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lady-wallace · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 12 - Hunter's Moon (JJBA Vampire Hunter AU)

More Vampire Hunter AU for today's @whumptober fic! This one can be read by itself, but if you are following the series, there will be spoilers for anyone who has not read through "Humanity and Eternity"

Bucciarati and Abbacchio decide to go on an easy hunt to ease into Bucciarati's new vampiric condition, however, their quarry proves more dangerous than they thought, leaving Bucciarati gravely injured, and Abbacchio with a choice to make.

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Prompts Used: Red, (alt. prompt 8. Hunting) Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Bucciarati

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Excerpt:

Bruno was shivering violently by the time Abbacchio finished cleaning up, washing blood off his hands. He moved Bruno away from the wet hay and tried to make him comfortable, helping him put his shirt back on to offer a little extra warmth.

"Are you cold?" he asked lamely.

"Mm," Bruno murmured. "Seem to be."

Abbacchio pressed his lips together firmly, and took his own coat off, wrapping it around the other Hunter who glanced up at him gratefully, huddling under the warmed garment.

"I doubt I'm really…going anywhere," Bruno murmured. "So…if you want to chance it alone…you can go. I'll be fine."

Leone glanced down at him skeptically, pressing the back of his hand against Bruno's forehead and finding it extremely clammy. "You really are cold," he said in surprise and sat down next to Bruno, pulling him in against his side in an attempt to share his own body heat. Bruno grunted in protest at the jostling, but huddled closer appreciatively.

"There's no point in running into the woods for it," Abbacchio muttered. "It knows better where it's going in there. "We'll wait to see if it comes out again tonight and then shoot it."

Bruno sighed, opening his eyes to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"It surprised you, we should have stuck together."

Bruno tensed briefly as a wave of pain went through him before he said tiredly, "I'm still…I'm trying to find the happy medium between knowing I'm physically stronger now, and actually utilizing that in a way that I am not continuously throwing myself into harm's way."

"Oh, so it took you until you become a damn vampire to figure that one out?" Abbacchio asked, not without a little exasperation.

"I suppose that is what got me into this situation in the first place," he replied, then let out a soft moan, curling further into himself. "God."

Leone watched helplessly as the injured Hunter shuddered in pain, breathing through his nose as cold sweat beaded on his brow.

"How bad?" Abbacchio asked quietly.

Bruno let out a shuddering exhale. "Feels like…'m still being ripped…apart." He swallowed hard, eyes squeezed shut as he curled further into himself, heavy against Abbacchio's side.

Leone hesitated slightly before he reached out to rub Bruno's back, trying to soothe, but he knew the other man had to be in a hell of a lot of pain right now.

And he wasn't going to get better this way either. He wouldn't be able to heal himself when he was already so weak. Which…left a question Abbacchio really didn't want to think about, but it needed to be addressed all the same.

"You need blood, don't you?" he finally asked.

Bruno let out a wry, helpless laugh. "It would help. It's hard…to think of that still." He cringed, swallowing down another whimper as he pressed his face into Abbacchio's side. "Blood should help me heal faster though."

"You know you shouldn't feel bad to ask for it," Leone said, though he couldn't keep the discomfort out of his voice. The thought that Bucciarati literally needed to drink blood to survive was still a lot for him to grasp. But he was sure that it was even worse for Bruno so he tried not to let it show.

Bruno looked up at him, red eyes clouded with pain. That was still the hardest thing for Abbacchio to get used to. The fact that he would never see his friend's blue eyes again, evoking so much emotion, either compassion or steely anger. But maybe all of that was still there. He just…didn't like to spend a long time searching.

"I think the farmer might owe us a sheep for our trouble." Bruno replied with a light chuckle that turned into a cringe. "We could say…the dog got it."

"You're going to try to wrangle a sheep in your condition?" Abbacchio asked. "Buggers kick, you know."

Bruno was silent, seeming to consider it. "I don't see another option," he said quietly.

Abbacchio felt a twist in his stomach, because the obvious answer was right in front of them. This was literally the last thing he wanted to suggest, but wasn't it kind of part of the job?

Bruno shifted to try and find a more comfortable position, a choked gasp escaping him. He pressed a shaky hand to his stomach, before pulling it away with fresh blood coating his palm. Leone's heart sank. He was still bleeding, and the more blood he lost…

He took a deep breath weighing his own discomfort against the discomfort the other man was obviously feeling. And coming to the conclusion that he was being a damned idiot. If he could offer any aid to his friend right now, then it was Leone's job to do so.

"If…" he hesitated, biting his lip briefly before he forced himself to continue. "I don't mind," he finally spat, then forced himself to clarify. "If you need to drink my blood."

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grand-line-shenanigans · 1 year

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I don't know, Nai, that doesn't look like the face of a man who wants top surgery.

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mystorystar · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 5

Whumptober day 5: (alt prompt no. 8) "hunting"

Fandom: Adventure Time

Characters: Simon Petrikov (Ice King)

Sumamry: Simon did something regrettable. He shakes it off faster than any sane person should.

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thethistlegirlwrites · 7 months

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Hunter (Hunted)

Sierra settles the rifle more securely against her shoulder, takes a measured breath, and waits.

She's not one of the undead, but she's learned to control her breathing to make herself nearly unmoving, to calm her heartbeat and fire in the still pauses.

She's nearly as deadly as one of them.

Her target is inside the building in front of her. He’s taken up squatter's quarters in the crumbling Spanish colonial that used to belong to an investment banker, until he and his family lost the business and most of their money in '08. Since then, a steady trail of residents have tried to move in, but the house has bled them dry in upkeep, and they've all moved on. It's been vacant for three years now.

It's the perfect base for a vampire. Already rumored to be cursed, and avoided by most.

The door opens, and a figure in a long black leather coat steps out.

Sierra waits for him to nearly round the corner in her direction before firing a single shot, center mass, that tips him over into the alley.

A good shot, but she needs to follow it up. With the right load, the right equipment, and the right person on the trigger, a vampire can be killed with a shot to the heart. But creating hollow aspen-powder loaded silver bullets (which warp enough on their own, accuracy is much better with silver-plated) is a tedious job, and guaranteeing a shot clear through the heart without a precision scope, on a moving target, are things most vigilantes simply aren't at the caliber to achieve.

She has a limited window before she has to assume someone has called in the shots fired, even if in actuality that might not have happened. She slings the rifle strap across her chest, pulls her sidearm, bolts into the alley, and places another bullet into the vamp's forehead. There’s no sense getting herself bitten if the vamp is still semi-mobile. That will keep him down long enough for her to finish the job.

In one fluid motion, she draws her stake and drives it home.

Gross.

This guy’s only been undead less than a year, so the corpse doesn’t crumble into dust. It just goes through nine months’ worth of decay in about four seconds, skin shriveling, features sinking, dark blood dripping out onto the dirt.

She hears doors and shutters slamming, and a strange sibilant hissing. He wasn’t alone in that house. She’d been told he didn’t have a coven of his own, but clearly, he had someone. She’s no longer the hunter. She’s become the hunted.

By someone far more likely to actually find her than whatever police unit might be responding to the scene.

She leaves the stake in the body (it’s already obviously a vigilante kill, and she was wearing gloves the whole time) and runs.

The hiss becomes a screech of rage as Sierra bursts out of the alley into the street where she’d parked her car. She’s already unslung her rifle and tosses it through the open back window. A perk of being a vigilante hunter in Texas is that having visible weapons on your person or in your vehicle is just a cultural thing. Most likely, no one who happened to glimpse her will actually remember seeing her with the rifle, any more than they would remember seeing someone wearing cowboy boots.

She turns the engine over just as a faint siren sounds in the distance.

She’s had plenty of practice eluding the cops on these streets, and with far less lead time, so she’s none too concerned about doing it again, even if that is a response to the shots fired.

What she is worried about is the dark shape that explodes from the alley in a terrifyingly swift leap, locking onto the bumper of the car as she floors the accelerator and kicks up a shower of gravel and sand. The car squats and jolts, struggling with the extra and badly distributed weight on the rear end, and Sierra whips it sideways, hoping to dislodge her unwanted passenger.

There’s a teeth-aching screech of claws on metal, as the vamp attempts to get purchase on the trunk, but Sierra keeps the battered Gran Fury fishtailing until she reaches the first corner.

When she swings the turn, there’s another terrible screech, part tearing metal, part angry vampire, as the creature loses its grip and is flung free, taking a chunk of the bumper with it. Sierra can hear the rest of the loosened metal rattling on the street behind her.

She’ll ditch the car in a couple blocks; the vigilantes work hand in hand with a chop shop she knows well, given her mom’s racer buddies used to be part of both its supply and demand. This car will be nothing but parts by morning, so even if the vamp or any passersby could ID it, they’ll have no trail to follow.

She shakes off the eerie memory of the gleaming red eyes focused on her, and the far more terrifying one of watching the back of her car torn apart in the rearview mirror without any glimpse of what was doing it, and pushes the pedal to the floor.

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i-am-still-bb · 6 months

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No. 22

“They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.” | Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | "Watch out!"

Alt. No. 8

Hunting

Pairing: Fili/Kili or Fili & Kili Rating: T Words: 2,917

Warnings: Zombies, guns, profanity

A/N: How did this get so long?? Currently listening to a zombie anthology which explains the subject matter.

None of the original prompts sparked anything. So I picked an alternate prompt. And then some of the original prompts sparked inspiration.

Fili hadn’t known that the end of the world would be televised. He had never thought that he would watch the implosion of governments on TikTok on his phone while hiding in his basement listening to the roar of planes overhead.

But it was.

And he had.

Or it was until there was no more cell service. That was when he got scared.

“Hurry up, Fili. We need to get moving.”

Fili nodded, but he did not verbally respond to Thorin’s order. There were no more requests, no more “could you’s.” Everything that needed doing was important and time sensitive. Fili was fiddling with an old GPS that Thorin had in his storage unit.

“You are such a pack rat,” Dis had admonished when Thorin pulled up the metal door that squealed loudly. The storage unit was large, but organized—Bilbo took credit for that—and they were able to quickly sort through and find what they needed.

Winter Gear? ✔ Camping Equipment? ✔ GPS? ✔ Any other old electronics? ✔ Paper maps? ✔ Tools? ✔

The thing was that the GPS unit had not only been stored away because it was obsolete once everyone had smartphones, it had not be entirely functional anymore. And sitting in storage for over a decade had not improved its capabilities and functionality. They were currently traveling using paper maps that were at least 30-40 years out of date and Bilbo’s sense of direction. They were all crammed into a cargo van that Dwalin had used to haul equipment to gigs back when music was a thing that most people had time for. They also had a trailer. Between the two they had stored a lot of things they thought they needed or might need in the future and they had place for the five (hopefully soon to be six) of them to sleep on inflatable camping pads.

It was slow going for many reasons.

The highways were full of stopped cars. Sometimes cars had just been abandoned on the highway. Sometimes only one lane was open and everyone who still had gas to put in a car seemed to be trying to get to the same places.

So they were using narrow, barely two lane county roads most of the time. These were better, but not by much. Cars were still abandoned. Farming equipment could also be blocking these roads along with herds of cattle who had escaped from their enclosures. These roads also had a tendency not to connect all the way through. The road would dead end for a mile only to pick up again. But it was impossible to drive for a mile through the torn up fields. So they had to detour, hope that seemingly straight roads were actually straight, and try to return to their original road.

If it had been winter they could have tried driving across the fields. Frozen earth would support the weight of the van and trailer, but the rough terrain may have done significant damage to their vehicles. But as it was, those were not options that they had to weigh. It was spring. The fields were often muddy swamps that were barely traversable by tractor. Ditches were overflowing. Sometimes roads were impassable due to flooding.

“At least we don’t have to worry about having enough to drink,” Bilbo had offered when Thorin had started cursing the incessant rain.

Thorin had scowled.

But now they had reached an impasse. Thorin’s knowledge could take them no further. The relevant map had gotten soaked by coffee and torn. The roads were now all blurry smears.

So they needed the GPS working.

Now.

Fili felt the pressure not just from those around him, but from within himself as well.

Kili had a habit of not listening and not doing as he was told.

The last communication they had with Kili was over a week ago now. They had been rationing an allotted amount of gasoline in the generator and they had called Kili on the two-way radio that Fili and Kili had left over from their childhood. Kili was told to stay put. To not leave his dorm room unless necessary. The building had a kitchen, bathrooms, exterior doors that locked when closed and you had to have a key to get inside.

But Kili never listened.

That’s how he had broken his arm when he was 6 and his foot when he was 15.

Fili was hoping that for just one time Kili would stay where he belonged. Safe.

What Dwalin was working on kept making clicking metal noises that was driving Fili to distraction. “Can you not?” he snapped, looking up from the GPS unit and his tiny soldering kit.

“No.” Dwalin’s voice was firm with no inflection. And he continued cleaning the guns.

That was the other thing.

There were guns everywhere.

And there were people with those guns.

People who were jumpy, scared, and didn’t know what they were doing. And, more dangerously, were those that were jumpy, scared, and did know what they were doing.

The trailer they were hauling had enough guns and ammunition to power a small militia.

Fili had always hated guns. He had friends who did 4H for the shooting sports and they had wanted him to join. They went deer hunting and drank alcohol pilfered from their parents in thermos. Fili declined. They went to gun ranges and rented guns that you could not legally own and that was their idea of a good time.

Fili would much rather stay at home and build model kits, tinker with electronics, and work on little things that Kili told him he should get patented.

And now guns were everywhere.

But for good reason.

The RN2a virus was that reason.

Scientists were working on a vaccine, but right now there was not much hope. So far the only known infection routes involved direct contact between an infected persons’ bodily fluids and your own mucosal membranes (eyes, nose, mouth, etc.) New information was being released and retracted on a near daily basis. No one was taking their chances.

You could recover from the disease, but having it did not give you immunity. There were people who had it 7 times before it killed them. The disease was not the worst part, nor was the death, it was the “reanimation” that came afterwards.

Those that had been reanimated had already been given a variety of nicknames—Zombies (obviously), biters, the undead—and then there were the more politically correct terms like—infected, afflicted, and reanimated. The news very carefully did not say what they had been reanimated from. They were always careful to talk around the whole “dead come back to life” bit. But everyone knew it. Most people by now had known someone who had succumbed to the disease.

It had started slowly. That was why Kili had still started college like he had been planning before the pandemic started. It grew slowly for over a year, with there being scattered reports of the dead coming back to life (and it being a symbol of the End Times), and then it had exploded in recent months. It hadn’t felt like the end of the world at first. It just felt like a bad flu season, then it felt like COVID all over again with “work from home” and “shelter in place” orders popping up everywhere. Fili returned to his part-time job of delivering groceries just like he had during COVID when he had been finishing up his senior year of high school online.

“We need to move on and find a better place to set up for the night,” Thorin said. “Do you think you can finish this in the van?”

“It moves too much,” Fili replied tersely. “I’ll probably damage it when we hit a pothole or swerve to avoid hitting another fucking deer.”

“It’ll have to wait until tomorrow then.” Dwalin’s voice had a sharp edge and everyone looked at him. Then they all saw the forms moving near the distant tree line.

—

Kili looked out the window of his dorm room into the green space that was sheltered on three sides by the building. A pine tree blocked a lot of the view, but also kept them from being seen.

“Do you think they’re still coming?” Ori asked.

“They wouldn’t just leave us here.” Kili scratched at some dried acrylic paint on the windowsill, remnants of a previous student’s art project.

“I don’t think they’d leave us here,” Ori said defensively. “Just that they got held up. Or something happened.”

“Something did happen. The power went out. And the radios died. That’s all that happened.”

Ori did not say anything more. He looked back at the pages of the book he was reading. The first thing Ori did when it looked like things were getting bad again and like they might all be told to stay in their dorm rooms for weeks on end was go to the library and check out a massive pile of books. Ori caught a clump of pages under his fingernails and ran them up and down. He had been on this one page of a thriller (probably not the best choice) for over thirty minutes now.

“Do you think we should do something?” Kili asked suddenly.

“Like?”

“Like make our way to them? Maybe we’ll run into them on the way.” Kili started pacing the length of the room from the windows, past the desk to the door and back with a detour for the space between their beds.

“And maybe we wouldn’t run into each other. We’d miss each other by a mile and then that would be it unless we both got the radios working again at the same time and were within range of each other.”

Kili grunted. And he kept pacing. And chewing at his fingernails.

“Stop,” Ori said without looking up from the book again, even though he was just staring at the weird shapes that the negative spaces made by the words.

Kili looked up, “Stop what?”

“All of it.”

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The brick buildings of the college finally appeared. It had taken them over a week to travel what they normally traveled in an afternoon. The town surrounding the college appeared to by empty. There were the same abandoned cars, but there was also random items like trash bins, jackets, single shoes, backpacks, and such littering the road.

Thorin drove slowly. His knuckles white.

Bilbo reached over and put a hand over one of Thorin’s. Nobody said anything.

Fili wanted to jump out of the van right now and charge up to Kili’s dorm, pound on the door, and demand to be let in. He was getting the feeling that nobody was going to be there waiting for them. And the silence in the van told him that he was not the only one with these dark thoughts.

Dis stared out the window and worried her fingers.

“We’ll find him,” Fili said quietly when he took one of her hands in his own.

“I hope so,” Dis whispered.

—

They finally found a place to park that had a decently clear path forward if they had to exit in a hurry, which was always a possibility.

“Do you remember where he was living?” Dwalin asked, stuffing a gun into the waistband of his jeans. This question was directed at Fili. Dis and Bilbo had been charged with staying with the van. They were to keep it running and ready. Thorin had pressed a small but powerful glock into Bilbo’s hands.

“I’m pretty sure it was the one on the other side of the hill.”

“Pretty sure?”

“We didn’t move him this year!” Fili snapped. “I still remember where he lived last year. I know his campus mailing address, but that is no good because it would take us to the main student union!”

“We don’t have time for bickering,” Dwalin interrupted before Thorin could respond. “We need to get moving and get away from the city center.

“Here,” Dwalin held a gun out to Fili.

Fili held up hands, shaking his head, “No. I don’t even know how—”

Dwalin did not drop the hand that held the heavy black metal and plastic object. “You hold it with one hand, steady it with the other, keep both eyes open when you aim, squeeze—don’t pull—the trigger.”

Fili shook his head again.

“Take it or you’re staying with your mother,” Thorin snapped. His eyes were scanning the trees and buildings of the campus looking for any signs of Biters or of students or faculty.

Fili took a deep breath and took the gun. It was heavier than he expected. Following Dwalin and Thorin he was overly aware of the gun’s weight in his hand, it kept pulling his attention when he needed to be focusing on far more important things.

“Are you sure it was them?”

“Ori,” Kili said, stuffing another item into his backpack. “We practically grew up in the van. I would recognize it anywhere.”

Kili slung a duffle bag over his shoulder and then shrugged on his backpack. “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing his keys from the dresser even though it was likely that he would never use that brass colored key to open the door to his dorm ever again. “I saw them turn left towards the sporting fields.”

Ori shut the door behind them with a click.

—

Dwalin flung an arm out, stopping Fili in his tracks. He had been distracted by the unfamiliar weight of the weapon in his hand.

“Biters.”

Thorin’s gun made a small sound when he turned the safety off.

“Where,” Fili wanted to ask. But silence was one of their best protections. He scanned the trees that were just starting to turn green and the red brick buildings hoping to spot them.

“Kili,” he breathed.

“Fuck,” Dwalin swore at the same time.

“What is he doing?”

And then Fili saw the Biters, not fifty yards from Fili and Ori.

Kili grinned when he spotted them and started waving his arms.

Thorin made a harsh arm motion, trying to get Kili to stop.

But it was too late. The Biters had seen them.

“Goddammit,” Dwalin bit out. And he started to run, sprinting across the open green to close the distance between them, Kili and Ori, and the Biters. He squeezed off a few shots while running, but none of them hit their mark. But the noise did draw the Biters' attention away from Kili and Ori who had both frozen in place when they saw the Biters.

There were at least seven Biters.

Dwalin ducked behind the low wall surrounding a decorative fountain. Thorin and Fili followed suit.

“Get over here!” Thorin roared.

Kili and Ori started running. Their bags bounced heavily on their backs. Ori was falling behind until Kili slowed and took a bag from him.

Fili wanted to shout at him, to curse, “Just get over here,” he gritted under his breath. His fingers were cramping where they were wrapped around the now warm metal of the gun. “Come on, Kili.”

Thorin and Dwalin fired off a few more rounds, but this time it did not draw all of the Biters’ focus. Two of them had broken away from the group and were going to cut Kili and Ori off before they reached the fountain.

And then Kili fell.

Fili leapt over the wall before he could even consider the possible consequences.

He could smell the Biters. He could see their red rimmed eyes. Their ragged breathing was loud, whistling.

He was not going to make it to Kili in time.

Fili stopped. Planted his feet shoulders width apart. Ori brushed past him at a run. Raised both of his arms, his left hand cradling the butt of the gun and steadying his right hand. Kili was pushing himself to his feet, eyes fixed on the Biters who were quickly closing the distance. Fili leveled his gaze, both eyes open, the sight was centered on the Biter closest to Kili.

A breathe.

And a squeeze.

Fili did not think about the things he thought he would think if he had to kill a Biter. He always thought he would think about who they had been, who they could be again if the disease could be reversed. His mind was blank. Then he fixed the sight on the second Biter. Another squeeze. And another bloody hole in a human body that stopped moving for the last time.

Fili seized Kili’s hand and together they ran for the shelter of the wall and the protection of the group.

“Are you okay?” Fili asked as soon as they were seated behind the wall, chests heaving with exertion and relief.

Kili nodded. “I think so.”

“What were you thinking? We were coming to get you?”

“I was going crazy looking at the walls of that room.”

“Impatient,” Fili shook his head. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“I didn’t know if I’d see you again,” Kili admitted quietly. Fili could barely hear him over the sound of a few more gunshots from Thorin and Dwalin.

“And now you’re going to see me so much that you’re going to get sick of me,” Fili teased. “The van and that trailer are really cramped, and with two more people…”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sick of you.”

“Good.”

Kili leaned his head on Fili’s shoulder. And for a moment of silence, things felt like they were all right.

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keeper-of-all-the-random-things · 6 months

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12. HEART AND HUNTER

Whumptober | Alt. 8 Hunting | No. 20 You will regret touching them | No. 22 Watch Out

In which Sam has another bad day.

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The plan went to hell before it even started.

That night, after Thomas delivered his message, Sam woke to the sound of shattering glass. He had the wherewithal to put on his shoes before finding Thomas in the moonlit living room. Thomas gestured silently, and they crept through the dark house away from the intruders. Out the side door, into the trees.

Thomas was quiet and surefooted as he led them on.

Sam ran on adrenaline. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this pace for long. One day was not enough time to recover from Agency training.

He tried to keep up, and Thomas checked back with him, but it was no use. Sam fell, and Thomas was gone, swallowed by the dark.

Sam didn’t dare call out. He debated whether to go after Thomas or to hide. It turned out he had no choice.

A thick arm grabbed him around his waist, a meaty hand cutting off his startled cry.

It was too much like the first time. Sam wouldn’t let them get him as easily now. He bit and scratched and kicked at his captor, which was about as useful as kicking cement.

His captor chuckled. “Hey, hey! I got a wiggly one. Ha!”

Of course it was Wallace. Sam deflated. He couldn’t overpower Wall, even on a good day.

Wall half dragged, half carried Sam back towards the house where a few agents stood in a ring on the front lawn. Stedman was noticeably missing.

Ellison greeted them with the painfully familiar handcuffs. She grinned at Wall. “Nice catch! Don’t worry, Morissette. We didn’t forget the blindfold.” She winked. “We want to make sure you don’t miss the fun stuff. And speak of the devil!”

As if on cue, a pair of agents arrived out of the trees. Thomas thrashed and cursed between them, though he’d been restrained before they joined the group. Once in the circle, they pushed him to his knees.

Thomas glared at anyone who passed his sight.

“Great!” Ellison clapped her hands. “Everyone’s together. Let’s get going.”

They dispersed, separating Sam and Thomas into different vehicles.

…..

Sam was back in that stupid metal chair. He was practically free, though, compared to Thomas who had been restrained almost comically in tape and metal to another chair across from Sam.

“This could have gone better,” Sam said.

“You don’t say.”

“What now?”

“We have to find Nora.” Thomas pinched his lips to a thin line, hands clenching and unclenching against the chair arms.

“Don’t strain yourself, Tommy.” Stedman shut the door softly and placed herself between Sam and Thomas. “It never needed to be this hard.”

“As long as we did exactly what you wanted,” Thomas said bitterly.

Stedman shook her head. “I tried to find someone else. But no one was as good as you. No one can replace you, Tommy.”

“Maybe rethink your methods?” Sam suggested.

“Don’t call me Tommy,” Thomas said at the same time.

“I’ll give you another chance, Tommy,” Stedman said, ignoring them both. She produced a folding knife from her pants pocket and began cutting Thomas free.

Thomas watched her warily as she moved behind Sam.

Sam could feel Stedman hovering over him, his pulse racing with her out of his sight.

“Here’s the deal,” Stedman said. “I have some, let’s say, loose ends for you to take care of.”

“No,” Thomas said immediately. He stood.

Stedman tsked. “You will, or your new friend will have a very bad time.”

Sam gasped as Stedman yanked his head back, the tip of her knife grazing his throat.

“He’s not my friend,” Thomas said impassively.

Stedman pressed the blade deeper into Sam’s skin. “Watch out, Tommy. That attitude could be his end.”

Thomas lurched forward a step.

Sam gripped the chair arms until his knuckles turned white. He tried to catch Thomas’s eye, to guess what he was planning, but Thomas only looked at Stedman.

“You won’t do it,” Thomas said. “You wouldn’t get your hands dirty. Otherwise, you wouldn’t need me.” He came another step closer.

Stedman tightened her grip and said nothing.

“Thomas,” Sam breathed. He shivered as the knife broke skin. Blood dripped hot down his throat.

Thomas didn’t break eye contact with Stedman.

“You’ll regret that,” he said, low and dangerous.

“Life’s too short for regret,” Stedman replied.

Thomas quirked a cold smile. “Just long enough.” Another step.

Stedman released her hold on Sam. He took a shuddered breath in short lived relief.

“I’m doing this for you,” Stedman said to Thomas. “When you have an answer, you know where to find me.”

“The answer is no,” Thomas said.

“Think harder.”

Sam’s vision shattered as Stedman stabbed her knife into his side.

“Looks like you’ll have one more death on your hands, Tommy.” Stedman pulled the knife out and ran.

Sam watched Thomas hesitate, gaze flipping between Sam and the open door after Stedman. Between ragged breaths, he managed to bite out, “Go get her.”

Thomas was still undecided when Sam passed out.

#whumptober 2023 #alt 8 #hunting #no. 20 #you will regret touching them #no. 22 #watch out #writing #OC #break in #manhandling #handgag #handcuffs #forced to kneel #tied to a chair #knife to throat #blood #stabbing #lady whumper

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#sye's babbles #either the person has the most unbearably basic taste i have ever seen in my life #they list like 8 different unbearably edgy alt bands that i don't care about #or the only things they listen to are like mitski and hozier and force you to answer 'pick an obnoxiously long lyric from a song' question #and if you don't want to select literally any of the boring ass bands or artists they've suggested the option to skip is always #'my music taste is trash'#bitch. Bitch. do you think i have sifted through the detritus of the vocaloid community for YEARS #combing through songs with less than 10k views on nicovideo #hunting for any diamonds in the rough i could find #and say that simply because i do not listen to like nirvana or MCR or some shit that means my taste is TRASH???#bitch i could hit you with a vocaloid song that could knock your heart straight out of your ribcage with surgical precision.#i have Hunted for the best and brightest of the vocalsynth community for YEARS #'if you dont listen to these boring ass bands your music taste is trash haha'#fuck you. if you wanted to stand out maybe put some fucking KMFDM or PIG or skinny puppy lyrics in your goddamn quiz #instead of yet another goddamn hozier lyrics quote question that every single pretentious uquiz user has forced onto their audience #STOP SHITTING ON PEOPLE'S TASTE. IF YOU CAN'T STOP YOURSELF FROM SHITTING ON PEOPLE JUST REMOVE THE MUSIC QUESTIONS ENTIRELY. GOD #YOU'RE NOT SOME FUCKING MESSIAH OF GOOD TASTE BECAUSE YOU LIKE CERTAIN BANDS. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 9 months

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Behold, a bracket!

Text form below the cut because trying to copy all the 256 into the alt text sounded.... horrifying. Warning for 128 matchups, seriously, this list is long, and so I've avoided adding the artists until the polls.

a note: the pinned post has started misbehaving, so only open polls will be directly linked. closed polls instead have the results page linked in the set header, all the polls are linked from there

Set 1

The Lament for Icarus (Miao He) vs The Lament for Icarus (Herbert Draper)

The angel came to me in a fever hallucination, perched upon my bed as I returned from the bathroom. vs Sweet Brown Snail

Figures vs A Philosopher Lecturing on the Orrery

Happy Shoppers vs Hubble Deep Field

Lovers Painting vs Bath Curtain

Dr. Helen Taussig vs Une Martyre

Orangoutang étranglant un sauvage de Bornéo (Orangutan strangling a Borneo savage) vs Can’t Help Myself

Rape vs Technicolor Hiroshima

Set 2

A Walk at Dusk vs Based on “Autoportrait with the Model” by Maria-Rayevska Ivanova

Diary Page vs Les Jours Gigantesques (The Titanic Days)

Dead of Night vs You Won't

Christina's World vs Bobby

Untitled (I’m Turning Into A Specter Before Your Very Eyes And I’m Going To Haunt You) vs Two Sisters (On the Terrace)

Sharecropper vs Lustmord

The Parca and the Angel of Death vs Untitled (Zdzisław Beksiński)

Stress vs The Fallen Angel

Set 3

Device to Root Out Evil vs Travelling Light

Diana vs Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All before It

The Plains, from Memory vs Exotic Bodies

Doubting Thomas vs Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror

Empty Nest vs Somebody Fell From Aloft

Anguish vs If I Died

Cat in Obsolete Bath vs You're Not Boring Anymore

Salvator Mundi (Savior of the World) vs Untitled (billboard of an empty unmade bed)

Set 4

There Will Be No Miracles Here vs Symphony of the Sixth Blast Furnace

Fox Hunt vs Tarpaulin

Khajuraho Group of Monuments vs Ranakpur Jain Temple

ปราสาทสัจธรรม (The Sanctuary of Truth) vs Grande Panorama de Lisboa

Heroic Head of Pierre de Wissant, One of the Burghers of Calais vs The Weather

The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit vs If this is art

Statue of Vincent and Theo van Gogh vs Jeanne d’Arc écoutant les voix (Joan of Arc listening to the Voices)

Fountain vs Judith Slaying Holofernes

Set 5

Cueva de las Manos (Cave of Hands) vs Cave of El Castillo

Chauvet Cave Bear vs Uffington White Horse

Laocoön and His Sons vs Winged Victory of Samothrace

Crouching Aphrodite vs Statue of Taweret

Guardian Figure vs Kūya-Shonin (Saint Kuya)

Ancient Greek doll vs Arena #7 (Bears)

Enbu (炎舞) (Dancing in the Flames) vs Yearning Shadows

Belfast to Byzantium vs Freedom

Set 6

The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayan vs Portraits

The Blood Mirror vs Nighthawks

Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate vs "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)

Lady Agnew of Lochnaw vs Forgotten Dreams

Saint Bride vs Pixeles (a group of 9 works)

War Pieta vs The Sunset

The Handmaidens of Sivawara Preparing the Sacred Bull at Tanjore for a Festival vs Ajax and Cassandra

Nāve (Death) vs Abstraction

Set 7

Yes vs Meeting on the Turret Stair

Hacked to Death II vs Stańczyk

Closeness Lines Over Time vs Voice of Fire

The Maple Trees at Mama, the Tekona Shrine and Tsugihashi Bridge vs Portrait of Sir Thomas More

Survival Series: In a Dream You Saw a Way vs Takiyasha the Witch and the Skeleton Spectre

Death blowing bubbles vs The Kitchen Table Series

Painting 1946 vs In the Grip of Winter

Untitled (Black and Gray) vs NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt

Set 8

Blue Plate Special vs Red Cedar

Palace of Fine Arts vs Mosque–Cathedral of Córdoba

Le Château des Pyrénées (The Castle of the Pyrenees) vs Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray

Moby Dick vs Viva la Vida, Watermelons

Venus Envy Chapter One (Of the First Holy Communion Moments Before the End) vs how to look at art

St. Sebastian vs Untitled #12

Carroña vs The invincible one

Untitled (Two Dogs) vs The Dog

SECOND HALF

Set 9

David (Donatello) vs David (Michelangelo)

The Other Side vs The Temptation of St. Jerome

Seated Woman with Bent Knees vs Starry Night

Headdress - Shadae vs Untitled for the Image Flow's Queer Conscience exhibit

Woman with Dead Child (Frau mit totem Kind) vs Les Amants (The Lovers)

Siroče na majčinom grobu (Orphan on Mother's Grave) vs You Make My World a Better Place to Find

Fighting Against SARS Memorial Architectural Scene (弘揚抗疫精神建築景觀) vs Fallingwater

Resting vs The Hull

Set 10

Olive Trees vs Worship

Glow vs Wheatfield with Crows

Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X vs Untitled (He Plays Very Badly)

D.I.Y. by John Wiswell vs The Tragedy

Judith and the Head of Holofernes vs Beethovenfries (Beethoven Frieze)

The Memory of Me (How Could I Forget) vs oh god i had a really big epiphany about love and personhood but i’m too drunk for words

I am happy because everyone loves me vs 瀕危形態 (Endangered Forms)

Three Scaffolders vs Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan

Set 11

San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk vs Water-Lilies, Reflection of a Weeping Willow

The Grief of the Pasha vs Monolith in Vigeland Sculpture Park

Passion vs Space Diner

Hamlet and Ophelia vs Two Earthlings

Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth vs Seer Bonnets

Photograph from "SNAP OSAKA" Collection vs Clytemnestra after the Murder

“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) vs The Lovers (TIE)

Kedai Ubat Jenun vs Orange Store Front

Set 12

The Apotheosis of War vs Portrait of the Dancer Aleksandr Sakharov

Julie Manet vs Mouth

The Icebergs vs Kaleidoscope Cats III

Maman vs Caza Nocturna (Night Hunt)

The Book of Kells Folio 188r: Luke carpet page vs Ardagh Chalice

Yusuf and Zulaikha vs Dome of the Rock mosaics

Rowan Leaves and Hole vs Untitled (prisonhannibal)

Le Désespéré (The Desperate Man) vs The Dedication

Set 13

Deimos vs Dog and Bridge

The Mocking of Christ vs Prudence

The Broken Column vs Siberian Ice Maiden shoulder tattoo

Transi de René de Chalon (Cadaver Tomb of René of Chalon) vs Head of Christ

The Day vs Spirit of Haida Gwaii

Eleanor Boathouse at Park 571 vs Jatiya Sangsad Bhaban জাতীয় সংসদ ভবন (National Parliament House)

Juventud de Baco (Bacchus Youth) vs Barges on the Seine

Oath of the Horattii closeup vs Visit hos Excentrisk Dam (Visit to an eccentric lady)

Set 14

Christ Crucified (With Donor) vs St. Francis

Thunder Raining Poison vs Piazza d'Italia

The Grove vs Among the Waves

Pintura Mural de Alarcón vs Sagrada Família stained-glass windows

Noonday Heat vs La Dame à la licorne (The Lady and The Unicorn)

Matroser i Gröna Lund (Sailors in Gröna Lund) vs Gielda Plakatu

Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks vs The Garden of Earthly Delights

Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death) vs Haavoittunut enkeli (The Wounded Angel)

Set 15

i've wasted a lifetime pretending to be me vs da oracle

minus #37 vs Panel from Fun Home

Excerpt from illustrated edition of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner vs La Mort de Marat (The Death of Marat)

The Veil vs Düsseldorf 4 (Museum Kunst Palast)

Capriccio vs Zodiac calendar for La Plume

The official imperial portrait of empress dowager Cixi vs José y Maria

Blooming Lilacs vs Lágrimas De Sangre (Tears of Blood)

An Interlude vs Boy Staring at an Apparition

Set 16

Mermer Waiskeder: Stories of the Moving Tide vs The Gran Hotel Ciudad de México Art Nouveau interior

Unfinished Painting vs To Arms!

Memorial to a Marriage vs The Island

Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn vs A Few Small Nips

Saturn Devouring His Son vs Guernica

Fairy Princesses vs Lamentation over the Dead Christ

Mummy with An Inserted Panel Portrait of a Youth vs Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party

Agnus vs The Cup Of His Murders Is Flowing Over And In His Coat Shall Be Many Curses

#art that fucks you up tournament #announcement #links are in the read more!

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ST Fics Masterpost Updated 3/23/24

Walking in On Your Parents ONESHOT

Turkey Day ONESHOT

Supernatural Steddie Part 1 AO3 alt (has more parts)

Steve Disappears in the Upside Down: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 COMPLETED

Wingman Nancy: Original Post Pilot post Part 1 Official Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Steve being jealous of a guitar spicy extra COMPLETED

Older kids and walkie-talkies ONESHOT

Welcome to Hawkins: Primer Main Body (AO3)

Newly Wed Game: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 COMPLETED

Dustin’s Nature Doc Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (COMPLETED)

Soul Eater ficlet ONESHOT

Steve plays Dnd in secret ONESHOT

Incubus!Steve x Vampire!Eddie ONESHOT

Argyle Babysits ONESHOT

Eddie and his Puppybats Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (COMPLETED)

Ronance Working together Part 1 ONESHOT

Demon!Steve smut ONESHOT Extra

Steve thinks their son takes after Eddie ONESHOT

Steddie vampires ONESHOT

Vampire!Eddie wants Steve ONESHOT

Rock and Rule AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Eddie being jealous of himself ONESHOT

Steve being the grim reaper of sex ONESHOT

Tommy watches Part 1 Part 2 COMPLETED

Eddie being alive ONESHOT

Steve seducing Kas!Eddie ONESHOT

Night at the Museum AU ONESHOT

Thumbelina AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Eddie and Kas body sharing Part 1 Part 2 Part 3A Fluffy Part 3B Smutty Part 4 Part 5 COMPLETED

Wayne shows the baby photos ONESHOT

X-men au scene

King Eddie and Prince Steve Part A Part B Part C Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Reverse Little Mermaid Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Cindereddie Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Steve falling for Eddie's goofiness ONESHOT

Steddathan Fake Dating (Steve/Eddie/Jonathan) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 COMPLETED

Eddie drinking Steve’s blood ONESHOT

Steddie goes to Action Park ONESHOT

Short abo scene

5 times Eddie singled out Steve at a concert ONESHOT

The Bright Side (sitcom au) E01 E02 E03 E04 E05 E06 AO3 alt E07 E08

Steddie singing when they part ways ONESHOT

Mafia short scenes Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve and Eddie break out into song while giving Lucas advice

Steve seduces Eddie to catch some zzzs

Time loop scene

2 Eddies, 1 Steve ONESHOT

Noir detective Eddie on the case of who cut Steve’s hair ONESHOT

Stobin working as burger joint carhops ONESHOT

Steve being an offering to the village god ONESHOT Extra

Steve sacrificed in a cult Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Eddie’s search for the treasure between Steve’s legs ONESHOT

Steddie dimension hopping Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Dialogue Prompts Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5A Prompt 5B Prompt 6

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human Version A ONESHOT

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human Version B Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 COMPLETED

Eddie steals a diamond for Steve ONESHOT

Infinity Train AU Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3

Barbarella!Steve Part 1 AO3 Steddie chapter

Steve’s Doppelgangers Part 1 AO3

Eddie gets his tonsils removed ONESHOT

Steve’s parents play matchmaker Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 COMPLETED

Wrong Number au Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 COMPLETED

Random word blurb

Fruity Four Sense8 ficlet

Ask Meme Prompts Prompt 1 Pining co-workers ficlet Tattoo shop ficlet Artist!Steve Eddie gives some milk Mermaid/Pirate Baby Ollie Loneliness Steve sets up a scavenger hunt Fantasy outcast sanctuary Grimm/ST crossover Steve had a puppy Bad barista Wayne makes the vest Frat Boy Steve Kiss Prompt

Passenger princess Steve ficlet

Stargyle ficlet

Pregnancy fluff a/b/o

Every Baby Needs a Daddy (sugar baby au) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Pre S4 Rivals (Gift Fic) ONESHOT

Steddie parents think their kid might be fighting monsters ONESHOT

Forest Guardian WIP

Steddie Bingo 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 -

Hot for Teacher(s) AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Trans Eddie smut

Steve goes on a trip and Eddie misses him

#personal #apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie

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lumidotexe · 1 year

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The masterpost for Even Rainfall Has Shadows, a Lego Monkie Kid Fan comic. STORY SUMMARY: Sent on a mission by her brother to hunt down the infamous Monkey King, tigress demon Hu Ru Daxian bands together with the Six-Eared Macaque and a celestial crane named An Hè in hopes of bringing him down once and for all.

This story is recommended for ages 15+. It will contain some language, death, violence (no gore), depictions of slavery, mild suggestiveness, and abuse. I will put trigger warnings before the pages. It is an oc x canon story as well so dont read it if thats not ur cup of tea 👍

Even Rainfall has Shadows

CHAPTER 1 - When the Mountain Threatens CHAPTER 2 - To Trap a Soul CHAPTER 3 - From the City CHAPTER 4 - Hopelessness CHAPTER 5 - Plays CHAPTER 6 - An Act CHAPTER 7 - To Facade CHAPTER 8 - The Guilt that Feeds CHAPTER 9 - Her Doubts CHAPTER 10 - The Butterflies CHAPTER 11 - In the Flood (panneling)

Extras

Official Discord Server (reccomended for ages 15+) ERHS Merch Store! Q&A for the ERHS cast Author FAQ Meet the Artist Open Commissions Kofi (for early acess WIPS/pages!) Patreon (for early acess WIPS/pages!) 4K/HD Page Download Drive (still updating) Wallpaper Stills (still updating) An He's Song

Animations

Not Thinking Straight | MacaRu LMK Animation Macaque and Ru flirting Animation ERHS Fanmade Animation Animating Ru into LMK Scene

Other Art

Anime-Mac Style Comic If ERHS met Kung Fu Panda MacaRu cuddling eachother as plushies Consent Minicomic Streetwear Ru Design Mac feeling Ru kiss his clones Consent is Hot Minicomic Ru in a Macaque sweater MacaRu at the Beach Mac n Ru Post-training Flirting 101 Mac x Ru Fanfic If Ru was Mac's stunt trainer Road to El Dorado AU

Playlists

Ru Daxian Playlist An He Playlist Macaque x Ru playlist MacaRu Alt Playlist (by @runningwithscizzorz) If ERHS had a movie soundtrack An He Villain AU Playlist

References

Hu Ru Daxian An Hé

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #six eared macaque #hu ru daxian #ru daxian #lego monkie kid fanart #macaque #lmk art #lmk fanart #lmk macaque #lmk oc #lmk oc art #macaque fanart #monkie kid sona #macaru #shadow dumpling #evenrainfallhasshadows #ERHS

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Shibuya Swap Wednesday #8. The fic is currently 14 chapters and 78k and far from over. Turns out that when I sprinkle in bits of self-indulgent plot in Part 1, I'll have to follow through in Part 3.

Yay.

This is entirely SFW, somehow—canon!Yuuji meeting Chōsō after alt!Yuuji sorted out the whole brother business. Gojou's there to, uh, supervise.

“I’d like to have some time alone with my brother.”

“And I’d like your shared parent’s head on a platter, but only one of those is gonna happen.”

“You intend to hunt down Kamo Noritōshi.”

“Well, he’s going by another name right now. You’re familiar with it.” There’s an edge to Gojou’s voice that makes Yuuji crane his head to look at him. But Gojou’s staring right at Chōsō, his eyes gleaming behind the shades. “But not for long. Yuuji—the one from Shibuya, not my cute little student—said you have an ability to sense family via a blood connection. Can you track that parasite using it?”

Chōsō blinks, looking nonplussed. “It…doesn’t work that way. And I can only sense my siblings, not our parent.”

Yuuji can feel Gojou shrug, their bodies close enough for it.

“Worth a shot, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll find them myself,” he says, and two heavy hands come to rest on Yuuji’s shoulders. “Meanwhile, we need to figure out what to do about you. I wanted to see your reaction to Yuuji—”

“I feel like a lab rat, sensei.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Chōsō here is the lab rat,” Gojou replies without missing a beat. “You’re not violent. Or you’re one hell of an actor. Either way, it’s not enough. You know why, don’t you?”

Chōsō nods very slowly. “I understand.”

Yuuji looks between the two of them, but Chōsō’s somber expression is as unhelpful as Gojou’s bland smile.

“Sensei?” Yuuji prods. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I want to tell you many things, Yuuji,” comes the unhelpful answer. “But I’m not sure now’s the right time. What do you think, Yuuji’s new big bro?”

Chōsō looks a little like he’d like to strangle Gojou. But under and over that, there’s an emotion Yuuji’s all too familiar with—guilt.

“I killed people,” he says, “at Shibuya. There’s good reason your teacher doesn’t trust you with me.”

“Honest to a fault, huh,” Gojou mutters.

Yuuji doesn’t say anything. He’s not very surprised. Gojou didn’t tell him details of how Yuuji’s other self rescued him, but he did say they Chōsō was among the people who trapped him. And Yuuji saw the state of the station. He could make an educated guess or two about what was in store for the civilians there.

It doesn’t make it better. It doesn’t make it right.

“You’re angry,” Chōsō says without surprise.

“Yuuji,” Gojou says, squeezing Yuuji’s shoulder, “is a very good boy.”

“Sensei,” Yuuji sighs. “Of course I’m angry. Innocent people didn’t deserve to die because the lot of you wanted Gojou-sensei out of the way.”

“No,” comes Chōsō’s quiet agreement. “They did not.”

“But—” Yuuji pulls his hand out from under Chōsō’s and steps away from Gojou too, putting some distance between himself and both men. “But your brothers didn’t deserve to die either. It was us or them, and I chose us. I don’t regret it, but that doesn’t make it right. I’m angry about what you did, but you should be pissed at me too.”

Chōsō’s expression does something that Yuuji can’t even begin to parse. Gojou looks an odd cross between amused and exasperated.

“Sometimes, Yuuji,” Gojou tells him, “you’re too noble for your own good.”

“I’m really not—”

“Thank you, Yuuji,” Chōsō cuts in, his voice quiet but choked; his eyes are suspiciously shiny. “But I meant what I said. Esō and Kechizu would never have fought you if they’d known the truth. You didn’t know either. They’d forgive you. It’s what brothers do.”

Yuuji shifts in place, with no idea how to respond to that. The sincerity in Chōsō’s voice threatens to choke him too.

Gojou has no such issues: “You know, I’ve never been unhappy I’m an only child, but I feel especially glad right now.”

“Sensei, don’t be mean,” Yuuji chides. “Please ignore him, Chōsō-san.”

“Don’t call me that,” Chōsō says, eyes all wide again. “Just Chōsō is fine. Or you could call me big bro—”

“Nope,” Gojou says.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Gojou Satoru.”

Gojou’s grin widens dangerously.

Yuuji closes the scant distance he put between himself and the other two, slotting himself between Gojou and the couch, directly in front of Chōsō.

“Chōsō,” Yuuji says firmly. “Sensei. Behave.”

“Scary,” Gojou whispers dramatically, leaning against Yuuji’s back. “Well, you two seem like you’ll get along fine. Very compatible crazy. But for now, you need to go back to sleep, Chōsō.”

“Huh, why?” Yuuji asks, looking up at Gojou and nearly slamming his head into his jaw; Gojou smoothly avoids the collision, resting his chin on Yuuji’s head instead.

Chōsō’s eyes have narrowed, as severe as the set of his mouth. “I’d also like to know why.”

“I don’t trust you,” Gojou says plainly. “I’m willing to tolerate you for Yuuji’s sake, but at present, we can’t let a special-grade curse—or a grade-one sorcerer, if that’s the path you want to choose—run around unchecked. We don’t have the manpower to safely contain you either, not until the mess you and your friends made is all cleaned up. Sleep or die, those are your choices.” There’s a pregnant pause and then— “Sorry about this, Yuuji.”

“I…don’t think I’m the one you should be saying that to, sensei.”

“That so?” Gojou asks, his voice dangerously mild. “So, what do you say, Yuuji’s brand-new brother?”

Chōsō’s expression is blank, in a severe kind of way. The shadows under his eyes seem darker, and the eyes themselves are pools of near-black, fixed unwaveringly on Yuuji.

He says, “I won’t ever hurt you.”

Yuuji blinks. “Thanks? I wasn’t worried though?”

“Unfortunately,” Gojou says, “your brother complex isn’t enough of a guarantee right now. Don’t worry. Once I’m back, you’ll have a very generous chance to be on your best behavior.”

“What happens to Yuuji in the meantime?”

“Nothing.” One of Gojou’s arms slides around Yuuji’s middle, just as his chin is lifted from Yuuji’s head, and then he’s being tucked against Gojou, snug and secure. All of Yuuji grows pleasantly hot. “Only a few others know about Yuuji’s connection to you and the parasite, and all of them are more invested in Yuuji’s safety than the rules. He’ll be fine, and as long as you behave, there won’t even be any complications.”

“I don’t think you need to keep threatening him, sensei,” Yuuji ventures. “I mean, you made your point.”

There’s a deep sigh, Gojou’s chest moving against Yuuji’s back. It feels so big like this. Gojou feels so big, like he could swallow up the world.

Yuuji tries not to think of this morning, of being tangled up in warmth and safety, of being touched—

“You have no flair for the dramatics Yuuji,” Gojou says mournfully. “The least you can do is appreciate mine.”

Yuuji pats the arm wrapped around him. “I do appreciate you.”

“You trust him.” Chōsō’s voice is very quiet, but it cuts through the air.

And it’s not a question, but Yuuji still says, “With my life.”

Gojou’s arm tightens.

“I see,” Chōsō says with a gravity that makes Yuuji’s spine snap straight; Gojou moves with him, accommodating the motion. “Then I choose to sleep, for now, Gojou Satoru.”

“Wise,” Gojou says softly. “Lie down then. This won’t hurt.”

Chōsō’s expression darkens like he doesn’t really believe that.

“It doesn’t,” Yuuji chimes in. “Promise. It really just feels like going to sleep.”

Chōsō’s eyes flit to him and stay, and Yuuji can see Chōsō soften all over. It’s a bit disconcerting. There’s so much there that Yuuji doesn’t even understand. He’s an only child.

He still feels like one. He can’t much imagine that changing despite Chōsō’s existence.

“I’m not worried about pain,” Chōsō says very gently. “But thank you, Yuuji. Please be safe.”

“Sure. I’ll, uh, do that.” He flashes Chōsō a thumbs up. “Good night?”

Gojou snorts and steps away from Yuuji, circling around the couch to kind of…loom at Chōsō.

To his credit, Chōsō doesn’t give anything away, though Yuuji can’t imagine he’s not unsettled. He can’t imagine ever being scared of Gojou, but he’s seen the way his teacher gets sometimes, the way his smile twists under radioactive eyes. He’s seen curses flinch from it.

Chōsō doesn’t flinch. He calmly lies down on the couch, crossing his arms over his stomach. Throughout it all, his gaze stays on Yuuji, flickering away only when two of Gojou’s fingers are inches away from his face.

“Night night,” Gojou chirps, tapping Chōsō’s forehead.

Dark lashes flutter, eyes rolling back. A second later, Chōsō’s face is slack.

“That was fast,” Yuuji whispers.

“It’s more delicate than it looks,” Gojou says in a normal voice. “I was impressed the other Yuuji knew how to do it. I’ll teach you some day. You won’t misuse it, will you?”

Yuuji blinks over at Gojou. “Misuse it how?”

“How innocent,” Gojou practically purrs. “Don’t you know what boys like you would do to a pretty sleeping thing? Or do you want to be the pretty sleeping thing?”

#goyuu #choso kamo #jjk snippets #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: how the story changes #divider credit: saradika-graphics

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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Hey :)

Well, i'm developing a strong obsession so... If you can help me, that's great 😁 i love somnophilia, and i think that raider!Joel would be the perfect Joel for that. What do you think of that ? 😁

Agree 💯 I already wrote the next one though. Meanwhile, here are my existing fics . .

Somno Digest 💤

Master List LMK if you have trouble finding any of these. I tried to mark them 💤 lol.

Reader asleep

Sleeping Beauty - CNC one shot (night walks Joel alt. timeline)

What you're missing - one-shot, hunting trip when you have a bf at home (non-con).

Bail Run - Free Use. one shot

Night Walks 8, Menace - Thigh fucking.

Joel's camper (slasher!Joel)

Joel asleep

Silence can never be bought part 4 (3.1k) - Cargo

Canopy 2

Somno. . . Adjacent? (Near asleep or someone's pretending to sleep)

For Survival 2 - Joel thinks you're asleep for foreplay (you're pretending). one shot

Ezra two - Ezra thinks you're asleep.

Lincoln pt. 6

I love somnophilia, so we may see it with nearly every Joel at some point (in one direction or another lol).

#somnophilia #joel miller x reader #ask #joel miller smut

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askyuuandco · 9 months

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Twst Incorrect Quotes part 8

Ace: *about to say something smart*

OB! Dragon Malleus: *pissed that the rebellious group is winning* SHUT UP! *huffs and puffs* I'm going to kill the next person I f***ing see I swear to god-*gasp*

Yuu: Hello! Hi! I'm so happy to see you! :D

Rebellious Sleeper Group: WHHEEZZEE HAHAHAHAHA!!! >X'D

OB! Malleus: *sweating nervously and turns into humanoid form* hhheeeyyy omg OuO'///

Rebellious Sleeper Group: *dying of laughs more*

OB! Malleus: omg, what's going on? \(OuO'////)/

Yuu: Wow I'm so happy to see you *continues to be silly* X3

Silver & Sebek: *who hasn't laughed once* can you guys please take this seriously =-='///

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Yuu: *seeing Stitch for the first time in IRL* STITCCCCHHHH!!! :D

Also Yuu: *realizing that both Grim and Stitch are chaotic Gremlins* NOOOOO!!!! My vacationnnnnnn ;A;'/// *curls up into a ball* ;m;

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Ruggie: 1+1 *gives a drum beat*

Kalim: 2 *dancing*

Ruggie: 2+2

Kalim: 4! :D

Ruggie: 4+4

Kalim: 8

Ruggie: 8+8

Kalim: I don't know :D

Ruggie: YOU DON'T KNOW?! >W>'///

Kalim: Idk ;v;

Ruggie: weojagowaiegjaw You don't know?!

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Crewel: aren't you a little young to be a guidance councilor?

MC/Yuu (14-18): yes. Yes I am. :D

Crewel: well I'd say I'm very impressed ._.

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Crewel: Aren't you a little young to be a guidance councilor

Mc/Yuu (20+): No. No I am not U_U

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(this one is going to be long so....I apologize/not apologize Chapter 7 spoilers)

General Lilia: *see's a bubble* HEY!!! WHO BLEW THIS BUBBLE!!!? *pops it* YOU ALL KNOW THE RULES!!! >:(

Soldiers: All bubble blowing babies will be beaten senseless by every able bodied patren in the camp

General Lilia: THAT'S RIGHT! SO WHO BLEW IT!? D:<

MC/Yuu, Sebek, Silver, and Grim: (>m>'///) (<m<'////) *starts popping the bubbles around them*

General Lilia: OH! So NOBODY knows-

Soldier 1: maybe it was-

General Lilia: SHUT UP! *throws a chair* SOMEBODY IN HERE AIN'T A REAL MAN! D:<

MC/Yuu, Sebek, Silver, and Grim: *about to leave* OmO'///

General Lilia: YOU 4!!! WE'RE ON A BABY HUNT! AND DON'T THINK WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO WEED THEM OUT! NOW EVERYBODY LINE UP!!!

All: *does as told* ;-;'///

General Lilia: BAUL!!! TIME FOR THE TEST! >:D

Baul: *gives the thumbs up and plays the song*

General Lilia: No baby can resist sing along to this! >:)

MC/Yuu: *whispers* Silver...it's the heigh ho song!!! ;m;'///

Silver: *whispers back* I know ;-;'///

General Lilia: *walking around checking to see who it is* >:(

Soilder 2: *coughs*

General Lilia: IT WAS YOU! YOU'RE THE BABY!? D:<

Solider 2: NO I ONLY COUGHED I SWEAR!!!

General Lilia: *gives the I'm watching you face and leaves* Baul turn up the song louder!!! D:<

Solider 2: *quiet* phew

Silver: *whispers* don't sing a long guys ;-;

Sebek & Yuu: *whispers* We're trying ;m;'///

Grim: *whispers* trying so hard ;m;

General Lilia: *stops at the 4 kids and since menacingly* We dig up diamonds by the score, A thousand rubies, sometimes more, Though we don't know what we dig 'em for, We dig, dig, dig-a-dig, dig, Heigh-ho - >:D

4 Teen: GAAASSSPPP!!!! OAO'///

???: Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh ho, Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go! :D

All: <.<

General Lilia: Well well well >:D *goes over to the fake guards* Which one of you babies was it?!

Owl Guards in disguise: It was him! Um! He did!...I've never listed to Heigh-ho, It's home from work we go! *covers their mouth*

General Lilia: WELL LOOKS LIKE WE GOT OURSELVES A DOUBLE BABY! >:D

Soliders: *crack their knuckles and start beating the tar out of the two soldiers*

Grim: we should go...O-O'///

Yuu: yeaaaahhhh >m>'///

#twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #if you know you know then you know for the last quote #*cough* spongebob *cough*

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