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an-au-blog · 6 months
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I came up with a bad idea...
cw: kidnapping, abuse, suicidal ideations
After Rodger gets killed people find out that Shanks and Buggy were on the crew and decide: since they're kids, they'll be easy catch. They couldn't catch Shanks because... well... he's Shanks but they somehow manage to capture Buggy. It wasn't easy and it involved sea stones but they managed. The problem was this happened after the crew fell apart and after they had their fight with Shanks. So no one was going to look for him.
For years they try to get information on the one piece from him. And for years he's endured torture and abuse. He keeps telling them he got sick and couldn't go, but I started sounding like a stupid excuse even to Buggy, so he stopped talking all together.
He had spent his entire adult life in a small (what he supposed is an) underground cell with no food and running water and with the sea stone cuffs on him at all times.
One day the door busts down. His captors have never been so aggressive. He balled up in the corner, trying to be as quiet as possible but the clanking of his cuffs from how much he was shivering wasn't helping. There was a heavy atmosphere that lifted as he heard the boots that walked in.
These weren't the boots of his captors.
"Buggy?"
That wasn't the voice of his captor either.
Someone else from the back shouted happily "He's here!"
Just as Buggy though he was taken by another greedy bunch, the man behind him scooped him up enthusiastically into a hug.
Buggy did his best not to show his pain from the sudden movements or the brushing across his wounds. But then he felt something wet land on his shoulder where the man's head was nuzzled.
"I've been looking for you. Oh, I'm so happy I found you, Buggy!"
He pulled away to look at his face, the red hair looked so familiar but he didn't recognize him. He learned to block out anything from his past as a trauma response. But there was water streaming down this smiling man's face. Buggy had been left without water for three days as a punishment for his silence. So it was almost on instinct that he tried to collect or drink it.
Seeing Buggy like this broke Shanks. But after he was fed and watered, Buggy seemed a bit better. He was malnourished and the place where his cuffs were left a huge dent in his skin. It made him wonder how he didn't lose his hands from lack of circulation. Every piece of food was devoured and treated like it would have been taken away at any moment. It hurt. It hurt seeing this. It hurt thinking Buggy was avoiding him and finding out from some drunk a month ago that he wasn't and that he was kept all these years. How horrible could he be that it didn't cross his mind that this could happen. That he had to search for his friend.
After being fed and taken to the ship, Buggy kept staring at the ocean with awe.
Shanks wanted to leave him be. He couldn't blame him after all what is a sailor without the sea. But just as he turned around he heard a splash. He had fallen in. Shanks jumped to save him. After coughing up the water, Buggy stood up and jumped into the sea again. Shanks fished him out once more.
"Stop that! What is wrong with you, you'll die!"
But Buggy just laid there on the deck with a slight smile and teary eyes.
In the next few months, whenever Buggy wasn't sleeping there had to be at least one person watching him. Just in case.
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fineapplebreexo · 10 months
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I'm that razzle dazzle you've been waiting for 💫✨️
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leon-dechino · 1 year
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Someone introduced Welcome Home characters but in the style of South Park to me and I have never been happier.
Credit to MIKEY from youtube for posting that concept. I love it.
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rapono-writes-stuff · 5 months
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Excerpt from a fic I might end up not posting:
Mostly cuz it's a very simplified version of a plot brainworm I've had for the past few months, mixed with my lack of confidence in understanding the fandom source material. Also it's not even finished yet lol.
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The new stranger is familiar, and the hunter doesn't know why.
Tall, too tall, and blind, hair a stark white. Eyes always closed, and yet used their keen hearing to move as if they could see. Nothing about her was familiar, the hunter would've definitely remembered someone so vividly unordinary.
And yet, the song she often hummed scratched something familiar in the back of their mind, an undeniable feeling they'd heard it before. And for some reason, it made their guts twist with a terror they couldn't quite recall, a memory that refused to surface, but was undeniably there.
“Where'd you learn that song?”
They'd eventually been brave enough to ask, pretending they hadn't been putting off doing so, the stranger turning their head to face them, despite never opening their sightless eyes.
“…I can’t recall. Known it as long as I can remember.”
With that, they sung the beautiful tune once more, the mountains carrying their voice. The hunter stood and listened, as if the melody didn't strike them with prey-animal fear.
They dream of losing a hunt that night, but can’t recall what the monster they face looks like.
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Today, the stranger approaches them first.
“What's troubling you little hunter? I can sense the tension in your limbs.”
They bite their tongue. They don’t want to admit the truth, make her stop singing, but they can’t find a lie.
“Your song is familiar, but I can’t recall why.”
Her posture stiffens, if only for a moment, a beat of silence unbroken. It feels a little too long, before her answer comes.
“Interesting. I wonder why.”
There's an old flatness to her tone, but the hunter doesn’t question it.
They notice she sings it less frequently around them after that, as if she knows the fear it brings. Only catching the tune in the distance, but quieting to silence as they grow close.
The hunter regrets their words, despite the fear it caused, they hadn't wanted this.
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The stranger has become a stranger no more. Still unusual, yes, but proving herself in the hunt, despite her lack of sight. A fellow hunter, a friend.
The song loses its bite, the tune becoming familiar for a new reason. Her voice is beautiful, and carries far, able to hear her from across the village on good day.
She no longer shies away when the hunter approaches, as they come to sit and listen.
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“Would you still fight alongside with me if I was a monster?”
The question catches the hunter off guard, an unusual question,
“Huh?”
She elaborates.
“If I was turned into a monster, would you hunt me?
Instinctually, a part of them pounces on a yes, of course. She would be a danger to them and everyone if such a horrible thing happened. And yet, they hesitate to answer, as a smaller, quieter voice is the one to break the silence, put the words on their tongue.
“…I don’t know.”
And it, unlike the first answer, feels more like the truth.
The former stranger smiles.
“I'd hope, at the very least, you'd hesitate.”
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eeriedragone · 1 year
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GLaDOS - Human design exploration
A while back I had a very basic AU idea where GLaDOS gets (or rather is forced) to go organic again.
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It's been a while but...
Finally decided to post some more of my original music!
This is a character theme for one the major NPCs in our dnd campaign, Rex Winterfall. He's a (fired) detective and tired loving dad who the party may or may not have gotten killed...
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Working in an "ABA" informed classroom for kids with disabilities has me realizing even more how inherently abusive ABA is, cause here, beyond casual and loose data collection while doing work and just general learning themes rather than Actual ABA (government requires the training to be counted iirc) - its just so fucking unnecessarily dehumanizing
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scribesynnox · 11 months
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Just read the 1-2-3 chapter bombshell for Mairimashita! Iruma-kun and let me tell ya: I’m about to lose my god damn mind for Ch 303
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Sorry for not posting for a while lol
I've been busy and mentally drained.
So, I might draw some self ship art some time soon but no promises
But, yeah. I'm not dead lol
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polaris-australis · 1 year
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anyways I talk a lot about Cyril (not on here necessarily but I might make a tag for him soon) but here's an excerpt from the vampire au I've been writing about them (tw for blood and violence):
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[ID: "(Once, Cyril slept with a man with long hair and the softest eyes who said he looked like one of those Greek statues in the museums. Like something Michealangelo carved out of marble. Cyril had reached out to kiss him, lying next to him naked on pure white cotton sheets.
Once, when his sister went more than two months without feeding, she ripped a man’s stomach wide open as her jaw unhinged and her teeth sank into the apple of his throat. His ribcage couldn’t conceal the frantic inhale and exhale of his lungs or the wild beating of his heart as she wrapped one hand around it and squeezed, acrylic nails digging into flesh until she snapped, pulling back so suddenly that she took a chunk out of his neck and Cyril watched as the color bled out of him and listened as his sister drank her fill, the sound echoing in the old theater where they were hidden away. He helped her wash the blood out of her hair when it was over.
He thought about how this man looked just like the one who was torn apart in the theater that night. He thought he’d like to eat this man, whose name who couldn’t even remember, might have never known, and watch as his blood oozed out of his skin before drinking it slowly, savoring it, as long as his mouth was as warm as it was now and his eyes stayed just as soft, filled with some sort of sacred reverence.)" End ID]
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I can’t be the only one who thinks that this adaptation of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth from Gareth Hinds’s graphic novel look like a version of Janther where they both succumbed to the dark side
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inkshine · 2 years
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I ship the lady on the cover of Coyote Stories and the lady on the cover of The Fool in her Wedding Gown
Hear me out: the Fool in her Wedding Gown doesn’t want to marry whoever she’s marrying (hence the tears), and after trying to make it work, she ends the relationship and runs away from said ex-spouse and meets a beautiful woman who has befriended the coyotes in the woods. Hijinks and romance ensue, they kiss and run off into the sunset, and the fool finally has a reason to happily wear her wedding gown
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redactedrem · 15 days
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Headcanon where after so many arguments between the batkids and Bruce over his paranoia and complete disregard for his kids privacy, the entire family had compromised with (in the healthiest way possible) downloading life360 on their phones and that's how they all keep track of each other.
Now Bruce knew that this is mostly for his benefit and is supposed to be a healthy alternative for his unhealthy paranoia and helicopter parenting, but what he wasn't expecting was for his kids to start keeping track of him.
He's putting gas in his car and Dick calls him because apparently Dick has been watching him drive around on the app? And Bruce is currently at a gas station thats right around the corner from a Taco Bell and now Dick wants him to get food for everyone since he's already there.
He's driving home from a meeting and Steph calls him because her and Duke were shopping in the area and wants to know if he can pick them up, when he asks how she knew he was on the same street, he gets a "Oh I just like to stalk everyone on the app for funsies." as an answer.
Jason calls him and he can barely get out a hello before Jason cuts him off, "Bruce why the fuck is your phone battery on 5%, charge your damn phone" which completely stuns him because why does he know that. He clears his throat before answering. "Jason, what?"
"Everyone can see each others phone batteries on '360, now charge your phone." Is all he gets before Jason hangs up on him.
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justalunaticfangirl · 5 months
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i just watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and OH MY GOD that movie was so good.
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blackpearlblast · 3 months
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Brown University students are launching an indefinite hunger strike for Palestine
they are asking for their university to divest from companies profiting from the genocide in gaza and openly call for a ceasefire and will not eat until the university governing bodies hears and considers a divestment resolution. if you are not familiar with the physical toll a hunger strike takes on the body, it might be worth looking up to get a better sense of what a significant action these students are taking. the university's highest governing body is having their first meeting of 2024 on february 8-9th so let's rally around them to muster even more pressure on brown university.
brown university contact page: let's state our support for these students and let brown university know the world will be watching what happens next!
additional reading: coverage of this story in the university's student news paper - get to know some of the hunger strikers
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raspberryflo · 9 months
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Various magnus archives drawings I did while listening to it (I stopped at mag 101 for unguessable reasons)
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