#fuck you this isnt going in main tags

[certified-anakinfucker]

What if Mizposting, but also Dini’laposting? With cameos from @purgetrooperfox’s Fox and @keys-to-the-stars’ Serval. (I extended it a bit from what I originally wrote HEHE)

One day I’ll get yall some coherent NCIS au going.

Commander Fox was, well, a little overdue this time. It’d been a fast few months that’d gone by since the last time he came by NCIS. Someone mentioned they caught two sergeants dragging someone inside from their hoverpad. They must have their hands full again..

It didn’t stop his feet from dragging him away from the sliding door he’d nearly keyed open; away from his office, waving an “I’ll be back” and disappearing into the hall. Fox needed a break, that’s what everyone kept telling him. And it was his impeccable timing that pulled him to the front door of NCIS, just as someone opened it from the inside.

“Hey, Miz.” he breathed.

“Hey,” was the equally weary reply - but with a tinge of welcome surprise. “Were you coming over? What can I do for you?”

The Commander just .. shrugged. He came to visit, it seemed. Miz smiled and stepped to the side, hand ushering him in. “Are the Twins back in the house? One of my lieutenants said they saw them pulling in fresh meat.”

There was a scream, albeit faint. It reverberated from the air ducts. Miz hardly turned an eye to it. “Oh, yeah. One of our prime suspects was a tad slippery, so the Twins went out and tried their hand.. they were successful, as you can see.” And another scream, this one sounded like it was from a clone.

Fox tried not to grimace. “I’d almost hate to see what goes on..” The grimace he couldn’t hold back only got worse when Miz flashed a half smile. “What? What’s the smile for..? Who- please tell me Dini’la isn’t your interrogator around here!”

Yes, Clone Sergeant Dini’la. One of the rougher of Miz’s bunch, the most infamous of his aptly-named Anarchy batch. Dini’la does not care for safety if it gets in the way of his “hunt”; he tends to tunnelvision in the means of getting to the suspect that’s been hurting his family. He’s not known for mercy, either. Quite the opposite.

His higher batchmate Jare’la - while just as obstitute on what to do with a bad person - can usually be found holding him with a hand on his shoulder. Mm, Chaos and Foolishly Reckless. They earned their names tenfold and if it wasn’t for the fact that they somehow came out alive no matter what ..

Miz was mysteriously tight-lipped on where he found them, anyway.

Fox shook his head back to the present. With a snort - Miz lifted his hands in surrender. “Even worse, it’s actually Finch that supervises and organizes interrogations. Dini’la is just his protégé when he’s got nothing better to chew on..” as the younger’s voice trailed away, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Hn.

Yeah, that was even worse. Morbid curiosity got the better of him though; the image of their youngest batchmate as the lead interrogator was increasingly difficult to fathom, even if he knew where he’d gotten any of his tactics from. But the Lieutenant just nodded his head to the side room housing the stairs, something about heading down to the basement level. There were jail cells on the level higher but the basement .. housed the morgue. Sergeant Serval’s domain. Serval.. that guy.

Somehow.. Fox nearly asked why! But he wasn’t quick enough to stop himself. The answer? “Well.. this one’s been.. very difficult.” Parsed words. “But obviously does face a lot of guilt even if she tries to blow it off.” Miz was doing his best to explain within the parameters of not giving his batchmate an aneurysm on their differences in how to deal with natborns in trouble with technical law. “So Dini’la had the idea to bring her down to see her handiwork; she had a tendency to flee the scene early, y’know?”

The illustrious Coruscant Guard. Fearless, riot-busters and shocktroopers, deployed to depths untouched by “natural” light for hundreds of thousands of years. As their top boss, their figurehead, Fox has seen and heard it all. Yet the morgue here in his neighbor’s building never ceased to give him anything less than the severest of fucking willikers.

Lo and behold — the pinpad pinged green and the doors slid open. One quick glance showed that Serval had taken his leave to the small office adjoined to his morgue and left Dini’la to his own devices, while the suspect was laying on the autopsy table with her hands very uncomfortably cuffed under the small of her back.

There was a timepiece ticking somewhere, and a few words were exchanged between greetings for the two COs. Dini’la seemed excited to have Miz pop in, moving away from the wall to throw himself into waiting arms in a hug that would engulf him. Serval popped his head out of the office momentarily, flashing a smile and then disappearing again. He could see them through his little window, though.

The suspect, apparently disgusted at the show of people-having-it-better-than-the-murderer, took her chances of opening her mouth and saying something. Fox thinks the timepiece broke, because it was silent now.

He couldn’t quite catch what she said. Fox hoped he didn’t understand that pass thrown at Dini’la, who was firmly wrapped in Miz’s arms one second and had then blinked his way to the table. He loomed over her. No more smiles, no more giggles and asking how the fresh air felt.

Fox sorely wishes he didn’t hear what was next.

“Funny,” the Sergeant chirped in a sickeningly upbeat tone, “but not funny ha ha. Funny..”

Now his voice dropped, and he got very close to her ear. His hands white-knuckled the durasteel table but did not touch the natborn.

“Funny, if you ever do that again, I will peel you like a fucking Aurilian fruit. Fucker.”

Serval, once again in the doorway, only sipped at his caf as he nodded along sagely.

Fox visibly paled.

Miz blinked, then shrugged.

Fox looked back at Miz. Clearly mortified.

“What, do you have any better suggestions?” Miz chimed. Now Fox looked beyond exasperated, gesturing between the suspect that had started to shake worse than a rusted speederbike in the free lanes and Dini’la who was now snarling something else under his breath.

Did he have any better suggestions? “No, but - you can’t just - Miz!”

“Let it be, ori’vod. Trust me.. you don’t want to hear the stories.”

Serval piped in, “Seeing the aftermath is more than enough to believe.”

Miz and Serval “toasted” each other on that one.

#cheeri’s ocs #cheeri writes #not cheeri’s ocs #clone lieutenant miz #clone commander fox (leo) #fuck you this isnt going in main tags #i dont trust any of yall wtf #clone sergeant serval (sar) #clone sergeant dini’la #drojov and briller and emphasis are on timeout #aka theyre not allowed to be around dini rn #matchmaker needs to be in jail. under the jail.

[the-kipsabian]

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[sluckythewizard]

Keep calm, and drink soda

[CW for blood and gore and vomit] takes place a day or two after emizel was sired. just two boys adjusting to a shift in their daily norms. would YOU drink your homies blood? still not used to writing fanfic so any and all advice IS appreciated. i hope u enjoy.

There were very few things that Soda enjoyed more than well, drinking soda. It was a hobby, an interest, a comfort. And by extension there were very few errands that Soda would look forward to more than the occasional soda run.

The gas station closest to the Demons hideout had stopped selling Faygo entirely about a month or two ago, and it was near impossible to find it anywhere else. The closest place was now this janky little Shell gas station, lovingly titled the Shady Shell, that thankfully sold more flavors than any of the other ones ever did.

It made the hour and a half walk here entirely worth it. Even if this side of town made his skin crawl. Normally he would ask someone to accompany him on this daring little quest, but everyone at the hide out tonight just seemed too tired, too preoccupied, too uninterested.

He knew not everyone really got the soda thing, but they were accepting of it for the most part. Soda is something that, clearly, Soda really loves, but he knew not everyone else was into it.

Which was fine, of course. They didn't need to get it. But, still, sometimes Soda found himself wondering how much of it was a bit, and how much was him.

Emizel gets it perfectly though. He would've been the first person Soda would ask to go on this soda run with him, but, well. He's been preoccupied too, with the whole vampire thing.

It's been a bit more than a day since Soda had last seen his close comrade. For a friend that he saw just about everyday, going without him this long left him feeling a little emptier.

That was fine, though. Emizel had shit he was working out, he had things he needed to do. It's not like he could go out in the day anymore, so of course Soda wouldn't be seeing him at all the usual times.

It was a lot of weird and heavy magical stuff, it made Soda think about those superhero shows. Where the hero needs to keep his identity hidden from everyone. Family especially. He knows how much of a piece of shit Emizels dad is, so he hoped that Emizels home life wasn't stirred up all stupid-like over this.

He hasn't told anyone else, about what happened that night. For the last 2 days, Soda would spend time with close friends and not let them know a thing about what happened to Emizel so, so recently. Why he's so suddenly absent, so distant, so.. off…

'Maybe his dad's just giving him a hard time', he would say, hoping to smother their questions. The less questions they ask, the better. At least until this vampire stuff gets figured out a bit more. Should Emizel wear a disguise when he goes out at night now? Just like a superhero? What kind of hero outfit would Emizel have anyways? Soda figured it would be something really cool.

If anyone could figure out a way to balance all this vampire stuff, and all the leaderly responsibilities that come with being the biggest dog in the Demons, it was Emizel for sure. That guy is so seriously cool.

He was sure this rough patch would even out, and they would weather the next rough patch together no problem. There was really nothing to worry about! All Soda has to do is stay positive, and well, drink soda.

As Soda walks quietly down the crumbling sidewalks of this dreary hive of strip malls and shops, he goes to pull his backpack around to his chest, fumbling with the zipper in the dark. Which was a little annoying, considering the tab of his zipper had fallen off forever ago. He really needed to get around to fixing this damn thing. Maybe another ziptie and a soda tab will do the trick.

Humid air hangs heavy in the night, the sidewalks still somewhat warm after a hotter day. The diesel-soaked air provided enough warmth on its own that Soda had considered taking his jacket off a few times, only for the occasional, annoyingly sharp and chilly breeze to brush by, reminding him to keep the thing on.

Tripping only once and only slightly on an uneven sidewalk, Soda manages to pull a bottle of Faygo from his backpack, a smile glowing on his face. Another short fight with the zipper seals up the bag, and he slings it over his shoulder again.

His flavor of choice tonight was actually the Red Pop, the tried and true, the absolute classic, one of the best Faygo flavors for sure.

But, this kind wasn't actually his favorite. Normally he would stock up on the cotton candy ones, but something about the last few days had him craving the red stuff.

Securing his backpack all the way, he goes to crack open the bottle. Just the clack and the hisssss of the fizzy drink were enough to lift his mood.

Not that his mood needed lifting or anything. Of course. Sure he missed his friend and sure he found himself wondering what he’s doing and where he is and if he's okay. Maybe sometimes he found himself wishing they talked about funeral plans more.

Emizel talked up all sorts of crazy funeral ideas for himself, usually involving the use of his dead body as an inconvenience for others. Outlandish and hilarious ideas, like filling it with explosives and tossing it into a busy road. But what would he want seriously? What would Soda ever do if he just stopped showing up one day?

He had to swallow down all these unnecessary anxieties, so he took a swig of his soda. Sweet, bubbly, comforting. He felt better already! Just stay positive, and drink soda..

It was a lovely night out, and he didn't come all this way planning on letting it go to waste. There was a place he was heading towards, a particular alleyway in this particular place that led off to a particularly tall concrete ledge.

 It was a run-down little space, littered with trash and shitty trees and those bushes with just too many goddamn ants in them. But the view was fairly nice, overlooking a massive deformed intersection. A particularly stupid one, at that; about 3 times a week you could witness a gnarly crash at this spot. Soda always heard people saying that LA folks can't drive, but he was just starting to figure that maybe no one can drive.

That was the place he really wanted to go to enjoy this soda, and he wasn't too far off from it. Just a few more blocks, and he would be there.

Oh wait, didn't he still have a bag of chips in this backpack somewhere? Hell yeah, he couldn't wait to sit down and relax with a good soda, a good snack, and a good view of the night.

Living as a Demon had its fair share of stresses. He felt lucky to have this life, but he knew well that it could be better. That not everyone has to worry about survival the way they do. That not everyone gets injured on the regular and not everyone has to worry about being sick and never getting better.

Living is hard. But it's finding the small moments of joy that make it all worth it. Dying would be scarier anyway. He didn't want to die, and he felt glad to feel so confident in that nowadays.

The sudden   THUNK  of something slamming into the ground just a block away from him, jolts him out of his thoughts, all his gears screeching to a halt as he freezes in place. What the fuck was that?

It looked like a person, laying flat on the ground with only their head and shoulders peeking out of the alleyway ahead. Fuck. He hated this side of town..

Anxiety churns in his stomach as he debates just turning around, but the way the victim reaches an arm out, attempting to crawl away; it made his heart ache aswell. he's no goddamn fighter, but he couldn't just leave someone like th-

The body is suddenly yanked back into the alley, snatched at a startling speed. It didn't feel exactly real, how could something vanish so fast? It reminded Soda of something from a horror movie, or whatever. What the fuck was that??

His foot takes a step forward, before the rest of his body notices its rebellion and locks down again. Was he seriously going to investigate that? He could just walk away and take another alley. But that was the one he was supposed to turn down! All the other alleys are either walled off or gated off and he wasn't about to go climbing over a damn wire gate. His soda would get too shaken up! Fuck!

Another foot goes in for another step forward. He's gotta get the fuck out of here. He could hear more commotion in the alleyway, a scuffle, a skirmish. He could hear someone cursing through a choked breath. A loud and nauseating crack echoes out from the alley, and yet, Soda takes another step forward.

This was stupid, he shouldn't be getting tangled up in someone else's business. What if something happened to all this soda?

Thankfully, it was that thought that actually got him to pause, and take in a deep breath. It wasn't worth it, maybe he should head straight home.

Atleast, that was the thought his heart and mind were about to agree on, until a particularly familiar grroowwwwlll bleeds out from the alley.

Emizel?

All reason immediately evaporates as Soda makes that connection in his head, stepping right up to the corner of the brick walls, and peering around to investigate.

There was a body on the floor, face down in a puddle of red, head split open in a way that reminded Soda of a smashed watermelon.

But standing over that body, was the familiar, blackened coat, and short blonde hair, of Sodas closest comrade, Emizel.

Despite the carnage on the floor, Soda couldn't help the smile that lights up his face. That was Emizel! That was his boy!

But before he could get over just how happy he felt to see his best friend, something else caught his eye. Movement, behind the dumpster closest to the vampire boy. A person, rising out from the shadows with a glinting baseball bat clutched fiercely in their hands.

"Oh fuck, look out!" Soda speaks up, and Emizels gaze immediately clicks over to him, silencing Soda with just that startlingly red stare.

He had forgotten just how uneasy those red eyes made him..

The attacker, silent and professional, rushes up behind Emizel and CRACKS the metal bat downwards onto his blonde head, the sound ringing out like a  gun shot  in that dark little alleyway.

Soda cringes from just the sound of the impact, but was amazed to find that the bat had warped under the force of it!

The attacker hardly had a chance to process his mangled weapon before Emizel whips around to retaliate.

It looked like he had just swung his hand at his opponent, so the way a shower of red spills outward from the slash, catches Soda completely off guard. The monster boy had cleaved an excruciatingly massive gash up from the attackers right hip, to his left shoulder, the slice spewing with scarlet.

 It wasn't until Emizel had pulled back his arm, that Soda could process the way it had darkened with more than just blood, distorted into an odd, spear-like shape.

The victim hardly had a chance to yelp before that blade swoops up into his chest at the speed of a snapping bear trap, plunging through meat and bone with disturbing ease, and forcing blood and viscera to erupt outwards. The red patters down onto the concrete behind, the sound similar to rain...

With another low, inhuman snarl, Emizel brings the twitching, dying body closer, until that signature squish of teeth sinking into fresh meat bleeds outward into the space.

What a disgusting sound, Sodas first instinct was to simply avert his eyes, but as the sound persists, he resolves that he has to do something.

He finally steps out into the alley, and speaks.

"Hey ma-"

He could hardly get two words out before Emizel suddenly rips its teeth away from its victims throat, tearing out a hefty chunk of jellied meat, and slamming the remaining fodder onto the concrete floor.

It immediately whips around to stare down Soda, red eyes glowing with reflected light, and with hardly a chance to process the moment-

-It's immediately right infront of Soda.

A gasp lurches from Soda's lungs as he almost stumbles back in shock. How was Emizel so fucking fast?

Other than that single step back, Soda was frozen in shock, his tongue buzzing with the physical pain of such a startling jolt. 'White boy jumpscare' is something that came to mind, but while usually such a thought would evoke some sort of laugh from Soda, this time it offered no such comfort. Okay maybe it did a little.

Emizels snarling face was only inches away from Sodas. Its eyes were wild and unnatural, teeth menacingly sharp and reddened with so much fucking blood. It was everywhere, coating most of his face, smothering his shirt and his coat, and absolutely choking the air with its thick, metallic stench.

Soda would gag if he felt he was safe to even move. He felt like he was locking eyes with that of a creature, something he would only ever see in his nightmares or in scary movies. But it was real. Those monsters are real. And his best friend is one of those monsters. His bestest friend in the world...

His mind was skewered on that unnatural glare, completely frozen with anxiety. Stalling too hard to come to a proper conclusion, Soda instead falls back onto what Soda does best.

"H-hey man... You want some soda?"

He very gently presses the opened bottle of Faygo into Emizels chest.

The two boys stand there for a moment, locked in a tense, silent pause, before the monster boy finally peels its gaze down to the bottle.

It's quiet, for a few seconds, the gears turning in its head. Until the monster blinks, and its eyes clear, and Emizel processes the sight of the bottle.

"Oh, fuck yeah dude, is that the Candy Apple Faygo? Man, that stuffs my favorite!" Emizel smiles as he goes to accept the bottle, and immediately takes a massive swig.

Soda tries to disregard the way his hands were still shaking. "Uh, n-nah man, its just Red Po-"

The words are bit off as Emizel suddenly retches, a heavy flood of red blood and red Faygo spewing out onto Soda, as the vampire boys body entirely rejects the fizzy drink.

The shock of getting fucking projectile vomited on had snapped Soda out of whatever daze he was just in, and it seemed to snap Emizel out of it too. Soda backs up with a groan, looking down at all the blood and bile and pop on his shirt and coat.

"Ohhh fuck dude, what the hell??" He cringes, not even wanting to try smearing any of it off with his hand.

Emizel was coughing, still holding out the Faygo bottle, but hunched over as his body dared to convulse again.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, ohhooohhh fuuuuucckkk" he grumbles towards the floor "Fuuuck I’m sorry dude, I don't know what fuckin- oohhhgg shit,” He coughs and groans,  offering the bottle back to Soda.

Soda was still staring at his messied coat with a displeased grimace, but looking up to meet Emizels eyes...

There was a guilt on Emizels face that Soda didn't see too often, and it helped wash away that irritation he felt. This sucked, but Emizel was probably going through a lot more. 

“It’s, uhm.. don't, don't worry about it, man..” Soda decides to reassure him, offering a sympathetic smile, and a hand on Emizels shoulder, as his comrade spits out the remaining blood and bile.

"Fuckin hell… I’m uh, I'm sorry about your shirt, man."

"What? Nahh it's okay man, don’t worry about it." Soda shrugs, taking the Faygo bottle back. "I mean, are you okay man? That uh.. looked like a pretty crazy fight."

Emizel was rubbing his eyes, smearing more blood across his face as he seems to be collecting himself. he spares a glance back at the carnage behind him.  

"Ah.. yeah.. I thought I uh.. I thought I saw that one fucker from uh. That one night. Yknow, the one that uh.." He snaps his fingers, as if trying to summon back the memory. "Vampire bitch... Anyway after that I just kind of, uh.."

He seems to space out again as he looks around. It was as if he was just woken up from a deep sleep, like he was certain he had just known what he was doing, but found the dream escaping him. "I guess I just.. went crazy on these guys. I dunno, they're Fangs anyways." he finally shrugs it all off, but Soda still felt unsatisfied by the answer.

"Oh.. huh…” is the only response he manages to scrounge together. Sure they were Fangs, but did they really deserve.. all that? It just seemed a bit brutal, even by Emizels standards.

He found his eyes wandering over to the split-open head. It was mostly red and bloody, but even in the dark, he could still make out some of the finer details of the gray jelly seeping from the gash. A human brain. He wondered if his own brain looked the same on the inside..

“So what are you doing out here, man?” Emizels question helps Soda pull his eyes away from the gore, instead looking over to his bloodied comrade.

Emizel looked messy and even exhausted, but his drowsy gaze was focused on Soda with a worried expression. 

“Oh, uh, yknow, just a soda run. Decided I would stock up on some Faygo from the Shady Shell.” Soda shrugs, his eyes flickering down to the opened Faygo in his hand. The top was covered in regurgitated blood. unnaturally blackened blood…

“Are you.. okay, by the way? Other than the whole..” Soda gestures vaguely at the gruesome crime scene. “Are you hurt?”

The question has Emizel pausing to consider. He straightens his back and stretches his arms, as if trying to detect any pain from any possible injury. Nothing seemed to be bothering him though, and after a second, he decides to shrug.

“Nah, I'm all good.”

“Oh.. That's good, I uh…” Soda found himself looking over Emizel aswell, searching for any wounds the monster boy might be simply disregarding, as he often does.

There was a fairly gnarly gash on his shin..

“Hey uh, I was actually gonna go hang out by the ledge down that way. Yknow, the one with the funny intersection.” Soda says, gesturing off towards where he intended to go. “Wanna come with?”

Emizel looks back that way, before turning back to Soda with a big smile on his face. 

“Oh hell yeah I do! I love the funny intersection!” he starts to walk down the alley, about to step over the body of the broken skull, when Soda speaks up.

“Uh, hey, shouldn't we uh.. Do something about the.. uh..” He waves a hand over towards the bodies, trying not to look directly at them. 

Emizel spares the corpses an inconvenienced glance, and a sigh, but ultimately shrugs them off. “Ehhh I'll just dump 'em in a dumpster again.. That's what I've been doing anyway.”

“And you're not worried about, like, anyone finding them?”

Soda anxiously watches on as Emizel paces around the body with the torn-out throat, licking the blood from his own mouth. Was his tongue always that long and pointed? That's neat, and normally Soda would point it out, but he was a bit.. preoccupied right now 

“Nahh not really. I haven't had anyone bother me at least.. Anyone been bothering you?” Emizels eyes finally flick back over to Soda. 

“Nah, I'd say things are actually more lax than usual. Anything that would end up being trouble’s been pretty much crushe- er, killed- destr- stamped out, by uh, by you.” Sods was cringing with every attempt to find a word that didn’t make his stomach turn, but Emizel didn’t seem to notice or mind.

Emizels eyes were currently a bit more focused on the body laying before him. He had that weird look on his face again… 

“Uhh, yeah, yeah that's good that uh, no troubles coming back to you guys…”

There’s a moment of quiet between the two as Emizel stares at this corpse, and Soda was about to open his mouth to fill the silence, but Emizel speaks up instead.

“Hey uh, why don’t you go ahead of me? I’ll uh, I'll meet you at the place.” He suggests, pointing vaguely off down the alley, but not removing his eyes from the kill. 

Soda certainly hesitates, his eyes narrowing before he even forms a thought. He opens his mouth to object, but then his eyes flicker back towards the body.

“Are you gonna eat this one too?”

The question leaves Sodas mouth as soon as it comes to mind.

Emizel pauses, and considers, before giving a shrug. “I don't see why not. Perfectly good blood.” He reaches down to grab his kill by the shirt, the one with the split open head. As the corpse rises from the concrete, gray matter drips and sloughs from the crack in its skull. Once again, Soda felt the need to look away, and yet his stupid eyes remained fixated on the horrendous sight. Emizel looks over the spilling brain of his meal, licking his lips curiously. “Dude, what do you think would happen if I ate his brain?” Emizel asks, looking back over to Soda with a wild, bloodied smile. Something about that look made Soda shiver, but.. Not really in a bad way… “Uh, I.. Dunno…. Eating a persons brain is how you get like, mad cow disease right? But you might also be immune to disease.. Are you immune to disease?” “Uhhh, I don't know yet actually. I'm still figuring out how much of this is like video games,” Emizel says, rubbing the back of his head as he idly sways the body of his kill around, watching the blood and gore drip and drop from its broken head. “Eh, I'll chance it later.” Without another word or thought, Emizel goes to sink his teeth into the shoulder of his kill, a pleased growl radiating from him as the blood gushes around the bite. More fresh blood upon less fresh blood upon old blood upon older blood. Just so much fucking blood. Soda thought he was used to seeing blood, but this… this was just egregious. Was he really starting to get used to this? It’s just blood after all, and it’s not from his comrades, so it's… fine… He finally manages to pull his eyes away from the gruesome sight of Emizel feeding, but his eyes instead wander down to the blood on his own shirt. Emizels blood was strange, darker than usual, and carrying a different scent. Something about the smell of his blood was more savory, more appealing than the standard metallic miasm. His shirt was smothered in it, his jacket was coated in it, and his opened bottle of Faygo was also splattered with the deep red ichor. Ink swirls within the bottle of red fizzy, spreading out into all sorts of odd patterns. It was a lot of blood. He was certain a lot of it came from however many people Emizels been feeding on. With how much hes been terrorizing the Fangs in just the last few days, and with how nonchalantly he feasts on his kills, who knows how much blood hes actually ingested… Soda swirls the bottle, watching the blood inside thin out into strands, dancing within the bubbly soda as they gradually dissipate, fully assimilating into the drink. A bad idea chews at the back of his head… The sound of ripping flesh once again knocks at Sodas head. He doesn’t look up this time, but he knew Emizel was just playing with his food again..  Did blood taste good to a vampire? Did some blood taste better than others? What did Sodas blood taste like? What did Emizels blood taste like? There's a visceral snap of something among the chewing and ripping, very clearly a bone or a joint snapping out of place. It made Soda shiver a little. When did his heart start pounding? There's an animal standing only 8 feet away from him, feeding on its kill. That animal is a person, and so is its kill. He wanted to know what vampire blood tasted like, but he already knew what human blood tasted like. It hung so densely in the air, he could feel it forming a vile film over his tongue. The blood of a person just like him. Eaten by an animal that eats people.  All this stress was no good. This bile rising to his throat was no good. This creeping anxiety was no good. He's friends with an animal that eats people. Would it eat him? This weird feeling was no good. Maybe it will never eat him. But it needs to eat people. This worry was no good. He needed to wash this awful taste from his mouth, replace it with something sweeter. He needed to keep his head clear enough to be there for Emizel when he needed to be. He needed to hold a light to these shadows. And he needed to stay positive, and drink soda. He takes a swig of the open Faygo bottle.

#NO MAIN TAGS WE DIE LIKE ROADKILL #WOW ISNT IT WEIRD THAT YOUR BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOOOLE WORLD EATS PEOPLE NOW #ISNT IT WEIRD THAT YOU KIND OF WISH YOU WOULD BE EATEN. EXCEPT NOT RLY BC U WOULD DIE. MAYBE HE COULD HAVE A NIBBLE #i might come back to ramble in the tags more later. STAY TUNED!!! #OKAY IM BACK TO RAMBLE. FIZZFAGS SEAL O APPROVAL IN THE TAGS U MEAN THE WWWOORRLLD TO MEEEE #THIS IS ALL YOUR FFAAAUULTT UR THE ONLY REASON THESE LOSERS ARE ROTATING IN MY BRAIN SO SO FAST #I DO INTEND TO WRITE MORE!! AND I DO INTEND TO LET IT GET WEIRDER #Iwanna make a lil chapter two w them hanging out at the funny intersection while soda maybe tries to patch emizel up. #wouldnt it be fucked up if u saw ur best friend get bled out n then sired right infront of u #and wouldnt it be fucked up if ina vampiric daze he almost sinks his crazy shark teeth into your throat #and wouldnt it be fucked up if you kinda wish he did. like not in a weird way or anything its not weird its not weird at all #RAAHH IM SO HAPPY THAT PPL LIKE MY WRITING STYLE N MY CHARACTERIZATIONS ASWELL IT MEANS SO MUCH TO MMEEEE #NICE WORDS GIVE ME SO MMUCH POOWWEERRRRR RAAGHGHHH!!!thank you guys for being so niceys to me #ive also been thinkin abt writing Post Suckening fics. EXCITED FOR SEASON TWO. in the meantime what if theo had to put up w shenanigens #one shenanigen for example being emizel going feral and attacking a comrade. #then theo needs to stake him n pull him aside n set him straight or something. set him gay. whatever. #ive also had an idea in my head. BC GABRIEL IS TOTALLY INSIDE OF EMIZELS BRAIN NOW #could u imagine doing acid or shrooms w ur homies n then suddenly ur nemesis is showing up in ur fractal hallucinations #anyway i think thats all da ramble i got in me. thanku for enjoying my writing thank yooouuu

[enderwasended]

What if i was an RK800. What then

#every day im thankful i look like connor but Girl #fuck you this is going in the main tags #detroit become human #connor dbh #dbh rk800 #kinning isnt enough i have to BE him #my art

[bluewinnerangel]

There's a stand with gills sushi outside the venue eat up everyone nomnom

#keep going man #DARKER #MAKE US UNCOMFORTABLE #BASK IN THE ABSURDITY #SEE HOW FAR YOU CAN TAKE IT WITHOUT PEOPLE FUCKING SEEING #get worse mermaid im consuming your funny business so hard rn #thats art bro thats the fking art right there /leonardo dicaprio pointing/ #i literally saw someone go YEY IM THE FIRST CUSTOMER oh lord hes just in his darkass lounge going its all going according to plan #dont get me wrong im not happy celebrating and entertained bc the industry fucking sucks im just focuing on how harrys dealing with it #bc now this is top tier shit #this goin over ppls heads bc i put my thoughts in the tags instead of inthe main post isnt it

[thecatspasta]

Looking at critique for Hazbin Hotel is half genuine shit that definitely should be up for debate and half 'Fuck Viv and the art and the meaning I forced onto this specific thing that isnt actually what the specific thing and also I felt emotion and thats obviously the shows fault I didnt understand how to stop watching something that upsets me'

This is why I stay away from Hazbin critique :3

#this post is extremely exaggerated btw #like yea hazbin ABSOLUTELY has issues like 100% agreed #but also god some of you just so obviously hate viv and it shows #i need everyone to learn that you should critique a show and its creator separately istg #yea you can hate viv and yea she has issues #but god you do need to learn that when you are critiquing the contents of hazbin you need to separate that critique from the creator and #their other works #helluva boss isnt hazbin hotel #vivziepop isnt hazbin hotel #fucking learn that #im just tired lmao. also next fucking person i see going 'angel has a complex relationship with val this is bad' i will fucking kill #actually shut the fuck up abuse victims can have complex relationships with their abusers and shouldnt be demonized for it #garlic breath #not main tagging this the hazbin fandom is like dogs and they would rip me to shreds lmao

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

i’ve said this so many FUCKING times but i literally cannot fucking believe izzy taunts ed with “piiining for his boyfriend” and people are really out here on tumblr dot com and also twitter i assume idk saying with their entire fucking chest “izzy’s not homophobic. that’s not a homophobic thing to say.” what fucking planet are you people from

#mine #txt #if this post is in the izcourse tag no it isnt u just dont know how to use tumblr #ofmd fandom crit #izzy hands #izzy critical #s1e10 #i was in the tma fandom and in the last season there’s a part where the main character and his bf run into some guy #and the guy is like “who’s this? your boyfriend?” and we aaaaaall understood that this was homophobic!! #like what the fuck is going on. i feel like i’m being gaslighted like what do you M E A N that’s not homophobic??????? #og

[dishsaop]

does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians

#i say lesbians but i guess i mean sapphic #im just like. tired of gnawing #and of men also. sorry men in my life i love you but on god if i have to pretend one more man is butch just to get #content that isnt m/m or m/f im going to turn into a horse and run into the wilderness until im saved from the glue factory by a plucky #young woman except instead of letting her have her formative summer where she trains me and bonds w me and wins a competition w me #im going to commit horse suicide in front of her & change her life forever. just because im so tired of bland CW-marketable women kissing & #digging for scraps in a refuse bin while brushing aside 7002993829292929939292929399394 gay and het romances #m text #i will also take nonfictional lesbians if its like a story #not to be whiny on main but one of the hardest hurdles i had to jump wasnt realizing i was a lesbian. i came out to myself and to friends a #lesbian multiple times. but i would always walk it back when a friend would express doubt or a male friend would ask me out #bc i dont and especially then didnt know very many lesbians in person. and so i had to turn to examples #and all i fucking had were fictional women who liked men. or fictional lesbians who were so cleaned and sanitized and prettified #(you all know what i mean right. the 2 skinny white girls one blonde one brunette. im not crazy right) #and i would be like. i dont feel things when i look at these fictional lesbians so i guess i belong back here #(this is also bc my gender ended up being fuckier than i realized but shhhhh) #I WAS GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THESE TAGS but theyre too long and im lost. #anyway the point is if people werent so fucking weird abt fictional or onscreen lesbians maybe thered be a lot more people comfortable bein #out as lesbian #like sorry but this awful ouroboros of 'all lesbians onscreen have to be cute and sanitized' meaning that people write and believe wlw has #to be cute and pure and sanitized (OR a 'badge of honor' bc good for u u doodled two women together or had it as a background in ur fic) #meaning that therefore all portrayals of lesbianism continue to be like this. is just #and im also gonna be honest theres probably a lot of good sapphic media im just in the wrong circles to have stumbled into lol. so #yknow. personal viewer bias here #but i still like swing wildly between overly brandishing my dykeness as a badge to feel like im proving im lesbian #and like. backing up under a blanket bc i dont wanna be weird or annoying or freak people out #but if people just Saw Normal Ass Lesbians. aough. #im going to watch revolutionary girl utena one of these days even if i struggled w the writing style the first few episodes #I JUST WANNA SEE AN OLD BUTCH ONSCREEN GET SOME PUSSY. #like it also doesnt help im mostly femme4butch so seeing 2 femmes on screen is like. okay cool so what. but only femmes are 'marketable'

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

i have been Considering. watching sgt frog again. bc i stopped at around 119 . and it is a very fun show. but The Horrors

#sgt frog #keroro gunso #i cannot explain to you the amount of mental shit i have to brace myself for when watching this show #its good! dont fucking watch it. please god #its like home//stuck . like im dead serious it has the same effect #everyone who ive asked about hs to. has told me Never to read it #and im going to repeat that same sentiment for sgt frog. Never fucking watch this show /lh #they GET YOU with the first episode it's CAPTIVATING it's UNIQUE its like CANDY #and the rest of the show is one Long #Long #terrible horrible no good Very Bad trip . that IS GOOD. in some parts #but sometimes it leaves you wondering what the FUCK they were smoking in the writer's office #this isnt accounting for how unwelcome in the fandom i feel being a keroro fictive btw. which is its whole OTHER POST that nobody'll read #my point is . fucking . sgt frog sucks (affectionately derogatory) #it aged like the finest Milk left out on a Hot summer day in arizona #and by god we are all consuming the absolutely rotten curds #sorry for that analogy it was trhe best i got #btw i put this in the main tags . bc everyone Knows sgt frog sucks. we;ve all agreed this show sucks Butt and Ass and Balls #i should hope so anyways #because it does. its GOOD dont get me wrong. but Oh My God is it Bad

[sirompp]

the autism urge to create a blog archiving and sorting the entirety of something nobody wants not even me

#thats a lie. i do want. but not that much #you see. #i was thinking. #um. #theres a lot of gacha life mini movies in this world right? #and they all follow a lot of tropes. #and youtubes search isnt very great for when youre trying to find a specific kind of video and dont have the title memorized #a tumblr blog with a very thorough tagging system...would fix that... #im not going to do it. im NOT going to do it. #its so much work and would be an impulsive decision and those NEVER go well for me. im NOT GONNA DO IT. #but i want to. i fucking want to #i more want this blog to already exist to be honest because of one specific glmm that i saw as a kid that fundamentally changed me #i dont even watch glmms. i didnt when i was a kid either idk why i clicked on that video. #i dont remember anything about it besides some basic facts like... #it. um. there was hell. im pretty sure hell was in it. ithink the main character was an angel that got turned into a demon #which is like 30% of all glmms im aware. #also there was a dream sequence that i thought was really inspiring because it actually felt like a dream with dreamlike continuity #if i were making a gacha life mini movie archive blog then i would probably find that video. because id have to watch all the videos id pos #unless of course the video was deleted. #which um. #hm. #well id have made something useful to like 3 people either way so itd likely be worth it anyway #me tag🍭 #<-almost forgot to add that bastard #and UHGHFJVNB it would be SO autismpleasing to sort all those things into their own little tags. #GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH im not going to. #fighting with ymself to not make a bad decision

[orcelito]

Is it so hard to not post hate in main tags? Like is that such a hard thing to ask??? Just block the damn tag if you don't like a specific version man, i don't go into the tags to see post number 7291 about how someone else hates a specific version of a show I like. Fuck off.

This goes for both tristamp and trigun 98 haters BTW. Just shut UUUUUP I don't wanna HEAR IIIIIIT

#speculation nation #i love both versions for different reasons and i am so TIREDDDDD #this was brought on by a post about 98 tho. shut up shut up shut UP #if you dont like it then FINE but i happen to love it and i go into the tags to see stuff for all of it #and i dont wanna see ur take on assuming that 'everyone agrees it sucks' fuck OFF #im not even a nostalgic fan i watched stamp first but i love 98 too. very much #in total. 'your experiences are not universal' so shut UUUUUUUPPPPPPP #i will and have blocked people over this. as i did just now! #like this isnt the same as good faith critiquing. both versions have flaws. #but going 'this entire show sucks and everyone who loves it is wrong' STOP. JUST STOP. POSTING THIS IN MAIN TAGS !!!!PLEASE!!!! #random surge of anger lmao im at work rn anyways. just. UGH.

[effervescentdragon]

i honestly think people either willfully forget or they never knew in their silly headcanons about sebastian vettel as grid dad (🤮) or whatever, that this man won four fucking championship with red bull. we all know what tin can team is like. multi 21 is just one of the numerous war crimes he commited during his racing, this is a man who does not deal well with not winning at all, who is mean, and a crybaby about it, and is just in his core a bastard incredibly hungry for the win. and that part of someones personality is a core part, and it isnt something that goes away. its just something that he misdirected bcs it was either turn your attention elsewhere and find something other to consume you or combust from the inside

#i am so fucking sick of people being stupid about seb istg and apparently im going off #you can all pretend that his character development in the shitty aston is his defining feature #but it really. really isnt #it was just a product of adapt or perish #if he won with ferrari (and dont get me started abt that fuckery) yall would have fucking hated him #he literally couldnt stand the thought of racing for a subpar team for more than a couple of years. thats why hes retired #he cant divorce racing from winning #and when hes not winning. well. hes not gonna be racing either #so fuck off with your save the bees seb as the only part of him that matters #his character development was brought on by losing #which doesnt mean it isnt good. it just means that you cant disregard all else that he is #ANYWAYS #apparently i had some things to say #i aint putting this in the main tag fuck it #effervescentdragonrants #hallo weltmeister :)

[waywardsalt]

Have you ever thought about how Linebeck describes Jolene as "crazier than a rabid squid"- only to then be possessed by a literal rabid squid later in the game?

Cause I sure have- especially after seeing a lot of your BellumxLinebeck stuff

mmmmghmm im gonna be honest i haven't thought about it much at all

linking it to my bellum x linebeck thoughts, im not too sure what to make of it in context with my other linebeck notes and w/e

there's also my idea that linebeck has a special interested in shellfish and by extension squids, and the idea of him having a weird thing for bellum, and just... enjoying sealife, and it's kinda of...

he compares her to a rabid squid to link in order to i think... offer a shorthand explanation of what she's like, and i think it (with some other stuff) is kinda just another little peek into how he might feel abt her?

i mean he also compares link to a dog in that one letter? i'm not sure where im going with that one. i dont think linebeck particularly likes dogs

i'm not sure abt the link between that and him getting possessed, jolene is kind of just... there a lot of the time and doesn't really do anything except 1) show that linebeck has enemies and 2) show that people know about link's quest by the end, linebeck generally references sea creatures a few times in ph

relating to bellum x linebeck, i dont see him comparing jolene to a squid an indicator of anything in relation to that, with linebeck having a thing for bellum its more of like. there's a lot of complicated ideas i have with what goes on between them during bellumbeck and bellum being a squid thing is more linebeck having a bit of a monsterfucker streak and having a bit of a thing for like. being tied up. as for literal squids he kinda just likes them as food and to dissect and learn about

like i think 'rabid squid' is more like linebeck just tossing out some derogatory shorthand to explain how he thinks of jolene as some fucking. violent annoyance he has to deal with that he doesn't fully understand

tbh i see the comparison but imo it comes down to a difference in characters and interactions and histories, there is the rabid squid thing (and i think in the manga too theres a vague parallel drawn ig) but im not. sure. what there is there just beyond. linebeck talks about sea creatures and wants to get the fuck away from jolene

i'm not entirely certain what you've been thinking about with that comparison, but i haven't been thinking much about it and it's kinda. eh ig???? its something

#asks #musicncomics #like im gonna be real jolene is a character i do everything i can to avoid half of the time #im not too sure what your thoughts on this are but i can tell you like jolene leagues more than i do so like. idk #idk i have a hard time talking abt jolene bc i Do Not like her so im not really sure beyond this stuff its just. idk #bellum also isnt a literal squid like looking at actual squids the most comparisons are surface level and dont work too deeply #he kinda just looks like one at first glance but 1) doesnt line up well enough and 2) we dont have enough info on him anyways #hes more a reference to a squid than an actual squid bc there is the reference to sperm whales and giant squids fucking hating each other #but while oshus is literal whale bellum is like. some thing in the shape of a squid #im not sure what parallels oyu can draw between the jolene thing and bellum thing. if anything theyre opposites? #w/ jolene its like things got so bad (or w/e) that he just robbed her n fucked off and she decided that was enough to warrant murder #while with bellum things get so good (w/ link and co) that he risks his life for em and is turned against them for it? #tbh this kinda comes down to me having a pretty negative bias against jolene and. that ship. so yeah sorry #im not gonna give this any main tags or anything this is way too far off the beaten path and kinda negative #idk i hc linebeck as gay and a lot of other linebeck hcs just kinda. suggest that he kinda had a really shit time w/ jolene #i dont like her im trying to figure that shit out so i can be like. fair at least in how i write her but i dont like her #salty talks #sorry that i keep tearing away from the rabid squid thing but its like a minefield when i try to talk abt anything w/ jolene #theres not a ton of parallels or like shared themes or w/e and its just too dissimilar in little ways that its just. a thing #ill add this in a few hours later idk if youll see jt but like. i can go in depth and discuss stuff #in dms like im fine with that its just weird in posts bc like tagging and my thoughts are a mess #like if you wanna elaborate on your thoughts thats fine

[marcusagrippa]

becoming more invested in one random side character who is fucking dead by the time my main plot starts than the actual protagonist is just a rite of passage for my writing process at this point

#big oc ramblingin the tags warning u h. #save me melisadd...... isa............ #a horrible ugly name for a horrible ugly guy #however. every lover is a soldier. etc etc. #yes he gets killed because of his own ambition but he also gets killed because of his devotion to his city. and by extension his paradoxica #devotion to rhys (who has become the city itself in a weird parasitic sort of way). he hates what rhys stands for and he hates his idealism #and his tyranny andsuch but they have such a fucked up (literally) cannibalistic relationship going back to faustus and the ivy war #that neither of them can function without the other. rhys' fate is sealed the moment he kills isa because theres no-one left to balance him #out and challenge his plans. and he spirals from this genius up-and-coming ruthless commander willing to do anything to keep his home safe #into a lazy power-hungry beast relying on the prestige of his ancestors and the fear of the people to keep him fed. and he misses isa #as much as he hates to admit it #and he misses argent and he misses what they all had and as he gets older he starts losing the ability to distinguish between the past and #the present. hence the public display of argent's innards and isa's rotting corpse being dug up and given a seat at the table at the feast. #but back to isa. isa doesn't want to fight rhys - he believes there's good in him up until the last second of his life. #his execution is the death of any hope of redemption rhys might have had. #noneof that makes sense but anyway you get what im trying to say right #<- what a late republic hyperfix does to a mf #they are based loosely on the first triumvirate and should all eat each other !! #i can make my own narrative ghosts god dammit #dyrposts #r. a. bicinius #m. f. voscium #i made these guys like. two days ago??? but i cant stop thinking about them #if anyone is interested. i will say more things about dr #writing #augh #rhys isnt technically a main character either feel like i should clarify that he. dies in the first chapter #story focuses on eos furi and gabier !!! yippee !!! #jase writes #FUTURE ME EDIT: THIS IS ALL WILDLY OUTDATED :DDDDD OH WELL

[nomaishuttle]

perhaps a lot of my b*tw issues are actually due to my own expectations for the game and by extension my dislike for botw fans

#b*tw fans will sct like its the sinoge best zelda hame and like its leagues above and its like #its fine to like it its fine to not like the other zelda games (through gritted teeth) #it is a totally different genre. to me. yk. it feels like a new game which is fine thats what they were going for i surpose #its a huge rebrand for the series n i cn appreciate the aspects of it if i dont try to force it into my personal mold of what A zelda game #is. #also this doesnt include the orientalism with the gerudo. that shits fucked up no matter what #ir is NOT a botw specific issue #but yk. b*tw ws a very. disappointing game 4 me #bc i love older zelda games n botws whole thing is that it. breaks the format entirely andis different from every other game #which is fineee its allowed to do that and im allowed to not like it and other ppl r allowed to like it.. i just have trouble #and also it annoys me that a lot of botw fans r like. Just botw fans. and not loz in general fans.. But still use the loz tags #not that like. idk i dont wanna sound gatekeepy obv th main loz tag is like. botw is a zelda game (even if imo thats in name alone) #but ppl will cross tag botw specific posrs with every other zelda game like. it annoys me #and also i think the fanon portrayl of botw is so fucking annoying i want all of you to jus to bee hornets #and i blame fucking l*nked *niverse that racist fucking cunt. GDDDD #whatever though #its like. its very well done. it can be pretty (personally the art style doesnt appeal to me a ton) the music is very original while also #being a good callback to former games. the sound design is Actually phenomenol #it just isnt for me i think. n yk. it sucks bc like #idk. there will be zelda games after totk #and i hope theyll be. different. and a return to formula #idk... #i do also appreciate like. as much as i say that botw doesnt feel like a zelda game to me #zelda is deeply personal to me.. n i recognize that it Is a zelda game #and i like all of the small references to other games.. i appreciate that #i cn tell the team rly love the world of zelda n im glad for that.. just personally i love the like mechanics and gameplay of former zelda #games. yk.... thats all #n ik. i literally am just going I want more tp. but i do wish we could have more like that...sigh #its ok. i will just rewrite oot in my brain #and botw too i accidentally said oot. i do need tl rewrite oot though bc .. um anyways

[dyketubbo]

Hi. If you truly wanted not to argue with or be left alone by Dream fans, perhaps considering not main tagging Dream? It's not like you help a victim like Amanda by antagonizing a group of Dream followers by invading their tag. You could tag your posts as anti-Dream and speak with like-minded individuals. Instead you purposely seek out fans. Just comes across as the antics of an immature 17-year-old.

im not purposely seeking out fans dumbass. stop being self centered it isnt about you. i tag dreamwastaken for 1. organization and 2. for the people who have his tag blacklisted. tagging anti-dream may serve the former, but it defeats the purpose of the latter. i dont give a shit about dream fans, if they have to see my posts about how hes a piece of shit then boohoo. theyre fully capable of blocking me. i dont want to engage with dream fans. im not trying to "seek out fans", thats maybe the dumbest fucking way to interpret me saying "hey if youre going through his tag as a fan of his, block me if you dont care to reconsider being a fan of his". but hey. i dont expect dream fans to be able to understand the concept of leaving someone alone if they hate dream. no skin off my nose in the end

#i want dream fans to just block me if they see me #thats why i also have it in the tags to do so if theyre still gonna just mindlessly support and consume content of dream #after all of this shit #piss off lmao stop trying to look for deeper behavior or whatever. i mean what i say. me tagging dreamwastaken isnt an invitation #for dream fans to be shitty to me and try to argue about the allegations or whatever. thats not the point of me tagging him #its for organization. blacklisting. and in some cases so i can try to get fans to open up their goddamn eyes #but its not to invite argument or to invite dream fans to suck dreams dick in my inbox #listen to what people say maybe. but hey if youre still a dream fan after all this time im not surprised you have problems doing that #anyways now it wont show up in the main tags are you happy. go fuck yourself lmao why is it that people like you #only ever acknowledge age to be condescending and insulting. whats with that #dreamwastaken #<-again. in case this somehow does show up in maintags. this is for blacklisting and organization #if youre a dream fan. either read through the tag if youre unaware of the current allegations. or leave. me. alone. #and stop trying to play mindgames i mean what i say. fuckers always tryna find a deeper meaning #like no when i say dont talk to me if youre gonna be a dick i mean that. whats with you #angel answers