#i don't know if i will ever write again but whatever grows in my forest can be different but still just as good
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Shoutout to those whose burnout never felt like a controlled bush fire, but felt as a forest fire consuming everything in its path. To those whose burnout didn't blossom into new life on the forest floors, but whose burnout has only left charred bark and silence in its wake. There's nothing wrong with you. Burnout can feel like a wound sometimes, a secret you keep to yourself out of shame. Your forest is not ruined. The fire wasn't your fault. If something will start to blossom in that forest, it will take time. It will be small. But it will be life.
#positivity#encouragement#encouraging words#burnout#i thought of the english class i took where i had to write and i panicked...#...and that just... makes me sad to know i'm still in that burnout. i grieve the time lost#my burnout never felt small or controlled. it was a forest fire that raged through the entire thing. the entire forest is on fire#and that fire drives out all the life - it saps it out like a tapped tree#i don't know if i will ever write again but whatever grows in my forest can be different but still just as good#it will be better but it will be different#i guess i just need to wait and cultivate my forest to be ready for such a case
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Ockiss24 day 5 - darkness!
Characters: December (left), Violet (right)
World: my original project Dreamality :) (title is a work in progress i still dont know if i like it)
Writings under cut!
Once again, Violet and December met up for magic practice. It was a bit dark out, but neither of them minded it much. They stuck to the wide open field aways from the forest, and despite no moonlight, the stars seemed brighter than ever.
Violet was pleased to see him after her long day hunting - he was having a minimal pain day by the looks of the cane that sat beside him in the flowers.
Another thing she noted - his eyes were so shiny in the dark. She stared a ways away as he picked a poppy growing nearby, twisting it to and fro as he inspected how it looked, in his own little world of thought.
She could really watch for hours!
….but she should really make her presence known so she doesn't scare him!
So she walked forward casually, wings lighting her surroundings. “Hi December, I'm back! Are you ready for a new spell?”
December perked up at her voice. “Oh! Yes! Um- should I get up? Or?”
“Nah, you don't have to!” Violet replied, “this one's gonna be fun - I'll teach you to float!”
“Oooh, do you think I can do it?” December asks.
“I'm sure you can! It just needs some sort of focus from what I heard - something touching you that helps with the floating. Plenty of witches use their clothes as the object in question to charm. I was thinkin’ your cloak would make some fine floaties! And if not, we'll try it on your cane if you want. Or whichever one first!”
“Alright! Let's try my cloak first, then…” December replied.
Violet proceeded to show him the spell, using her scarf as the focus - he repeated it with his cloak to an amazingly quick success!
But… the cloak wasn't the best idea. The way it hung on its own wasn't comfortable. With the cane, it required him holding on, and it wasn't comfortable to use like a witch broom, besides not having the best arm strength and balance.
Eventually, the two workshopped and fine tuned until they figured out that the bandages he wore worked out perfectly!
Just like that, the two were floating upwards, Violet using her wings to stay afloat. Together, they marveled at the stars and from there, simply worked on how long December could concentrate on the spell.
And being up in the air gave the two plenty of time to chat about life. Violet’s been helping out the less fortunate between her hunting for a cure for River's entrapment, while December was recently accepted into a college for higher learnings of magic. Being able to find a cure amongst that extensive library would be a plus…
And of course, as the two remember what happened to River, a sad sort of silence fell between them.
And so, December grabbed her hands gently.
“I'd be really happy if you applied, too.” December said, smiling a little. “If we can't find a cure there, maybe… I dunno. It's somethin’ to do.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Violet said. “If they accept demons, I wouldn't mind trying school for real.”
“They'd make an exception for you, I'm sure! You're really sweet.” December replied.
And once again, his past conversation with River about Violet crossed his mind. She always classifies herself as a demon, yet she doesn't look or act like one. Her picking of souls isn't whatever is in front of her. She has no horns. Her wings are without proper form, just beautiful, melting stardust.
Maybe he could figure out that mystery, too, and tell River when he's free that his theory about the kid he loved as a daughter was right all along.
“Thanks, December.” Violet says, “show me how to apply when we get home, yeah?”
“Of course!”
At this, Violet starts to get excited thinking about it, swaying their intertwined hands between them in a little mock dance.
And then, another thought that had been nagging her recently crossed her mind.
“Hey, you know what's kinda weird?” Violet asked.
“Mhm?” December hummed in reply.
“I see it happen all the time around me. You know. But I never really do it myself.”
“Do what?”
“Kiss someone.”
At this, December blushed. “O-oh.”
“Right? I kinda don't get the hype. It's like. What does it really do?”
“I… well… it feels nice, i guess?”
“You guess?”
“I-i never really kissed anyone, either.”
Now. She wasn't sure why, but Violet figured she'd ask.
“Well. Do you wanna find out the big deal?” She asked.
December looked a bit nervous, but a bit excited, too. “Um! S-sure! A-are you sure you want to try it with me?!”
“Yup. We're best friends, so I don’t think there's anybody else I'd wanna try it with.” She replied.
“Well.” December replied, pulling her a bit closer as they floated, “Alright. I agree. L-let's try!”
And with that, Violet leaned in an kissed him.
December froze stiff. He forgot to do anything at all!
Including holding his concentration on that spell.
He quickly began to fall, slipping from her fingers a quick second before she quickly dove down and scooped him up. From there, she floated back down to the ground with him in her arms.
“My bad! I kind of forgot about the spell!! No smooches while concentrating!” Violet apologized, flushed from embarrassment.
December was blushing for different reasons. “I-it's ok! I forgot too.” After a pause, he said, “I don't think I kissed you right, either… c-could I try again?”
With that, she blushed even harder. “I! Um! Yeah, if you wanna…”
Truth be told, she understood why kisses were so fun, now.
Eventually, the two of them would come to realize that they didn't focus on any other spells that night.
At all.
Whoopsie!
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Hiii I hope this request is following the rules but I was hoping to just read more about Joshua and Arinya…. Literally anything you got they are so cute together and I love the way you write their dynamic. Thank you!!!!
soooo i needed some help with ideas so i asked my resident arishua stan @neverknewgrey2016 so here's more content for u my love <3 (and thank u again star for the idea!!)
warnings: hunting and mentions of skinning animals but nothing actually gets killed or skinned
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"So...you buy most of your groceries at the market, but sometimes you go out and find food instead?"
"Yeah, basically."
Arinya nodded slowly as her and Joshua walked deeper into the woods, and then asked, "But don't you buy meat sometimes?"
He already knew where this was going and sighed, "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because sometimes we can't find enough meat or any meat, and sometimes nobody feels like skinning a deer or a bear," he explained, trying to stay calm and level-headed. After all, Ari didn't know much and she was just curious. She was like a child who was still learning.
And was also his responsibility.
"Why can't you find any?"
Josh let out a deep sigh.
"Last question, I promise!" she quickly added.
"For now," he scoffed, rolling his eyes though there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Anyway, we're considered predators to most, if not all animals. They know where we are and go back to tell other animals. We've learned to be stealthier, so we catch more than we used to."
Now, Joshua was well aware that his mate had hunted before, but he also knew it was only much smaller animals. Ari had only ever talked about eating squirrels, rodents, the occasional bird, and whatever small animals she could catch while on her own. So his goal today was to teach her how to catch her very first deer.
There was a little bit of silence as the pair continued to walk. Ari was content listening to the tweet of birds and the little scurry of squirrels. But then she got curious again, only her question was a little different than the others.
"Do you really think I can do this?" she asked, looking up at Joshua was a little uncertainty on her face.
He looked down at her with a reassuring, warm smile as he put an arm around her shoulders, "'Course you can. Maybe not first try, but you can do it. Now, we're almost to our hunting spot so you have to be really quiet, baby."
The plan was for Ari to shift while Josh stayed human to communicate with her. He was going to hide off in a shrub or up in a tree somewhere to keep watch, but he would obviously intervein if anything were to happen -- not that he expected a deer to fight back against a werecoyote. Despite her being smaller, she was still considered a predator.
Even if she didn't really know what she was doing and was overall far too sweet to be one.
"If you get too scared or anything happens that gives you a bad feeling, just run," he told her before he sent her off. "I'll take care of it."
All she did was stare at him -- not that she could speak to him, anyway -- and let out a short sigh after a beat of silence. She wanted to tell him she could take care of herself even though she'd continued to tell him that constantly.
"Okay, I don't need the attitude," he frowned.
She rolled her eyes before she turned away from him and started trotting deeper into the woods.
"Okay, brat," he grumbled but jogged after her.
It took a little bit of careful sneaking through the forest, but Arinya finally spotted a deer drinking from a stream. She hunched down low and waited for a bit, watching before slowly and silently crawling through the brush. Any time the deer popped its head up and looked around, Ari would pause.
"Atta girl," Joshua whispered to himself, watching her with a growing, proud smile.
There was a perfect opening for Ari to pounce. She would easily make the distance and land on the unsuspecting deer so she could kill it and bring her achievement back home where she would no doubt beam at the pack as she squealed about killing her first deer. Joshua's heart was already swelling with pride at the thought, happy and--
Ari darted off to the right suddenly, going completely away from the deer and effectively scaring it off.
Not knowing what happened, Josh assumed the worst. He assumed she sensed something bad, so he bolted after her. That is, until he saw a tiny blur of grey run only a few yards away from his feet, and he skidded to a stop.
Ari was a blur as she ran passed him, after the tiny bunny.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." he sighed, dropping his head into his hands. After taking a deep breath and letting it out to calm himself, he lifted his head and looked in the direction that his mate had run, only to see her chasing the bunny in odd figure-eights. "Arinya Inthipan! The bunnies don't want to be your friend -- I've told you so many times!"
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happy whatever-you-celebrate-if-you-celebrate!!! here have an elma struggling with an identity crisis :3
this one is really painful and i tried my best to have this parallel the translation this responds to soooo hope you like it or something
9/7, 心に穴が空いた (A Hole Opened Up In My Heart/Kokoro ni Ana ga Aita)
A small hole has just opened
In this chest, in the middle of my heart
This false night you kept describing, it painted the town
Painted the town in that sunset hue
I want to forget
I really want to forget
But no matter how much I try to forget, all that crosses my mind is this blue sky
And all I can picture besides that blue is you
That's why a hole opened up in my heart
My heart tried to beat, like it was trying to fill that hole,
Even those words I said to you
When I open my mouth, everything that comes out are nothing more than excuses
That's why a hole opened up in my heart
Only the falling rain, it seems warm, I thought
As I fix, fix, try to fix,
My faceless self, alone.
It's a bit like sleeping in a forest
With sunlight shining through the little gaps between the leaves
But it's deep, kind of like the bottom of the sea
Deep, deeper, deeper, like falling forever into sleep
Until the only thing I see is that moonlight
You opened a hole in my heart, you know
What purpose does music have in the end, anyway?
Just open your mouth,
Keeping it shut won't ever give you anything!
There are countless things I really want to forget
But all that comes out of my mouth are more words of resignation
As I stumble, trip, fall,
And feel the cold ground.
I wanted to write about my life,
And to somehow turn that into your life.
It's because of those songs you left me, and I'm sure
That it's all music's fault!
I stole the way you kept speaking
And I tried to copy the way you lived
Until there was nothing left of me, until I blasted all of myself away,
But I'm still here…
In this hole that opened up in my heart,
Are those words you said, words I cling to
Even that's not the case anymore,
I really, never want to hear that word, "goodbye" ever again
You know, there are far too many things I wish I could let go of
But from this point on, only I will grow older,
Grow colder,
Colder…
And in my heart, this hole opens
Your words - that has to be why it opened
And now I understand what you meant by
"You alone are my music", Amy
That's why a hole has opened up in my heart
You were once there, on the other side
But now it spreads, spreads, spreads,
This hole that can't just close.
And only I stand here, with a hole in my heart.
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daKAARAAAAA KOKOOROOO NIII ANAAA GAAA AITAAAA
if i were to choose one song that summarizes Elma's Diary, it would be this one. just UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
i probably already said this but the fACT THAT THIS TAKES THE "I WANNA OPEN A HOLE IN YOU" THINGY FROM YORU MAGAI IS JUST UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JUST OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW AND THEN "THAT'S WHY A HOLE HAS OPENED IN MY HEART" IWSEUGBFJDDDDDAIR9VQUGV4BIEORSIH
i don't know what i was thinking posting this on christmas. this is my gift to the world i guess.
okay i'm done haveee a nice holiday. woo :P
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hellloo helloooo uncle nina i just wanted to say i am soooo in love with pep and rm and You!!! you are so cool and awesome and i really admire your personality and your style and your dedication!!! it’s so beautiful that you care so much about the story and the characters, the way you portray stan and kyle as polar opposites but in the most gorgeous way possible. i am genuinely jaw dropped every time i read any of your works because every single word just feels so carefully picked out it gives me goosebumps
you seem like the nicest, funniest, most honest person ever and it’s so sweet that you care so much about your readers, you seem like you’re really easy to talk to!! you seem so genuine and human it’s really comforting and im sorry if this is weird hshsj i just think you’re one of the coolest people ever
hello lovely, <3
i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to your message and please know that it was not from apathy or disinterest, but rather, because i spent many days marveling at this message and, quite frankly:
you, darling.
now, i imagine it must be frightfully hard to type what with your laptop threatening to fall through whatever delicious cotton candy cloud you're resting on somewhere in the sky, winged and wonderful, or that it must be terribly difficult to get a word in edge wise, what with all the little forest creatures chirping happily away at you or with all the flowers and vines swirling around your wrists, growing in your direction, thriving under the sunshine your soul emits so effortlessly.
still, despite the innumerable challenges that you must endure daily as an ethereal earth angel and a person more precious than any rare metal, i thank you, petal, for taking the time to send this message to me and please, if you can, spare me some grace as i attempt to write a response that is even half as lovely as the message you wrote me.
( also a lot of this isn't relevant i am just talking a lot: writer girl L. )
first off, it means so much to me that you enjoy my work, my friend.
i really do write from the heart and i am glad that it shows. :')
writing is something that has always felt as easy as breathing to me, its equal parts relaxing and cathartic to me as well as my favorite thing in the world to do -- specifically writing FF, which rocks because i get what i love and share it with people who do too! <3
and i know this is my hobby for fun, but i do...take the things i write a little bit too seriously. mostly in the sense that i want to write beautiful and evocative things, nice things, quality content, because other wise, what am i doing? it's one thing to waste my time, but its another thing entirely to waste yours. you deserve good things.
that's why the things i write take so long, i guess? because i do try to choose my words carefully. i change sentences several times, sometimes multiple times even after i have published a chapter just because i am committed to putting out the best version of what i write that i can. not even just in terms of objectively good writing...academically...but in Feeling.
if i'm writing something and you're just reading it and not feeling it than i am doing something wrong, haha. <3
( it's also why i snapped at that anon the other day...because i already work so hard to put good content out and exert myself a lot to do so, that being badgered like that or being made to seem like i don't care about my fanfics when i format them intricately for DAYS...irks me...
...also because the tag is already so dead, interest is already so low, so to set your expectations so high of me, that stress and anxiety of which being what made me pause peppermint to begin with, when i honestly, because of the lack of engagement/inspiration, considered disappearing into the woods and never updating again...was whack. )
BUT! moving on! it thrills me so much that you like stan and kyle and like their dynamic. like, i know it's cringey to call your favorite fictional characters your sons, or whatever, but seriously, they are kind of like...my sons i'm not even kidding. i will take being cringe; its fine.
my boys, my boys, my boys. i love being a boy mom, lmaoooo <3
like they were whatever 2d character skeleton matt and trey created, but in pep specifically, i put a lot of me in them, a lot of my real experiences, my personality, virtues, flaws, and my humanity. so i'm glad that they feel real to you, because they are living in a sense that i tried to breathe as much life into them as i could. they're...very me.
also that polar opposites comment made me kick my feet because i loooove opposites attract ships. it's literally my favorite favorite ship. i specifically really like opposites attract where one of them is really sweet and the other one is really mean, loud/quiet, intro/extrovert.
more specifically even before i was a style girl, my favorite characters to write are....not even joking... 'mean, gay, introverted, academic, solitaire, nerd character who thinks everyone is a fucking idiot' and like 'beautiful troubled pyrite golden boy atlas who who smiles the widest out of anyone but is the most miserable out of everyone'.
so style really just kind of fell in my lap. south park blessed me, truly.
( i also really got comfortable writing kenny and bebe, because i really like characters with layers that get typecasted by their apperance, but are so drastically different behind the scenes, but no one looks.
its also why i did not immediately gravitate towards creek...not only is the fanon really aggressive, but i just do not have the same understanding/innate feeling of them...so if they sound weird in rm...its really difficult for me to write them: i'm sorry if they're flat. )
but back to stan and kyle...my sons who i raised lmao...
they're co-dependent and like soul bonded, but its important to me that they are seen as individuals because they are so different and their differences bring out the best in each other. love them omg.
i actually kind of got a little nervous writing rm ( for a lot of reasons ), but because they're still opposites attract style but in a different font and they smell different and act different askhdlashd which i thought people might think is ooc because they're different than pep, but they are actually...in character i swear. i like very consciously designed them to make sense even they it don’t right now. *sweats*
i know i don’t have to explain myself or owe any kind of explanation for myself, but it validates me because…
good plot and things connecting is a large part of my foundation and belief system as a writer. i like when things work together. when stuff feels not important or is weird...it pisses me off, lmao. which is why i scrapped the recent kyle chapters...and its why rm is so complicated because i'm carrying you guys through the dark basically, haha.
so skhdlksad tldr: thank you for enjoying my stories! i work hard on the word choices, characterizations and plot!
...but more than that, it i feel many, infinite and all-encompassing happinesses knowing that you enjoy me as a person. :)
using the word "person" feels very important to me because i have never been very fond of the idea of being just a "fanfiction author" and you all being my "readers". something about that feels very stale...and dehumanizing.
which is why, when i first wrote peppermint, i signed it with nina. it's also why i write such long, deranged author's notes before my chapters and respond to you with such ( sometimes, i fear, overwhelming ) excitement and verbiage in my comments section!
it's because i want you to see that i am a person who aims to write so vividly and candidly about fake people, that the real people reading it feel seen by it. and that you know, in doing so, in representing you in some way, that i see you, honor you and love you very, very much.
it's also why i made this tumblr! because i just wanted to chat with you guys more and show you that i exist outside of ao3. and while it was fun doing all the social medias ( i do really miss the tiktok and stuff ), i was a little scared it was becoming too like, me acting like a weird celebrity? pandering? not being humble? idk? i was also a little scared with being too careless on the internet. a lot of things...but mostly because i felt like it was creating a weird creator/reader thing.
and i never want you to feel like that, like there's a wall or something.
you and me, all of you and me, i see us all as equal and quite frankly, i value you over me! you are not people reading my fic, but my friends.
and friends, i think, use each others names which is why i gave you mine because being called boxwinebaddie felt...criminally insane.
but aaaaa!! i'm so glad you think i am sweet ( i try very hard to be kind always, it hurts my stomach so bad to be mean, i hate it ) and funny and...most notably, honest?! i really do feel like being authentic with all of you is important. which is why i am vulnerable on here, to show you that i am human and flawed and that if you are, that's okay!
if you are scared to make mistakes, don't worry! i'll make them <3
i specifically liked the recent installment of being called uncle nina because it just feels very warm and zesty to me. <3 i really do try to give off cool older sister energy or crazy but cool zany aunt vibes :)
and...to be honest?
in regards to being comforting and easy to talk to:
….i think i am???!! dhsjkssk
i am the therapy friend. this is a safe place and i do really pride myself on being someone who is easy to talk to. with that said, talk to me any time, lovie! you can always message me about anything! any time of day! i am here to help you. i want you to feel loved, cared about and safe. its imperative to me that you do.
if you need help, seek help. <3
if you are having a hard day, i will read to you in the bad kyle new jersey accent and make u a peppermint cocoa.
my dms are your dms, my ask box is your ask box! i apprecaite all kinds of mesages and actually, i really like, when i am sad, if people will just tell me about stuff they've been dealing with! or something that made them smile! a crush they have! how theyre doing, etc!
but before i go on too, too, toooooo, long, thank you darling for your message, i'm glad my fanfiction and i feel authetic and warm to you.
please treat yourself everyday with the kindness i would treat you.
and from whatever hurts or harms, my miracle,
i hope that you heal. <3333333
-uncle nina :’)
#i'm sorry i wrote so much and also nothing at all#this really touched my heart#i feel really special and blessed to have readers who are as wonderful as all of you#and i am really glad that i feel real to you#because i try to be#and i pride myself on being easy to talk to and warm and receptive#i was going through a horrible funk of being like maybe i should just run away and never post again#but this is curing that#so thank u miracle
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A greater journey ... pt. 2
AN: Was an idea probably like two weeks ago, now i get to write it. :)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Scroll away please, thank you.
Read part 1 here.
-Again.. if you'd read you'd know.. - you said taking a long drag from the joint.
-Since when do you smoke? - he asked.. now you just turned to look at him sarcastically before turning back towards the forest.
He lit himself his own joint, and sat next to you quietly..
It wasn't the pleasant silence between you two anymore. You were heartbroken and beyond pissed, and he... he was angry as well.
-Did you get my letters? - you asked quietly.
-Um.. i.. i did yes.. - he answered, with a hint of sadness in his words..
-Hm.. - you hummed.
-I.. i wanted to reply.. i don't know why i didn't.. i'm sorry (Y/n).
-It's okay. You had better things to do. How's things with Crissy? - you asked with a small smile. You're here for a little while, might as well salvage whatever you had left of his friendship.
-What? How do you know about that? - he asked, suddenly protective, as if you shouldn't have known about it at all.
-Well, Steve calls me sometimes, he loves to talk about how you crossed his plans, one of them was Crissy. - you said laughing.
-Well, what about you and Steve then? - he asked he doesn't even really know why. He was jealous, but at the same time it was him who stopped replying, who let you go like a coward.
-Nothing about Steve and me, never were and never will be. We are friends, he's a nice guy, he changed somewhere in the last 3 years, Nancy growing balls probably humbled him a bit.
-There's no Crissy, she just.. um.. she wanted free stash. it was over before it started. - he said playing with the rings on his fingers.
-Did you want it to last though? - you asked, suddenly way too aware how close he was sitting to you, and how you should't be upset that he had a girlfriend or that maybe he loved someone else. He would certainly never love you that way. - I mean.. i wish for you to be happy, and like.. to be with someone who doesn't only want free stash.. - you said with a small smile.
-Oh c'mon, you'd love the free stash, don't ya? - he jokingling bumped into your shoulder with a laugh.
-Well i mean, it smell quite nice, maybe if you share, i'll share mine. - you said wiggling your eyebrows. This was nice, maybe you two could be friends again.
-Movie night tomorrow then? Bring ya stash. - he asked with a wink.
-You still live in the park? - you asked, to which he nodded.
-Be there by 6. - he said before he stood up, and left, not waiting for your answer.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. You didn't know what to wear, or how to act around him anymore. A band t-shirt couldn't be a bad choice you thought, it was great with a black linen short, high waisted of course. You put your sneakers on, then left.
You arrived 5 minutes late, only to find him anxiously sitting in the door of his trailer, smoking a cigarette, and sometimes chew on his fingernail. You stood in the gate of the trailer park, smiling at him and how anxious he was. Was he thinking you stood him up? No, probably problems with Crissy or something. You walked up to him, smiling when his eyes lit up when he saw you.
-I thought you won't come. - he laughed while scratching his neck. He then stepped aside, letting you enter the trailer. You found the usual place of the tv empty, looking at him without a word.
-Oh i.. since we'll be smoking too i took it to my room. - he laughed, as you made an aah sound, understanding it. As you entered his room, you smiled how it hadn't change, you put your stash on his coffee table, mindlessly going around the room, seeing all the memories. He stood in his door, smiling. As you got to the shelf you saw the board you made. It was battered but still in good condition. You smoothed your fingers over it, with the widest grin you had in you.
-You still have this? - you squealed.
-Of course i do, it's from you, it's the most amazing gift i ever recieved. - he said smiling at you.
You sat on his bed, with your back to the wall, rolling a joint from your stuff. He sat down next to you, starting the movie. Of course it was horror, you rolled your eyes. You knew he deliberately chose this, cause he found some kind of joy when you jumped closer, or when you asked him to walk you home. Jokes on him, you were a grown woman, not needing that anymore.
The movie played, and you both laughed. Being high did wonders for your nerves as well, so you were able to laugh at the gory scenes before you, rather than become anxious. You couldn't remember the last time you were this high. Mixing both your stuff made a wonderful blend. Truth be told laying next to him, watching a movie in the dark, hearing his breathing, his laugh, how close he was made your old feeling bubble up. Probably the weed was what helped the smallest with the horniness you felt. When the movie finished you sat up. Looking at the clock.
-I.. i should head home.. -you said looking at your fingers in your lap.
-You.. you could stay, i can sleep on the couch, your dad probably won't be happy seeing you this high either. We could... we could even play a campaign if you.. if that's what you want. - he rambled, and it was so cute, your heart fluttered seeing how he wanted to make you stay. Even if it's just a bit more.
-You're right about dad.. - you nod, sitting back down. - heck, why not then, BRING THE BOARD. - you said, smiling at him as he practically ran for the board you painted.
-So what's it gonna be Munson? - you asked raising an eyebrow at him.
-Oh .. i have it prepared don't you worry.. So.. you find yourself alone in the dark forest.. Nothing crossed your path so far, but you were trying to keep a brave face.. You needed to find your friend, you're not gonna go home without him. - he started his story.
-Suddenly you hear noises. Someone runs around you in circles. You are the prey, the fast creature gets closer and closer. - he says as he sits a bit closer with a smirk. Making you giggle.
-I'll... draw my potion, throwing it to the ground releasing a toxic fog that will damage everyone except me. - you say proudly.
Eddie takes his dices, and looks at you smirking again.
-Your potion only works on living creatures, the monster closes in on you, and snakes his hands around your waist bfore jumping up above the clouds.. - he says as he jumps at you tickling your sides. You giggle and sturggle in his hold, trying to yell something to stop this.
-I draw my dagger and try to slice off his arms so he'd release me. - you yell while still giggling. He slowly stops, his hand stills on your side as he looks into your eyes before answering, not even caring for the dice at this point.
-Too bad, as you draw your dagger it falls out of your grasp, falling towards the ground, making you defenseless against your attacker.. - he said - as you look closer, you see his long, dark, wavy hair, his handsome features, his ring adorned finger. His eyes flash red, he isn't human - he stops, as he fakes a faint - he's a vampire, the most handsome one around the great great world, and he's taking you back to his castle.
-Hmm.. - you say, as you reach for his hair. His face is way too close for people who are just friends, his eyes always searching for yours, sometimes dipping down to look at your lips, but then always finding your eyes again. -He is indeed handsome,- you take a piece of hair and play with it. -i'll..
You start, but he ignores it, adjusting you in his arms, scooping you closer, so that your noses almost touch, his hand drawing small circles on your side, both soothing and electrifying, you wish to stay like this forever. The sweet bliss of not knowing if he's playing, and will reject you, or maybe he wants you just as bad.
-The vampire brings you closer to him, hiding you from the cold wind, before landing on the balcony of the castle. - he almost whispers - he puts you down, but doesn'T let you go.
-I'll ask what does he want to do with me? Why me?
Eddie takes a deep shaky breath and closes his eyes as he continues.
-He doesn't speak, he appears as a voice in your head. "My sweet elf princess, i have been watching, waiting for you for years, not mindig you never saw me, but now, i can't wait any longer, i fear i may perish if i let you out of my embrace again. - he whispers, then opens up his eyes, only to find yours tear stricken, searching for the truth in his, looking for any sign that this is just a cruel game. Yet you find none.
-Eddie.. - is all you say before he leans in to kiss you softly. You waited for this very moment for so long. When he back up a bit, he caresses your face with one hand.
-Why didn't you write back to me? - you asked softly, playing with his necklace, not daring to look into his eyes.
He sighed, and took your hand to put a kiss on the back of it.
-I couldn't really keep it in anymore, but this wasn't something i wanted to tell over ink and paper, and what if you don't feel the same, then you'd just stop writing and it would kill me.. so.. i had to pray you'll come home to me again..
-You stupid goon... don't feel the same? You think anyone ever got any gift from me? You think i'd read lovecraft and like a whole ass manual on everybody's hobbies? - you asked snaking your hands around his neck.
-What can i say, i was a blind fuck.. - he said before kissing you again. When he stops to take a breath, you smirk. He shoots you a questioning look.
-I'll push him on his bed, and get on top of him, making him wonder if i'll slit his throat or give him something a bit more fun.. - you say as you turn him, then straddling him, his hands immediately go to your hips, holding you in place.
-Hm... - he murmurs, liking your weight and warmth on him. - you're succesfully placed yourself on top of him, but oh wait, his strong hands are making you move up and down on him, making you all hot, wanting more.. - he murmurs into your ears, as he starts to move your hips making you grind down on him. The linen shorts not giving much friction, a slow whimper leaves you as you feel his member twitch in his pants. You kiss him roughly, biting his bottom lip. He cant take it anymore, he snakes a hand behind your neck, and another on your back as he basically throws you into his bed, placing himself between your legs, and on top of you.
-I wanted you for so long... i was so so so stupid not to realize... - he said between kisses. He trailed down from your lips, to your neck.
-Eddie..- you breathed out, you wanted him badly. For years, but now with his kind of confession, and the weed, and him.. it was worse than ever. Your hands shot for the hem of his shirt, tugging it off before your fingers traced his tattooes, kissing them, then kissing his neck, biting it lightly..
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If this gets enough feedback, i'll write the third part.. i thought like whole smut w the d n d elements.. if that's something you would like.
Let me know <3
#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#stranger things#fanfic
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Author Ask Tag Game
Thank you @digital-chance and @aziz-reads for tagging me! Check out their posts here and here.
Doing this for the underglory as always <3
What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?
I honestly didn't choose the themes they just sort of arose as I developed the idea. I guess the main themes would be recovery, friendship and self acceptance.
2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?
Oh don't get me started on the worldbuilding! I'm very inspired by the world around me for setting so there's lots of forests, heathland and beaches. Some of the creatures are inspired by dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures (and there's also dragons!). However most of the rest of it doesn't have any specific inspiration, it just appeared in my head one day.
3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?
So Rai's main goal through most of the story is to get unpossessed by Camila which, at the start, means doing what she wants to complete their deal. However, as he learns more about her, he realises that doing what she want would actually make his life way worse so he has to figure out a different way. Of course he has other underlying goals such as getting back to his family (and helping his mum get rid of her abusive boyfriend). I'm not really trying to achieve anything with this but I can definitely see the themes of recovering from abuse and standing up for yourself.
4. How many chapters is your story going to have?
I've got no idea. I've been chaptering things pretty much at random so who knows at this point.
5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
Original content and maybe nowhere... I might publish it one day but it's definitely more of a passion project at the moment.
6. When and why did you start writing?
I've been writing ever since I was a kid (although I've been through several years without writing in between because school was absolutely draining me) but I've picked it up properly again now because i find it fun! It's a nice escape from dealing with life where I can just make up whatever I want.
7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?
The best advice is to just write. My biggest problem is i have to plan everything but I'm never happy with it so the best thing to do is just write! You can always change it later. Just write things that you enjoy and I'm sure you'll have a good time :)
I follow a lot people so I'm not going to tag all of them but here's a few of my wonderful mutuals (you should follow them!) : @mariahwritesstuff @camillenrose @kaiusvnoir @thesoftestofpetals @fictionalbullshitter @serenanymph @cilly-the-writer @macabremoons and more! (no pressure to do the tag game of course <3)
Questions under the cut:
What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?
How many chapters is your story going to have?
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
When and why did you start writing?
Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?
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My Favourite Paper Mario Goombario Tattles
Alright guess who looked up and read every single Goombario tattle and took notes on the best ones so I could reference them later
This was only possible due to http://shrines.rpgclassics.com/n64/papermario/tattle.shtml this totally amazing webpage made by John Lange
For reference this is Goombario
So here's the ones that I liked the best (so you don't have to read them all):
As short as I am, when we walk through flowers, I can't see a thing!
Bowser should really look into some ambient lighting.
You know, if I were designing a castle, I wouldn't put in so many corridors. Well, whatever. You can't expect Bowser to have good taste.
It's a Cymbal Bush. It grows only on Lavalava Island and has two stiff petals growing side by side. If you disturb it, the petals slam! Wanna try? I dare you!
Bowser…? But he looks kind of…lame. I mean, he's lame anyway, but…
It's Jr. Troopa again! My man! The little guy still has some egg shell left on his body! Aww!
This Toad claims that he and his girl are in love. But just the other day, he told me he liked a different girl! What a cad!
This Toad is pretty smart. I wonder where he gets all of his information. There's a rumor that this is the Toad who writes the Toad Town Times. There's also a rumor that Luigi is the one who writes it. I wonder which rumor is true?
I wonder how many Goombas would fit inside one whale?
That's Jr. Troopa. He used to boot us out of the forest near Goomba Village. He thinks he's pretty tough. As far as I can tell, he goes around picking fights with people who are stronger than he is. Talk about dumb! His hobbies are working out and ordering stuff by mail.
That's a Boo who lives here in Gusty Gulch. This land is totally barren. I wonder what Boos find to eat around these parts. Oh yeah, they're ghosts. I guess maybe they don't need to eat anything.
These followers of Bowser run the Puff Puff Machine. They're continuing their evil plan to fill this fair land with clouds. Boy, Bowser and his goons think up the strangest ways to mess with our world, huh? They're really quite creative.
He's the penguin who sells things in this shop. He also keeps and buys items. By the way, is it only my imagination or are you the only person who ever shops here? I've never seen anyone else here.
This penguin is guarding the warehouse. But he lost the Warehouse Key. …Not the best job of guarding. I guess he figures that he'll just stand there staring and pretend he's doing a good job.
So what I learned is that Goombario is king of roasting apparently
I really love the writing in the Paper Mario games, I'm glad you stopped to appreciate it with me today :)
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Short Story - If a Tree Falls...
Alright, this is the first short story I've written in a while. I wrote this for my English class and I think it's good enough to share here. The main story and epilogue will not be in one big post, but this post and a reblog because this is pretty long for a single post.
Word Count of Main Story + Epilogue = 3,054 words.
Trigger Warnings (I've never done anything like this, so if there are any other warning you want me to add, let me know and I will):
Violence - I don't explain any injuries in much detail, but part of the climax scene could be a little disturbing as the main character is attacked and briefly gagged.
Death - No one explictly dies, but a dead character is discussed.
Aftermath of attack - Again, this isn't too bad, but the main character ends up passing out.
This isn't a trigger warning, but I would like to mention that the epilogue is a bit of a silly riff on Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural. I was watching it while I was editing and I decided to write an epilogue based on it... Anways, I had a lot of fun writing this and am really happy with it, but if you have some, constructive critism is always welcome. I hope you enjoy! ~ Nova.
If a Tree Falls…
When I was little, Nana Delilah always told me to never go into the Green Byerl Growth. She said it was infested with things we shouldn’t mess with. She said that the forest could truly come alive, but she would never say exactly what would happen there. I would ask her, “Isn’t the forest already alive?”
“Technically, it is,” she would say, “but you’ve never seen it truly alive. Alive in a way that would make you never want to leave the house again. Alive in a way that would lead to you never getting a wink of sleep again. It’d scare you so much that you’d forever feel like it was watching you.”
“How do you know that, Nana?”
“I had to learn that because of your father.” The conversations would always end like that. I’ve always wondered what he was like, my father that is. Nana never has any photos of him around our cottage, the ash walls barren and the granite countertops empty, but she said I looked a lot like him with the field of freckles across my face and my short cinnamon brown hair that, unwashed, would look like a bird’s nest. That would be all she ever commented on though, she would never mention where I got my emerald eyes or lanky limbs from. I assume it's from my mother, but I think Nana would rather die than talk about her. All she would ever say about my mom is, “Your mother is the reason you’re stuck with me.”
I wish she had told me what that really meant (it would have saved me a lot of confusion).
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It was a sunny day on June 28th, 1961 which was quite normal. The weather was always nice in Rosary Valley, no matter the season. It was our paradise sitting in a little pocket of North Carolina. You could grow pretty much anything you wanted here, but cypress trees happened to especially love the area. They permeated through the entire town and surrounding area mixed in with yew and wych elm trees. Nana and I grew a lot of plants in the area around our house. We mainly grew crops, but I loved our flowers. My favorites were the hyacinths, chrysanthemums, and lilies. Our plants always grew a little faster than normal, always looking brighter and more alive than usual, but they made good money for us so I would never ask about it (I should have). From what I could remember, Nana never got along with people that actually lived in town. That’s why I was the person to set up my white plywood cart in the center of town, selling whatever we harvested from our small fields or garden that day along with whatever photos I had recently taken.
I won a polaroid camera by playing Mama Said by The Shirelles on my guitar at a school talent show. The camera was a light cream color, like the color that coffee turns to with enough milk, with a rainbow stripe right down the middle and a bright red button. I had been using it a lot since the school year had ended, taking photos of things I found in our garden. People had really loved the pictures I had taken of butterflies. I found a Pearl Crescent resting on a Blazing Star, a Black Swallowtail perched on a Bloodroot, an American Lady on a beautiful Eastern Blue Star, and a Mourning Cloak laying on some Foxglove Beardtongue. I had also taken some photos of the three churches in town, each very different looking with walls of gilded blackstone, colored cinder blocks, and stained glass. I got paid a good amount for those photos. The churches also bought me more film to take pictures from the town’s post office once I had finished with their pictures.
On that day, I had 12 photos for sale. Three were of the town’s broken clock tower at dusk the night before, four were images of a melanistic herd of deer in one of our broccoli patches, six were of a late clear night when I saw a myriad of fireflies, one was of a discolored midnight black rose, and one was of a Carolina Swamp Snake that was sunning itself contently on a rock near the Green Byerl Growth. I was able to sell most of them except the pictures of the rose and snake. While I was rearranging the remaining flowers I had, Ashur and a younger boy stolled over to my stand.
“Hey Allie, this is Jacob. I’m watching him for Mrs. Straus. Anyways, what are you going to be submitting to the art show next week?” Ashur asked. Ashur was one of my few friends. We went to school together and shared a love of being outside, but he was alway busy with work or babysitting. So, we never hung out much aside from during school, but people still thought we were siblings with how tall both of us were. Sighing, I replied, “I’m probably just going to bring some of my butterfly pictures. Or maybe I’ll bring these.” I handed them my remaining photos.
“Oh, but that’s boring!” Jacob squawked as he shuffled between the pictures before handing them back to me. Humming, I took the photos, “What do you think I should bring then?”
“You should bring a photo of that rock in Poppy Acres!”
“No!” “What?” Ashur and I simultaneously said. Jacob leaned over one of the handles of my cart and continued, “You know that Poppy Acres is in the center of the Growth.” Ashur and I nodded.
“Well,” continued Jacob, “there’s a big rock in the center of the Poppy Acres that has some type of writing on it that no one has ever been able to read. You should take a picture of that for the art show, you’d win for— ”
“Yeah, but there’s a reason no one has ever read it,” Ashur interrupted harshly. He ran his hands through his wavy caramel hair, “Poppy Acres is in the middle of the Growth and doesn’t your grandma like, never want you to go in there?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “I think something bad happened to her there and she doesn’t want me to get hurt.” Something also happened to Dad there, but I doubt she’d tell me that. Jacob groaned and shook his head, “But it’d be so cool! You're the best photographer in town, so you could make it look really awesome and you’d win like $150!”
“I would?” “She would?” We asked Jacob simultaneously and he nodded his head. $150 would be a lot of money to win by just taking some cool pictures, I could get some really nice equipment with that money.
“Allie, you can’t do it,” Ashur pleads.
“How did you know I was thinking about doing it?”
“Because you get a certain look in your eyes when you are contemplating doing something stupid.”
“It wouldn’t be stupid!” Jacob roared. He spun around to look at the clock tower, “If you left now, you could go there and back before sunset.”
“You think so?” I asked. Jacob nodded enthusiastically, “I’d be awesome! Also, if you go, could you take some photos of bees for me? I heard there’s really friendly bees in the Growth and I want some proof so I can get my Mom to let me go in there.”
“You’re ten Jacob. Your mom isn’t going to let you go anywhere near the Growth until you’re older,” Ashur bluntly stated.
“Well, then I want to go home! Take me home Ashur and let me know if you get the bee photos Allie!” Jacob exclaimed.
“Okay! I’ll let you know when I get them Jacob,” I chuckled while Jacob started pulling Ashur away. Ashur started following Jacob with a frown painted across his face, he yelled back to me, “If you’re going, be careful Allie. I don’t want to lose my best friend to a stupid art contest.” I hollered back, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” And with that, I started packing up my cart. They disappeared behind a corner and suddenly, I was alone.
From there, I quickly packed everything up, pulled it along the red brick road home, and placed it back in its spot under a weeping willow that guards the front of Nana’s house. She wasn’t inside, she was probably out picking peaches since they were in season. I left a note saying,
“I sold everything I could at the town center. I’m going to go take some photos outside for the art show since I don’t have anything I want to submit right now. I’ll be back before dark.
Love you,
Allie.”
Once the note was placed on her desk, underneath a green crystal paper weight, I grabbed my polaroid camera and placed it in my sage green backpack. I put my lucky emerald earrings on which were supposedly from my mom and I headed northeast, towards the Green Byerl Growth.
It was just after 2 o’clock when I reached the entrance to the Growth. It was made of two flint colored columns, connected by an overgrown gold arch that had the words, “The light awakens the Ovlumber when the sun reaches the earth” engraved into it, though it took me a few minutes to figure out what it said. As I passed through the gate, I felt a sudden sense of guilt. I was doing the one thing that Nana had told me to never do… But it didn’t matter (at the time), I was going to make a shit ton of money off of these pictures (no, I wasn’t). She’d see that it was worth it when we’d be able to buy more camera equipment and whatever gardening related items she wanted. It’d be worth it. So, I continued on the cobblestone and coarse dirt pathway that never seemed to end, surrounded by the dense (impenetrable, really) forest made of sky-scraping redwoods, yews that held their hands out to you, wych elms with green hair, and oddly well-groomed cypresses.
I walked and walked, moving further (too far) into the thicket when I finally reached the edge of Poppy Acres. It was odd (it was a sign), the unruly flora forming an almost perfect circle around the blanket of poppies which surrounded the aforementioned rock with only the dirt path leading up to the stone acting as a disturbance to the symmetry. It felt daunting to walk on the small path up to the stone (I should have just turned back), so I chose to look around the field first, avoiding the inevitable, and I realized a few things. One, it was much later than it should have been which meant I had been walking for longer than I intended to. It looked like the sun had fallen over, leaving a bloody trail of light on the upcoming night sky. Two, I don’t know if I found the bees that Jacob was talking about, but I did take some pictures of a bee sleeping in a poppy. Three, since it was definitely too late for me to be out alone in the middle of the Green Byerl Growth, I needed to hurry the hell up and take a picture of the rock.
So, I mustered up the courage and started drifting over to the stone, but I realized that it just wasn’t just some engraved stone in the middle of the forest. It was a tombstone. It was a pearly white marble with streaks of gold and light orange covered by vines and weeds that made it look eroded and decayed. It was cold to the touch which was strange considering the past few day’s high temperature. Gently, I moved some of its greenery aside to read what was carved into it and what it said sent a shiver down my spine, “Here forever rests Damien Alexander Lorelai - You made the forest weep.” I repeated the name over and over and over (he had my last name). I finally understood what Nana meant when she talked about Dad. I let out a wet breath, I needed to take the photo and leave. I shakily stepped back, making sure I had a good 50 feet between myself and the tombstone. Kneeling down, I held my camera to my eye, angling the lens to capture the entire gravestone of my late father. With a quick flash of light, the photo was taken, and Nana’s stories all came true.
The surrounding trees burst into action, unrooting themselves and closing in around me, using their branches to drag themselves closer, creating deep gashes in the ground. The poppies at my feet tried to pull me to the ground, winding themselves around my ankles, similar to how tomatoes wrap around their cages. I shot up and swiftly stumbled towards the center of the field (towards the gravestone), ripping up the red flowers as I went, creating a path of crimson red petals. My vision became blurry as I panicked. Unable to control my rapid breathing, I bumped into the tombstone, my back hitting the cold hard marble. Immediately, the previously unanimated flora that encircled the stone, reached around my neck and chest, securing me against the only reminder of where my father had been laid to rest. I began screaming and shouting for Nana, Ashur, Jacob, anybody that could help me (but it wouldn’t have really done anything in the end). I kept yelling and I would have continued until I was hoarse if a vine hadn’t shoved itself into my mouth, effectively stopping my desperate pleas for another person. Once I was muffled, I began crying. As tears dripped down my face, I silently hoped that if the forest killed me it would, at the very least, make it quick. Branches wrapped around my arms and legs, rough bark cutting my skin, and the vines’ flowers wrapped themselves around my face.
As my vision began to fade and I began to sink into absolute nothingness, a voice yelled, “ENOUGH!” With that only word, the trees and flowers returned to their homes of dirt, their roots sinking themselves back into their places, leaving Poppy Acres the way it was before I took that godforsaken picture. All that remained was me and a tall woman, who I assumed to be my savior, quietly staring at each other as I panted loudly. That was until she asked, with a honeyed voice, “Where did you get those earrings from?” I couldn’t remember what I was wearing, after the whole ‘almost being killed by fucking trees’ thing, so I took my earrings out then whispered, “My mom, I think.”
“You think?” the woman tilted her head. I shook my head and slowly stood up, “That’s what my grandma told me. I’ve never met either of my parents. Well, I’ve never met them alive at least.” She stepped closer to me as my legs shook like a fawn’s. My savior held her hands out and let me sink into their gentle embrace (there’s another reason I immediately felt so safe).
“What do you mean by that?” I emitted a shaky sigh and pointed to the gravestone, “I think that’s my father’s grave.” She let out a quiet, “Oh,” and hugged me. So many thoughts were racing through my head, but they all became foggy. I didn’t want her to let go, but I needed to go home.
“What time is it?” I asked, looking right into her glowing emerald eyes.
“Very late.”
“I need to get home.” The woman hummed, “Alright, I’ll take you home, Alastor.” I didn’t remember telling her my name (I didn’t need to), but I trusted her.
“Ok,” I replied, “can I sleep?” The woman picked me up, slipping her arms around my legs while I put my arms around her neck, “Yes, go to sleep, honey.” With that, I let the darkness which now draped itself around me like a soft blanket, take over. I fell asleep.
Epilogue: Does it Make a Sound?
“This week on Behind the Crime we are covering the Disappearance of the Rosary Valley Photographer,” began Bryan. Zayne raised his eyebrows, “That is very specific.”
“I know, now let me explain. On June 28th, 1961, fourteen-year-old Alastor “Allie” Lorelai went missing. Allie’s Grandmother, Delilah Lorelai, had found a note that day from Allie saying that they would be back later that night, but they never came back.”
“Did the note say where they were going?” asked Zayne.
“All it said was that they sold what they could at the market that day and were going out to take photos.”
“Ohh, so that’s where the photographer part came from.”
“Yes, that’s where it’s from.”
“They didn’t say where they were going?” asked Zayne.
“No, I literally just said what the note said,” Bryan responded, exasperated.
“Ok, well why wouldn’t they say where they were going?”
“I don’t know, it was like 1961, people just did shit like that! Anyways, all that has been found in relation to the case was the following: a broken white and rainbow polaroid camera, four pictures of a bee laying on a poppy, one undeveloped picture, and a set of emerald earrings. Two boys, Ashur Lake and Jacob Straus, said that the last time they saw of Allie, they were going to be going to take photos in the nearby Green Byerl Growth for an upcoming art contest.”
“So… Allie disappeared in the forest, right?” questioned Zayne.
“We’re pretty sure, yeah.” answered Bryan.
“And the items found were definitely from Allie, right?”
“Yeah. It was their stuff and they planned to take pictures of some bees for Jacob.”
“One, how did they get the items back? And two, it’s Jacob’s fault then, right?”
“I wouldn’t say it was Jacob’s fault,” Bryan laughed, “but people think that a forest spirit took Allie and returned their items as a way to let people know to not come into the Green Byerl Growth.”
“So, that’s why we’re here,” Zayne groaned.
“Yup,” cheerly replied Bryan, “today we are going to walk around the Green Byerl Growth here in Rosary Valley, North Carolina to investigate our ongoing question of, are ghosts real?” Bryan paused, looked behind him at the overgrown arch, then looked back to Zayne and asked, “Shall we?”
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Ello! Could you match me up with a slasher?
I’m 5’8, long brown wavy hair that I put in a man bun, I’m very scruffy, silver eyes with gold specks, incredibly pale, I have “werewolf” teeth apparently, I grow my nails out long and apparently that also freaks people out haha
I’ve been told I’m very intimidating when I first meet people, but once I warm up I’m a lot softer, my friends call me a murderous teddy bear or a lose rat in the garage, I’m fiercely loyal almost to a fault, I have a hard time expressing my emotions, even one’s such as love, I hate being vulnerable and very few get to see me that way, I don’t ask for help often, I feel that asking for help is weak, I am very picky when it comes to people, I’m incredibly protective of friends/family, would literally fight anyone/thing to the death to protect their honor, I get a bit lonely sometimes but often keep it to myself, I like to listen to music to distract me from negative thoughts and stress, my music is a very personal, almost intimate thing for me, I don’t show many people what I listen too, I’m very calm in dangerous situations, apparently “scarily calm”, I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or people I love, but couldn’t care less about people I don’t know, they ain’t my problem, I build up my walls because I’m afraid of being hurt again, it takes a long time for me to trust someone but I get attached really quickly if that makes sense, I try to ask questions about things that people like so they can dump 3000lbs of info onto me, it’s good to get it out every now and again.
I love playing fantasy video games to escape the harshness of reality, writing stories, playing the piano, horseback riding, and reading calm me down, I also love to bake and love swimming, I’ve been wanting to go hunting for years and I go fishing all the time, I’m also really good at building legos, I find it very fun.
Since no one knows me irl, I will give some of my favorite bands, Five finger death punch, slipknot, beastie boys, mother mother, and Marty robbins.
I hope that was enough to go off of, thank you in advance.
I paired you up with...
♡Jason Voorhees♡
I- i have to say it. Jason would be scare, he would be the one feeling in danger
THE LOSE RAT IN THE GARAGE BIT GOT ME CRYING
BRO YOU HAVE SUCH BIG FERAL ENERGY I COULD LITERALLY SEE JASON PICKING YOU UP BY THE SCRUFF OF YOUR NECK AND BE LIKE "yes, you're coming home with me"
I picked Jason because he basically needs someone who would give him the unconditional care and loyalty he deserves and because honestly he would take care of you too no matter if you ask for it or not. He won't be having none of that "asking for help is weak" thing cause if he loves you you're bound to be taken care of. You should never feel bad for letting other people help you♡♡ it doesn't make you weak if anything it makes you stronger. He won't ask for you to show or to do anything for him that you don't feel/want to, he's more than content to simply be allowed to stay with you and spend his days together.
Man if you'll people to fight for Jason's honor, like you have no fucking idea how many DISRESPECTFUL FOUL TEENS are out there making jokes about his death or being mean to our big forest man.
You won't be having the problem of feeling alone ever again cause Jason would be literally following you around like a lost puppy. You're the first person he has that cares for him since his mother's death so he's just going to straight up skip the whole tough guy act who doesn't want nor needs affection part of the relationship. He will be showing all his love for you shamelessly >:)
He would never push your boundaries though, he would never invade your privacy ecc whatever you want to tell him that's all he needs to know then.
So you're calm in bad situations? Good cause he's NOT. Well it depends, if it's something that only affects him then he might not get too anxious but if it's something happening to you? He's becoming the biggest mother hen you have ever seen. Like he knows you can take care of yourself but he won't take the chance of losing you. He prefers having you alive and upset than happy and dead tbh
My man can't really talk but he appreciates the willingness to listen to his problems or the things you like ecc and would very happily do the same for you. He could actually cry if you decide to trust him enough to tell him about yourself ecc
HE CAN TAKE YOU TO HUNT WITH HIM. HE WOULD PREPARE CUTE LITTLE PICNICS DATES WHERE YOU BOTH HAVE A GOOD HUNT TOGETHER AND HE WOULD SHOW YOU ALL HIS TRICKS
I- if someone gives Jason some legos i think he would never get out of the cabin.
This matchup made me think about this song:
#slasher community#slasher fandom#slashers#slasher fanfiction#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#jason vorhees x reader#jason voorhees#friday the 13th#slasher#slasher matchups
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ok yeah its 4 am idc book review time for the salt grows heavy by cassandra khaw!!! spoilers under the cut :)
KLMELDKFCMLEKRMFLKVMLEKRMVLKERMVKLM AHHGGHGGBHGH 5 stars. off the bat. oughghgg i think this is one of my first 5 star book in a while tbh.... actually idk. whatever.
first off one of my favorite things about this book was the setting. ohhhhh my god the beauty of the taiga the beauty of snow!!!!!!! cold!!!!!!!!!!! like good lord do i hate being cold but new england november is killing me i need 5ft of snow rn or i will die. i think if this story was set in any other environment it wouldn't have hit as hard for me,,, even some place just as harsh and cold wouldn't have worked this specific beauty of the taiga and the snow, the descriptions of the aspens and cedars and pines,,, the desolation it causes to the village around them. the imagery of this basically religious cult of children surrounded by cold and dark forest !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fav. fav ever omg.
the characters..... oggghhh the mermaid and the plague doctor, HER plague doctor, them together was so sos os so sweet. i loved it so much ohhh my god the tenderness there that i could Feel, without any real physical/sexual intimacy. and each of them on their own, the plague doctor's general care for others, for the children even if they was so indifferent about the mass murder of the kingdom lol. the sweetness without ulterior motives, idk. idk why im so endeared by them lmao ive imprinted and yeah again its like 4:30 now so. did i almost cry when they died. yeahhhhhhhh. and the mermaid!!!!!!!! blunt and hungry! loved her i don't know how to articulate my thoughts more than that, nonhuman and shows it and her transformation at the end to more human after the centuries go by and her teeth, her cunning, was so fairy tale like. and her love for her plague doctor, the switch from "the" to "my" OijoIJOIJOIEJJIOREJFIOER. one of my fav scenes of them together was when they were talking to luke and patching him up,,,, ;ladscx,;ls,dc;lms;dc,l;s,dc
ok and so the writing, yes it was a bit dense. did i understand every single word? god no, was it beautiful. yes omfg, i think the voice and the writing perfectly fit and encapsulated the vibe of this story. again it was very fairy tale esque and i really liked it. i don't think i would have liked the writing as much if this was a full length novel, thought. here, it works perfectly and serves its purpose.
the gore and the romance intertwined, these bloody awful evil people and the tender love they have for each other, the understanding,,,,, absolutely loved the horror aspects of this book, how it made the story so incredibly original. i forgot that i was reading a little mermaid retelling and felt like i was reading a brand new myth or fairy tale.
thats all im gonna say right now bc i need to sleep but 5/5 recommend for sure to everypne who thinks they can stomach it this is one of if not my fav of the year bye bye
#the salt grows heavy#thoughts.txt#book review#confession i listened to an orville peck song a bit before i read this book and i a bit associated his voice to the plague doctors lmao#i know their voice is androgynous but i couldn't help the association and also the southern twang was funny. and also the warmth#ifl idk if the mermaid ever described her plague doctors voice as warm but thats how i pictured it lol#for reference i know absolutely nothing about orville peck and have heard maybe 2 of his songs#so the association was moreso from what i picture OPs getup is-mask#wears mostly black? i think? idk
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2-8, 16, 17, 23, 26, 29, 37, 47, 49, + 50 for the ask game 4 writers or whatever the name is? u rbed it like .5 hours ago i think n i was gna send questions when u originally did but ive had a shit day so i didn't get to until now 😓 don't feel pressured to do them all btw since theres a lot of them!! n also for any of them w specific fics feel free to do whatever fic u want :3
HELLO you are my favorite ever. actually. omg. i hope you feel better soon, i answered all of them btw so i hope this helps
2 not rpf, not beta read, angst, hurt/comfort, yeah that all tracks 100%
3 touching…. big on non-verbal communication acting as whole conversations, big on flowery language (i'm trying to cut back so as to not seem pretentious lol) also scarian. i just wanna write about scarian. they are my everything i must put them into every scenario ever.
4 in 7th Sense how i named all the andriods. scar is GT-2319, numerical code for GTWS. doc, pearl and ren all have similar naming themes lol
5 i'll befriend you in reverse, why the hell is scar stuck in the woods? despite being a powerful fae, he can't leave the enchanted woods, they're like a physical part of himself that has its own sentience and desires. essentially, a deal he made when he was young turned sour, and now the forest follows him everywhere. the woods want scar to live as long as possible, because he's what keeps the woods alive.
6 so soon enough, you'll find you never knew me at all this fic could be seen as a companion to another i wrote, where grian's the second ever Watcher to be "born" and not "chosen". the "void" scar sees in grian? it's a Watcher-side effect.
7 a million dreams for the world we're gonna make, again lmao. this was my first ever HC fic, and i sometimes find myself thinking about that lonely citadel grian's floating on in the middle of the void, akin to a giant bird cage for him to grow up in, alone.
8 It's Never Enough by we are the dirt, i'm really tired rn but i'd be happy to go into why this BANGS if you'd like tmmr
16 idk if you can tell, but i am in fact an enjoyer of actor au!s. give me more, actually.
17 this is a fic i've been TRYING to write but chapter 2 eludes me still: grian's an avian in a world that fears and despises hybrids, he grew up raised by vexes because the rest of his nestmates and mother were slaughtered before he was born, he grows up causing minor problems for human villages to pass the time until he's eventually caught by a trapper, scar. here's chapter one
scar's a vex hybrid himself, but hides it in order to scam his way through life. grian, trapped, is now at the mercy of a mad scientist who, in his desire to quell society's fear of hybrids, wants to dissect him. grian blackmails scar into helping him stay alive and tries to escape, eventually the two finding common ground.
oh, also mumbo's the mad scientist. he makes dioramas of mobs and decorates his lab with them for fun.
23 honestly, a proper superhero au. at least a one shot, but specifically for the romantic tension.
26 no dialogue, easy. honestly i kinda wanna write one with no dialogue just as a challenge.
29 i made a couple of playlists for my actor au, here's some notable songs from grian's and scars':
grian: Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal
jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo
You Stupid Bitch by girl in red
scar: SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys
Boyfriend by Dove Cameron
(again, very sleep, happy to go into more detail later)
37 skeleton is the best fucking fic i've ever written and i will forever stand by that. yes it's short. yes it's a one-shot. please don't let that deter you, it's the best scar characterization i've ever done in my life. read it. please.
47 though i've closed my eyes, i know who you pretend i am is a pair of steel-toed boots. once perfectly shined and polished, a seemingly important royal crest stamped on the outer skin of the tongue, but the silver has seen better days, worn down from exposure to the elements. still, they are well loved, the original, now somewhat ratty laces tied in double knots, a bow on each shoe still low enough to threaten tripping. these shoes are still in continual use, despite being told a fancier pair would be a smarter choice. no, he quite liked these ones, thank you very much.
49 i'm meant to be working on chapter 19 of my actor au, butttt i've not started so have some bullshit i just came up with instead:
The pair had set up rules for a good reason.
"You're staring again."
One of them had a inclination towards a poor memory.
"Is that a crime?"
Grian could only hope Scar would try and remember.
"It's about to be."
50, answering 25 as a cheeky bonus: https://www.onelook.com/ is a GODSEND. the thesaurus page? heavenly.
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hey hey hey! ik this is probably the second request i've asked but I just really really love your writing. ik it's a little late but happy new years! wishes all the best for you <3
now onto my request. I was kinda wondering abt the m6 reacting to an mc with pepa's powers from encanto since it seemed interesting. if you haven't watched it, it's basically mc being able to control the weather with their emotions. here's a video for reference!
anyway, hope you're having a great time, continue the good work 💃
Hi love! congrats on being my second Encanto based request jdklfjds and you can ask however many time you’d like!! :))
Mc with Pepa's gift
Asra
if you think you're gonna make thunder please warn him and Faust
they've gotten hit too many times
he loves seeing rainbows and sunny days, they always tell him you’re feeling nice <33
if you ever get emotional they’re not one to shoo your emotions away- just try not to get him drenched while inside the shop-
Faust actually likes your snow, it always is a funny sight to see a snake trying to catch snow
makes you tea whenever you’re storming <33
cheers you on when you hail or rain
Julian
it’s for the best that you have this gift
otherwise he’d be oblivious to how you feel
he literally goes to say goodbye like in game and gets hit by a strike of lightning
he does really test his limits by looking at the weather
storming? tornado? hurricane? no risky or annoying maneuvers today
rainbows make him all giddy now though
if you are storming it’s basically you get a smooch and a cuddly Julian to cheer you up
he always tries to validate your emotions, and that lets you relax every once in a while
Nadia
"my dear you have a cloud again, what's on your mind?"
she takes you into meeting with nobles unless you’re having a really bad day
it’s funny to see them all flinch at the thunder you make when they’re being ridiculous
if you do ever make tornadoes or hurricanes she’ll be the best one to go to
she’s very gentle with you if you’re upset in any way
Chandra likes to perch on your shoulder when you’re all clear
she lets out this beautiful smile when she sees you embracing your gift, letting it hail and everything (pssst! especially at the masquerade! even Lucio would like it)
Muriel
showers help the forest grow <33
you're in the forest??? he doesn't care if you're thundering or raining! go ahead, he'll just be chopping wood over there
he'll try his best at comforting you mostly through actions but he'll let you know verbally too
he doesn't mind letting you rain or hail,
if you make rainbows you can see a little smile on his face
do not snow around inanna. just don't do it. It's the silliest thing to see a wolf trying to bite at the cloud above your head to get to the snow
Portia
your personal hype woman
no seriously she doesn't care what gets wet, and you shouldn't have to bottle up emotions at all :)
she gives you all the love in the world and lets you feel every emotion no matter what.
pepi doesn’t appreciate the rain though, she can comfort you when you calm down a little (though it probably makes you laugh when she tries to go through the rain)
she loves seeing what your emotions make! to her it feels almost poetic
Lucio
he'll be very scared of your clouds-
Lucio doesn't like seeing the rain clouds with thunder, especially if it formed from him pushing too many buttons
if he sees you making a rainbow or making it really sunny he knows he's safe dkfjsl
If you ever just let your emotions go, it makes him happy to see you do you, but please no more rain...
but seriously seeing clear sky’s or rainbows make him relax and feel happy himself, even if he was having a bad day
thunder around him when he’s being too out there and he’ll immediately stop whatever he was doing
stares whenever you let go but in the "I wanna marry you" sense
#the arcana#asrathearcana#the arcana lucio#headcannons#nadia satrivana#the arcana game nadia#asra alnazar#asra the magician#julian devorak#asra and faust#the arcana game#the arcana headcanons#the arcana imagines#the arcana main 6#the arcana x reader#count lucio#portia#muriel#asra#lucio the goat#lucio x reader#nadia route#nadia x mc#julian#muriel the arcana#portia devorak#lucio morgasson
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“ Don't worry, you're safe now.” || Homicidal Lui
Pairing : Yandere! Homicidal Lui X Reader
Genre : Fluff, Angst, Yandere
Summary : In which insane meets broken.
Wordcount: 2k lol
WARNINGS : Yandere ;), someone dies but it's not very gore or sum, he's already insane, but in here he loses even more sanity, abusive household.
Headcanon
Aight so to start it off, you didn't know Lui before he developed Sully
Or knew him in general, that you didn't either
You met Lui in a very odd way.
You met him at the drugstore, simply because you needed toothpaste and he needed whatever.
At this moment Lui was Lui, not Sully who tended to take over control more than what was supposed to.
You had accidentally bumped into him in one of the aisles, and unlike most people who'd stop to stare at his face, you simply apologized and went on with your life.
This of course is the most normal action for basically every humane person, but for someone who was looked down upon due to his facial features and his silence, it was the start of something..
That might be growing into one big disease.
How Sully met you was in the most stereotypical way, he had simply come to kill you, not knowing who you are.
Sully had never been very picky on who to kill, he simply broke in, outed his frustration, and left.
That was the original plan with you too, at least for Sully's part.
Until he was straddling you, knife pressed to your throat, and realized you were actually very much awake.
You weren't screaming at him to get off, yet he could see the fear in your eyes.
Maybe it was because his hand was on your mouth, and so he decided to play a little.
And so took his hand off, yet you still didn't scream.
After a moment of doing nothing, he sat back, rather calmly, placing his full weight on your body and looked at you curiously.
Much to his confusion, you didn't really react, just keeping eye contact, fear filling up your irises even more
" Ar- aren't you g-going to kill, me?" You ask him in a shaking voice, unable to keep yourself from stuttering.
By the sound of your voice, Sully switches forcefully into Lui, and you can only watch in fear and confusion what's happening around you.
Because it does look rather terrifying, a man first sneaks into your house, and is suddenly at you with a blade in your neck, and as you speak, he throws himself off you, and is now holding his head in his hands, blade fallen to the ground with a loud sound.
You flinch as the unknown male to you also drops to the ground, mumbling to himself.
The sound of his knees hitting the ground must've been loud, because soon after the hallway lamp is turned on, and you hear the sound of footsteps approaching.
And then you're shaking Lui, and you're telling him to hurry up and leave, apologizing along with it.
By the sound of even more in your stuttering voice, even Sully becomes quiet.
And so Lui actually takes the moment to study you.
Now with the dull light from the hallway, you appear to be injured.
He's not sure how bad it is, but there's blue and purple spots dancing all over your skin.
Underneath your thin white shirt, he can even spot a very nasty black one, and suddenly he spots the scars on your arms too.
He's brought back to the scene in front of him when your voice has turned into panic as someone tries to open the door to your room.
He doesn't even process what he's doing before he's pushing his knife, which he had picked up from the ground, into your hands.
" You need it more than us."
And then he's gone, trough the window into the streets.
You flinch when your father opens the door, knowing what you're in for.
He returns to your room the next night, not sure as to why himself.
He's left disappointed when your room is empty, tough his knife, which he had left behind, is clean and on the pillow, on top of a paper.
Upon picking it up, he realizes it's a note.
' I'm not sure if you'll ever come back, but here's the knife you left behind, you told me I'd need it, but I really don't.'
He looks around the room, spotting a pen in the corner on the ground, and decides to write you back.
' what's your name?'
The next night he returns again, hoping he'd get an answer.
Instead, he's met by an empty bedroom once again.
He doesn't know why, or how, but for the first time in a while, he feels disappointment spread in his chest
Due to Lui feeling a little down, Sully's easily able to take over, and he walks them into the forest.
Sully doesn't know why either, but suddenly he's in a part of the forest they're not familiar with.
And then he hears the sound of a twig breaking behind him, and he's turning around.
He's shocked to find you standing there.
He can see the fear in your eyes, but is surprised to see that there's less of it than last time he saw you.
Your posture is also relaxed, and then he realizes, you're not afraid of him.
He's not sure on how to feel by that.
" My name's Y/N." You tell him dryly.
He's blinking, not sure what you mean, before he's stumbling again, switching back to Lui by the sound of your voice.
" I'm- I'm Lui, he was Sully." Lui stutters.
You turn your head at him in curiosity.
" He? Is there a voice in your head?" You ask him, tough it doesn't sound like you're mocking him, simply asking him a question.
" Ah, no. I have a split persona." He tells you, somewhat awkwardly.
" What's that like?" You ask him.
By that simple question alone, you've made him feel human, like a guy his age.
Sully doesn't like it one bit, this feeling you're giving the both of them.
The three of you end up meeting near the forest for the next few weeks.
Over those weeks, Lui and Sully get to know you better.
And get to know Lui too, tough Sully keeps himself shadowed.
He's always in the back of Lui's mind, of course, whenever you're around, Lui feels like Sully's just, closer.
He doesn't know why, and he's worried about that.
It's not until you don't show up unannounced like usual, that Sully makes an appearance again.
She might not want to see us today, Sully, maybe we should give her space. Lui tells his other persona.
She's ours, Lui, can't you see that? And we can just call it a visit, she can tell us off if she wants. Sully tells Lui, who's still not into the idea.
We're going. And with that he takes control.
Once they arrive, Sully's happy to have taken control over the situation.
The moment he hears your voice he freezes.
The sound of it isn't melodic and relaxed, instead, it's trembling and weak.
Sully doesn't like it.
He originally didn't plan to intervene, but when the sound of something breaking reaches his ears, he's quick to check it out.
The scene in that greets him makes the already burning fire rage on even worse.
Because a few meters away from him, at the other end of the hallway is where you are cowering in front of an older man, who's got a broken bottle in his hand, glass shards around the two of you, and your arms in front of you to protect you from, what must've been, the blow which the whiskey bottle had given you.
Sully's not the only one who's seeing red.
Kill him.
It's Lui who's giving out the command this time, to end this man's life.
But then you see him and you're quick to run to him and pull him away from the scene.
Sully blushes at the contact your skin makes with his.
" I'm sorry you had to see that. Are you okay?" You ask him tenderly.
He blinks at you.
You were the one who received the blow, there's a thin trail of blood trailing down your arm, and you're standing in shorts in cold weather, yet you're asking him if he's okay?¿
" Who was that fucker?" He asks instead, not even bothered to ask if you're okay.
Because he knows, no matter what your answer is, you're not.
" My father. But, it's not his fault. He- he was drunk." You tell him softly, truly not meaning your abusive father any harm.
" Tch." Sully doesn't even say anything before he shrugs his jacket off and unceremoniously dumps it on top of your head.
" Wear it. It's cold." He tells you, acting like some kind of low budget tsundere.
" So you're Sully?" You ask him.
That catches him off guard.
" How did someone as dumb as you know?" He asks you.
" I'm not dumb. And Lui usually blushes a lot more." You tell him, putting his jacket on.
Sully's lowkey impressed by the answer, and your attitude.
And so you finally get to know him too.
It takes a lot of convincing, but at the end of the day, your father lives.
Over the next few days, you grow even closer with the two of them.
And subconsciously, Sully becomes a little too fond of you.
It's during the daytime one day when Sully and Lui talk about this feeling both of them have for you.
It doesn't take a long conversation, and they decide to confess to you that night.
However, they're left disappointed, and angry, as you turn them down.
Lui thinks it's because of his scars, while Sully thinks you're feeling too bound down by your father.
The real reason ( and the one you've told them) is that it's because you simply don't like him that way.
The next few nights they don't show up, which leaves you disappointed.
You're not aware of the big, bloody mess you've created.
After a few toughs , Sully comes with a suggestion to make an end to your misery, and to free you from your father's abusive hold, permanently.
Lui is at first against this, after all, you did tell him to not do that, but after some persuasion of Sully, he's in too.
That night, they show up at your house, greeting you by stepping in trough the window.
You're not the first house they're 'visiting' that night, and so you start to cry when you see him all bloodied up, sharp eyes telling you that he's nit here for a visit.
Your first tough is that he's come to kill you, because you turned him down of course.
However, as he spots the tears escaping your eyes, he's quick to come to your side and hush you.
" Don't worry sweetheart, we've come to free you."
And then he's walking into the hallway, and moving to another room.
You're quick to understand his intentions.
He's come to kill your father.
The first two rooms he checks out are a fail, one being the bathroom and one being a study.
However, Sully is annoyed when you stand in his way, trying to avoid his kill.
You're a little stronger than you look, and manage to keep him off the other male in the room for a while.
While Sully initially did not want to hurt you, he decides against his own decisions, and knocks you out with the hilt of his knife.
You hear him mutter something along the lines of " Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
When you wake up again, you're placed on an uncommon bed, Lui, or Sully, at your side, softly looking over you with a crazed look in their eyes and a sickly sweet smile.
" Don't worry, we're safe now."
A/N: Tell me what you think about this writing style, and what I can write better ;). Also, Creepypasta requests are still open.
#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#yandere creepypasta#creepypasta one shot#homicidal liu#homicidal lui x reader#yandere x reader
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Why Jelsa is Ridiculously Stupid
Let me start off by saying that the idea of this ship was cute at first, I have nothing against it. In fact I have a few ships myself that have nothing to back them up. I am not making this to convince people to be anti, stop the ship itself, or spread any form of hate what so ever.
But this Jelsa fandom has gone too far. And when I say "jelsa shippers," of course I don't mean ALL of them, just about 80% of them.
In fact, I'm very appreciative of the few jelsa shippers who don't go around harassing others because "jelsa is life."
Also, allow me to correct you in saying that I'm not a jelsa hater, I'm a jelsa loather. There's a difference. Most jelsa haters, hate jelsa for the sake of hating it.
I genuinely hate it.
And don't go commenting about, "how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?" Because you see, that's where you're wrong. I did used to ship it, when I was 11. I was a child, I was new to the internet, I didn't know better. But I do now!
I am writing this so that some who may not know, will now understand why jelsa is bad and because I need to get all of this out of my system. I am slowly dieing inside.
First; I'm gonna go into how all the excuses to ship this are pointless. Next, I'll talk about just how these two would never work out as a couple. Then, will be what the toxicity has done to not just to the ship itself, but to the big four as well. And finally, I'll go into how uncreative the shippers are and just what horrible/stupid things they've done and are still doing.
1) Excuses are Pointless
Excuse #1: They have the same powers.
...Yeah, that's like saying you ship Lavagirl (Sharboy and Lavagirl) and Bolin (LoK) because they can both control lava. That's not a valid reason to ship anyone. There needs to be actual substance and I'll only say that once because that sentence applies to every excuse here.
Excuse #2: They look alike
🤦🤦🤦 First of all: that's also like saying you ship Tiana (Princess and the Frog) and Frozone (The Incredibles) because they're both black. Second of all: no they don't. It may be because I'm an artist so I notice small details, but here's how it is; Jack's hair is white, Elsa's is platinum blonde. Jack has a square chin, Elsa has a round face. Jack is much paler! THEIR EYES AREN'T EVEN THE SAME SHADE OF BLUE!!! Your excuse is null and void. Even so, if characters do look alike, then they're most likely to be related. Especially in animation.
Excuse #3: Jack can teach Elsa to have fun and Elsa can teach Jack to be serious
This clearly proves the point that jelsa shippers don't know these characters. The job of teaching Elsa how to be social and have fun is already taken by Anna. So if anything, Elsa will see Jack as a younger brother. And Jack wouldn't have been chosen to take on such a responsibility of guardianship if he didn't know when to quit. I don't know what it is about playful characters that make people think they're obnoxious. Jack is an immortal teenager with the heart of a child, that's what makes him a good guardian. But he's been alive for over 300 years, he bound to have the mind capacity of an adult and he does know better. He doesn't play when he's in battle, he's dead serious.
Excuse #4: They understand each other because they were both isolated for a long time
I don't know where you come from but people don't really "bond" over their trauma. Infact, if anything, that would make the relationship more unstable. Plus, Elsa isolated herself for 13 years because she was afraid of her powers. Jack was forced into isolation for 300 years! He has never been afraid of his powers and Elsa could still be seen throughout the day by parents and servants. They would never be able understand what the other went through.
Excuse #5: They both have a sister they love
SO WHAT?! At least half of the population have sisters. Simple as that. It's a horrible excuse.
Excuse #6: They both have an enemy in fear
Bruh, almost every fictional character has to deal with their fears, literal or mental. It's not at all unique to these two.
Excuse #7: Jack can teach Elsa to control her powers
She already has control of them by the end of the movie. And even if you mean prier to that, the reason she couldn't control them was because she feared them. I doubt that even if she could see him and if he showed her his powers, she's be irrational, believing that their powers were different.
Excuse #8: William Joyce says he ships it
Really, you're going to base the possibility of a ship because the writer of the 'books' that "inspired" rotg says he likes it. First: the books and movie are not the same worlds. Two: he most likely stated this in order for jelsa shippers to shut up to him about it. And three: his own canon with the books is a mess as it is. With him adding a bunch on random/unnecessary details on twitter that have no relevance or reference in the books. Even if he does ship it, everything that's going on with Jack's character in the books is weird enough as it is. Plus he's physically 14 in the books. I know age doesn't really matter but Elsa would definitely feel weird about dating someone who looks so young when she's currently 24 by the second movie.
Excuse #9: They could've met before the events of rotg
Not a reason to ship them but whatever 🙄 Even if their stories were based in the same world (which it isn't), Elsa never would've believed in fairy tales. Having to grow up so soon and all. She believes in magic, of course, but you need to believe in the individuals themselves in order to see them. Plus it is very clear in rotg that Jamie is Jack's first believer.
Excuse #10: Now that Frozen 2 is out, they are both spirits who followed the memories of their loved ones. They can live forever together!
Once AGAIN, how does this factor to them being a good couple? Plus the title of spirit is different in the Frozen-verse than the Guardian-verse. Guardian-verse; they are un-aging beings who keep the entire world in balance. Frozen-verse; never confirmed to be immortal (especially since 3 out of 5 spirits are inanimate objects), magical things that keep a single forest secure. The only reason the elements needed a fifth spirit was most likely because the one before Elsa died of old age. Plus the idea of Elsa outliving Anna goes against the theme of sisterly love that both movies strive on. This can be changed in fanfiction but I hate how people lie about her mortality for an excuse to ship.
Excuse #11: They're both single
So what? People ship characters who aren't single with other characters all the time. That's not a reason to ship them. Especially since your statement is false because Tooth is Jack's canon love interest.
It is true that jelsa haters will give reasons to not ship that I necessarily don't agree with.
•Like the age gap — Jack has the mental capacity of an adult, as I've said before. He's smart enough to make his own choices.
•Elsa not being immortal — that doesn't mean they can't still date, even if he outlives her. Plus you can change that in fanfiction.
•They come from different studios and will never be canon — Again, this is fanfiction, we can do whatever we want.
•Elsa is independent and shipping her with someone takes her independence away — for one: most of the world is bound to find love at some point in time. I would imagine that Elsa would want to find love like her sister. Two: Mulan, Pocahontas and Jasmine are very independent and they all still ended up with men. Three: she's not that independent to begin with. Independence isn't relationship status, it's your ability to make it on your own and Elsa is clearly, very dependant on Anna and her safety. Which is actually what pushes her to being a bad sister in Frozen 2. In fact it is because they made her more 'independant' in the sequel that Elsa clearly, no longer loves Anna as much as Anna loves her (you can check out Watso Videos' video on YouTube about how Elsa is a bad sister bc I'm not gonna go into it here).
My god that was ALL just part one. This is gonna take forever 😰
2) How they would never work out
For Elsa, she needs someone who is calm and collected. A rock for her to stand on when she's being irrational. Possibly even someone who is very stoic and straight to the point but with enough sense of humor to lighten the mood. And now that I'm thinking about it, Honeymaren fits that description to a tee. I'm not one to push LGBT+ in anyone's face, but I'm not gonna judge ships on characters assumed sexualities either. Even though Honeymaren didn't have much screen time, her personality still showed through and Elsamaren could very well work.
Jack on the other hand needs someone who would be able to keep up with his playful nature as well as be a rock for him to stand on when he's emotional. Tooth is a good suitor even though I don't really ship it myself. Hiccup, Merida and Rapunzel could also fit in this description.
They don't have the ability to be each other's rocks. They can't be stable if they both need someone to keep them so. If they were to date, the relationship would crumble before it even began.
Plus Jack has to be a guardian and there are a lot of fanfics that go into this idea of Jack being the king of Arendalle? First off: I'm fairly certain that you can't marry into royalty to become king. At least in the real world. Second: Jack wouldn't be able to handle that responsibility with him already being a guardian. And he can't just leave guardianship either, it was what he always was and was ment to be. And Elsa has the responsibility of keeping a magical forest in check, she can't leave to become a guardian.
3) The Toxicity
Oh my God! The fanfiction! As I usually say, you can do whatever you want in fanfiction. But if you have to butcher all the characters so much in EVERY fanfic in order to make the ship work, then there's clearly something wrong here! In every fanfic I've ever seen, the characters are so out of character it's insane. Not just Jack and Elsa, every character.
Olaf for example, is practically in love with Jack first meeting, in every fanfic. If he were to actually meet Jack, he would be apprehensive of him.
It's horrifying in not only that, but jelsa shippers will add Rapunzel a lot, just in spite of Jackunzel. They turn Rapunzel into a needy ex-girlfriend of Jack's when in reality, she's a very sweet and kind soul. Even if she and Jack had dated, they would've split on good terms and stayed friends after. There have also been cases where they do the same but with Tooth. Sometimes even both and it's honestly sick.
And let's talk about the sexism as well HAHA! I swear to God, they will rewrite Frozen but where Jack will save Elsa instead of Anna. They write Elsa as a hormonal teenage girl who falls in love with Jack within seconds.
This is from an actual jelsa shipper, my dude. WTF!!! They make Jack super dominant as well as a douche who cheats on Elsa half the time. Jack is not that dominant, he's a very emotional guy. And he'd be the most faithful boyfriend on the planet. He was alone for 300 years! If anything, he'd be clingy but not too clingy because he also understands personal space.
And if you like angsty fanfiction where a character cheats on the other, there are literally no fanfics where Elsa cheats on Jack. As if a woman couldn't possibly cheat. This is very sexist towards men and women and is toxic as hell.
If anything, Elsa would cheat on Jack, she's not exactly trustworthy in keeping promises or being loyal.
I swear, half of the jelsa shippers has never even seen rotg and just go by what they read in others fanfiction.
Jelsa shippers have gotten so bad about this ship that they've low-key harassed people for not shipping it, as well as start shipping wars within the big four fandom. That's the reason the fandom truly shrunk after 2013. I've seen posts about people admitting to leaving the fandom because it got so bad.
4) The Shippers
Jelsa shippers have literally threatened lives, not just to other fans but even to the creators of the movies. Literally threatening them into making the ship canon. They've made patitions to make it canon as if that would work. They've even harassed a lot of recent shippers to Elsamaren because "jelsa is canon."
Oh look at that, they're homophobic too...
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... That's great 🙃
Isn't it a bigger sin to love a celestial being though? Therefore the fact that you –as a toxic christian– ship Elsa with a spirit it worse.
THEY'RE DELUSIONAL!!! So many of them have shipped jelsa so long that legit think it's canon!
Not only all that mess but there are literally more jelsa games on the internet then there are Merida games. I'm specifying this for personal reasons (aka Merida is my fave Disney princess)
And let's continue on with what really aggravates me as an artist. Jelsa shippers, stealing artwork, mostly from Jackunzel. This is not just a rumor, it's very much real.
And it doesn't help when all of their actual original fanart is just them taking scenes from Frozen and adding Jack. Then to add more salt on the wound is that almost all the fanfiction is the same, whether it'd be based during Frozen, rotg or in a highschool au.
There's literally nothing original about or going on with this ship, even after Frozen 2 came out, the shippers and fanfiction haven't changed. If anything it made the shippers spike up again.
The only thing that could say is original about jelsa is the frost daughter fanon. Oh boy! What we have to unpack here.
This is something that I recently heard about...
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I am mortified.
Frost daughters is this little thing that jelsa shippers came up with, believing Jack and Elsa (if they could get pregnant) would have nothing but girls. What's scary about it is they're designs. Like they're trying to be original... But it's not really going great.
Most of them are just young!Elsa copies, some are edits of Elsa with Jack's hair color.
For example:
This is fine, this follows genetrical rules. I'm fine with this.
But what has me low-key petrified are some of the other designs.
Like... WTF IS ALL OF THIS!!! Where are this colors coming from?!! I don't understand 😭 You can see in the screen shots that these are literally titled as daughters of jelsa.
The white haired ones are fine. The ginger is understandable. Got it from Elsa's dad's genes. That's okay. A few are wearing pink? They can wear what ever they want. But wtf I'd going on with Nevada? Why is she black? Jack and Elsa the pastiest of white! And you cannot tell me that she got it from Elsa's mom because this was made BEFORE Frozen 2 and her mother is still white as an adult.
Where tf does the blue and pink hair come from? None of these make sense!
I want to kill myself, just looking at these!
That's gonna be the end of this rant
Now I'll say it again, I really have nothing against the ship itself. I too have casual ships that make no sense. But with ALL the fanfiction and fanart being so unoriginal and most jelsa shippers low-key being dangerous, it's hard for me respect people's opinions about it.
I try, trust me, I do! But it's become so murky in my brain that I can't tell the difference anymore and I'm also just not a fan of Elsa's character in general. And I like ships that actually make sense.
And being that I'm an equalist... it's really hard for me to look at this stuff and not get pissed off. I'm sorry if all of this comes off as aggressive because it kinda is.
I'm just very passionate, okay?
I hope you understand where I'm coming from. None of the pictures I used are mine. And I hope you have a good day?
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Justifying The Aftermath
wordcount : 2.1k+
warning : mention of animal abuse, emeto
content : lashing out, electrocution, vomiting, whumper!caretaker, lady whump, lab whump, whumper pov, manhandling
This is it! The last day of Summer of Whump. It's been fun, writing and reading more whump from this event. Can't wait for next year! Tagging : @summer-of-whump
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"Breathe deeply, Fenrir."
Her stare was full of contempt. There was still a sharp edge on her two fangs. Blue veins jutting out under her arms and legs. She was much older than John, late in her twenties. Prior affiliation indicated if she wasn't a murderer or an arsonist then she's an accomplice to one. He didn't dare to take a step further. Even when her left arm was tucked in a sling, the other connected to an IV, the general scrapes and bruises on her face, or the fact that she couldn't sit up so the infirmary nurse had to raise her bed to prevent her lungs collapsing in on itself.
Fenrir spat, and it hit him in the chest despite the distance.
John took out his napkin, "I mean it for your well-being. Your rib fracture wasn't severe, but your recovery will be greatly stalled if you manage to get yourself pneumonia."
"And then what? Brainwashing? I had to be Empire's hunting dog? I'd rather die."
"You're contributing to the public good. We're not lying."
"You think turning people into living weapons is for the greater good?" Fenrir grinned, covering the upper half of her face with her palm. "Rich kids are easy to brainwash."
"We were forced. If terrorist groups like those Heretics you love so much doesn't terrorize the managers then we wouldn't have to spend so much time on defense!"
John watched the rise of Fenrir's chest as she spoke. Her breath was fast and shallow.
"Heretics are a new thing. The humans living in the Orients and the Border Islands have existed long before the Ship fell into our grounds. The Empire wasn't reacting to them when they sent out the first Seed and they sure as hell does not need a living monster to weed out a bunch of poors with a handmade grenade. What the Empire doing is never defense, child. They're hungry for control."
Child. It filled him contempt. He might have been younger than her but look who had their life sorted out? An internship with the smartest minds of the earth, a girl waiting back home, and a few years worth of savings. John is more mature, educated in things other than the vulgarity of drink and merrymaking.
Forgetting his fear, John leaned on the side of Fenrir's bed. He loomed above her. "Your problem is that you're uneducated. You had a brilliant mind, but you didn't go to school or truly learn how to think the big picture. The facts you learned was baseless. The Radicals got to you first and I'm sorry for that."
The glare she gave sharpened, and for a second John believed she's going to lunge at him. Luckily she was only taking a deep breath.
"Uneducated? I've written essays, planned raids, and build gardens! I might not be an engineer, but I know more about the world than you."
"This is a waste of time. You're insulting instead of discussing."
"Explain how calling me uneducated isn't an insult."
John run his fingers through his hair, "I'm here only to look at your progress. Look, I think Heretics are too caught up in their pain. They experienced bad things and blame the Empire. But it's just the world. You need to struggle and work and-"
"Mind if I cut in?" Fenrir doesn't wait for John. "Since you want an argument, I want to acknowledge we both had a different view of reality. It's just our sources. But you need to think about what they taught you. I assume you're referring to the workhouses."
"Yes. That, and the jails. I know most of you are former convicts."
She ramped up in intensity. Fenrir raised her voice. "They might told you it's just a struggle, but have you even been there? Eat the rat-pissed grain and get yelled off for sitting? Have you ever questioned if the papers telling their story reflects reality? Managers owned the workhouses. They owned the papers. Of course they only said good things about it. They got away with untold evil because you trust them!"
The long histrionic rant left Fenrir with a coughing fit. John's answer were simple.
"Who's to say you didn't lie to me to sympathize with them?"
"Ask ten men working in the poor house. If anecdotes don't phase you then read some statistics my group works on."
"I'll do it." If John had the time, which was virtually nonexistent. If he had the guts because none of his friends including him know a guy like that, and approaching workhouse residents can get you robbed "Later. Wartimes are a bitch."
Fenrir chuckled, her mood has lightened up. "Aren't we all united under a single flag? Why is there still a war?"
A rhetorical question and a trap. Why is Fenrir likes to anger herself so much? Either way, he's not taking the bait. What a sad life, suspecting every thing you hear might be misinformation. The Empire could never lie about something so grave. They had principles. John had seen firsthand how his life have been easy because his family knows the rules and how go around the proceedings. It's imperfect, but it's definitely better than whatever the Heretics are going for.
For a week, John and Lisette have been adjusting. Visiting Fenrir separately, taking notes of trigger buttons and quirks. This Fenrir was different, and the way she was exposed to the substance made a different sort of Dog, besides the mutations. They need to re-do experiments, test new things, even change up their approach. Fenrir was always angry, and there's this restless energy around her. Avoiding certain topics and sneaking up sweets for her seem to calm her down a little, but that restless edge was still there.
Not a concern. Not since Fenrir's ribs and shoulder had mostly healed. Not after they've think up strategies to temper her prickly disposition and contain the emotional outburst after her first testing. Not when they drug her when she's already asleep before transporting her to the forest.
They were expecting a tantrum. The soldiers prepared stun guns, flash bangs, anything that could assault her heightened senses. Professor Clayton personally stitched the taser cuffs on her ankle. Something John had spent a great deal of time debating against. He was overruled. Lisette took their superior's side. In the end, the shock collar was necessary.
"I think she's getting through to you," Lisette teased.
"Oh shut up. I was trying to meet her halfway." The image in their cameras are somehow better. Some were blank, filled with static courtesy of Fenrir's rampage. But the few that left thrived, vivid contrasts and colours detailing her figure among the half-eaten animal. Alien techs are on another level. "She was taught to expect cruelty from us. We can't reform her if we proved her right."
"I think that's unfair. She'd done bad things, just because she was radicalized to do so doesn't mean she's exempt from punishment."
John leaned on his chair, "But we're not judges. We're scientists. We should refrain from any cruelty unless it's sanctioned by the State."
"Yeah, right." The speakers blared with a distorted buzz of a helicopter. They were silent as it lands at the edge of the forest. Lisette went on, "so you've already told the King you'll stitch Fenrir's wound without anesthetic?"
"You're missing the point."
"What is it then? Don't get me wrong, I think she deserves it. She was a terrorist. But I won't delude myself that they'll bring her to court. No, the way this goes is she'll work for us and be given an honorary medal when all of our testing eventually gives her brain damage."
Lisette leaned closer to the screen. Her expression unreadable. Professor and his soldiers had found Fenrir. She haven't moved from her position. Still kneeling, dirty blonde hair matted with blood. They practically jumped at her. Seizing the shoulders, heaving her up, and kicking her in the legs to disturb her balance. Two men at the side, another sticking a gun on the back of her head. Professor Clayton kept his distance, the switch for the taser cuffs firmly in his pocket.
She glanced at John. The silence of the room grows opressive. He leaned to his microphone, eyes still intently looking at the screen. Fenrir let her feet dragged against the ground. Her head hung low, eyes half-lidded. Not looking at anything at particular. Quiet.
That period of trepidation passes. Fenrir doesn't fight, doesn't even squirm as they put the earmuffs and blindfold on her. She arrives, her knees buckling and fall on the floor. The strength had gone out of her.
First test passed with flying colors. The trigger serum worked. They didn't have to kept her half-dead to maintain her beast form. But the devil is in the details, how much does she have to lose? It was John's assignment to figure it out.
On first glance, Fenrir seemed to have crossed that line. John could smell death from her. Her entire body is covered in dried blood, yet she didn't seem bothered. She stared at the desk, gripping the towel they gave and picking at the threads.
"Fenrir."
"My name is Avis."
John kneeled in front of her, taking the towel. She was shivering, and her fingers were shaking in a way that suggest it was more than the cold. He wrapped the bloodied cloth around her shoulders.
"You're supposed to cover yourself like this," John brings the ends of the towel to her two hands. He hold her clasped arms, gently pulling it so the fabric would cover more of her body.
"I know that," Fenrir absently murmured.
Looking closer, it was a grisly sight. Blood runs from her gums. Pieces of the camera were stuck under her long nails. Dust and dirt were sticking under the coat of dried blood. The shock bracelet was still there.
"I was going to give you a few test before we took you to the infirmary again but maybe you need medical help and a shower first. How's that?"
She looked at him. The hateful stare was still there. "Do you think this is justified?"
"We needed to test your power. Your blood could save millions, only if we know what to do with it."
Fenrir burst into a laugh, "Making me ate two dogs alive could save people?!"
"Fenrir—"
"Don't call me that!" She stood, still taller from the transformation. Her eyes were burning from tears she's desperately holding back. Her stomach hurts. The smell of her body made her sick. Even more disgusting when it reminds her of what she'd done. "I'm not fucking stupid. I'm going to be a warbeast and the only thing I'll save is the Empire's stolen property!"
"Sit down. Please. Let's get you a bath and we'll talk this out, alright?"
Fenrir took a step back. John wished they bother to bring in her handcuffs, if only for his piece of mind. "How could you see me out there and think this is okay?"
"You're right. It's not okay."
It's justified. But John was at lost for words. He nodded, "I know you're in distress. I hear you. Let me help."
"Then leave!" Fenrir yelled. "Acknowledge for once that this entire operation is senseless violence!"
John throw his testing papers on to the desk. His voice grew cold, "You're a hypocrite. You burned houses, destroyed machines, terrorize my friend's families. How could you do all of that and think this is bad?"
"You didn't know, no, you refuse to see the destruction and terror they've caused. And when it became too big for you to ignore, you're going to pretend they've hid it from you all this time or you've got no choice but to follow their orders."
Fenrir reached for the papers, and for the next thing they both now was that her screamed reverbrate through the room. She was on the floor. Seizing. Her limbs jerked, hitting the nearby table. Blood runs from her ankles, and John looked at the door to find his mentor leaning against the frame with the remote.
"Get her a bath, John."
He nodded. She was too weak to fight him off. Little aftershocks plagued her body even as he helped her sit.
"Come on, we should go."
"No, wait." Fenrir hold the leg of the desk in a vice grip. She kept her mouth tightly shut, and there's a bit a green around the outlines of her face. She felt her cheeks burning. Saliva pooling in her mouth. John shook her shoulders. The movement was a straw that broke the camel's back.
She gagged, heaving out a gush of acid and pre-digested flesh. The chunks of meat triggered another bout of vomiting. Each wave of nausea more stronger than the last.
"It's alright," John said, rubbing her back, "Let it out. You'll feel better."
Soon enough, her stomach was empty. She was nodding off, her eyes glassy with tears. John the only thing keeping her from slumping down on her own sick.
"You're a monster," Fenrir muttered.
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