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rjalker · 2 months

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just because you can sometimes purposefully pretend that bad writing is just due to characters acting a certain way--

(IE: "This mixup of the holiday dates is clearly the author's fault for not paying attention to their own worldbuilding, which isn't even complicated, and she literally just had them correct not even twenty pages ago, but for the sake of my sanity I'm going to pretend this character is just lying to be an asshole")

--does not mean that bad writing is always "the character's fault". And the above "for the sake of my sanity I'm going to pretend this is the character's fault" is for your sake only. It's not to be brought up to defend the writing itself, which you know is filled with inconsistencies and wouldn't know the meaning of "continuity" if it bit them on the nose.

If someone is specifically asking for in-universe explanations for the glaring and painfully obvious continuity errors, then you should feel free to offer all the convoluted explanations you've come up with.

but these are not a substitute for actually acknowledging that the author has made mistakes and there are in fact a ton of continuity errors in the text, not because "it's the character's fault", but because the author wasn't paying attention or didn't understand what they were saying, or just straight up doesn't give enough shits about their own setting to bother with silly things like not screwing up timelines in ways that make no sense. (*cough* Jaxom *cough)

You can come up with in-universe explanations for the continuity errors.

But you shouldn't let those get in the way of admitting "Yes, the continuity errors exist because the author wasn't paying attention/doesn't understand what they're saying/doesn't take their own story seriously/has a problem with making all the protagonists Mary Sues/Ect.".

#this is about many things #most NOTABLYYYYYY #The Dragonriders of Pern #Rjalker reads The Dragonriders of Pern #and there's too many examples to list. Like them contradicting themselves on whether whers can fly or not like five times in the SAME BOOK #The book that wasn't even that long!!!! and so many more examples. Like the doctor telling people to swim in the ocean to heal their injuri #but then he knows that there's parasites in the ocean that are attracted to open wounds???? and it literally keeps going back and forth??!?#AND SO MANY MORE I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THE TIME TO WRITE OUT. ALSO:#Rjalker reads The Murderbot Diaries #The Murderbot Diaries #Martha Wells #We're simultansously expected to believe that SecUnits are disposable plastic cups you throw away after a single use #but are also at the exact same time fine china so expensive that when it breaks you glue it back together with gold because the pottery its #itself is so expensive you can't afford to throw it away even when it's broken.#And this is not ''murderbot's fault''. It's Martha Wells' fault.#because she really painfully clearly wanted to mimic The Imperial Radch. But also cannot stand the idea of her protagonists NOT #being The Most Specialist Person In The Room.#so she can't make Murderbot a disposable plastic cup for real.#She'll just say it is when it can cause it some angst.#SecUnits #SecUnit #Murderbot

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bipanicoverthegravessiblings · 6 months

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Can you write about toxic policule of andrew x reader x ashley. Reader is Ashley childhood friend, who genuinely befriended her not trying to get to Andrew. The type that will try to throw them food during quarantine.

The polycule is in shambles ❤️

Andrew and Ashley x ChildhoodFriend!Reader

Befriending Ashley Graves was no easy task

She made you work for it to say the least

Giving you her homework to do because a good friend wouldn’t let their friend fail.

Some girl was saying stuff about her, so a good friend would go punch her square in her ugly face!

A good friend wouldn’t stare at other people, or make other plans

Ashley was exhausting, yes- and a lot of the time you wonder why you’re even her friend.

You catch yourself wondering that sometimes too…

“Yeah! Fuck off to your whore mothers!”

Your vision was still hazy- only being able to crack it open ever so slightly as to not mess with your black eye. You flinched as a small hand placed itself on her bruised cheek.

“Hold still!” The shrill voice snapped, “Lemme get a look at cha..”

LeyLey hummed, her lips pursing as she inspected your beaten up face. She retracted her hand and reached into the pocket of her overalls, and pulled out a crumbled up bandaid still in the package. She fumbled with the wrapper and placed the bandaid overtop the cut on your chin. It did nothing, but she smiled proudly.

“There! Now if those assholes do that again, just let me know! I’ll make Andy join me!” She grinned. You couldn’t help but smile back.

No one ever stood up for you as a child, and Ashley always made the bullies go away.

Albeit, out of fear- but fear was better than anything

So you stayed by Ashley’s side, because without her….you’d just be a target again. She told you herself.

Being so close with Ashley only mean being close with her brother as well

To an extent

Ashley pitched fits whenever you two hung out without her, claiming you were scheming against her to leave her.

Neither of you would do that

There was a silent agreement between you and Andrew to shower Ashley with as much affection as you both could when you three were together

This is probably how you became so used to their closeness

You and Andrew somehow managed to find common interests outside of Ashley, something she made fun of you two for on a regular basis

You don’t know how, and you don’t know why, but you slowly fell for both of them

It just hit you like a bag of rocks

To say you were subtle would be a blatant lie, so it didn’t take long for the siblings to catch on.

And make note to tease you about it…

“Here, let me help you with that Y/N..”

Sirens went off in your head as Andrew pressed himself against your back, trapping you between him and the counter. He reached over you, grabbing the bowl you had been reaching for. The few seconds he did that felt like an eternity, and you feared your face boiling from the heat that had risen to it. Your brain buffered, not registering that he had left to sit with Ashley on the couch.

Mr and Mrs Graves were out, and normally this led to a movie night the pair would invite you along. It was just a movie, you told yourself, you could handle it.

Oh you could not have been more wrong.

The pair felt far more….touchy than usual- and it was slowly killing you. As you sat, sandwiched between the pair, Ashley clung tightly to your arm. Her nails dug into your skin possessively as she rested her chin on your shoulder. Andrew had his arm over the both of you, claiming to just be resting it. He was also awfully close.

You slowly blocked the movie, and any other sounds out, the only thing being audible to you was the rapid beating of your heart.

You could’ve sworn you died for a second when both of them placed a hand on your thigh.

Both of them had a bet to see how long it would take you to tell them

Neither had anticipated it would be over the phone…

The quarantine hit and you weren’t allowed to see them

The entire thing made you anxious

Parasites in the water supply…

As dramatic as it was, you were worried you wouldn’t see them again

So you called them, confessed everything

And like any good siblings would….they decided to share you <3

They took turns staring down at you fondly from the balcony when you came by to throw them food

They called you late into the night to pester you, Andrew especially when he couldn’t sleep

Eventually security became so tight you couldn’t even go near the apartment without risk of being shot.

And the calls had stopped

You were worried they were mad at you…that they hated you…

Until they showed up on your doorstep one night….

#the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #andrew graves #andrew graves x reader #ashley graves x reader #I have a lot of these to get through—#sorry yall I’ve been working on things!

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toomanyideasandfandoms · 1 month

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Okay okay okay so I have a VERY hot take...

I don't think the Sovereigns would like the creator. Cuz like it's more likely that the creator is the one that made humans, not the dragons before it. Because why would you create the dragons, and then later on just throw away the idea and push the dragons away when you could have created another planet to put the humans on instead, right?

Neuvi is the exception because he was reborn off on a human body and is technically created by the creator. HOWEVER, imagine that it's the dragon's authority that helps Neuvi realize the creator is the real deal. Like sure, the subtle power that they notice from the creator is there, but like with the authority itself (and being in tune with it as much as he would be when he obtains it), it would be MUCH more obvious.

That brings up the question as to why the archons aren't able to tell, and that's because of their own mind blocking it. How most people work is that whenever they think something is true, it takes a LOT to be able to like change their mind on something if they were wrong. So imagine that they hear of the impostor going around, but whenever they meet them, they feel that power and that pull. But because they've conditioned themselves to think of them as the impostor and not the actual creator, they stay stubborn and just push off that doubt in their minds.

Y'know who wouldn't be like that? FOCALORS (and Nahida cuz Irminsul). Think about it, she barely hears about any sort of like rumors or any badmouthin the cause she's been inside the Oritrice, and because she is made out of water (Oceanid stuff), they're more in tune with the authority. So without that block, they can tell right away during the trial on the "impostor" that they are in fact the real creator, which is why it will ALWAYS say they are innocent, no matter what.

Anyways, kinda went off on a tangent there sorry-

🍌anon

See this is where I ended up deep diving in the wiki by accident at one point that caused me to have this big brain moment.

So we know the Primordial One exists right? This is a canon god that created humans after essentially taking over Teyvat with the Heavenly Principles. That's canon.

So if the Primordial One is already canonically the one who created our characters (essentially)...what the fuck did our creator create?

My answer, Teyvat itself of course. But also the dragon Sovereigns themselves.

But I can already hear you asking, then how did we get to the modern canon of gods? Simple, Teyvat itself is an entity that can control and influence the elements, albeit very little. And with that influence the Heavenly Principles can't fully erase the authority of the creator, instead they rewrite history to favor them.

Saying the Dragons grew tired of being under the creator and chose to rebel, causing the creator to summon the Primordial One (which causes the creator to gain the title of Primordial Mother) to gain aid from. Then we essentially have our original canon mythos that's in the game itself. Essentially it's the same as with any history, written by the victors instead of what the full truth is.

And for why the archons can't recognize the creator is simply because the Heavenly Principles just won't allow them to. Because they've stolen (or attempted to for eons) the authority from the creator.

And here's my own hot take when it comes to the role of the Heavenly Principles, they aren't the creator's friend. They're more like a parasite that's trying to take over what the creator had originally made. Though the reasons I haven't fully thought up honestly. Could be jealousy, a twisted version of obsession, honestly it's up in the air for now.

But I like your hot take! Honestly most aus I've seen where the Heavenly Principles are on the creator's side would fit this very well. Actually it would be interesting if someone did an au where the isekaied protagonist is the reincarnation of the Primordial One and has to deal with the fact that they are trapped in Fontaine because the rage the Hydro Sovereign has would keep them there for all eternity just so he could enact justice on their past life's actions.

#sagau #genshin sagau #others ideas #🍌 anon #hope this doesnt feel like i was arguing #or that i was being condensing somehow #just thought it was a good opportunity to explain what i remember reading #and how it fit with my au #fhekdjfk

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snoopyana · 1 month

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unfair.

it’s all just so unfair. why won’t you give him a chance??

park wonbin. 18+ cheater!wonbin.

note — this has been sitting in my drafts since forever now. back when i didn’t post type of forever. older format but i kinda like it. and it has small dick wonbin because i was(and still am) obsessed with the concept and i’ve been seeing it a lot lately so i thought why not post this. the difference between 19 yr old yana and 20 yr old yana is nonexistent. sub!bin still rots my mind like a parasite 🥸

the scene was so embarrassing.

wonbins’ muffled cries and pleas of forgiveness leaked into your apartment through the cracks of the wooden door. watching as your doorknob violently shook and your door creaked with each rushed movement — you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for him. listening to the jumble of words that he strung together, his intense reaction made you realize how your own emotions were severely delayed. the shock finally setting in as he stood outside your apartment door, yelling for forgiveness. the events unfolded in your mind with every rough yank of the handle and dry heave that came from his mouth.

the way he tried to explain himself after getting caught with a girl, the girl he told you not to worry about, in between his legs. the way he tried to convince you that it wasn’t what it looked like. the way he started to cry when you walked out his apartment without sparing him another word. the way he followed you back to your own and was now begging to be let in.

he was hysterical.

“please just let me in..” voice hoarse, you almost felt bad. fingers itching to open the door for him — because he was still yours, right? it was just a mistake, wasn’t it? against all better judgment, you hand was wrapped around the cold metal and the door was slowly opening. creaking and groaning on its hinges, wonbin surprisingly waited until the wooden barrier was gone and he could finally see your face. your dry face, void of any tears. but also void of any hint of anger.

throwing himself onto your body, his hands gripped onto your body. head finding itself into the crook of your neck — searching for some type comfort. comfort that he didn’t deserve, but comfort that he inevitably got. while your arms wrapped around his waist, his tears soaked your shirt and dampened the skin underneath.

“i swear i-i didn’t mean it..” his voice shaky, wonbin gathered the fabric of your shirt in between his fingers when he felt your body peeling away from his. eventually letting you go, his hands wrapped around his torso, where your arms once were. the lack of physical touch making him nervous. you’d always hug him when he did something wrong, you’d always comfort him when he hurt you and whisper into his ear that it was okay and that you forgive him.

so why aren’t you doing it now.

the silence was almost too loud, a ringing in his ears as he waited for your voice to replace the headache inducing noise. watching your lips repeatedly fall open, only to quickly close once more. his patience slowly thinning the longer you took to give him an answer. when you took a step back, his eyes darted down to your feet — quickly focusing back onto your face. watching as your once calm expression morphed into one of anger? irritation? disgust? maybe it was all the above.

whatever it was, he wasn’t used to it. you never had reacted in such a manner and it scared him blue. as you stepped back, he stepped closer. clammy hands reaching out to you before you could step too deep into your home. “please, i can fix things…” wrapping his arms around your shoulders, wonbin hunched forward. bringing his swollen lips to meet yours, quickly losing himself as you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. the control he once had, slowly slipped away from him.

pushing his body away once more, all he would do was whine and chase your lips. with the lack of touch again, it finally dawned upon him that you hadn’t said a single word to him. simply letting the situation unfold in-front of you. before he could comment on the lack of your vocalization, his body was being dragged through the air. being forcefully pushed down onto your couch, air knocked from his body as he was seated in the same position that he was caught in. legs spread, head knocking against the back cushions of the couch, and his arms hanging loosely on his sides.

situating yourself onto his lap, his hands snaked up your waist — only to be slapped back down to his sides. swallowing hard, wonbin kept his hands curled up on his sides. “you know wonbin,” hooking your fingers around the waistband of his sweats, his body twitched when your cold fingers pressed against his torso. “i’ll be honest, ‘m not surprised you had to go find someone else to suck this excuse of a dick.” eyes wide and teary from your words. he found himself staying silent.

yanking at his pants, wonbin lifted his hips in response. the fabric pooled just below his hips, letting his dick spring out. you’d had seem it all before, in all its not-so-great glory.

ironic he was the one to cheat first.

wrapping your palm around him, it nearly disappeared in your grasp. his tip just barely poking out the top of your hand.

hot tears ran down his face as your hand continued to slowly jerk and pull at his aching dick. squirming underneath your body weight, his hands gripped onto your shoulders from the overstimulation. bucking up into your fist, a choked whine slipped through his swollen lips. “please, no more..” pushing at your arm, wonbins’ eyes screwed shut. attempts at getting away from your body falling flat.

“you were the one that wanted to cheat, so you’re gonna sit here and take it.”

note - was reading this over and decided to change the ending. i was onto something back then and i will continue to preach that men with smaller dicks deserve attention too🙏🏽‼️

#luvyujun #riize #park wonbin #riize wonbin #riize smut #riize angst #riize park wonbin #sub wonbin #kinda #i liked this #i liked this a lot

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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A People Eater's Worse Nightmare

Yandere Parasite/Shapeshifter + G.N Reader blurb

Summary: They love you. What the fuck's wrong with them.

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism

A nice big house. Large group of friends.

Yeah- this life was great.

Framed pictures of loved ones on the wall, freezer stocked full of meat. Beer cans on the coffee table and blood stains in the carpet. Such accomities made this place fitting to be their perfect home.

Shame they couldn't stick around.

[Hey, Dude! Last night was killer. You on for Sunday?]

The homeowner shoots a dismissive reply, sinking deeper into the revels of their catch present in the murky waters they reside. It was far too easy this time. A homebody with loose ties to numerous people turned the life of the party and friend group after a trip out of town. "Taking a new approach on life." And all that other horseshit that left people none the wiser to the horrors committed behind locked doors.

It was paradise, but too much of a good thing was bad for anyone's health. Getting to caught up in prey's daily life could make one sloppy. How people managed to miss those tiny spots of macroon in the rug or the smell that lingered was beyond them, but maybe that's just how primitive those claimed to be the top of the chain were. They needed to move ship, and fast.

A new message pops up on the screen, from a number simply marked with a heart.

[I had a really nice time with you last night. I hope we can meet up again soon.]

There it was. The other issue with being human. With how many lives they have under their belt, they've done this song and dance many times before. They've been married and divorced. Slept with numerous people in one night, and had committed friend with benefits deals. They could've made excuses for it all, but there was a side of them that longed for connect. An amalgamation of the feelings the one before them held and their own urges. There was many partners before this one and there would be plenty after.

So why can't they hit send?

[Hey, Y/n. Some stuff came up with my folks so I'll be out of town for a while. I'll hit you up when I get back.

A passage excuse. One that could potentially throw off their temporary mate if they were the type to overthink. For some reason, that got under their skin. Freaky. Maybe it's because they never managed to get them in the sack - or call them by their real name.

It's cool - By morning those feelings will be gone and they'll move onto the next. Just one more night and the homeowner would go back from social outcast turned devil worshipper - to a beast a little closer to home.

As their head sinks under the water, the homeowner just can't get that smile out of their head.

The parasite groans as it pull itself out of the bathtub. Hangovers were a bitch no matter what breed you were. It drags its heavy body off the floor and picks up the homeowner's phone. There's a missed message on screen. Their body suddenly feels lighter

[Hi. I saw you read my message, and I'm not trying to push things, but I wanted to invite you to breakfast if you were free.]

[Sure thing, Sweetheart. Just send me the locale]

The parasite hums to itself and it walks in front of the mirror, thinking about what to wear for its date with its partner. They open the cabinet to grab that perfume you said was nice on your second date-

What. What the fuck?

Ink slams the door shut; whiplash cracking the mirror. They stare at the exposed muscle structure of their skin, narrow eyes large as tennis balls. They - were themselves again, but they still as they did masquerading as that whiny little bitch. Their heart smiled in tune seeing that message, and their guts bubbled in anticipation for being beside the one to make them feel this way. They feel sick.

"What did you do to me. What did you do-"

Ink scrolls through the texts you've sent and photos you've taken together. You had to've done something. Poisoned them with some fucked up chemical. Snuck a part of yourself in their food to make them crave you so god damn bad.

Their search leaves them with nothing but a swollen heart and rage filled mind. They punch the mirror. Angry at the world, they still want nothing more than to see your disgustingly pretty face again.

"Fuck."

#Ink my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster

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wrightingdungeon · 7 days

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BG3 Shielding them with yourself

Warnings: Angst, death, some canon some not, a lot of Tav getting hurt somehow,

Note: I put Minthara with the Durdge just because I love my psychotic wife, that is all, enjoy the fanfics

Astarion: Looking around in a cave at the bottom of the well wasn't bad, the problem was the Phase spiders, they crawled around everywhere. Astarion cursed when his foot caught a web, spiders turning to face the party. “Darling I think we have to go now,” Astarion said turning to head back to the rope, the spiders coming quickly on your heels. Hearing a hiss you looked back and saw a swarm of baby phase spiders. “Move!” Gale yelled throwing back an Alcamyst Fire, his aim sucked and Gale had thrown it much closer to you and Astarion than he thought he had. Grabbing Astarion and shielding his body with yours, you felt the far too-hot explosion when the bottle shattered. Looking back Gales's quick thinking worked to save you from the small spider swarm, but he had successfully burned the shirt off your back as well. Getting out of the cave you peeled off the burnt fabric. “Darling, you are hurt!” Astarion whined as he helped you heal up, his fingers tracing lines on your back.”Are you sure this doesn't hurt? I’ll burn Gale back if you want Darling.””

Gale: Walking back down the sussur tree trying to head back to the Arcane Tower, you all heard the call of a Hooked Horror behind you. “Go, Go.” You instructed your team, pushing them ahead of you. Almost out you watched Gale get pounced on by a hooked horror, you pulled out your hand crossbow shooting at the monster yelling out to get its attention. It turned its attention to you moving closer to you ignoring the wizard lying prone on the ground. “Tav what are you doing!?!??” Gale called seeing the Hooked Horror had separated you from the group. “Other side!” You called before running back up the tree, leading the horror away. You had been killed, the horror had alarmed another in the area and you couldn't outrun both, luckily you had drawn them far enough from the flowers so your team could be useful when they got to you. You woke up with a gasp your body aching “Oh thank Mystra you're ok.” Gale let the used scroll drop, and pulled you close kissing you, “Never do that again! I can’t lose you again.”

Halsin: Laying out in bear form he was taking a nap on his back enjoying the bit of nature you had found for him to enjoy all his bear needs, you were sitting up in a tree reading a book that Gale had let you borrow. Both of you, just enjoying a rare quiet moment together, You look down hearing someone approaching underneath you. “See I told ya, a bear near the city” It was a few of the Gur people that Astarion had warned you about, watching them pull out a crossbow aiming it at Halsin, you jumped down in front of them. “Wai-” You tried to warn them that Halsin’s a druid, not a bear bear. Feeling the arrow lodge itself in your chest before you heard the twang of the string of the crossbow. “Oh shit….” Before your vision blacked out you heard an enraged roar behind you. “You will be ok, I have you my heart.” You felt warmth spreading over you. Opening your eyes and looking up at Halsin you saw him looking down at you, brushing your hair back. “Please do not do that again, I can take a hit as a bear, you can not.” He said touching where the arrow had pierced you.

Karlach: Smiling holding Karlachs hand you both decided to head to the top of Sharess's caress and enjoy a drink together before retiring for the night. Laughing together sharing stories of your lives before the parasites, out of the corner of your eye you saw a patron of the caress had joined you both on the roof. After an hour you both began to make your way down, your alarm bells going off you kept Karlach away from them. “For Zariel!?!?” The patron rushes you both, demonic dagger flashing in the moonlight. Sidestepping guarding Karlach with yourself taking the dagger to the clavicle. “Soldier!?!?!!” Karlach lit up like a bonfire grabbing the attacker holding them up. “Tell Zariel, that she may hunt me to the ends of the Nine Hells, but I will not yield. My path is my own, and I will walk it without fear." She growled throwing them to the ground, stomping on their knee, smashing it so they couldn't follow. “I got you, Soldier…” Karlach whispered picking you up and running off to get Halsin or Shadowheart.

Lae’zel: She had woken up to Shadowheart pinning her down a dagger to her throat. “You had every chance to look the other way, but here we are. You chose this.” Shadowheart’s words spilled venom and hate “Don't expect to be mourned.” Shadowheart said before Lae’zel smacked her in the head with a rock, watching the knife come down Lae’zel could at least die fighting, like a warrior. A hand came crashing into the knife stopping it from harming Lae’zel. “I said STOP!” Feeling Shadowheart being picked up Lae’zel watched you standing over her, your right hand stabbed to the hilt of the dagger, your left hand on Shadowhearts throat holding her up in the air. “Are you going to cooperate, or do I need to take care of you NOW!” You yelled up at her, your booming voice starting to wake up the camp. “O-Ok!” Shadowheart cried out, gasping when she was thrown to the ground. “Go to your tent.” You barked pulling the dagger out of your hand and throwing it at her feet. “Are you ok Lae’zel?” Yes, she was fine, you had taken what was to be a death blow for her.

Minthara: Minthara was skeptical about the Dryad, but you had insisted on wanting to have a bit of fun after having fought Kethric at Moon Rise. “I know my heart - and yours- better than this creature ever will. But we can indulge it if you wish.” She said looking to the Dryad, stepping forward to stand by your side. After the Dryad had asked her questions she began to speak in riddles. “But I know the truth. Only one face haunts your dreams each night. Close your eyes, sweetness, and she will come to you.” Mintharas vision cleared, seeing the Dryad turn into Orin she froze lightly remembering her laughter when she had infected her with the parasite. Feeling herself get pulled back, she looked up at you, moving your body to block Orin and Minthara. “I could end it now - but I'll be patient. Father will see us together again. He will see you bleed” In a flash Orin was gone. “Bhall I hate her.” You growled, looking back towards Minthara. “I'll separate her head from her shoulders before I let her harm you again.”

Shadowheart: Walking out into the Underdark, you all saw the Minotaurs thinking you all came up with a perfect plan to dispose of them. Nope, the party had not been prepared enough, able to get rid of one but the second refused to go down. Time seemed to freeze for Shadowheart saw the Minotaur running straight at her, ready to skewer her on its horn. Hearing your yell of barbarian rage, the next thing she knew she was on the ground with you standing over her. Your mussels popping out tenfold, holding the Minotaur’s horns locking eyes with the creature. “Aaaaargh!!?!?!?” your yell was strained, your body trembling as you began to pick up the Minotaur off the ground. Throwing it to the side watching as it hit the ground, the creature dug its finger in the ground trying to find something to hold on to, the force keeping its large body moving and rolling, over the ledge and down deeper into the Underdark. Shadowheart’s heart flutters watching you kneeling at her side. “I didn't hurt you, did I? I’m sorry I pushed you… I needed you safe.”

Wyll: He had always had his eye on your back, protecting you from anything that dared to harm you. This fight should have been no different, it had been going well, your team holding the upper hand. That was till the last goblin disappeared “WYLL.” He heard you yell feeling you pull him back, he heard the arrow slicing through the atmosphere with a high whistle, landing with a dull thud inside your abdomen. Watching you rip it out and throw it back, aiming a bullseye in the goblin's eye, lucky that you had let Volo try to help you remove the parasite, your new eye coming in handy quite a few times. Looking around making sure the area was clean you sighed giving the team a thumbs up so they knew no more invisible goblins. “Tav!” Wyll pulled you close popping a potion into your hands and ushering you to drink it. “Don't do that! What if it hit something vital!” He worried out loud looking to make sure the potion was helping. “Says mister ‘Provoke the blade, and suffer its sting’” You teased him, but let him fuss and look you over

#bg3 #bg3 halsin #bg3 gale #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 astarion #bg3 wyll #bg3 minthara #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 karlach #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #tav #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #baulders gate tav #baulders gate gale #fanfiction #bauldur’s gate

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Yan Scaramouche Pt 2

Written by Leo

A/N: I know I know I'm late. I haven't finished the Archon Quest either, so forgive me for inaccuracies in lore.

"Did you really think you could be rid of me so easily?"

You falter, unsure of how to respond. He is looking at you so eagerly, but this time without the veiled mask feigning indifference. That is what the man you knew would do.

A man had approached you in a tavern. He wore outlandish clothing and behaved in an eccentric manner.

You don't know this person. In many ways he reminds you of a man who wrenched your life away from you, the man who forced your compliance in enacting his distorted fantasies with him, and the man whom, regardless of his insufferable ideals and attitude, you had grown to love against your own will. Yes, they shared the appearance, irritability, and tendency to foul up the mood of everyone in the room, yet…

Yet, the Wanderer contrasts him in countless aspects that far outweigh the similarities. There is a fundamental part of him, one that truly defines that person, whose name you cannot quite remember…and it is one that you have yet to place a label on.

His eyes bore into yours, waiting for a reply. You can tell from the rapping of knuckles against the desk and apparent lifting of an eyebrow, that he is getting impatient. I leave for a matter of months, and where do I find you? In some dingy hellhole living out your new, miserable life. I seem to recall you held such pride and snark in your time of captivity. Has freedom finally humbled you? You would still do better under my care."

He talks too much. At your glare he shuts up. Anger clouds your mind. Who does he think he is?

"I don't know you."

After a pause, with which you presume he is processing that bit of information, face partially obscured by the absurd hat he dons, the Wanderer growls. The legs of the table rattle from the impact of his fists.

"You think you can just…throw me away like this?!"

You are struck with silence. He clicks his tongue.

"I did everything I could to return to you. Instead of a warm welcome back I receive cold silence. Truly, you are an ingrate." He was angry. The signs were far more telling than when he was still Scaramouche. If only you remembered.

"But then again…I don't suppose it's your fault, is it?" Rage gives way to thinly veiled irritation. "No matter. I'll make you love me again. Whatever it takes."

He leans in far too close for comfort. You almost swear you recognise those eyes swirling with annoyance. Like you've gazed upon them a million times before.

"This time I'm not letting you leave."

You have a feeling you won't be rid of him anytime soon.

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The eccentric returns again. This time to your own front door.

He is like a pest. A parasite that repeatedly makes itself a self-proclaimed resident of your house. You wonder if he is homeless. He takes and takes without so much as a blink of an eye. Just like that man. That person…his face, his name…all of it faded away. Even now you struggle to acknowledge his very existence.

Truthfully, you are afraid to forget him. The only reason you do not chase the Wanderer out of your room is because he serves as a daily reminder of 'him', what with the absurd familiarity they shared. Now you start to associate the face of 'that man' with that of the Wanderer.

"You are just like him."

With the way he stares, you realise you have unintentionally spoken out loud. He subtly glances at you in ill-disguised disbelief.

"You know…that I am that man, right? Whoever you can't remember. That's me." Following that unexpected effusion, Wanderer falters and scoffs. He knows you don't believe him. "Not that you'd understand anyway. You were never the brightest."

"If memory serves, were you not the one who propped your elbow on the boiling stove in an attempt to-"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-"

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Your laboured breaths alert Wanderer of your presence. He whips over, noticing the red streak across his face. He wipes it off, to no avail, smearing it over his cheek.

"Who…who is he?" The face of the corpse is mutilated beyond recognition. With great difficulty you identified it as the man who'd been importuning you for drinks together.

"That's not important." His eyes possessed a wild manic, one that you know by sight. It sickens you. "You belong to me. Unless you want to end up like him, an insect, an utterly despicable being crushed under my foot, you'll obey."

You have no doubts anymore.

#yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wanderer #leos works

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Short prompt: emergency surgery

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw parasites, amputation, gore, emeto

"We need to cut it off! It's moving quickly!"

Whumpee cried out in pain as the thing tried to force itself through their veins towards their heart, something everybody could clearly see from the black lines underneath their skin. It was pulsating, moving along like some messed up worm, possibly chewing its way across Whumpee's arm.

"Cut it off!" Whumpee screamed. "Cut it off, cut it off, just do it!"

Caretaker looked around for a knife, but nobody was offering one. "It'll kill them! We need a fucking knife! A saw! Whatever you can get!"

"They'll bleed out!" someone protested.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there! This thing will fucking kill them either way, we need a knife!"

Whumpee looked absolutely horrendous. They were sweating profusely, their face was pale as a corpse, and they kept thrashing from the immense agony that this thing was causing them.

Finally, someone handed Caretaker a knife with a serrated blade, and they wasted absolutely no time getting to work. They tightened the makeshift tourniquet around Whumpee's arm, then began cutting through skin and muscle as quick as it was humanly possible.

Other people joined in on the operation by holding Whumpee down, and someone even shoved a piece of cloth into their mouth to prevent them from biting through their tongue — or maybe because the screams were getting a bit too distracting. That fucking thing was still moving towards their shoulder at an alarming rate, and Caretaker wasn't sure they would be able to sever the arm completely by the time it got there.

"Come on, come on..." They grabbed Whumpee's arm and brought their boot down on it, breaking the bone and making the poor guy howl. They got right back to cutting afterwards, slicing through the remaining tendons.

Thud.

Caretaker stared at the severed arm on the floor, waiting for the parasite to crawl out. Their friends quickly moved to bandage Whumpee and stop the blood gushing from the wound, but all they could do was keep staring at it, waiting. It was still moving in there. Trying to find something to latch onto.

And as soon as it poked its disgusting little head out, Caretaker stomped down on it, grinding its soft body against the hardwood floor until it was nothing but paste; only then did they give themself permission to drop the knife, run to the bathroom, and throw up everything they'd eaten that day.

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This week saw the release of the season finale of 'My Adventures with Superman', and instead of talking about just the one episode, I'm going to talk about the entire season, and what I felt about the series as a whole. Obviously there will be spoilers here for the entire season, so take that into consideration.

Let's get this out of the way : Is this show perfect ? No. It has glaring flaws in the writing, the pacing and how it handles some of its characters. I consider this show to be a spiritual successor to the some of the more experimental superhero cartoons of the early 2000s such as the 2004 Batman cartoon or the MTV Spider-Man series, both of which took some extreme liberties with the source material and had some obvious flaws in how they were written. And yet I love those cartoons dearly, since they were, and still are, such fresh and unique takes on the two superheroes with the MTV Spider-Man being a gloriously edgy 2000s Spider-Man cartoon and The Batman being an anime inspired action show.

I remember those cartoons being criticized when they came out for how non-traditional they were compared to the comics and previous adaptations, but now they're considered cult classics, and I think the same is going to happen to 'My Adventures with Superman'. For the most part, I think the show is still quite good despite some of its flaws.

In any case, lets get those flaws out of the way, so that I can talk about what the show does right. The biggest point of contention is the pacing which is quite rushed in certain areas. I think the romance between Lois and Clark is extremely rushed since they fall in love and start dating a little too quickly for my tastes. The early episodes very much made it seem like the characters were just beginning to get to know each other, only for them to start dating in the next two of three episodes. I suspect that's why people complained about the dramatic cliffhanger in episode 5, since it feels like the characters aren't quite as close as they should be for them to have a falling out that works with how the characters have been written. Still, I think one can overlook that because the two characters are cute together and have excellent chemistry. The show transitions from the episodic narrative of the first few episodes to a more serialized structure in the second half, and I don't think it's as seamless as it should be, particularly since the show is still throwing a lot of new concepts at the audience in the second half and it doesn't land the way it should.

Some characters seem to be introduced and then quickly forgotten when the show has no need for them. In Episode three, the trio of Cat Grant, Steve Lombard and Ronnie Troupe are introduced only to be forgotten within the episode itself and the rest of the show. At least Steve Lombard gets one spotlight episode, but even that feels weird since he fades away into the background in subsequent episodes. Wouldn't it make more sense for Cat Grant to be the one who goes around interviewing the people of Metropolis in Episode eight instead of introducing a whole new character in Vicki Vale ? That would have given the show a stronger sense of continuity.

And as a lot of people have already pointed out, the villains are underwhelming. There are some standouts like the General, Amanda Waller, Mxyzptlk and to a certain extent, Parasite. But the rest of the villains are pretty bland. I'm not going to complain about how the villains are different compared to the source material. As I've stated before, the cartoon is allowed to change things for the sake of the story. And yet, I still feel like the villains are the weakest part of the show since they mostly serve as obstacles for Superman.

Some episodes are weaker than others. I was not fan of Episode 6 since I feel like the characters and concepts in that episode belong in a different show. And I also have some gripes about how the show handles the multiverse aspect in episode 7.

Despite it's flaws, the show does have a lot of positive aspects, and one of them is how it handles the main character itself. I've said this before and I'll say it again. This show totally gets Superman. It's not just that he's a kind and compassionate man who wants to help everyone, including his enemies. This show understands that Superman is an alienated character. He has some deep seated anxieties about not being a 'normal' person, something that's set up in the very first episode. He's given a character arc where he has to slowly come to terms with the fact that he isn't normal and that doesn't have to be a bad thing.

Clark is also not a perfect person, as he does hide his true identity from his friends, which does drive a wedge between them, but stuff like that only makes him more relatable. I absolutely love that Clark has no real idea of where he comes from, and is even led to believe that he is part of an alien species that will invade Earth. Not only does that fuel his anxieties even more, as we see in the series finale, but it's just another part of his ongoing character arc, where he has to face his worst fears about himself and eventually conquer them. One thing that I liked about this show is that Superman seems to be subconsciously holding his powers back, which unfortunately gets him beaten up a lot in the fight scenes. I know a lot of Superman fans like to see a more powerful Superman, but the various fight scenes feel so much more visceral and tense when it feels like Superman is at risk of actually dying. Jack Quaid, the voice actor for Superman, absolutely nails the performance especially in the more emotional scenes.

The other characters are also great. I like that Jimmy is given more of a spotlight in this show, and gets his fair share of moments where he gets to save the day. I also like that he helps to ground both Clark and Lois as the voice of reason. Certainly hope that he gets a lot more spotlight and that the show adapts the Matt Fraction Jimmy Olsen comics, especially with how the season ends with Jimmy apparently becoming rich which is one of the major plot points in the Fraction comics. Lois is also quite excellent. She's a little different from traditional portrayals of the character, as she seems to lack the cynical and snarky edge that some versions of Lois have. This version of Lois is much more perky and emotional, but it works for what the show is going for. Both Lois and Jimmy have excellent voice actors in Alice Lee and Ishmel Sahid. If the show were to go on for longer, they, along with Jack Quaid, could very well become the definitive voice actors for these characters.

The romance between Lois and Clark is extremely well done, even if it is a little rushed. You totally buy the two as a couple since there's plenty of heartwarming and wholesome moments between the two.

Speaking of that, I was a little worried that the show might just be nothing but a toothless wholesome and fluffy Superman show. I know a lot of people certainly expected the show to go in that direction, but we were definitely wrong about that. This show has its fair share of dramatic and even dark moments, and that's not a bad thing. Tension and conflict are at the heart of the best stories, and this show has plenty of that. I love the action scenes in this show. They get significantly more ambitious and exciting starting with the fight in episode five and it only gets better from there.

So that's the first season of 'My Adventures with Superman'. It is by no means a perfect show, but its positive aspects outweigh the negative. If I may speculate on the upcoming plot points for the next season, I hope that the show subverts the idea that the Kryptonians are evil. I've said it before, but that would miss the point of Superman's story. That idea works for characters like Goku, but not for Superman. It does seem like the show is leaning in that direction considering how it ends with the Jor-El hologram saving Clark. On the whole I love this show and would recommend it to anyone who's still on the fence. It's quite different from traditional Superman shows and movies, but that only makes it feel more fresh and exciting.

#my adventures with superman #clark kent #lois lane #jimmy olsen #superman #dc comics #dc animation

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Action Comics #699 (May 1994)

"THE BATTLE FOR METROPOLIS" STARTS HERE! Well, not here here, since most of the issue is actually just the setup for the battle itself, but this still counts as the first part of the storyline that will reshape the City of Tomorrow forever (in comic book terms, so "for a few months").

We start with Lex Luthor Jr. being interviewed on a panel-style TV show that conveniently recaps all the relevant plot points: Lex Jr. is at war with Project Cadmus because he blames them for the virus that's killing all the clones in Metropolis (including Lex Jr. himself, because he's actually Lex Sr. in a clone body). The Underworld clones living in Metropolis' sewers also blame Cadmus for their malaise and have been voicing their displeasure by breaking Cadmus shit all over the city, using big '90s-type weapons Lex secretly provided.

During the interview, Lex points out that Metropolis' so-called protector hasn't been terribly helpful during the current crisis, but that's because Superman's been occupied dealing with his power issues -- as in, his superpowers going out of whack, not that his landlord cut off his electricity or something. Fortunately, Superman managed to get rid of his excess powers last issue by just letting the Parasite absorb them (which turned the Parasite into a big-ass monster, but that's a problem for another storyline).

After recovering from his fight with the (now-missing) Parasite and confirming with Professor Hamilton that his powers are completely back to normal, Superman catches up with Lois Lane, who recently lost her job due to Lex's h4xx0r skillz. Talking to Lois, Superman finally learns the shocking truth about Lex Luthor Jr. = Lex Luthor Sr., and he also finally connects the dots between the clones of Metropolis getting sick and Lex suddenly looking old and frail.

When Superman goes to confront Lex, he sees that a kinkily dressed-Supergirl is about to kill him and has to stop her (see the Supergirl miniseries for more details on how the heck that happened).

Once Supergirl leaves, Superman goes after her, apparently forgetting what he came to LexCorp for (or deciding to give poor Lex a break, given his frail state). Lex's faithful medical team, Drs. Kelley and Packard, end up putting him in a "hyperbaric chamber"/big healing tube and chopper him to his private yacht so he can recover.

Meanwhile, the city is being evacuated and things are tense between the various groups that are supposed to protect it. A fight is about to break out between members of Team Luthor, the Special Crimes Unit, and Project Cadmus, when some nasty Underworlders suddenly emerge from the ground and attack the Cadmus guys. Superman drops by to reason with the Underworlders, and they actually seem to be listening to him... until Lex, from the safety of his yacht, remotely fires one of those sci-fi guns he gave the Underworlders, and all hell breaks loose. OK, now we can say the battle has started. TO BE CONTINUED!

Plotline-Watch:

We get an appearance from Jimmy Olsen's mom AND Bibbo in the same page?! Oh boy. Unfortunately, Jimmy himself appears too (along with Ron Troupe, both riding Bibbo's bike straight into the danger zone). Interesting that Jimmy has an Uncle Fred and Aunt Lynn in the city, yet he still ended up living in his car for a while. Is there a a deleted scene where he asked if he could crash with them and they just laughed for ten minutes?

Lex publicly blames Cadmus for destroying his private homes all over the world, but those who read the Supergirl mini know that was actually S-Girl subtly letting him know she's breaking up with him. Incidentally, in Supergirl #4, she actually throws Lex through his office's window and Superman rescues him, but in this issue, Superman arrives before she can throw him. Continuity error... or an anomaly caused by a certain time crisis looming in the horizon?!

When Superman is having his check-up with Professor Hamilton, he notices Hamilton seems distraught -- Hambone claims it's because of the chaos going on in the city, but I think it's clearly because Superman didn't even comment on the fact that he just dyed his hair brown at some point since his last appearance.

What with the city being under martial law and all, Perry White moves the Planet's city room to the newspaper's printing plant on the edge of town, and thinks to himself: "I've endured fires, blackouts, and riots, but I've never been forced to evacuate my own city room... until now." He might be talking about the fires, blackouts, and riots that happened during and around the "Blackout" storyline, when Metropolis was going through a Lex-triggered economic crisis.

Incidentally, Perry also seems to notice for the first time that all of the Planet's computer equipment was made by his biggest enemy's company, so he asks to see a test run of anything that's printed from now on. Don Sparrow says: "Interesting that Perry White, no longer a reporter, is the first to have the notion of checking the presses while investigating the wacky headlines Lois was purportedly creating. Lois and Clark are both intrepid newshounds, and neither of them thought of that? I suppose Clark was busy being enormous at the time."

Mayor Berkowitz, usually a level-headed chap, sides with Luthor and says on TV that Cadmus is intentionally creating all that chaos as revenge for that time he and Lex didn't let them steal Superman's corpse (during "Funeral for a Friend"). Surely this means Lex will finally forgive Berkowitz for having him arrested way back in The Man of Steel #4, right? (Spoilers: haha, no.)

I mentioned in our post about Man of Steel #33 that the nonchalant way in which Lois told Superman about Lex Jr. being a clone kinda bugged me. It was so nonchalant, in fact, that Superman didn't even seem to remember that bit of information in this issue, since he exclaims "What?!" when Lois mentions it again. Or maybe he thinks Lex Jr. being a clone was predictable but it's the part about him having Lex Sr.'s brain that took him by surprise? Either way, I'm actually glad we got a do-over on that moment, even if it still wasn't as dramatic as I would have hoped for.

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You know who also rules? Don Sparrow, who has more commentary on this issue after the jump...

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We start off with the cover, and it’s a very blocky, Kirby-like pose, of Superman fast-walking into gunfire. I love the one eye in shadow, which gives the pose an intimidating and mysterious air we’re not used to seeing with Superman. As always, Guice’s Superman seems to have the longest Tarzan locks (at least until Stuart Immonen joins the team) and that’s true here.

Inside the issue we get extremely '90s guest artwork by Norman Felchle and James Pascoe, and while it’s not my cup of tea, he is remarkably consistent throughout. Felchle would go on to do storyboard work for Pixar, Netflix, Marvel and others, so hopefully he isn’t sweating the criticism from a never-was like myself! The opening splash page is a good example of the 90’s style “extreme” stylization, as we see a computer-generated Lex Junior with a big old curly tress blocking his eye.

The length of this stylization changes panel to panel. We get more extreme linework a page later as Perry White’s disapproving expression makes his forehead look like cracking clay. [Max: Are we sure this isn't Darkseid posing as Perry as part of some nefarious plan?] After this argument, we get our first look at Superman himself, and it’s not bad overall—the S-shield is consistent throughout, and his wavy hair is well rendered. One of the main things that bug me about this art style (apart from when he attempts regular clothing, but we’ll get to that) is that every male character has an identical nose, particularly from the front view. Once I noticed it, I couldn’t stop seeing it. [Max: Dang, can't unsee it either.]

A few pages later, as Superman trails the Parasite underground, we get an example of Felchle’s penchant for perhaps-unnecessary detail. Rather than the gritty cement he has at the top of the panel, the Metropolis sewer is drawn to have been made up of European cobblestone, which is both pleasing to look at, and an unlikely building material, especially some 20 feet below the ground. Felchle does excel at motion—there’s a great image of Superman flying away from Professor Hamilton’s apartment.

It’s followed immediately, however, by the strange physics of Lois Lane dislodging a cathode ray television set with a couch pillow! The following page is the best example in the book of Felchle’s aforementioned weakest point—drawing regular humans in regular human fabric. Lois’ green sweater clings in such an unnatural and revealing way to her body that it appears to be made of cellophane (there was a similar instance earlier in the book when a beat cop’s uniform appeared to have been painted on, and again in a few pages on poor old silver-haired Sarah Olsen). [Max: To be fair, Byrne did establish early on that Mrs. Olsen is actually pretty young and attractive, but her hair greyed prematurely.] Sadly for the industry, this kind of cheap fan service depiction of women would become the norm rather than the exception in the decade to come, but in this era, it is a real deviation from the naturalistic look we’ve gotten used to.

A few pages later we get a tiny glimpse into the concurrently running Supergirl mini-series, where Superman talks Supergirl out of taking her vengeance on Lex Jr. too far. This whole scene is a little blasé for my tastes, as the stuff Supergirl describes (attempted murder, cloning experiments) is as bad or worse than the stuff Lex Jr. has been pulling on Lois. As Guardian looks for the Underworlders, we get still more of Felchle’s unique brickwork, this time above ground, at least. Lastly, we get a pretty lean and mean Superman on the final couple of pages as the Underworlder/Cadmus conflict becomes a shooting war. The three-fingered mutant firing on Superman recalls a couple Byrne panels, starting with flesh-suit Metallo getting (temporarily) blown away by S.W.A.T team members in Superman #1, and also Superman getting shot at by Bloodsport a few issues later in Superman #4.

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

There’s just a ton of stories going on here, perhaps too many to comfortably deal with in a single issue. We have the abrupt end of the Super-giant storyline (with no sighting of the Parasite that Superman crashed to Earth with), the who-cares war between Cadmus and the Underworlders [Max: I care, Don! I care!!], the Lois-bonkers headline storyline, the Lex-is-dying storyline, and then even a glimpse at Supergirl’s mini-series. It’s no wonder this issue feels quite long, but also incomplete.

It’s nice to see a little more of the Daily Planet’s operations, but the introduction to plant manager Jeff (no last name) and Jane (no last name) are so quick, and staged so distantly, we really get no sense of them as people. [Max: Jane Stewart, Don! Big fan of Jane Stewart, who appears for all of three panels. I don't know if she ever shows up again, but I'm giving her a tag on the blog anyway.]

Without saying too much, they’re certainly telegraphing who the mole in Lex’s organization is. Whenever this character appears in this issue they’re either admonishing Lex, or revealing details of Lex’s life to underlings. The reveal they’re setting up for really doesn’t feel so shocking after all this. [Max: Is it Vekko? I bet it's Vekko.]

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For @winterironmonth

SFW Thursday: Trope/AU, Word

Good thing these idiots are both monster fuckers. Anyway I avoided describing Bucky completely on purpose. Imagine him as you will. Look out for under the cut!

There was familiar scratching at the shutters. Tony didn’t even pretend to be cautious, throwing the windows open hard enough that one of them banged onto the stone wall of his tower and bouncing back. The other one banged into his visitor’s skull.

“Ow,” Bucky snapped, covering the spot with his claws. He gave Tony a glare with sharp pupils, but then Tony’s scent filled his nose, and they widened immediately. “You should be more cautious.”

“I’m locked in a tower. I’ll take any visitor I can get,” Tony scoffed.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes, reaching out to dig his claws into the stone again so he wouldn’t lose his balance. He glanced down at the ground, where the skeletons and corpses of those who had sought to free Tony, steal him away for their own, had fallen. He’d fallen, once. His scales had protected him, mostly, except for one errant sword that had chipped one off. That had hurt quite a lot. He peered past Tony into his tower—a single room that he’d certainly made his own over the years with the gifts Bucky had brought him, but a prison nonetheless. He was stuck there until he turned thirty-five, old enough to take control of his kingdom, or was rescued by someone brave enough to tackle the thick bramble forests, acid lake that served as a moat for his prison, and then, finally, the tower itself.

Bucky’s monstrous form was good for all of them. His thick scales guarded against the brambles, and he was able to collect baskets of sweet berries for Tony’s consumption on his journey. The acid lake served to kill off parasites that he couldn’t reach and couldn’t get anyone to groom off of him; he would have taken a swim in it regardless of the tressure hidden past its depths. The tower proved the only challenge, booby-trapped with blades and poison darts and false walls that crumbled under a questing hand and rebuilt themselves after. His trouble was not damaging the walls in a way that anyone could follow in his claw, or leaving a trail that he’d been there at all.

“I brought you a present,” Bucky said, instead of scolding Tony again. He was Tony’s only visitor outside of the witch that had trapped him here. It would be cruel to tell him he was foolish, that some of those knights and princes and kings had bad intentions for rescuing him.

“Ooh, a present!” Tony exclaimed, scrambling out of the way of the window so he could slither in.

Bucky crawled over the windowsill, only pausing long enough to whip the leftover lake water out of the fur at the end of his tail. He wouldn’t want to ruin Tony’s pretty rugs with acid. “You have to give me a kiss for it.”

“It’s not a gift if I have to pay for it,” Tony grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bucky made very deliberate eye contact with him, then shoved the wrapped bundle under his belly, so Tony would have to contend with all of his claws if he tried to get it before he wanted him to have it. “Oh no. No more present.”

Tony gasped, affronted, then dropped his arms so he could curl his hands into fists. He stomped his foot angrily. “This would be really mean if I didn’t already mean to kiss you!”

“I’m a monster. I’m mean,” Bucky replied simply.

Tony scowled, stomping his foot again just for good measure, because he hated when Bucky didn’t take him seriously. But then he stepped in and carefully took Bucky’s face between his hands. “You’re lucky I like that about you,” he grumbled, pressing a kiss to his nose, his nose, the side of his face, then directly on the front of his muzzle. “Give me my present,” he whispered, knocking his foot against Bucky’s front leg.

“You’re such a snot,” Bucky growled, but he carefully plucked the paper up between two claws and finally handed it over.

Tony yanked it from his claws and turned, tearing the brown paper from around it quickly. Bucky craned his head to try and see over his shoulder. He wanted to see if Tony liked it. He’d obviously like it because it was something new, and he loved getting presents from Bucky, but would he like it for what it was? He could never tell. He was starved of attention, of bonds with other people. He would probably accept crumbs and thank him for the meal.

“Oh,” Tony breathed, turning the pumpkin over in his hands. “Oh, Bucky, it’s beautiful. What is it?”

Bucky shifted his weight on his feet and forced himself not to frown. “It’s a pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin,” Tony repeated, wonder in his voice as he ran his thumb over the thick skin. “You said people carve these to scare away bad spirits?”

“Not this kind,” Bucky told him quickly, reaching out to wrap his claws around his waist to draw him close. He hooked his chin over Tony’s shoulder to look down at it, prodding it with the back of a claw so that he wouldn’t accidentally puncture the skin. “This is the type you eat.”

“Oh,” Tony said, still with the naïve wonder in his voice, like he had the first time Bucky had brought him the bramble berries, or pieces of fruit from the orchards nearby.

Apparently, the food that magically showed up in Tony’s pantry and larder didn’t include sweet treats. Bucky had started bringing him little bits of fruit or pastry, but sometimes it was difficult—he had no money, and his visage usually sent people screaming in terror. But sometimes someone would leave an offering on their property, say a little prayer for protection from the wolves that ate their livestock, or to keep the pests from their fields. Bucky figured it was only fair, that he take it for his services, even if no one knew it was him chasing off threats or scaring off insects by vibrating his scales threateningly. And he could share those things with Tony.

“Do you bite into it, like an apple?” Tony asked, turning it in his hands again.

“No, it’s like… that green and yellow squash I brought you,” Bucky said after some thought. “You cut it open and scrape out the seeds, and then you cook it.”

“Seeds,” Tony breathed, then turned, looking up at him with a bright smile. “And I can plant them like I did with the squash?”

“Of course,” Bucky promised. He leaned in to nose at Tony’s neck, to listen to him giggle as his whiskers tickled over his sensitive throat. “How long until your guardian comes back?”

“She said she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning. Some flower she can only harvest at night,” Tony complained. He set the pumpkin on a nearby table, then turned, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck with a pout. “That means you can’t stay long, doesn’t it? You can’t even be nearby.”

“I don’t want to fight another witch,” Bucky answered, which conveyed enough without it being too much. He’d obviously already been cursed once. He didn’t need a second one. He nosed a lock of hair out of Tony’s eyes. “But I can stay long enough to teach you how to make something with the pumpkin.”

“Okay,” Tony sighed, frowning, but leaned in for another kiss.

Bucky curled his claws over Tony’s hips, indulging him. Tony was almost more touch-starved than he was. He could spend a few minutes giving him affection. It wasn’t a hardship.

#aurumacadicus writes #winterironmonth #winteriron

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campwillowpeak · 1 year

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It is the largest bony fish in the world, weighing up to 2,300 kg. And since they have so little circumference, that makes them gigantic dishes that God must have accidentally dropped while washing them one day and passed them by, because no one could have imagined this would happen. AND THEY ARE USELESS. EVERY KILO OF THAT IS A WASTED KILO AND EVERY CENTIMETER OF THEM (3.3M BY 4.2M) IS WASTED SPACE. They are so completely useless that scientists even argue about how they move. They have little control other than some small movements. Some say they need to push the water with their mouth to control the direction. They could use their tail fin EXCEPT, GUESS WHAT, what it doesn't do is grow. It just keeps folding in on itself, so the fucking cells are being made, but this floating piece of fucking junk just doesn't put them where they need to go. They also do not have a swim bladder. You know, the one thing a fish needs to make sure they don't sink to the bottom of the ocean when they stop moving and it keeps them from tipping over in the water. Already barely able to move to begin with, this creature can't stop its lagging tour across the ocean or it's FUCKED. BUT. BUT. They can get stranded on the surface! And it happens often! Because without that swim bladder crap, if the ocean pushes the finest but biggest fish on the fucking planet, you're out of fucking luck! There is no creature on this earth that needs a swim bladder more than this spit in the face of nature, BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE IT. Some scientists have speculated that when they do, they are absorbing energy from the sun because no one knows how they manage to get energy to begin with. So they need the sun I guess. But good news, when they end up trapped like this, it gives the birds a chance to land on that fucking island that is your body and eat the bugs and parasites on your skin because it's basically a breeding ground for slowly migrating parasites. Pros and cons. "If they're that big, they must be at least decent predators." No. The most dangerous thing about them is, as you may have guessed, their stupidity. They have caused the death of a person. Because a wave put him on a boat. More exactly to a human being. And in 2005 he decided to relive his mighty glory days and do it again, this time landing on a four-year-old. However, the boy was not injured. All right, fish. Great job. Fool.

They mostly just eat jellyfish, because OF COURSE, they could only eat something that has no brains and can accidentally slip into their mouths. Everything they eat has next to zero nutritional value and because it's so stupidly fucking big, it has to eat a fucking mountain of worthless jellyfish to stay alive. Silly. See that ridiculous open mouth? Don't let that expression fool you, they just don't have the fucking ability to shut their mouths because their teeth are fused together, and they can't shut it. You know why she floats around like the most horrible inflatable doll in the history of our planet. Because he's actually just as confused as we are about why the fuck he's still alive.

However, they are sometimes eaten. BUT CHUNGO WHAT HAPPENS. No animals actually use them as a food source, they usually just mutilate them for hanging out. Seals have been seen playing with their flippers like frisbees, probably the most useful thing ever to be done with them. "Wow, those are good arguments, this fish is truly proof that God has abandoned us." Yes, thanks. "But if they're so bad at literally everything, why haven't they gone extinct?" Big question. BECAUSE THIS THING IS SO STUPID IT DOESN'T REALIZE IT SHOULD NOT EXIST. HE IS SO INcapable of LITERALLY EVERYTHING THAT HE IS NOT AWARE OF BEING THE WORST FUCKING FISH EVER. And what does he do then to survive? It lays many, many eggs. Besides some bugs, there are some ants and things that will lay more. But the sunfish WILL LAY 300 MILLION EGGS IN ONE THROW. 300,000,000. SURVIVING BECAUSE IT WOULD BE STATISTICALLY IMPROBABLE, what the hell am I saying, IMPOSSIBLE, FOR AT LEAST ONE OF THE 300,000,000 NOT TO SURVIVE (which is every time they lay eggs). And this concludes why I hate this complete failure of evolution, the sunfish. If I ever see one, I plan to throw stones at it.

WHA?

WHAT FISH?

WHAT IS THIS?

WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?

WHAT PROMPTED THIS?

IS THIS THE DRAMA GOING ON?

IS IT FISH DRAMA?

I AM SO CONFUSED

SCREAMING

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son1c · 1 year

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I'm dying to know about your Project Nova endings can you summarize them in a nutshell?

Also, in the good ending, I bet Sonic and Infinite are friends

sorry if you were expecting paragraph breaks

bad ending: the ruby-corrupted-emerald that's been fused with sonic for 6 months finally overwhelms him, but before he can destroy the world, eggman seals him in a generator chamber to siphon his limitless energy and power his new empire. infinite is forced to guard him via mind control (thanks eggman), keeping sonic in a happy illusion to keep him from breaking free. this 24/7 use of the ruby causes it to parasitically encroach on infinite's body, slowly killing him, but he has no choice but to keep overexerting himself. eventually tails and the rest of the resistance manage to fight their way down into the depths (or "heart") of the compound that sonic has been trapped in. they defeat infinite, breaking the mind control collar off of him in the process, and he stops them from trying to enter the generator core where sonic is, because he knows sonic will kill them. infinite decides to use the last of his power to create one final illusion, and tear apart the emerald from sonic once and for all, freeing him but dying in the process.

neutral ending: infinite and the resistance are still enemies. infinite has realized that eggman lied to him about what happened to his team, and that the real person responsible for their deaths wasn't shadow, but the doctor himself. so he goes rogue, and when sonic succumbs to the emerald and turns into his pure chaos form, he fights him alone. all he wants is to put an end to the misery caused by eggman, and he is willing to pay any price in order to accomplish this. what ends up happening is he tears sonic free from the emerald, but is sucked into the phantom ruby (null space) as a result. so, sonic is left with two magical rocks at his feet, and a killer headache. it's unclear whether or not infinite is truly dead or just stuck inside the ruby. sonic intends to find out.

good ending: infinite teams up with the resistance, although their alliance is tense. if it came down to it, he would leave any of them to die, except for tails. tails is to sonic what his team was to him, and so he gets special priority. regardless, infinite knows that none of them trust him as far as they can throw him, and he doesn't do much to contest that. he remains abrasive, even as he works toward the "heroic" goal of defeating eggman and his new favorite weapon, pure chaos sonic. tails is able to figure out what's happened to the chaos emerald in sonic's chest is because of the feedback loop implemented to power the ruby, and figures the solution would be severing that connection. in the climax, infinite drags sonic into null space, and with a device tails created, releases an emp-type wave that shatters the dimension, and forcibly ejects the emerald from sonic. this also shatters the ruby itself, but infinite survives. they're warped back to their dimension by the chaos emerald (which i headcanon? infer? to be somewhat sentient, and so in this rare case it's able to act on its own). later, it's revealed that some ruby shards still remain inside of infinite's heart, and they are not happy about being betrayed by their host, but that's epilogue shit... and to answer your question, yeah sonic and infinite remain friends in this ending.

#blueseraph88 #pure chaos sonic is my icon btw . in case u didn't know lol

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boytumms · 1 year

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Maybe a better idea drawn out but I’ll try my best to explain it!

A two sided dildo situation, where two amateur alien smugglers try to steal a rapidly evolving parasite, but in their carelessness, it’s containment casing breaks open.

It escapes and in the presence of two suitable hosts, it evolves to lay eggs through both ends, then burrows itself into their asses simultaneously to breed them and lay its eggs. They cry and try to pull away from each other but it stretches so far before the parasite keeps them anchored together.

As fun as it would be for them to get caught, it’ll be more fun if they’re on the run, sticking to their fellow smugglers side now that they’re literally joined together. They’re trying to find some way to remove the parasite and still get their money they’re promised.

The longer they run though, the more the eggs grow and gestate, their stomach’s getting bigger and the parasite getting thicker and stretching their asses.

Then an egg breaks open, and it slithers out of one of their asses and does the same process to their cunts, wedging themselves inside before breeding them and laying more eggs inside. The two victims are so full of cum and eggs, and if they don’t hurry up soon they might not even be able to move. At this point, it would’ve been better to be caught than to suffer being bred by alien parasites, but they assume they’re too far in now.

Eventually, another egg hatches, and it attaches them together by the mouth. Another load of cum and eggs, and now it’s impossible to hide their situation— or even move. The authorities catch up to them to find the two smugglers reduced to crying moaning breeders. Capture seems like a no-brainer, but they decide their situation now is a nice punishment.

ooo that's an interesting idea! I can imagine the two of them trying to pull away from the other, and the other crying out in pain as they feel the creature claw at their insides to stay latched on. Once each hole is filled by a creature though, there would be no way for any of the eggs to escape at all, their poor bellies would just keep growing and growing until they're finally found, writhing in pain and desperately moaning around the creature in their mouths.

Because of how valuable/endangered the creatures are, they aren't removed from the two criminals, leaving them with their writhing stomachs still swelling until they look like their about to pop. Thanks to them, a new way to breed the creatures is discovered and instead of throwing them in jail, they're kept full to be used to study and repopulate the endangered species

#ask #anonymous #mpreg #writings #belly kink #im not going to think about how they were running around connected ass to ass cause ill start laughing

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