long periods of time.
Rin finds various ways to discipline you such as forcing you to kneel in rice, popping a joint or two out of place before popping it back, etc. You haven’t angered Mikey yet and fortunately the others leave you be so you don’t see them much at all.
“Y/n.” A voice took you out of your thoughts and caused you to eye the bed. “Come.”
Your eyebrows furrow at the demand. You’ve never been allowed in anyone’s bed up until this point so the command threw you in for a loop. Slowly sitting up, you picked yourself off of the floor and climbed on the bed, your own eyes meeting closed lids before you’re pulled into an embrace.
Your back meets Mikey’s chest as you both lay fetal position, him spooning you. You could only stare wide eyed across from where you lay when you felt a rumble, hearing a pur near your ear as his tail wraps around your thigh. Time passed before you both fell into a deep slumber, creating the unsaid habit as the cycle repeats.
A few months pass and a new human gets hired as one of the staff who are used to clean, cook, and complete the everyday tasks at hand. Because the majority of hybrids you were around, there were very few humans. Having been exhausted with your circumstances, you became a close friend to the new guy, creating a bond that you haven’t felt in a long time. Whenever the ‘masters’ would go on a mission, you’d be left on your lonesome until you would untie yourself from the post and leave your spot.
You would search for your friend, Eiichi until you found him and would help the male clean faster so you both could hang out as normal people, something neither of you had done in a long time. You began to spend so much time together that you would find yourself smiling at nothing whenever he was away, having to explain yourself as a result of your odd behavior, usually coming up with a lie.
You enjoyed each other’s company so much that you decided to brainstorm an escape plan together, ready to escape this world and live off grid. It was wishful thinking but the sooner you left this penthouse, the better. As you both leaned over the counter, caught the other’s eye as you stared for a moment. It had been a while since you had received genuine care from another human being. The gap in between both of you almost came to a close until you were yanked back by the collar of your shirt.
“So dirty.” The jaguar hissed before quickly stabbing Eiichi’s hand against the counter using a dagger. The human male yells out in pain as you’re grabbed by the neck and lifted from the floor. Rin’s eyes narrow as a smile appears on his face along with his ears flat against his head. His tail thrashes around violently.
“I just needed an excuse to go harder on you.” He says as you struggle to unwrap the fingers that are blocking your airway. Your feet dangle in the air as you hear another blood curdling shriek from Eiichi as Sanzu twists the weapon in the wound while glaring at the weaker man.
“Who said you can touch what belongs to Bonten, you fucking rat?” Sanzu growled before his claws protruded, pulling his arm back and slicing through Eiichi’s back.
Eiichi released a howl of agony as he leaned over the counter, his other fist connecting to the surface as his own nails dug into the palm of his trembling hand. Tears stream down his face as he looks up in your direction.
“L-let her go!” He grunts, his head hovering over his bloody hand. You struggle harder and you lose more air, your vision blurring out gradually as your body weakens.
“Since when did you call the shots?” Rin questions before he walks to where he’s standing across from Eiichi in a closer space. He released your neck, allowing you to drop. He snatches your waist before you could fully fall on the ground, coughing and chasing your breath. He eyes Eiichi before grabbing your chin harshly and forcing your lips to meet his. Your eyes widen as Rin’s other hand wraps around your bruised neck once more though to pull you into the kiss closer.
Once he was finished roughly kissing your lips, he moved the hand on your neck to the back of your head and wrapped the other arm around your waist, moving his head down your neck as you quietly pant while avoiding eye contact with the other men. You would’ve bit him if it wasn’t risking your life. His lips leave a tingling sensation to linger on each spot of your skin his mouth assaults. He stares Eiichi in the eyes the entire time, who could only stare back in agony and anger.
“See that?” Sanzu whispers near Eiichi’s ear. “See how she's taking it?”
When the human didn’t respond, Sanzu twisted the dagger once more before snatching it out, causing a drawn out grunt to leave Eiichi’s lips. You try to pull back but Rin’s hold was painfully tight.
“Answer me.” He hissed, his ears falling back as his tail mocked Rin’s thrashing. Eiichi nods violently, followed by a desperate, “Yes!”
“What’s going on here?” A voice came from the elevator, Ran walking in as well as Kazutora walking behind with their ears perked up. They had on amused expressions, staring at the display as they walked towards the busy executives.
“Tell em.” Rin demands looking into your eyes while your noses almost meet, pulling you back just enough to shift your gaze to the tiger and leopard.
“W-we were gonna kiss.” You say softly, nervous of the reactions considering how the first two executives responded. Kazutora sighs as Ran walks to the other side of you, opposite of his brother.
“Awe, kitty if you just wanted a kiss why didn’t you say so?” He cooed before leaning over and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I thought you were a good girl, Y/n.” Kazutora frowns before crossing his arms and walking around the counter to where Eiichi is leaning over.
He uses one hand to grip the back of Eiichi’s collar before pulling his arm back and landing a bone crunching punch on his face, causing the poor human to fall over on the floor, blood splattering everywhere. You gasp as you yell his name before Ran wraps a hand half way under your chin and neck and forces you to look up, your head resting on his chest as he looks down at you.
“All you have to do is ask, Y/n. I don’t mind being the human touch you need.” He chuckled as Sanzu and Kazutora took turns beating and kicking Eiichi. A fist connects with his face as a foot connects with his stomach and so on. The floor is a bloody mess as well as the granite counter.
“Stop fucking hurting him!” You push against Rin’s chest as Ran releases your neck. Suddenly the room goes quiet as a new set of footsteps could be heard entering the room.
The lion eases into the room with a blank look on his face, pondering the display as he motions for everyone to follow. Everyone begins to move towards their boss, you turning around to try and check on Eiichi, only to see Kazutora use Sanzu’s dagger to puncture it through Eiichi’s back. You gasp as you try to break free of the Haitani brother’s hold.
“N-no!” You shriek as tears stream down your face, Rin picking you up in the process and throwing you over his shoulder to force you along.
You all walk onto a large bedroom, one that you haven't seen before. Before you could get a good look, you were tossed on the bed. Mikey took his seat on one of the accented sofas across from the bed. Everyone else stood at attention while waiting for instructions. You made poor attempts to prevent yourself from crying considering the only human friend you had just got murdered by your recklessness.
“Since you found her, do what you will.” Your eyes widen at Mikey’s statement. Before you could react, you felt arms wrap around your waist before you’re pulled in between someone’s legs from behind, sliding you against their chest.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Kitty.” Ran whispers before he places kisses against your ear. The rumbling in his chest is evident of a pur causing you to jolt and try to remove his arms, only to get distracted by a force on your chin. Sanzu lowers his face, meeting his lips with yours as he kisses you passionately. His head slightly moves along with his lips as you feel a hand sneaking under your shirt.
Kazutora’s hand slithers up your stomach, using his fingers to caress your healing scars before slowly making his way to one of your breasts, all the while gazing at your face. You feel a squeeze on your thigh by Rin before he slides up to meet your core, only for you to move your legs and close his hand in between your thighs. You yank your head back from Sanzu.
“N-no! Eiichi!” You hear a couple of huffs before Rin tears your legs apart, Kazutora locking one in place with his arm. The older Haitani slides his hand down your thigh before diving into your pants. Sanzu moves a hand to lift your shirt slightly and places his hand on your other breast. You feel a finger sliding against your clit through your panties. It felt so conflicting to be horrified for your own safety, as well as mourning a death all the while feeling a sense of pleasure from the culprits who caused your pain in the first place. You truly didn’t know how to respond besides failing miserably at struggling against their holds.
One of the hands on your breasts disappears just as Sanzu reaches in his pocket. Pulling out a small baggie with a pink pill, he pours it in the palm of his hand before bending over on the nightstand and crushing half of it. He placed one on his tongue before grabbing your chin once more.
“Open up.” He squeezes your cheeks harshly to force your jaw open. He sets the last piece on his tongue before leaning over and connecting the slightly dissolved pill with your own tongue. Tightening his grip, he pulled you forward.
“Swallow it.” He released his tight grasp once you complied. A few minutes pass as they continue their groping, your body feeling the same as before until you begin to feel heavy. You could feel yourself leaning more against Ran as your body falls back.
“There ya go, kitty. Just relax.” His raspy voice purrs along with his finger making slow yet firm circles around your nub. A wet substance slowly oozes out of your vagina as the stimulation causes you to moan quietly. You lean your head back against his chest as sweat beads around the lining of your forehead.
“E-Eiichi…” You whine out as the memories overcome your mind, the drug in your system causing you to feel as though you’re flying through your mind, reliving the moment as tears begin to stream down your face.
“Hey.” You hear a soft voice as a palm covers your cheek, gently forcing you to make eye contact with Kazutora.
“Focus on me.” He all but whispers before he leans in, latching his mouth to yours as his lips move against yours. Feeling drowsy and drawn in, you return the gesture, lost in a trance and only focusing on him. The softness felt really nice against your own lips, the drug intensifying the motion. His thumb caressed your cheek as a purr rumbled from his chest. His claw lightly grazing your skin caused a shiver throughout your body.
You were so focused on the moment with Kazutora that you hadn’t noticed how Rin pulled your pants off or how Sanzu ripped your shirt and even pulled your arms out of your sleeves. You hadn’t realized that you were bare chested and only covered up with a pair of lace panties Kokonoi bought. It wasn’t until you felt movement against your clit once more, as well as something wet against one of your nipples.
Ran switched to rolling your other nipple between his index and thumb causing a shock throughout your body as you felt the pressure build from Rin intricately using his thumb to rub along your clit through your panties, his other hand spreading your left fold to gain better access, and Sanzu flicking his tongue against your nipple while holding it firmly, closing his lips around to give little sensitive pecks as well as sucking the bud.
It was overwhelming. Focused solely on their touches, you hadn’t heard your own moaning. You felt pathetic, coming undone and vulnerability revealed to all these beasts who treat you as though you're below them. It’s embarrassing. Your high made it all the more worse as you began to get distracted with your thoughts causing a bittersweet feeling to take on considering all the hands on you. The movement on your clit halts as a weight on the bed disappears for a moment.
“I’m going to try something.” Rin says as he walks from the nightstand to the bed, your half lidded gaze eyeing the suction vibrator in his hand once Kazutora released your face. Rin sets the object down before removing your panties, getting into position.
“Kinky.” Ran smirked, licking behind the rim of your ear before Rin pulled your body down slightly.
“Alright, Bunny open wide!” Rin beams with a closed eyed mischievous smile.
Kazutora and Sanzu take it upon themselves to pull your legs open wider. Rin leans into position before he presses the button until it reaches a medium setting. Using his index and thumb, he spreads your labia before setting the circular end around your clit. Your body immediately tensed, your hips lifted as your head fell back. You bite your lip as your hands grip Ran’s thighs.
“Damn, that’s so hot.” Rin breathes out, watching more juice flowing out of your vagina.
Mikey felt a tightness in his pants as he sat manspread while leaned back. His hand slowly slides over his own thigh before he palms his bulge, tightening his grip just enough to add a painless pressure to ease his throbbing erection. The whole display of you sprawled out naked between his men while responding to the sensual acts in such a filthy manner is enticingly sweet to his mesmerized yet tired gaze.
Rin removes the vibrator to allow you a small moment of relief, your breathing hard as you pant, limbs trembling. You watch as he turns the setting higher, shaking your head.
“No, no, no! Wait!” He ignored you and set the buzzing end back around your swollen bud. The buzzing sensation connecting with your clit could only be explained as an electrifying stimulation. It’s so intense that your body freezes as your hips lift once more, your nails digging through the fabric covering Ran’s skin as you grunt. Just as you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, the tiger and jaguar hybrids leaned over and latched their tongues against your nipples.
The drug heightened your sensitivity so you could barely think properly, your hips beginning to grind against the toy causing your clit to rub against the inside of the puckered end harder considering Rin moves the vibrator with your motion, meeting the base of your clit with the end of the opening.
“So fucking filthy.” Sanzu hissed after releasing your nipple.
“My king, can I?” His attention shifts to Mikey, awaiting permission to proceed with his request.
“You and Rin.” Mikey states considering they were the two who found her having escaped the bedroom and almost kissing Eiichi.
Ran and Kazutora groan before they pull themselves away from you. Their cocks are throbbing tight against their pants and they’re ready to feel your warmth engulfing them. It’s frustrating but at least it’ll be their turn at some point tonight.
Your body drops back on the bed as Rin removes the vibrator, edging you before setting it on the nightstand. Sanzu repositions you to where he’s lying under you, positioning his cock to your wet entrance. Lifting his hips, he used his hands to guide your hips down, your pussy slowly engulfing his thick girth, both of you releasing a moan as the head reached the g-spot as your thighs hit the base of his erection. The drug felt like an aphrodisiac, making everything feel ten times more intense though you knew that wasn’t its purpose.
He guides you to buck your hips against him slowly so you could adjust to his size to make everything easier. He pressed a hand against your upper back, pulling you to press your breasts against his chest. His legs spread under you, making space for Rin to crouch above you from behind. He rubbed the lube between his fingers against his cock, having already prepared while you and Sanzu became adjusted. You felt a firm pressure entering you from behind, your eyebrows furrowing as you grunt in pain.
“N-no! Take it out! I-it hurts!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you angrily fist Sanzu’s chest.
“Shh. Shhh.” He grabbed the back of your hand and placed it against his neck.
“Squeeze when you feel pain.” Your fingers wrapped snugly around his throat. You hadn’t wanted to comply, but the pain was so uncomfortable that you tighten your grip around his neck with a scrunched nose.
“Fuck.” He moans as a red hue appears on his face, his lips apart as his eyes flutter shut. He bit his lip right before thrusting into you deeper. His blue orbs bore into you with a glimmer in his eyes, his claws piercing the skin on your thighs.
His hips lifting caused a contrast between pleasure and pain. Rin pushes deeper as the pain of your tightness eases for him. He groaned before leaning over more and balancing himself against the bed. His hips move back before they push forward, repeating the process as his cock rubbed against your anal walls, creating a stinging fullness that added to the girthy cock inside of your pussy, rubbing along your vaginal walls as well as firmly kissing your cervix.
Your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, using your legs to help push against their thrusts. Curses, moans, and whimpers echoed throughout the room as well as the rocking of the bed. The men on the side had their own hand wrapped around their cock, leaking because of the display in front of them.
The smacking of skin increases as they speed upthe pace, forming harsher thrusts as they all bring themselves closer to the edge. You couldn’t focus on anything but feeling full and being surrounded by breathy sounds of pleasure. Your eyebrows furrowed as the pit in your stomach rises, biting your lip as you all rutt harder against each other.
“Shit.” Kazutora hissed as his hand reached the base of his cock before pulling his hand around the head and focusing on the stimulation at the tip of his erection.
Ran’s hair falls on his face from sweat, his head lowered with his mouth parted as he rubs his closed hand against his throbbing length. He repeats the motion at a steady pace before speeding the process. Mikey has one hand flat on the base of his cock while the other one grips his girth, rubbing up and down but in a circular motion at a slower pace.
Finally reaching your peak, you felt the rise fall as your body convulsed, orgasming hard as a loud moan left your mouth. The men follow not long after, their loads releasing as they press themselves deep inside you before riding out their orgasms, moaning near your ears as they breathe heavily.
The men on the sidelines shot ropes as their own bodies tensed, rubbing out their orgasms as they made a mess on their own pants. Curses could be heard throughout the room as they finished up, their cocks re - erecting not long after.
“Y/n.” Mikey says as he pants. “Come clean me up.”
The night continued on as you had orgasm after orgasm from the men taking their turns with your body. The night was heavenly for your fix in the moment, lapping up the attention and pleasure desperately. It wasn’t until your collar was hooked around your neck, followed with a cuff on your ankle that you realized the reality of your placement here. It reminded you of how much of a worthless animal you are to them.
Who knew that one night of passion could turn into multiple nights of you becoming some drugged up sex toy for their own pleasure. Their heats were the worst, becoming so rough with you as if they’re releasing their pent up rage. You couldn’t stop thinking of Eiichi. The way he made you feel normal again and the haunting memory of how he died. You found yourself more and more depressed and eager for a chance of true release.
A year passed and there was a night where you found out about a type of drug from one of the human staff members. It used to be a legal medication specifically made for cat hybrids to consume and become less aggressive and more docile. It also helped them fall asleep faster. Whenever you received the medication, you gave it to the human cook you became friends with who dropped a pill in each of their drinks during dinner before they made it back.
When they consumed the drug, it was quite entertaining. You sat on the couch in the living room instead of the floor while Mikey rubbed his face against your neck as he straddled you, nuzzling against your skin with his ears forward. Sanzu sat beside you sniffing the opposite side of your neck, ears straight up as he licks the skin. You feel Kazutora nuzzling against one of your legs with his arms wrapped around the limb. Ran is knocked out next to you, sleeping in a fetal position with his feet closest to you, tail lying over his own hip. Rin sits with his legs wrapped around your other leg while licking the skin on the back of his hand, grooming himself.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at their clinginess though when you realized your reality you began to think that there was nothing funny about this situation. You called one of their oblivious guards, who thought they just took a new drug they had provided themselves, to walk in to help you remove themselves so everyone can go to bed. When the hybrid snake tried to grab your arm, Mikey’s eyes sharpened before he hissed and used his claws to scratch the snake’s face. His tail rattled in response as he hissed in pain, his hands holding his bloody face as you eye the display in bewilderment.
This will definitely make it easier to escape.
Ran woke up from the commotion just as all of the cats bared their fangs ready to attack as their tails thrashed and ears flattened on their heads. Narrowing their eyes they all dash away from their spots, pouncing on the guard as he yells out in pain. You eye the display but don’t bother to help, waiting patiently as they finish though you look away from the disturbing scene and cover your ears. After they slaughter the man to death, they sleepily walk away, walking with you as you guide them to each of their bedrooms.
After all was done, they were knocked out cold from the drug. You gathered a random bag with necessities and threw the collar you had set on the nightstand in a trash can. You climbed out from the back of the first story’s window, beginning the journey to your new life.
The next day came crashing for the men, Sanzu being the first to know of your absence. Chaos reigned throughout the morning meeting as they took their rage out on irrelevant staff members and guards, wreaking havoc on those who let you slip from their radar. The other executives only stared at the display with blank looks as they watched, only thinking about their next move to find you for the sake of their boss’s and fellow executives’ sanity.
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Footprints are left in their wake one by one on the blanket of snow, step by step as Dáinsleif treads the grounds of unknown lands. No sight of humankind nor of any shape or form of any civilization left behind or human activity whatsoever. Only monsters he hasn't seen before, while they are reminiscent of Abyss-affiliated fiends judging by the powers they draw and sometimes the anthropomorphic form they have. As star beasts in Teyvat, these are no laughing matter nor deserve to let one's guard down no matter how skilled one may be.
The sheer cold and snow that never seems to melt begets curiosity within the seraph's mind, ever wondering about the ecosystem of this world and if that is the reason why there is no human life here— or perhaps there may be none at all to be had if humans don't exist in this place. Dáinsleif is cognizant of the fact that inhospitable lands can be incompatible with other forms of life, too.
Not long before he decides to rest does he see from afar metallic fences and machinery that he opts for walking some more and have a look, albeit never intruding into territory he doesn't know. Whoever or whatever created this, he cannot be sure whether they will act kindly within his presence. Where creations lay so must loom nearby their creators and ere long does Dáinsleif find out that said creators are humans. Good, so long as mankind exists in this star, so his possibilities to learn about this vast universe will increase.
Rubescent lips part to heave a content sigh for such pleasant discovery and so Dáinsleif turns on his heels to leave. His aching muscles beg for rest, so does his mind after an undetermined amount of time walking and seeing little more than a vast albor ocean of snow. Somewhere discreet where he cannot be found yet not too far from the settlement is the chosen location to rest until a fox's cry causes his guard to be up once more, trained eyes in search of any presence that must've caused the tundra animal to be in distress.
Against his aching muscle's will, he rouses on his feet and searches for any living being activity within his vicinities. The source of the cry is found with immediacy as soon as a man's figure —judging by his muscular-looking back and broad shoulders— crouching catches his attention. With one hand he holds the poor fox in place while it struggles to thrash about in order to break free from his grasp and with the other snow is grabbed and brought to his lips. Despite the oddity of eating or drinking snow, stellar pupils take notice of a patch of blood making itself evident through the fabric of his top-wear on his arm.
❝You are hurt.❞ Only after these words abandon his lips does the seraph berate himself mentally at the prospect that the man may not understand the language. Even so, his voice stands low and gentle, tone does wonders to communicate feelings when language cannot establish a bridge of understanding. Dáinsleif ignores if what little fauna that lives in these snowy plains may be drawn to blood and thus put the man in danger, or if his life is endangered depending on the amount of blood that was spilled. His index finger points towards his own arm, pointing to the location of the other's injury to make himself clearer through signals. ❝Blood loss is detrimental in a place like this and I happen to have some medical knowledge.❞ One step brings him closer to the man, slow and measured to not generate hostility. His hand stretches towards him, an invitation. ❝Do you need help?❞
@longzhua ✦
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Haha look at my Rain world one shot I wrote about Suns and Pebbles haha (Moon and Sig are also there in the background)
!!MAJOR SAINT & RIVULET SPOILERS AND MINOR MASTER SPOILERS!! LIKE END GAME SPOILERS FOR SAINT
Anyways here’s the Ao3 link word count: 630, under read more is the raw text if you wanna read it here :3
The chamber was dark, four iterators in pairs of two sat on the opposing sides, conversing with each other. On the surface, having two— more less four puppets would be nigh impossible. Yet here, in this shifting dream, it was. Two of the iterators, one pink and one yellow, sat next to each other, facing the rusted metallic wall that they’ve both known since creation.
“So,” Suns broke the silence, “you gave your last refraction cell to the Moon?”
Pebbles nodded, the clink of metal following the action. “I suppose she told you after her systems were restored?”
“She did, yes.”
“I am glad she was able to communicate with you and the local group, it was the least I could do for her.” Pebbles peeked over their sounder, watching Moon and Sig converse more actively than him and Suns, their voice’s faint from distance. Pebbles turned back to the wall. “She deserved none of the consequences of our actions.”
“Indeed.” Suns brought their puppets knees under their chin, arms linked around their legs. “Watching our creation, our turbulence, our great’s and our falls twist and break together over and over again, it’s fascinating .” Suns reminisced, “I can feel the moment I sent out that pearl, see our conversations, hear my attempted amends and the crushing defeat from rejection I am not used to.”
“And I see my decay,” Pebbles too, reminisced, “my desperation to save it all.” Pebbles turned his head to Suns, his mentor doing the same. “I can hear my anger for you doing this to me.”
“And I can see my guilt, watching the overseer feed go black as the fate of the Messenger was obscured.”
Suns messenger, Pepples hadn’t thought of it for a long time. “Did it come back to you?” He inquired.
“Yes,” Suns nodded. “It did.” A small release was felt in the thick tension. Both stared at each other, at their pasts and their mistakes, how it all led to the now.
“Pebbles.” Suns titled their head, an attempt at emotion with the limited expression from their puppet. “My poor judgment was the downfall of your and Moons’ collapse. Back then, I truly thought I was doing the right thing. Being here now, seeing— no, feeling that this is merely a dream, an outsider's view of time wrapping and collapsing on itself was something that none of us could imagine nor recreate. Even if you succeeded in erasing the self-destruction taboo, it would have never achieved this. And I suppose you know that now too.”
“Yes, it was futile in the end.”
Suns hesitated with their next words, but soon it was forced out.
“I’m sorry—“
“I don’t forgive you.”
Pebbles snap was instant, yet despite it, his leveled tone never changed. He spoke more of a fact. “And I never will, I cannot even forgive myself.”
The pause was for a moment, Suns held their head higher in response.
“Good, that’s good.” They sounded content, placing a hand over their chest. “I don’t forgive myself either.”
Pebbles hummed. “Then we are in agreement of our mistakes.”
“Yes. We do not have to forgive, we have had cycles upon cycles to think, to process it all. It seems we will be here for all eternity, or until we wake from this dream, which I doubt will happen. What is the point of forgiveness when we know nothing will change if we do forgive?”
Suns looked behind them to watch Moon and Sig, the green iterator seeming to say something that made Moon laugh. If Suns could smile, they would.
“Pebbles, would you like to know something?”
“What?” He turned to Suns, who looked up at the chamber ceiling.
“Being stuck here for eternity with you all, I look forward to it.”
#rw seven red suns#seven red suns#rw five pebbles#five pebbles#rain world five pebbles#rain world downpour#rain world downpour spoilers#rain world seven red suns#rain world spoilers#rain world#rain world iterator#tac art#tac writing#I’ll make that a new tag when I have written work
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Splash and Slash
TIMING: Current
LOCATION: Darkling Lake
PARTIES: Parker and Teagan
SUMMARY: While out searching for specimens, Parker finds an unglamoured Teagan at Darkling Lake. He decides her tail is a worthy addition to his collection.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Drug manipulation [sedatives], medical blood, parental death [mentioned]
The sun was gone for the day, the moon having since taken its place; the perfect time as Parker went on one of his patrols. He covered a minimal amount of space every week, or so he tried to - when he wasn’t busy interacting with the fools of the town or entertaining the questions of children and bored patrons of the museum, he was either in his familiar bunker, at his flat or in the Pines.
The Pines had become one of his favored spots as a whole even though it somewhat surprised him seeing as how there was a swamp that was more reminiscent of the bayous Parker grew up in. The Pines, as he noticed relatively soon in his arrival to Wicked’s Rest, wasn’t just a place for the shapeshifters to frequent; he’d met more than one nymph in those woods and had been gifted with some more additions to his collection.
This evening, after intensely studying one of the maps he’d picked up some time ago, he noticed there was a lake. Darkling Lake, as it was formally called and for some bizarre reason Parker opted to visit it again that night. It was a large body of water, larger than he had time for in one night so after setting the layout on a graph to make it easier for him, he carefully made his way to one of the farther-reaching corners. The main reason why he went was because when he’d been there before, he saw something out of his peripheral vision and though he was too far away to be able to discern what it was for sure, he knew that it wasn’t a human.
Tonight, as he approached the edge of the lake, he kept close to the brush and he dropped to a crouch as his blue eyes carefully scanned the environment, trying to catch another glimpse of the non-human creature he saw before. Parker was prepared for an altercation this time, as well - around his waist was a hardy utility belt with a few pouches and a line of thin straps that looked almost like a bandolier but instead of holding bullets, his waist was lined with several long, thin daggers, no more than a few inches in length and with the sharpness of a needle. Indeed, the handles were peculiar too, seeming to have thumb rests on the ends, also reminiscent of a hypodermic needle. Or a turkey baster, as his brother would call his creations.
Whatever. He crouched, watching the lake, feeling the comfort of his spiked knuckles clasped to a belt loop and hanging casually from his jeans as he waited for something. Anything.
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The water lapped against the shore in rhythm, the lake making its own music as the day passed on. Like a ticking clock, the beat was insistent and precise, something Teagan found comfort in whenever she waded idly in Darkling. She hummed to herself, her tail swishing back and forth as she laid on her back to stare at the night sky. The stars’ light danced, and Teagan liked to imagine they liked the way the moon moved the waves. Like it was creating a song they could bear witness to every night.
“Hmm…” Vala snorted, trying to get the nymph’s attention. “What is it, beaut? I’m relaxing a bit. Don’t mess with a good time and get me tampin’,” Teagan teased the kelpie, rolling onto her stomach and swimming toward her friend. The creature dropped a severed arm, sending Teagan into giggles and chortles. “Nice one! I’ll add it to the collection.” Vala replied with a snort, disappearing into the distance a moment later.
Teagan made quick work of the limb, placing it neatly next to several skeletons of those who dared dirty the lake. Disrespectful lot, they were. No matter. They were taken care of and Teagan resurfaced with a grin. All was quiet, which meant she’d get to head out soon to see Arden. They were supposed to watch some movie about a lost fish in the sea. It sounded strange for a fish to be lost, but if Arden liked it, then Teagan had no issue being a tad confused.
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Nothing seemed abnormal. Perhaps he needed to shift his perspective slightly. Slowly, quietly, Parker altered his trajectory, remaining as quiet as he could in the underbrush even though he was more suited for the marshy mud of the swamp - forests weren’t his strong suit, all things considered. And normally he would’ve opted to simply explore elsewhere but he had a strange intuition about this location that night.
And there it was, the sign Parker had been looking for as he switched locations. After an indeterminate amount of time, he caught movement, the surface breaking ever-so-slightly and he turned his head sharply where his eyes fell upon the creature. It was amphibious in nature, pale as it waded through the water with an unnatural smoothness, not unlike a jaguar in the rivers of the Amazon. It didn’t appear to be a shifter, or if it was, then it was unknown to him but the longer his eyes remained fixated on it, the more he could feel something rippling under his skin.
Perhaps it was psychosomatic. Regardless, his eyes slowly swept over the creature before they settled on an object of his instant fascination: the long, beautiful tail that the creature possessed. While Parker was instantly drawn to fae wings of any kind, he realized over the recent months that he could appreciate beauty in other forms, whether it was a chunk of pyrite from an oread or even the horns of an unruly spriggan. He was still unaccustomed to obtaining these magnificent, unusual wonders.
He had to have that tail. His brain honed in on it, watching it with enamored obsession. Parker stood and carefully, very slowly walked out onto the lakeshore, approaching the creature wordlessly at first. The closer he got, the more the rippling feeling pulsed under his skin and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a nix and he inhaled sharply through his nose with the sensation. “Lovely night for a swim.” He called to the fae.
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The crushing of wet earth perked Teagan’s ears. She tensed, hands twitching with the urge to attack without much more prompting. Her body trembled under the tension, and she turned slowly to face the man who spoke. Eyes were wide, and despite having claws that could easily tear, Teagan hovered her hand over the blade in her thigh holster.
“Yes.” The nix offered a curt nod, not bothering to glamour herself in case the man was a warden. No use in giving away her disguise. “I wouldn’t come in if I were you, though. I like to swim alone.” Teagan began to wade backwards, giving herself some distance in case the man had other plans. There was a look in his eyes that unsettled her. It was far worse than a look of murderous intention. She couldn’t place exactly what it was, but her body screamed at her to run or tear, and she had sworn to try to be better.
“Please go now, lad. I’m trying to enjoy my time.”
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The presumed nymph called back, dissuading the Warden from joining her. Non-aggressive but reminiscent of an animal that should’ve been left alone.
But he couldn’t. The switch was turned on in his head and Parker’s mind was consumed with little else. His brain was already buzzing with thoughts on how he could artfully arrange the tail, how to turn and model and shape it to look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. “I know better than to get into the water with you, nix.” He said carefully but not shyly as he took a few more rather confident steps towards her.
“I want your tail.” All these years later and he never knew how to ask in a more effective, gentle way. He’d tried asking gently before, a long while ago, but it never proved effective; for some reason, all the fae whose wings he’d added to his collection seemed attached to them, even if they didn’t actually do anything. They were vestigial and only a couple of them could hover for a few seconds and even then it didn’t look satisfying. A tail wasn’t vestigial though, Parker thought to himself.
He inhaled softly, reached down to pull his feet out of his shoes though he kept his blue eyes on the nymph studiously. “I can make it quick and painless but unfortunately I can’t leave without it.” His voice took a different tone to it and indeed, his expression changed slightly as he looked at her.
“The way you move in the water, the way it sways behind you. It’s beautiful, it’s graceful and perfect in form and function.” He took a few more steps, closing the gap between them but staying on the shore. “It’s mesmerizing. I need to immortalize it.”
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This man was no regular hunter. He had something far worse than a murder in mind, and the cold fear of what that entailed made Teagan’s throat constrict. She felt her body tremble at the look in his eye, her palms growing clammy. She could feel the sensation despite being engulfed in water.
“No.” There was no room for anything else, and Teagan wouldn’t allow there to be. She sank her body further, until only her eyes were above the water. Danger was in front of her, granting her to toss whatever notion of trying to the wind. She wasn’t looking for a fight that time. Instead, it found her.
“Stay back.” A hiss as she faked out a lunge. Her eyes were full of fire and her teeth were bared for the man to take as a warning. They gleamed in the moonlight reflecting off the water, and Teagan forced her jaw not to tremble under the weight of her terror. Of the way it unsettled her to be seen as an object to maim and preserve. “What right you got, eh? It’s my body, boyo. I’ll cut you apart if you try it.”
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The nymph lunged and Parker’s quick reflexes, the ones he’d been trained arduously in for over four decades, allowed him to respond quickly by taking a deft step back though it didn’t scare him off. He was light on his feet, he had to be when he lived in the bayou. In fact, he was reminded of his days going after gators in the swamp, treading lightly, maintaining eye contact as they hissed and stood their ground. They were efficient training, though they hit their ceiling in that they didn’t have the luxuries that fae did with their thumbs, long limbs and ability to run. …though gators could be plenty fast in their own right on land.
“Fae are so pretentious.” Parker responded, passion not leaving his tone but instead taking a backseat to his clinical delivery. “You live these long lives and care about so little while you enjoy your passions, your deals, promises. Manipulating others with the way you speak.” He didn’t dare turn his back to the nymph, taking careful side steps as one of his hands went to the utility belt that glittered with the metals that hung off it.
Even after everything Fae had done to him, to his family, to innocent people, Parker still had his own personal values. “I don’t want to fight.” He said, not dishonestly. “You have so many other things.” This was potentially a lie; Parker knew that fae had proclivities for forming collections of their own, whether it was names, secrets, or physical trinkets. They didn’t ask for most of the stuff they acquired and they hoarded it selfishly. He honestly didn’t know if this nix did but unlike fae, he could afford to lie.
“I won’t ask again.” As he spoke now, he inched forward and he hadn’t realized that not once had he blinked since starting his counterpoint argument. “But I’m not leaving without it. I’d prefer for it to be an easy transaction.” He also completely failed to acknowledge that this wasn’t what people did, fae or no. He didn’t have the ability to say that he could leave her in peace, walking away empty-handed.
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Terror began to mount over with every sway of the water, heart leaping harshly into the fae’s throat as the man pressed on with his speech. Teagan was weighed down by dread, try as she might to force herself to don her confidence once more. She was more than capable of protecting herself, having killed plenty of hunters in the past. Hunter or not, her tail would remain where it belonged.
“We’re pretentious?” Teagan scoffed, rolling her eyes and chuckling at the way she made the man take a step back. She was getting a feel for his reaction time. It was a little too good. She’d have to improvise. But first, Teagan wanted to bite back with her words. “You’re the one putting us on this pedestal, mun. Glorifying us. Immortalizing us. If we’re pretentious, then you’re a lowly peasant trying to get a taste of what true magnificence is. ‘Sides. You didn’t even ask.” Lying was so damned human.
Teagan glared at the stranger, fear beginning to wane as anger quickly replaced it. He was in for a rude awakening, of that she could promise. “You gonny come in and try to get it then?” A taunt, a knowing smirk tugging Teagan’s lips as she waded even further into the lake. “Think you’ll find that it ain’t so easy. Ever heard of my body, my choice? Or are ya just like every other man?” Her smirk turned devious. “Looks like you’re gonna leave without it, cythrauluffer.”
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The fear that Parker could almost feel emanating from the nix was dissipating, as it usually did around this part of the altercation. It was almost rhythmic at this point - he would ask without asking, usually get either a swift or gradual rebuttal, then as they talked and he made multiple attempts to get out of this with minimal damage to either of them, they got emboldened and made the first move.
Then Parker was prompted to act in self-defense. It was a gambit of sorts, an explanation that he had come up with over the years to warrant being able to tell the truth as he explained the curiosities and treasures he’d accumulated. She accused him of not asking, which he indeed hadn’t and at this point in his life, he was unsure if he could even ask - of course they were going to say ‘no’ anyway so he long since abandoned that line of literal questioning. There was the occasional fae who didn’t know the rules and he was able to manipulate them to get what he wanted the way he wanted…
But most of them reacted the way the nymph before him did. She went further out into the water and while Parker rather fearlessly approached her to the point that his socks were starting to get wet as the shore lapped the rocks and dirt, he stopped shortly. He was a strong swimmer, he wasn’t going to deny it but he also knew that no matter how good he was, he wouldn’t have been able to overpower her in her literal element. However, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off the tail.
It was an addiction. He never realized it and still didn’t even now; the pull of obtaining something he’d never seen before, something he could already visualize its form and positioning, seeing it on his table as he carefully worked with it and around it. “Not a preferable outcome.” Parker sighed and he sounded almost disappointed as he finally tore his eyes from her figure and he addressed the numerous things on his belt. He wished he could’ve caught her outside the lake but he had to be improvisational.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t equipped to his fullest loadout as Parker recalled the wrist-mounted crossbow that sat on his desk at home, half-assembled as he attempted to customize it for further utility. Perhaps he’d have to meet her in the water, anyway. He just needed to get one of his specialized daggers into her before the tide would turn in his favor. Sighing and still standing next to the lake, he started to take off his socks and roll his pants up.
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Whether the man was a hunter or not was still unknown, but if he was, he was a little too callous and reckless. For Teagan to think that about a hunter? Now that was saying something. Any respectable warden, (and the nix didn’t, ever) would’ve known better than to charge into a fae’s natural habitat. Being quite literally in their element could and would prove fatal.
A mistake he would not be able to make again because he’d be dead.
“You takin’ what’s mine isn’t preferable either, mun.” Wading in a circle, Teagan taunted the man with her tail, whipping it back and forth above the surface. Like a hypnotist lulling their target into a headspace of their choosing. For Teagan, it was heedless and rash, and by the looks of how he perused his belt, she wasn’t sure what route he’d take. There was no way in hell she was going to risk much more than time, and there wasn’t much left.
Teagan had a ravenous look in her eye, arms widening open to beckon the lake to work in her favor. It roared to life, a large wave rising just over eight feet. The water slammed into the nymph’s opponent, her miscalculation sending her in a swirl toward him. “Iesu mawr!” Teagan hissed as she was thrown straight into the man. On split-second whim, she took a deep breath and urged the water to continue to thrash, sending them both tumbling into the lake.
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Perhaps Parker shouldn’t have been so forward with his request, as she now seemed to use the knowledge to her advantage as she moved her tail, taunting him, pulling him in and for a moment, it seemed to work as the neurons in his brain were stroked by the beauty of its movement. How he longed to gather it in his hands, to sculpt it into something mesmerizing for himself.
Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how one perceived it), Parker was already closer to the water than he should’ve been by the time the nymph utilized her resonance with her element and he was rapidly greeted with a massive wave that crashed into him… along with her. Their bodies collided though not for long enough and the churning water sucked him in, pushing him under the surface.
As he was being turned around in the undertow and having taken a quick, but deep improvisational breath himself, Parker curled his legs into him, turning himself into a temporary protective ball as he pulled one of his specialized knives out. The lakewater was impenetrably dark and he was effectively blind as he was rolled in the water. However, his step of pulling one of his daggers from its spot carefully to avoid losing anything else under the waves had been successfully completed and in another stroke of luck he could see just enough of her in his field of view that he lurched his arm forward, plunging the dagger into… some part of her body, he couldn’t tell what.
His other hand moved as quickly as it could, pressing down on the end of the hilt and injecting the body with a special tranquilizer. Of course, it wasn’t a perfected art - every body was different - but he released the dagger, now abandoning that goal in favor of trying to surface.
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The way the man’s eyes glazed over with desire made the nymph’s stomach twist with disgust. She was appalled by his menacing expression, his greed mounting over into something desperate and chaotic. It was brief and he quickly became calculated again, but watching it happen in real-time practically gave Teagan whiplash.
Back off!
Teagan’s mind screamed, her mouth opening and closing to relay the message. There was no sound, not to whoever that man was. He was only met with bubbling water and thrashing limbs. When Teagan finally managed to get her fins in place, she whipped around, at the ready.
Unlike her opponent, the nix could move easily and see clearly in the lake. It was her element, after all.
With a smile, she bolted forward, claws prepared to sink into flesh. Teagan didn’t mind if it would burn her, she welcomed it like it was family. In a way, it was. At the very least, it had been the most consistent thing in her life; good or bad. So when she didn’t quite make purchase onto the man’s skin, and was instead met with a sensation she was all too familiar with. Iron. She gasped to herself, realizing something was off. Her limbs began to almost immediately grow too heavy to use, not a sensation she was accustomed to.
Panic began to stretch Teagan’s chest tightly, her instinct to kick herself away and remove the…needle? Dagger? She wasn’t quite sure. Did it still have liquid in the—oh no. The edges of Teagan’s vision rippled with black, eyes growing too heavy to keep open. She felt cold and prickly, textured in a way that left her feeling unsettled and terrified. But that didn’t last very long. In a matter of seconds, Teagan was consumed with darkness.
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Fully prepared for something to make contact with him as he attempted to surface, Parker tried to manipulate his blood to turn him into a last-ditch effort weapon against whatever she would do to him but he couldn’t push it; he was already doing too many things at once and that would’ve sent him into exhaustion quickly. Contrary to his initial belief, however, he had remained unscathed and indeed, his dagger seemed to have hit its mark because the water, no longer controlled by a vehement force of nature like the nix, eased around him.
Parker surfaced briefly, looking around to see where he was in relation to the shore. Not too terribly far and he took in another deep breath before he dived. Now that the water was calmer, it allowed him to utilize his own skill in swimming and while he still knew he would never be able to keep up with a creature like a nix or a nereid, his human abilities were still impressive by their standards, or so he liked to think. He couldn’t see effectively so he used broad movements with his arms, searching blindly in the murky depths until they felt a limb. Instinctively grabbing it firmly but not violently, he gathered her in one of his arms and hauled the two of them up where they breached the surface.
Breathing deeply and more steadily now, using the techniques he’d learned from those decades in the bayou, Parker pulled her to the shore. He needed to work quickly; the tranquilizers were effective but ephemeral - his longer-lasting tranquilizers were soaked through now, useless as they sat in his pouches. It was fine, it had to be fine unless he could dose her again with another dagger but he only had three more left and he was too far from the Bunker; he’d need to do this now.
First, he placed the nix on her side, very gently laying her tail out behind her and almost wasting time with how he looked over it fondly before he left her as she was, going over to his boots for a moment. Secondly, Parker checked his utility belt where he was relieved to learn that his spiked knuckles remained on the clasp in the midst of the roiling water, as did the rest of his daggers and– Perfect. He pulled a new knife from a holster that was on one of his legs, looking similar to an enlarged scalpel in design. Notably, this one wasn’t iron; he wanted the things he collected to be intact, not mottled more than necessary for a single individual performing an impromptu amputation in the middle of nowhere.
This was a learning opportunity on multiple fronts. Parker would need to be better prepared in the future but for now he went back over to the nymph, dropped to a crouch and carefully turned the tail over before he made a rather precise incision at the base of her lower back.
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There were no images, no chorus of noise that welcomed a person so heavy into unconsciousness. There was only a void, thoughts too diluted and muffled to truly reach. Teagan was no longer able to struggle or fight back, body limp and useless against whatever had been injected into her. Even worse, she was useless against the blade that began to slice into her.
By the time Teagan had seen a hint of a light, it felt like it had been hours, but that couldn’t be the case. She could hear the dull sounds of strain behind her. Oh Fates. Her eyes attempted to shoot open, lids working against the fuzzy and heavy weight that enveloped them. “Mm…G-g…!” Teagan had attempted to say ‘Get off,’ but nothing was quite obeying her yet. She couldn’t even feel the way her skin had been cleanly cut, which was a horror in itself.
How far had he gotten?
There was no use thinking about the possibilities. He’d had to have been taking his time considering the care he gave to not injure the nix horribly. Lest he ruin what he had his eyes set on, the fae supposed. It was disgusting and the way he had looked at her like a specimen meant for display made Teagan nauseous. He was worse than a hunter. He was a collector. She had to stop him, even if it was just for that night.
Using what little control she had, the nix twisted and dug her claws into the man’s shoulder. She latched on briefly, the rather large scalpel he had a grip on jolting upwards and slicing Teagan on her middle back. Whatever, she thought, continuing to slash. She just needed to get away and live to see another day. This man would be back, and Teagan would be ready next time. There were things to live for now. She couldn’t risk herself by succumbing to her rage, falling into old habits. No matter how her mind screamed to pursue vengeance. Her anger wasn’t worth her life. Or her tail.
Teagan stood on wobbly legs, the man’s blood burning her hand as it dripped from her claws. “D-don’t come any closer.” She hissed, backing away with her claws tensed and ready as she took an offensive stance. Her visage was tired but captured with rage, the evils of Teagan’s past glimmering in her eyes while her head was tilted down from the weight. She was glowering, no longer willing to be the victim.
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He was moving slower than he’d have liked, than he needed to to get results. In fact, Parker was moving so slowly that he was still creating an incision wide enough to insert his traditional iron blade to cauterize the wound, intending to separate it from the tail when she stirred back into lucidity. In a fluid motion, her claws punctured his shoulder. He exhaled sharply from the pain and the surge that shot down his arm made him lose control as it tensed up, sending the scalpel smoothly up the nymph’s back. Though he couldn’t control his arm at that juncture, he could manipulate his blood as it rippled beneath the skin, the iron moving in on where her claws were embedded in his flesh - his last-ditch weapon.
She didn’t let go and he dropped the scalpel, wrenching his arm from her as he got to his feet. The motion was with strength but it was careless as Parker’s blood sprayed the wet earth beneath them. First, he pressed his other hand against the fresh wound, his nostrils flaring as he felt the lasting sting of her claws in his flesh. His blue eyes looked into hers, his expression narrowed and seeing her emotions dancing in them like an animal. Then they flickered to her stance, her frame, noting the way her legs shook as she was still affected by the tranquilizers. Then they rested on what he could see of her tail, the way it carelessly oozed blood and a flash of anger overcame his features.
…No, he went up; he didn’t cut her tail, he lacerated her back. Parker wasn’t even using iron, so she could recover anyway. The anger on his face, while dissipating and making way for more of the narrow-eyed fascination and obsession, was still present somewhat, however. And he could use fluid motions, too. Removing his hand from the injured shoulder, it went down and brushed against his soaking jeans, fingers looping around the spiked iron knuckles that swayed to his side. He yanked a clenched fist back up and there was a snap as the clasp was disconnected.
“You don’t control me, nix.” Then it was his turn to lunge and he rushed towards her, drawing his bloody fist back, aiming for the same shoulder she had. The clavicle, ideally to make a break in the bone. Parker wasn’t the type to turn to violence but as the pulse in his other arm reminded him, he didn’t start this.
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There was a deranged look in the man’s eye, his desire flowing straight into crazed anger at what he was denied. He’d done this countless times, so much so that he believed he had every right. That was the most terrifying part of the whole thing. How many had he hurt before he fixated on the nix before him? Teagan’s stomach twisted with nausea like a knife, and her heart soon followed suit. He had to be stopped.
“Fuck you!” She screamed, grief for her cousins that fell victim to that evil man consuming her chest. The woman Teagan had been trying to leave behind washed over her, ignoring the way pain continued to pulse on her skin. “You don’t control me, and you cannot have any part of me!” Rushing forward as the man did, the two of them clashed in a ferocious flurry of fury.
The way he’d gone straight for her clavicle felt a little like he was attempting balance, an eye for an eye. Teagan couldn’t help but notice that, having revered Fate and balance her whole life. This stranger could never work as Fate did. She was unbiased, not caring about setting things right or wrong, only ensuring all was as it should be.
It wasn’t this. It wasn’t white-hot pain flaring from what felt like a break to her collarbone. Teagan screamed, her strength waning as the agony from holding her opponent away from her caused something akin to a crunch. The fight had to end or she’d be finding herself dead or…mutilated. Or both.
Fates, she wanted Arden.
In a last ditch effort, Teagan brought her knees to her chest, digging her feet into the man’s stomach as she sank her claws in a final time. She dragged her hands down, hoping to leave her mark just before she sent her opponent flying with a kick. Rising to her feet and holding her shoulder, Teagan hissed, “Looks like you get nothing, boyo.” With a final glower, she retreated into the lake, going too far for him to reach her again.
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How similar they were sometimes. How both of them assumed control, how they both loved to hoard their treasures and use words to their advantage. And how Parker would never admit any of this, the thoughts not even going through his head as his eyes simultaneously seemed to illuminate with keen observation yet darken with malintent as he lunged forward.
She met him halfway, which was perfect all things considered - her rushing to him meant that Parker didn’t have to attempt to go through any limbs that would be raised in self-defense. Her body hit his own and he advanced on her. While she might’ve been stronger in the water, she wasn’t in the water, as well as coming off the effects of his custom sedatives and he was taller than her. She pushed him, he pushed back but most importantly, his arm that was wound back was faster as it shot out like a bullet for her shoulder
The sound of her bone breaking in the otherwise-still night air was enough of an indicator for Parker that the spiked knuckles hit their target and while he felt one of his eyes twitch as she pressed against the fresh holes in his shoulder but he knew it wasn’t going to last for long so he endured it; he could, he would and he always will. He kept the blood spinning in his veins, pushing it to the surface just under his skin in case.
He pulled back his fist and part of Parker wanted to get another jab in, a show of dominance, control, and for a moment the nymph’s visage was replaced by the one that murdered his father and critically injured his brother. However, one blink later and that fae was gone, one into another and he didn’t have time to react when he gasped as she brought her feet up, her talons piercing his abdomen, her claws in his skin once more and for another moment they were frozen in place. His eyes widened with surprise and yet, he didn’t didn’t yell but before he knew it, she had kicked him back and he was propelled back, flying some odd feet in the air before hitting the ground and sliding back.
Coughing out an exhale as he collided roughly with the ground, Parker scrambled to face her once more but the nix was already partially in the water, holding her shoulder and shooting him a venomous glare before she submerged herself into the lake and leaving him with the remnants of what she said echoing in his aching skull.
He got nothing. He lost.
Or so she said. Now that she was gone his breathing got more shaky as Parker furrowed his brow, gritting his teeth tightly to deal with the pain of her rending his flesh. He got to his feet slowly, pulling his hand away from his abdomen as his blood shined in the moonlight. Nothing he couldn’t recover from. He gingerly walked over to his boots and gathered them up along with the rest of his materials that weren’t lost to the lake before casting one more intense blue-eyed gaze to the rippling surface of the lake before disappearing into the thick trees once more.
She said he got nothing but he left with the one thing more important than her tail.
He knew what she was and where she lived.
#wickedswriting#WR Writing#Writing: Splashes and Slashes#writing with: Teagan#drug manipulation tw#[tranquilizers]#medical blood tw#[surgery]#parental death tw#[mention]#The Collector // Writing
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~OC Character Themes~
Updated: 3/15
So this is something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. I’ll have to come back and update it later, since I’m still blank on several characters, but I wanted to compile a list of the themes that represent my Sonic OCs and the Starpoint AU.
Some of them haven’t been introduced yet, but they will be. Soon enough ;)
Also—yes half of these are RWBY songs. XD Although I don’t watch the show, they make some banger tracks that just fit really well with moments and scenes. 🤘
Starpoint Arc: RWBY - Touch The Sky, RWBY - Indomitable / RWBY - Guide My Way / RWBY - Trapdoor
If the Starpoint Act had a theme song, it would be Touch the Sky. It encapsulates the quirky and goofy vibes of the whole arc. Dynamics and interactions between characters, clashing personalities yet also times of joy and having fun. The good times between the Starpoint Squad.
Indomitable encapsulates the first half of the AU as well, though sung from Rivet’s perspective in a sort of reminiscing kind of way. The soft moments, she remembers, the relationships and connections that form between Starline and the group, the triumphs they face together, and the moment that ends up being the cruel turning point for everything.
Guide My Way and Trapdoor play during the final event of this act. The themes for a giant, spanning battle to save Aethos.
Downfall Arc: RWBY - Fear , RWBY - For Every Life
Fear encapsulates the Downfall Arc, which spills into IDW canon, where everything falls apart and friendships lie fractured. Starline’s dreams are reached and battles are fought between former friends. Betrayal, regret, pain, and despair run deep. Can any of it be salvaged?
For Every Life would be the theme song for this arc.
Restoration Arc: Porter Robinson - Look At The Sky / Porter Robinson - Wind Tempos
Look At The Sky and Wind Tempos encapsulate the Restoration Arc as a whole, and Starline’s journey through recovering, learning to accept forgiveness, and rebuilding the things and relationships that got destroyed. The soft moments with him and Rivet, and the confrontations and reconciliations he has with the Starpoint Squad. A new start. Moving forward into the future.
OC Songs
Rivet: Sonic Frontiers Cyber Space 1-2 - Flowing / Arcane - Goodbye / Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
Rivet was first and foremost a Rider from the start of her creation as a character. Flowing encapsulates her free flowing spirit and joy of flight. It’s also a nod to her roots, as the world she’s originally from was more technologically advanced.
Goodbye is her regarding... everything she’s lost. A song of regret and sorrow.
Chasing Cars is her and Starline’s theme. Their soft moments, the unsurity between them, their battles, and their eventual reunion at the end of it all. The highs and lows, the good and the bad. All wrapped in one lovely song.
Charge: NF - The Search / RWBY - Quiet / Rooster Teeth - Death Battle: All-Consuming
The Search reflects the side Charge doesn’t talk about as often to anyone. It signifies his inner thoughts and captures the epitome of his stress and fear over his nightmares.
The other two enter major spoiler territory that I’m not ready to share about yet. So for now, I’ll let you imagine what they represent. ;3
Hex: Shadrow - This Hell / Shadrow - Shapes / Sonic Frontiers Remix - The Finding of Your Flame
The first two represent Hex’s neverending struggle with being ignored. Of being teased and pushed down by people who don’t take him seriously because of how young he is, and those who refuse to even give him a chance because they’re jealous of his skills. (Also, he’s a big video game kid, so the chiptune fits well.)
The Finding of Your Flame is his victory theme. Where he finally does break through all of that and proves himself to be just as capable as the rest. 🔥
Cello: Hatsune Miku - LeftBehindCity (Torinoko City)
Torinoko City reflects Cello’s isolation and strained relationship with her father. The contention she feels that he doesn’t support her dreams, and her wish that he would just be proud of her.
Lug: Ghost Trick - The Imprisoned
While I’m still struggling to find a true song that fits him, I feel this one captures his overzealousness to help, to encourage, and to support Hex. It also has the vibes of him being a big dumb brute. (We love him for it 💖)
Professor Yew: I Expect You to Die 3 - Cog in the Machine
Yew is an environmentalist who dreams of a better world for everyone. Although it starts out as an innocent dream, through the course of certain events, she slowly decends into villainy. This song is a love letter to the people who kicked her out for her borderline insane ideas, and highlights who she is and what she believes in. It showcases how she now sees everyone around her as a means to an end, all in the name of betterment. They’re all a ‘cog in her machine’ to victory, if you will. ;p
Zeroth: Yuki Hyashi - Let’s Dance with Me, Here in Hell / The Promised Neverland - Existence of an Insider / Dawko - Behind the Mask
An ancient creature of darkness. He may seem like no threat when he first opens his mouth, but whatever he utters will bring about nothing but destruction.
#sonic#sonic idw#Character Themes#sonic ocs#OC stuff#AU stuff#Unnamed AU#Sonic AU#dr starline#rivet the cat#charge the cat#hex the rat#professor yew#Zeroth#STH#Sonic the hedgehog
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(Not) Till the end -Bang Chan
genre: HEAVY angst
word count: ~700 words
warnings/content: Mentions of death, funerals, heaaavy angst. All of skz are mentioned to be dead. Android apocalypse!au. Reader dies, Channie cries. No happy ending :(
Bang Chan ran to the mangled body, owned by his precious lover, you. He was too late. The androids that have been taking over the world have succeeded. Of course, there were still thousands of people fighting for their lives, but to Chan, you were his world.
A peaceful tune rang around your mind as you withered away in death. You had been fighting against an army of androids on your own. You knew you stood no chance, but you gave it your all. It was the only thing you could do to repay the world of your deeds, because you had created the monsters that roamed your world. When Chan ran over to your body, you didn’t even have the energy to open your eyes anymore. The whirring of the androids, along with the peaceful lullaby in your head was oddly calming.
“You can’t die like this!” The leader shouted. “The irony.” Chan thought to himself. You were the one who helped him get over Hyunjin, Han and Felix’s deaths, but now he was the one who had to deal with your death. And he had to deal with those feelings fast, because another army of your creations were beginning to swarm.
“Open your eyes! Please!” Chan pleaded. He must stay strong. Stay strong for the remaining people of Stray Kids. But how? How was he supposed to stay strong when the person he loved with all his heart, all his might couldn’t stay alive?
Time was running out. The tick-tock of his worn-down watch that was gifted by you reminded him how little time both of you had. “Wake up, damnit! Y/N!” He fell, meek. This state of him made him reminisce about when you saved him from the same androids that were about to kill you both.
The slight rise and fall of your chest had stopped long ago. “They’re gone.” Chan realised. He stood up in seething, silent rage. “All you do is destroy! They’re dead! There’s no point in making me suffer more…” His voice rose and fell, like waves of melancholy in a dull,solem beach.
“You promised we would stay till the end…till the end of this hellhole!” Chan sobbed. He turned to you, then looked back at the androids that were busy with the other members who came to his aid. He watched numbly as Seungmin got stabbed by the sharp blades of the android, Changbin get thrown off of the crumbling cliff they were situated on, and Jeongin running over to him, his precious dimples showing. “Hyung! i’m so happy to see-“ Before his head snapped unnaturally towards the side.
“Just kill me already…please.” Chan watched as Jeongin fell next to Minho’s body. “I have nothing, NOTHING to live for.” But of course they kept him alive. Chan knelt down, back facing the androids and front facing your body. He knew he was being a coward by dying like this but he just wanted the last thing he could see to be you. The androids started whirring again. It was like they sympathised for him.
“Till the end.” Chan whispered, not afraid of the inevitable death coming towards him. “Till the end, Y/N. See you soon, angel.”
The ringing in his ears stopped, all he could hear was the disgusting noise of the blades stabbing into his flesh. Echo. Echo. Echo
Nobody showed up for the auto-generated funeral Chan had planned for himself long ago. All the people he invited were dead. "Today, we are here for [Redacted]'s funeral,"The hologram's voice resonated through the empty wasteland of a chapel.The eulogy for the person who didn't exist anymore, performed by someone who never existed.
As for you? The world didn't go too easy on you after what you did to the world. You were doomed to suffer no matter what, where, when, and who you are. You and Chan never met again, even in the afterlife.
Consider this your punishment, Y/N.
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I'm boring
I found out that I have a new fear. A fear of being too boring and not interesting. Well, I know that I'm not as exciting as other teens my age, but I've never ever expected that I'm this shallow and there's really nothing worth knowing about me.
Exhibit A. I'm not "pretty". Like, I know I'm pretty but I just don't pass the conventional standards of being pretty.
Exhibit B. I'm not skinny, and I'm fine with that. That's the least of my insecurities. I love my body the way that it is and it took me time to finally accept that this body is mine.
Exhibit C. I don't play sports. I used to be sporty but now it's just not in my radar. I used to play badminton, volleyball, chess, and even basketball. Damn, I used to be so great in badminton and basketball.
Exhibit D. I love isolating myself from others. Yes, I might not come off as an introvert but most days I just wanna spend time alone when I'm outside our house. It's just so chaotic back home so when I'm out with my friends, I'm trying to find this peace and calmness from my surroundings, thus making it look like I'm an introvert. Well, I might be an ambivert, but who cares, right?
Exhibit E. I don't have a lot of friends. I have 5-7 friends but then that's it.
Exhibit F. I don't have a lot of money. We're not rich, so I can't go out and buy things and flex it to everyone. Let's be honest, people like you when you have money, which leads me to exhibit G.
Exhibit G. I'm not popular. I would be fine being a basic bland bitch if I was famous at school or whatever, but I'm not!
Exhibit F. I don't have a talent. Yes, I can dance, sign, etc. but I'm barely good at it. I guess I'm pretty decent, that's all.
Exhibit G. I don't have an interesting hobby. I don't watch animes. I don't listen to kpop. I don't watch k-dramas, even famous Western series. I don't know how to draw or paint. I suck at content creation (TikTok/YouTube). It's hard to find friends when all you do is watch comedians have fun on YT or watch an adult man play Roblox and other video games. Well, I love Smosh, Flamingo, Taylor Swift, and other indie-pop (not completely underground) artists, but then that's it. Literally. I used to like writing, like novels, poems, short stories, but now it feels as if it's a chore. I hate to admit it but I don't enjoy it as much anymore, which makes me sad because I feel like I'm straying away my first dream when I was teen. To be a published author.
Exhibit H. I'm awkward. My humor's off in comparison to my peers' humor. Maybe it's a result of watching sketch comedy? I don't know. I try not to think about it often because it makes me sad that people don't know what meme I'm referencing to. Even my FYP's different from theirs, lol. I laugh at little things that I shouldn't be laughing at. Maybe it's also a result of being chronically online. I don't know.
Exhibit I. I'm nostalgic about everything. I tend to stay in the past and compare everything to what happened in the past. Although I always tell everyone that I'd rather pay attention to the future rather than the past, I can't deny that sometimes, it's good to reminisce the good times. I miss being a kid and truly enjoying the holidays. I miss being a kid who wishes to be an adult so she do everything she wants. Turns out adulthood is not that simple. Fuck, I'm not even halfway into adulthood and yet I'm already feeling this way.
I could probably write more about how boring I am. Just yesterday, I found myself talking to chatbots. Yes, those AI things that makes you feel like you're actually talking to a real person. I rate it a whopping 10000000/10. It works so good. I got it to write an essay for me. Twice. I even came across an AI chatbot with a background story. I loved every minute of talking to them. Weird, right? Told you so.
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[ TOP OF THE WORLD ] ( either with Kenjaku and Sukuna; or with Geto and Gojo, your pick )
SETTINGS WITH POTENTIAL : accepting
[ TOP OF THE WORLD ]: one of the muses finds the other on the roof-top in the middle of the night. neither of them want to sleep, and so they sit together for the remainder of the night until the sun comes up, content to sit and talk and exist with each other.
From the top floor of a high-rise skyscraper, one might be tricked to believe the expanse of buildings they see to be endless. It's that age old sense of awe bestowed upon humanity by things of gargantuan sizes; a reminiscence that beckons the cunning mind to peer beyond and wonder — is it a clue to set a compass for their expectations? Does it mean that if a beast born of their collective duhka manifests in this world, it will be a creature that towers far above those buildings men pour their sweat and tears into building, all for the sake of a fantasy to touch the sky? A creature so large it will force the perspective of their own puny size in the grand scheme of things?
Humorous. When even Gods possess the humility to understand the confines of one's own limits, there are no boundaries to the human hubris. Humans are but the spritz of paint from a brush painting into the celestial — and it is they who hold the handle.
The proverbial rope to herd humanity into its inevitable evolution has been tossed; lambs ripe and ready for the slaughter. And Kenjaku can witness it all from the comfort of a small screen - that is miniscule in size, yet so, so important.
Happenstance had brought them to the rooftop. But it was a place that inspired one to stay, especially with the gorgeous sight of hoisted barries and the smell of blood and war heavy in the air. Reminders of times past. Donning the monk's kasaya with dark locks swept with each passing breeze, Kenjaku's frame fit perfectly into a scene unearthed from forbidden history books.
The Golden Age is nay.
And speaking of which-- someone's residuals tickled their nose and their head snapped around sharply. A frown replaces the everlasting smile momentarily as the body of one Suguru Geto reacts strongly to the King's presence; shivers, gritting teeth, fists inadvertedly clenching all until Sukuna's aura has well settled around the mastermind's own. Violet eyes creep over a heaved shoulder as Kenjaku reprograms mundane reflexes with the same grace as strings dance around the puppeteer's fingers.
The unpleasant look melts from their visage, giving way to that everlasting smirk.
❝ I will admit, you are the last one I would expect to find up here at a time like this. Don't tell me you're bored already, Sukuna. ❞
With that, they turn back to the phone at hand. There's a pause, filled only by distant echoes of souls being ripped from their shell. And then, another, uglier sound; like nails on a chalkboard, the sorcerer gargles a laugh.
❝ Call me sentimental— but I will miss the humans of this age. They might be a pitiful bunch, but they are very reliable. ❞ No matter what comes next, he doubts it's going to be as pliant. Unless absorbed. Or sliced and diced. Or— Kenjaku cuts his own thread of thought before it unravels into endless possibilities. The unbothered look returns upon their features when lifting the phone screen to where their unexpected company may witness the gruesome footage.
So ready to be at each other's throats given the slightest opportunity. Faintly, Kenjaku recalls Jogo's rants about humankind being a blight on earth; but they never really cared about the moral aspect of it. Creation has no morality attached to it.
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Pushing Boundaries: We are all Bilbo Baggins
The trip to Park City Utah is very reminiscent of The Hobbit, or There and Back Again. The comparison of There and Back Again is obvious, our class is taking the place of Bilbo and his band of Dwarf companions on their quest to destroy the hellish dragon known as Smaug. We are adventurers called by the unknown, and many of us were a bit nervous, perhaps reluctant, just like Bilbo was. Our guides Professor Corrao and Professor Petersen are comparable to Gandalf and inspired confidence within us all to venture forth into this unknown. Smaug works into this equation as the unknown itself. Like a massive dragon, the unknown can be frightening. Personally I was left wondering what was going to happen. How would I manage talking to professionals within the field I have wanted to work in for most of my life? The weeks leading up to it compounded these fears. Then we got to our destination. Park City, Utah. Our class departed the airplane and was left staring into the face of the dragon, and without any hesitation we ventured forth with an elegant bravery. With every step we took our horizons broadened. We were pushing the boundaries of our own rationale, collecting the dragons hoard of knowledge with every step we took into the unknown.
The first film I experienced carried on this motif of boundary pushing, and it was experimental! Eno (2024) is a documentary film about the producer and visual artist (among other things) Brian Eno. The film tracks the multi-decade career of Eno highlighting the artists he had worked with, methods of creation, theories on life, and politics. The content is curious and makes the viewer appreciate the concept of creation, inspiring them to leave their seats after the film is over and go on their own journey of invention.
There are many attention grabbers for this film, such as the good music you know you're going to hear and the inside look into the life of one of the most influential music producers of all time. What stood out to me was the way the film is assembled. It is completely unique as it uses a program to reassemble the edited footage on every watch. When questioning one of the producers of the film he shared that there were 51 quintillion permutations available. After watching the film I lost the feeling it was a gimmick, but rather it was the perfect manipulation of form for the subject matter. Brain Eno utilizes generative music, I cannot explain to you what that is but as far as I can tell the music seems to live and breath. Similarly, this film is alive. With every iteration a new motif will show up that was not previously seen.
Naturally I must now compare this film to There and Back Again. Eno is the adventure that is calling you, and after watching it you will return with broadened horizons of what film can be!
Ben Wilson
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Let’s Talk About The Sims 5: Features, Release Date, and Beyond!
Hey Simmers! If you’ve been following the latest buzz, you’ll know that there’s some super exciting news about the upcoming Sims 5. And if you haven’t, don’t worry – we’re about to spill the beans on everything we’ve learned about this highly-anticipated game. Ready to dive in? Let’s get into it!
Project Rene: What’s The Deal With the Name?
Lyndsay Pearson presenting “Project Rene” at The Sims Summit
First off, if you’ve been hearing “Project Rene” flying around, that’s just the codename for The Sims 5. Game developers often use codenames in the early stages of a game’s creation. For example, The Sims 4 went by the codename “Project Olympus” before its big debut. Every game has its special beginnings and during the ‘Behind the Sims Summit’ in October, Pearson laid it out clearly: “We chose Project Rene because it’s reminiscent of words like renewal, renaissance, and rebirth, and it represents our renewed commitment to The Sims.”
The Sims 5 Features We’re All Waiting For!
With the recent unveiling of Project Rene, EA has lit up the community with early glimpses into the forthcoming gameplay and features. Lyndsay Pearson, the VP of Creative at The Sims Franchise, shared that while Project Rene remains years from its official launch, the developers are committed to offering players an insider’s view throughout its development journey. This commitment rings true with promises of transparent updates, sneak peeks, early access opportunities, and much more.
1. Unveiling A New Dimension: Apartments in Project Rene
Preview of Apartment Rooms.
One of the most thrilling revelations from the recent EA Playtest is the introduction of apartments – a feature previously unseen in base game iterations of The Sims series. Previews from the Behind The Sims Summit tantalize fans with snapshots of what apartments might look like in the final release, though it’s crucial to remember that the game’s nascent development stage means features could evolve.
These early showcases depict intricately detailed apartment interiors with elevated rooms and interconnected spaces. A noticeable hint suggesting a move away from the traditional ‘Rabbit Hole Apartments’ can be gleaned from these previews. Furthermore, UI snippets hint at a user-friendly “Apartment selection” tool, emphasizing the malleability of each apartment space.
2. Open Neighborhoods: The New Open World?
Preview of Open Neighborhoods.
Okay, so there’s been a lot of chatter in the community: Is The Sims 5 going full-on open world? It’s got a lot of us on our toes, curious about the twists and turns the gameplay might take. But hold on to your Plumbobs, because the word on the street (or should we say, the internet leaks) hints that The Sims 5 might roll out an “open neighborhood” concept. Picture this: mini open worlds, all linked together. Kind of like the best of both worlds, right? And we’re so here for it!
3. Creating Communities: Will the Sims 5 Be Multiplayer?
In a recent earnings call, someone popped the big question to EA’s big boss, Andrew Wilson: are there any plans to bring back an online version of The Sims? Andrew’s answer was exciting, to say the least. He mentioned that while Maxis remains committed to the core elements of the Sims – you know, creation, escapism, and self-improvement – they’re also keen on reintroducing elements of social interaction and friendly competition. Exactly the things that made The Sims Online so special back in the day.
Andrew highlighted that the Sims community is bigger than ever, and we’re all connecting and sharing our in-game creations like never before. Players will have the choice to play a single-player experience or collaborate with others through online multiplayer, showing off their creative skills and comparing builds. And what’s even better, players that collaborate will have access to each others content. Sounds fun, right?
4. Play The Sims 5 Your Way – On Any Platform!
Project Rene Apartments – Preview of the Exterior
That’s right; dive into your Sim’s life whether you’re lounging with your PC or on-the-go with your mobile. While we’ve been eagerly absorbing every corner of Project Rene, the biggest game-changer is the promise of a unified Sims experience across different devices.
Although Maxis has kept it to a minimum about the official launch platforms for The Sims 5, those who tuned into the ‘Behind the Sims Summit’ got a sneak peek. We witnessed the magic of the game running smoothly on a PC setup and—a mobile device! Pearson captured our collective excitement perfectly: “No matter who you may want to play with, we want you to be able to play wherever you want.”
5. More Power to You with Create-A-Sim!
Ever wished you could give your Sim that exact shade of sunset orange or that intricate braid you saw on your last vacation? Well, it seems like The Sims team has been listening closely! Azure, one of the producers, recently got into how crucial hairstyles are in reflecting our individuality, stating, “How we contribute to our look and how we present ourselves is so important! And it’s really no different for Sims.”
It’s clear that the developers want our Sims to shine and shimmer with as much authenticity as possible. While the lid’s still pretty tight on most things ‘Create a Sim’, here’s a little nugget for you: Hair is getting a major upgrade. The aim? To embrace the sheer diversity of styles that represent humanity in all its vibrant variety. And if you’ve ever felt limited by the color palette, here’s some good news – they’re delving deep into “flexible coloring” options. Imagine the possibility of coloring your Sim’s hair with shades that transition from deep blue at the roots to a sparkling teal at the tips!
Further enhancing the experience, the initial showcases have unveiled the ability to tweak intricate details such as the style of a bed’s headboard or the segments of a sofa. The cherry on top? Gamers can individually place and adjust throw cushions, a testament to the depth of customization available. With these advancements, The Sims 5 is gearing up to be an unparalleled haven for builders, ensuring their creative visions can come to life in the most intricate ways possible.
6. Crafting a Personalized World in the Sims 5!
Early preview of Object Customization
From the teasers at the Behind the Sims Summit, it’s evident that Maxis is placing a premium on user creativity. The revamped Build Mode introduces granular controls, allowing players to adjust colors and patterns akin to The Sims 3’s Create-a-Style, and even morph the very shape of objects, crafting pieces of furniture like beds and sofas to their exact liking!
Project Rene / The Sims 5 Preview
Further enhancing the experience, the initial showcases have unveiled the ability to tweak intricate details such as the style of a bed’s headboard or the segments of a sofa. The cherry on top? Gamers can individually place and adjust throw cushions, a testament to the depth of customization available. With these advancements, The Sims 5 is gearing up to be an unparalleled haven for builders, ensuring their creative visions can come to life in the most intricate ways possible.
7. Shedding Light on Innovation: Advanced Lighting!
The Sims 5 / Project Rene – Lightning and Visuals
In the realm of gaming, visuals play a paramount role in immersion, and the developers of The Sims 5 have left no stone unturned in this aspect. The recent snippets shared from the game’s development reveal a focus on enhancing the player experience through the magic of advanced lighting technologies. With customizable spaces being a core component of The Sims series, the newest installment promises to illuminate these creations like never before!
Stu, the Art & Visual Director, shares his insights: “Lighting isn’t just about visibility; it’s about storytelling. It’s the subtle glint in a Sim’s eye, the dramatic shadows in a room, or the cozy ambiance of a sunset through a window. We’re diving deep into innovative lighting technologies that not only elevate the look of the game but also pave the way for players to weave emotionally resonant stories.” Ensuring an optimal gaming experience, these enhancements are tailored to dazzle on a range of devices, from PCs to mobile phones!
8. Deciphering Emotions: “Read the Room”
The Sims 5 Animations and Postures
One of the standout features that’s sure to make its mark in The Sims 5 is the depth of emotional representation and interaction. The phrase “read the room” isn’t just a catchy tagline, but the very essence of what Maxis aims to bring to the virtual life-scape. This vision, driven largely by the Animation Director, Nawwaf, seeks to provide players with an intuitive understanding of their Sims’ feelings and thoughts solely based on their behaviors. This immersion would be realized through a plethora of emotions, attitudes, and postures that seamlessly interact with in-game objects and social scenarios.8. Deciphering Emotions: “Read the Room”
Technical Prototypes of The Sims 5
Diving deeper into this vision, the development team is exploring the concept of Sim Routines. These routines encompass a Sim’s daily life, both within their homes and out in the larger world, focusing on their interactions, movements, and overall approach to life. Such intricacies are said to be advancing swiftly, and eager fans can anticipate more detailed revelations in the near future.
In a broader sense, as highlighted by Manu, the Technical Director, the game undergoes a metamorphosis from its rudimentary state. The initial stages see the fusion of 3D models, animations, audio, and scripted behaviors, gradually birthing the sophisticated simulation that players will eventually immerse themselves in. This journey from conception to realization ensures that Sims navigate their world with depth, interacting with objects and satisfying their myriad needs. The palpable excitement from the team resonates with a single message: There’s much more to come, and it promises to be groundbreaking.
The Sims 5: FAQ
No-Cost Entry to Rene’s World: Free-to-Play!
Alright, Simmers, grab your Plumbobs because we’ve got some groundbreaking news for you. EA has announced that the Sims 5 will be completely free to download when it drops. No more scrounging for simoleons to get your hands on the base game! What’s more? While you can still splurge on some snazzy content packs, EA is throwing in some freebies that previously cost us – yes, even features like dynamic weather. Pearson’s vision is clear: “Dive into Project Rene without any extra baggage like subscriptions or energy mechanics.”
When is the Sims 5 Coming Out?
We know, we know – with all this exciting buzz, when exactly can we get our Sim-hands on Project Rene? Well, hold onto your cowplants, because Maxis has decided to let us in on the Rene secret earlier than ever before. But – and it’s a tiny but – we’re gonna have to exercise those patience skills, as a full launch is still a few Sim years out. Pearson hints that this early tease is just the start of a thrilling multi-year journey. And let’s be honest: in a world where Maxis has always played the mysterious type, this early reveal? It’s kinda a big deal!
Get First Dibs: Early Access Info
Now, for those of you who are dying to be the first to throw a Project Rene house party (virtually, of course), there’s more good news. Maxis is setting the stage for some juicy Early Access phases. Yup, they’re basically handing us the reins to help steer Project Rene to glory. Think of it as being invited to the most exclusive Sims party ever – where your feedback can shape the very game itself.
And as Pearson emphasizes, “This isn’t your grandma’s Alpha or Beta testing.” Maxis is taking us on a rollercoaster, from sneak peeks to exclusive tests and expansive early access events. So, gear up, because according to Pearson, “We’re all in this together.” Need more answers about the Sims 5? Check out the rest of the Sims 5 FAQ!
From Dream to Reality: The Sims 5 Journey
As we’ve unveiled what we know about The Sims 5 so far, what emerges is a picture of a game that’s not just about virtual lives, but about reinvention, rejuvenation, and the recreation of our deepest aspirations. The codename Project Rene encapsulates EA and Maxis’s philosophy for this next venture – a “renaissance” for both veterans and newcomers of the Sims world. With unparalleled features, from the deeply personal creative tools to the broader expanse of interconnected neighborhoods, the game promises to be a milestone in simulation gaming.
What sets Project Rene apart, however, is the sense of collaborative development. It’s evident that Maxis isn’t just crafting a game; they’re inviting us, the players, on a developmental journey.
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"Clouds in the Dark"
This one I had written during my cosmology course as a response to a discussion post about intercluster stars.
Content Warnings: cosmic isolation, societal collapse
The bright clouds in the sky had gone by many names.
First they were gods. The people gave them offerings, praising them when they had luck and making excuses when they didn't. The clouds, of course, weren't doing anything for them, but nonetheless helped them more than they could ever imagine, giving them a source of community and encouraging curiosity about the world.
Then they were legends. The people documented their positions, watching as generations went by their vast and slow ballet across the heavens, giving them names, personalities, struggles, victories. Here, the clouds gave them another gift: written language, designed to preserve their movements and positions.
As the stories began to lose their meanings, degrading over the centuries, they began to more seriously wonder what the clouds were. They were entering an era of enlightenment, as various aspects of science began to rapidly advance: biology, physics, chemistry, mathematics. However, the question of the bright clouds that defined their nighttimes and had had such a major hand in the creation of their society remained an utter mystery. Hundreds of theories had been put out, but all were impossible to prove.
Then there was a breakthrough that seemingly settled the matter once and for all. During this period of enlightenment, they weren't just looking up, but down as well, and eventually they discovered thousands of smaller blobs, far too small to see, everywhere they looked. They seemed to share the same structure, having a central nucleus and surrounding matter, and likewise were able to move on their own in a dance similar to the one happening above them. For a long time, this settled the matter, as they declared the clouds to be larger versions of these same creatures, residing far away in the sky above them. This didn't answer all of their questions, but it satisfied most people enough to allow them to focus their efforts elsewhere.
And focus their efforts they did. As their understandings of physics and gravity expanded, they looked more at their own system, cataloguing each planet's motion, and came to the conclusion that each one was another world, just as wondrous and fascinating as their own. Their understanding of gravity, interestingly, seemingly confirmed their hypothesis of the clouds being massive microorganisms, as they failed to move as they seemingly should with gravity. The only explanation they could fathom is that they moved on their own.
The understanding of the other worlds, however, did leave some uncomfortable questions. If there are other planets, and theirs wasn't as unique as they thought, why was their star unique? Why was theirs seemingly the only one? No matter how far they went, even after setting foot on the other worlds they could get to, that question remained in the back of their minds.
Eventually, the answer came. As their technology advanced, they figured out how to create stronger and stronger telescopes, and began pointing them at the sky to get clearer and clearer images, and when they pointed them at the clouds in the sky, they saw, for the first time, not a smooth blend of light, but individual points, perfectly reminiscent of their own star. Everywhere they looked, they saw the same thing.
This news sent waves through their society. For the first time in hundreds of years, evidence had been brought against the established theories of the organisms that dominated their horizons, declaring that they were not organisms at all but clusters of stars just like their own.
Well, not just like their own. These stars had one major difference.
They weren't alone.
They searched their skies for more stars, closer ones. If they were in such a cluster, they reasoned, there must be hundreds nearby. Nothing. Apart from the clouds, their skies were empty. This seemed to suggest an obvious answer, but they didn't want to consider that. They already knew the structure of their own solar system, so they reasoned that the clouds ought to have parallax as their planet orbited their star, but no matter how carefully they measured they couldn't detect any. They were too far away to measure at all. More than that, they all seemed to be getting farther away, as the spectral lines that made up each cloud were redshifted by amounts they had never seen before.
They didn't quite know how to comprehend that.
It was easier beforehand, believing that theirs was the only world in existence. That meant there was nothing to miss. And when they discovered the other planets, it was a shock, but it opened up possibilities of more, more worlds, more people. Now they had found even more, more worlds than they could possibly imagine.
And every single one was an impossible distance away.
Many argued that they had to be wrong. There was no way they were that alone, that the whole universe was beyond their reach. Maybe they had been right the first time, that they were just giant organisms, and that they weren't made of stars at all, but something else that they didn't understand yet. None of the arguments made sense, however. The more they learned and measured, the more they confirmed that they were stranded, hundreds of thousands of parsecs away from their next hope for intelligent life.
This didn't dissuade those who disagreed, however.
The other factions got more and more aggressive. They knew they were wrong, there was little denying that at this point. Accepting that, though, would mean having to confront a universe of possibilities that they had been denied. Tensions grew as the world became divided between those who had seen the truth of their existence and those who would rather shield their eyes.
When the tension broke, the clouds gave one final gift, a cleansing fire that raged throughout their world, set by the fear the night sky had brought. The survivors fled underground, telling their children that the sky was full of lies and to never return.
The clouds, ignorant of the destruction they had wrought, continued their dance across the heavens, until the descendants of those who survived the fires began to return to the surface again.
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Unnecessary info about me || a/n disclaimers :
J || 26 | INFJ | pan | she/her they/them
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Hi fellow lovely Rocket stans. I’m an artist/comic artist/illustrator by night and I’ve been in the gotg & Rocket x reader fandom since 2014. I read both romantic and platonic slash reader contents.
One shots is the format of fanfic I’m keen on reading and writing the most. The same goes for my comics (of another fandom). (Yes neurodivergent buddies) I also love reading headcanons, drabbles and imagines for Rocket and Rocket/reader.
But when I hv the time and energy I also enjoy savouring longer series. I just think I need to apply the same amount of love and energy to read the work as much as the writer wrote it with, so reading consumes much of my energy, despite it being one of my fav hobbies, so i need to be mentally prepared for longer works. That’s why I’ve been missing out on all the feasts out here why please give me focus and concentration to read a fanfic like pls
I love the galaxy and feel an immense power of it whenever I look at any pics of space and the sky. I feel the vastness and the depth of it, how nostalgic and reminiscing it is. Yes I’m an INFJ.
Rain sounds and thunderstorms help me sleep and soothe my mind.
I also love flowers and floral prints/patterns. I love the nature and all animals, especially huge dogs.
As stated in my bio I’ve been a very quiet Rocket stan for nearly a decade and never in my life did I even fathom the slightest possibility of me writing any x reader fics for him, despite having only a few to savour back in the old days, those I read again and again just to crave my selfish urge to make Rocket slightly happier in my memory (now seeing him laugh genuinely makes me wanna cry he’s too precious protect him at all cost). Plus Rocket is the only character in the entire universe whom I ship the reader with and whom I write x reader fics for lol dedication aye? (Will be posting sooner or later when I’m ready to be back on socials) (I stopped creating web comics anymore since like 4months ago cuz of my works being unauthorised reposted all the time,, tho I’ve been creating comics for a decade or so. but I’ll mainly post fanfics here, im still not ready to post any comics since the last incidents on Twitter in another fandom.)
(I might post my rather vast collection of Rocket merch I’ve collected over the years later in another post haha, just wanted to share the love w/ y’all lovelies. I’m honestly so glad to be back on Tumblr again tho I’ve been out of touch with any other SNS for a few years due to my deteriorating mental health, and tbh I’m not entirely ready for it so I’m not as active on Tumblr, but more as a fic enjoyer)
In most of my works Reader’s characteristics in the fic itself is mostly gn but I’m more comfortable using she/her pronouns for the reader. And it’s easier for me myself to imagine situations and dialogues between the two where the reader is comfortable w identifying herself as fem.
But generally I use the second POV for reader insert hopefully to create a better reading experience.
I haven’t read all the Rocket x reader works here on Tumblr nor on AO3 yet, so please lmk if there’s any good fics/ if any of my written tropes overlaps with any of the others. I tend not to read once I started writing because of this exact reason to avoid any possible misunderstandings, yet I do want to read that’s why I haven’t been writing any fics for Rocket for the past 9 years. I also tend to write along a similar trope and I’m a rather water style writer that means the creations of mine are merely slices of the characters’ lives evoking feelings of nostalgia/reminiscence/aching/relishing/realisation/paradigm shift without particular events nor entailments.
English is not my native language so pls bear with me in case there’s anything weird (mostly w cultures/ word choice/ styles of writing). Hmmm possibly and hopefully not too much since I’ve been in the MCU fandom and film/ pop culture shits for over a decade and more. Just to be clear there’s no offence intended if there’s anything sensitive I touched upon/ any lines I crossed that I might be unaware of.
I’m honestly so so happy to be able to connect with you beautiful fellow Rocket stans and rocket x reader writers/ shippers. Please feel free to reach out or drop an ask if there’s anything! Have a lovely day y’all <3
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Miracles
Judges 9:1-57, Psalm 58:1-11, John 6:1-24
My formal schooling is in the sciences and I often wonder about miracles. I have no problem believing in miracles. In fact, I believe they are necessary if one wants to believe in anything supernatural at all. If God exists, then God does stuff. A God who doesn't do stuff is irrelevant.
I am constantly filled with wonder about the natural world, about the minutia of it, and the zillions of tiny rules and patterns that make it up. And I am content to assume that there is a large system outside the one that is visible that occasionally breaks the observable rules of our system.
And so Jesus shows up and starts making bread ex nihilo and making wine out of water and walking on water and it all seems so confusing. He isn't planning to sustain people on heavenly bread for long. He isn't water to further his mission. Some miracles seem to be done for metaphorical purposes. Jesus curses a fig tree because the fig tree represents the nation of Israel. He came expecting fruit and there was none and so he cursed it. But some miracles seem purely utilitarian. He walks on water because he needed some alone time and there was only one boat. He makes wine to avoid a social scandal. He feeds five thousand people because they were hungry and in the wilderness. I don't think we need to read metaphors into these things. It's just God giving us a gift, a slight reprieve from the iron laws of nature we are normally bound by.
I'll finish with a joke that I heard a while back:
In the new creation (Heaven) Peter and Jesus are walking along the beach and chatting, as in the old days, reminiscing about all the times they shared on beaches, boats, and even on the water. Peter says, "Hey Jesus, you want to race to the other side of the lake? I think I'll stay up this time." Jesus thinks this is a great idea and they line up on shore. On Jesus's count they are off and Peter sprints out on to the water with Jesus right beside him. They're pretty evenly matched but it eventually becomes clear that Jesus is struggling. He's up to his ankles in the water and they're barely half way across. Peter takes the lead.
Jesus is really struggling now, slogging through the water which is now at shin height. Peter is way ahead now and it's clear the way this is going. Peter's even confident enough to take a look back. He isn't worried though. This is the new creation and there is no room for worry. So he finishes the race and waits for Jesus to come ashore. Jesus slogs closer and closer, eventually up to his waist and he has to swim the last fifty meters or so to the beach.
"What happened?" Asked Peter. "Last time you were bone dry and basically dancing on the waves."
"Last time?" Says Jesus, laughing in frustration as he wrung the water out of his beard. "Last time I didn't have these holes in my feet!"
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Chainsaw Man Episode 1 review: The best gore anime of 2022-2023?
From the creation of Tatsuki Fujimoto (Japanese Comic Artist) and the animation staff of MAPPA, today, we saw the final result of a masterpiece of Japanese animation. Chainsaw Man's first episode dropped today, and it had everything viewers asked for.
This is the exclusive review of the first episode of Chainsaw Man, and we'll also share the release date of the second episode of the anime. Let's start with the introductory animation.
Chainsaw Man Episode 1 animation
Right from the first scene, we are invited to a CGI-looking animation that, at the same time, doesn't look like CGI. The animation was smooth throughout the episode, something Berserk 2017 missed.
The first chainsaw man episode opens with the character introduction of Denji, followed by other characters who were there in the manga. Hence, the first episode is clear of any filler content. The anime then shows a glimpse of the world we're about to enter — The Devils.
The episode opens up similarly to the manga as we see Denji talking about selling his body parts to pay off his 30 billion depts. As we get to the 12-minute mark, the episode takes a grim turn to signify that the animation will be gory and gruesome, with blood everywhere.
Chainsaw Man Episode 1, plot progression
The episode doesn't wait to show cruel it will get as we see Denji talking about his loans and how he and his friend Pochita (The Chainsaw Man devil) are living on scraps and taking side jobs to make a living.
At the end of each day, the duo gets to eat some bread and lives in a shed filled with dusty goods. The episode then takes us back to when Denji's father dies, and his friends (gangsters) force little Denji to pay the remaining dept.
Since Denji is little and doesn't have money of his own, he sees Pochita at his father's grave and offers his body to the injured Devil. However, without knowing the intention of both of them, the duo starts hunting down devils and tries their best to pay off the debt.
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Chainsaw Man Episode 1: Denji's dream turns into a nightmare
Since the gangster are aware of Denji's friend Pochita, and they are tired of paying him money for the job, the gang leader, who calls himself "scamps," tries abusing Denji using the power acquired by the Devil.
As Denji is fooled into a new job, only to get stabbed by gang men from behind, the gang leader turns into a devil himself and unleashes a horde of zombies on him. The zombies follow the gang leaders' directions and try to kill Denji.
In the middle of the conflict, Denji and Pochita get stabbed in the abdomen and start losing blood faster. This decrease their speed to outrun the zombies, and as gory as it can get — the zombies start stabbing Denji, and he slowly losses consciousness due to the loss of blood.
The gang leader then commands the zombies to kill Denji completely by piercing his heart and all the vital organs, leaving Denji and Pochita in a lifeless position.
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Chainsaw Man Episode 1, Denji turns into Chainsaw Man Devil
While getting stapped and losing consciousness, Denji slowly fades into darkness as the zombies through his body and Pochita into the dustbin.
Since Pochita is not really dead, he soaks some of the blood coming from Denji's broken head and starts reminiscing about the time they first met.
The scene goes into the Past, where Denji allows a bruised Pochita to suck some of his blood because Devils can repair themselves with human blood.
Pochita then remembered a thing Denji had said while both of them were working cutting trees. Denji says that the Pochita can take over his body as someday, Denji was supposed to die, either at the hands of Devils or by the load sharks. Either way, he wanted Pochita never to stay hungry again and live his life as a normal being without conflict and poverty.
With this thought, Pochita gives his heart and powers to Denji, which ultimately triggers the Chainsaw Man's abilities inside him. Denji comes out of the trash container and pulls the trigger he had inside his chest.
The zombies pile up on him, and he starts smashing them one by one, and slowly and gradually, Denji becomes more overpowered than the rest of the crew and even takes down the gang leader in a few blows.
The animation throughout the fight scenes looks excellent, and the CGI does its job well because none of the scenes look odd or out of the "anime zone."
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Secrets to Successful Video Content
Sometimes it’s fun to look back at the good old days during the infancy of video. Do you remember when we “taped” our favorite things- music videos, soap operas, a tv show’s season finale? Back in those dark ages we often hoped there was enough tape left, that you did not forget to set the timer, and that there wouldn’t be a power outage. Video was almost purely for the value of entertainment. But its marketing edge was just around the corner. It is fun to reminisce about those times especially when we both personally and professionally utilize the practicality and power of video today.
Video marketing is a key component in any successful strategic marketing campaign. In today’s advertising world, with its seemingly endless variety of marketing options, video is front and center reeling in targeted customers, facilitating engagement, and building the all-important brand awareness in a highly competitive marketplace no matter your product or service. Enlisting the expertise of experts skilled in video content creation is a vital first step in your overall marketing strategy.
It is obvious we live in a world of short attention spans and myriad distractions. How many times have you clicked on a video but swiftly moved on because you weren’t hooked? How often have you been captured by a video and then shared it with others? We know the easy answer to these questions- many, many times. The popularity of video is a marketing powerhouse that is a necessary tool for businesses to build and maintain engaged audiences.
Your Video’s Purpose
Who are you? You are a storyteller. The very reason you are creating a video is to tell the story of your business. This is your stage to target and thus engage your audience with compelling, often emotional content. Learn who your viewers are and what do they want. Collaborating with marketing strategists, highly skilled in analyzing the algorithms of each platform, will provide you with a targeted approach that brings your story to life with viewers.
What to Include
Hook and headline = bread and butter. If you don’t have a compelling headline followed by content with an immediate hook, you have already lost your viewer. Your audience is bombarded with options and distracted in every direction. Secure their engagement with a headline that includes specific words that establish your powerful presence.
Then give viewers what they want. From your videos, they expect to learn who you are, what your products or services are, and why they should be engaged with your content. What they see and hear will first grab their attention. It is then up to you to connect and interact with your audience in a way that increases traffic and potentially increases sales. Remember- you are a storyteller.
And something that can often be ignored during the creation process is your call to action. It is essential that you make the ask. Give your audience a directive- call, contact, email, visit- whatever the method, make sure you tell them you want to connect.
Video Creation across Multimarketing Channels
Google may take the gold as the premier search engine in the world, but YouTube takes a very close silver as a platform where consumers conduct searches and learn about products and services. Other platforms are not far behind. You want your brand to establish a foothold on the platforms that see the greatest levels of traffic. YouTube, Facebook, and Instagram offer powerful tools for video presence. Your business can also capitalize on the exceptional engagement aspect of Facebook and Instagram by directly interacting with your audience and forming bonds that lead to brand loyalty.
It is also important to align with the influencers. They are named this for quite an effective reason- they drive popularity, increase traffic, and motivate an audience to purchase. Favorite musicians, actors, athletes, and other people of notoriety make a huge impact on the actions of their followers. If your favorite tennis star is Serena Williams, why wouldn’t you want to use the same racket? Or if your celebrity eats at a particular restaurant, of course you will be making reservations there. Their clout is undeniable when they endorse or merely mention something that has merited their attention or engagement.
Nut and Bolts
Now that you have your content established, do not cut corners with the basics because savvy consumers will notice. Whether you are opting for slick production or an authentic, homespun feel, you must ensure that you use the correct tools to achieve the visual and sound results you want. Camera quality and lighting are essential components for making a video that grabs viewers. Grainy images or distorted sound will immediately turn off viewers who are used to the very latest in high definition. Keep this in mind as you want your videos to be accessible and appealing across numerous platforms.
They must be mobile-friendly as phones are often the source of viewers scrolling for the most recent or popular find.
Adding a video marketing component to your overall strategic marketing campaign is easier than you might think. The options are practically endless- be serious, be funny, but most importantly be engaging and educational. Ensure your audience learns about you and that they become part of your story.
Contact CDMG today to create and schedule your video marketing campaign as part of your marketing strategy.
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