#maybe somebody did breed bears down for me?

[n3ptoonz]

Okay but like the whole save a horse ride a cowboy thing… for Arthur?

'Snake on a Train'

THANKS FOR 300+!!🖤🖤❤️❤️

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/F!Reader

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, i'm writing this like i'm from the old west bear with me it's really fun, post chapter 6 MEANING he's alive and DOES NOT have TB. never caught it. we live in delusion round these parts. dialogue driven y'all know me i love me some interaction, implied breeding knk, cowgirl, barely proofread writers block is fucking me up

fr tho read this in a southern accent shit is kinda funny i had way too much fun LMAO

i got so many arthur requests then realized i used THIS theme so i'm using this ask i hope those who sent in will find this!!

Word count: 2300

Explicit content under the cut

Never trust a "runaway" O'Driscoll ever again. You was on the run now, away from those freaks and needed a proper escape at least for the time being. Why you chose to not accept Arthur's offer of joining the gang was beyond you. You knew each other well in Blackwater before they had to leave, he suggested you join since you'd be a great addition and trustworthy, but you declined. Later on you were picked up by a "runaway", he sold you out and now you're high tailing it to the nearest escape.

You stumbled across a particularly high end looking train that looked like it was headed west--aka opposite way from this shit. Your initial intent wasn't to rob it, yet. You just needed a quick getaway from this madness. Quick and sneaky you were getting into the back past a few guards. You found an abandoned ticket under a seat and stuffed it in your pocket, walking around until you found an empty cart that looked quite fancy.

You kept your head on a swivel and constantly looked out the window for any suspicious activities when somebody barged in. You quickly stood up and drew your revolver when you realized who you laid your eyes on.

"...Arthur?" you said. His eyes adjusted from the sun reflecting off the window when he heard his name escape from your lips, recognizing your voice almost immediately.

"What are you doin' here?" you both inquired in unison.

"Put your damn gun down I ain't here to rob you." he said sitting down on one of the two seat chairs covered in leather. You slid it back into the holster with curious eyes still on him. Just how long had it been? Why was he here?

"You normally waltz into carts that aren't yours?"

"Ain't that what you did?"

...he had a point.

"Maybe, but I had a reason."

"You sayin' I'd hop onto a nearby train for no reason?"

"I ain't seen or heard from you in almost a decade, Arthur. I don't know what I know anymore. Where's the rest of Blackwater's finest?"

Arthur just leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. There was a deadpan look in his eyes as he recalled everything that went down in the last two weeks. All the betrayals and chaos started to montage in his mind all over again; how he was this close to death, but managed to escape somehow.

"Dead, on their own, or all the above. Remember John? I helped him and his folks get out. The others...well I don't rightly know where they are. And quite frankly I don't care."

You sat in front of him as you processed his words. What's understood don't need to be said, and you knew this well.

"Is that why you're here?" you asked. It felt like a question with an obvious answer but you honestly just wanted a confirmation. It wasn't like him to just run off, at least from when you last seen him.

"In so many words, I guess. Although I didn't expect to see a woman of your caliber running away from your bullshit either. I'd like to know too, if you don't mind."

"Oh hush that up." you waved his comment off dismissively, "I was sold out."

"Well I'll be. You know I always wondered what you were doing or who you decided to hang with if not us. Who in their right mind would sell out one of Blackwater's most wanted?"

In your time together you always had a playful relationship, but you could tell in his tone there was slight bitterness or sarcasm. Truth be told he started to feel some type of way when he realized you declined him just to end up with some other gang that clearly didn't give a damn about you.

"Watch yourself." you warned, your tone half serious half playful.

"What? You didn't want to be around folk who had your best interest that's fine. I won't say I told you so."

"When the hell did you tell me so?"

"The day before we left." he answered without hesitation. "The night we spent together? Ring any bells?"

Damn. You tried to forget that night since the day he had to leave and you too shortly after. You didn't want to remember all the fun you had. You didn't want to remember his hearty laugh at your stupid jokes. Hell...you didn't even want to remember just how good he treated you. He treated you like a lady, unlike most of the men you came across. All it took was one heated kiss, and you both were hooked. But also knew it couldn't be given both your circumstances.

When he offered for you to join you wanted to jump at the opportunity. So why didn't you? Because, well, you loved the man. You thought your own feelings would hinder the morale of the group somehow and break it apart, and you wouldn't dare that be on you. Plus you couldn't really tell where he stood. He's a guy who treated most people with respect despite how he grew up.

Back then he mentioned how people like them were hard to come by and that most gangs were either just downright pieces of shit or cultish. So he in fact did tell you so, and you tried to forget that as soon as possible. Didn't want any sort of thoughts of him clouding your mind or else you'd go crazy.

The only reason you two didn't get intimate that night is because he respected you and your boundaries. He still does. He didn't want it to feel like he was grasping on to the nearest thing to fuck with and then dip. That's not the kind of man he was nor will he ever be.

"What does that night have to do with why I'm here now?" you tried so hard to seem like it didn't completely take over your thoughts, but this is Arthur Morgan for christ sake. He's damn good at reading people.

"It can mean just about anything, sweetheart, but I know it meant something to you just as much as it did to me." he said. The tone of his voice sounded a bit like he was trying to convince himself that was the case. If it wasn't, he wouldn't know what to do.

You sat back in your seat but that didn't take away the feeling of his gaze pouring into your soul. "It did." you said looking down at your hands

"Then why decline? Was it me? I know it's not my lifestyle because we lived the same way."

"I didn't want to get in the way, alright? I knew you'd be gone often and would be out for days at a time while I worried if you'd come back in one piece. I've been there and done that. Wasn't doing that again."

Arthur leaned back up in his seat and ran his hand over his face, sighing. He didn't want to come off so strong, but he felt real feelings for you and didn't know how to process it properly. The woman who's been on his mind since the day the gang left Blackwater sat in front of him and he felt like a lost puppy all over again.

"Okay." he said softly, "Was I on your mind at all?" he continued looking down, mumbling under his breath but you still heard him.

"Everyday since." you said standing up. He slowly looked up at you with those pearly blues that never failed to capture you. He was just so relieved that it wasn't just him. That it wasn't one-sided. Grabbing his hand you pulled him up to meet your eyes--like he wasn't visibly looking down at you.

"I thought about you so damn much I guess I had to distract myself by running with some undercover O'Driscolls. I figured out who they was too late and voila, lawmen breaking down my door."

Arthur shortly chuckled upon hearing you explain more of your situation. To him it was unbelievable, and he never thought he'd hear that name ever again especially after seeing Colm swing.

"This evening is full of surprises. How do I know this isn't some big scheme to take me down once and for all?" he said while wrapping his arms snug around your waist and his voice grew more rugged and deep. Oh how he missed this. What this is, who knows, and who cares?

"I don't need some big scheme to take you down." you said placing your hands on his biceps, squeezing just a little bit. He smirked at this action and pulled you closer.

"That so?"

You hummed in agreement, and it didn't take long for you two to finally lock lips together after a bit of playful murmuring here and there. And just like that, you both were taken back to that night. That heated kiss you shared was the absolute highlight of your lives, and you intended to relive that again and more.

It's like you never left but kissed like it's been forever. He ran his cold palm up your back to hold you while the other unbuttoned your pants. Even after almost ten years, he didn't miss a beat. He still got it. Are we surprised? You followed his lead and kept one arm around his neck while the other attempted to pull him free.

His hands were quick and nimble like yours, so next thing you know your pants are on the ground and you're sitting comfortably in his lap. You was now clad in a loose collar shirt and underwear and his shirt remained unbuttoned at the collar. Your mouths never stopped dancing throughout this whole process too.

Arthur just kept groaning into your mouth at every subtle grind on his thigh. This was only the second time of you two getting together like this, yet it feels way more than that. That same drunk feeling from the night made its return and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

You pulled back so you both could catch your breath, holding his face and running your thumbs over his stubble that was soon to becoming a full beard.

"I missed you...so damn much." you said in a tone just above a whisper.

"I can't imagine more than I have..." he replied while toying with the hem of your underwear. "Would you give this old outlaw the honor of... having you? All to myself?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. You could feel him fully hard and his hands trembling a bit, but he still wants to hear it from you. One part is confirmation, but the other? He would easily gain satisfaction from knowing you want to give yourself to him.

"Well...I've saved a horse...and I plan on riding a cowboy," you whispered and smiled against his lips before leaning back in. Arthur chuckled into the kiss, wasting zero time pulling them panties to the side and slide right on in.

Your breath hitched as you eased on down his thick shaft. "That's my girl." he whispered, right next to your ear so he could physically feel you clench against him from his praises. You gripped his shoulders as your eyes closed shut, expelling light whimpers here and there as you set a place. He placed his hand on your back once again to encourage you, feeling a little smug at your struggle to keep up.

Best believe you weren't no bitch though; you swallowed thickly and kept on riding him. The ambience of the train was quickly fading as you two became lost in your own desire.

Were you expecting your orgasm to approach so quickly? Honestly, it made sense. Arthur knew all the right things to say and touched all the right places that churn your butter.

He was also nearing the end, and yet he had such a genuine smile on his face. He grunted with every time you sank back down into his lap and this meant he simply could not be happier. He's been dreaming of this moment forever, and finally. Finally, the woman of his dreams is having the time of her life because of him.

To keep yourself grounded you pulled his head up to rest your forehead on his, "Please, cum inside me," you begged. Your climax was seconds away from hitting you and you wanted to reach bliss at the same time.

You ain't have to tell him even once with how quickly he followed suit. Your hips slammed right back down into his lap as you both tried to stifle your cries of pleasure, still mindful of other passengers.

After you both calmed down in each other's arms, you cleaned yourselves up and plopped back down onto the two person couch you had just gotten intimate on. You held his bicep and laid your head on his shoulder with a content smile on your face. His the very same.

"You sure know how to get down for someone I ain't seen in a long time." he said playfully, looking down at you.

"Who said I ain't got none in a long time?" you replied a little too fast for his liking, looking up and seeing his expression comedically fall to a straight one. "I'm just messing, I wouldn't dare risk having anybody else's kids but yours." you continued casually before shutting your eyes. You had to stop yourself from laughing at the sound of his heart rate getting faster through his chest.

He chuckled, looking out the window at the scenery become painted with the pinks and yellows of the sunset passing by.

"You are something else."

#n3ptoonz #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption arthur #rdr2 smut #smut

[disasterofastory]

Sunday (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Sunday Tommy Shelby x Reader Warnings: smut, slight breeding kink

Summary: You spend your morning under the gangster.

It's Sunday morning. The clouds are dark above the city, and black smoke swirls in the air from the factories. They mix together until you can't tell them apart. You can see their disoriented dance even from a distance. It seems like Birmingham's dirt is always one step behind you, lurking. You can't escape. You can run and pretend, but your every attempt to be someone else is futile. The dirt is always behind you, waiting.

It's Sunday morning. In normal places, the churches are full of people. They sit and pray, hoping somebody will listen to them from above. Someone who is forgiving. Someone who is merciful. You don't know about Birmingham. What do people believe in this cursed city? You don't know. You don't care. You always come here for one reason.

And God would be ashamed of it.

You are in the middle of the bed on all fours. Praying. The sheets are soft under you, and your grip on the fabric is like a vice. "Oh, god," you shudder. Your head hangs low between your shoulders. Your hair is in your face, hiding your tear-streaked cheeks from the world. "Please, please, please." "What?" Comes the question. That one word drips with amusement. "God can't hear you, love. Not here. Not like this." "Tommy," you moan his name, dropping your upper body onto the bed while your bottom is still in the air with the infamous gangster behind you. Your hard nipples graze the cover under you, making you moan at the sudden feeling. Your whole body vibrates with need, and every little touch pushes you deeper into desperation. "Just like that, love," he says, pushing your legs away from each other to get himself more space. "You know what I like by now." He is right. You know he likes you bending over, dripping and ready for him. He likes you screaming his name, drunk on his cock. "Please, Tommy," you plead. Your words are muffled by the cover. Your throat is dry, and you tremble with impatience. You don't know how much you can bear. "What, love?" This question again. "Are you in a hurry?" He jokes. It's not funny. "You should be somewhere else?"

You close your eyes. Tight. Yes, you should be somewhere else. You should be in your hometown, at the church with the others. You should sit beside your mother, keeping your head low and your mind clear. You should pray. For forgiveness. For redemption. You should beg for strength to keep yourself away from Thomas Fucking Shelby.

"Where you should be, love?" He asks, still not moving. His hardness stretches your walls. His long fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. He doesn't let you move. "Why did you choose that pretty dress, eh?" The pretty dress is on the ground, wrinkled. "You know why," you croak out. Tears run down your face. They are salty on your dry lips. Your pussy clenches around his cock. Your clit painfully throbs with each passing second. "Of course I know," he laughs. "It's Sunday morning." "Please, Tommy," you try again. Sobs break through your throat. "Please." "Maybe I should keep you like this, eh?" He finds joy in your torment. "In my bed, ready for me when I come home." "Yes," you groan. "Yes." "You would like that, eh? Because Sundays are not enough anymore." "They are not," you agree. You would agree with anything the man says at this point. "Your sweet pussy wants more," he groans. His cock is soaked in your juices by now, but he still doesn't move. "That tight cunt wants my cock every day." "Everyday." "It wants my seed." "Yes." "Tell me what you want, Y/N." It's a command. Clear and demanding. "Fuck me," you give in. "Please fuck me."

And slowly, he moves deeper. You didn't even think it was possible. He is pushing into your pussy until you are afraid he will tear you apart. "Yes," you cry out. "More. Please." He doesn't answer. Instead, he starts to fuck you finally. He moves back and forth, grinding his erection into your wet cunt. Your juices are dripping down on the sheets. Your thighs glisten with them.

"T-Tommy," you scream his name, trying to brace yourself against the bed, but with every powerful thrust, you fall deeper and deeper. The only thing that keeps you on your knees is his large hands on your hips. "Yes," he groans. "Scream it, love. Scream my name." He moves in and out of you fast and strong. He reaches every right spot with the right strength and speed. The wet sound fills the air, making you more excited. The knot tightens in your stomach. "You are close, aren't you?" He asks almost mockingly. "I can feel it. Your pussy tries to milk my cock, doesn't it?" "Yes," you sob. A thin layer of sweat covers your body, and your eyes roll back into your skull from pleasure. Your mind is clear. But you are far away from forgiveness. "What does it want, Y/N?" He grunts. "Eh? It wants my cum, doesn't it? You want to be filled with my seed until it takes. You want my baby. You want to be pregnant with my child because Sunday mornings are not enough anymore." You can feel him throb inside you. You are not the only one who goes feral by his words. The thought of you swelling with his son or daughter drives him crazy. You could be his sweet little wife. The mother of his children. Always full with him. "Yes," you scream. "Yes, please, Tommy. Give it to me. Cum inside me." Maybe the whole house can hear you. Maybe even God can hear you.

You clench down around him. Your pussy pulses as you fall over the edge. Black dots dance in front of your eyes, and your mind is so far away that you are not sure if you can come back from it. Your muscles are taut as pleasure washes over you, keeping everything out from the world. Tommy's warm shot seems far away, and his groan is just a whisper in the distance.

When you come back to reality, you are on your stomach with Tommy still above you. His cock is in your pussy, still hard and keeping his cum in your tight, abused hole. "It's not over, love," he says. You can feel the rumble of his chest on your back. "You won't leave until I'm sure you are tied to me for life."

Maybe it should scare you. Becoming pregnant by a man who is not your husband can ruin your life. You shouldn't let him do it, but you can't run. He is always behind you, lurking in the darkness of Birmingham.

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders smut #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut

[sleepysnivy]

Here Are 10 Songs That Remind Me of Todd Anderson.

Warning: these get progressively sadder because I picked some of these with Anderperry in mind and…you know how that goes.

1. “Armatage Shanks” by Green Day

“Stranded, lost inside myself

My own worst friend and my own closest enemy

I'm branded, maladjusted

Never trusted anyone, let alone myself

I must insist

On being a pessimist

I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind”

2. “Gloom Boys” by Waterparks

“It's kind of messed up

The only time I write

Is when I'm stressed or sad

And turn out the lights

I'm afraid I messed up

And I'm not worth my blisters

'Cause birthdays and Christmas

Are not, not on my wish list at all”

3. “Everyone but You” by The Front Bottoms

“I fell in love

'Cause no one saw me the way you did

And no one's seen me that way since

But for a short time that's how I lived”

4. “In the Mourning” by Paramore

“And it takes all my strength not to dig you up

From the ground in which you lay

The biggest part of me

You were the greatest thing

And now you're just a memory

To let go of”

5. “Panic Song” by Green Day

“There's a plague inside of me

Eating at my disposition

Nothing's left

Torn out of reality

To a state of no opinion

Limp with hate

Well, the world is a sick machine

Breeding a mass of sh*t

With such a desolate conclusion

Fill the void with I don't care”

6. “My Heart” by Paramore

“I am nothing now

And its been so long

Since I've heard a sound

The sound of my only hope

This time I will be listening

Sing us a song

And we'll sing it back to you

We could sing our own

But what would it be without you

This heart, it beats

Beats for only you”

7. “Ramblings of a Lunatic” by Bears in Trees

“Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth

Wiping dental records clean

Is the carcass even me

Is this catharsis

Therapeutic plunge to darkness

Or elaborating upon my mediocrity

Maybe this is a result

Of me finally accepting

That I'll be alone forever

That I deserve forgetting

It's a pointless endeavour

And maybe it's upsetting

But I've never felt more comfortable

In the concept of things ending”

8. “Saturn” by Sleeping at Last

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left

How light carries on endlessly, even after death

With shortness of breath

You explained the infinite

And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

I couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again

I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen

I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time

That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes”

9. “Vanilla Twilight” by Owl City

“I'll watch the night turn light blue

But it's not the same without you

Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn't so bad

'Til I look at my hands and feel sad

'Cause the spaces between my fingers

Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways

Though I haven't slept in two days

'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight

I'll sit on the front porch all night

Waist deep in thought because when

I think of you, I don't feel so alone”

10. “I Guess” by Mitski

“I guess, I guess

I guess this is the end

I'll have to learn

To be somebody else

It's been you and me

Since before I was me

Without you, I don't yet know

Quite how to live”

#dead poets society #todd anderson #anderperry #sad songs #paramore #mitski #waterparks #bears in trees #green day #owl city #sleeping at last #the front bottoms #lyrics #dps hcs #dps headcanons #dps

[oblivious-nuisance]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

— ft. oda sakunosuke

a/n: ah yes; another day, another opportunity to project all of my ideals onto this man. i am politely asking you to please bear with me. also!! first nsfw alphabet and i'm hella proud of it uwu (oh and did i mention that it's long af?)

warnings: smut, fluff, fem!reader, mentions of breeding kink, size kink, authoritarian kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, degradation, edging, overstimulation, slight mentions of subspace, use of the word "cunt", anything and everything about how intercourse with oda would carry out

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

↳ aftercare KING, he always makes sure that you're well taken care of if you aren't back from that space just yet. will get you a glass of water (and some ibuprofen for your sore muscles if that's the case), draw you a warm bath if you aren't that tired, and will get you dressed in fresh clothes (usually his) before kissing your forehead and telling you how good you did for him that night ♡

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

↳ when it comes to you, he's definitely more of a thigh man (although he might not show it during intercourse, since he loves, kisses and worships your body as a whole)

↳ as for his body part of choice, he really likes his hands ahem who doesn't. he could get off just on the way you writhe and whimper because of his thick digits. and he really likes his dick. i said what i said.

C = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

↳ man's breeding kink's going through the roof, he loves loves loves seeing your sweet little cunt filled to the brim with his cum (seeing it dripping out of your whole gets him hard again in an instant, and although he went slow the first time, he's definitely gonna get rougher the next few rounds yes you heard me, rounds. plural. you've unlocked feral odasaku. good luck.)

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

↳ because the two of you don't usually go out together (for safety reasons), he secretly wishes to fuck you somewhere in public (bathroom, bar, park etc.) and get caught bc he would just keep fucking you, maybe even putting on a little but of a show, he's just that smug

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

↳ i would say quite experienced, but pretty neutral about it (might even get a little flustered if you question him about it though)

F = favourite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

↳ he's a simple man, so missionary will do on most cases. there is spice to it though, bc variations of it happen as well, depending on how rough you two are going that night. knees to your chest? yes. legs over his shoulders? yes. mating press? o h m y g o d y e s.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

↳ he's actually quite serious during the whole ordeal, so you're the one who usually throws in a playful remark, but he's quite flexible. he knows how to read the room and will make a lighthearted comment accompanied by a kiss on the cheek whenever he feels like it's needed

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

↳ oh he's definitely trimmed down there, and he's always trying to be as well-groomed as possible (so don't be fooled by his stubble because he keeps it on just for you and your pleasure only ;>)

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

↳ god, i feel like sex with oda is the most sensual thing ever. he would never be able to get involved like this with somebody if he truly doesn't harbour strong feelings for them, so the act in itself is very special to him, it almost feels sacred. he holds the experience very close to his heart, because it's something that he'll treasure forever. he will always see you as beautiful, the most beautiful being he's ever layed eyes on, and he makes sure you know it. soft praises in your ear, deep thrusts that stroke your sweet spot deliciously, careful, calloused hands feeling you, every dip and curve and edge traced by the lithe fingers. you two rarely have sex, because you mostly make love. it's truly one of the peaks of your relationship.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

↳ he used to do it regularly before you two got together, out of necessity more than anything. now he doesn't really do it anymore, but there are times when he's caught up in work and doesn't, unfortunately, have time to go home to you, so he'll slightly tease himself through his pants, and sooner or later he'll end up with them around his ankles, hand stroking himself languidly as his thoughts are clouded by how either your hand or mouth would feel around his heavy cock. oh and he is so fucking pretty when he does it, his mouth agape, eyes closed and chest heaving, deep grunts and (sometimes) soft whimpers leaving his mouth. really vulnerable when he jacks off!!!

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

↳ biggest one is, by far, his breeding kink. not necessarily the thought of seeing you swollen with his child (although he wouldn't be opposed to it), but just the way you're so fucked out, cum oozing from your little hole as you beg him to "fill you more" with the warm substance

↳ size. kink. i don't care how gentle he is, man's got a massive size kink for sure. i mean, his dick is quite impressive, so why not use it only the way he knows, and that means that he has to push it all the way in. he doesn't usually get off on seeing you in pain, but he can't help but throb when you struggle to take all of him. heavy with the praise as well.

↳ dacryphilia. it ties with the previous one, if you start tearing up while struggling to fit his big cock in your slicked pussy, he gets weak. he's gonna gently wipe (or kiss) your tears away while thrusting into you slowly and steadily.

↳ authoritarian kink oh my fucking god. he loves being in control and gets off on you calling him "sir" (or even "daddy" when he feels like it). seeing you underneath him, so compliant with his requests, trusting him to take good care of you no matter what makes him shudder with pride and pure adoration for your being ("such a good girl, always at my mercy. goodness, my darling, what did i ever do to deserve you?")

L = location (favourite places to do the do)

↳ since the both of you are constricted by the nature of his job, home is pretty much the only place where you two can do it safely. but don't be fooled, because he gets creative. oda really likes doing it on the kitchen counter, and it doesn't really matter if you're facing him or not, he just loves fucking your bains out like this, especially in the morning, preferably before work so he can relieve some tension. the bathtub is a close second, because nothing can compare to you riding him slowly (so that you don't make too much of a mess) or just cockwarming him after a long day, while the warm water and bubbles engulf you both, the soft light and scents coming from the candles only enhancing his senses and making him melt into your touch

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

↳ he's a man of taste, so a nice set of lingerie is always welcomed and appreciated (bonus points if it's red or dark burgundy). oh and teasing him before he leaves for work, praising the way he looks in his daily attire drives him absolutely mad. just tug gently at his tie and start kissing along his neck while running your fingers along the buttons of his shirt (make sure to wear lipstick so that you can conveniently leave a kiss-shaped imprint on his collar that he's gonna have to deal with later) and he's a goner. "be careful what you're wishing for, love. you might need help walking tomorrow morning if you keep going like this." i– sir that's the whole point–

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

↳ he isn't really into degrading you tbh. the most he's gonna call you is his "pretty little slut", but that's it.

↳ oh and i don't see him getting off on edging you either. sure, he will overstimulate you all he wants, because he has to "properly fuck you", but edging just isn't really his thing.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

↳ if he had to choose how he'd go, he would die in-between your thighs, no hesitation. oda is such an acts of service guy, so he definitely prefers giving rather than receiving (but he isn't opposed to the latter, since the image of your pretty, spit-slicked lips wrapped around his cock gets him hard and leaking in a heartbeat). he'd rather hear you scream his name as he's coaxing yet another orgasm from you with his skilled mouth, though <3

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

↳ depends on the mood. if the situation calls it (read: if you're whining for him to go harder and rougher on you), he's gonna make you swallow your words with his new pace. he really likes seeing you all fucked out and stupid over his cock, so he makes sure that you can feel every inch of him rubbing against your gummy walls. most of the time, though, oda likes taking his time, hence he's leaning towards a slower, steadier pace

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

↳ not really a fan of them but if the situation calls for one, he's not gonna refuse. probably did it once while you (somehow) found yourself undercover at the port mafia headquarters and he was on watch (let's just say that he discovered something about himself while the palm of his hand pressed against your mouth to muffle the sweet sounds you were making as his dick kept bumping against your cervix over and over again, your pretty pussy leaving a ring of milky white at the base of his cock, the sounds of skin slapping and rough breathing echoing in the empty office room. he lived for the thrill of it, the fear of getting caught making his blood pump harder in his veins and his length pump harder into your spent little hole ♡)

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

↳ really depends on the situation and if he feels bold enough, usually likes to keep it in the bedroom, but he might bite the bullet once or twice yk + check out D and Q

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

↳ i hope that you're ready to be unable to walk the next morning bestie,, mans ain't playing around. roughly 3 to 4 rounds (with water breaks in-between bc he's a gentleman), might give you more if you're coherent enough to ask and give consent. overall crazy stamina. he's getting ripped tonight, r.i.p. that pussy aye–

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

↳ either very vanilla and maybe owns a pair of fluffy handcuffs (by chance) or has an entire box he snatched from work (the perks of being a mafioso ig) full of vibrators, dildos, whips, blindfolds, handcuffs, gags and all that fun stuff. literally no in-between. if the latter's the case, though, he particularly likes to gag and whip you, maybe having you wear a pair of vibrating panties that he can control from his phone, so that when you go to work after a night of misbehaving, this would be the perfect punishment for his bratty baby. the way he'd overstim you afterwards too–

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

↳ doesn't really have the heart to tease you, but won't get to work until he hears you whimper exactly what you want him to do to you

V = volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make etc.)

↳ not too loud, but quite talkative. showers you in praise. mostly pants and grunts during the whole ordeal, but he's gonna get progressively louder as he starts approaching his orgasm. oh and he makes sure to moan softly into your ear when he can feel you approaching your own climax.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

↳ the first time you two went out on a date you opted for the safety of lupin, and imagine his delight when he found out it was empty. he promised himself to devour you the moment he layed eyes on your outfit that night, so let's just say that he made good on that promise ("shh, baby, you should know better than to moan like that, hm? and be careful not to move around too much, it would be a shame if my drink got spilled, now, would it?" he would mutter against your pussy as you were seated on the counter, splayed out in front of your lover, his mouth buried in your sopping cunt)

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

↳ name something you might hurt yourself riding on. aw lawrd, y'all know what i'm thinkin'? well fuck me if he isn't packing. 8.3 inches (/21 cm), i said what i said. quite veiny, a little bit thicker than average and it curves upwards nicely. slightly darker than his skintone (not too much, though) and the tip is flushed, getting redder and redder and more slick with precum the more turned on he is. literally the perfect man y'all i'm drooling just imagining how it would look like adfdhbdhd fuck

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

↳ he may not look like it, but i think oda's got a pretty high drive. gets quite needy (not as needy as you though), all because he's got a lot of pent-up frustration. (so he's gotta put it to good use somehow, right?)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

↳ doesn't fall asleep before you, he always makes sure that you're tucked in TwT

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[giorno-plays-piano]

The Spider's Bride Part 2

Pairing: spider!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: yandere, obsession, stalking, forced marriage, mentions of suicidal thoughts and breeding (but everything is not as dark as it seems).

Words: 2544.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.

Part 1

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"Bucky, do you have canines?" You asked him in quiet voice, lowering your head to his shoulder and holding your arms around his wide chest while the arachnid carried you on top of his huge spider-like body.

"I do." He answered calmly, heading back to the house.

"Could you kill with them?"

"I guess I could."

You pressed yourself to his back lazily, watching other arachnids and a few elderly dark elves passing by the street, your path lighted with many long intricate lampposts.

"Would you kill me with them?"

"No."

You hadn't seen how he bit down on his lower lip. He didn't like casting so many soothing spells, but you refused leaving your chamber before he sedated you almost to the point of leaving you unconscious. After two weeks you spent in the house, staying in your room most of the time, he needed to present you to the elders to prove he was treating your fairly. They weren't too happy to see you in such state, though you have admitted it was solely your wish to be under those spells. In the end, it wasn't uncommon for human females.

He hated the charms and how they affected you with all his heart. Most of the women he saw when he was a child were always heavily sedated, and not much changed since those times. However, it was better than seeing the unfortunate ones who had lost their mind from all the suffering.

"How do you feel?" He asked the same question over and over again every day.

"Good." You nuzzled against the back of his neck mindlessly. "Bucky, you have pretty hair."

Gulping down, he urged himself to continue walking, enjoying the way your hands were touching him through his leather clothes. He'd give anything to hear those words when the charms wore off.

He knew well you should never get addicted to the spells, succumbing to the calmness they were giving you. But a part of him wanted to listen to you talking so desperately... You had never been so relaxed around him before, even getting on his back without a protest.

"You know, the hair on your lower part is a bit itchy."

"I'm sorry, my love."

"Don't be. I like it, I think." He heard your soft giggling and suddenly blushed, his cheeks burning. It was the first time you laughed for him.

You were so precious, his dearest one, his beloved, the one he'd give his own life away for. Once one of his sisters said he'd go to Hell if you asked, and Bucky agreed to that. He would.

He still hoped you could grow to love him one day. Although the progress was slow, you weren't as hostile as before and didn't cry upon seeing him entering your chamber. Bucky tried bringing you jewelry and beautiful dresses, yet you refused his gifts. However, you seemed eager when he brought you books instead - you read slowly as your stepmother didn't care about educating you, but books brought you joy like no other present of his. You read everything from children's fairytales to pieces with recepies his sisters occasionally forgot inside the books they were giving him.

Maybe there was still hope for him that one day you could accept him, even if only in his human form. It would already be enough for him.

"Bucky, somebody's singing again." You said curiously and peaked out his shoulder, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. "Is it your sisters?"

"I can hear the voice of the oldest one." Bucky agreed, knowing they were coming closer to the nursary cave.

"Who is she singing for today?"

Your question made him stiff. Maybe you were sedated, but he didn't think you were ready to learn the truth or, Gods forbid, see everything with your own eyes.

"The unborn children." The arachnid frowned and kept going, hoping you would stop asking him the things you shouldn't know yet.

"Unborn? Is she pregnant, then?"

"... it's not that easy with our species, dear."

"Ah, yes. It had to do something with the eggs, right?" As he kept his mouth shut, you moved a little and put your hand on his cheek as his eyes flew to you. "Right?"

"Yes, sweetheart. The parents weave a cocoon where they put the embryo, and the child slowly develops inside before they are ready to break free and come out."

"Does it happen to all children or only the ones female arachnids bear?"

"To all of them. Actually, before my grandmother invented this way, the process was different for any mate of ou-"

He hurriedly cut himself off before he would make you frightened again. What was happening before his grandmother invented the cocoons was a nightmare, pure savagery, and he knew it better than anyone with his human mother forced to give birth to him by herself. If only his father didn't make her suffer the horrors of childbirth, she could be alive still. Maybe then Bucky wouldn't loathe himself so much.

"But why is your sister singing to the unborn child?

The arachnid snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to you, gazing at you relaxed expression. Apparently, the charms were still active.

"The children can hear the songs even within their cocoons. It calms then, helps their development, my love."

"Can I see them?"

Bucky abruptly stopped in the middle of a street at your odd request and rubbed your arm resting at his waist involuntarily, enjoying the warmth of your body. He really, really loved when you were curious about his kind, but he didn't know if you could stomach what you asked him to show you. Even though the nursery was the most beautiful place Bucky had seen in his entire life, he knew well it wouldn't look the same to you. Maybe you would be horrified, disgusted, and his charm would fall easier, leaving you traumatized for life.

"Cast one more spell and take me there, please?"

"I don't thin-"

Before he had finished the sentence, he felt a quick peck on his cheek and almost choked on air, unable to believe what was happening. Did you just kiss him? Him, the one who was so revolting to you? Dear Lord, those spells of his were too poweful if they could make you do this.

But he'd lie if he said he wasn't ready to give you whatever he had for just one more little kiss.

"Just one, please?"

"Just one, and we'll leave immediately if you get scared, ok?"

"Yes, I promise."

Gods, you could persuade him to do anything with those pretty eyes of yours. Grunting, Bucky whispered a few words you didn't catch, and his hands stared glowing softly when he caressed your arm - in fact, one simple touch was enough, but he indulged himself a bit more. Your soft skin was so warm...

Listening to your loud sighing, Bucky watched your pupils dilating and ensured the spell was working. Your grasp on his shoulder became weaker, so he carried you to the nursery much slower, observing you if you were close to slip. You seemed so fragile to him now. Before, when he was secretly watching you working from afar, you seemed strong - you carried so much on your shoulders. He was horrified you were treated so badly by your own family, but it seemed you were much more shaken by him, the one who wanted nothing but to cherish and love you.

His goddamn spider body was so ugly you had to take a dozen of spells just to come closer to him.

The cave was much smaller than the one where the town was founded - Bucky would call it cozy since it was way warmer, but he didn't voice his thoughts, leaving it up to you to make your first empression. Apparently, you weren't scared still, gazing at a few arachnids inside the nursery - most of them were singing, but you spotted a few weaving an odd flexible fabric of silver threads. Strangely, the process wasn't revolting at all. You expected the spiders to make the threads from their saliva, but they had carried neet reels instead and did all the weaving with their apparently magical fingers.

"I thought they'd be using their mouth." You said quietly, and one of the women shook her head disapprovingly at your words.

"No, no, we don't do that in public." Bucky answered hurriedly, bowing his head to the woman. "Unless in battle, it is considered inappropriate in our society. Family members could make the threads together if they want, but each arachnid can do it purely by themselves, alone. It is a very private business, my love."

"I see. My sincere apologies, lady of the cave." You bowed your head in front of her, and female arachnid smiled warmly at you, not upset with your words anymore. She pointed to the left, and Bucky followed there, looking among the ones who were singing. They were standing closer to the cocoons, and now you had a perfect opportunity to see how their little ones developed.

Staring at breathtakingly beautiful silver eggs surrounded by the halo of soft light, Bucky prayed to see the cocoon with his own child somewhere in the future. It was scary to even think of that now, knowing how repulsed you felt when you heard him speaking of reproducing.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to have kids at all. If it kept you sane, he would agree to it regardless how badly he wanted to have a child with you.

"They look like angels' eggs." You suddenly said, holding your hand up as if you could touch the pure light.

"What?"

Bucky froze on the spot, unsure of what he just heard.

"Angels. Do you know who are they? They have huge white wings and they are always surrounded by light."

"Yes, I know." He whispered, trying to withhold himself from crying.

Would you tell the same when the charms would wear off? Would you hate him for bringing you here? Would you scream and shout and cry if he reminded you of the cocoons you called angels' eggs?

Before he had sunk into a sea of despair, however, one female moved away from the line of singing arachnids, and Bucky saw a shining face of his older sister. She was smiling at both of them widely, and you gaped at her openly, trying to stand up on his huge spider body and holding his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

"My beloved brother and his precious one." The woman said in a beautiful voice, throwing her hands to the sides as if she intended to give the two of you a hug. "I am overjoyed at seeing you here. Are you giving your betrothed a little tour?"

"I am." He quickly said, smiling uncomfortably. Bucky wasn't proud to keep you sedated and now felt ashamed. All his sisters married their betrothed willingly. "We... we came because Y/N wanted to see the nursery and listen to your singing."

By that time you had been watching his sister with curiousity, trembling on your unstable legs, and Bucky put his hands above yours resting on his shoulders. He wasn't afraid his sister would misinterpret your words or actions - she knew well what you had endured -  rather that she could unintentionally scare you with the way she looked, moved or talked. However, he was proven wrong rather quickly.

"You are pretty." You said, tilting your head to the side. "Much prettier than Bucky. It's like you're made of silver."

He could be offended by your words, but, in fact, he quite agreed to you - Arabella looked beautiful even by the dark elvish standards with her long silver hair covering her back, her body all shining like the webs arachnids were weaving. Even her lower part was more appealing than his since she didn't have much of hair there, and her eight legs looked like they were made from glowing marble. In a way, she looked more crab-like than spider-like.

All his sisters were like her. Bucky was the only one who reminded himself of a monstrous creature.

"Don't judge him too harshly, sweetheart." Arabella sent you a kind smile, knowing perfectly what her brother was thinking about. "Of us all he has the kindest of hearts."

"Maybe you're right."

Slowly sitting down because your legs couldn't support you anymore, you pressed yourself to his back and forced him to move his arm so you could look at the spider-woman in front of you. She didn't look scary despite those long legs of hers, but, well, nothing looked scary to you now. Bucky could push you off the cliff, and you'd fall without much of a sound coming from your mouth.

The woman in front of you looked young, yet her crystal-clear eyes had wisdom in them, the one that was gained with years. Oddly, she looked more human and inhuman to you at the same time. Her appearance was closer to the ones of your kind, but her eyes reminded you of high elves, immortal beings you were lucky to see once. Maybe she was right. If her sisters were like her, you thought Bucky might have the kindest of hearts - you suddenly felt he was more human-like than them.

"If you like my singing, I will come tomorrow to sing for you, dear child. Would you like that?"

"Arabella, I don't-"

"Yes. Your voice calms me down when I cry."

Your lips curled up in a faint smile as you watched her approaching the two of you carefully. Bucky felt an urge to hide you behind his broad back, though it was a silly - his sister would never hurt you intentionally.

"I'll come, sweetheart." Sending him a gentle look, Arabella reached out to lay a hand on your forehead, her skin softer, yet colder than her brother's. "Return home now, you are tired. Sleep soundly, precious one."

Bucky realized she casted a sleeping spell only when you had slumped lower to his spider body, closing your eyes. He shot the woman a furious look, and she pressed her long pretty finger to her mouth, forbidding him to speak when he was ready to snap at her.

"You are ruthless with your soothing spells, brother." Her whisper was barely audible. "They are too strong for her."

"Leaving her to lose her sanity is hardly better." He sounded quiet, but determined. "She asked for them."

"If you were in her shoes, wouldn't you asked, too?" The arachnid shook her head at him. "Do not be reckless, dear. Take her home, give her time, give her space. Do not let her succumb to your charms and do not wish for it yourself."

Bucky went silent, turning back to carefully take you in his arms to prevent you from falling. Resting your head against his chest, he looked at your with a hurt expression on his face. You would never let him come close to you unless you were sedated. What could he do? Arachnids mated for life. He would never love anyone again.

"Do not let it dishearten you, dear brother. She will get better. I feel it in my bones."

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#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #yandere #winter soldier

[seijorhi]

asks :)

y’all know the drill (also y’all need to stop being so nice about settle or i’m gonna cry)

i wonder how long oikawa stared at you and satori when he caught you two sleeping. im sure he was urtterly enamored with the sight 😭😭

👀i like to think of that as the turning point, the moment he decides he’s going to take what he wants

“cradled tenderly as a steady heartbeat drowns out all else and your vision starts to darken” you’re so talented, this line is everything

i love you.

oh my GOD Settle! is officially my favorite fic ever. i’ve read it multiple times by now, i can’t get enough of it 🤧 may i ask some questions? when did oikawa start to fall for the reader/devise a plan to get her pregnant and his forever? also, im assuming Oiks forces you to live with him and his son after everything goes down. Does he take months off work to stay with you at home to take care of you while you’re pregnant? How will he make sure you don’t try to do anything stupid? 🤭 anyways, BRILLIANT work as always ❤️

it’s kind of a slow burn thing. he never hired her with the intention of breeding her - it was just so that he could have somebody watch hatori while he was busy. but he sees how good she is with him, how naturally she seem to fit into their little life - it’s the little things, the way hatori clings to her, how sweet she is when he comes home. she plays the role of mother/wife so perfectly, is it his fault that he starts imagining how it would feel to make that a reality?

and if she fell pregnant during the off season he’d absolutely spend every second hovering over her, but he can’t afford to take the time off if it’s during the volleyball season - he’ll just have to fiddle with his home security system. it’s top of the line, the very best at keeping people out, it shouldn’t be too hard to alter it so that nobody gets in or out. and thank you!!

RHI THAT WAS SO GOOD OML THSNK YOU SO MUCH FOR FEEDING US 🤰🏻🤰🏻💛

ahh thank you, bby!

Settle was sooo good! i can’t verbalize how fantastic it is. When Hatori grows up, will Oikawa convince him that you’re his real mom? next, I’m guessing darling will hate Oikawa for forcing her to become his wife and bear his kids, but how does she feel about your kid (or kids in the future)? will she love them and pretend like youre a normal family? or will she try to run away post birth?

i actually think that oikawa would be honest with hatori (at least about who his birth mother is) you’re his mum, the one who raised him, who loves him, the only one who really matters, but if he asked oikawa would tell him about the fling, about how he was abandoned, how she didn’t want anything to do with him. 

as far as the reader’s feelings regarding hatori and her own future kids go, it’s hard to say. i don’t think she’d ever outright hate or resent them, even if she never wanted them, but they are what ties her to oikawa, so it’s complicated. i don’t think she’d ever be able to hold it against them, and with oikawa manipulating and isolating her, they’re all she has. they’re family, after all

ugh rhi that was delicious. i have some maybe thought provoking questions 😋 what would oikawa do if Hatori’s morher showed back up in the scene? also, does Oikawa genuinely love the reader? or is he doing this for the sake of Hatori to have a mother? as always, thanks for the food bby!

oikawa has absolutely no feelings (at least not positive ones) towards hatori’s birth mother. if she ever showed up wanting to be involved in his life, oikawa’d kick her to the curb. she had her chance, she gave him up and walked away, he won’t let her stroll back into the picture and fuck with the picture perfect family he has. and yes, oikawa genuinely loves the reader - not in a healthy way, but it’s selfishness that drives him to take her

shsisbsish head empty. only oikawa forcing me to bear his kids and become his pretty little housewife

the dream tbh

i’d like to personally thank and say i love you to 🐦 anon for sending in that genius prompt, and thank you miss rhi for so elegnatly executing it 🥰

birdie is a gift and deserves all the praise 

hello!! that recent fic was AMAZING! did the reader not suspect anything when oikawa set a picture of her and his son sleeping as his wallpaper? im sure he was already picturing a family with her by then

she definitely took it to be more of a teasing thing than anything else - caught in a compromising - albeit kinda cute - position by her employer. of course he’d want to embarrass her by making the pic his lock screen. if anything, she likely thought that he’d delete it later, or crop it so that it was just hatori. and thank you, bby!!

oh lord imagine how the pregnancy would be? oikawa as your overly doting and protective soon-to-be-husband and having to still care for his son WHILE dealing with your stomach expanding to accommodate his child and breasts filling with milk? please thats all i want 🤡

oikawa’d be sure to take care of his pretty, pregnant girl - whether she wants him to or not 👀

Settle was amazing!!! I love the way you write oikawa so much!!!

thank you so much, sweetheart!!

idk how to explain it but for me, your writing has a really good balance of dialogue, action, and introspection into the characters' thoughts. it makes it flow really well/ compelling to read!

hhhhh are you trying to make me cry, bby?? 

#ask #BD answers #fic q's #tw breeding kink #tw pregnancy #hhhh i love y'all #thank you for all the sweet comments!!

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Demons - D. Malfoy

Warning: VERY BRIEF MENTION OF SELF HARM

It is currently 1:46 AM here in Sydney, and my eyes are hanging out of my head but here we are. I apologize for any tired typos.

The lovely @starshonerose and I adore Mr Malfoy (who totally deserved a redemption but yknow) and my Slytherin ass just HAD to write something for Draco based off of Demons by Imagine Dragons.

Hope my fellow Potter Heads enjoy.

And to all of my followers, love you and goodnight.

Original story by Sarcastically-defensive17

His shaky hands grasped the porcelain basin. He fought his eyes to remain forward, but every time he glanced in the direction of his arm the toxic symbol stared back at him.

He was forever marked, and there was nothing he could do to defy the branding. Nor could he defy the dark lord.

His grey eyes stared back at him, and he felt sick as he spotted the red veins that stretched across the white of his eyes. They stood out in stark contrast to the purple circles underneath the orbs.

His skin was more pale than usual, almost blending in to his white blonde hair, and in that moment he could only think of two things.

One: how much he hated his father, and two: how determined he was to keep her away from this nonsense.

If he was to go to his death because of his fathers choices then he would do that on his own. He wouldn’t drag Y/N into it and risk the Dark Lord getting his hands on her.

She was too pure.

When the days are cold, and the cards all fold, and the saints we see are all made of gold.

He was surrounded by people who worshipped Voldemort. People who wanted to eradicate all of impure blood and who believed Wizards were superior to Muggles.

He thought the same until she came along.

She was the most interesting Half-Blood he had ever met, and he was enamored by her almost as soon as she sat next to him in Potions the previous year.

He had seen her in the Slytherin common room and in other classes, but he had his head metaphorically shoved too far up his arse to know anything other than his self-absorbed nonsense.

Now, he was her light while everyone around him hailed the worst wizard of all time.

When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale.

Soft footsteps echoed behind him. He knew who it was before even casting a look in the direction.

Of course she would find him, after all, she had access to the prefects bathroom as much as he.

“Draco? Darling?” Her soft voice echoed off of the tiles, and he felt his body relax at the sound of her. He almost turned to her, but he realized the mark on his arm was close to being in her view.

If she stepped closer, or looked in the mirror at the right angle, she would see what he wanted to keep hidden.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He was short with her. He hoped maybe, if he angered her enough she would leave.

Maybe she would leave him. Then it would hurt her less when he met his fate.

He was a death eater after all.

He could selfishly cast her away to make things easier for himself, or he could push her away to save her the pain of losing him.

If she would feel the pain at all.

I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you but with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide. No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed.

She inches closer to him and he made the move to hide his arm from her sight, moving his hands quickly to reef his sleeves down to his wrists.

“Darling, you can always talk to me,” he jumped as she places a soft hand on his shoulder. “Always.”

Her touch sent his nerves alight, and he could feel the warmth spreading through his body. It was a calming heat, unlike the near constant burning that erupted under his branding.

He could always find comfort in her presence.

If only he didn’t feel the need to defy the Dark Lord. Then he wouldn’t be expecting death.

This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come.

He couldn’t stop his body from jolting away from her warmth. It felt unnatural. It felt selfish.

How could he allow himself to revel in her presence when he knew he is hurting her in the long run.

Her mother is a muggle born. The same type of people his father is hell bent on eradicating along side Voldemort.

He isn’t worthy of being around somebody so perfect.

He turned away from her hurt expression, but he could see her lower her hand slowly in the reflection of the mirror.

“Please leave,” he choked out, blinking tears out of his eyes.

She pinched her brows together, walking around to his front and placing her hand on his arm again. Only for it to be shaken off.

When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide; it’s where my demons hide.

He couldn’t bear to meet her eyes. He knew that she could tell he wasn’t okay by his appearance alone but one look into his red rimmed orbs and he would break down. She could always see through the window of his soul.

“Draco, please,” she was begging.

“I need you to go. Please.” When she didn’t move, he knew he needed to try harder. He clenched his jaw, daring to look into her eyes. Her face dropped. “I want you to go. I don’t want you near me.”

She placed her hands on either side of his face, laughing as if he told her a secret joke, “Is this another one of your tricks. Tell me what is wrong, my love. You look like you’ve been crying for hours.”

Don't get too close; it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide.

“There is nothing wrong. Why do you never listen?” He snapped.

Guilt swelled in his stomach as she recoiled. Any other girl would let their eyes pool with tears if he snapped at them. Many girls had many times before in the past.

“I’m trying to listen. Why won’t you tell me what is wrong?” Her voice was strong. She was a true slytherin.

She didn’t buckle under pressure. She didn’t give up easily. She was the strongest woman he knew and he adored every aspect of her fiery personality.

He knew he needed to get her to walk away from him. He needed to make her hate him, so when the dark lord grew tired of him or found out that he loves the daughter of a mudblood, she will be less affected.

“The only thing that is wrong with me, is you.” For the first time, he saw her face shift in emotion. “You’re suffocating me. You’re too needy.”

He was venomous. Y/N’s eyes glazed over before hardening.

“I can’t stand to be around you,” he practically snarled at her but she knew his eyes told a different story completely. He was hiding something, and she was determined to get the truth out of the man.

“You don’t mean that,” he turned to walk away from her, but he tended completely when she clasped her hand around his forearm.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips, and tears flooded his eyes as the burning intensified at her touch.

At the curtain's call it's the last of all. When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl. So they dug your grave and the masquerade will come calling out at the mess you've made.

He always appeared so strong and stoic on the outside, but he allowed her to get to know him. She could see right through him, and at the moment he regretted it so much.

“Draco?” Her time was accusatory and as he turned to face her he couldn’t contain his emotions any more.

“Im sorry. I’m so sorry,” the tears held in his eyes began to cascade down his porcelain cheeks.

Y/N busied her hands with his sleeve, raising it up to determine if there was an injury of some kind. Her mind raced to the worst scenario, expecting to find self inflicted wounds.

Instead, she found something just as bad.

A gasp left her lips and she dropped his arm from her fingers, choosing instead to cover her mouth in fear.

Draco’s knees crumpled underneath him and he let himself collapse on the ground, sobs shaking his body violently.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want it. They made me. They made me do it. They made me do it,” his words blended together, the tone wet through his sobs.

Don't wanna let you down, but I am hell-bound. Though this is all for you, don't wanna hide the truth. No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed...

She lowered herself to the ground, wrapping her arms around his shoulder delicately.

She shushed him in a soft manner, “it’s okay, Draco. It’s okay.”

“You should hate me,” he sobbed against her shoulder, staining her uniform with tears. “I want you to hate me. I need you to not care about me.”

“What did you mean?” She received no answer, so she placed her hands on either side of his - now blotchy - face and raised his head to be level with hers. “You didn’t choose this, Draco.”

“No, but I said yes to what they want me to do. But I can’t do it.”

She fixed her eyes on his grey ones. It was almost as if she could see the internal demons floating through ever bloodshot vein in his stunning eyes.

“What do they want you to do?” Her heart stalled forever a minute in anticipation.

“Kill Dumbledore,” more tears fell. “But I can’t do it. They’re going to kill me if I don’t, Y/N.”

This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come.

The time had passes by quickly, and Draco stood opposite the man he was tasked with killing. His wand was heavy in his palm, and with each second the branding on his arm burned with a more intense ferocity than before.

The Dark Lord had his claws sunken in the boy and there was no escape.

They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I wanna save that light. I can't escape this now, unless you show me how.

Y/N stood by his side, just out of his view. He didn’t know she would be there with him, as he had specifically asked her to stay away.

He wanted to preserve the light within her as long as he possibly could. Even if she refused to leave him after he commits the most important murder known to the Wizarding World.

She watched as Draco battled with himself. She knew he didn’t want to kill the headmaster who had provided him an escape from his torturous family for so many years.

Dumbledore had been a mentor and a confidant for the boy, and it would kill him to take his life.

Draco raised his wand, and she could see his hand shake.

They could both hear the death eaters begin to scale the steps, and if they saw Draco hesitate then it would not be good for her Love.

Instead, she made a decision that would seal her fate alongside Draco’s forever.

When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide.

She raised her wand, cedar wood, 10”, and muttered the most unforgivable of all the curses.

“Avada Kedavra,” green light emerged from the tip of her wand, and she fought back tears as it struck the chest of her headmaster.

The older man fell backwards, gravity taking his body down.

Don't get too close; it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide.

She did it for him. She knew she would never be able to forgive herself, but so long as it didn’t add to the large burden plaguing Draco’s conscience, then she could handle it.

So long as his demons were easier to manage.

“I love you,” she whispered through her tears, holding the blonde boy close as they wept for the death that was on their hands.

“I love you, too,” Draco replied.

No matter how hard he tried, Y/N would stick by him.

She would battle his demons for him, despite her own taking control.

it's where my demons hide

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #slytherin #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry potter #imagine dragons #demons

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #290

“you’re a little pistol, & i’m fuckin’ pistol-whipped.”

What’s the biggest argument you’ve ever had with a family member? Did things ever go back to how they were beforehand? Definitely something with Mom. The biggest was probably in the car one night where she got so mad at me that she tried to kick me out of the car. No, I didn't listen. I don't really remember exactly what we were arguing about... other than it was something small that blew up about bigger themes. Have you ever experienced some kind of natural disaster? Hurricanes. If you have pets, do you feed them human food or do they just get regular pet food? If they do get human food, what’s their favorite thing to have? Roman only gets cat food. He's actually really well-trained about not taking human food after he did once as a kitten. Now he might just sniff around curiously and give it a look, but food can be pretty close to him and he doesn't go for it. Have you ever been in a physical fight? Who won? No. What were you lighting the last time you used a lighter or matches? Probably a candle. What’s the mode of transport that you take or use the most? Mom's car. Are there any sequels to things that you prefer to the original? I'm sure. Oh, Shrek comes to mind; I love the original, but the second is my favorite. What games do you play on your phone, if any at all? Just Pokemon GO, really. I have a couple others up there just for my niece and nephew to play. Aside from family, who was the last person you spent time with? How do you know that person? miss rona doesn't allow "hanging out." Do you spend a lot of money on your appearance? No. Have you ever had a zoo keeper experience or anything where you’ve been able to go behind the scenes and look after/feed the animals? I wish! :( Do you have an item that is your good luck charm? No. Your favorite thing about your job (or school)? N/A Least favorite thing about your job (or school)? N/A Do you have a "funny" toenail? No. Favorite canned soup? Meh, not a soup person. Do you have a particular coffee mug you drink from? No. Your take on declawing cats? It's cruel as fuck and you're despicable if you think it's all good and well to torture your cat like that. Do you have smoke detectors in your home? Yeah. What was your favorite snuggle toy when you were a child? First it was my little stuffed bunny that held a polka-dotted blanket, but through most of my childhood I cuddled a stuffed moose I got from Ohio at Cabela's. Brownie is still on top of my dresser. :') What did you do on your first date? Got Sonic and saw Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance in the theater. I had the weirdest first date in that he invited my mom lmao. I still count it as our first one, though. The last time you let someone go, was it to make yourself happy or them? Myself. Who was the last person that could tell something was wrong with you? My ma. Have you ever thought about online dating? If so, were you desperate? Well I had a long-distance relationship, but it wasn't through a dating app or anything. Had one of those once and am mortified by it (even though no one shoud be), but no, I wouldn't have called myself "desperate." I was just incredibly lonely. Do you try not to take a lot of medicine or do you take it whenever? I just take it if I need it, honestly. I've been medicated pretty heavily most of my life, so whatever. Are you ever scared of people reading your survey answers? I wouldn't put them out there if I was. Would you ever go back to your most recent ex? That's the plan if things go ideally, but I'm not letting my hopes get too high. It'll be nice if that happened, but I'll still live on if not. What’s your best friend’s pet’s name(s)? She has lots of pets. There's Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, Jane Marie, Doris, Buster, Mango, and for her fish, I only know the one pleco's name: Raisha. When was the last time you got a splinter? I'm not sure. Are there any spiders in your room right now? I mean, probably. Somewhere. Have you ever taken a picture while laying in the grass? Not of myself. Who’s your favorite Disney charater? Dory. Are there any framed pictures of you in your house? In family shots, yes. What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Pokemon. Do you and your friends normally say you love one another? Definitely. How often would you say you get sick? Almost never. Let's not jinx it. Is there anything you get for free as a benefit for being a member of something? No. When were you the saddest in your life? 2016 was a year I'd wish upon absofuckinglutely nobody. Do you think bald guys are attractive? It would depend on the person? I don't find them inherently unattractive or attractive. If you don’t recognize the number of who’s calling, do you answer anyway? Nope. How do you pronounce route? "Rowt" What's the last thing you looked at under a microscope? Something during a biology lab when I was still in school. We looked at a number of stuff. Pretty cool. What internet service provider do you have? ... We just moved and changed providers and I already don't remember. Do you ever hear of something disgusting that you haven’t seen, so you go and look it up? This is very rare. If something is *disgusting*, I don't exactly wanna see it. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be? I'd have to think on this. I'm not opposed to a subtle face tat anyway, maybe near my ear or eye. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? No... but I've always kinda wanted a partner to lmao that's cute as fuck. Who was the last person you were “in a relationship with” on Facebook (including anyone you may have put “in a relationship with” for a joke)? Sara. Were you ever “the other man/woman”? How did it turn out? How do you feel about it today? No, and I never would be. What do you think of open relationships? If your partner suggested it, what would you say? Not for me whatsoever, but it works for some people. I'd honestly leave the relationship because I'd feel like I wasn't good enough. Would you ever date out of your race? I have before, would do it again with no problems. Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? Oh, plenty! Did you have a swing set when you were a kid? Yes. Swings were my favorite outdoor "toy" as a kid. What is a book that you really want to read? The Testaments by Margaret Atwood. I fucking adore The Handmaid's Tale and I literally have the book, I'm just too into WoF to make time for it. What is something that you really want to try, whether it’s a hobby, food, etc.? A lot of things. I guess to name one... wow, now that I'm actually thinking, nothing is coming to me, lmao. What sort of things do you like to post or look at on Tumblr? Mark-related stuff, what a shocker. What type of people are you usually attracted to? "Different," but not in a super weird-you-out way. I like clearly unique, truly one-of-a-kind people. What song are you listening to at the moment? "Watching For Comets" by Skillet is on. I'm surprised I feel okay listening to it. How often do you take naps and how long do they usually last? Almost daily. They can be an hour or two... embarrassingly, haha. Who’s one person who changed how you viewed something? Hannah Hart on gay rights. How many pillows do you like to sleep with? Two. What was the best conversation you’ve had recently? I dunno. Have you ever considered modeling? Nooooooooooo sir. When was the last time you did something daring? ME? DARING? Who in the world knows. List five of your favorite foreign foods. Uhhhh. 1.) This requires a lot of thinking and 2.) I'm very uninformed in what is *actually* truly foreign food that I've eaten and not just an American adaptation. I'm not very adventurous with foods, either, especially when I know it's "foreign." What types of seafood are your favorite? I just like shrimp. Do you write a lot for pleasure? I wouldn't say "a lot" anymore. Do you like bacon? Oh yeah. Do you like Rammstein? Hell yeah, they're in my favorites list. Have you ever been to a State Fair? Maybe, but I don't think so. Do you like YouTube? Maaan, I don't know what I'd do without it lmao. If so what's your favorite channel? I like that Mark R. Pliers guy a little bit, and lately I've really been digging Snake Discovery and Hazelnuttygames. Good Mythical Morning/Rhett and Link are deep, deep in my heart still, even though I don't watch them anymore. There is truly a *lot*, it's why I don't need television, haha. What is your favorite small dog breed? Papillons, probably. When was the last time you went through a McDonald's Playplace? Oh yikes, no clue. I definitely haven't ~really~ been in one since I was much younger (uhhhh and smaller), but I do have a faint memory of starting to go in one chasing after a kid. Maybe my nephew when he and his dad visited? idr What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I was never into comics. Do you like kids pop-up books? BITCH you are LYING if you say you don't like looking at the cool effects lmao. Have you ever ridden a camel? No. Have you ever punched somebody? No. Can you sing opera? Oh, definitely not. Who was the last person you video-called with? Have you done this more often since COVID hit? My therapist, and you could say that, considering I never did before because I hate video calls. If you have pets, when was the last time one of them annoyed you? What happened? Roman (my cat) was just playing too rough with my hand. He's always hyper in the morning. When was the last time you took a dog out for a walk? Is this your own dog or did you borrow someone else’s? Wow... it's been many years. I walked Teddy sometimes, but that definitely slowed down and eventually came to a halt as he aged and his joints got bad; he would hesitate going down the porch steps, and I didn't want him to get too tired mid-walk and then have to go up them. Have you ever been the victim of a theft or robbery? What was stolen? Did the police ever catch the person who did it? No, thankfully. Are you a fan of garlic bread? Do you eat it on its own or as part of a bigger meal? Garlic bread would ruin my life if I let it, lmao. It's always a side. When was the last time your area was under some kind of weather warning? Did it end up being as bad as predicted? There was literally a tornado warning three days ago. I don't think so, no, but then again I didn't really look into it. Do you prefer having the blinds/curtains open or closed when you’re at home? Does it depend on the weather or the time of day? OPEN. You NEED natural light, I promise. I used to like my room as dark as possible in my worst times, but I am so glad I cut that out. I like, feel a part of me lighten up when I open my blinds in the morning. Who was the last person to tag you in something on social media? How do you know that person? My mom shared something that reminded her of Roman. Have you ever eaten a Big Mac? No; I don't like lettuce in my burgers, so I'm sure I wouldn't like it. What brand is your vacuum cleaner? I'd have to check. Where was your favorite hangout as a kid? So at my childhood home, down the road was a "stream" (aka a ditch and drainage pipe going underneath the road) that usually had at least some water in it, but if it rained, it really started to feel more like a real stream to us kids because of the movement. It drained into the pond just beyond the woods, and my sisters and some neighbors loved to play around that area. What’s your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni,ig. Which sport do you suck at the most? All of 'em lol. My hand-eye coordination is awful, and hell no can I run. Are you good at rapping? I've never tried, but I'm certain I wouldn't be. I stutter so badly, and it's been getting worse. Can you say the alphabet in more than one language? I know it in German. Do you eat three meals a day? It varies. What do you want out of life? Fulfillment. To feel like I did something worthwhile.

#survey #surveys #quiz #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''pistol whipped" by marilyn manson

[i-got-these-words]

Yo yo, Zack! Did anyone write a kitty MGS fic? I saw your request in your edits and I for one would be interested in reading it. Thanks!

Hey, babe ~

Sorry it took me a while to get around to this ask x

I don’t think anyone has written one and it makes me real sad :( Like, I’m so desperate for it, you know? Something harrowing and smutty, but mostly smutty.

I even put together a little something to inspire the incredible writers in this fandom. It’s not so much a drabble as it is a mishmash of ideas.

Somebody please sate my hunger.

Heads up for strong references to violence.

*

Cold, crisp, callous; a typical Autumn night.

The Hunter’s Moon was a blistering ochre, bearing witness to a scene of carnage. The constellation of Capricornus winked its approval, all but writhing in schadenfreude. The stained concrete, cracked in places it hadn’t been at the beginning of the night, quaked as a taurine bulk landed with a flutter of fall foliage and finality.

He Tian flexed his fingers, palms slick with perspiration and blood – some of it his own, but most of it not.

Shit.

Distracted, he wiped at the sanguinolent spit sliding down his chin. Drank in the sight of the body before him, the start-stop-start end-of-life spasms making the deluge of bovine blood splutter and splash as it gushed through a gaping gash in a thickset neck. And, damn, if that didn’t set He Tian’s salivary glands in overdrive.

Fucking shit.

As the rufescent moonlight adumbrated a pair of curved horns, the half-shifted bull gurgled and gagged. And He Tian took a moment to appreciate how, even in human form, his auditory senses were honed to every little sliver of sound: the stutter of a dying heart, the song of a desperate breath, the squelch of deflating lungs as they drowned drowned drowned.

Fucking shit on a stick.

He took another moment to appraise his wider field of vision, the enhanced stereopsis, how the spectrum of colour had dimmed into dull shades of grey and greyer – save for the blood-red of the moon and the massacre.

Exactly what he needed to catch a skittish, red-furred cat.

Except, at this rate, the chances of him making it to the unrepentantly sordid bar on a barren purlieu of the city were shot to shit.

Slipping his cell phone out of the back pocket of his slim-fit Levi’s, He Tian swiped at the emergency call icon on his screen with hands steadier than they should have been. And ignored how the bull’s spasms had dwindled down to an occasional twitch, its impressive size less imposing now that it wasn’t towering over him. Trying to intimidate. Incapacitate.

Annihilate.

It disturbed He Tian how indifferent he felt.

How he’d attacked without hesitation.

How kill or be killed wasn’t an option, but an instinct.

And how, only half-tranqed, he’d given in to that cold-blooded instinct like it was something he’d done all his life. Or, rather, something he’d been denied all his life.

Until now.

A desolate dial tone in his ear, more deafening than he’d ever heard it.

A flat, facile inflection, less familiar than Qiu’s firm, barbed brogue.

“Are you in danger?” Zhan Zheng Xi asked.

“No,” was He Tian’s response, but it came out as a growl. A voice deeper and more guttural than what it normally was.

Balls.

“He Tian?”

He attempted to clear his throat, but only succeeded in snarling. “I was attacked.” Again. “The shifter’s laid out.”

“Why do you sound–”

“I’m by the Southend Lake,” He Tian cut in. Hung up. Took in a sharp, shuddering breath.

Tart apples and pumpkin spice.

Burning wood and bonfire nights.

Drying blood and a destined demise.

Likely his own if his father found out about this. When his father found out about this. Because Zhan Zheng Xi was newly appointed, and any collared shifter looking to please its human owner would be loyal to a fault, and a stickler for rules and regs.

Ah, shit.

He’d never admit it aloud, but He Tian missed his former bodyguard. Qiu had been a hardass, but the wolf had never given He Tian crap for being curious about his heritage. About the shifter who’d birthed him. Although, admittedly, skimping on tranqs so that the beast within him could skim close to the surface – close enough that he could take down a barbarous bull thrice his size – would have earned him a smackdown.

At least.

Fuck knows what his father was going to do. Maybe collar him like a common shifter. Chain him up and throw away the key. Disown him like the bastard, half-breed that he was.

Who was he kidding? Most days, it felt like his father already had.

But the beast didn’t give a shit about any of that.

He could already hear Zhan Zheng Xi’s soft, stealth steps as he sprinted across the He estate towards the lake. Breath ragged. Heartbeat a stammer.

He Tian didn’t need another obstacle in his way. And he couldn’t be fucked with any further delays.

Guan Shan had been avoiding him for a fortnight; the cat hadn’t been in his usual spot at the bar the last five times He Tian had visited.

Now, with the half-dose tranq wearing off, the beast was so done playing hide and seek.

Crouching low, He Tian felt his calf muscles tense. His shoulders drop. And his abdominals tighten.

He was itching for a chase. A hunt.

And, once caught, the little kitten was going to be fucking devoured.

#19 days #19 days fic #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #shifter au #tianshan #ask-box

[earlgreytea68]

The Omegaverse Lawsuit

Everyone's been talking about the Omegaverse lawsuit recently, which is a little odd, since it was filed in September, but hey, sometimes that's how it goes!

It literally took me a little while to figure out that the names of the book series at issue here are Myth of Omega and Alpha's Claim. Like, I know this is meant to clearly signal they're Omegaverse books, but it just amused me to be talking about Omegaverse and not have it be a ficcy title. It really drove home to me how very, very different fic is as a genre from commercial original fiction, even when they're hitting the same tropes. 

The first thing to note is that the complaint is not a copyright infringement claim. Instead, the plaintiff, basically a writer named Zoey Ellis, is making allegations stemming from a copyright infringement claim against *her.*

The whole thing starts with a DMCA notice. Under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, it's really easy for copyright holders to get allegedly infringing activity taken down: they file a notice. The website hosting the allegedly infringing activity is required by the DMCA to remove the allegedly infringing activity basically immediately. The person whose material has been removed is permitted to fight against the notice, but of course many people don't do that. It takes time, effort, and a knowledge of the law. For a lot of busy, sensible people, it's often not worth it. What this means is that DMCA notices are massively abused. We know they are. Theoretically they can only be advanced in good faith, however. So, if you can prove you've got a DMCA notice that was issued in bad faith, well, that could be a thing. 

Which is what this complaint builds around. It doesn't happen often, challenging a DMCA notice on bad faith grounds, but this complaint goes for it, which is impressive. And they allege a decent case because they allege a DMCA notice was issued for a book that hadn't even been published yet. Knowing an unpublished book is going to be copyright infringement before you've even seen it is a talent that you'd be smart to utilize on winning the lottery (if that’s what happened, of course). 

The plaintiff here did what you're supposed to do under the DMCA if you believe your work is fine and provided counter-notices. However, unlike in the case of the original notice, counter-notices can take months to process and resolve to get the works back up. 

As anyone familiar with fandom can tell you, rumors spread quickly. Once the word was out there that a DMCA notice had caused a takedown based on plagiarism, the allegations say that forums picked up on it, defaming the plaintiff's reputation. 

The complaint goes on to allege a pattern of the defendant Addison Cain manipulating social media for stars and reviews. I know we theoretically have standards for how stars and reviews happen, but, really, it's a dog-eat-dog world out there in book marketing. These are the examples in the complaint: 

Idk, if the DMCA notice claims are true, they seem sketchy, but these communications don't strike me as that bad. The truth is, it's hard to know as an author when you're going "too far." You need to educate people as to what's helpful algorithmically, and upvoting five stars and downvoting one stars is helpful. That sounds like what she's doing, providing information so people know how they can help a writer they love. Presumably anyone doing this would seem to care enough about Addison Cain's books to spend time doing this. It doesn't seem from these excerpts like she's bribing people in any way. The second example seems especially bland to me, like, the reader seems to ask if it would be helpful to mark it "not helpful," so the reader brings it up, and then in response to Addison Cain they seem to say that they're shocked anyone would find the review helpful, which seems to me to imply that their "not helpful" designation was a true reflection of how they feel. Surely encouraging truthful and honest behavior on the part of your readers isn't a bad thing, and surely we would not ask authors to explain to readers how to be mean to them, instead of how to help them. So, I don't know, this part of the complaint strikes me as a little weak. I just don't think asking for people who liked your book to review it as scandalous as they seem to think. Like, their exhibit is titled "Review Manipulation," and it includes things like this: 

(which, btw, afa I can tell, is her encouraging people to leave good review on *someone else's* book)

and

Idk, what do you think? Are you outraged by those? 

Moving on: 

This does seem ridiculous to me. She does seem to think that she was the first to ever write a M/F Omegaverse (which the complaint alleges is provably untrue), but also seems to think that she therefore influenced the entire genre to be exactly like her. Idk. This just makes me think, like, ::raised eyebrow:: Who goes around saying "Oh, you know why that's like that? They're all copying ME!" Idk.

(Incidentally, it's interesting that she's claiming to own the straight version of the trope, that the straight version of the trope is the unusual version, because romance is in the mainstream culture dominated so much by straight love stories, and indeed every love-story example in the complaint is a het example. They use "The Runaway Bride" as an example of an enemies-to-lovers trope, which was SO WEIRD to me, I stared at it and was like, ....but all of Harry/Draco exists???? lol)

Asserting that on its own, though, would just make me roll my eyes a bit and move on. Coupled with the DMCA notice allegations, however, it does make it seem like she's trying to claim ownership over the entire M/F Omegaverse genre.

The similarities listed in the DMCA notice do seem like pretty basic aspects of the trope that I don't think anyone can own. 

(There are more alleged. This is just the first few.)

But the DMCA notice does purport to contain reviews that say the two books are very similar. 

(Again, there are more, this is just a selection.) Part of me feels like maybe these people just haven't read much Omegaverse? Or haven't read fic, so they're not used to how tropes work? Idk. Without having read the books myself, it's hard for me to make this call. (And that's honestly how copyright infringement gets decided. You just have to read the books and decide if they're substantially similar in something copyrightable. Which apparently somebody did because the books were eventually reinstated as not infringing, it just didn't happen in a court of law. If this case goes on, eventually some judge is just going to have to sit down and read these.)

And of course the DMCA notice obviously chooses the most favorable to their cause, because there's also this: 

If the only similarities are the rules...that just sounds like the Omegaverse trope. 

The claims itself in this case are really interesting. It's not a copyright infringement case, because the plaintiff is specifically saying they are NOT infringing. Instead, the first claim is a copyright misuse claim (that you're using the monopoly granted to you by the government in an improper way, usually understood to be anticompetitive in a way that the government didn't contemplate as being part of the copyright grant). These are relatively rare but I think it's the right call, that using your copyright to send false DMCA notices would be copyright misuse. 

The defendant has now answered the complaint denying the allegations. Indeed, the defendant asserts that the complaint is defamatory because it alleges Addison Cain has only filed one other DMCA notice in ten years of being a published author and thus she has not repeatedly manipulated the system to shame other authors. It also includes a counterclaim that alleges basically that this lawsuit has been brought for harassment purposes because it’s expensive to defend a lawsuit and they alleged that online sales metrics tell them that at most Zoey Ellis has lost about $2000 worth of sales.

So that’s where the case stands now.

Other miscellaneous observations:

--The complaint has spoilers for the end of Alpha's Claim which tell me I would never read that book. 

--This is what the complaint lists as the common markers of the Omegaverse trope: 

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You know, people in Omegaverse fics often grapple really hard with consent issues, and I love when that happens, and I'm sad that's obscured in this paragraph. I mean, I know the point of the complaint isn't to talk about the ways in which the trope can be subverted, but anyway.

I'm not a huge Omegaverse person, but one thing I do often enjoy about it is how stark it makes the sexism of our patriarchal society, that the gender that breeds is so devalued and treated as dangerous and cordoned off and loses agency, etc. And then how straightforwardly it often has to deal with that. And I know M/M Omegaverse often skimps on female characters but I also like how much it drives that point home, that it's not a man/woman thing, it's literally just that as soon as someone has to bear the children, that comes attached with all sorts of burdens and expectations. 

And I'm also not saying that every Omegaverse author sits down to grapple with those issues, or should be, or has to be. Just that Omegaverse can reveal so much about how we structure societies. And I'm sad that this complaint is just furthering this idea that fic doesn't really do anything profound or interesting or necessary and is just: 

It's cool, not all fic/writing/creativity needs to serve GREAT INTERESTS, nor should it, but also I think a lot of fic/writing/creativity does, and that gets ignored in favor of dismissing it as frivolous. Idk. Obviously this complaint is not about solving that issue, but it made me think about it. 

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OR. Hear me out. They could get together and just cuddle for 100,000 words and banter and stuff. Just sayin'. Just throwing it out there. 

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I'm honestly really annoyed by this paragraph's wording. It sounds so condescending. "Employed a degree of creativity consisted with other 'fan fictions.'" I hate those quotation marks around "fan fictions," like they're not sure those are a real thing. So-called "fan fictions" (which, who calls them fan fictions anyway? who are they quoting there lol). But also, like, what's the "degree of creativity consistent" language. Like, the standard for copyrightability is that it possesses a modicum of creativity. That's it. It's a low bar. We know the phone book doesn't have a modicum of creativity but almost everything else has SOMETHING. So this strikes me as a little...sneering and dismissive, like, "Well, it's just as creative as other 'fan fictions.'" No. It's creative. Fic is creative. This is creative. It's an entire BOOK, that no one is alleging copies anything other than tropes (AS ALL PIECES OF FICTION DO, THIS IS NOT A FIC THING). It's got plot, characters, setting, dialogue -- none of which are alleged to be copied. So, like, just say it. It's creative. It possesses a modicum of creativity. Move on. I have no idea why that weird "fan fictions" reference is in there, Idk. 

--They've got an exhibit that they claim is Addison Cain online statements about the plaintiff, but I can't make heads or tails of them. They're weirdness about how she's wrote the original M/F Omegaverse, but I don't see any references to the plaintiff author Zoey Ellis, other than very vague references like this: 

I'm a little bewildered by this exhibit. I think maybe they might be alleging that Addison Cain set up fake accounts to badmouth Zoey Ellis but if that's the case it's not clear to me, especially since they've blacked out the account name: 

--This complaint has an exhibit that's basically an expert witness on Omegaverse. I love this so much. :-)

--Let's just enjoy this being in a legal filing: 

--This isn't part of the main allegations. This is apparently, though, the kind of thing that Addison Cain has in the past considered plagiarism. Just a small selection, again, there are more. But:

I have long said that writing a sex scene is like writing a cover letter: You’re trying to convey a very narrow series of events, over and over, and there’s only so many words you can use to do it. So comparing sex scenes like this just doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Sex scenes will mostly inevitably sound similar in isolated sentences like this. It’s so funny, I was just saying to Aja about a gif, “He’s arching his neck to give him access like every heroine in every romance novel.” Because that’s a line we’ve all read in every romance novel.

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Honestly, honestly, literally every single Omegaverse fic I’ve ever read has this exact moment. (And many of them do it better.)

--This complaint has taught me a lot about how much of a kink some people have for being covered in days’ worth of caked-on semen, rubbed into their bodies and massaged into their hair. Really, the complaint is kink-instructive, I recommend it.

--Honestly to me the most damning thing about this is this exhibit where Addison took matters into her own hands to post the similarities between her book and another book, because I’m just not convinced by any of these, and if this is what she thinks copyright infringement is, then I doubt she understands what it is. Bull all these BTBB/TMO comparisons have been her making her case that these two books are similar, and I’m just dubious. And then stuff like this comes up:

Omegas being tired after a heat, yup.

They…both came up with a futuristic device that has a…screen?

She does end with this:

But I just don’t see what she’s claiming ownership of *other than* these really common Omegaverse tropes that I’ve read a million times. (Which isn’t to say that’s a bad thing. I’m a fic person at heart; I adore tropes.)

Anyway. That’s it. That’s the case so far. Let me know if you have questions, because lawyers can be bad at remembering what non-lawyers might be confused about.

In the meantime, I’m going to dig up some Omegaverse.

#long post #omegaverse #law

[pandatowrites]

Oceans Apart

Rating: M

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Relationships: Eren Yeager/Levi Ackerman

Tags: Merpeople - AU, Royality - AU

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a merman called Levi. He was the offspring of Kuchel the Kind, the 23rd Queen of Eamora, one of the seven seas’ kingdoms. As he was the firstborn of the Queen, he was destined to be crowned king of Eamora. Before he could fulfill his promise on carrying on his mother's legacy, he had to find a partner, as he had to continue the royal bloodline. It seemed impossible for any merson to enchant his heart, nobody was able to make his heart skip a beat or two. Additionally, time was running out. One day, however, when Prince Levi was investigating a strange, enchanting sound, he found what he had been looking for on the surface near the shore he was told to avoid.

Read Chapter 1 here under the cut or on AO3

     Once upon a time, there was a merman called Levi. He was the offspring of Kuchel the Kind, the 23rd Queen of Eamora, one of the seven seas’ kingdoms.  

     As he was the firstborn of the Queen’s first partner, he was destined to be crowned king of Eamora, yet not before he reached the mature age of 315 moons.  

     Prince Levi showed interest in various things, not only politics, economics and military, but he also found his love for his folk. His mother made sure that her son grew up to be a worthy king, introducing him to all creatures in her kingdom, whether they were rich, poor, weak, strong, unintelligent or smart. Queen Kuchel made sure that the merfolk she had responsibility for, she swore to protect and care for, led a content life.  

     Her son promised to carry on her legacy.  

     Before he could fulfill his promise, however, he had to find a partner, as he had to continue the royal bloodline.  

     Prince Levi found no fulfilling satisfaction in courting female meople. He enjoyed their grace and their hair, the way their body looked, but that was in no way enough to make somebody his queen. The merman wanted to find the one to spend his long, long life with, and not just a partner to bear him children.  

     It seemed impossible for any merson to enchant his heart, especially since Prince Levi did not possess a great social skill, and neither did he know how to express his feelings quite well; an unfortunate side effect of growing up without a father, as Queen Kuchel had decided to be the only ruler of Eamora.  

     One day, however, when Prince Levi was investigating a strange, enchanting sound, he found what he had been looking for on the surface near the shore he was told to avoid.  

 -x-

     He was holding his mother’s hand, her delicate, almost porcelain white fingers wrapping around his own. She had yet to scratch him with her claws-like fingernails.  

 Levi’s first memory had been one of the many times Queen Kuchel led him outside the castle. They were swimming around at first, it was just her and her sweet, little son, no guards, no advisor, nobody else.

 He had been enjoying all of it, the way his mother would spin him around in circles or the way she would swim little races with him, only to slow down so he could reach their goal first.

 Kuchel was a great mother.

 The greatest he would ever have.

     “Levi”, she hummed, “I want you to travel to Iquira. You haven’t been there in so long, the folk misses you. I’m sure of it.” Her black hair floated over her face, but she did not care. Kuchel loved her long hair, the way it moved in the water. It made her feel beautiful when she was not.  

 How was he supposed to just travel anywhere, let alone this far, when his mother had caught a fatal illness? How could he show himself to the meople, when he did not know how to comfort them, how to comfort himself?

 Petra swam next to him, her bright orange hair was cut short, right above her shoulders, to make her less resistant to the water. “We should arrive at our destiny soon. I think I might see it already, far in the distance”, she informed the prince and both of them started to dive deeper, where the East stream would not carry them anymore.

 “Have you decided on what you are going to do?”, the mermaid asked, hoping for an answer this time.    Levi had not been talking the whole swim, he didn’t even communicate with the dolphins. No chirping, no clicking, nothing.

 “Petra. Stop. You should not lose scales over me”, he reminded her, as he did not want his guardian and companion to worry about him too much.

 “It’s my duty”, she remarked, but, when Levi shot her a warning stare, quickly added, “as a friend.”

 The prince let a pleased chirp escape his throat before turning his gaze away from his guardian.

 Petra’s lilac tail fin pushed her ahead while Levi followed her, watching her caudal fin dance in the water, and wondered whether he should buy her a dark purple ponjro to wrap around her upper body.

 She had forgotten hers in the castle, and he did not want her to freeze so much.

 Yes, Eamoreans were used to the chill temperatures, but it was still an unpleasant sensation to be enveloped by coldness.

 Levi glanced up to the surface, the sky faded from warm colors to a bright blue and dull white, the fluffy bodies were floating in the sea of endless air.

 It seemed to far away, but the sun’s rays still carried their light through the water to where they swam, making his silver scales stand out between the unspectacular blue ones.

 The jewelry on his body seemed to glow in the dull beam, as he was surrounded by dark water, as well; his golden tiara with the tear-shaped opal stone that hang down onto his forehead, and the long, gorgeous necklace with the crowned shell symbol. Levi’s wine red gown floated behind him, it was see-through and light, made of sensitive material the Eamoreans weaved with Atlantiqua’s Hair - a thin, delicate flower that grew on every type of ground, at every temperature and condition.

 When they reached the city, they slowed down their pace. The meople noticed them, bowing for their prince and staying silent to show their respect and devotion.

 Levi showed a slight smile of appreciation, a rare mimic. It was as fragile as an old shell, but as beautiful and graceful as a hidden pearl.

 All the while Petra swam next to him, slightly set further back, as it was not her place to swim next to a prince. They broke the rule when they were alone, as she was his friend, but in public, they were not allowed to show it. Rumors, such as “Bet he wants to breed his      guardian    ”, were bad for his reputation.

 It was a rather small city, but Levi didn’t mind the size at all, he preferred them over the stressful, big ones, because these less populated ones were usually quiet at night.

 Eamori was a beautiful city and he saw it as a privilege that Goddess Atlantiqua made it their capital city, but he detested the sounds of boats. The nightlife could get really       audible    as well.

 Some nights he found no sleep, instead finding himself staring at the city in front of the palace. The colorful lights, the glowing fish and jellyfish, the chirping and clicking of joy and pleasure.

 The merman was not able to do much for his mother’s folk, other than being a good and genuine prince. He prepared himself for questions regarding Queen Kuchel’s condition, when Petra and Levi made their way to the town hall.

 It was an old building, there were some marks and flaws, but as long as it was still serving its purpose, the city’s inhabitants didn’t mind. And Levi did not do so either.

 Yes, it would look nicer if it got taken care of properly, but right now, this was not even close to being a priority.

 Levi and Petra entered, both of them gliding through the chill water, until they found the hall they were looking for, the meryoress’ office.

 “Prince Levi, welcome”, she said when she looked up from her seat and bowed down to show her respect. “Queen Kuchel informed me that you and your guardian would stay in town. We made sure that you had the best rooms in the local hotel.”

 “Thank you”, the one of royal blood answered, nodding slowly while doing so. “We don’t know yet for how long we will stay, but we will inform you as soon as we decided on it.”

 The shell was handed to him, it was golden and actually a little big for a key.

 “I hope you will enjoy your stay, Prince”, the meryoress said with a pleased smile, before glaring at Petra. “And you as well. You must be tired, dear.”

 This time it was the guardian who thanked her before the two left the town hall again.

 They looked out for the hotel, which appeared to be not far away; it was actually just a few fins away.

 “When will we be visiting the villages?”, Petra asked and Levi could tell that she was already planning which streams they should be using to travel the fastest way.

 “I thought about the day after tomorrow. We are going to travel for a flippin’ long time, the distances are not that small. Six villages. Afterwards we can stay here for a little longer together”, he said with a knowing gaze. “You should not strain your body so much, it will be Bailara soon.”

 The merman had intended to travel alone because his guardian planned on spending this year’s Bailara with her mate, Oluo, one of the castle’s many servants, who had courted her last year.

 An exhausted fin was no good for breeding, it should be soft and non-aching. But Queen Kuchel was positive that Petra would be able to successfully grow offspring with her partner either way..

 Needless to say, the guardian was allowed several weeks off during Bailara, the main mating season.

 Petra thought about the prince’s offer, before she agreed with a content smile and a soft purr. “I heard they practice great massages here in Iquira. That would be perfect. And maybe a seaweed treatment? No! Even a sea star one!” Everything to relax and look attractive. She wanted to please Oluo; not that any kind of treatment was needed, the merman was still head over tailfin in love with her. Additionally, Petra was already a stunning beauty. Light brown eyes accented with long, black lashes, sea peach colored hair and lilac scales; contrasts only nature could create.

 Levi did not see what she saw in her partner; he was an asshole, which was quite upsetting considering he was told that this Oluo was impersonating him. Additionally, he had a lot of wrinkles and his fin looked muddy, it was a rather harsh dark green with sharp scales.

 But it were not his stormy grey eyes that had to judge the merman, it were Petra’s eyes that had to be caught up in love.

 “Will you be acquiring a new gown for the speeches, Levi?”, his guardian asked with caution as they reached the hotel. “The one you’re wearing is excellent, but… would you not want one that is more suited? A deep blue?”, Petra suggested furthermore with a sad smile.

 “Why?”, the prince asked, fake oblivion tainting his voice. “To match my fin better? Or to let everybody know that my mother- their Queen will succumb to her illness?” With a growl Levi made it clear that he did in fact not want to think about leaving the gown he was currently wearing in the hotel, the very gown his mother had inherited him.

 Petra should know better, he thought, but he also knew better. She had the best intentions, always.

 The apartment they were staying in was big, almost as big as a servant’s dorm in the castle.

 There was a lot of jewelry hanging off the ceiling, most of it was golden and decorated with red stones or chorals, as well as pearls; just the aesthetic the Eamoreans liked. Furthermore, the pure white shells were accented with tiny bits of coloured glass, creating a beautiful pattern, a mosaic.

 The floor was not made of stone, it was actually overgrown with sea anemones in light colors, soft pinks to mouthwatering oranges.

 In the back there was a huge mirror with strange material surrounding it; something he had not seen before, but Levi had to be honest, he did not expect a hotel to own a big mirror with no flaws.

 He stood out in the reflection; most of the room’s interior was coloured in warm reds while his pale skin and ashy-blue tailfin gave off a cold vibe, creating a contrast. The silver scales, scattered randomly across his fin, shone slightly in the dull light to remind him of his origin, his royal blood.

 “Oh wow, Queen Kuchel did not spare a single Krella”, Petra mumbled and Levi gave a nod in agreement while whistling quietly.

 “She knew we would like this. My mother loved coming to this hotel when I was a kid. It’s… been a while. Some things changed, it seems.”

 The mermaid swam around the apartment, looking for her sleeping shell, until she found it in the next room. Their rooms were seperated with a thin cloth that covered the whole, the passage connecting the bedrooms.

 Prince Levi allowed himself to rest in his own, bigger shell. There was enough space for two people. Good. He needed space and he was not planning on sharing any of it.

 Petra entered the room again and sank to the bottom of it, letting herself be tickled by the sea anemones growing there, and purred, “This is amazing.”

 “You should go rest”, Levi told her, before she could get too cozy and fall asleep on the floor. “Remember. Bailara is starting soon.” He was thinking about travelling without her to the villages.

 Prince Levi did, in fact, not need any help, any form of protection, as he was very well capable of fighting off enemies, whether they were of his kind or not; his toned body, the muscles told no lie about his strength.

 Additionally, he had sharp claws to work with. They cut through flesh effortlessly.

 Petra snuggled deeper into the anemones. “But this is so comfy”, she whined and pouted at the merman. “My shell feels so empty without Oluo by my side.”

 O good Atlantiqua, all these love-sick meople.

 “You will catch the shivers if you sleep outside the shell and I will not pull your sick flute back home”, Prince Levi snarled in a reprimanding manner, his tailfin snapping once against the soft cushion inside his shell.

 The mermaid sighed, which sounded more like a disappointed whistle. “Fine, my prince”, she started, lifted herself of the ground with one swift motion of her strong fin, and continued, “But you should close the shell soon, too. It is getting late. Rest well.” Petra swam out of the room and closed the curtain to separate their rooms.

 A few seconds later, the quiet creak of her shell was to be heard, and with that, Levi allowed himself to sink onto the soft, pink jelly, that adapted to his shape, and grabbed the cover, pulling it down with him until the shell was sealed shut.

 The inside glowed in the dark, bioluminescent filaments of deep-sea anglerfish were attached there to provide a source of light at night.

 It reminded him of home, where he had these kind of strings in his own shell.

#my writing #ereri #riren #merpeople #mer! au #mer!ereri #snk #fanfic #mer!levi #mer!eren

[insanely-creative-things]

Big Hero 7: The Series

Muirahara Woods

(Long Post)

www.fanfiction.net

*A man runs down the street as Baymax with Hiro and Cora on his back tailing him from the air.*

Baymax: Criminal detected.

Hiro: He's heading east!

Cora: Heading your way, go get him Gogo!

*The man runs past the market where Gogo is waiting, after he runs by she zooms after him.*

Gogo: I see him!

*As Gogo chases after the man, he skids down the street and into an alleyway only to come face-to-face with a lizard monster.*

Fred: Foiled! And yes if you're wondering, he can breathe fire.

*The man runs past Fred only to be blocked by Wasabi, and when he tries to turn the other way Honey Lemon's chem ball blocks the exit. A flash of light comes from above as he sees the three heroes coming down towards him. With nowhere to go, the criminal is captured and brought to the police where they placed him in the police car with handcuffs.*

Hiro: Is it me or is this super hero stuff getting too easy?

Fred: I know! I can do this with my eyes closed!

*Fred then shuts his eyes and does a back flip only to face plant right onto a streetlight and falls down.*

Gogo: Let's not get too cocky.

Honey Lemon: Though we are getting pretty good!

*Fred stands up from his back flip fail.*

Fred: Yeah we are! And to celebrate I say we go see Captain Fancy: Dawn of Fanciness tomorrow! Boom!

*Fred pulls out seven tickets from his super suit.*

Hiro: I'm in!

Cora: Why not?

Honey Lemon: Yes!

Wasabi: Sounds good!

Baymax: I will deflate. So no one throws popcorn at my head this time.

Gogo: Can't...plans.

*Gogo zooms past Fred as she leaves the rest of the team momentarily confused. *

Hiro: Wait...what's with her?

Wasabi: Gogo...Gone gone.

Honey Lemon: Yeah she goes off on her own sometimes.

Hiro: Really? Where does she go?

Fred: No one knows! No one dares ask...Actually I asked once. Regretted it. Immediately!

Cora: Wow...

Fred: No one knows, no one dares ask, a second time!

*The mystery of where Gogo runs off to intrigues the young geniuses.*

*At the cafe the next morning Fred is coating his funny side up breakfast in ketchup as it spills everywhere.*

Wasabi: Ugh Fred! Come on man!

Fred: Sorry Wasabi! But you are in the splash radius!

*Wasabi holds his plate to avoid it getting ketchup droplets from Fred's splashing it onto the eggs.*

Hiro: So no one wants to know where Gogo goes?

*The seat where Gogo usually seats is currently empty. Cora snickers to herself as Hiro stares at her in confusion.*

Cora: Sorry Hiro... but you walked right into that one.

Wasabi: Nope!

Honey Lemon: It's really none of our business!

Hiro: Ah come on Fred! You can't tell me you're not dying to know!

Fred: Well, yeah! But what are we gonna do? Follow her?

*This brings up the little devious genius inside him which Cora recognizes immediately.*

Hiro: Well...we could.

Fred: Hmm?... Oh! I see what you're doing!

Wasabi: Guys! No. Boundaries.

Baymax: Setting clear boundaries is one key to maintaining healthy interpersonal relationships.

Fred: You guys are right, totally right!

Hiro: Yeah...

*But Fred's smile signifies Hiro that he is definitely on board on following Gogo. Hiro smirks back as Cora shakes her head in exasperation.*

Fred: OK good breakfast gotta go!

*Just then Hiro and Fred rush out of the cafe leaving Honey Lemon, Cora, Wasabi, and Baymax behind.*

Wasabi: This will not end even close to well.

Honey Lemon: It really won't.

*Cora sighs as she stands up.*

Cora: Come on Baymax, as much as I'm gonna hate doing this, we gotta go with them. Somebody has to bring their corpses' home after Gogo's done killing them.

Baymax: There is a 0% chance that Gogo will harm Hiro and Fred if she wishes not to be charged with first degree murder.

Cora: Next week's lesson will be sarcasm, buddy. *To Wasabi and Honey Lemon* We'll see guys later. Probably...

Wasabi: You know Cora, you don't have to go along with them. No reason you need Gogo to kill you too.

Honey Lemon: Wasabi's right Cora. We know how you feel about being there for Hiro, but you don't need to get yourself in trouble too.

Cora: I know you guys, but you don't need to worry about me. I can handle myself when it comes to Gogo, and besides I can't just let Hiro get into all the trouble by himself, even if Fred is with him, *Smiles and winks at them* I'd be a pretty lousy girlfriend if I did.

*Cora and Baymax than leave the cafe and finally catchs up to the boys as Cora explains that they'll be joining them.*

*Fred calls up Heathcliff to drive up and bring them to Gogo's place where they are holding a stake out.*

Fred: See anything?

Hiro: Nothing yet.

*Cora stares incredulously at the fact that Fred's limo has a built-in hot tub.*

Fred: K, then I've got time. *To Heathcliff* Heathcliff, bubble me!

*Heathcliff activates the bubbles in the hot tub where Fred slips in.*

Hiro: Fred, we're supposed to be watching. Not bubbling.

Baymax: Hot tubs can be breeding grounds for many different types of bacteria.

*Baymax activates the screen on his belly to demonstrate.*

Baymax: Specifically Pseudomonas Aeruginosa. Legionella.

*Fred's immediately shoots his head out of the hot tub.*

Fred: Wait what?

Hiro: There she is!

*Just then they all see Gogo get on her motorcycle as she drives downtown.*

Fred: Heathcliff, follow that Gogo.

*Soon the limo is trailing behind Gogo's motorcycle through the city. The car and the motorbike are standing side by side as they wait at a stoplight.*

Baymax: I will say hello.

*Baymax reaches for the window button to lower it down but is blocked by Hiro.*

Hiro: Baymax no no!

*The window only manages to roll down a few inches before it rolls up. The traffic light turns green as Gogo zooms down to exit the city.*

Heathcliff: Miss Go appears to be leaving the city proper.

Hiro: Where is she going?

*The limo drives all the way out of the city where the scenery changes to dense woods and bright sunlight.*

Fred: Apparently Muirahara Woods come on, there's a sign right there! I thought you were a genius.

*The limo parks next to Gogo's motorbike where the great woods stand tall and strong. Cora looks in awe over her new surroundings as the wind blew gently, giving her a new sense of spirit...Hiro however, is not so enthusiastic about the new change of scenery.*

Hiro: Bleh! Why would she come here? Why would anyone come here?

Baymax: Muirahara Woods National Park is an ideal place to learn about nature first hand. It is home to many types of plants and animals.

Fred: And the Hibagon.

Cora: Hiba-what now?

Fred: You know, the Hibagon? The mysterious creature that roams the woods? It's said to be nine feet-tall with a wild mane of chocolaty brown hair! And feet the size of a foot-long sandwich.

Hiro: *Non-believing* Foot-long feet? Really?

Fred: Uh yeah! Someone totally got a picture once.

*Baymax's belly that was showing wildlife soon turned to a black and white photo of a blurry silhouette.*

Fred: See?

Hiro: Fred, that is so blurry it could be anything.

Cora: At least with Globby the photo was clear.

Hiro: Let's focus on Gogo.

Fred: Fine, we'll solve the mystery of where Gogo goes and maybe, just maybe, we'll run into the chocolaty haired beast! Heathcliff towel me!

*After Fred is properly dressed, the four begin their search for Gogo. They watch as Gogo walk down the trail from a large three-trunk tree, but Baymax chose to hide behind a much thinner tree.*

Hiro: *Whispers* Baymax!

*Just then a cloud of insects show up out of nowhere and surround Hiro's face.*

Hiro: Phew Oh Ga Ah! Tiny Bugs!

*Hiro jumps down from the tree as Cora follows closely behind.*

Hiro: They're in my mouth!

Fred: Woah! So many of them! Ooh ooh! I think they're trying to tell us something... Look they're forming the letter G!

Baymax: Gnats swarm in order to fulfill their biological imperative to reproduce.

*Cora looks at the swarm as her mind enters the twilight zone, trying to comprehend that these tiny bugs are mating...in front of Hiro's face.*

Hiro: Unnecessary information Baymax!

*Hiro trips on the root of the tree and falls into the mud.*

Baymax: Whoops-a-daisy.

Hiro: Ow.

*Baymax activates his signature chart.*

Baymax: On the scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?

Hiro: No pain. My gross out level is at eleven.

*Baymax pulls out a small hose in his hand to clean the mud off of Hiro.*

Fred: Hiro, Hiro, Hiro. This is the great outdoors! Look around, take it all in! Behold Nature's majesty!

*Fred then steps on a bear dropping which he then uses a stick to clean out his shoe.*

Hiro: No thanks, I think I'm more of a city guy.

Fred: Yeah but, you went to camp right?

Hiro: *As he squeezes the water out of his hoodie* Fred, I've never been out of San Fransokyo.

Fred: What never? Oh Hiro, you missed out my friend! Camp was the best! We learned how to make lanyards, we learn how to make fires out of dry grass, and lanyards?

*As Fred spoke he was inadvertently waving his stick closer to Hiro as the teen tries to avoid getting hit by it.*

Fred: *Turns his attention to Cora* What about you Cora?

Cora: Fred, I've been home-schooled all my life remember? The closest I've ever got out of San Fransokyo was the beach.

Fred: Oh yeah, right well that's understandable. But Hiro, even Tadashi loved going outdoors once in a while!

Hiro: *Surprised* Wait? Tadashi loved going out to this place?

Fred: Well, yeah. Said it soothed him and that it always helped him relax when he needed to take a break away from the city.

Hiro: *Not knowing how to respond to this newly-learned fact about his brother, he changed the subject and started to follow after Gogo again*...Come one, we better catch up to Gogo before we lose her.

*Cora and Fred exchanged a quick glance at each other before following after Hiro with Baymax. The four went on to continue following Gogo, staying behind a boulder.*

Hiro: *Whispers* We can't get too close or she'll see us.

Fred: Roger that, operation 'Follow Gogo' is a go! Except...

Hiro: What?

Fred: Uh There's... a really big bug on your face. Just one though.

*That's when Hiro notices the large beetle on his face.*

Hiro: *Freaking out* What?!

Baymax: Scanning. Phanaeus Vindex, also known as the dung beetle.

Hiro: *Still freaking out* Get- It's on my face!

Baymax: Phanaeus Vindex is not poisonous.

Hiro: *Still freaking out* Get it off anyway!

*Fred slaps Hiro hard in the face which causes the dung beetle to fly off and Hiro to fall to the ground.*

Hiro: *Soft* Ow...

Fred: Sorry, I panicked.

Cora: Hey guys look!

*The three turn to Cora and see the teen girl being surrounded by butterflies as some even rest on her shoulders, arms and head.*

Cora: *Giggles happily* I think some of them are Honey Lemon's butterflies.

Hiro: *Instantly forgetting about the pain he's currently feeling after being slapped as he blushes and smiles a little in a daze from watching this scene* Cute, really cute... *Than shakes his head to get back to the matter at hand* But uh, w-we better get going.

*Cora sighs as she moves her arms to spook the butterflies off of her.*

Cora: *Waves goodbye at the butterflies before leaving* Bye bye butterflies.

*After Cora was butterfly free, the four head towards the tallest tree where Fred climbs to the top and starts searching for Gogo.*

Fred: Uh Hiro, Cora? You guys better get up here! It's weirder than we ever could have possibly imagined.

*Cora struggles a little bit before she successfully gets to the top while Baymax lifts Hiro up into the tree.*

Hiro: On my way!

*The two teens get to the top of the tree and immediately spot Gogo. The cool biker speed addict is sitting down on a boulder in a stream, she has binoculars and a book beside her.*

Hiro: What's she doing?

Fred: She's...looking for something..wait..hidehidehide!

*Fred, Hiro, and Cora immediately duck for cover as Gogo's binoculars were at their direction, just then Gogo hears a sound coming from afar. The noise came from a woodpecker doing what it does best, pecking wood.

Hiro: *Notices the woodpecker too and takes an observant guess as to what she's doing* I think she's...bird watching.

*Gogo then sketches the woodpecker in her book. Cora looks in awe over the fact that someone like Gogo had something that made her sit so still, especially with Gogo being infamous for loving speed. This brings back memories of her seashell collection and art that she developed as a toddler when her family would go to the beach. Fred slowly scooches on the branch to meet with the squirrel. *

Fred: Hey little guy,

*The squirrel scurries off as Fred spots from the distance a strange silhouette. When Fred got a closer look, he realizes that the figure is an exact match of-*

Fred: *Eyes widen* The hiba -

*But the branch where the three are on could not support their weight any longer as it suddenly breaks off, resulting in the three landing in the water. And Gogo continues bird watching unaware of the four that followed her are now currently in the river. Fred and Hiro splashed around as Cora tries to grab Hiro and Fred and get them to shore.*

Cora: Current...is too strong! *Gasp* Baymax help!

*Baymax immediately jumps into the river where he grabs the three in his arms.*

Baymax: I have got you.

*But the four are dragged down by the current faster than they could ever imagine. As they fall off a few small waterfalls, Baymax spots large rocks in their way up ahead.*

Baymax: Oh no.

*The boys scream as Cora holds on tightly to Baymax.*

Baymax: *Starts to glitch* There are large radishes ahead.

Cora: Radishes?!

Hiro: You mean rocks?

Baymax: *Still glitching* Yes, R-radishes.

Cora: Baymax, now is not the time to start glitching out on us!

Hiro: Something's wrong!

Baymax: Yes. We are go-go-going to hit those radishes.

*Fred then spots something that could save their lives.*

Fred: Hiro! grab that branch!

*Hiro immediately latches onto the branch with Fred, Cora, and Baymax latching onto each other in hope to reach shore. Once they successfully get on dry land, the three collapse on the ground trying to catch their breathes over the whole ordeal.*

Fred: that was...uh...not as fun as I thought white water rafting was supposed to be.

Hiro: Where are we?

Fred: I'll call Heathcliff.

*But when he brings out his phone to call, he notices that the phone has no service and is glitching.*

Fred: Weird, my phone's acting crazy.

*Cora pulls out her phone to see it acting just like Fred's.*

Cora: Mine too.

Hiro: That's not the only crazy thing.

*Baymax is currently talking to a tree with a glitched-out voice.*

Baymax: HEllo-lo-lo. I am Baymax.

Fred: OK, why is he talking to a tree?

*Hiro and Cora walk over to Baymax to see why their huggable nurse bot is acting so strange all of a sudden.*

Hiro: What's going on buddy? Oh uh! Wet circuits right?

*Hiro and Cora push their faces into Baymax's vinyl body only to see that it's completely dry on the inside.*

Hiro: Oh, it looks okay.

Cora: So if the circuits aren't wet, why is he acting so strange?

Baymax: On a scale of one to-to ten, how would you rate your p-p-pineapple?

Hiro: I think we better get you home.

Cora: Agreed, we already got what we wanted.

Baymax: Clear!

*Baymax activates his defibrillators but Hiro and Cora stop him.*

Hiro: Baymax! Woah woah woah stop!

Baymax: Stick out your tongue and say AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*Baymax continues on as the other three think over on what to do.*

Hiro: Uh what are we gonna do? We're in the middle of nowhere!

Fred: Calm down Hiro, I bet Heathcliff is looking for us right now.

*Heathcliff is in the hot tub listening to disco music, enjoying his self-proclaimed day off.*

Hiro: How would Heathcliff even find us? We're miles down river from where we started! No one knows where we are.

Fred: Maybe Gogo saw us when we were hiding from her!

Hiro: Yeah! Gogo! She can't be that far!

*Cora climbs up a tree as the three teens begin to call out Gogo's name in hopes that she'll find them. But as they were shouting, Baymax wanders off unbeknownst to them. Cora gets tired of screaming her lungs out and climbs down to drink from the stream, but when she gets down...*

Cora: Uhh guys? Baymax is gone.

*Fred and Hiro stopped shouting as they turn to see that their nurse bot is indeed nowhere in sight.*

Fred and Hiro: BAYMAX!

*The bright day soon turned to evening as Gogo arrives at the lab back from her bird watching.*

Gogo: Hey guys.

Wasabi: You're in a good mood, which is surprising given the fact that Hiro, Cora, and Fred followed you.

Gogo: What?

Honey Lemon: We told them not to but-

Gogo: They followed me? Are you sure? I didn't see them.

Honey Lemon: I think so, I mean they've been gone all day.

Wasabi: I'll just pin their phones.

*Wasabi types in the computer but found no information.*

Wasabi: They're dead.

*Honey Lemon gasps as Gogo's eyes widen in shock.*

Wasabi: Oh sorry, their phones are dead.

Gogo: Try last known location.

*Wasabi types down the last known location of their phones and found the results.*

Wasabi: Muirahara Woods? Why would they- Ooh! That's where you go.

Gogo: And?

Honey Lemon: And it's getting dark.

*The forest slowly begins to fade to darkness as the sun lowers down. Hiro, Cora, and Fred continue their search for Baymax, worried about what would happen to the robot.*

Hiro: Baymax? Where are you buddy?

Fred: Come out! Come out wherever you are!

Cora: Where are you Baymax? Baymax?

Fred: Wait, what if the Hibagon got him?

*They hear a rustling coming from the bushes in front of them.*

Hiro: What was that?

Fred: Maybe it was the Hibagon!

*The bush continues to rustle as Hiro tries to distance himself from whatever is moving the bush.*

Fred: Hibagon?

Hiro: Or maybe it's Baymax?

*To their terror and disappointment they see a large bear emerge from the bushes.*

Cora: OR it could be a giant bear!

Hiro: I..really..hate this place.

*The three stand still in fear before they scream in fear for their lives. Just then a man with wild unkempt brown hair wearing tattered clothing and holding a long stick in his hands.*

Wild Man: Time out bear! You've got every right to attack these... fools. But I have every right to defend them! It's your choice.

*The bear stand up on its feet*

Fred: Don't give him a choice!

*The wild man climbs up to the boys' shoulders.*

Wild Man: Hold still. You must intimidate the bear, it is the only way.

*The wild man shakes his head to make his unkempt hair even wilder. He then gives his best roar to which causes the bear to leave.*

Wild Man: You never saw me!

*The wild man jumps up and lands behind a boulder.*

Fred: What was that?

Cora: I'm not the only one who saw that right?

Hiro: Wait! We need your help, we're lost! And none of our gear works!

*Just then it's revealed that the wild man is riding on a moose.*

Wild Man: That's 'cause of Bessie.

Hiro: Umm, w-who's Bessie?

Fred: The moose, obviously.

Wild Man: No, not the moose ya dum dum- The bear!

Cora: The bear was Bessie?

Wild Man: The bear is behind you.

*The bear charges towards them but the three friends immediately hop on to the moose as they go riding into the sunset to escape. Cora breathes heavily as she tightly hugs Hiro from behind at the entire ordeal, wondering if they'll ever find Baymax and leave the woods alive. Hiro takes hold of one of her hands that's clinging onto him to comfort her. But as the sunlight finally disappears to give way to night, Hiro looks up to the sky and is awestruck by what he sees.*

Hiro: *Nudging Cora before pointing up to the sky* Cora look!

*Cora follows her gaze to where Hiro is pointing at and found herself gasping in wonder. The sky became bejeweled with millions of stars surrounding the bright pale moon.*

Fred: *Nudging both of the young geniuses* Told ya you missed out.

Wild Man: Come on now, we gotta get some shelter for tonight.

*They continue riding the moose until they came upon a very impressive-looking tree house.*

Fred: Woah!

Hiro: This is your house?

Wild Man: Oh it's not mine.

Fred: Wait then...who lives here?

Wild Man: Well I do...but it belongs to the woods. I just mind it.

Cora: But do you know who built it?

Wild Man: Can't say that I do. When I found this place, no one was home. Looked like whoever built this place hadn't lived here for quite some time, but it has all the necessities I needed to survive, but I was careful not to mess up their rooms. Want to come up and take a look-see?

Cora: Rooms?

Wild Man: Yeah...it's hard to explain it...

*The four got off the moose and walk towards the base of the tree.*

Hiro: Actually we need to find- Woah!

*As it turns out, they had stepped into a makeshift elevator that brings them up to the house.*

Wild Man: I don't get to show off too much. It's a downside to the hermit lifestyle.

*When they finally reached the top, they find that the interior is just as impressive as its exterior. To Cora it reminded her of the traditional Japanese homes she saw in the history books.*

Fred: Oh my goodness! Look at these original hardwood floors.

Hiro: Fred. Baymax.

Fred: I know! But tree house! Look, original hardwood everything!

Hiro: Wait! Maybe I can spot him from up here.

*The wild man puts some fireflies onto a lantern to brighten up the room as Cora looks at the tree with pinned newspaper clippings of a person. Fred takes notice too and reads the paper out loud.*

Fred: Ned Ludd the real estate king? The one who went bats and disappeared?

*The glare from the wild man answered Fred's question immediately.*

Fred: Oh this is you isn't it?

Ludd: Oh don't bother me non, there're people think I'm crazy. But after what happened to me ya see, bunking here was, well the only sane thing to do. I was young, full of fire, obsessed with getting mine, well I had big plans for-

Hiro: Mr, Ludd sorry to interrupt but our friend-

Ludd: Can't you see I'm holding the story snake? It's my turn to talk.

*The snake in question is a green snake with yellow diamonds on its back*

Cora: Sorry sir.

Ludd: Where was I? Ah! I had big plans for Muirahara. Tear it all down, until one night fate had a different plan, it looked like I was a goner, done for. But then, I was saved-

Hiro: Great story. But we really need to-

*The snake hisses at Hiro.*

Ludd: I was saved by nature itself. And it was in that moment I realized I was not meant to cut down the wood no. I was meant to live in the wood away from the big city, away from the all things techno-illogical. It was not easy though, I had some trouble and couldn't tell a difference between blueberries from deadly nightshade, but then I found this place! I went up and found the house empty, as if it had been abandoned for years. I found their old stuff and they have helped me ever since... and now I live here with Bessie.

Fred: Still not clear on this 'Bessie'.

*Ludd walks between them as he pulls back the curtain to reveal that the giant meteorite glowing green from the story is the one named Bessie.*

Fred: Oh! Bessie's the meteorite. Got it, makes total sense.

Hiro: The magnetic field from- uh Bessie, must be what killed your tech, and ours. Baymax...That's what wrong with him.

*But before Hiro could touch the meteorite, Ludd shields 'Bessie'.*

Ludd: Hands off *To 'Bessie'* That's a good girl Bessie.

*Ludd continues to coo at the meteorite much to the three teens disturbance as Cora than takes notice of a trunk that's sitting off to the side.*

Cora: Um Mr. Ludd? Is it alright if I open the trunk over there?

Ludd: *Waves her off giving her the go-ahead as he's still cooing at 'Bessie'* Go ahead girly, it wasn't really my stuff anyway.

*Cora walks over to the trunk, opens the latches and lifts the lid up to reveal its contents. Inside is a large leather bound book, the cover showing a little damage but serviceable. Cora then looks at the rest to find simple Kimonos of a grown woman and a young child. Cora reaches inside to grab the book and along with it, a simple hand-made doll.*

Cora: Did a family live here before you found it?

Ludd: *Finally stop cooing at 'Bessie' and goes over to Cora* I supposed so. As I said before, I can't say for sure who lived here before me. But if I had to take a gander, it must have belonged to a mother and daughter at some point before they just up-and-vanished completely. That book you got in your little hands is what saved my life many a times. One odd thing about that book though.

Cora: *Looks up from the book* What's odd about it?

Ludd: *Sounding ominously mysterious* Seems that there's a page missing from that there book. The page before it explains a very odd-sounding medicine or something of the like, but before it can even explain what it's used for or even list the ingredients needed to make it, it just cuts off completely. Almost as if the person who wrote it took it out of the book so that it don't fall into the wrong hands if you know what I mean. *But then shrugs as he finishes* But it's just a guess at best.

*Cora looks downright confused and unnerved at what Ludd had just told her about the book. But then opens it up and begins to look through its pages trying to find the missing page he mentioned. As she's doing this, Hiro walks over to her while she reads it. The book has a list of herbs, plants and roots specifically used for medicine for almost any type of infections and so forth.*

Cora: *Fascinated* Huh, wow... This herbal medicine book is actually pretty cool.

Hiro: How? We developed modern medicine for a reason.

*Cora simply rolls her eyes as she reads the chapters looking for the missing page while lightly stroking the drawings and dried plants in it.*

*Meanwhile, Baymax is sitting high up in a tree on a branch next to an owl. The owl and the robot blink at each other before the owl flies off.*

Baymax: *Still glitching* Goodbye Honey Lemon.

*Back at the tree house, Ludd serves three warm cups to the tired teens.*

Hiro: Listen, our friend-

Fred: Quick question have you ever seen the Hibagon?

Hiro: Fred!

*Ludd mutters to himself while feeding the critters hiding in his beard before he gives his answer.*

Ludd: Boo! *laughs* You're looking at him!

Fred: *Shocked* WHAT?!

Ludd: I like people thinking there's a big ol' boogie man roaming around in the wood. Keeps those dum dums away.

Fred: Sure, yeah. That explains a lot actually.

Ludd: *To Cora* Looks like you can't put down that book girly!

Cora: It is a little fascinating. I mean, I'm still looking for that missing page you mentioned before. But all these herbs and roots have all these properties that no modern microscope can see. It's incredible! Whoever wrote this definitely knew their stuff and knew exactly what to do with it too.

*Hiro is trying to use his phone to test out his theory about the meteorite causing the interference and glitching, much to the displeasure of Ludd/Hibagon.*

Ludd: Technology. Humanity's worst idea ever.

*Ludd pulls a lever behind him to drain the sap from the tree.*

Hiro: That's not true, some technology is good, it helps people.

Ludd: Pfft! Helps people. Technology doesn't help people. More sap?

*Hiro and Fred look at their cups hesitantly while Cora took a sip of the sap.*

Hiro: Speaking of help uh we really need yours! Our friend is lost in the woods and we need to find him.

*Ludd finishes drinking his sap before standing up and walking outside.*

Ludd: What are y'all doing sitting there? Lets go! And Girly bring the book! Who knows what damage he's gone through already.

*Baymax walks across a fallen tree over a river as he continues speaking to himself.*

Baymax: Hello-hello- I am Baymax. Companion. Your personal healthcare.

*Baymax grabs onto the log when he lost his balance, he then spots two does drinking from the river.*

Baymax: Hello. I am Bay-Bay-Bay-Bay-Bay

*Somewhere else in the woods, Gogo, Honey Lemon, and Wasabi are searching for their missing friends. Gogo is trying to use her phone to call them but it has no signal.*

Gogo: I'm not picking up anything.

*It is then Wasabi made the bold decision to ask Gogo why she would go to Muirahara Woods of all places.*

Wasabi: So...why the woods?

Gogo: *Sighs*... I like to go bird watching OK?! It relaxes me!

Honey Lemon: Ooh that sounds fun! Maybe I can come sometime-

Gogo: No. It's my alone thing. Just like how Tadashi's alone thing was coming out here to go stargazing.

Honey Lemon: *Surprised to hear this* Wait, Tadashi used to come here too?

*But before Gogo could answer, Wasabi spots a very familiar necklace clinging to a rock on the river.*

Wasabi: Guys... It's Fred's..

Honey Lemon: They were here!

Gogo: Look!

*Down the stream they see a broken branch in the water, most likely where the four had fallen down and carried off by the stream.*

Wasabi: Since Baymax isn't here I'll just say it...Oh no.

*Meanwhile, Baymax had angered a swarm of bees because he took their beehive and impaled it with a branch, leading the bees to swarm and cover Baymax's vinyl body.*

Baymax: I cannot De-deactivate until you say you are mortified with your hair.

*Hiro, Cora, and Fred follow Ludd through the woods to locate Baymax, and Ludd's methods of finding their friend are through sniffing the ground and tasting the dirt. After Ludd did that, Fred went over to Ludd's place and licks the dirt too to see how Ludd gets through with his strange search antics.*

Fred: Ack! Um, quick question. What exactly should I be tasting? Because I'm picking up the fainest hint of*Licking the dirt again*... dirt? Yeah, definitely mostly dirt.

*Ludd looks closely at a broken twig in the bush, indicating that their friend had passed through here recently. He pushes aside the leaves to reveal Baymax sitting between flower bushes where he is currently gently petting a flower.*

Baymax: Good Doggy.

Hiro: Baymax!

Cora: You're alive!

*Hiro and Cora run to Baymax to give him a big hug. Baymax then pats their heads.*

Baymax: Nice Kitties.

*This however, is upsetting to Ludd.*

Ludd: Your 'friend'...is a Robot?!

Hiro: A good robot, he helps people.

*But Ludd backs into the bush*

Ludd: No such animal is a 'good robot'!

Fred: Is he trying to scare us because... Mission accomplished.

*The Ludd's voice is heard through the trees.*

Ludd: You know what I think? I'm gonna boot him over a cliff! That's what good ol' Bessie would want me ta do.

*Suddenly a rope vine is launched to Baymax's legs and drags him.*

Baymax: Goodbye.

*Ludd then pulls out a second rope that traps the trio while Ludd takes away Baymax.*

Hiro/Cora: Baymax!

*Gogo, Honey Lemon, and Wasabi walk down the dark path in the woods with the only light being a flashlight. The darkness of the forest of course frightens Wasabi.*

Wasabi: So do you know where we are?

Gogo: Nope, I've never been this far in before.

Wasabi: Why not? When it's still warm and inviting...

*Just then Gogo's flashlight flickers before it completely goes dark.*

Gogo: Come on... That was weird.

Wasabi: I am not liking this!

*Honey Lemon is staring at her phone and sees it glitching out like Gogo's flashlight.*

Honey Lemon: My phone's acting bizarre too.

Gogo: What is going on?

*The noise of leaves rustling alerts them immediately.*

Wasabi: It's a bear! This is it! This is how it ends! Not with a bang, but with a bear!

Gogo: Wasabi, stay calm and back away slowly...

*But then the noise of leaves rustling changes to a familiar voice.*

Fred: HELP!

Wasabi: Fred! Uh...is there-is there a bear in there?

Gogo: Ugh, come on.

*The rescue trio went into the bushes to find Hiro, Cora, and Fred hanging in the net.*

Honey Lemon: *Gasp* You guys are OK! Kinda...

Wasabi: Plasma blade would be handy right now..

*But Gogo's switchblade quickly takes care of that. As she cuts through the net, Hiro, Fred, and Cora couldn't help but feel guilty over their first intention.*

Hiro: Hey Gogo...

Gogo: We'll have a convo about privacy later... but for now I'm just glad you're alive.

*After Gogo cuts the net, the trapped trio all fall down with a thud before standing up.*

Honey Lemon: Where's Baymax?

Fred: The crazy wilderness real estate developer got him!

Wasabi: What?

Fred: It's a long story.

Gogo: Which way did he go?

Hiro: I-I don't know! Where do we even start?

Gogo: Come on stop it. You'll think of something.

Hiro: Nothing works out here! And this Ned guy, he knows the woods like the back of his hand and we're...we're lost!

Gogo: So improvise. Baymax needs you.

Hiro: We'll we could uh...*frustratingly groans* except for Bessie!

Wasabi: Bessie, whose Bessie?

Fred: Weirdest part of the long story.

Hiro: Wait! That's it! Gogo, can you make a fire?

Gogo: Sure...

*After picking out a spot to set up a fire and Fred finally telling the long story, Honey Lemon notices something in Cora's hands.*

Honey Lemon: 'Scuse me a moment, but I just noticed... Cora, why do you have an old book?

*Cora looks down to see that she still held onto the herbal book after all this time.*

Cora: *Sheepishly rubs the back of her head* Oh yeah..well you see this*Holding up the book* is another part of the long story Fred was talking about.

*Cora flips to the very first page and widens her eyes.*

Cora: *Softly* What the...

Fred: Yeah! Apparently the awesome tree house that Ned lives in now was actually home to a Mom and her daughter at some point before, but than for some reason or other they just up and left. I think one of them made that book.

Hiro: *Mutters* Good...maybe it could be added to the bait...

*Cora tilts her head in slight confusion but shakes it for Hiro to explain himself. After Gogo sets up the fire with Honey Lemon, Wasabi, and Fred collecting fire wood, Hiro lays down his plan.*

Hiro: Ned thinks there's only three of us so we can use that to our advantage, since we can't track him... we need to lure him.

Wasabi: How are we going to do that?

Hiro: By threatening the thing he cares about most, the wood.

Honey Lemon: We're not gonna hurt the woods are we?

Cora: Yeah Hiro. I mean, I get that you don't this place very much but I didn't think you hated it enough to actually burn it!

Hiro: Relax Cora, of course not we're not, but Ned doesn't know that.

Gogo: What if he doesn't wanna just give up Baymax?

Wasabi: Well we got sticks and pine cones, oh and leaves...also dirt.

*Cora then sees his signature smirk.*

Hiro: I think I can make that work..So this is what we'll do.

*Hiro walks over to use some of the supplies they originally gathered for the fire, but he happens to disturb a nearby tree root. Honey Lemon turns her head to see a green snake with yellow diamonds on its back slithering behind Hiro with its fangs bared.*

Honey Lemon: Hiro watch out!

Hiro: What?

*Hiro turns his head to see what is it that he should watch out but his confusion quickly turns to pain as he felt his ankle being bitten. The rest of the team gaps in horror to see the snake biting Hiro.*

Cora: No!

*Cora runs over and grabs a large stick to pull off the snake from Hiro's leg and swing it far away from the group.*

Cora: Go on, shoo! Go away!

*Gogo quickly runs to Hiro who has collapsed to the ground holding himself tightly.*

Gogo: This is not good. That was a yellow diamond-back, and they're venomous.

Fred: Now we really need to get Baymax back!

Wasabi: But even if we have Baymax, that meteorite will still mess up his healthcare protocol unless we move out of its range!

*The rest of the team are panicking over Hiro's life being on the life, but soon Cora looks at her book and quickly opens it.*

Cora: Maybe this book has some info about how to treat a snake bite!

*Cora searches through the pages as sweat begins to form in worry, finally she finds the correct page.*

Cora: Ah! I was right! There is an antidote for Yellow Diamond-Back venom, we need Marigold flowers and plantain leaves to stop the venom from spreading through his system and neutralize it! Gogo! Do you know where any Marigolds or Plantain leaves are?

Gogo: N-no...I haven't seen any.

*Cora' face of worry soon turns into a face of determination, which then follows the rest of them.*

Cora: Which means Ned is the only person who knows where to find them... Guys, we need to get Ned here now, so let's fight fire with fire.

*And the five begin to work. Honey Lemon is using the sap from the trees with dirt and leaves to solidify them into balls like the ones from her chem purse, Cora made a bola for Gogo who decided to test it on Fred. The bola worked like a charm as it ties up Fred. Next Cora made a unique arm crossbow-like slingshot to fire pine cones, to which Wasabi happily tested it out on Fred. While Honey, Gogo, and Wasabi are gearing up for battle and Fred is digging up holes to trap Ned, Cora is checking over Hiro. Hiro is sweating as he breathes heavily, he opens his eyes to see everyone using the woods around them as weapons and traps for Ned.*

Hiro: *hoarse* Hehe...Guess you caught on my...*coughs loudly* drift...*Tries and fails to sit up before Cora gently lays him back down*

Cora: Easy Hiro. Don't try to move, you need to rest. Fred, get some water!

Fred: On it!

*Fred rushes to the river with Gogo tagging along as Cora uses a leaf to cool his forehead.*

Cora: You're gonna be okay Hiro. You have to be...*Starts to tear up and begins praying in her head* 'Mama, Tadashi... If both of you or even one of you can hear me right now, please give Hiro the strength to hold on awhile longer until we can get the cure for him. Please...please don't let him die...don't let him be taken away from me...*

*Fred and Gogo return with a makeshift bowl of water for Cora. She shakes herself out of her silent prayers and tries to pull herself together as she grabs the bowl and brings it to Hiro's lips, to which he drinks parts of it. Gogog and Fred watch this for a moment, feeling their own worry for Hiro and concern for Cora growing the longer they didn't get the plants needed to cure Hiro. They both share a glance before Gogo gestures Fred to get back to setting up traps so she can have a moment alone with Cora, which he gets the message and silently goes back to work while Gogo goes over to Cora's side and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.*

Gogo: Don't worry Cora, we're not gonna let him go that easily. We will get the antidote and get him better in no time. Beside, I still have to have a talk with him, you and Fred over respecting my privacy.

Cora: *Still trying to pull herself together* Yeah, I know. I really am sorry we followed you Gogo. If it means anything, I didn't really want to invade your privacy. I wanted to respect it and leave you alone, but you know Hiro, once he gets an idea in his head there's almost no stopping him. And I just wanted to be there for him to keep him, and Fred of course, from getting into too much trouble. *Looks down at Hiro sadly while scoffing softly* Lot of good that did though...guess it just serves us right...

Gogo: Hey, don't beat yourself up over this. Hiro made the mistake of following me and invading my privacy instead of just minding his own business, you made the mistake of going along with him even though your heart was in the right place. But you have to understand something Cora, this and everything else that happened in-between from that isn't punishment for what you two did, it just happened all on it's own. These things happen.

Cora: Yeah, I know that too. But it still kinda feels like it...

*Gogo pulls Cora in for a comforting hug and they stay like that for a few moments before Gogo finally pulls away.*

Gogo: We will get the cure for Hiro, Cora. We're not letting him go so soon...not this time...

*Cora can see the determination mirroring in Gogo's eyes as they do in her own. She also sees the hidden double meaning in her words but does not comment on it for Gogo's well-overdue privacy, but still understands the meaning loud and clear. Gogo then gets up after giving Cora's shoulder one more reassuring squeeze before getting back to work. After a few more moment of watching over Hiro, Cora calls over to Honey Lemon.*

Cora: Honey Lemon, could you take over watching Hiro for me? I have to set up my own trap.

Honey Lemon: Oh course.

*After Honey Lemon heads over to watch Hiro, Cora begins to set up the vines and tree branches being used to string up Ned. The trap works perfectly since Fred had accidentally triggered it, showing them that it's a success. Finally Fred gathered up large piles of leaves and dumps it onto the fire to add fuel to the flames and smoke. *

Fred: OK here we go! I wish my camp counselor could see me now!

Cora: Wasabi, get Hiro to somewhere safe till we catch this guy.

*Wasabi nods strongly before picking up Hiro as he continues to breath heavily.*

Gogo: Bring on, weird beard.

*Miles away, Ned is dragging Baymax along the dirt as the robot continues to glitch out.*

Baymax: Completing-comprehensive-health profile-file-file-file. My scan indicates that you are preg-preg-pregnant.

Ned: Robots PFFT. Good for nuthin'!

*Just then the crazy wild man spots in the distance a large pillar of smoke coming from the woods.*

Ned: No! The wood!

*Ned jumps over Baymax and rushes over, leaving the healthcare companion vulnerable.*

Baymax: And dairy sensitive.

*In the distance Baymax spots a moose*

Baymax: Oh.

*The moose charges forward and stops in front of Baymax. The moose snorts loudly as it stares at the marshmallow robot.*

Baymax: I am a choo choo train.

*Ned finally arrives at the campfire only to see it well maintained yet empty. He looks around and quickly finds some of the traps laid out for him, unimpressed over their trapping skills.*

Ned: Nice try! City babies.

*Out from the trees, Cora and Fred step into the crazy man's vision.*

Cora: Look Ned, all we want is our friend back, some certain plants used to cure a snake bite and then we'll be out of your wild mane-hair.

Ned: A robot can't be a friend ya dum dums! Don't ya get it? It's a machine, and machines are not to be trusted. Bessie told me!

Cora: Well tell Bessie that Baymax is more than a machine. He's family, and you don't ever mess with family!

Fred: Yeah! Anyway, Bessie told me to give us back Baymax. *Whispers to Cora* Play along.

Ned: Bessie don't talk to strangers! And your 'friend' is going over a cliff! I made that decision previously. And as for your request for gettin' the plants used for curin' a snake bite girly, I'm afraid your outta luck.

*Ned swings his staff to blow out the fire in one swoop as he begins chasing the young adult and teenage girl.*

Cora: Good luck Fred!

Fred: You too Cora! Fly far!

*Soon the two split up up as Ned chooses to chase after Fred. Cora hides behind a tree before rushing off to help Hiro and hopefully find either Plantain leaves or Marigolds. Ned swings down to tackle Fred only for Honey Lemon to rush forward and throw a ball of sap at Ned. He mutters in confusing as sap got onto his beard.*

Honey Lemon: I've got to remember this recipe!

*Honey Lemon continues to throw more sap balls but this time Ned is quick to use his staff to stop them. When this happened, Honey Lemon and Fred run into the woods. Ned is about to follow them when Wasabi fires his pine cones from behind. Ned uses his staff once more to block the pine cones.*

Ned: How. Many. Of. You. Are. There?

*Wasabi continues firing his pine cones while Cora is on the hunt for Baymax and the plants.*

Cora: Baymax where are you?! *Mutters to self* OK, maybe I should multi-task. Find both Baymax and the plants before it's too late!

*Cora continues searching through the woods for any signs of the plants and/or their robotic companion. Just then a bush starts to rustle loudly.*

Cora: Oh boy. *Whispers to herself in fear* Please let it not be the bear! Please let it not be the bear! Please let it not be the bear!

*Cora stands still, expecting the bear to come out despite her quiet pleading, but when she opens her eyes she sees-*

Cora: Baymax?!

Baymax: Choo Choo!

*Baymax is on top of a moose, still glitchy as ever.*

Cora: Oh Baymax! Thank god you're here! Quick, I know your still glitchy but I REALLY need your help! Hiro got bitten by a snake, a deadly one! And we gotta find-

*But then Cora looks at what Baymax is holding in his hands, which to her shock and utter relief is an abundance of Marigold flowers and Plantain leaves. She smiles in relieved amazement before she quickly climbs up on the moose and cups Baymax's head in her hands.*

Cora: *Excited while crying happy tears* Baymax, even when you are a completely glitchy mess, you are still the best healthcare companion that ever existed! If Tadashi were still here, he'd be SO proud of you and SO happy that you got just what we need to cure Hiro even in your glitchy state, just like I am right now! You really are the best buddy!*Kisses Baymax right between his eyes in happy gratitude*

Baymax: *Tilts his head at her and than pats her on the head* You are a very cute and fluffy blue kitty.

Cora: *Laughing while still crying happy tears and gently removes Baymax's hand from her head and puts it back around the plants to keep them safe* Thanks buddy, that's sweet of you to say, *Wipes her eyes* but right now we've gotta get these plants to Hiro ASAP. *Turns her attention to the moose she and Baymax are currently on and slightly surprised it hasn't bucked them off the entire time she was having her happy and relieved emotional breakdown and decides to try and ask it for it's help.* Um, listen, I know you only seem to trust Ned, but my boyfriend Hiro is in danger. We gotta- Woaa! Okay then!

*The moose snorts before it charges off to the direction Cora is pointing towards. Cora is currently holding on for dear life while Baxmax surprisingly isn't having any trouble with staying on the large charging animal. After a few more minutes of the wild moose ride, the moose's heavy breathing gradually slows and surprising stops right at the safe spot where Wasabi left Hiro at. Cora immediately jumps down with a handful of marigolds and plantain leaves and runs to Hiro's side. She instantly notices that he's starting to get pale and barely holding on now, so she wastes no more time as she quickly opens up the book and gets started on preparing the antidote.*

Cora: Alright, let's get to work! Just hang on a little bit more Hiro...you're gonna be okay.

*Cora grabs the nearest two flat stones and begins to grind up the marigolds and plantain leaves together into a powder, afterwards she grabs water and tree sap to mix it in with the powder until it becomes sticky. She then washes her hands and a large leaf and coats it with the paste*

Cora: Lets hope this works. *Prays silently in her head* 'Please let this work! Please let this save him!'

*Meanwhile, Fred continues to run until he is blocked by Ned.*

Ned: Gotcha!

Fred: Guys! Help!

*Honey Lemon and Wasabi rummage through their sacks only to find that they're both empty on ammo.*

Honey Lemon: I'm out!

Wasabi: Me too!

Fred: So, Ned. May I call you Ned?

*Ned quickly exposes the first trap hole in front of him.*

Ned: You thought I'd fall in that hole?

Fred: Yes I was actually hoping you would it would have been great.

Wasabi: Oh man, I hope Cora finds Baymax and those plants soon, I don't think Hiro can hold out for much longer!

*Just then from the bushes, the moose comes out with Baymax, and Cora on its back. And in Baymax's arms lies a certain teenage boy now sleeping soundly with his breathing and skin-color back to normal along with a leaf wrapped around his bitten ankle.*

Honey Lemon, Fred, and Wasabi: Hiro! Baymax!

*The sudden appearance of the moose startled Ned as he falls into a second trap hole.*

Fred: Got him!

Baymax: Choo Choo...

*Wasabi quickly pulls Hiro from Baymax's arms as the nurse bot falls flat on his face.*

Honey Lemon: You did it Cora! You saved him!

Cora: *Sighs in relief* Yeah, but I just barely got to him in time though. From what I've read, Hiro is just resting now, he'll wake up once the antidote neutralizes and clears the venom out of his system. It's pretty fast-acting so he should be able to wake up soon. After that, he'll be just fine. *Lets out a deep breath as she hugs the life-saving book* Thank goodness I still have this book with me.

Ned: That's ma book!

*Ned climbs out of the hole.*

Fred: Wait no! He's still after us!

Baymax: Hello.

*Cora places herself in front Baymax to protect him as the crazy wild man looms forward. Gogo finally comes out to launch her bola which causes Ned to fall down into another hole made by Fred.*

Fred: Ha ha! Told you we needed three!

*The rest of the gang looks down at the trap hole where Ned had apparently broken his arm in the fall.*

Ned: OW! My extremity! Give me the book!

Cora: Sorry Ned. But I'm afraid this book isn't going to be of much help in healing broken bones. However, if you help us get Baymax away from the meteorite, he can fix your arm. Besides...this book belonged to my Mother.

*The rest of the gang look at Cora with raised eyebrows at her startling statement, but Ned realizes that his options are very slim.*

Ned: Fine I'll help ya!

*After they pull Ned out of the trap hole, they walk towards where they started. Once Baymax is back to normal, he begins to treat Ned's injury. After he is done he makes a sling for Ned's broken arm.*

Baymax: Your arm should heal in three-to-six weeks.

Ned: What's your end game robot? Enslave the human race? World domination?

*Baymax merely blinks.*

Baymax: Apply ice to reduce swelling.

Ned: *Turns his attention to Cora* And you little girly, why should I believe that there book is your mama's book?

*Cora gives him a stern glare as she flips the book face forward to the very beginning of the page.*

Cora: Because it has her name in it.

*In large and beautiful calligraphy stood boldly at the very first page 'Akemi Sakurai'.*

Ned: *Surprised, but relents* Oh...I'm sorry miss. But heed my warning! Technology will be the downfall of us all! Just you wait!

*Ned flips up into the trees as he cackles into the night*

Ned: Now get out of my wood!

Wasabi: Could've just said thank you instead of doing the creepy echoey thing!

Fred: Hold on! Cora if that book was your mom's...does that mean that tree house is yours too?!

*Cora's eyebrows furrow in concentration before an old memory comes up.*

Cora: You know Fred, I...think so! Grandmama once told me that before they met Papa, they lived outside the city away from people! But I never imagined they lived out here in these very woods though.

Wasabi: That is quiet a mystery...and a very weird one at that.

*Just then, they hear Hiro starting to groan on the ground as he flutters his eyes open before his vision clears.*

Hiro: *Still feeling drowsy as he starts to sit up and yawns while rubbing the back of his head* Whu...what happened?...

Everyone: Hiro!

*The first one to reach him is Cora as she hugs him tightly while kissing him all over his face over and over again. Hiro blushes at the unexpected and sudden affectionate attention she's giving him until he remembers what had happened.*

Hiro: Oh No! The snake! It-it bit me! Baymax help! We need to get to a hospital!

Baymax: Actually, you are not in danger anymore.

Hiro: Huh?

Honey Lemon: He's right Hiro. Cora was the one who saved you. she used the book to treat your snake bite.

Cora: Well actually, Baymax, by some odd but wonderful miracle, found the plants I needed to treat you. *Turns her attention to Baymax and smile gratefully at him* Thank you again Baymax. We really owe you big time for this.

Baymax: It will be alright. There, there.

*Baymax walks forward to hug Cora and Hiro and pats their heads.*

Fred: Oh man! Heathcliff must be worried sick!

*But when they get back to the limo, they see the butler sleeping soundly in the hot tub with the disco music still playing.*

Fred: Oh, don't wake him. He looks so peaceful.

*After they walk away, Gogo finally turns her attention to Hiro, Cora, and Fred who are now worried over their lives.*

Gogo: *Glares at them* You know that when someone says it's none of your business on what they do, they mean it!

*Cora nods silently as Hiro scratches his head in guilt*

Hiro: We're sorry...

*Gogo sighs before she looks up at the stars.*

Gogo: You know...Tadashi used to come out here to go stargazing at night.

*Hiro's head perks up.*

Hiro: Wait, really?

Gogo: *Looks back at him* Yeah. He would come out here once in a while and look at the stars for hours. I actually found out about his alone time thing... when I was walking home around dusk. He said that he would go out once in a while to remember the times your folks would bring him here at night. He told me that he wanted to take you here too after...you know...

*Hiro looks down at his feet as he remembers his brother. He tries to imagine Tadashi laying on the grass staring up at the stars for hours sighing contently. He then looks up at the countless stars in the night sky as he sees something he never expected to see...a shooting star.*

Hiro: You know what? Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay here a little longer.

*The rest of the gang look up at the night sky softly twinkling with millions of stars and the pale glow of the moon.*

*As they look up at the stars, Cora sees the three brighter stars forming Orion's belt. Seeing them lined up made Cora's mind recall a distant memory from her childhood. She was a little girl again, with long blonde hair and blue eyes in a very girly white and pink dress, sitting down with eyes glittering with wonder as her grandmother, with her hair still dark with grey strands, tell her a story about the stars.*

Hiro: *Noticing his girlfriend looking a little dazed* Hey Cora, something up?

Cora: Hmm? Oh...um...*Clears throat.* Yeah, it's just...well... Hey guys, I have a question for all on you...what do you guys think stars are actually?

Honey Lemon: Easy, they're made of hydrogen and helium.

Gogo: Mixed with heavier elements such as nitrogen, oxygen and etc.

Wasabi: Where it forms a giant ball of gas to form a star.

Fred: I would think they're giant spaceships sometimes.

*While the others slightly chuckle at Fred's comment, Hiro turns to Cora.* Hiro: Why do you ask?

Cora: Well... It just now came to me, but I remembered a story Grandmama would tell me when I was little... She told me that the stars are actually other worlds living in, or rather, connected by one large sky.

Cora: But before that, all the stars were one world, where everything was peaceful and everyone was surrounded by the light's warmth. They all loved the light... but then they started to fight over it, each of them wanted it for themselves which ironically created darkness inside their hearts. It gotten so strong that the darkness took over their hearts and swallowed the light. It covered everything...even the world...All but the small fragments of light that still existed in the hearts of children. With it the children rebuilt the lost world, and it's the world today. But the true light is still asleep inside the darkness. That's why the worlds are scattered like the stars in the sky. But one day soon, a door to the deepest of darkness will open and the true light will return. She would tell me this story whenever I got really scared, either from nightmares or the outside.

*after Cora finished telling her story, the gang simply looked at each other, while Fred is gushing over the fact that a story about how the stars are other worlds excited him.*

Hiro: Did you really believe the story?

Cora: I probably did back then, as I would dream about traveling to and exploring said worlds. But as I got older, I guess I just...forgot all about it...until now that is. I guess to you guys it sounded like some sort of fairy tale or something.

Gogo: Definitely.

Honey Lemon: A cute one though.

Wasabi: Though it sounded more like a comic thing too.

Fred: I can agree to that. But it still sounds cool!

Hiro: It does sound like something far too surreal to be true..

Cora: Yeah...but for some reason, right now... I just can't help...but wonder...

*Unknown to Cora and the rest of the gang, The three stars she was gazing at however, unwarily, are actually three special souls...one in a deep sleep, and two trapped in darkness. All of them had no idea that sometime soon in the near future... Their world would come to be invaded by the darkness and from this darkness, something that they all thought was lost forever would return as a being of darkness. And a 'certain' someone from one of those 'other worlds' would actually come to meet them, team up with them and help them fight against it someday.*

A.N: And Yes. That is a kingdom hearts ref. Stay tuned~

#Hiro Hamada #Cora Mizichio #Hiro Hamada x OC #fred frederickson iv #Wasabi #Honey Lemon #Gogo tomago #Baymax #Ned ludd #Hibagon BH6 #Big Hero 6 fanfic #Big Hero 7

[julesdelorme]

WARNING: Extreme language and weird thoughts... not dead yet by jules f. delorme i can’t sleep. i never sleep.

that’s partly because of my prick of father.

i think i killed him.

i set fire to the house if you could call it a house more like a shack and he was in it.but people like him people like me are harder to kill than that russian monk.

the fire trucks and the police came and i told them i started a fire cooking and no one was in the house my father would be coming soon and boy would i be in for it. they didn’t even look. that’s life on the rez. nobody really gives a shit what happens to indians what indians do to other indians.

anyways when my prick of a father was drunk which was most of the time he got mean and lots of times he came after me. almost killed me a bunch of times. one time hit me in the head with a cast iron frying pan so hard i couldn’t see for days. i ran off into the woods running into trees and falling in holes it’s amazing i didn’t kill myself and hid till i got my eyesight back. even then the world was spinning so bad i kept falling down.

maybe that’s why i’m so fucked up now.

i don’t know.

maybe i was just born fucked up. there was my father and my mother got put in the looney bin a whole bunch of times and my uncle and my cousin killed people my mother tried to kill me too with knives and anything she could get her hands on.

maybe i was born fucked up like them or maybe they made me fucked up but that’s why i can’t sleep i always think somebody might be trying to kill me even though i ain’t scared to die i just don’t want them to win by killing me so i never sleep hardly ever.

that don’t help my brain work right.

there’s this girl though.

this girl called pie or maybe its pi.

i don’t know if that’s her real name or some kind of nickname i don’t know and she’s not pretty exactly but then again neither am i she’s got kind of weird shaped head and she’s too skinny and she’s got bad skin but i ain’t no beauty either like i said but the first time i saw her there was something i can’t say what it is. she’s pretty scrappy. maybe it was that. she’s got a smart mouth too so it could be that. anyways the thing is first time i saw her first time she started talking and it wasn’t even to me it was to somebody else and i wanted her to be my girlfriend hell i wanted to marry her even. i don’t know if you could call it love but all of a sudden i couldn’t even picture my life without her in it and it was right away like the first second i saw her the first second i heard her talking.

she was dressed in all black i didn’t know if she was even from the rez or if she was indian but she definitely wasn’t fbi that’s full blooded indian maybe a half breed like me she had white skin and pimples i couldn’t tell if her hair was dyed black or it was real. she looked at me and asked me what the fuck i was looking at was she wearing my shirt of something then what the fuck was i looking at. i thought that was funny so i laughed and she asked me if i was retarded or something and that made me laugh some more so she’s staring at me and i’m standing there laughing and i want to ask her to be my girlfriend but the words wouldn’t come out and they’d probably sound stupid if they did so i punched myself in the face as hard as i could.

i punched myself in the face so hard that i started bleeding right away.

i do that sometimes.

when i can’t think of words or i start feeling things too much i punch myself in the face sometimes.what the fuck she said and i punched myself in the face again because i still couldn’t think of anything to say and i really really wanted her like me and i knew that punching myself in the face was going for sure make her think i was a creep a fucking lunatic so the opposite of getting her to like me so i punched myself again even harder.

somebody else that was there said something about me being crazy and walked away and pretty soon everybody but her walked away.

pie or pi or whatever didn’t walk away.

that made me feel good so i punched myself again. i stood there bleeding and my face swelling up and she stood there looking at me and then she said well i guess nobody’s gonna beat you up if you’re always doing it first. that made me laugh.

i don’t know why she didn’t walk away but i sure liked that she didn’t.

guess i’m pretty fucked up i said.

oh you’re definitely fucked up she said.

i like to go in the woods i said for no good reason. i go and just look at things like trees and rocks and animals.

you just sit there and look at trees.

yeah i said. you want to come some time. look at trees and things with me.

she looked at me.

you some kind of serial killer or something.

no i said. i don’t think so. i read a lot of books about serial killers though.

you sure know how to charm a girl.

i didn’t know what to say so i just stood there. i didn’t hit myself though. so there’s that.

yeah. sure. okay she said. i guess i could go look at trees and shit with you. it ain’t netflix but i guess i could try it. promise you won’t serial killer me.

i nodded my head.

you one of those old time indians. talk to trees and shit like that.

not really. my grandma, my tóta, she’s a clan mother. medicine woman. she tries to teach me stuff like that.

what clan are you?

ohkwá:ri. bear. i mean not really cuz my mother’s white, but my tóta did a whole thing and the council put me in the clan anyways.

bear sucks. i’m wolf. okwá:ho. wolf is coolest clan.

okay.

i’ll still hang out with you but bear is a shit clan.

i kind of think bears are awesome. wolves are cool too though.

bears are okay. bears are cool. it’s just a shitty clan that’s all.

okay.

we stood there for a while.

okay she said. maybe some day this week. or the weekend. we can go look at trees.

okay i said. 

then i’ll see you then.

she looked at me.no serial killing me.

nope.

okay then.

she turned and walked away.and i just stood there. the blood on my face was starting to dry. maybe i won’t punch myself for a while.

maybe i’ll get some sleep.

who knows.

today didn’t suck so much.

i turned and walked towards where the house used to be then stopped.

even if the old man came back from the dead or not dead even if he killed me tonight today definitely didn’t suck so bad.

i don’t have a home to go back to though and i didn’t want him to kill me before i went out with pie.

pi.

whatever.

i thought i could try sleeping somewhere in the woods. if the old man was there he might kill me for sure. i think the sofa and some other things didn’t burn all the way through so he might get drunk and fall asleep somewhere around there.

the weather’s alright today for sleeping outside. and besides i slept outside in way worse weather. blizzards and shit.

yeah.

maybe i’ll sleep.

i probably won’t.

but today didn’t suck so bad.

it didn’t suck so bad at all.

i think i might sleep tonight.

maybe i’ll dream of pie.

or pi. whatever.

i won’t jerk off though.

not to pie.

or pi.

whatever. https://www.facebook.com/delormewriting

#writing #writer #writers #story #stories #poems #author #authors #JulesDelorme #JulesFDelorme #delormewriting #ScarboroughWritersFightClub #blind #native #indigenous #indigenousstory #indegenousstories #indigenousstorytelling #notdeadyet

#writing writer writers story stories poems author authors JulesDelorme JulesFDelorme delormewriting ScarboroughWritersFightClub blind native

[buckykingofmemes]

buck if the avengers were animals what animals would they be???? thank you

i assume you mean based on personality, and not which avengers have been turned into which animals lately.what has happened to my life that that is even a question i have to ask??

anyway, steve would be a dog. everyone is right on the money on that one; hed be big, fluffy, loyal as hell, appetite the size of rhode island and love to play fetch. and also have the bite power to sever a mans hand if he was so inclined. you would trust him with a baby but also to eat the face off anyone who threatened that baby. well. maybe not EAT. he does have SOME standards. theoretically.

tony would be a raven. reputation associated with death, but personality of a class clown--likes pranks, messing with people, and trying new stuff. dedicated to family and intelligent as hell. chatty. tool user. did you know ravens can people-talk? if they couldnt, im sure tony would figure out how anyways.

nat would be a swan. beautiful, graceful, but at the top of the do-not-fuck-with list in most animals books. mates for life and more loyal than you would think, with a take no shit and no prisoners attitude. i have a healthy terror of swans, as does any sane human being.

clint would also be a dog, but not like steve. hed be one of those scrappy little terrier mutts that descend from a working breed that are supposed to do things like kill rats. just as loyal and smart and fun-loving as the big guys, but makes up for lack of size with pure tenacity. and so scruffy its cute.

bruce would be an elephant. smart and social, with strong emotional bonds, generally calm and compassionate, but never something you want to be standing in front of when it gets pissed. also really enjoys peanuts?

thor would be a lion. content to chill out most of the time, and more social than most cats, but also totally down to throw down on a moment’s notice. pretty smart but not somebody you ever wanna cross. majestic as anything. 

i would be a bear. likes a lot of food in large quantities, and i would love to sit in a river and let dinner fling itself into my mouth. asleep like half of the time. big and badass but generally pretty chill, and smarter than you might think. also a faster runner than you might expect (that’s not really about me, bears can just run at like 35 mph which is a thought to keep you up at night.) and if theres one thing everyone knows about bears, it is that you do not mess with what they are protecting. also they are opposed to forest fires?? not sure what that has to do with anything, but i guess i can get behind it

#wade would be a hyena #just for the record #bucky is confused about why smokey the bear wears pants and a hat but no shirt #swans are beautiful and terrifying #i have met several swans and loved them. #but have done so with the knowlege that they are among natures least fuck-giving animals. #ravens are fun and like people and new stuff and jokes #dogs are great just in general #elephants are lovely but should not be underestimated #bucky barnes #bucky king of memes #Team Took All The Stupid #I FORGOT THOR #Team Thunderstruck #Team Tin Soldier #Team Naptime #Team Ghost Story #Team Rage/Machine #tales from the tower

[rebelmeg]

Another survey, you know how I feel about those...

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?   “Morning, sunshine.”

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?  It’s our 11th wedding anniversary today!

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?  Yes, because drugs are one of the fastest ways to mess yourself up, and they never really ever let go.

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?  Yep.

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?  I’ve never been drunk, all of my kisses have been sober.

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?  I don’t think having a crush on someone and then moving away when I was 14 really counts...

7. What does your last received text say? *Sobs*  I know!

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?  Oh, too many to count, been kissing him for 13 years...

9. Where was your last kiss at?  Either on the couch or on the bed.

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?  I saw both of them yesterday!

11. What do you drink in the morning?  Water and Dr. Pepper

12. Where did you sleep last night?  In my bed.

13. Do you think relationships are hard?  They shouldn’t be that hard.  I think being an adult makes life hard, and that stress can easily transfer to relationships.  If a relationship is hard, and it’s not just normal responsible adult stress making it hard, maybe there’s something wrong.

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?  Oh, I’m sure I would.  Not sure what, I’d have to think about it, but there’s always something I think I could have done better or different.

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?  Absolutely not, he’s my favorite person.

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?  Rainy all the way!

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?  Um... not off the top of my head, no.

18. Are you wearing jeans, sweatpants, or pajama pants?  Khaki shorts with cotton lace on the hem to make them a little bit longer.

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?  Yep.

20. Does anyone like you?  I think so, yeah.

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?  Nope.  There was a D, a B, and a T, and a P ever since then.

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? Nope.

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?  Oh, there’s a few...

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?  I save tattoo designs that I like, but I won’t ever actually get a tattoo.  But I do love the art, sometimes I’ll use it as inspiration for other things.  I painted an awesome phoenix on a shirt that was inspired by a tattoo design.

25. In the past week have you cried?  No, not this week.

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?  Saw my mom’s mini American Eskimo yesterday.

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?  Both, I usually do top half in the shower, lower half out of the shower, then hair.

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?  Nope, but I had a crush on one once.

29. Do you think you’re old?  Nah, got awhile yet for that.

30. Do you like text messaging?  I like the ease of communication, but I hate typing out long messages.

31. What type of day are you having?  Eh.  Could have slept longer than I did.  Have to do both jobs today, that’s never fun.  But it’s payday, so there’s that.  Paying bills, woot.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?  Nope, I just have my ears pierced.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? COLD ALL THE WAY, I’M A POLAR BEAR!

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?  There’s my hubby, and then all my male family members.

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?  Relationship.

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?  I dunno, depends.  Which probably translates to complicated, but like... I have pretty simple basic needs, but the way I like to do things can be complicated.

37. What song are you listening to?  Hold music... yes, I’m on Tumblr while working... no, I don’t apologize for it.

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?  I try really hard not to.  I like my apologies to be sincere.

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?  I have a bestie that knows a lot, and also my sister, sister in law, and mom.

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?  I started dating my hubby because he was so cute and awkward and very funny.  He still is, he makes me laugh every day.

41. When did you last receive a text message?  Couple hours ago.

42. What is wrong with you right now?  I’m tired, I am the Grand Empress of Time Mismanagement, I have too much to do, I love food too much and hate exercise way too much, my sleeping schedule is way off, my self-control is on vacation somewhere, and I lost my motivation seeds.  I’m also a wee bit peckish.

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?  That’s my sister, so pretty well.

44. Does anyone disgust you?  Disgusting people do.

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?  Nope, I’m taken.

46. Are you in a good mood right now?  I’m in an okay mood.

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?  My hubby.

48. What color shirt are you wearing? Bright sky blue.

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? Hubby told me it was time to wake up.  I whined at him.

50. Anyone you’re giving up on?  I did last year, then awhile after that they sucker punched me right in my heart, and I really don’t know what’s up with that anymore...  They scrambled to fix it right away, I needed time to recover, and haven’t heard anything since, so... yeah.

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Nope, I love him.

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? Not yet.

53. Do you like rain?  I absolutely LOVE rain!

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?  Yep, there’s no way drinking leads to good things.  We don’t drink.

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?  Probably when I was a teenager.

56. Do you like to cuddle?  I do, yes.

57. Are you shy?  Not really, no.

58. Do you get along with girls?  Yep, I do.

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?  Yep, we dated for two years.

60. What do you carry with you at all times?  My phone.

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?  Sure, why not?  I don’t really believe in that kind of stuff, so it wouldn’t bother me.

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?  I’ve lasted in one for 13 years, so yeah, I can.

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?  Mmhmm.

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?  Yes I do.

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?  Lots of stuff, I’ve got a hubby and two cute girls.

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?  30, 9 and a half, and 3.

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?  I always do them myself, I love nail polish and I’m very picky about my nail shape.

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?  I don’t really like either, but probably zebra.

69. Do you have any stickers on your car?  We have a bunch.  Star Wards, Harry Potter, Avengers, Firefly, Batman...

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?  Luke Bryan!  I love country music.

71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?  Android.   

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?   Hmm, been awhile, I’m not sure.  Several months, probably.

73. Do you like diet soda?   Ick, no, I can’t handle the aftertaste.

74. What color are the walls in your room?  Off-white, very boring, I’d prefer something way more colorful.

75. Are you 16 or older?   Older

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?   Nope.

77. Do you have a job?   Other than being a mom, I have two.

78. What are your initials?  MEB

79. Did you ever have braces?  No, but I had a spacer when I was a kid.

80. Are you from the south?  Nope, West.

81. What does your last status on Facebook say?  It’s a “happy anniversary to me” message.

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?  Occasionally, we were friends in high school and we’re Facebook friends.  He’s a super weird dude.

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?  Uh, maybe mom, but I’ve been pretty close to my dad in recent years.

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?  Nope, but I did ballet and tap when I was a kid.

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?  We saw Wonder Woman and Spiderman: Homecoming on the same day a couple weeks ago!

86. Do you smoke?  Nope, never have.

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?   I adore high heels, but they hurt to wear, so I wear flip flops more often.

88. Is your phone touch screen?  Yep.

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?   It’s naturally curly/wavy, so my ponytail is usually that way.

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?  Yep.

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?  Pool, it’s more clean.

92. Have you ever made out in a car?  Several cars, yes, in and on top of.

93. …Had sex in a car?  Several cars, yes, in and on top of.

94. Are you single or in a relationship?  Happily in a relationship.

95. What were you doing last night at midnight?  Watching Iron Man.

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?  We did them on the third of this month, my family came down and we set some off.

97. Do you like the camera on your phone?  Ugh, no, it sucks!  I keep my old phone on hand because the camera is so much better.

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?  Nope.

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?   I’ve never had alcohol.

100. Are you friends with people on Facebook that you actually hate?  Nope, I don’t do that kind of nonsense.

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?  Yep.

102. Name your favorite Kesha song:  Die Young

103. Do you have any tan lines right now?   Yep, farmers tan on the neck/chest and arms.

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?   I don’t think I could get away with it, but some people can.

[kariachi]

So, tonight we’re fucking around with omegaverse shit, because there’s good bones there, shit I could play with and enjoy playing with, but gods above with the rest of it. So we’re tearing it down, tossing the chaff, and rebuilding it into something fit for an achi.

Strap on your aprons, pull on those gloves, flip down the welding masks, we are going to town

Okay, before we even get to the nitty-gritty stuff, let’s start with some more biology-focused chaff.

This rut stuff? Shit’s gone. Makes no fucking sense. What are these people, water buffalo? You know what a rut is? Rut is when you go knock around the guy down the street so his partner’ll come join your harem. Rut is herding up a bunch of uteruses and beating up any passing set of testicles that tries to have a hump. Rut is pissing in a puddle and rolling around in it so you smell manly.

Unless your fuckers are doing that, no ruts. (Ruts, really...)

Knots don’t work. Not only do they not make sense in-universe (why do you need something to ensure nobody drives you off your mate when half the idea is that you guys have holed yourself up and away together for this?) but they also don’t for the amount of humping and sexy-times people seem to want with this shit. Ties are stick it in, lock it in, hang out a few minutes, then leave. I don’t understand this kink, unless you’re just into having something big sit up in there while people chat.

Heats, very required for these things, mostly good, but why do so many of these things have them hurt? Who’s bright idea was it to equate ovulation with menstruation? The entire point of going into heat is that you get really horny and want some form of penis inside of you so you can make one or more babies, and I don’t know about anyone else but I have not gone through anything that made me less horny than fucking abdominal cramps.

Out that shit goes.

Also, like holy hell are we doing the ‘oh noes I must fuck anything with a dick’ deal I’ve seen. You get seriously fucking horny, that’s it. There is no reason besides kink (and my ace-ass is not here for that) for someone to not be able to go “I am not that desperate” just because they’re in heat and there’s a nice set of testicles standing there.

Out that shit goes too.

Heatsickness. I have seen this more than once and once was too damn much. Are these people fucking ferrets? And if they are then we gotta go the whole nine yards- get pregnant or die. These are our options. Or, we can toss it as chaff because really-

Scenting! Like scenting! It works is very good! But the location of scent glands... The wrist thing works! That seems to be a thing and I wholly approve, very accurate, very plausible, works! Base of the neck? Inner thigh? Chest region? All things I’ve seen that don’t work. At the temples, along the jaw, even at the hips, those are all plausible. Scenting is for the purpose of marking territory, you have to be able to waft from a location or rub the location against things. Is good, just gotta move shit around.

Pheromones. Holy fuck. We are cutting down on the pheromone shit. I mean holy hell. They’re more subtle than they seem to be in these things. I mean in the animal kingdom picking up on most of the things people in this shit pick up from across a room require you to be sniffing piss. (Why yes, there is a lot of piss in the animal kingdom, it’s a whole thing.) Just, we’re mellowing this shit the fuck out.

Assbabies are not a thing. It is not 2004 any more. No.

Alright, biology-chaff out of the way. Which means we have to head into actual biology stuff now. This is actually the rough part, because omegaverse shit doesn’t actually see to follow any sort of... The reproductive shit makes no sense as generally written. My mission here is to came up with some ways it can so as to maybe utilize them later.

(Brief: Note that the topic of intersex individuals is not going to be commented on here. This isn’t an attempt to leave anybody out, and I don’t want anyone to think they’ve been forgotten but this shit is already complicated and killing my brain. Personally I’d like to see the topic touched on in an omegaverse thing, it just wont be this exact one. Similarly, I hope the way I phrase anything that follows doesn’t offend any trans or nonbinary readers. If it does, please let me know and how I can fix it, right now this is the best I can figure how to word shit.)

First up, I want to note something that’s been wearing thin on my hide, which is the idea I keep saying that ‘beta’ people are, just like regular humans. Nothing special. Now there’s several reasons for this, some of which will become clear as we go on, but suffice to say that that is not how I play. So for the sake this shit, assume that betas either 1) don’t exist, or 2) exist under situations that will be explained when we gets there.

With that out of the way, we have to get some basics down. Namely, we have to start sorting. Now the baseline in these things seems to be the Alpha, who knocks people up, and the Omega, who gets knocked up. For the purposes of this we will be referring to them as Sperm-producing (S) and Egg-producing (E).

So right now we’ve got our basic divides into four categories: S-males, S-females, E-males, and E-females. But achi, I hear you ask, I hope you ask, there’s a problem. The definitions of male and female are already, for all intents and purposes (at least as they apply to humans) divided into S and E, that’s how we get male and female in the first place. If that divide determines alpha or omega, what determines male and female?

That depends. There’s a lot of options.

Male and female could be determined by genital presentation, much like we tend to do (for better or worse). This case could actually be very interesting, and end up furthest from the typical omegaverse set-up. Theoretically, ‘male’ would be determined by the existence of a penis or psuedo-penis, and ‘female’ by the absence of such. The most likely way for S-females, in that case, to sire young would be through what in birds is termed a ‘cloacal kiss’, basically the bringing together of the appropriate holes to pass along sperm. Meanwhile the most likely way for E-males to breed, in this scenario, would be to accept the penis and birth young through the psuedo-penis, much like a female spotted hyena. This would mean it would be unlikely, if not impossible, to S-females and E-males to breed unassisted.

This would likely result in something akin to two ‘species’- what are know considered males and females- divided into alphas and omegas, who are capable of, and possibly required to, interbreed. This has actually been seen in a variety of ant (the names of which escape me), wherein queens can breed with drones of their own species to produce workers but need to reproduce with drones of the other species to produce their own drones. Here it would be possible that breeding a S-male and E-female would result in Sperm-producers, while ‘same-sex’ breeding made Egg-producers.

Wait, achi, hold up, I hear you say, back up and tell us why the E-male can’t have a penis and ball set-up?

Simple, dear reader- the odds are really fucking low S-females and E-males would be able to bear or sire young, respectively. It’s not to say it doesn’t happen in the animal kingdom, but as a rule if a species is divided into those Sperm-producers and Egg-producers, you can’t do both. At least not for other people. So an E-male could, theoretically, self-impregnate if you wanted it to go that way, but the odds of them being able to impregnate someone else? Not good. And an S-female getting pregnant would be, just not an option as a rule. Again, if you wanted to you could, but biologically speaking, with a two-designation system, it’s not likely.

Another option for our two-designation set-up would be to make the sexes the ‘secondary sex’ as I’ve seen people word it.. Basically, have the general assumption be ‘breasts=female no breasts=male’. I know, I know, just, hear me out. Set it up so ‘penis=Sperm-producing’ and ‘vagina=Egg-producing’ and have the knowledge of whether someone is considered male or female come across at puberty. Flip the script on the usual ‘you present as your designation in your teens‘ thing.

After all, if nothing else somebody needs to have breasts at some point, we’re still mammals, somebody is going to have to suckle young. Gotta keep the percentage of people popping out babies about even with the people who can nurse them.

The third option, and final one I’ll cover here, is just to do away with binary sexes in entirety and consider each physical make-up it’s own separate sex. Let’s be honest, it’s probably the one that makes the most sense. Little more intensive with the need to come up with new pronouns and terms though. Personally, as somebody who would very much like to keep the vagina for the most part and lose the tits entirely, I like the idea that I could have a whole sex that fit.

Okay achi, you say, so what about Betas? You said you did have a place for them.

Well, my little loves, this is where I have fun.

Three-designation set-up everybody! Majority split even between Sperm-producers and Egg-producers, with a minority number for our ‘betas’: Sperm-&-Egg-producers (SE). In this case rather than ‘betas’ fulfilling the role of ‘normal people’ they would come with the ability to both sire and bear young.

But achi, you said-!

In systems with two ‘sexes’ the odds are slim to none of someone being able to both impregnate and be impregnated, but in some few species it happens. Generally the SE in these species appears in low numbers 6-20% of the population, but they do appear. They appear and they give something special to betas so they don’t have to be- as one person so eloquently put it- ‘the ones doing the laundry”.

And you can essentially divide them up the same as with the two-designation systems, it’s great.

No there would likely be a difference in the heat cycles of E and SE individuals between the two- and three-designation systems. Two-designation we have pretty much a 50-50 ratio and so we could likely keep the cycle length similar to that of regular humans, have it be somewhere between one to three months long. In the three-designation cycle though, the higher number of people capable of bearing young (up to ~two-thirds of the population) means heat cycles would probably be longer, probably somewhere between one and three years. This would help keep the population at a manageable level.

Okay, so now we move on to social chaff. Yes social chaff, because if you thought it was just the biology that gets my hackles up you are sorely mistaken.

First off, what is with this bullshit about omegas being or being considered to be delicate and emotional and ‘feminine’ (how does that description even make sense the way it’s used in a world where a chunk of your womenfolk are knocking the rest of them up)? Didn’t the basis of this shit come from werewolf stuff? Has nobody seen a mother wolf? I can understand the idea of smaller but a lot of this stuff leans more towards the animalistic side and with that in mind this sexist bullshit makes no sense.

Instead let’s change it up. There’s variations, but for the purposes of this let’s say that omegas are generally more home and family-oriented. They’d be the ones working on DIY projects, planning family get-togethers, things that keep the family going and the home site in good condition. This is based both on the stereotypical ‘mother’ role that these AUs attract and also the tendency for the dam to be the one digging out dens. Omegas tend to run slightly smaller than alphas, and to be less slow to anger, but also tend to be more dangerous. In the times before civilization they held the role of last defender of the children and as such while they hesitate to lash out- an old adaptation to avoid accidentally harming children underfoot- when they do fight they fight to win.

Alphas aren’t overly aggressive and don’t have any innate ability to command omegas and betas (again, kink that’s not gonna work here because this is *my* version and I say so), this is just stereotypes and misconceptions due to their ancestral role as family/group/pack defenders. They’re better at reading body language, more territorial, and more prone to anxiety than other designations. When evolving their job was to stand guard over their group, ensure they’re safe, and drive off threats. An alpha is the most likely designation to get into fights, but the least likely cause lasting damage. Their goal is only to make you go away and think twice about coming back. The misconception of the ‘commanding voice’ comes from the instinctual tendency for omegas, betas, and children to take the word of their alphas when they say an area or meal should be left. This, back in the old, old, old days, was part of the ‘ensure they’re safe’ portion of their duties.

Betas (supposing they exist) tend to take more a middle ground and be more adaptable. They’re more easily capable of filling the roles held by omegas and alphas then either is at filling the others shoes, but not generally as good as either (again, people, therefore variations, but). They tend to enjoy providing for their group in one way or another, whether it be by paying a bill, cooking meals, or doing their share of the childcare. Somewhere between alphas and omegas in size, they tend to have better stamina than other designations. Unfortunately their tendencies to be givers, combined with the nebulous role they fill as both breeders and second lines of defense, means they’re the most likely to of the designations to develop interpersonal issues both as they find a social position in their group/family/pack and due to the risk of being taken for granted or advantage of.

Okay, I think I’m actually running out of both steam and ideas. There may be a part two if more comes to me but until then, this is it.

But, just as a final parting shot, I want to tell you guys why I used the S/E/SE system for the biology section and the A/O/B system for the social. Ask yourself for me-

Does one have to be tied to the other?

Play around with that one

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