for the WIP tag game: more on BS please
(because it reminded me of drafting sideways before it had a name and the doc was called BS which obv stood for billy/steve but nevertheless my brain autocorrected it on sight, given the usual acronym, until it came time to post and i realized i couldn't actually name my fic bullshit)
i won't go TOO into this one b/c it's very old and a mess (yes the bs stands for bullshit lol)
this was an original work about a family of shapeshifters trying to care for two of their children who escaped from government captivity/experimentation/military use.
Llena, the younger sister, is traumatized but generally able to function.
Jay, the older brother, yo-yo's between being fragile and being completed dissociated due to his experience with scientists/military forcing transformations and causing him to lose his identity and connection with reality.
the ki'd family had been dysfunctional and bordering on abusive before their abduction, and completely unraveled after. at the beginning of the story there has been a degree of recovery due to the remaining kids being removed and the parents receiving treatment.
the story is told primarily from the perspective of the eldest brother, Coda.
Excerpts:
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He felt the anxiety in his gut twist into hate. Like a house fire. The kind you have to douse for hours to really get rid of. To kill.
Arlo stood behind him, watched him dig his forehead into the harsh bark. Wordless.
It was a strange feeling to be seen like this. Flayed open. Like he’d been caught.
When he turned and settled on the ground she joined him. Looking at the stars, he felt her head rest on his shoulder.
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“Is there any chance he won’t make it?”
“No. Not unless something catastrophic happens.”
Catastrophe is relative. It could be anything. Five years ago it was Pela breaking a plate.
“Get out of your own head. You’re not helping anyone.”
Nessar stood in the open threshold of the hospital room.
“You probably shouldn’t be hanging out here either.”
Nothing.
Her eyes narrowed.
“You know he can pick up on your stress”
He didn’t like this version of her. Doctor-Aunt. Emotionally detached but close enough to get under his skin.
“Thought you said he’d be fine.”
“Being fine and being not dead are two different things.”
He looked at her. Gave her his best pleading look as a final grab for sympathy.
“It’s not good for you to be here.”
Goddammit.
“Look,”
Her eyes went away from him.
“It’s been a week and he’s doing fine. The hardest part is over”
She shrugged.
“Physically”
Fuck you.
“And I know you wanna be here and look after him but it isn’t healthy for you. Mentally. You should get back to class and get your mind on something else. Or at least try to.”
He turned back to his unconscious brother.
“Have you spoken to either of your parents in the last week?”
He scoffed.
“What? To make me less stressed?”
Nessar’s fingers went to her temples.
“Fine. You all wanna be stubborn shits and refuse to talk to each other, fine. But just think about what you’re leaving him to wake up to.”
He scowled, but rose from his seat when she stepped out.
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“Oh.”
Coda sat at the breakfast table. Didn’t look at his father standing in the doorway. Couldn’t.
“Is there something wrong?”
He felt the anger crackle inside of him, the familiar thump of blood in his ears that heralded an outburst.
Communicate. State your feelings.
“I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you.”
He could see his father’s shoulders lean back in shock from the corner of his eye.
“I’m still…”
His mouth twisted into a sour grimace.
Try again.
“I’m still...angry”
His father looked on but Coda didn’t see him. It was easier to pretend he wasn’t there. To pretend he was alone in his room, screwing his eyes shut and whispering threats and promises into the empty space and truly believing that it would hold them forever. That it could.
I’ll kill you
I’ll kill you
I’ll kill you
I’ll kill you
“And I’m angry...that I’m still angry.”
Asil tilted his head. Eyes soft.
“Coda...If this is about me getting my feelings hurt-”
“It’s not. It’s… We need to be together for when-”
His teeth tug into his bottom lip.
“For when he wakes up.”
There was a silence, both considering.
“I understand, and I appreciate you taking that stance,”
He didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. To his father being calm and rational and compassionate. He still doesn’t.
“But I don’t want you to feel like any anger you have towards me needs to go away just because there’s a bigger issue at hand.”
Tears stung behind his eyes. He hated this, he hated falling apart in front of the person he was always supposed to be better than.
He felt his father make an abortive step forward. The desire, the duty, to stay stoic and quiet and grown ground against the protean need to be comforted. The fist against the open palm.
The chair scraped against the wood floor as he stood up and trudged outside.
Don’t run. Not from him.
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Marcy, have you read/are you aware of Homestuck?
Karkalicious def-
Karkalicious def- (goddammit, doc scratch, stop fucking around with my mic)
Karkalicious definition makes the shippers crazy
Nepeta's always squealin'
Cutesy pet names like karkitty
I'm the K to the A, R, K, the A, the T
And the majority of pairings had better include me
i luv homestuck
dis.question is more lik it
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sharpee baff
-mar-c
(p. s. i had to type this on my phone tjeyre tryin to autocorrect me i'm gonna die)
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