#on top of that... humans are so fucking useless they throw away most of meat and animal products

[silenthillbunni]

5 million male chicks per year are brutally murdered right after birth bc they're "worthless" to the egg industry yet im supposed to believe that humans arent inherently evil lmao shut the fuck up

#5 million only in sweden #imagine the number in the entire world #imagine all the other animals that are being slaughtered #god i wanna throw up humanity is so so so evil #we play god #we think we have the right to first make sure animals get raped (breeding at an unnatural rate is rape) #then have these animals in HORRIBLE 'living' conditions (ppl liken their conditions to actual hell!!) #and not only that the human workers more often than not sadistically torture nd abuse them before slaughtering them #on top of that... humans are so fucking useless they throw away most of meat and animal products #they like buy a package of meat then theyre too braindead to cook w it so it goes bad nd they throw it out #i dont know #all of this is unnatural and unholy. none of this is how its suplosed to be #we didnt get life just to put ourselves on top and then abuse and torture every other living being like this #no humanity is a sickness. humans are a cancer. a parasite. the more i think abt it the more im cemented in that belief #ppl act like 1% of 'goodness' weighs up for the profound harm and cruelty humans have set loose on this earth. thats a fucking joke! #god what the fuck is wrong with humanity. it's like everything went wrong .. well from the start rlly #humans (mostly men if we're being honest. women dont have nor act on such depraved desires) been fucking insane #animals arent cruel or sadistic. they follow their nature. the eating and killing isnt more than that #sure some animals like cats have sadistic behaviors. but that is nowhere near the scale humans act on it #like cats dont lock mice in a facility nd force them to breed nd then torture them in insane amounts nd so on so forth #humans are wrong. im certain that we were never meant to live like this. it's all insanity. the worst part it. 99.99% of ppl are part of it #it's so hard to find anyone who's intelligent enough to comprehend this. theyre all braindead megalomaniac sheep w a superiority complex #i cant connect w anyone bc of it #i just get so disappointed when i realize someone's just as braindead as everyone else nd then i stop caring abt them. everyone r this way. #idk how to live with these humans. theyre all fucking insane

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a bit, er, different. His girlfriend’s a Dire Wolf, after all. The sex is messy and mind-blowing every time because she does that pheromone thingy that Jungkook can’t get over. He also kinda... likes seeing her pointy sharp canines surrounding his dick after getting a blowjob. It’s not that weird! R-right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); fluff and feels; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV (tiny bit of Yoongi’s POV), ft some familiar faces at the end XD

for all you curious about the Dire Alpha, this one explains him more but also he kinda low-key wants to eat JK (not in a sexy way, don’t be weird) inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

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part ii

-

"You're so fucking hot, do you know that?"

You were sitting on Jungkook's bed, naked, holding his smartphone. These things were like little computers. How convenient, but also strange. Humans spent so much time in front of them. You had to turn the brightness down to nearly zero. The light was too harsh for your eyes. 

"I'm not just saying it because you do that sexy saliva thing to me. You're actually sexy as hell. Why do you wear such oversized clothing?"

"Just in case," you muttered. "And to avoid being recognized too easily."

"But you're so fucking fuckable."

Your ears perked. You could hear hand stroking flesh. 

"Are you jacking off again?"

"No."

You lifted your head. Jungkook grinned at you cheekily. His long blond hair was messy and wild from the night. You dropped your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The tattoos on his right arm and hand danced with movement.

He was slowly palming himself to hardness.

"A question. Is this all you think about?"

Your silvery tail swished from side to side, stopping to curl around your thigh. His eyes watched it hungrily. 

"No."

Jungkook scooted himself closer, now firmly gripping his thick cock. Long, smooth strokes, gasping a little as he squeezed the base of the swollen head. 

"But it's hard not to when you're naked in front of me," he breathed, reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I can put clothes on."

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, lip trapped between his teeth. The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you with his action. Warm breath drifted onto your lips. 

"Do you want to?" he murmured, trying not to sound disappointed.

You flicked your eyes down, then back up. "What are you going to do with that?"

His dark eyes on your now, most likely, golden orbs.

"Put it in you. Fuck you. Cum inside and fuck you some more."

You opened your mouth, saliva dripping out, saturated and potent. His lips were instantly on yours, drinking it up, moaning, pumping himself harder and more furiously as you opened your legs, dropping his phone and pulling him on top of you. He moaned as the throbbing head pressed against your thigh, leaking pre-cum everywhere. 

"What do yo–ah!"

His voice pitched as you lowered your head, spitting your scent down his length. His eyes rolled back and his hand lost grip for a second, enough time for you to grab his hips and sink him down into your pulsating wet heat. 

"O-oh, fuck, have mercy... p-please..."

You grinned maniacally and raised your hips to smack his, earning a choked gasp of your name. Ah, so good, nice and hard and jerking against your tight walls. Jungkook planted his hands on the bed, panting, eyes already glazed over. 

"So... fucking... good..."

His fingers dug into the sheets and he thrust into you roughly, your silvery ears flicking upwards to listen to his breathless moans, plush tail curling around and brushing against his muscular legs. You watched the strain on his neck, veins appearing, long ash blond hair swaying as he fucked you into his bed. You tightened around him and Jungkook groaned, arms shaking, but you reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to look at you, tangling your fingers in his blond locks and pulling them back, away from his face, revealing his sculpted features and dark pink lips. 

"Feels so fucking good..." he hissed, slapping your hips together. "Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fucking cum..."

You took a spare moment to remove one of your hands from his head and shoved a few fingers into your lips. Jungkook's dark brown eyes shook as he watched, cock twitching inside you as you pulled the two fingers out, strings of saliva following, and smeared them on his swollen lips. 

It sent him over the edge, throwing his head back and shouting your name, pumping your tight hole full of his orgasm, a violent squelch as he shoved himself all the way in, cramming the thick white liquid back into your pussy. You gasped out his name, grabbing his ass and smacking your hips to his, leading the pace now, Jungkook's body shaking and quivering as you used him like a tool to fuck it all back into you, slippery and messy, his cum dribbling out onto your ass, but still you fucked him, undeterred. He was blinking hard, using all the energy he had left to hold himself up as his sweat dripped down his jaw and hit your chest. Your breath came out in heavy huffs, laced with pheromones.

You growled, grating, animalistic.

"Give me another, come on, I know you want to, you delicious piece of meat."

Despite it all, Jungkook's lips curved into a pleased smirk. 

"Never been happier... to be referred to as a delicious piece of meat..."

You bared your teeth, licking them as you clenched around his stiff cock. He moaned wantonly, unable to resist as you repeatedly rammed his crotch into yours, so loud, so rough, so obscene, window open and all. He threw his head back once more, Adam’s apple peeking out, throat exposed right in front of your open jaws as he wailed your name, shooting his second release into your pussy, mixing with the rest and spilling out, forced by your walls spasming around him, sighing in satisfaction as you came, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets, creating a puddle of cum beneath the two of you. 

You could smell it. He could smell it.

Pure sex.

Jungkook slipped down, chest heaving, his hands sliding down the bed. You felt him reach between your legs and shove himself back in you, smearing his cum and your cum all over his balls before bringing his hand back up to lick his fingers off. You raised your eyebrows.

"Your pussy... is the fucking best..."

You chuckled, rumbling him on your torso. He was putting his full weight on you, but it felt like nothing.

"I think you have an addiction."

His sweaty hair tickled your neck. You straightened it out, listening to Jungkook panting in heavy hot puffs.

"I probably do."

He shivered against your skin. 

"No regrets though."

-

The Dire Alpha was sitting in the throne room. 

It was a formality of a space, completely useless. It had been in this stone castle for centuries, the castle the Alpha lived in when he ruled the Dire people. Since then, it had been updated and modernized to the current Alpha's liking every time a new ruler was appointed. 

The silver throne sat at the top of the shallow stairs, the obvious place of power. Carved images of wolves decorated the platinum, eyes inlaid with opalescent gems and diamonds. At the top, the emblem of the current Alpha’s family was slotted in. 

The jagged diamond with a platinum flower pressed into the center. 

The large black wolf sat on said throne, wearing his usual blazer, vest, white dress shirt, and regal black tie. All of his clothes were custom made for his huge wolf proportions. The Alpha refused to shift back to human form. This was his own personal choice and it bothered a lot of people, but the Alpha did not give a single shit. The same circular diamond emblem was around his neck on a thick silver chain, along with another pendant that usually sat behind it. An arrowhead pointing down with a lotus at the top, its petals made of opalescent gems. 

The Alpha looked down in his paw, at the almost hilariously tiny wood box. It was open and inside was another silver chain, covered with silver rings. 

Twenty-five, to be exact. 

He closed the box and put it in his lap. The Alpha knew the exact direction the moon was in, even if he couldn't see it through the stone walls. It called to him, like a faint, familiar, sweet voice. He reached up and touched the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice with his claw, looked up to the moon. 

The universal sign of the Dire, paying respects to the dead. 

The Alpha breathed in deep. 

There was no one here. He had assistants and helpers, but they had all been ordered home to their families, as they were every night. The Alpha did not have full-time servants. He was fine by himself. He could wipe his own ass.

He snorted, a harrowing, harsh huff.

People should appreciate their families, because one never knows when they'll disappear. 

The Alpha stood up, taking the wooden box with him. Steady, measured steps, full of strength and power. His claws clacked against the stone with every step he took, heavy and thudding despite the material of the floor. Walking through the halls, knowing he was alone. Not even his precious daughter was here, reading her books or pondering with that clever brain of hers. 

The Dire Alpha paused. 

He sniffed the air. 

Pinpointed exactly what he wanted to know. 

Growled, baring all his sharp, pointed teeth. Snapped them tightly as he stalked down the hall, suddenly in a terrible mood. If he ever met this human, he was definitely going to try and bite his head off. His daughter would stop him for sure, but maybe he could get in a hearty chomp. 

How dare this human touch his prefect daughter.

His paw touched the arrowhead once again and he could hear her voice, pretty and musical. Knew what she would say to him. He could almost feel her hand holding his, her expression highly amused. 

Oh, husband, you know she's just like you. Once she sets her sights on something, she'll chase it to the end.

He grumbled to himself. 

The Dire Alpha knew. 

He was still going to nibble an ear off that man.

-

Jungkook sneezed loudly. 

He shook his head, blinking fast. Ow. That hurt. 

"Are you getting sick?"

"It was just a sneeze. Someone must be thinking about me," Jungkook laughed, wiping himself down with the warm, wet towel, trying to clean his skin. He was in the bathroom, sticky all over. Huh. Maybe they should try to have less messy sex. 

He thought about her dripping tongue. 

Nah. 

"Well, it's not me," she grunted. He could hear her yanking off the sheets and replacing them so they could sleep. 

"Aw, why not?"

"Because I'm trying to figure out how to unfold this fitted sheet, hmph."

He chuckled, staring at himself in the mirror. His ash blond hair looked very chaotic despite him brushing it, wavy and tousled from being played with her fingers.

He liked it. 

Jungkook grinned, somehow ready to do it all over again. 

Hopefully no one was plotting his death or anything. 

-

The Dire Alpha rolled over in his sleep. 

Snarling viciously. 

Having sweet dreams that were probably horrific nightmares for a certain blond-haired human male.

-

"Do you work here?"

"No, sorry."

Silence. 

"Why are you standing behind the counter?"

"... The guy who works here asked me to watch the store because he went to the bathroom."

"Oh."

The man in front of you had dark hair and cat-like eyes. He looked like he was perpetually frowning. He was wearing a baggy white shirt under a red-checkered flannel and distressed blue jeans. Black face mask squishing his round cheeks. He had pulled it down to speak to you. The man tapped the counter, a sealed record in front of him. He had long fingers like a pianist.

You looked down at the record. 

"You like John Mayer?"

The man's dark eyes flickered to you. "Uh... well, I actually don't know much about American music. I was going to ask the guy who worked here if he was any good."

"He is." You pointed to the vinyl under his hands. "However, Continuum is considered his best work. What you have there is Battle Studies, the album that followed the success of Continuum. Some say it's good, some say it's bad but, in any case, it was always going to have mixed reviews since it followed the shadow of his pervious success. Mayer himself said it wasn't one of his best works." 

You reached over and the man retreated his hands, letting you flip over the record. 

"He's a guitarist. I suppose you could call his genre blues-pop. But the interesting thing about this album is that if you listen closely, you can hear his internal struggle between his music and himself. His lyrics are almost too commercial, trying to replicate the success of Continuum, and yet his guitar seems to have its own voice, a uniqueness that almost contradicts the lyrics themselves. My favorite song on this album is ‘Edge of Desire’."

You looked up at the man from under your hood. Your left hand was out, tattoo exposed, pointing to the track. You retreated it. The man with the cat-like eyes tilted his head, listening closely. 

"Do you recommend it?" he asked in his deep voice. 

"It's worth a listen. It's good for introspective people, if you like that sort of thing."

"Okay, I'll buy it."

"Wow, you want to work here?"

Both of you jumped, snapping your heads to face Jeon Jungkook, standing right next to you with starry eyes and a thin black turtleneck. Jungkook seemed to have invested in them lately. You saw him wear them quite often, usually after a long night with you.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung, how's it going? Did you find something you liked?"

The shorter man slid the vinyl record over to Jungkook. "Er, yeah. Your friend here helped me make my decision." The man named Yoongi frowned. "Why are you wearing a turtleneck? It's pretty warm today."

You yanked your own black face mask up and backed away from the counter, mumbling that you needed to go to the bathroom. Your cheeks suddenly felt too warm. Jungkook was sputtering at the counter, struggling to think of a response.

"U-uh... f-fashion?"

-

Jungkook couldn't say, "Because I like it when my wolf girlfriend bites me with her big sharp teeth."

Well, he could, but then Min Yoongi would probably think he was a freak and never shop here again. 

-

Min Yoongi puttered out of the records store, satisfied with his new purchase. He hadn't expected to see a Dire there, but he was happy to see one, because he liked Dires. They always seemed so well-versed and educated. 

She had a small mole underneath her right eye, near the inner corner.

Cute. 

Yoongi had enjoyed watching her talk. She seemed very intelligent. He wondered if she would continue hanging around the store. He liked to hear a lot of different perspectives, on life and music, and a Dire’s viewpoint wasn’t one he got to investigate often.

He remembered their reaction to his question about Jungkook’s turtleneck.

Hmm.

Yes, it seemed likely that Yoongi would see her at the record store again.

-

“Could you do this for me, please?”

You had your reservations. But it was hard to resist those puppy eyes.

“Don’t make any sudden movements.”

He nodded so fast his blond hair went flying. He already had red-purple bites on his shoulder, gleaming with your saliva. Was he crazy? Probably. It would be just your luck to have a crazy boyfriend.

“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“How long you been thinking about this?”

He bit his lower lip, shifting his eyes hastily. “Ever since… the first lick to the face in the alley?”

Of course.

He’d been begging you for ages now. You were a little nervous, but you also knew there was nothing to worry about. You weren’t going to hurt him. You just weren’t sure if your canine teeth were attractive in that way. You snuck a glance at Jungkook’s eager face.

Yes, that face definitely wanted a blowjob involving your pointy chompers.

Probably a little too much.

You ticked your head and your ears flicked back and forth. Lowered yourself, holding him down with your hands, trailing kisses over his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs, making Jungkook squirm and plead with you for more, more, and you ignored him, tongue snaking out and tracing patterns onto his skin, soaking it with your scent.

“Oooh, yes, fuck…”

You nipped at his flesh, leaving tiny bites. Jungkook gasped, lashes fluttering as his cock popped up and brushed against your cheek, slowly hardening with the multiple sensations. You kissed down the curve of his inner thigh, wrapping your tongue around his balls.

He gasped out your name, clutching the sheets and twisting them.

You coated them in your saliva, thick, wet, slick, and then shoved your nose into them, breath in heavy huffs as you exhaled, slapping your tongue against them at the same time. He was a groaning mess, nearly humping your face if it wasn’t for your strong grip on his hips. You lapped at the base of his cock, bouncing his dick with your tongue.

“P-please put me in your mouth, please…”

But instead of his cock, you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, massaging it roughly against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, sending him into a frenzy of cries, his hard cock smacking you in the nose, dripping pre-cum on your forehead. Oh, fuck, he smelled so good and sounded so sexy, desperately begging for more. You were careful with your teeth, your biggest worry, and popped his balls in and out of your mouth, switching between the two, increasing the sensitivity with your scent painted all over him.

“Ah, it’s so good, so fucking good, I knew it would feel so good…”

You licked a fat stripe up his length and Jungkook’s shoulders jerked, tipping his head down to gaze hazily at you, seeing your face smeared with saliva and pre-cum, before you circled your tongue around the head repeatedly, drooling all over his cock, not being subtle about it, drenching him just the way he wanted.

“Oh… my… God…”

His eyes rolled back and you wrapped your lips around the head, licking the slit, flaring it open a bit with the tip of your tongue, pooling more. He was going to rip the sheets with how tightly he was grasping onto them, muscles and veins bulging out his forearms, tattoos distorted by how much he was flexing his right arm. You lapped at the thin skin underneath the head and felt his taste intensify, leaking more pre-cum into your mouth.

“Mmm, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t… oh, fuck…”

You swallowed his entire length and Jungkook slammed his head back into the pillows, wailing in pleasure as you bobbed your head up and down, wrapping him with your warm, wet heat, so messy and dirty that it made loud squelching sounds, saliva splashing onto his crotch and down his ass. Jungkook was trying to hump your face, but you pinned him down and for some reason this made him harder, cock jerking in your mouth and pulsing in your throat, ripping his hands from the sheets and burrowing them in his blond hair, sharply crying out your name and definitely disturbing the neighbors with how loud he was being.

“Oh, fuck!”

His salty taste flooded your mouth, shooting down your throat violently. You drank greedily, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation of his cock throbbing with every new gulp, painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. Your whole body shivered, warmed and pleasured by your lover’s taste, the perfect flavor.

It seemed to complement your scent in a strangely satisfying way.

“O-open… your… mouth…”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook staring down at you, looking fucked-out and drained, but also hesitantly expectant. It wasn’t hard to guess what he desired. You peeled your lips back to reveal your carnivorous teeth, keeping them away from his skin, tongue still licking him up and down. He shuddered, biting his lip, looking slightly guilty and absurdly aroused all at once.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he muttered, cheeks flushing.

You ticked your head, the side of your lips tugging upwards.

“We all have kinks.”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, shuddering breaths in the afterglow.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

You backed up a little, laughing in playful barks.

“Who’s going to know? It’s not like it’s written down on the internet for anyone to read.”

Jungkook laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

-

…

No comment.

-

Unfortunately, the time afterwards ended up being much more solemn.

"Got some fights coming up."

Jungkook sucked on his lower lip. "Another one?"

"There's always another one."

"I don't like that you have to fight them."

"Well, me neither, but that's how it is."

"Just because that's how it is, doesn't mean it's right."

She didn't reply at first. They were face to face. She traced his cheeks with her fingernails, pressing lightly on each mole on his face. 

"If everything was right in this world..." Her eyes found his. "Then there would be nothing to fight for."

Jungkook placed his hands on hers, fingertips grazing over the eight silver rings, each one different, from simple to intricate. They were heavy, weighing down her hands. 

"What happens when there are more than ten?" he wondered out loud. 

"I replace the weakest ones with the stronger ones." Her palm pressed into his jaw. 

"Don't you hate it?"

She looked down; expression pensive. "It is hard to hate what you are. Because that's all you know for a long, long time. That's how you were formed to face this world." Her head raised and her silvery ears flicked slightly. "I am proud of what I am. You cannot pick and choose only the good parts of your species. You have to face all of it."

A moment of hesitation.

"I will be honest. I don't know what I will change when I'm Alpha. I don't know what I'm capable of changing or if I will feel the same as I feel now. It is easy to say I will try to make a better world, but to actually do it... it's not so easy."

Jungkook could tell now. She really was the Dire Alpha's child. 

"To be a leader means to have people who want to be led. But it gets more complicated when you don't want your followers to be blindly accepting everything you do. And, well, following my father's rule will be..." she trailed off. Retreated her hand from his face and ran it through her hair, sighing softly. Backed up, raising her hood, walking backwards to his bedroom window. 

Her eyes on him the whole time. 

They streaked with gold for a split second, as if she connected with her inner wolf to console and remind herself of who and what she was. Put on her sneakers and tapped the toe against the floor, righting them. Opened the window and got halfway out before looking back at him. 

She smirked.

"Gotta go, piece of main ass."

Jungkook crossed the space between them with two strides and kissed her deeply, breathing in her scent, committing it to memory. She pressed back against him, one hand finding his shirt, pulling him close. They broke apart after minutes of kisses, not wanting to let go. He smiled at her. The cool breeze and sounds of the city radiated out of the open window. 

"Your father will be proud of you."

She laughed, that lively bark he loved. "I don't know about that."

He reached up and smoothed the fur on her ear. 

"He'll see."

Her eyes flickered to him, flecks of gold glittering. 

"I guess he will."

And then she dropped from his window, swiftly dashing back to her own world. A world that someday he might be invited to, he hoped.

Jungkook plopped himself onto the windowsill and watched her go, deft and light on her feet. He stayed long after he couldn't see her anymore. The moon basked him with its glory, bringing out the gold in his ash blond hair. 

-

I heard a little whisper that you're fucking a human. 

You skillfully wrapped the gauze around your arm, breathing hard. There was pressure in your chest, tenseness of adrenaline and fury trapped inside your ribcage.

I hope I get so lucky. 

The words replayed over and over in your head. You wrenched up your thigh, pain shooting up your hip as blood oozed out of the deep gash. You began to dress it slowly, hoarse huffs of exertion leaving your throat. The reflection in the broken mirror in front of you was yours, naked, bleeding, eyes burning vicious gold. Dried blood caked on your silvery ears and bushy tail. 

Not your blood. 

When are you going to eat him and get a real man?

You snarled and punched the mirror, shattering the image of wrath-filled gold. 

A silk robe draped over your shoulders. Your knuckles were shredded, cut up by reflective glass, but you said nothing, panting heavily. Fresh blood dripped onto the stone, red, coppery, splattering onto gray.

"Daughter."

Big black paws on your shoulders, tipped with wicked black claws. It was an oppressive but familiar weight. Your back refused to buckle from it despite all the pain. 

"All his limbs are broken. Five ribs. He might bleed out from a lung puncture."

You pulled the robe closed to cover yourself, tying it up impassively. 

"As you like, Father."

"An emotional fighter is not a good one."

You stilled. 

"Did you forget all your grand ideals? All your silly hopes? Or were they merely dreams you toyed with?"

The Alpha took a step back, removing his hold on you. You still didn't move, immobilized by the truth. 

"Do you think your boy would be happy knowing the mere mention of his existence turned you into what you hate most?"

Slowly, you turned around. Your father stood in the doorway of the chamber. He filled the entire space, huge, fierce, wolf eyes burning gold, wearing the embellishments of the Alpha – the grandiose silver robes against his thick black fur, the thorned platinum crown with diamonds, the jagged diamond pendant with the plum flower around his neck, shadowing the arrowhead emblem of your mother. 

"But... you..."

He cast a discerning eye at you. 

"I am me. You are you."

He turned around, silver robes flaring out.

"If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose."

The Alpha walked away. 

-

Nine rings.

Your left thumb, the snake head with black gems as eyes. Your left index, the black stone with a bone-shaped silver band. Your left middle, the wolf with the opalescent eyes. Your left pinky, the simple silver band. Your right thumb, the large opal gem inlaid in stars. Your right index, the skull with the snake coming out of its mouth. Your right ring finger, the script ring that read, FEED. Your right pinky, a twisted silver band. 

And now, your left ring finger. The ten-pointed star etched into a hammered silver circle.

Nine rings. Nine Dires. 

Sons.

Men. 

People.

If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose. 

You lifted your head, adorned with a smaller thorned platinum crown, laced with diamonds. The diamond emblem with the plum flower hung from your neck, a heavy weight. You were wrapped in a silver and black robe with black shorts. How long has it been since you had last seen your love? Almost two months. 

I really miss you. 

You could feel it. 

Your father removed the headpiece. Held out his hand. A silver ring with a moth motif, opal gems as wings.

"Number ten, my daughter."

You removed your nine rings, placing them in a wooden box. Your wooden box. Your father closed the box when you were done and placed the moth ring on top of it. You stepped up to the door of the ritualistic arena. 

Your father called out to you. 

"Do not disappoint."

You were about to look back. Disappoint who? Your father? Your people? Jungkook? Then you realized. 

You. 

You pushed open the doors to a huge, gray-brown wolf with a wicked scar over one eye, eyes blazing gold. He growled at you, black lips peeling back into a vile smirk.

"Oh? Thought you weren't going to show up because you're a human's bitch now."

You narrowed your eyes. Felt the power surge through you, a flurry of silver fur and gold glow, clothes being torn to shreds as you changed, the diamond pendant banging into your collarbones as you bared your sharp teeth and claws.

"That's Miss Human's Bitch to you."

And then you charged. 

-

You stared at his sleeping form. 

Reached over and brushed his blond hair away from his forehead. All five fingers of your right hand now adorned with rings. The moth ring gleamed on your right middle finger. 

Jeon Jungkook was snoring very loudly. 

You were mildly surprised he hadn't woken himself up yet with his own snoring. Did he have allergies? A blockage? He sounded like he was being strangled with phlegm.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor," you muttered, shaking your head. 

His lashes fluttered, but he still sounded like he was dying a horrible death. Good thing you were here to make sure he wasn't. Your fingertips hovered over his face, tracing his handsome features. His cheeks were a little puffy. Did he have too much salt before bed? Your eyes fell on each mole on his face. You pressed your index finger onto the one below his lower lip. 

"In some cultures," you whispered softly. "Moles are thought to be kisses from the moon."

"Then make out with my face."

You pursed your lips. 

"Was that your pretend snoring?"

Jungkook cracked an eye open, a slow grin forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you would rip off the covers and have your way with me."

You raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I'm not accustomed to human rituals then."

He sat up on the bed and you backed up to give him space. Instantly, his eyes were on your hands. 

"That's ten now."

"Yes."

Jungkook was shirtless. You could see he had been working out, muscles more defined now. Was he taking your advice? You meant it as a half-joke, but it seemed he had taken you seriously. His tattoos stood out against his tan skin. You wondered what they all meant or if they even had meaning. Not everything needed meaning after all. Would he get one to represent you someday?

"You seem different."

You looked up at him and scratched your neck. Let out a sigh. He watched you with inquisitive brown eyes. 

"I was beginning to think you didn't care about me anymore since you weren't furiously masturbating every night," you chuckled.

"I thought about it," he replied instantly, scooting closer to you. "But you said you had fights, so I didn't want to distract you." 

"That never stopped you before."

You saw his cheeks flush. He frowned. "Yeah, well..." He tilted his head. It felt like he was trying to organize his thoughts. You waited patiently "I was thinking about what you said last time. About how you can't only pick and choose the good parts of your species. About being a leader." Jungkook puffed his cheeks. "I'm not really good at any of that stuff, you know? I don't really think about it. I just work at a records store and talk about music and focus on making myself better."

You smiled. "You don't have to do anything more than that, you know."

"But you do."

"That's not something you have to worry about."

"I want to help you." He rubbed the back of his hair, making his bedhead even messier. "I don't know how though."

You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and him. 

"You don't have to do anything special." 

The moonlight illuminated his face, casting it in a gentle glow. 

"I only want a home."

Jungkook's eyes flitted around his small apartment bedroom. He laughed awkwardly. "I guess this doesn't cut it, huh?"

You shook your head.

"Home isn't a place."

Gold orbs to dark brown. 

"Home is a person. And my person is you."

-

Take a moment. 

Before we get freaky and all that.

-

"Your eyes are really gold."

She blinked slowly, backing up. "Yeah... they probably are."

"What do you mean?"

She shifted her gaze and smirked. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me."

It took Jungkook a minute. He tilted his head this way and that, mental question marks flashing before it finally dawned on him. 

"Hey! Are you calling me insatiably horny again?"

Her ears flicked back and forth. She wasn't laughing, but her eyes certainly were. 

"I didn't want to ruin the moment."

"Look here," Jungkook growled, grabbing the front of her baggy gray hoodie and dragging her to him. He could tell she was letting herself get dragged, highly amused. "I've been waiting two months! Like the good guy I am! And now you won't tell me when you're horny? That's just rude!"

She laughed in that wild bark of hers. "I guess you won't be pleased to know I wasn't gone for two months only because I had fights and soul-searching to do, but also because I went through heat and decided to spare you the experience."

"You did WHAT?" Jungkook roared. She couldn't stop laughing as he shook her angrily. "How could you leave me out of that? What about my needs?"

"Seeing me in heat is not a need–"

"Yes, it is! It is for me! What's it like? Are you horny all the time?"

"I'm just a crabby bitch, to be honest."

He narrowed his eyes. 

"You LIAR!"

He tackled her to the bed, pinning her down and she grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pinning him down, until it became of a game of rolling around in the bed, sending the blankets into a jumbled mess, him never exactly winning but her letting him push her around anyway, laughter in her eyes and smile on her face. 

All of a sudden, she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down on the bed. 

And growled. 

Jungkook's eyes widened. It wasn't a playful or gentle growl. It was a violent, possessive one and she wasn't looking at him. 

She was staring at the window. 

Eyes stark gold, grip on his shoulders almost crushing. Lips peeled back, and growling low, baring all of her sharp teeth. Ears taut and upwards, tall up and out. The harsh noise rumbled in her chest. She got off him and Jungkook sat up, watching her stalk to the window, powerful and aggressive, almost as if the very air was electrified by her presence. With every step, her presence and sound seemed to grow, overtaking the room and leaking out the window, amplified by the night.

For a split second, Jungkook could see the Alpha in her, almost a shadow of that black wolf's face on her features. 

"You do not belong here."

Did he hear that correctly? Jungkook's eyes widened at her malicious, disorienting snarl. An animalistic whisper and fearsome resonation of command all at once. 

"Get lost or I will make you get lost."

She tilted her head at the window. Not a nice tilt. A predatory gaze of discernment. 

She stuck her head out the window. 

One second. 

Two seconds. 

Three seconds. 

Jungkook didn't even realize he was holding his breath. 

She retreated her head and slammed the window closed, making him jump. 

"Going to hire you a security detail," she stated calmly, voice no longer that oppressive tone. 

"Uh... okay..." He blinked slowly. "What was that?"

Her gold eyes affixed on him. She held up her hands. The ten rings gleamed wickedly, gems and silver alike.

"Word has gotten around. Not everyone is pleased by our relations." She lowered them, letting out a tense breath. "I will need to attend to certain... matters when I return."

"Oh."

Silence. The moonlight gleamed off her fur and hair. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply, as if she was reading the air. It was fascinating, the way her nostrils flared slightly and she seemed to know things, even though the window was closed, her expression relaxing. Her eyebrow raised. Gold orbs snapped open. 

"Why are you horny?"

Jungkook started, head jerking down to his underwear. 

"Er..." He struggled to explain the massive tent. "It was very attractive. Watching you."

Her eyebrow ticked higher. 

"Someone was thinking about injuring you, possibly murdering you, and you're getting aroused by me defending you?"

"Um... yes?"

-

Sigh. 

Humans. 

You removed your rings and placed them on his nightstand. 

Then you removed your clothes.

-

"In my defense, last time I was very fucked up and couldn't appreciate how hot you were defending me," Jungkook protested. 

"Mhm."

"Um..."

One hand, then the other, crawling onto the bed, eyes burning gold, pointed teeth glistening, breath hot and heavy. He could feel it, the irresistible arousal, the yearning, and he tried to hold back, grabbing fistfuls of his own sheets. 

"Do you think you could...?"

Her head lowered, ears still straight up. For some reason, Jungkook felt compelled to drop to his elbows, still staring at her now naked body. She had removed everything. Including the heavy pendant. He could see the curve of her breasts, hard nipples poking out. Stopped right before his massive erection, the fabric almost sheer with how much it was being stretched out, pre-cum soaking through the front. 

"Could?" she echoed teasingly. 

"C-Could... oh, fuck!"

She leaned down and drenched the fabric with her saliva, covering his clothed cock with wetness, molding it to his length, the sudden rush of euphoria causing it to jerk in his boxer briefs. His hips lifted with his exclamation, and she shoved them back down roughly, holding them in place. 

"P-Please, oh, fuck... fuck it's just so-o-o good..."

He could feel it sticking to him, drenched fabric stuck to his pulsating hardness, the head of his cock rubbing against the confines and leaking pre-cum. The pleasure was everywhere, invading him, tensing every muscle as she dipped her head. Nudged his wet length with her nose, grinning, all teeth and tongue. 

Holy fuck, he'd never been so turned on in his life. 

"Please, do it again... p-please..." came his breathless gasp, twisting his fingers in his sheets. "Want... your mouth..."

She snaked her tongue out, pressing it against the clothed head. Jungkook moaned loudly, the barely there sensation causing his cock to twitch more, the tip so soaked it felt like it was already in her mouth. 

"D-Don't tease, please," he begged, desperately trying to move his hips and falling, her grip like steel.

A raspy chuckle. 

"I'll give you want you want, love."

Jungkook's brain forgot how to function. 

She growled and sunk her teeth into the pocket of wet fabric, shredding his boxer briefs instantly, freeing his cock, which sprang up and wetly smacked her in the cheek. It took him a full second to realize she had bitten the stretched-out fabric of his underwear that appeared because of his erection and not his actual dick, otherwise this would been a very different kind of porno (and not the good kind). Thankfully, his purple-red cock was one hundred percent intact. His black boxer briefs were now only scraps of fabric that flopped uselessly onto his bed, but he didn’t notice or care.

Jungkook yelped as she slathered his balls with her scent, hips shuddering and possibly half-orgasming because it was so fucking good, coating the tip with milky whiteness.

"I c-can't–oh my Goooooood..." 

His eyes rolled back and Jungkook fell onto the bed, groaning with pleasure the second her tongue started swiping up his cock, lapping upwards and blanketing the head, drinking up his leaking pre-cum. It only took a second and he was gone, fucking gone, shooting into her throat as her saliva slipped down his hot throbbing length, enveloping him with her mouth, chuckling as she swallowed, curling her tongue around the tip, collecting it. 

"Fuck, that's so fucking e-embarrassing..." he choked out, annoyed that he couldn't control it, even after working out so hard to increase his stamina. It had been two months! He did jack off every once in a while, but he had tried to be a good boy and not be too distracting.

Jungkook had a lot pent up, okay?!

Her golden eyes flickered to his brown ones the second he lifted his head to look down at her.

Lips opening, revealing her sharp teeth around his cock. His cock trembled underneath her open jaws. 

Yup.

This was turning him on even more. 

Jungkook just had to admit this was his kink now. 

She wrapped her lips around him again and began to move her head up and down, rushes of intense pleasure rocketing through him, gasping for breath, hips locked in place by her hold, the skin underneath her fingertips bruising because his body was straining so hard, desperately trying to ram into her mouth, but he didn't even feel the pain. Couldn't even consider it. It was like he was spellbound, chasing his release until he let out a dragged-out wail of her name, the wet, warm pressure too much, cock twitching as he came again, thick spurts down her tongue and trickling into her throat. She sucked hard, gulping it down, and, not to be dramatic or anything, but Jungkook swore he saw pearly white gates for a second, holy fuck, the whole experience unreal and almost too much, ecstasy shooting all over his nerves and constricting them, a sweet throb of intensity that refused to dull.

It was all he could feel.

It was glorious.

No drug could compare to the high her mouth on his cock could give him.

"Are you dead?"

Jungkook vaguely heard her husky rasp as she raised herself above him, peering at his face. 

"I think so," he wheezed. He nearly forgot to breathe. "Sit on my dick to find out."

"Oh, he's perfectly fine."

Jungkook had maybe half a second to wonder before he squeaked, his still-hard cock suddenly clamped by the hot, dripping vise of her pussy, tail thumping against his legs, her hands now in his chest, rocking back and forth as she sank down, smacking him against every ridge and curve of her walls. 

"O-oh, fuck me!" 

"I am," she replied, infuriatingly calmly, but Jungkook was doomed now, lost in the aching, overwhelming pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she smacked her hips into him over and over, loud, sloppy, obscene, fur tail tickling his fucking balls. He couldn't even say no or yes or harder, because he was consumed by lust – breathing? who gave a fuck about that? – crying out her name and arching his back into her nails, enjoying the visceral feeling of her scratches, pussy and thighs viciously squeezing him, ecstasy crashing into him with every thrust.

The first – well, technically, third of the night, first inside – orgasm slammed into him, her nails digging into his chest as he moaned, saliva falling from her lips and onto his pecs, messy splatters that heightened the pleasure, sending tingling shivers over his skin and into his core, matching the shudders of his hips as he shot into her pussy, the sound squishy and slippery as she continued roughly rolling her hips into his, exhaling in satisfaction. 

"Want me to slow down?" she breathed out, leaning down, hands beside his head. 

"No," he hissed, sheer will tearing his words out of him. "Ruin me, fuck, feels fucking amazing."

A slow grin formed on her face. "Can you handle that?"

"I don't care if I can or not, suffocate it out of him," Jungkook growled, raising himself up a little and presenting his neck, flicking his head to fling back his now sweat-soaked blond hair. 

-

"Bite me when you cum."

You stared at his neck, tendons popping out and straining, muscles flexed underneath you, tan skin stretched taut, your wolf instincts making you drool at this a fucking meal handed to you, pussy throbbing with the fullness of Jungkook's cock. He was still so hard, although perhaps that was also due to you tightening around him. You leaned forward, using more force, more speed to fuck him into his bed, the tenseness all over his body, jaw clenched, his brown eyes on you, pupils blown out. Hunger, craving, insatiable, carnal, speaking to you on a different level, a level he probably didn't even understand, but you did, a feeling you thought only Dires felt, but perhaps he was so connected to you that he was trapped in it too, imprisoned in the intoxication of pleasure. 

It rose within you, a rush of wildness, and you grabbed his shoulders, hearing him moan and then the pitch heightened as you sank your teeth into his shoulder, a hoarse hiss as you squeezed his length violently, orgasm bolting through you as your jaws made contact with his skin, his scent invading all your senses, painting your inner walls and your mouth and tongue, drops off blood trickling into your tongue as you moaned his name, switching to sucking instead to avoid doing real damage. 

Jungkook seemed not to notice, or maybe he even liked it, because he was whimpering with bliss, hands coming up to press your hips down onto his jerking cock, shooting the last spurts of cum inside you, some of it leaking out and coating his balls, his hold forcing you to sit down on the slippery mess. 

Your mouth was still locked around his shoulder, kneading the flesh gently with your teeth, the hint of blood making your eyelids flutter.

Dirty. Rough. Draining. 

Feral. 

You detached your jaw, arms sliding up to cradle Jungkook's blond head, kissing him softly. He seemed to be in the verge on unconsciousness. His shoulder was badly bruised, nicks of your bite glistening, but no longer bleeding. 

"Are you dead?" you murmured, nuzzling his nose. He was breathing very hard, hot pants down your neck, eyes barely open. 

"At least I... had the best fuck of my life... before I died..."

-

"You slept for twelve hours."

"What?" Jungkook panicked, only to howl in pain as he twisted too fast and crumpled back into the bed. The afternoon streamed through the window, birds chirping loudly. How had he slept through all this? He was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep this late…

"Ack... work..."

"I called the manager of the records store. He decided to close for today."

Jungkook paled. "I need that job. You didn't threaten him, did you?"

She blinked at him. "What? No. I just asked if he would give you a couple days off if I paid the store’s rent this month. He seemed very excited about it."

Jungkook blinked. "But... I need money."

Her silvery ears ticked. "For what? I'll buy whatever it is."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Rich people..."

Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "Besides, you needed to recover from all that sex."

He felt his ears heat. It was only then that he realized she was fully dressed, sitting next to him on the bed. Was she leaving? He reached out and clutched her gray hoodie, frowning. The blanket fluttered down, revealing the purple bite on his shoulder.

Then Jungkook jumped and almost screamed, because he realized they weren't alone. 

Two men in black suits were standing next to his bed. Neat black ties, crisp white shirts. The taller one had curly black-brown hair and a boxy smile. Honey tan skin and strong features. The shorter one had blond hair and a cheerful smile with plump lips. Small hands, with round soft cheeks that reminded Jungkook of rice cake. 

The one with the boxy smile smirked. 

"Fun night?" he drawled in his baritone voice. 

Jungkook yanked the covers all the way up to his chin. 

"W... who are you?" he croaked in shock. 

Her silvery ears flicked and she gestured to them calmly, as if their appearance in his fucking bedroom was totally normal. 

"Your new personal security. Kim Taehyung," she said, pointing to the one who spoke. "And Park Jimin." The shorter one with the small hands and round cheeks. 

Jungkook blinked. "They're human."

Taehyung looked offended. "With guns."

"Tranquilizer guns," Jimin corrected hastily. He had a cheery voice that matched his smile. Jungkook caught his eye though and there was a devilish smirk. Well, he might look innocent. Jungkook scowled at him. 

"Who will probably not have to use them," she continued speaking, still not addressing why they were discussing this with Jungkook, quick check, yup, still naked. "Since traveling in a group is safer and attacking three humans at once will be a bigger penalty than one. And Taehyung and Jimin here come highly recommended by my father's security guard."

Jimin puffed his chest proudly and Taehyung smacked him in the chest, deflating him with a squeak.

"Well... the company," Taehyung said, handing Jungkook a business card. Jungkook debated on whether or not to take it. He reached out to receive it, exposing his right tattooed arm and the giant purple bite on his shoulder. Jimin's eyes immediately shifted to it with an amused grin. Jungkook ignored it and took a look at the card. 

RJ's Private Security Services We paca-punch! Kim Seokjin, CEO and Head of Security

It was accompanied by a picture of an alpaca in a security uniform with a triumphant pose and phone number. 

Jungkook stared at it for a long time, flabbergasted. 

???????

Was this even a real company?

It didn't seem real. 

That was such a terrible pun. And why an alpaca? What do alpacas have to do with security? How safe was an alpaca when the ones targeting him were, er, wolves? Jungkook was terribly unsure about all this. Also, their first meeting was with him being completely naked, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled.

"Anyway, I wanted you to meet them, because they're your new next-door neighbors now and they'll be escorting you to and from work and any other errands you might have."

Jungkook finally looked up from the card, still not sure if this was reality or if he woke up in an alternate dimension. "What? I already have neighbors." 

"Ah, yes," she nodded. "They were thinking about moving. Little one on the way. Noise level was a bit much for them anyway. I found them a bigger space at a good price."

He blinked at her. 

Taehyung and Jimin grinned.

She must have had a busy morning. 

She stood up and patted the two men on the shoulder. "Well, boys, you've met him, so perhaps it's time to get settled in."

Jimin snickered as he was about to stride away. "Will we experience the typical noise level the neighbors were concerned about throughout the day?"

Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook turned into a tomato. 

Her silvery ears twitched cheerfully as she walked them out of his bedroom. 

"Yes, I think so."

-

The Dire Alpha sniffed the air. 

Scowled. 

"Daughter, you're a wolf, not a fucking rabbit," he swore under his breath, picking the meat out of his teeth. 

On one hand, he was glad. Proud, even, for his daughter to have such an enthusiastic partner who was clearly very devoted to his pup. On another hand, he wanted to shake the young man's hand and then promptly rip his arm off for touching his precious daughter. 

It was a complicated thing, being a parent. 

The Alpha didn't think he was a good one. Her mother was better at that. But there wasn't much to do about that now. He made her the best fighter he knew, barring himself, and hoped the education he paid for was enough. It wasn't the best method, but it was what the Alpha ended up doing.

It was a miracle she didn't hate him. 

I love you, Father.

One of his claws brushed against the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice, looking in the direction of the moon. His snout raised, lips opening, peering into the past, to his silver wolf carrying the silver pup, inheriting her lovely fur. 

He seemed about to say something. 

Thought better of it. 

There was no one to listen. 

The Dire Alpha closed his jaws, alone in his stone castle once more. 

-

"Do you want to go on a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and they have an extensive meat selection, so I thought..." Jungkook's face turned pink and he shifted his eyes. "Since some places don't have many menu options for Dires... anyway, maybe we could dress up all fancy and pretend to be high class and all that superficial stuff?"

You blinked at him. 

"I'm the Dire Alpha's child, Jungkook. There isn't much higher class for Dires than the Alpha himself."

"R-right..." Jungkook coughed. "Just me then."

"If you're going to be my mate, then you'll be the same class as me."

"Oh... that's right, uh...” An awkward pause. “I take back the part about being superficial."

You let out a mirthful bark. "I'm not offended. My father has quite gaudy and old-fashioned taste. He's a bit sensitive about it when I object." You nuzzled into Jungkook's arms, silvery tail curling around him. "Is there a dress code? We don't have to look fancy to eat fancy."

You heard Jungkook fall silent. You looked up at him, tilting your head, silvery ears perked. Jungkook chewed on his very swollen lip. 

"I... wanna see you in a dress. With your ears and tail out," he said slowly, chocolate eyes finding yours. "Feels like so many Dires try to hide it and I wish... wish it wasn't like that. I also just really want to take you on a nice date." He reached up and stroked the fur on one of your ears, expression rueful. "You can wear whatever you want, but I think you would look beautiful in a dark blue dress."

"I don't own a dress."

"What?"

You flicked your ear thoughtfully.

"Do you have another reason, Jungkook?"

"... Uh..."

"Say, perhaps... showing me off?"

Jungkook's face turned bright red. "W-Well, yeah! You're the love of my life! I want to make people jealous of your hotness!"

You cocked his eyebrow, slightly vexed. "Hm, eager to flaunt that you bedded the Alpha's kin?"

Jungkook blinked at you. "What? Speak Korean please."

You paused, the irritation subsiding. That's right. He always forgot your position. By accident, you had slipped into more formal terms due to your annoyance. You were being unfair. Jungkook wasn't a pugnacious Dire chasing an ambition. He was just a guy who worked at a records store and liked being drooled on by you. 

Okay, that was a little harsh, but kind of true. 

"Sorry, I assumed something again," you apologized. "I'm too used to people having ulterior motives when they interact with me."

"I have ulterior motives," Jungkook piped up. 

You felt him try to grab your hips and lift you, but you firmly stayed in place. Jungkook swore under his breath. 

"Why do I work out five days a week and I still can't move you?" he puffed exasperatedly, shaking you by the waist.

"I'm shifting my center of gravity to counteract you–"

"Can't you romance or seduce me instead of science-ing me?" 

Silence. 

"No, that doesn't count," Jungkook gritted out, trying to resist. 

You opened your mouth and he was on you in a heartbeat. 

--

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[selinakidreams]

pairing: merman! dabi x gn reader

warnings: nameless character deaths, a singular mention of nausea + throwing up, unfortunately a lot of blood mentions, near death experiences, SHARK! THERES A SHARK IN THE WATER ! (I SWEAR this is supposed to be pretty but the warnings make it seem otherwise) slight soulmate au?, dabi had a SINGULAR moment of softness.

a/n: guys I don’t even know what this is and it’s unedited,, but welcome to my contribution to mermay ! I had two scenes plain as day STUCK in my head and I just needed to get them out,,, honestly this was just supposed to be a short lil thing but I’m invested,, so here this is

ps, though this may not be edited... I would like to thank all my monster fucking moots who helped me to piece together the perfect mer version of dabi— I love you guys so so so much.

looking out into the darkness of the night, unable to locate the horizon from your position at the edge of the ship- you lift your gaze to the sky with a small sigh.

an unimaginable amount of stars litter the atmosphere, the clear view above could never be tiresome.

the city was no place for you; too crowded, full of men who were trying to court you for your fathers money and your beauty, not enough adventure. the ocean offered a type of freedom land could never- granted, the ship wasn’t much different from the bustling towns in the sense that all the soldiers would eye you like you’re a slab of meat.

the only difference given at sea is that you’re able to put those undesirable fuckers in their place. given your ranking, your power obsessed father wasn’t completely useless.

escaping to the empty deck had been your big feat today; everyone below was gulping down wine by the barrel when you managed to slip out. it was much colder out here, the chill of the salty wind was refreshing, sobering you up quite a bit- but still mentally fuzzy enough to tempt yourself into discarding edict and loosening up your tighter garments.

your drunken attention span shifted from fiddling with your bow in the back to the inky deep water...

what was that?

ripples were quietly dancing on the surface, the warm light reflections coming from the ship’s sconces moved along with them.

it had been really fast, so fast that you were almost left to wonder if you had actually imagined the most vibrant blue eyes you had ever seen... bobbing in the ocean.

two days. it had been two days since you had first “spotted” them and absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. the sailors still went about uglily gawking at you, your captain of a father was still behind the wheel, barking orders at everyone, while you went about your business. Sighing, the image of the eyes still fresh in your mind, you prepared to be lowered into the shallower sea.

upon hearing that there was a small island not too far from your current coordinates, you commanded a stop be made, needing to take some time away from the close knit quarters you constantly share with those horrific pigs. thankfully, no arguments surfaced and you headed straight for the dinghy. it had been surprisingly easy.

the trip wasn’t too long; you patiently waited for the tip of the boat to breach the soft sand, excited for what awaited you. it was such a lovely sunny day, big puffy white clouds dotted the expansive blue sky while the palm trees at the base of the beach greeted you with a steady sway.

once your boots sunk into the wet sand, you turned to the two other men who had escorted you and informed them that you were not to be followed- but to wait right there- which in retrospect, was not a good idea. that was too much trust and responsibility that was placed in their incapable hands.

you wasted no time trudging through the lush greenery to get to the other side of the island, wanting to be as far away from the crew members as possible. 

it couldn’t have taken you more than two hours for you to reach an elaborate array of tide pools sporadically placed on a flat uneven rocky surface, some being lapped over by waves while others sat calmly- living in their own little world.

you had to look in each and every one of them.

wide eyes and mouth open, looking at all the lives in the crystal clear pools was an absolute marvel. some only held a few small sea anemones of different colors while others not only held the soft flowery plant but also housed fighting crabs of all sizes, large chunky starfish, and even a fish or two!

you took careful steps towards the end of the rocks, towards the ones where the waves were constantly restocking the pools with new life, your heart flipping in your chest at the colors of the crashing waves.

peering down into one of the deeper ones, you found it hard to take your sights away from the glistening sun streaks that cut through the water; a small gateway to the open ocean was at the bottom of this pool. it’s like you were hypnotized. making yourself comfortable, you laid yourself down next to the glistening water and began to break the calm surface with your finger tips, eyes trained on the tiny ripples.

“they left you, you know.”

you felt so at ease with the sound of the waves crashing around you, you almost didn’t hear it. it wasn’t until the nagging feeling that you weren’t alone hugged you in all the wrong places, that you looked up... only to be met with nothing.

scrunching your brow, the tranquility you were feeling before suddenly slipping through your fingers. you sat up, but not before you held a lingering glance at the glowing water once more. that’s an image that will stay in your mind; you almost wish you had your sketch book.

your mind went blank when you saw something block the light as it swam by... something big. the next few minutes happened in a blur. after scrambling up to get away from the pool, a huge body washed up on a nearby rock plateau and by no means was it graceful. your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the lifeless body get smacked with harsh waves.

he was wearing your ship’s uniform, now drenched in blood.

nothing came up when you fell on your knees and lurched over, your eyes squeezing shut- the gruesome image of the crew member engrained in your mind.

“they got what they deserved.”

this time when you whipped your head up to follow the velvet voice, you fell into an almost trance. those breathtaking turquoise eyes you had seen a few days ago were now staring right at you, not too far away.

you couldn’t help the gasp that you inhaled as you fell back. looking at him in his entirety- you must have been hallucinating. growing up hearing the tales of deep sea monsters and nasty magical land creatures could never have prepared you for what laid in front of you.

it was such a drastic change; going from looking at something so appalling to something so... flawless... it was indescribable.

on display, your eyes followed the curled figure- wet white hair flopped against a pale forehead, the tips of his pointed finned-ears peaking out from the wet hair. there were deep dark purple markings starting underneath his eyes, slightly mimicking bags that then restarted at the bottom half of his face- all the way down his neck, ending at just the top of his chest. the markings then continued down his arms, right up to his knuckles contrasting the pale thin slightly webbed fingers that merged to sharp claws, gleaming in the sun. his toned chest eased into a pearly type of color around his hips before submerging into a black ragged tail- but it did the strangest thing. when the sun reflected off of it, a blue so royal- that you’ve only seen it on the most expensive of garments- came to life. the dorsal fin looked just as rugged as the tail did, but his odyssey fluke was splayed out so beautifully, you didn’t give it a second thought.

it wasn’t until you took a second glance that you noticed there was a red tint to his claws that you put into context what was said earlier.

“did you- di- you killed that man?”

his voice came out as smooth as silk, “I did.”

how could you be so dense? this was a creature that came from the sea- a ruthless underwater world. he was a predator. but wait-

“you can speak- you s-said.. did you kill them for me? are you going to-?”

“I killed those men because of all humans, the ones who betray others for their own greed serve no purpose.”

he didn’t tell you more than necessary in his opinion, but he was smart enough and old enough to know that you’re still going to ask more.

it seemed you were sitting on quite the pile of questions but he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence. it was clear that you were mulling over what should be said first.

“was it you I saw at sea the other night?”

out of all the things you could ask, that was the only thing your mind had on repeat- the only thought present.

“and if it was?”

after receiving two similar vague reactions, something in you was screaming for something to happen. the interaction seemed to be going nowhere and here you were, in front of a creature that you’ve heard so much about but never actually met- a drastic change in interaction was calling, and who were you to ignore it?

in hindsight, it was a terrible idea.

one minute you were on land, next you were shedding your heavy, restrictive clothing- the mer watching with a slight smirk and a heavy gaze- then seconds later, were in the violent push and pull of the ocean. luckily you were far enough to be out of the rocky reach, but the current was too strong. you were being swayed back and forth with too much force.

if it had been your first time in the ocean, you would have been a goner- you would have washed right into the sharp jagged edges; a terribly painful way to go. but thankfully, flowing with the ocean had been your specialty since you were young. incredibly masculine and dirty, but you simply couldn’t stay away. the watery depths have lured you in and there was no escaping the spell it had casted on you all those years ago.

maybe that’s why you dove in. or maybe you wanted to see what the mer would do. whatever the case, there you were in the lull of the tide and running out of air. breaching the surface was your main goal, urging your arms and legs to snap out of the shock of the cold water.

eyes on the bubbles traveling upwards, you finally get your arms to push through the current almost missing the dark shadow swimming closer and closer to you, getting larger and larger.

a quick sideways glance in the clear water showed something large with many many rows of teeth out on display, heading toward you and gaining momentum.

a shark.

a... shark.

of all the ways you possibly thought you could go... this was not one of them. it’s almost ironic- the one way you thought you wouldn’t go would end up getting you.

breaking the surface, you gulp your last breath of air- painfully waiting for the horrifying moment when powerful jaws clamp around your body... but it never came. all you felt was a strong current zip past your feet, slightly pulling you along with it.

you’re heart was pounding; adrenaline coursing through your veins, breathing choppy as you whip your head in every which way to see what was going on in the water beneath you. then you saw it.

blood.

just then, the gory image of the crewmate’s body flashed into your mind. there had been another sailor... the mermaid didn’t pull up two bodies- he wasn’t the only predator in the water.

before you could evaluate further, you were pulled by the ankle under the water and into a place where the blood hadn’t seeped yet.

not enough air was sucked in before you submerged, so you frantically searched for ways you could reach the surface again- not even thinking about the now-absent steady grip that dragged you under.

then you felt it. pointed claws lightly tracing up your sides before his handsome face was leveled with yours. if seeing him on land wasn’t good enough, seeing him in his element was nearly heart stopping.

but your lungs were going to collapse before your heart could-

or so you thought.

he flattened his palm around your waist, cupping it gently before he inched his face toward yours, lips slightly ghosting yours, as if asking for permission.

with his toned body pressed against yours, it was hard to think straight, but the most prominent siren going off in your mind was the fact that you were loosing oxygen, and quickly. you found yourself panicking in his grip. was this really the time?

his lips were on yours in less than a second, your struggling becoming more and more apparent- but it was when he got your mouth to open that you realized what he was doing.

A mermaid’s kiss gives you the eternal breath; the ability to breathe under water.

pulling away, he watched as your eyes went wide, the small smirk you’d seen before had appeared once more.

the sensation was otherworldly; though there was a heavy pressure in your chest as the water was filtering in and out of your system, you were breathing underwater.

slowed down by the new density, you lifted your head to look up at the mer- no doubt the most excited and bewildered expression on your face, just to realize the size difference. he was huge- how had you not noticed this on land?

the more human half of his body had to be around the six foot range, his muscular tail roughly adding another ten. the massive figure floating around you was... beautiful.

he had the softest gaze when looking down at you, it nearly shocked you more that the new incredible ability had. he didn’t seem like the type to be full of expressions; it was such a warm and familiar look, something that you hadn’t seen in a long time- and one you typically didn’t see on a stranger’s face, much less a merman you had only just met.

opening your mouth to say something-if you could, that is- his expression changed in a blink, fear now contorted his features.

everything was so fast with him; his arm wrapped around your waist in mere seconds before speedily guiding you through a passage of underwater tunnels that lead to somewhere you assumed to be in the middle of the island- a lush green grotto.

once you resurfaced, you inhaled a breath you didn’t realize you needed; the new air burned your lungs- you almost didn’t want to breathe.

“just keep breathing. it will get easier over time.”

he almost sounded... bored? a complete one 180 to what you had just witnessed in the water.

the mer guided you up to the pool’s edge, lifting you with ease until you sat with only your legs dangling in the water.

outwardly, it stayed quiet for a while. there wasn’t much noise around besides the occasional bird call and the delicate sound of waded water.

your breathing had slightly evened out but you weren’t too confident in your voice, so keeping your mouth shut seemed like the best option.

what now?

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[ga-yuu]

I have been wondering for a while now. What characters from otome have taugh you valuable lessons? Is that characters your favorite or not?

Actually, now when I think about, I was a really horrible person back in school. I was selfish, I loved manipulating people for my own benefit, I was fake and sometimes I break people's hearts without second thought. Now you might be thinking 'Woah! This girl used be an asshole in school.' Yes! I was....and now when I think about it.....I hate myself.

Now that I'm an adult, I think it's not only otome games and anime that played a part in changing me. It's just, once I became an adult I left behind my childish behavior and started....to be a better person.

Usually when I play an otome game, or watch an anime or even a movie, I do end up learning a thing or two but most of the time I forget about the movie after 2 or 3 weeks, but that life lesson always follows me everywhere. Now otome games, has played a big part in my life but I don't remember every otome games story clearly now....but I'll try. Also most of them might not be my favorites!!

Also !!!!!SPOILERS!!!!!

Lance (Nameless) - I learned how to cherish even the smallest thing that happens in my life.

There is a scene if I remember correctly, where Lance was standing near a trash can in the rain and sees a barbie doll in the trash can.

I felt really bad when I saw that. A doll for me used be a thing that never had feelings. Even if break it or throw it away, it would never cry or even curse me(unless it's possessed)

But now, after seeing that scene, I started to put myself in it’s place and I started to feel how worse it was. A doll you loved so much as a kid is now thrown away like a piece of trash.

From then on, started loving everything I have whether it’s a living thing or non-living thing. Even the laptop I used to write this, even the phone I used to play games, even the pillow I cuddle with in my bed are all precious treasures to me and I want no one to even touch them.

This might sound like I’m crazy, but I don’t care. I love everything that my parents offered me and will cherish it till the end.

Also, do I like Lance? Yup. He’s my 2nd fav. of this game!

Soi (Nameless) - Looking at your own self before criticizing others.

Soi might be an extra in the game, but I still loved her every time she showed up. She’s always shown to be a true friend towards Eri(MC) and always liked her for who she is.

I haven’t played the entire game, but in one route, when Eri tells her friends that she has a hobby of collecting dolls and was ready to hear her friends bashing her about being childish and stuff, Soi was very casual about it and didn’t say anything.

When Eri asked if she was weird for having such a hobby, Soi gives a savage reply like “Dude, I already have many problems in my own life to deal with. Why would I want to increase my burden with yours’= too?” or something like.

That was a very good lesson for me to learn. Before you go out and tell people how should they behave or criticize them, first check yourself. Are you a good person? Is your life problems already solved before you go out and solve other person’s problems?”

Seriously, if you have these kind of people in your life, tell them to FUCK OFF! because they’re toxic as hell.

Lucette (Cinderella Phenomenon) - The person you love and trust might not always be a good person.

Everyone has a person they trust and love. For some, it might be their friends, for some it might be siblings, or for some it might be their pets. No one has the right to judge. But the person you trust might not feel the same way for you.

In this beautifully made game, the MC, Lucette is disliked by everyone because she’s rude, arrogant and never trusted anyone other than her mother. But in the end of the story !! SPOILER ALERT!! her mother was the villain in her entire life.

 Her own mother made her not trust anyone, even her own father for her entire life. When she learned about this truth, she was literally heart broken because the only person she ever loved didn’t love her back. But life doesn’t end there. She stands up again and tries to reconcile with her father, stepmother and step siblings.

Going through betrayal and experiencing heart breaks is traumatizing but it’s also a part of learning....you will learn to not trust anyone blindly. Life doesn’t end there, you have to keep moving on and one day you’ll surely find a person you can trust and rely on.

If you’re still alone, then keep a pet. There is no rule that you should only love humans, right?

Sovieshu (The remarried empress webtoon/ interactive game/light novel) - It only takes one small mistake to collapse your entire world.

It takes great hard work and time to create an strong Empire, but did you know that one small mistake is enough to destroy everything in your life. The webtoon Remarried Empress is a right example of that. (If you haven’t read this, I highly recommend it.)

Sovieshu is piece of SHIT! I won’t lie, but he has thought me this lesson. Sovieshu is a Great Emperor along with Navier, who is the Empress of their country. They both were trained to be the king and queen since they were children and both were the best of friends. Even if they were not lovers, they were still married and Navier has always been faithful towards her husband and the entire Empire.

But one day, Sovieshu happened to meet tRashta(slave) and fell in love with her at first sight. Without doing any background check of her past or anything, he brings her home and makes her his concubine. Navier was kinda sad but she didn’t want to show it because she was the Queen and she had to, you know, keep her public image at the top. But Sovieshu on the other hand started becoming abusive and compared Navier with tRashta. Even though Navier didn’t do anything, he  kept on accusing her for bullying tRashta everyday. It’s like he would wait in the corner, hiding, looking at Navier and tRashta interacting and when he see tRastha crying, he comes running to her and starts to scold Navier in front of the whole public. He’s such an asshole. Later he does give her a divorce (stating that she’s infertile) because, tRashta was pregnant with his baby and he didn’t want to make her baby, a bastard because, tRashta is not his wife. But on the other hand, he also didn’t want to leave Navier because she was a perfect Queen in every way. So his plan was to divorce her for one year, and marry tRashta till the baby was born, so the baby becomes the princess. Later he’ll annul their divorce, so by doing this he has both tRashta and Navier. He’s such an asshole.

But Navier had other plans. So right when her divorce was agreed by the priest, she requested for a remarriage. From here own, Sovieshu’s tragedy starts. Later in the story he finds out that, it wasn’t Navier who was infertile but it was him all along. Even the baby tRashta carried was not his. After this betrayal, Sovieshu lost his mental stability and went through severe depression. See! That’s all it takes for your world to collapse. One single mistake is what is needed.

Kurama(Ikemen Genjiden) - What’s wrong with being yourself?

IDK if your family is like this, but my family is like “You have to learn to eat everything. Like vegetables, meat etc etc” with a reason that you’ll be able to live any circumstances.

I would like to say that, I’m a very picky eater. I hate vegetables, especially tomatoes. If I even see one small piece of tomato in my food.....I won’t throw the whole food away, I’ll just take the piece and put it on the side of the plate and also yell at my mom for putting tomatoes in my food. I’m also a vegetarian. I hate tasting meat but I don’t mind eating food in the small table as my non-veg father. Also, unlike my family members, I’m very punctual. (because I’m an introvert and I don’t like getting the extra attention when I’m late!!)

These are just some of the facts of me being me. My family always complains that I shouldn’t choose how I want to be and must always be perfect in everything because I’m a girl and girls are married off when they get older, right? (It’s bullshit.)

The only people who loves me for who I am are my parents. They never once told me to do this or that like my useless uncles and aunts who have never ever contributed anything in my life.

Kurama as a character, I love him, because he is just being himself. He’s like ‘I’ll do whatever I want and no one has the right to stop me.’ 

That quote is so beautiful. I mean, why are you being fake for the sake of being accepted by the society. The people who truly loves you will love you for who you are. Do the things the way you like. Eat what you like, drink what you like, watch whatever you like. If you like anime, and your friend wants to watch sports, watch anime in your phone with your head phones. It’s better than watching sports you don’t like and creating an awkward environment by acting you know every player in the team, right?

No one has the right to judge anyone. If anyone does come and tell you “Hey, you should not do this like this way, but you should do it this.”, tell that person “ I’ll do whatever I want and no one has the right to stop me. “

Yoritomo and Yoshino(Ikemen Genjiden)- Not everyone is perfect.

I never understood what is the meaning behind being a perfect man or perfect human. Does it mean you have good figure on the outside but at the same time you’re toxic as hell inside? or does it mean you’re very intelligent but at the same time you’re socially awkward? 

Not everyone is perfect. Not everyone is good at every single thing and not everyone has to be good at everything.

Yoritomo as a character, always wears a perfect smile indicating others how good he is. But in reality, he’s very lonely and also needs someone to look after him just like anyone else.

There is nothing wrong with being independent and doing everything on your own. But there is also nothing wrong in depending on someone for things you can’t do. If anyone boldly claims that “I don’t need anyone to love me, I’m fine without anyone” it’s all bullshit! Don’t believe in that kind of nonsense.

Even if you’re the king of the world or even if your a roadside homeless puppy, everyone needs love and support in their life. Everyone needs some one they could talk to, even if it’s just trivial.

It will at least give them a small amount happiness even though it doesn’t worth anything. That’s why I’m telling you, if you don’t have a lover or friends or parents or any human being to talk to, adopt a pet or something.

I hope I was able to answer everything you wanted to hear. ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ

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[myleftarmis-whumped-isthatnormal]

The Video

“Peter.” The automated voice breaks a fidgety silence like a sudden alarm. Blue computer light penetrates the otherwise pitch black room, making Peter squint. An alert pops up on the screen.

Peter’s fingers freeze over the keyboard. “FRIDAY?”

“Peter, I cannot allow you to override my security again," the AI states flatly. "The protocols have changed.”

“What?” A week ago, Peter wouldn’t have imagined he’d get to the point of arguing with Mr. Stark’s AI. But then, a lot of things have happened since then that he wouldn’t have imagined. “What do you mean, changed?”

“You can’t watch the video.”

Peter swallows. Other kids might have other reasons to hack into SI’s most advanced systems. For information, for a dare. Just his luck to be different. Just his luck to be the kid breaking in to watch some kidnappers’ torture videos.

Torture videos of Mr. Stark.

“So there is another one,” he says carefully, starting to type. “But you never stopped me before.”

FRIDAY blocks Peter’s code with another alert message. “I activated mandatory barriers—”

“You put Colonel Rhodes off my scent.” Peter’s fingers fly across the keyboard now. “Why isn’t today’s video exempted by the ‘Points for Effort’ protocol, FRI? What’s different about this one?”

Peter knows there’s something different about this one.

Three days after Mr. Stark disappeared, SI had begun to receive videos. Footage. Never a demand, never any information, never anything more than Tony Stark being tortured in several different ways for five to seven minutes, some intimidation play or whatever the hell this was. One video a day.

And no one but FRIDAY knows Peter has been watching them, too.

But today there’d been even less talk around the Compound. Today Peter caught a couple of furtive glances his way. Today Ms. Potts had asked to talk with him, and Peter thought she’d finally broach the subject, but she seemed to change her mind in the middle of the conversation.

Today was off.

“Damn it, FRI,” Peter hisses when another attempt is thwarted. “And don't give me the speech about protecting me, it's not gonna work.” He swallows down the building frustration. Hey, what’s another emotion to suppress in this hell of a week. It can play in his stomach with Mr. Worry and Ms. Guilt.

“I calculate viewing this footage will be detrimental to your mental state, Peter.”

“My mental state,” Peter laughs.

The folder Peter had been working on opens, against FRIDAY’s protocols, and Peter types even faster.

“The contents of this video are along the same vein as the others, but some information is revealed that... changes the situation.”

“Then I have to know,” he snaps. “You wouldn’t understand, you know everything.”

“Not everything,” FRIDAY replies, and Peter is struck by how human her voice sounds this time. How regretful.

“I get—” Code. Firewall. Override. “I get it’s gory, and useless, and—” Open folder. Block. “Fucking sadistic, FRI. I get why they don’t want me to see it.” Override. File loading. “But I have to. I have to.”

Peter can’t explain it, not to himself, and certainly not to an AI. But the videos draw him like nothing has before.

Sure, maybe it’s the guilt. Mr. Stark kidnapped in the middle of a mission they went on together, that familiar nagging grief of failing to protect someone he cares about. And maybe it’s the hope that the footage will reveal any kind of information as to who these bastards are, where they’re holding Mr. Stark, or what they even want from him.

But also, maybe Peter accepts that it’s just better this way. No matter how much it makes him puke afterward, after watching the first video and that brutal whipping, Peter decided that knowing the daily videos’ content is better than leaving anything to his imagination at this point.

“It’s different this time,” FRIDAY warns him.

“Yeah, I got that, FRIDAY.” Peter nearly crumples the mouse in his hand when a sudden thought hits him. “Oh my god,” he whispers, “he’s not — he’s—”

“No,” FRIDAY answers quickly. “No, Tony’s not dead.”

Peter’s gut unclenches, then clenches again. “Then I'm not stopping.”

He unlocks the video, finally, a split-second before FRIDAY closes it. But in that split-second Peter catches the thumbnail. A view from above. Mr. Stark restrained on a table, metal clamps on his fingers and toes and bare chest.

Peter wants to throw up.

It takes him a few seconds to notice FRIDAY has been quiet. And he realizes he must have been, too.

He inhales deeply, still feeling his increased heartbeat after the shock of the thumbnail image. “FRI?” he tries eventually.

“Peter. If you keep going...” Something in FRIDAY’s voice is different this time. More forceful. As if she’d changed her mind in the same seconds Peter had frozen in reaction to the thumbnail. Recalculated. Yielded. “You’ll have to promise something.”

“You’re losing,” Peter croaks, pulling the video up yet again, fingers typing on autodrive. “Doesn’t count.”

FRIDAY is silent again.

And then, as if to make a point, the security alerts drop all at once. Peter slumps back in his chair.

“Watch,” FRIDAY says, something hard behind her neutral voice. “But promise something.”

And FRIDAY plays the video.

The screaming starts as soon as the video does. Mr. Stark arches off the table, only the restraints on his wrists and ankles holding him back. Screaming and yelling and whimpering, alternating with the fall and rise of electric current.

Blood starts to drip from Mr. Stark’s nose and mouth, and they pause the electrocution. But it’s only to attach another electrode in the middle of the metal hole in his chest. Peter grips the sides of his chair.

“Come on, Stark.” The voice is disguised, deep, but Peter leans in closer all the same, eyes widening. They’d never questioned him on camera before.

Mr. Stark laughs — laughs. He turns his head to the side, where the speaker must be, off-camera.

“You’re wasting your time,” he croaks, sweat shining on his forehead.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

They dump a bucket of water on his chest. Mr. Stark yelps. Another, soaking his pants. Another on his head.

Peter notices how badly his mentor’s hands shake when they pour the water slowly, so slowly, over his face. He still can’t shake the image of that second or third video, the waterboarding.

Except the water is playing another role in torturing Mr. Stark this time.

“Alright, scream us a show.” There’s a humming as the electricity starts up again. Peter turns his head to the side.

Three more minutes of the same thing. Screaming that rattles in Peter’s ears. A snicker, a bark of instructions somewhere in the background. And when the men deign to give him a break, Mr. Stark hacks his lungs up coughing, and Peter’s own chest aches.

Finally they slow down. A hand reaches into the video’s frame, settling on top of their captive’s rib cage. Mr. Stark clenches his fists, hissing in pain, though no other sound comes out. Remembering the beating of yesterday’s video, and seeing the bruises on Mr. Stark’s torso where the other man laid his hand, Peter clenches his fists, too.

“Do you know now?”

“Fu — fuck…”

The hand presses down on Mr. Stark’s bruised ribs. His head jerks up in reaction, then crashes back on the table with a hard thud.

Blinking rapidly through wet eyes, Peter urges his senses to stay attuned.

“Have we jogged your memory? Stark!”

Mr. Stark winces, eyes scrunching in pain. “Can’t — can’t take what’s not there,” he manages to rasp.

“Oh, it’s there.”

The arm moves out of the frame. Peter can’t see what’s going on, but he sees Mr. Stark turn his head after the man. Whatever he sees, it makes him groan, shutting his eyes.

“What? What does he want?” Peter whispers at the screen. “Mr. Stark, what do these bastards want?”

“Peter.” Peter jumps. FRIDAY’s voice seems alien now, like the video had transported him to a whole other world. “If you want to skip ahead, the answer to that question is at 7:46.”

Peter stares blankly at the screen, where Mr. Stark still has his eyes screwed shut, inhaling deeply. Like he’s preparing himself for something.

“No,” Peter decides. “No, I’m riding this out.”

FRIDAY considers his reply quietly.

More arms in the video. Across Mr. Stark’s chest. Inserting more wires into the center.

“Oh god,” Peter groans. Of course. The arc reactor that saved the man’s life, now ripped out, leaving only a metal hole that’s all too accessible. Too easy. Too damn vulnerable. “FRI,” Peter says, because he can’t stand the silence anymore, the painful sound of Mr. Stark’s heavy breathing, the way the hands prod at his mentor’s chest like a piece of meat. He has to talk, has to say something. “FRIDAY, what made you change your mind about showing me this?”

FRIDAY is silent, until eventually the hands leave, and Mr. Stark grits his teeth again. “Because you stuck it out, Peter," the AI replies slowly. "You still do. Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t know everything. I’m always recalculating.” On-screen, the familiar hum of electricity starts up. “Maybe it will better for you to see this, after all. But promise something.”

It starts again.

Mr. Stark opens his mouth in a shout, but no sound comes out. As Peter anticipated, it looks like a whole other level of pain this time. Mr. Stark’s back arches off the table like before. But this time, he’s shaking head to foot.

It takes five seconds flat for Mr. Stark to start wailing. Peter bites his lip.

It’s never easy to see someone you look up to, crying.

“Fu—UCK! NO! I don’t know!”

Even harder to see someone who's always been strong for you, in this much agony.

“Please — FUCK! Please I don’t know I don’t — please — NO!”

And fucking harder to see someone you love, begging.

“Yes you do! You know you fucking do!” The same disguised deep voice, now shouting.

"I don't know!" Mr. Stark’s screams, his words, his sobs all mix together. “I don’t!”

“Say it, Stark!”

“Plea—aaauuUUGHH!” “Say it!”

“I don’t know who Spider-Man is!”

Peter's stomach drops.

The video screen falls away. His vision spins in slow-motion. Upside-down.

Mr. Stark’s shouts continue on the computer. His screams still ring out in the silence. But Peter doesn’t hear it anymore. He doesn’t hear anything.

Mr. Stark’s words just keep replaying and replaying in his mind. So this is what’s different. So this is what they want.

Peter thought nothing could be harder than watching Mr. Stark's torture?

He was wrong. Those six simple words took the prize.

“Peter.” FRIDAY’s voice filters through the fog. “Peter?”

He blinks. The surroundings, the room rushes back at him. The video had ended.

“FRIDAY… was that…”

“Yes,” she answers briefly, but not unkindly. “That was it.”

“God. Oh my god.”

Peter lets his head fall in his hands. He doesn’t know how long he sits there, crouching on the chair, in total silence in a dark room. Stinging pain in his chest. More than guilt. More than anger.

When he looks back up, FRIDAY has mercifully returned the computer to a blank screensaver.

“Why?” Peter asks. He isn’t sure what he means by that.

But FRIDAY seems to. She brings up some new files on the screen. A list. Peter squints, wiping his wet eyes. A list of names.

“This is the same list I provided to Colonel Rhodes and SHIELD," FRIDAY says quietly.

Peter scans through the names, suddenly realizing their significance. A serial killer he’d caught two months ago. The terrorist organization from his last Avengers mission. The powerful brother of a man who’d been killed fighting him.

Enemies of Spider-Man. Him. Peter Parker’s. Not Iron Man’s, not Tony Stark’s, not anything to do with the man getting torn a million ways to protect his secret. Amazing the torrent of emotions one simple revelation could bring.

Mr. Stark always worried his enemies would get to Peter because of him. But Peter never even considered the pain of being on the other side of that bargain.

“I suspect you'll be able to help SHIELD narrow this down,” FRIDAY tells Peter, as he continues scrolling through the list. "I've been helping you sneak around with the videos, Peter. I know now how much you care for Tony. And if you're this determined, we might as well take it all the way."

Peter still feels his heart hammering in his chest. Mr. Stark’s screams still ringing in his ears.

But there’s something else now, too. A feeling like he’s finally been let go. Like the adrenaline and the anxiety have made way for something else.

Like all the past videos have been piling on a huge bonfire. And this one finally lit the match.

“And the promise?” he asks, voice firm with newfound determination. But Peter thinks he already knows the answer.

In the short pause, Peter can almost imagine FRIDAY lifting her chin, leveling her eyes at him. Giving the same kind of look Mr. Stark would give him before a mission.

He has never before heard more emotion in the AI’s voice. “Give them hell, Peter.”

Also up on ao3! :D

#peter parker #tony stark #fanfic #whump #tony stark whump #electrocution #kidnapping #torture #irondad #mine

[timeisacephalopod]

Belated

I thought hmm, lets write a little Tony/Eddie/Venom thing for Reasons. And yeah I know Tony’s bday was two days ago but still. I’ve decided that this is a thing I have written for a fictional character’s belated birthday!

*

Tony’s half buried in paper work ready to throw all caution to the wind and throw himself out a window when Eddie walks in looking pleased with himself. Probably means he sniffed out a good story and he’s found something compelling but he doesn’t look like an absolute human disaster so he’s not too deep into it yet. Once he is he kind of looks like he’s homeless and Rhodey doesn’t really get the charm but Tony once watched Eddie overheat to the point of just fucking losing it and sitting in a lobster tank at one of the fanciest restaurants in Manhattan so he thinks Eddie is the best. Venom being around doesn’t seem to help that except now maybe he’ll eat the lobsters instead of just bothering the hell out of them.

“Happy birthday,” he says, walking over to him and behind his desk, greeting him with a kiss.

Except Tony’s kind of confused. “Wasn’t my birthday last week?” he asks and Eddie frowns.

“No, honey its today. I... who forgets their birthday? And why would you assume everyone in your life also forgot your birthday?” he asks. He looks extra confused but that’s probably just the way Eddie’s expressions work. Rhodey finds his over expressing annoying but Tony thinks it's endearing.

“You all have lives, its fine,” Tony says. Pepper’s always busy running around doing things for him, Eddie seems to have found himself some new thing to rip apart for the next couple months, and Rhodey regularly gets shot at so he figures they all have more pressing concerns. 

Eddie sighs. “Sometimes I think you’re a prick and then you do something sad like make excuses for why everyone in your life would forget you were born. We didn’t forget, Tony, you got the date wrong. How did you forget when you were born?”

He shrugs, “I don’t memorize useless details. And in your defense I am a prick,” he says. They both know it, though Eddie is obviously a lot less hostile then when they met. He seems to have fallen for Tony’s charms, which he’s been reliably informed are pretty disarming.

Eddie leans in and gives him another kiss, “no you’re not, but you play one well,” pulling away and dropping his bag on Tony’s desk. Its disrupted his thread bare attempt at organizing his own life- not exactly his strong suit admittedly not that he’d tell Eddie he's managed to mess up what little organization he had. He pulls a stack of files out of his bag and drops them on top of Tony’s already too large pile of paper work. “Happy birthday, an organized list of all the moral and ethical problems I have with your company,” he says, grinning like its the best gift ever.

Tony snorts and starts laughing, shuffling closer to Eddie. He lays one hand on Eddie’s hip and pokes at the pile of folders with the other. “Well this is... intimidating.”

“Yeah, but you’ll look through it all because you do genuinely want to be a good person. You should be glad I didn’t go with V’s gift,” he says, wincing.

Fuck, Tony can only imagine when one of the first five things he did in Eddie’s body was eat several people’s heads. Sure, V turned out to be an overly sappy romantic ass goo alien but that’s a pretty rough start to things and now Eddie has to live with kind of eating people that one time several times. “Was it flowers?” he asks.

Eddie laughs, “that was suggestion like... fifty two. After I banned violence, drugs, sex- don’t give me that look it was a soft ban because that’s not a present, terrorist activities, harassing children, petty crimes of all varieties, eating heads, murder, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, space, possession, and about a half a dozen other things. He’s not too good with presents.”

“Well, he did alright with the cat,” Tony points out. V doesn’t really get Christmas, turns out his species wasn’t too cuddly and had no holidays, but he does have all Eddie’s memories of it. Conveniently, he tends to lean more towards Eddie’s view of Christmas as mostly a capitalist holiday that’s far more about big businesses making money, overworking retail employees, and present buying pressure that leads to suicide than the happy stuff. And that doesn’t even touch on Eddie’s view of religion. Though to be fair V probably gathered a lot more religious vitriol from Tony than Eddie.

“He’s threatened to eat that cat at least once a day since he decided to pick it out. Claims he’s a dog person,” Eddie says.

“Dogs are bigger, usually, so I’m not really surprised. More meat.” Given the look on Eddie’s face Tony’s going to assume V has agreed with that statement.

“We are not eating dogs,” Eddie hisses. Mostly he only does that around Tony, but its hilarious when he does it in public because most people don’t really recognize him anymore so he looks like a homeless loon being led around by a celebrity. Or at least he did before he became recognizable again through Tony’s fame and yeah, Tony knows all Eddie’s opinions on celebrity culture. None of them are positive and yeah, Tony can see why that is.

“Tell V to go hunt New York rats at night. He might have fun with that,” Tony says. “Wait, does Venom have a birthday? That a thing his species does?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Says he doesn’t have a proper earth date translation for his hatching day and I know he didn’t come from an egg so that’s a horrifying term to use. Do not enlighten me, V. I’m happy to stay in the dark.” He makes another face and Tony assumes V has let out some detail Eddie didn’t want to hear.

“That ever get annoying, the voice in your head?” he asks. Feels like it’d be exhausting. Tony doesn’t even like his own voice in his head let alone some random alien who decided pretty much on a whim to save the world strictly because he likes Eddie. Though to be fair Riot was an asshole and Tony was sick of being compared to Carlton Drake anyway. Guy was like cartoonishly evil. Though Tony will admit that he was good looking and damn smart, even if that didn’t really turn out to be a good thing later.

“Sometimes,” Eddie says, “but mostly  V offers some good entertainment on human customs. Turns out his species tended to eat each other to solve problems. He thinks our petty politics is fun to watch.”

Yeah, an alien would find that funny. Or everyone outside of America at least until America decides to invade for oil or some other resource. “So who did he want to possess?” Tony asks, grinning.

“No!” Eddie says, presumably to him and Venom.

*

Tony’s laying in bed pretending to have died when Eddie walks over and crawls over him, laying his entire weight on Tony’s back. He sighs because of course Eddie would find the most inconvenient way to get him to stop taking up the entire bed. “This is a king and you’re like three feet tall. How is it that you take up so much space?” Eddie asks as Tony starts wiggling around.

“Ask the cat, she’s a hell of a lot smaller than me and she always manages to take up at least half the bed.” Eddie rolls off and Tony props himself up. “Thanks for the present by the way, half the stuff you pointed out happens to be things I was already looking to fix.” But Eddie is a fuck of a lot picker than him and its nice to have someone trying to hold him to account. And Eddie has no problem doing so, he gives Tony his opinion on a lot of things all the time whether or not he wants to hear them.

“Yeah, I got you something else too but its taking eighty years in the mail so I had to improvise,” Eddie says.

“Let me guess, you refuse to use Amazon,” Tony says.

“Look, that fuckstick can’t even pay his workers and he’s the richest guy in the world, and what’s all that crazy shit about pissing in-” Eddie starts but Tony cuts him off before he really gets going.

“Jeff Bezos is a prick, I get it. Actually, might get stuck at the same charity event with him next week so I can bring you along if you want to punch him,” Tony says.

The bright look of unbridled glee in Eddie’s eyes makes him smile. Yeah, he’s maybe argued a lot about Tony’s wealth, but he at least appreciates that Tony does his best to spread it around a little. Its just that he has trust issues and he knows how corporate charity works- its all tax write offs and siphoning money out of most of the ‘donations.’ So he does his best to do his research and lucky him Eddie is probably a little too good at it so he’s got some more reputable charities to share with. And he thinks its fun to pay off random people’s debt. If he’s having a bad day he’ll pick a person and bam, debt free. He likes making people happy so Eddie only kind of side eyes his money.

Generally that means he only brings it up like twice a day instead of non-stop and if nothing else Tony can appreciate that he’s passionate about his views. Rhodey thinks he’s annoying but Rhodey isn’t dating him so he can deal with it.

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie says but the way he says it tells Tony that he’s not talking to him.

“Do not eat his head, V!” Tony says, panicked. “I do not want to deal with the fallout of that. Just ruin his life like a normal person. Get JARVIS to help, he’s been helpful in my long standing efforts to ruin Hammer.”

“Yeah, pretty sure all you two have managed to do is turn Hammer into the knockoff version of you, but he uh... seems to like that so I don’t know.”

Tony damn well knows he looks offended because that’s the fucking rudest shit he’s ever heard. “What did you just call Hammer?” he asks.

Eddie realizes his mistake right away and Tony fucking resents that he looks a little dead behind the eyes because he was the one who damn well decided Hammer was good enough to be the anything version of him. “I would sooner take Carlton Drake as the cheap version of me than Hammer,” Tony hisses. “At least Drake was actually smart and hot! What’s Hammer? He looks like he came out of the womb dressed as the class clown who decided to be an accountant!”

Honestly Tony resents that Eddie sighs at that. “No V, you can’t eat Hammer’s head,” Eddie mumbles.

“Yes you can,” Tony tells him.

*

Tony’s attempting to make coffee while also ignoring Eddie due to his previous transgressions. Compare him to Hammer on his birthday. The disrespect. Eddie walks out of their bedroom and Tony resolutely ignores him as he starts looking around the pent house for some reason. Tony side eyes him as he moves a bunch of papers around- Eddie’s, not his, knocks the pillows off the couch, and picks up the cat. He looks at Cotton for a moment, frowning before he shakes her a little. She meows in an annoyed, disgruntled way and Eddie sighs, releasing the cat.

“Uh, the fuck are you doing?” Tony asks eventually.

Looking for me says a voice in his head and Tony throws his coffee cup, startling so badly his entire body jerks and he slips, falling on his ass.

“Oh thank god I thought he went and possessed some random secretary so he could go eat heads!” Eddie says, rushing over to him.

“Oh no, you stay back there you don’t get to come near me or V after comparing Hammer to me!” he says, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Eddie sighs. “Tony-” he starts but Tony has already picked himself up and turned around with his arms crossed, ignoring him.

So rude. Venom agrees. We should eat Hammer V says, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

Tony sighs and it pains him to do this, truly. “V, we can’t actually eat Hammer,” he says in perhaps the most dejected, upset tone he’s ever produced.

Eddie gives him, Venom technically, an offended look. “You decided to crawl into him in the middle of the night and risk killing him so you could eat someone?” he asks, hand pressed to his heart quite like an offended PTA mom. “V, you better get your ass back in here!” Eddie tells him, pointing at himself.

He compared you to Hammer. We should leave him, go sight seeing V says.

Tony rolls his eyes. “V you aren’t going to manipulate me into carrying your ass out of here because Eddie put you in the dog house.”

“Venom!” Eddie says, voice rising.

Tony swears to god he feels Venom extend from his body and that is some worrying fucking shit how’s Eddie put up with that? “Tony thinks you sound like an offended PTA mom,” Venom tells Eddie and Tony squints.

“Since when the hell are you a rat?” he asks.

Venom turns to face him, “you take that back! I am not vermin!”

“No, technically you’re a parasite now get back here,” Eddie tells him.

“Maybe I will find a new home with hosts who appreciate me,” Venom says, sinking back into Tony and he does not like that.

“How do you get these things out?” he asks.

Eddie walks over and leans in, squinting at Tony shrewdly except he’s actually looking at Venom and Tony’s not sure how he knows that. “If you don’t get back in me I will play Bohemian Rhapsody at top volumes with Tony pressed against the speaker!” he hisses.

“That kind of sounds like fun minus the speaker thing,” Tony says.

“They don’t do so well with loud noises and vibrations,” Eddie explains and oh, that makes sense. Tony watches as black goo extends from his hand to Eddie’s and it almost looks resentful for it. Or maybe Tony’s imagining that.

Tony gives Venom a sad look as the last of him disappears back into Eddie. “I’m so sad he won’t ever experience Freddy Mercury like the rest of us,” he says, hand pressed to his heart.

Eddie sighs. “V says your music taste is heinous and he would rather listen to my music.”

He listens to exclusively shitty electronica music. “I’m leaving you both,” Tony tells him, turning and walking away.

#tony x eddie brock #tony x eddie brock x venom #fanfiction #alternate universe

[royalrastafariannaynays]

Laundry Pods, Ch 10/?

The fishy guy ended up giving you a list. He knows what eggs are, despite yours being strangely hard shelled, and he wants more of them. He also says to bring a few handfuls of seaweed, the gross tangly green kind, some clean sand from a tide pool, a thin knife, and... that was it.

You end up throwing a first aid kit into a couple waterproof ziplocs for the hell of it. And a bottle of clean, fresh water. To drink, in case you get stuck wherever the fuck this dude is hiding.

No one is downstairs to give you weird looks, thank fuck. When you venture beyond the first floor, no one is upstairs, either. Did they all go out?

Wait, Jake’s bedroom door is closed. Ah. Dirk is there to observe you, then. Or he’s uh... occupied. With what, you don’t even want to know. At most innocent, he’s sitting and pining over him in silence. The lack of crying noise is telling, however, and you’re really hoping he’s just sleeping.  

Blech.

The sand is spicy hot on your toes when you skid down off the last porch step again after inching the back door closed. Your satchel of random shit is heavy on your shoulder, and you make sure to be a bit careful. Don’t wanna break any eggs. 

Down at the beach, you feel the prod and welcome it fully into your mind. It retracts a tad from its next poke, and seems to sit respectfully just outside your surface thoughts. A series of locations and notions leads you to place the bag of stuff right on the end of the dock. You sit with it, eyeing the steep slope of the beach for a moment while you face the mental silence. 

“Uhm.” you feel. It’s not really the word so much as something like hesitation and stalling. You get the same feeling as a regular ‘um’ so you’ll just stick with that. 

“What?” you say out loud, still struggling in the translations and stuff. His language is so particular. Maybe like. Is it anything like hieroglyphics? Nah, can’t be. 

With some struggle on his part, FG (fish guy) admits that he can’t come out of wherever he is to retrieve the items. It takes him about five minutes of edging uncomfortably around his original statement, and then points out that with how he’s hurt, like. He can’t move to fish, so coming out to get the stuff is just short of impossible. 

“How am I supposed to get it to you, then?” you ask, frown tilting your brow. You drop your legs into the water, noting that with the level of the tide, it’s not that far from the top of the dock. 

“I think you’ll have to bring it to me,” FG says, with no small amount of fear and regret in his voice. So he’s scared of you, but he knows you have brittle bones and soft skin, and he could easily rip you apart for breakfast. 

There’s a deeper underlying fear there, too. It’s one that every sentient being sees. Maybe every being whose existence isn’t based on that fear. Death. He doesn’t want to die. Does he honestly think he’s going to die? 

“In case you didn’t notice, humans can’t breathe underwater,” you snark at him. 

The feeling you get next is long-suffering. 

“I’m aware, two-legs,” it tells you. “But fortunately I can breathe in both surface and ocean. So I am in a...” 

He hesitates. Either he’s not sure how to place it, or he doesn’t want to tell you. 

It seems to be a combination of both. 

He sends an image of the inside of a small cave, lit strangely blue. It’s bright, but damp and bare. 

“Please do not reveal this to other humans,” he... begs you. 

Oh God. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, not wanting to get into something too serious or dark. “I won’t. Show me how to get in there.” 

He probes a little further into your mind, laying down tiles of thought and mortar of intent and instruction. Images of the rock pile near the dock, and then a tunnel. Oh wow. There was a tunnel in there? That has to go down beneath the beach. Holy shit. 

Without delay, after trying your best to throw an affirmative his way, you drop the bag gently into the water. When you get in yourself, you dive, away from the bag. Its strings are harder to manipulate underwater, and you have to leave your shades on the dock, but when you get going, you feel like a regular fuckin merdude. 

Or somethin’. 

So anyways, FG is silent except for a few pointers on direction. Literal pointers. 

It’s hard holding your breath that long, and at one point you feel a little like you’re going to panic, but you give it one last shove through the two-foot-diameter, dark, rock passage. Surfacing feels like heaven, and you brace yourself on the edge of the water, gasping hoarsely. Okay, you need more breathing training. That’s going to be HELLA annoying to go back through. But at least you can just push off the bottom to get back to the dock. 

Once you’ve got some air back, though, you notice that the subterranean air pocket is a lot dimmer than FG showed you. It’s still lit enough to see, and still that same, strange blue. 

Something like a small and bubbling murmur touches your ears, and you look up. 

There he is. 

Fishy man sitting there, one arm held protectively over his middle. The other is bracing him up against the wall, claws digging harshly into the cave floor. There are a few scratches there already, leading away from the pool you’re still pruning in. 

“Hey,” you say. And he makes this bewildered face, ear-fins fanning out. His pupils are large in his eyes, which seem this weird purple-brown in the blue lighting. They don’t glow. 

But his entire body does. 

As you lift the satchel out of the water, you look him over from tail to hair. And man, he’s got a lot of hair. It’s just as wiry and scratchy-looking as it was behind the thin veil of bubbles. Other than that, and the single dorsal fin you see splayed out against the wall, same as his fanned ears, you can’t focus on anything but the glowing. 

Almost like they’re coming from beneath his skin, Fish Guy is covered in spots of brilliant luminescence. The spots range from teal to pink. Several ring his neck up and down like a necklace, or a collar, and the same trail up the sides of his face and back to his ears. Each tip of the earfins is spotted with little fragments of light. 

Those ones are red. But a majority of them are blue. Soft, blue, like glow-sticks if they were just given a little more ‘umph’. Constellations of little spots dot his torso in what’s probably interesting configurations if viewed from afar, and then all the way down his. 

Holy shit. 

His tail is like. It’s covered entirely by those same iridescent scales, like the one on your bedside table. The scales are also on his face, and neck, and everywhere that fins recede into his skin, like the backs of his arms and the webs of his fingers. 

No nipples, which is. 

Weird. 

Kyle XY shit with the lack of bellybutton, too. 

“Stop staring,” he says, and when you’re this close, it’s punctuated by a sharp snarl. It rolls from the back of his throat, and forward into his lungs, and even out the gill slits that dot the side of his torso. They seem plastered to him, just lines, right now. Maybe this is the...

“I said, stop!” he repeats. The prod turns to a knife for half a second, and you have to let go of the bag to hold the side of your head. 

The bag turns over, sliding a little open. The eggs tumble out, along with the chunk of seaweed. 

The seaweed which is immediately shoved into his mouth, and he begins to chew aggressively. It’s seconds before he’s done masticating it, and spits it out of his mouth, to press it to the hole on his tail that you hadn’t noticed until now. It’s kind of sitting there like a ripped sail, maybe eight inches of it. 

God, gross. Gross, yuck, augh.

“Will it grow back?” you ask him. He stares at you for a long moment. 

“Of course it’s going to grow back, coral-for-brains.”

“Alright, geez,” you say, and after a breath or two more, you heave yourself up out of the water. There’s enough room in here for the two of you to sit a good distance away from each other. So you set about unpacking shit. His stuff, including the eggs, none of which miraculously broken. 

And then your stuff, which is. The first aid kit. 

“You said your other wound re-opened, right?” you ask. FG pauses, egg shell crunching in his mouth and fingers poised to pick up another. 

“That’s none of your business, you can leave now.”

You huff out a soft noise of disbelief. “I brought something to help patch you up.”

“I am not a doll,” he says, hissing again. The hiss spatters you with tiny flakes of eggshell. 

“Okay,” you say, swiping some of it off your nose and mouth. “But I can help keep the thing closed so infection is less likely.” 

“I’m still mildly impressed you humans have made it this far,” he sneers at you. “How am I to know that your medicine isn’t just as deadly as your pollution? Or as useless as your lack of sharpteeth, which are perfect for meat.” 

“Uhm,” you say, like a real diplomat. That concept caught you off guard. You attempt to think it back at him, with a question attached. 

“You know, sharpteeth,” FG says. Like it’s obvious. 

“I just have regular teeth, man,” you say, waving your hands. 

FG frowns at that. He goes silent for another long moment, and contemplates while you just get radio static in every sense. And then he beckons you over. 

And, like only an idiot can do, you lean toward him and crawl a few feet. He’s so close he smells like heat and ocean. But not in the bad way, he smells... it’s odd. 

“What?” you ask, glaring at him to avoid just staring at his body again. That prick in the forehead was weird and nasty. “I just have regular tee-hhreaaugh-”

FG has his two first digits in your mouth. They hold it open, and his sharp claws are so close to vital parts of your face that you’re filled with a split second of fear so intense you’re surprised you don’t wet yourself. 

He pushes his hand forward, dragging sharply but not too sharply across your tongue, and the top of your two rows of what you think are pretty good fuckin’ teeth. The fingers are warm in your mouth, and they taste like brine and sand and something weirdly... oily that you can’t define, but doesn’t taste unpleasant. You can’t move, for fear of getting gored through the face or your gums cutting up. He’s caught you like a fish on a fucking hook, and he’s just leaning in to inspect your perfectly normal teeth. 

When he leans back, your face is so incredibly warm that you pull back as soon as his hands are clear of anything soft and fragile. “What the fuck!” 

“Turns out you don’t have sharpteeth, human. Very... odd.”

FG stares openly at you, then, dragging his eyes down your chest. His eyebrows go up with every new incredibly squishy feature you possess. 

“I guess two-legs are... weak.” 

You make what you hope is more of a noise of protest than a squeak. 

“We’re not that weak,” you splutter, and he imitates your complaint obnoxiously even as he shoves another egg into his mouth, biting down with... oh boy. His are uh. 

Sharp. 

Once that egg is gone, he faces you. FG slowly opens his mouth, pulling back his lips gruesomely to reveal a set of proper chompers. And now you know what he meant. All of his teeth are sharp, and you get the feeling they get more deadly with age. 

Blue, and also dotted with small glowing lines, a tongue darts out to run over his teeth in a way that really should not terrify you as much as it does. He sucks on the top row of shining ivory, making a smacking noise that makes you think less about kissing and more about how loudly your bones would crunch in his mouth. 

You edge toward the pool. 

Something like a hoarse coughing comes from FG’s throat, and he holds his stomach as he winces in pain. That was... a laugh. 

“I can’t believe I feared you, mere moments ago,” he tells you. And swallows another egg, this one whole. Ugh. Oh god. 

"I used to have longer canines, but I bit my brother with them and they got shaved off to dull when I was at the dentist,” you mumble, rubbing your shoulder as it twinges. 

FG’s tail relaxes once he’s done with the hilarity at your expense. And you see the wound, which weeps just so lightly with blood. It’s thinner than yours in color, almost like it’s diluted. 

“You can use your human medicine, or try,” he tells you, with a wave of his hand. “Why would you shave off a tooth? Are you insane?” 

“Humans have their own weapons, asshole,” you tell him, creeping over with the kit. There’s a suture set in here somewhere. You’ve given stitches to yourself plenty of times.

Despite him giving you permission and access, FG still growls defensively when you reach to dab at it with gauze. 

It starts with him snarling ferociously in pain at the first stitch, and then with him making soft and pathetic whimpering noises as you finish, while he sucks the insides pathetically from the remainder of the eggs. His stance is more relaxed by the end, though, fins laying down on his body, and glow just barely dimmer than before. 

He must have been really hungry. 

Looking at his half-closed eyes and perpetual grimace, one fang sticking up over his upper lip, you realize something important. 

You’re gonna need to learn how to catch fish. 

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[deanwxnchexter]

New Endings

Characters: Husband!Dean, Pregnant!Reader, Sam, Charlie, the Stynes

Word Count: 3611

Summary: After Dean goes out and encounters the Stynes, and the Book of the Damned in destroyed, Y/N and her and Dean’s unborn child is in grave danger. 

Warnings: Angst as fuck, swearing, gore, violence, death of a child, suicidal thoughts

A/N: This is a very late sequel to New Beginnings and takes place during 9x18. Honestly, this one is pretty twisted, guys. If you have any issues surrounding miscarriages, or death of an unborn child, please don’t read this. This is kinda fucked up lol. Also, my pregnancy science is most likely not entirely correct. Apologies. Please send feedback! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Sam thrust his knife into Jacob Styne’s core with a sickening squish, which eerily reminded Charlie of a butcher’s knife entering a slab of meat.

As Jacob’s body fell to the floor with a thick thud, the Winchesters and Charlie watched as the Book of the Damned curled into ash in the flame of the hearth.

Charlie turned to Dean, about to offer some useless yet well-meant words of condolence when a look of horror entered his face.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked, urgency and panic apparent in his voice. He reached for his phone, but stopped, remembering it was ruined in his skirmish with the Stynes in the convenience store.

“She went out to look for you. Hasn’t been back since,” Sam furrowed his brow.

Dean grunted, anxiously forcing his fingers through his hair. “Give me your phone.”

“What happened to yours?”

“It got-”

Before Dean could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Sam’s phone ringing, as if on cue. Dean practically leapt forward, his heart rate picking up as he saw the name “Y/N” fill the screen.

“Y/N. Are you okay?”

There was radio silence on the other side. Dean waited, his shaking hands struggling to keep the phone to his ear.

A small voice formed on the other side.

“D-Dean?”

Dean exhaled, relief sweeping over him.

“Yeah, it’s me, kid. Where are you? Are you alright?”

“N-no. No, I’m not. I’m… I’m at that convenience st-store.” Y/N was struggling to form words, contrary to her regular quick tongue. “H-help. Please.”

Adrenaline flooded Dean. “Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Hold on Y/N.” Dean waited for a response.

Silence.

10 minutes earlier.

Y/N exited Charlie’s car, the unfamiliar key feeling alien in her pocket. The impala was nowhere to be seen, but she might as well try, Y/N thought as she waddled up the steps to the corner store, her belly continuing to act as a nuisance everywhere she went.

She swung open the door, and the typical ding filled the eerily quiet store. That was the first warning sign, Y/N thought. There was no noise. No hum of the ice box, no static of a just-out-range radio, no typical jingle of change or chatter of the shopkeeper. Just silence.

“Hello?” Y/N looked around the seemingly empty store.  

The shopkeeper- or rather the man Y/N assumed was the shopkeeper- was on the ground, knelt over a man who appeared to be dead.

“Oh my God!” Y/N dove forward, kneeling next to the man as well. “What the hell happened?”

The man chuckled. Y/N raised an eyebrow and looked at him, perplexed. “I’d say your husband happened, Mrs. Winchester.” The man said with a sickeningly sweet Southern drawl.

Y/N’s eyes widened, as she tried to suppress any urges that would make her look panicked. If he knew she was panicked, she’d be as good as dead.

“Styne.” She spat back, slowly moving her hand to the knife in her boot.

“Clever girl.” He slowly got up, and sauntered over to the front door, turning the lock. “Now, now, we don’t want this to get messy, do we?”

“‘Course not.” Y/N’s voice was steady, focused. She would protect her child. She had to. After all they’d been through, how far they’d come without an accident, she wouldn’t lose it all. Not here.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Y/N flung the knife towards the base of the man’s skull with practiced hands. During the weeks Sam and herself had been searching for Demon Dean, she focused her nervous energy into practicing her knife-throwing. And it paid off. She’d gotten damn good at it.

But the man was fast. And he had reflexes like a goddamn cat. He lunged out of the path of the knife, which buried itself in the glass door behind him, shattering the entire pane. He pulled out a handgun, firing a few rounds at Y/N, who’d dove behind a shelf in the knick of time.

The man chuckled. “You’re good, Mrs. Winchester. But not good enough.”

Y/N shuffled down the shelf, turning the corner into the next aisle. Her ears were pounding from both the gun firing, and her own blood thundering through her veins. She would not lose it all. Not here.

“I am going to kill you today, Mrs. Winchester. May I call you Y/N?”

Y/N pulled her revolver from its holster. She must’ve been one of the few pregnant women in history who walked everywhere armed to the teeth. Sam and Dean’s paranoia of anything happening to the baby had spread to Y/N as well. “You can call me whatever you want. After all, you’re the one that’s going to die anyway. Whether it’s me, or Dean or Sam… You’re not getting out of here alive.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

The man laughed again. “Feisty. I like it honey, looks good on you.” Y/N heard the click of a gun, and looked to her left, seeing the man standing at the end.

Both opponents fired at once. Y/N shielded herself behind a stand of potato chips, and the man spat out some curse words, clearly caught off guard by Y/N firing, and ran out of the line of fire.

Y/N slowly got up, and crept down the aisle, like a lion stalking her prey. Her eyes were fiery with rage. Guess those maternal instincts were finally kicking in. She would not lose it all. Not here.

“Cowardly. I like it honey, looks good on you.” Y/N spat. She turned the corner, coming face to face with the man. Too close to fire. Y/N gasped, taken off guard. In her moment of hesitation. The man grabbed Y/N from around the waist, turning and pulling her against him. He grabbed her by the hair, using it to pull her head back, and causing Y/N to cry out.

Y/N grit her teeth, and thrust her elbow into the Styne’s groin. He yelled out, releasing Y/N. She turned, grabbing the man by the arm and pulled him into her, kneeing him again and again in the same spot. He pushed her off and yelled out a slur, doubling over, and backing away from Y/N before she could strike again.

He groans, trying to catch his breath. “So, you got knocked up by Dean Winchester?” The man taunts, straightening up. “How cool would it be if the baby was born with the mark as well, eh?”

Y/N sneered, her chest heaving in anger. She bent down, pulling out the second knife of the trio from her opposite boot. “Burn in hell!” She ran forward, attempting to bury her knife up and into the man’s abdomen.

The Styne twisted out of the way, grabbing Y/N by the elbow. Tessa may have been quick and clever, but he was immensely stronger than her. With a motion as simple as a flick of his wrist, he had Y/N on the floor, the breath knocked out of her. He’d whisked her knife out of her hand as well. Dammit, Y/N thought. Could’ve thrown it and been done with this, but no, had to get cocky didn’t I?

Styne practically pounced on top of Y/N, his heavy weight on her chest not making it any easier for her to catch her breath. He grinned, raising the knife, ready to strike.

Y/N screamed, but he shoved it into the linoleum floor, not millimeters from her face. Y/N exhaled, the blade skimming her eyelashes when she turned to look at it.

The Styne brutally picked up Y/N by her neck, shoving her hard against the steel shelves beside them. He pressed hard into her windpipe, making Y/N claw at his hand as she struggled for breath.

He leaned close into her face, quickly turning blue.

“You’re lucky you might just be better use to me alive than dead.” He sneered.

Unable to speak, Y/N simply shot daggers at him through watering eyes. If looks could kill…

The man grinned again, throwing Y/N down the aisle as if she were a ragdoll. Y/N slid, hitting the fridges hard as she gasped for breath. Tears flooded her eyes. The man stalked closer, and before Y/N could catch her breath, kicked her hard in the stomach.

She tried to scream, but it came out as nothing more than a rasp as the wind was knocked out of her yet again.

The man stepped back, waiting for Y/N to fight back.

“N-no…” She rasped out. He chuckled and stalked to the front of the store.

Tears flooded down Y/N’s cheeks. With shaking hands, Y/N pulled up her shirt, only to see an angry yellow bruise forming. She threw her head back into the ground, inaudible sobs escaping her lips. No. This couldn’t be happening, not after everything they’d been through. Dean was human again, and hopefully about to lose the mark. She couldn’t lose the baby now. They’d come so far.

There was a light kick in Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, and she waited, as if willing the baby to keep fighting.

There was another kick.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, ringing the tears out of her damp eyelashes. Thank god.

She looked to the left, and saw none other than her knife, sticking out of the floor, only a mere five or six feet away from her. Her eyes flew to the man, but he was busy, chatting away victoriously on his cell phone.

Y/N glared, and began to drag herself forward, to the knife. Her last glimmer of hope.

Pulling the tiny pocket knife out the floor like it was excalibur, Y/N snuck forward to the man, her vision red with pure rage.

Letting out what can only be described as a war cry, Y/N flung the knife, again towards the Styne.

Time seemed to slow down, as Y/N watched the knife fly to the man, and enter his left bicep.

“Shit,” Y/N grit her teeth, fumbling for her final blade.

The man yelled out in pain, pulling the knife from his arm.

“That was a mistake, Mrs. Winchester. Don’t make me kill you.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” Y/N sneered as she ran forward, aiming the knife for the man’s throat. She was shooting to kill this time.

The man ducked out of the way, pivoting to face Y/N’s back. Y/N turned but not before the man could grab Y/N by the waist and pull her towards him.

Y/N threw her shoulder backward and thrust her knife into the base of the man’s chin, up and into his skull.

The man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as Y/N stepped back, struggling for breath. As her ears began to ring, Y/N quickly realized something was very wrong.

She looked down, only to see her second pocket knife buried inside her own swollen stomach.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat.

“Nn- O… Hel-” Y/N struggled to find words as she stumbled and fell back into one of the shelves.

Y/N’s breathing picked up, her vision clouded by tears. At least she hoped that’s why her vision was clouded.

Okay. Okay. Don’t panic. Get the knife out. Call Dean. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. You’re going to make it through this. We are going to make it through this. Y/N struggled to reassure herself.

In any other instance, Y/N would’ve left the knife in, to prevent herself from bleeding out. But she’d rather bleed out than take the chance of the knife either currently hurting, or possibly hurting her child. She knew the fetus could survive inside her for no more than ten minutes (Y/N had stumbled upon the fact in her panicked pregnancy research, and took note of it, knowing with her life it would come up at some point). She could work with that. All her years of experience of either healing the boys or dealing with any wounded or dying person while hunting kicked in, and she estimated that it would take her about 15 minutes to bleed out. Okay, that gave her 25 minutes to get Dean here. Fuck, I have to get to a hospital in that time. Real panic began to take over Y/N. It quickly dawned on her, she was probably going to die here. Alone.

But she had to try. For her child.

Y/N took a deep breath, and without hesitation, pulled the knife from her stomach.

A blood-curdling scream erupted from Y/N, as she slid down the shelf rather ungracefully.

Y/N began to sob. No, no. No time for tears, I can do this.

Y/N shakily pulled out her phone from her jacket pocket. Her twitching fingertips left blood stains every time she touched the screen, a macabre reminder that she was fighting for her life. Finally, through a veil of tears in her eyes, Y/N found Dean’s contact.

As the phone dialed and rang, Y/N struggled to rip off her jacket, as her arms began to feel like they were made of lead.

As Y/N pressed her jacket firmly on her paling stomach, the phone stopped ringing.

“This is Dean Winchester’s voicemail.”

Before Dean could continue, Y/N hung up the phone. She let out a low sob and squeezed her eyes shut again.

Sam. Please, Sam. Y/N thought of her last chance of survival.

Y/N suddenly began to feel solemnly light-headed and the phone rang.

“Y/N. Are you okay?”

Dean.

Y/N took a sharp, yet ragged intake of breath. There was still hope.

“D-Dean?” Her voice shook.

“Yeah, it’s me, kid. Where are you? Are you alright?”

Y/N looked down at her heavily bloodied jacket. As the seconds passed, Y/N realized she couldn’t push down nearly as hard as she could at first.

“N-no. No, I’m not. I’m… I’m at the convenience st-store.” Y/N was struggling to form words, her eyelids becoming heavy.

I’m going into shock.

“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Hold on.” Dean’s words were reassuring but hope of survival was bleak.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but let out only a raspy breath, and hung up the phone, as speaking to Dean was too agonizing. I’ve killed our child, she wanted to say, but knew only a scream would’ve come out.

Y/N sat there, looking around at the pool of blood she sat in and let out another agonized sob. God, how did I end up here?

The next thought that entered her head was, I’m going to die alone. That almost scared her more than anything. She thought of Dean, having full-out conversations with her bump and smiled.

“H-Hey baby,” she started. This felt weird. “It’s Mommy. I know it’s normally your Dad who does this, but… It’s just you and I right now baby, and… And I’m scared. I’m so scared. You dad… He used to say nothing would ever hurt me as long as he was around… But I really fucked up this time. I-” She broke down, silently sobbing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, baby. I’m sorry, you’ll never get to see your Mommy and Daddy. And have your first step, first word, first kiss. You’ll never get to learn how much you’re loved. You are loved. So loved. By me. By your Dad. By your Uncle Sammy and Auntie Charlie. You are so loved.”

“You were supposed to have your Dad’s eyes. Those beautiful eyes, I’d get to fall in love with all over again. You’d have your Uncle Sammy’s hair, hopefully,” Tessa laughed, tears falling down her cheeks. “And my smile, because God knows I haven’t seen your Dads in so long... I thought… I thought just maybe you could bring it back. But none of that is ever going to happen now. And I’m sorry,” her voice cracked. “I am so sorry.”

Y/N sniffled, and as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, for the first time in a very long time, she prayed.

3 minutes later. 

Dean threw open the door of the Impala, not giving a care in the world that it might’ve damaged his Baby. He sprinted up the steps to the door, throwing it open with a spray of shattered glass.

The carnage inside the store (which was already disheveled to say the least when Dean left it) made Dean’s blood run cold.

One of the Styne’s was laying on the floor in a pool of crimson, one of Y/N’s daggers pierced up through his jawline. Bullet casings laid discarded on the linoleum floor.

And as Dean turned the corner of one of the aisles, he saw his wife, unconscious, sitting in a pool of her own blood.

Dean screamed as he slid across the floor to Y/N. He gently moved her cold hand, and bloodstained jacket, to see an deep stab wound in her swollen stomach.

Dean’s green eyes filled with tears as they travelled up to Y/N’s pale face. He cupped her cheek, desperate to feel some kind of warmth. She was ice.

“Y/N…” He sobbed. His other hand went to her throat, searching for a pulse.

A weak pump pressed against Dean’s finger.

His breath hitched in his throat, as Dean wasted no time in scooping Y/N into his arms and sprinting out to the Impala, screaming at Sam to start the car.

34 hours later. 

It was bright. And warm. So warm.

The first thing Y/N thought, is she must be dead. In heaven, maybe.

But as the pain set in, it dawned on her that maybe this was hell.

Her stomach ached, the sort of aching pain Y/N had last felt when she was 14, and had her appendix removed.

Y/N finally gathered the courage to open her eyes, and found herself in a (blindingly bright) hospital bedroom. Dean was on her left, loosely grasping Y/N’s hand and fast asleep. Y/N swallowed, cringing from the sharpness of her dry throat. She carefully removed her hand from her husband’s and carefully lifted her hospital gown.

Y/N saw a long, red cut, freshly stitched and stapled, stretching horizontally below her navel.

A cesarean section scar.

Y/N’s mind raced. Had she given birth? Had she been dreaming? Vividly dreaming?

Maybe her child was alright after all.

Gently, Y/N squeezed Dean’s hand.

“Dean,” she whispered. “Dean.”

Dean awoke with a start. Relief washed over his face as he saw her awake.

“Y/N. You’re awake.” He smiled sadly. “I thought I was going to lose you.” He sat forward, rubbing her arm.

“I’m here. I’m alright.” She gave a small smile. “Where’s the baby?” Y/N bit her lip, choosing to think optimistically.

Dean hesitated, and broke eye contact with Y/N. “Y/N…”

“Dean. Tell me where my baby is.” She started to cry, knowing the truth. “Dean, please.”

Dean started to speak, but was interrupted as the doctor entered.

“Mrs. Winchester, you’re awake,” the doctor gave a poisonous pitying smile. “We wer-”

“Where is my child?” Y/N demanded, not giving a care about the doctor’s attempt at a comforting awakening.

The doctor took a deep breath, and removed his glasses. “Mrs Winchester… We tried everything.”

Y/N shook her head. Dean squeezed her hand, but she pulled it away, as if trying to will the situation away. Tears fell down her cheeks as she continued to shake her head.

“We went into an emergency c-section as soon as you were stable, but we could not save your son.”

Y/N gave a horrified sob upon hearing she had- should have had- a baby boy.

Y/N’s ears were ringing as she tuned out the doctor, not hearing the rest of his overly- rehearsed speech.

She began giving out silent sobs, shaking her head.

“No, no…”

Her sobs became louder, almost like a scream. She looked at Dean, tears streaming down her face.

“Tell me it’s not true. Please, Dean. Say it’s not true. Please!” She screamed at Dean, who just shook his head, also crying. The doctor exited with a choked apology as Dean laid down next to Y/N and let her scream into his shoulder.

As the nurses armed with sedatives entered the room, Y/N threw her head back, sobbing and wishing the most she ever had in her life, that she were dead.

4 days later. 

Y/N had been uncharacteristically quiet. Usually the Winchester’s source of endless optimism and unity, Y/N had barely uttered a word besides muttering a declination to Dean whenever he offered food.

She’d barely slept, Dean noticed. Just quietly cried until Dean fell asleep, then crept to the library and read. Each morning, Dean would find her curled up in her favourite chair, cheeks tear-stained and her arms curled protectively around a phantom baby bump.

One day, after Dean finally convinced Y/N to come eat with himself, Sam and Charlie, Y/N stormed out of the kitchen at the mention of the Stynes. The Winchesters froze, as it seemed Y/N finally remembered who had killed Charlie (Y/N muttered the name of her lost son to Dean one morning as he carried her out of the library).

After hearing the crashing of Y/N throwing books against the wall, Dean entered their bedroom and found her clutching the sink, heaving with anger, grief and depression. There were clumps of hair in the sink.

Y/N began to sob again, as she did most of her time and collapsed into Dean’s arms, curled around her protectively. Dean set his chin on the top of her head, helpless.

As the sobbing died out, Y/N whispered in Dean’s ear with a coldness he had never heard from her before.

“I want them dead.”

Dean knew who they were without explanation.

“Done.”

#dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean x you #dean imagine #dean winchester #pregnant!reader #dean x pregnant!reader #spn imagine #spn self insert #spn fanfic #dean winchester x reader #reader x dean #dean x reader angst

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too much asagao!kit

have you ever wanted five pages of useless information about my si? no? oh well here you go anyways!! the link to the original template is here. be warned, it’s like ten pages long.

Name: Victoria

Nickname: Kit

Origin of nickname: She used ‘Kit’ as a pen name when she wrote for the school newspaper. Her friends soon started using it jokingly, but it ended up sticking with her.

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Heterosexual

Current status: a..alive?

Birth date: November 17th

Current residence: Asagao Academy

Occupation: Student

Hobbies: Kit enjoys writing, doodling, making origami, going for walks, sewing plushies, working with ceramics, and doing volunteer work.

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Most important childhood “event” that still affects her: Kit almost always had her parents holding her hand. She even went to the same private school for 5th-8th grade where her mother worked. Also, before attending Asagao, she’d never spent more than two days away from one of her parents.

How? Because of the constant sheltering and guidance her parents gave her, Kit never learned how to do anything by herself and has a horrible time socializing and trying new things.

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How does she dress or what do they typically wear? For school, she wears the required white button-up, yellow vest, and black skirt. On her free days she normally chooses to wear a white tank top, black skinny jeans, and an oversized, crocheted cardigan.

Other outfits one might find in their wardrobe: Kit has WAY too many tank tops and gym shorts. Where do they keep coming from? Where does she get them all?? Why does she have them all??? Please stop her.

Jewelry:Her favorite pieces of jewelry are her hoops earrings, a silver and black onyx ring, and a bracelet with an octopus charm on it.

Health: In a physical sense, she’s alright despite having a heart problem. Her mental state isn’t the greatest, though.

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Habits/Obsessions: She loves Nokemon and candles. Even if she can’t burn them in her dorm room, she has like 20 candles.

Unique phrases/words: To her friends, she will blurt out random Italian phrases and curses to confuse them.

Do they curse, and if so, to what extent? Kit swears a moderate amount around friends, but only around friends.

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Describe their sleep patterns: She either sleeps for 13 hours straight, or sleeps for 5 hours.

Describe their bedroom: Kit’s side of the dorm is very messy, but it’s very well organized.

Describe their daily rituals:

Kit is normally awoken by a distressed Sammi twenty minutes before class. In a panic, she throws on her uniform, brushes her hair and teeth, then grabs her backpack before leaving.

In class, she can normally be found doodling and trying not to fall asleep.

When lunch rolls around and she has no other work to finish up, Kit goes to the library and reads until the next bell. Here, she also finds time to gawk at the cute, student council president and even the boy who is almost always in the nurse’s office.

After the second half of the day, she returns to the dorm to do homework. Once it’s finished, she eats dinner then either works on a creative project or plays games with her roommate.

Lastly, she makes her way to the bathroom for a shower before finally going to bed.

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How self-confident is the character? Not at all.

How does she see herself? As just another angsty teen who complains too much.

How do they believe she is perceived by others? She either thinks of herself as a queen, or a piece of crap. Depends on the day.

What does the character like least about themselves? Her constant need for attention.

How do they express themselves? By writing or drawing, normally.

Is this character generally dominant or submissive? Submissive

Most at ease when: She’s alone and safe, or just around friends in general.

Ill at ease when: She’s by herself in an unfamiliar area.

Describe their sense of humor: Kit will laugh at and joke about mostly everything, as long as it’s within some boundaries. She can go from laughing over a 12 year old’s joke to a joke about cannibalism.

If they could be described with one of the seven virtues, which would it be? Justice

If they could be described with one of the seven sins, which would it be? Envy/Sloth

Biggest Vulnerability (non physical): She’s easily threatened to do things.

Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist.

Introvert or extrovert: Introvert.

Greatest Fear: BEARS

Other Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: Kit isn’t confident with her body/personality, is afraid of deep water, and fears fires.

Character's darkest, deepest secret: Her past.

Minor Secrets: She keeps the people she hates and has a crush on a secret.

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Favorite...

Color: Purple.

Clothing: Tank tops.

Place: The field near Asagao.

Room in the house and why: Bedroom/dorm. It’s warm and comfy.

Food/drinks: Any Italian foods + Slushies.

Subject in school: Creative Writing / Ceramics.

Animal: Cat.

Least Favorite...

Clothing: Socks.

Place: The city (when she’s by herself.)

Food: Meat.

Subject in school: Math.

Where does this character like to hang out? She likes to hang out in the library and her dorm room.

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How does this character deal with or react to…

Conflict/Danger: She’ll try to handle it calmly, but she also might cry.

Rejection: Lots and lots of tears and self deprecation

Fear: Run away or ignore it. Pray to God for help.

Change: Adapt or die, unless it’s completely traumatic.

Loss: Ignore the pain and get over it or cry until she passes out.

Sex/Flirting: Become insanely uncomfortable or go along with it.

Pain: Get as far away as possible from the cause of it, or deal with it.

Peer pressure: Tell the person trying to pressure her to fuck off.

Guilt: Cry and guilt-trip herself for fifteen years.

Being wrong: Panic and think about the mistake for hours after.

Being criticized: Normally, she’ll get angry or sad. On a good day, she’ll get over it and be extremely thankful for it. But, if it was unwarranted, she’ll get pissed beyond belief.

Offending others: Apologize hundreds of times and feel more guilt than she should.

Praise: Is… is this for me? Or are you talking to someone else?

How does this character feel about...

Marriage: She’s not really in a rush to get married, but it sounds like a cute thing to do.

Children: No.

Family/Family Values: She thinks that you should always treat your family with respect, unless they’re an asshole to you.

Old age: Doesn’t sound very fun.

Sex: [uncomfortable wheezing]

Love: Cute!! But she probably doesn’t deserve it.

Friendship/Other relationships: Please be her friend. She’s very lonely and she’ll bake sweets for you.

The opposite sex: CUTE

The same sex: CUTE

Money/Material things: Because of her family’s small fortune, she doesn’t really have to worry about money. She does, however, get very emotionally attached to some material objects.

Science: Biology is interesting and fun, but chemistry makes her head hurt.

Nature/Animals: She loves animals and would die for them.

Drugs and alcohol: Kit would never touch most drugs except for alcohol. Maybe.

What embarrasses this character? Pretty much anything sexual.

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Crushes: She has three crushes but would never act upon them. One on Paul and one on Jeff. Don’t ask her about the third one or else she’ll die from embarrassment.

Girlfriend/Boyfriend(s): N/A

Best Friend: Sammi

Friends: All of 8BB

Pets: Sometimes she hoards stray cats in her dorm when she finds them in the city. (She does, however, give them up to a shelter when she gets the chance.)

What kind of person would she consider to be the perfect partner? Someone who is kind, supportive, and can take a joke. She’d also like someone who will play games with her and stay up until 4am.

Is the character judgmental of others and how so? If you’re an asshole to someone around her, Kit will judge you until you die and never let it go.

How is she perceived by...

Strangers? Who is this awkward girl? Why is she trying to joke with me? Where are her parents?

Friends? Please stop telling me to do my homework and please stop trying to fight anyone who looks at me wrong. Yes, Kit, we’re friends. You don’t need to ask so often. Please stop baking for me. You damn meme-loving fuck.

Coworker/Colleague? Why does this girl keep stuttering in class? What is she so nervous about?

Lovers? Since when was I dating this nerd and how does she manage to bake me a cake every few weeks?

Describe their sense of trust: Kit really wants to be able to trust everyone. But, if you break her trust, she will ignore you for the rest of your life.

What type of individuals does she like or associate with? She likes to hang around nerds, because it sums up her interests pretty well.

What type of individuals doesn't she like or associate with? Jocks. She thinks that if she associates with them, people with figure that she’s also a jock even though she’s far from it.

What do family/friends like most about character? She’s good at keeping up conversations and is very adaptable to new situations.

What do family/friends like least about character? She’s awkward and can often push herself away from everyone for weeks at a time.

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Birthparent(s): A mother and a father.

Are they still alive? Yes.

Did they raise this character? Yes.

What did they do for a living? Her mother works at a private middle school and her father is a petroleum engineer.

Caretakers: She had a nanny when she was younger.

Are they still alive? Yes

At what age did the caretakers begin to raise this character? From when she was born to when she was 12.

Siblings (if any): A half-sister and half-brother.

Describe how each one treats this character: Her sister, when she lived with Kit, was very kind to her. Her brother used to be very angry with her, but eventually mellowed out and they’re now friends.

Does this character still keep in contact with their siblings? Only with her brother.

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If this character were an animal, what would they be? An armadillo.

Why? Low body temperature, hides in a ball when scared, long nails, not really dangerous, and runs from humans.

What would happen if this character became physically handicapped, and how would that change them? Her depression might worsen, but she’d definitely try not to let it affect her daily routines.

What would this character do if spontaneously placed in a whole new and unfamiliar environment? She’d be terrified, but would at least make an attempt to communicate and get home asap.

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What song best fits this character? Say Anything - Do Better

If you could compare this character to an existing character, who would she be and why? Ashley from Until Dawn, maybe.

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Character's role in the story: Background character. Very minor.

Scene where character first appears: When Mai pulls Hana away from Ian, they bump into Kit. She is shown very briefly and only manages to force out a “Oh, s-sorry!” before running off. This leads to Mai explaining Hidden Block, then 8-Bit Blossoms.

Relationships with other characters: She treats Hana very nicely, is a little afraid of Mai, loves her roommate, and is eternally greatful for Mr. McPasta constantly bandaging her hands up from ceramics class. For anyone else, she tries to act very polite but her tendency to joke may make her come off as a bit blunt.

#asagao kit #goD THIS IS SO LONG AND DUMb #FORGIVE ME #it was fun to do tho #u guys should try it if u ever need something 2 focus on #my raVIOLIS ARE DONE!!! #hav e fun #if u need this tagged send me an ask pls

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kavi’s house

NULL - 10/03/2017

"Aww. Still in a mood? Baby, baby, I'm sorry. Please take me back." He hovers after Kavi. "If it makes you feel any better, picture me in panties. It's making me laugh on the inside."

Barbor - 10/03/2017

Bor flies up to land on the counter top but they dip away from their path and only managed to land on the side of it, they were having a giggle fit all the way there. "Oh sweet satan I don't think I can unsee that now, pff-aahahah!"

Lunch - 10/03/2017

"I'm not taking you back until I'm finished changing! Get your pantied ass OUT of my ROOM!" Kavi tried to not imagine it.  They were TRYING to retain their foul mood and be all scowly.  Unfortunately, it's failing fast, so they're doing their best to get Bill out before they break into giggling.

NULL - 10/03/2017

Bill backs out of the room, but giggles manically as he does so. Manical giggling in panties. You're seeing it. He knows you are.

Lunch - 10/03/2017

Kavi slams the door shut, then breaks into helpless laughter immediately, slumping against the wood as they wheeze.

Lunch - 10/03/2017

Kavi emerges a small while later with some new clothes on, as well as a backpack over their shoulder.  "Right, good to go.  Except for the mental image that just scarred my psyche, of course.  Hop on up when you're ready, Bor!"

NULL - 10/03/2017

"Right, here are the locations!" A display opens on his "chest" area with the appropriate coordinates. From the cabins to the woods, apparently.

Lunch - 10/03/2017

Kavi leans in to stare at the ChesTV, memorizing it as best they can.

NULL - 10/03/2017

He displays some images of the areas as well, just be to sure.

Barbor - 10/03/2017

Bor isn't even paying attention,  this isn't their job to do they're just tagging along to sight see and grab some grub.  that's a half lie, they can't see the images, their vision both in bug and out is incredibly shitty

Lunch - 10/03/2017

"Right, think I got it."  Kavi waits for Bor to board on up, then lifts their right forearm.  They begin to trace a pattern of runes, mumbling soft nonsense words and frowning hard as they focus in and-- POOF.

Lunch - 10/05/2017

Kavi takes a moment from putting away groceries to step outside and SCREAM.

Barbor - 10/05/2017

Hears the scream and throws their voice to sound like it's coming from the forest, it almost sounded like it came from another human.

Lunch - 10/05/2017

Kavi RUNS OUT OF THEIR ROOM.  They still have some weed pajama pants on and an overly large t-shirt with a ghost that says "I'M HERE FOR THE BOO-S". "LET'S DO IT."

Barbor - 10/05/2017

Barbor jumped off from the second floor balcony and roughly headbutts the door open, their tail thrashing from side to side excitingly. "FUCK YEAH! THOSE SQUIRRELS ARE GONNA GET IT!~"(edited)

Lunch - 10/05/2017

"GRAB ON." Kavi shoves their arm towards Bor, ready and raring to go.

Barbor - 10/05/2017

The baph  dashes towards them and jumps in to the human's arms, sure they're heavy but Kavi has mechanical stuff attached to them, it shouldn't be too bad.

Lunch - 10/05/2017

Kavi's STRONK like Russian bull.  They heft Bor over their head and activate the runic inscriptions on their arm, poofing the both of them away.

Lunch - 10/06/2017

Kavi is outside with a huge grill and a huge smoker.  There's a fresh rack of unicorn ribs on the grill at the moment, drizzled in sauce and roasting away.  UNICORN COOKOUT.

Barbor - 10/06/2017

The baphomet was sitting outside gnawing on a unicorn femur as they waited for those ribs to be done, and they heard of rumors of unicorn flesh tasting like your favorite thing in the world and boy they weren't kidding. "Oh man that stuff smells so goood~"

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Right? Man, we should've done this sooner.  Remind me to go on regular killing sprees, those steaks last night were the best thing I've ever had."

Barbor - 10/06/2017

snrk "Remind you?~ I'm gonna drag you along when ever I go hunting!~ But I gotta hunt more mythical beings though,  it's way more rewarding then killing the normal stuff."(edited)

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Hell yeah! What do you think we should try hunting next?  I've got a cool new weapon design I wanna try out."

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"How cool are we talkin? like that sploody type of cool or something different entirely?" They tapped the bone on their chin in thought.

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"I dunno.  Maybe a giant cyclops?  It's based on a bow 'n arrow, dependant on energy rather than a projectile.  Hoping it'll do less exploding so I can actually gather meat.  Maybe it'll even cook it in the process!"

Barbor - 10/06/2017

The baph perked up their ears to hear that this new weapon could take on cyclops, even probably cook it "Damn that is pretty cool~... I'm actually torn between a manticore and that cyclops."

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Ooooh, manticore sounds cool too..." Kavi rubs their chin thoughtfully with one hand, the other grabbing the ribs with some tongs and flipping them over.  Sizzle sizzle. "Maybe we could take a look at some books and see what we wanna fight? Then we can make a list or somethin'. Maybe roll a dice to pick?"

Barbor - 10/06/2017

The demon's nose twitched and wibbled as the smell of the unicorn meat filled the air again, "I'm not gonna lie, but it sounds like we're making a hit-list of some sorts and that's fricken cool.~" "Make a list of twenty and roll to choose? Sounds good. Though what if some mythical police starts noticing this? What do?"(edited)

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"I mean, I've never heard of any kind of mythical police.  Well, not any inter-dimensional ones, at least.  I should be fine here."  Kavi shrugs, pulling the ribs off the grill and plating them. Some corn cobs go on next.  Gotta have veggies! Plus, roasted corn is the shit, man.

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"Haha, nice!~ This place is like our nice little hide out, grazie vuoto(thank you void)!~" they cheered while motioning their bone in the air gleefully the demon's stomach grumbled and seeing the human guard the meat like this they huffed and crossed their arms.  Wait are they putting vegitables on the grill? EWW?

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Hell yeah! Plus I can use some of that unicorn hair, maybe? Iunno."  They shrug, turning the corn and banking the flames a tiny bit.

The grumbling stomach prompts a siiiiigh-- and they finally relent.  Kavi tears off half of the rack and tosses them to Barbor.  "Catch 'em!"

Barbor - 10/06/2017

The demon's floppy ears lifted up  to hear the sigh and once those rib pieces start coming at them,  Barbor leapt up and caught the ribs in their mouth. "* Grazie Kavi.~*"  the ribs is gone bones and all, even the bones they were gnawing on is gone.

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"So, what's that you're speaking, by the way?  Sounds a little familiar, but I'm not really recognizing the words.  Close to spanish though, maybe?"

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"It's just italian, you were kinda close though, spanish and italian share a lot of similarities actually.~"  nod nod.

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Niiice! Is that your original language?" Kavi pulls the corn cobs off the grill and moves to a nearby lawn chair.  They plop down with a hard cider, some ribs, and some corn.  MONCH.

Barbor - 10/06/2017

This is a good picnic, what's better then eating something you killed the day before with friends? Not much?

"Yeah! It is, my old mom and pop wanted to teach us both languages would help more then just knowing one." Bor chuckled and grabbed themselves a bottle cider of their own. "How about you dude?"(edited)

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Oooh, nice! Nah, I only know a bit of Latin.  Useful when dealing with demons and ghosts, y'know?  But I'm pretty useless when it comes to language." They give a bit of a sheepish smile, then start to tear into the ribs.

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"That's still cool though!  I guess it means you can understand me when I say something demonic, hehe~" Bor took a swig of the hard cider, "I could teach you some more latin, well that's if you want it."

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Sure, dude! I'd love that.  Some Italian too, maybe? Then I can sound like one of those mobsters you wanna be." A cheeky grin is tossed towards Bor.

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"Hah, that'll be great! We'll be a couple of mobster goons working under a dapper ranch dorito~*" Snrk! it sounds so silly right now but these two just rallied some friends to kill some fancy horses for fun.

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Hell yeah! I bet I could make us some tommy guns or something..." Kavi taps their chin and mumbles to themself, something about mechanics of rapid-fire energy projectiles.

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"Oh man, I remember using that on a person who thought it was a good idea to send a "message" to my dad by killing me and my sibs," the baph placed their hands on their cheeks and purred delightfully.  "That man was riddled with holes when we were finished with him, dude.~"

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Then we could do some real drive by's!  Pewpewpew!" Kavi mimes shooting a tommy-gun, using a rib bone as a prop. "You ever give someone cement shoes, dude? That's like, the one I always hear about when someone talks about mobsters."

Barbor - 10/06/2017

"YES!~" they pound on the table but not enough to disturb the human eating, "Fuck yeah for real drive by's!!" "Oh the cement shoes? Kinda, I didn't do it per-say? I was there to see it happen though, but it was only only a hand full of times since my dad isn't fond of putting dead guys in water, he felt it might be too easy for cops to find the dead body if they're looking hard enough."(edited)

Lunch - 10/06/2017

"Niiice.  I can see why it might be too messy, though.  Eventually the muscles around the leg will rot and the rest of the body will pop free and float away.  That, or a fisherman catches 'em." Kavi snickers at the thought.

Barbor - 10/07/2017

"Dude, that's usually the case and whenever one comes floating up in the river some of us would wonder 'Shit,  is that one of ours?'"  The demon cackles  before taking another swig of the cider. "But thankfully no fishermen found any, it still could be the case though!  Most were smart enough to keep their mouth shut."

Lunch - 10/07/2017

Kavi shakes their head, immensely amused.  "Can you imagine? Going out for a nice bit of fishing and BLAM.  You hook into some poor dead fuck's rotting nose holes and think you've caught the big one, then have the shit scared out of you when you finally land it."

Barbor - 10/07/2017

The demon was so close to drinking off the rest of their hard cider but they burst out laughing  as they imagine such a scene happening.  Sure they'd be scared shirtless of it playing out that way when they were human, although now it sounds like a great prank to use on a mortal when they're bored. "Kavi, holy fuck! That's hilarious!~"

Lunch - 10/15/2017

--- Kavi is in a kitchen that seems to have straight up exploded.  There's butter and sugar everywhere, at least 5 ruined pans in the sink coated in black ooze, and one perfect pan of delicious looking caramel on the stove. They're currently grabbing some pretzels and chocolate and marshmallows to dip in the caramel.

Barbor - 10/15/2017

Barbor trotted over to where the smell was coming from and when they got to the kitchen, the demon's nose was assaulted by the smell of caramel, failed attempts at caramel, and ingredients to make the stuff. They were so confused, what kind of cooking battle went down in here? "Kavi? Why do I smell butter on roof? How did you even manage that??"(edited)

Lunch - 10/15/2017

"Uhhhhh.  I might have taken some drastic measures with attempt number three to try and stop the damn sugar from seizing up.  And by drastic I mean really drastic.  Explosions.  I used explosions."  Kavi's wearing the tattered remains of a 'KISS THE COOK('S ASS)' apron that's still somewhat on fire, but they're positively beaming over at the baphomet regardless. "But I got it right this time! Dude, lookit that.  It's like, fuckin' perfect."

Barbor - 10/15/2017

The baphomet's constant smile grew a little bit, showing their teeth just a bit is a good indication that they were beaming over this too. Explosions. They used fricken explotions to make this stuff. "You're insane you know that?" bor said that in the most lighthearted way possible, they came over and took a pretzel to dunk it in the sause. They gave it a taste... their ears perk up in suprise. "YOOOO!~ YOU DID IT!~ This is spot on!~"

Lunch - 10/16/2017

"Pretty sure that's true in every sense of the word." Kavi gave him a very big, very cheeky grin, which quickly just turned into proud beaming at the praise.  "TOLD YOU, DUDE! This shit is legit!  I'm glad I didn't give up on that last try, this shit tastes amazing! Dude, try doing this--" Kavi grabs a pretzel stick and stabs a marshmallow with it, then dunks both of them into the sauce.  Once they're good and covered, they pull them back out and shove that straight into their face, dripping caramel everywhere in the process.

Barbor - 10/16/2017

The demon tilted their head curiously to see what they were picking up, it looks like it was a pretzel stick and...  A marshmellow!~ If this goat could do those sparkly eyes right now they would, it's really getting hard not to just shove their face into the pot itself.   "That's genius!~ I wanna try that~"

They picked up a stick and a marshmellow to dunk it inside the caramel, but instead of dunking the marshmellow part in the pot Barbor dunked their hand into it too along with  the snack. "...Shit." they totally ment to do that.(edited)

Lunch - 10/16/2017

Kavi cackles with amusement, reaching over and ruffling the top of Bor's head.  "Just stick your whole hand in your mouth, dude.  I'm not gonna judge you, I'd prolly do that too." In fact, they do that right now.  Grab a chocolate bar, stuff their entire hand into the caramel, then pull it out and shove that hand into their mouth.

Barbor - 10/16/2017

Not getting reprimanded by a friend? Good shit right there!  If this place wasn't messy already the demon removed their hand from the pot and made a mess like how Kavi did before.  The goat demon was purring from having their head raffled but it got louder when they put their entire hand in their mouth along with their dipping pretzelmellow snack. It's hard not to nic themselves on teeth like barbor's but it's worth it the trouble for this yummy gooey goodness~

Lunch - 10/16/2017

Kavi's probably going to regret all this mess later but OH WELL.  They're having fun right now and that's what matters.  They show Bor how to melt a tiny circle in the chocolate by warming up the pretzel with some flames from the stove, then add it to the marshmallow kabob. "It's like a smore, almost!"

Barbor - 10/16/2017

Holy fuck, this human just blew this demons's mind! The demon took their hand out their mouth and exclaimed  "YOOO! What the heck! No 'almost' all smores are good, this one included!" "...Wait, what if we coat the entire thing in melted chocolate?"

Lunch - 10/16/2017

"Duuuuude! Hell yes! Let's try that!"  Kavi scrambles around for another saucepan, tossing a bunch of the chocolate bars inside.

Barbor - 10/16/2017

While Kavi is melting the chocolate, bor is getting the kabobs ready with the occasional crunch of a pretzel or two. "The smore kabobs are ready for dipping!~"

Lunch - 10/16/2017

"Chocolate is ready! I think! Good enough or whatever."  Kavi shrugs, then eagerly snatches up a handful of the kabobs and shoves the handful into the chocolate, though making sure their entire hand doesn't go in.  Shit's hot, yo. Then into the caramel it goes! There's some mixing going on now, but oh well. SHOVES THAT SHIT RIGHT INTO THEM MOUTH.  NOM."MMMM."

Barbor - 10/16/2017

Bor however used their telekinesis to lift up a glob of caramel and melted chocolate out of both pots,  the two orbs came together just as they spear it with the kabobs.  Regardless if the chocolate was hot or not the baph is gonna eat it in one bite. If this demon could melt they would right now, it's THAT DELICIOUS!~ They didn't say anything but let out a delighted whimpers and bleats.

Lunch - 10/16/2017

They're gonna get sugar highs at this rate, but Kavi don't care.  Kavi don't care about nothing right now, except this delicious shit right here.  SO MUCH FACE STUFFING.

Barbor - 10/16/2017

Even with a bunch of molten chocolate and caramel sauces coated kabobs stuffed in their mouth, Bor wanted to try other snacks with it too. So this demon raided Kavi's cabinets for chips, and once they got the lays chips this beast just pours the entire bag in there! IN BOTH PANS!!

Lunch - 10/16/2017

GLORIOUS FOOD CHAOS.  Kavi cheers him on and shovels some of those chips into their mouth.  HECK YEAH, SALTY AND SWEET UP IN THIS MOUTH.

Barbor - 10/16/2017

This whole feeding frenzy was clearly getting out of hand AND ITS FRICKEN WORTH IT!~ They don't even smell the failed attempts of caramel around the kitchen, hell why would they waste the chip bag too? The baph dunk it in the chocolate and ate that too! Man the stomach aches is gonna be a killer after this

Lunch - 10/16/2017

This kitchen has turned to MADNESS.  Tasty, tasty madness.  They're probably going to both be covered in caramel and chocolate and various other unidentifiable food bits by the end of this.  Kavi already has somehow managed to get chocolate into their hair.

Barbor - 10/16/2017

Jelly beans some how made it into this abomination of a snack fest, where did this goat get jelly beans and why is it sticking onto their cheeks?? They didn't even move from their spot and why is there so much chocolate and caramel sauce? Is this boi duplicating the stuff? THEY ARE! OH DEAR SATAN THEY ARE!

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi bursts out of their room and runs to the fridge, ripping it open.  Thankfully, nothing ever bothers to rot while it's inside their little domain, so all the food they'd made earlier can just be pulled out.  The only reason they asked everyone to wait a couple of seconds was because they have to shove all the dirty pots and pans off the counter and into the sink.  Eh....they'll get to them eventually.  Plus there's a few things that need to warm up. They lay out a literal crapload of food, using one of the weird gadgets in their belt to zap stuff like the pizza back into the 'fresh out of the oven' range.  You name it, it's here.  This is one serious spread.  But once again, nothing ages here, so none of it will go bad if it's not eaten.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

Bor scampers in rather quickly, they knocked into a junk pile or a chair occationally while they'd head for the kitchen. And It seems that they were already ahead of the game, there was a big king sized chocolate chip cookie in their maw. The baphoment didn't really bother to eat it fully until he head made it towards the counter to pick up some soda and a good slab of peppered jerky cuz he needed a good chew once in awhile.

Snark MUNCH CRUNCH, there goes the cookie and full can of soda, and yes even the can itself.

NULL - 10/25/2017

Bill pops it and tosses his hands into the air. "Boy am I hungry! Ahahaha! That's a lie! Can you imagine? I'm just saying human things for fun." He floats over to the flood, eyeing it curiously. It doesn't appeal that much yet. Maybe once he's in a vessle that benefits from it that'll change.

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

There's a crackle and POP as Ribbons follows Bill in, tracing Devro's ribbon to get her. She looks like a mostly normal human right now, thanks to her extensive glamour. "heya!"

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi rolls both eyes, offering a hand out to Bill. "Get in here, you obtuse.  The whole point of this was to let you try food, s'what we discussed, remember?"  The other hand waves to Ribbons, then reaches out to give the top of Bor's head an affectionate ruffle. "Heya folks, feel free to stuff your gobs.  I got booze too if you want it."

Barbor - 10/25/2017

Bor bleats a muffled greeting to Ribbons and Bill while they chew and gnaw on the jerky,   they're so glad that most of this stuff wont make him feel full any time soon.

NULL - 10/25/2017

"Oh right. Okay! This might take a minute since you've got anti-possession measures in place, but since you've shaken my hand before I should be able to bypass them." He takes Kavi's hand with a bright flash of blue flame, then melds into them, leaving a small stone statue of himself behind in his place....yeah this is going to take a while. (3 possession)

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

"thanks luv. booze's always welcome." Ribbons goes to grab some noms, zeroing in on any chocolate around.

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi shakes Bill's hand, then zones out.  They try to help him get around the security they've laced into their body, but it's tough going.  ( 6 help ) Meanwhile, there's definitely chocolate on the counter! There's a giant pot of melted down chocolate right next to a vat of homemade caramel sauce.  Lots of little toothpicks surround it, with various things on the end to dunk in;  brownie bites, pretzels, marshmallows, angel food cake, frozen squares of cheesecake, popcorn.  You name it!

Barbor - 10/25/2017

The demon had an idea to get a medium sized bowl to put at least two or one of everything including a scoop or two of ice cream,  cuz they know they're gonna just keep coming back to the table for some more. After getting it filled they went in face first and chow down.~

NULL - 10/25/2017

It takes a while, but eventually, Bill's in! He blinks Kavi's eyes a couple of times and they turn a bright yellow with his very own slitted black pupils. A stiff, unnatural smile spreads across their shared face as he takes a few deep breaths and tries not to fall over. Their legs seem to help him keep steady, unlike the wobbly, fleshy legs most humans have.

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Yep! The actuators and pistons in the legs work overtime to keep Bill standing. This doesn't keep Kavi from being extremely amused in the back of their own mind, though.

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

Ribbons takes care not to inhale food like most Doves would, savoring it instead. Hey she had two years of not starving. She has manners. Not to mention cheesecake-brownie-caramel is to be savored.(edited)

NULL - 10/25/2017

Bill takes care not to snuff Kavi out completely. They're able to act if they please. This is co-op time, unless they'd rather stay in the background to avoid conflicting actions. He's practiced at this though, able to predict his host's actions through their thoughts and compensate that way. "Oh boy! This is still as fun as I remember." He gets them steady in front of the table and takes in the sight and smell of all the food. He's not sure where to start!

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

chocolate-covered cheesecake bite is offered by the chocolate fiend.

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi had to take a little bit to get used to the sensations, mostly.  Once they've re-acquainted themselves with their own body plus one, they reach out and grab up a slice of fresh watermelon and take a big ole' hunking bite.   Chewed, swallowed, then they hand the reins over to let him try the cheesecake.

NULL - 10/25/2017

Cheesecake, bitten. He doesn't quite understand how to swallow with this kind of throat. Assuming that Kavi helps him with that, he manages with only a little trouble. For the most part, Kavi's preferences are passed to him. Same body, same taste buds, same chemical responses, with only a few exceptions. Bill is usually drawn more towards the sting spicy and sour foods more than his hosts.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

The bowl of snacks they've made was gone in a matter of minutes and now they're refilling it with their favorite snack, fruit cocktail with the charries~ they got back into their roach body for this and plopped into the mini pool of the syrupy goodness.

Lunch - 10/25/2017

"Booze is in the cabinet, I've got all kinds.  Feel free to make something for yourself, Ribbons.  Bor, what the fuck dude." Amused snorting. "Guess you're feeling cherry good in that." Kavi's not too fond of the sour, but spicy definitely seems to appeal to them.  Once they notice that Bill seems to like it as well, they grab a couple habaneros and chow down, then pass the reins fully over to Bill to check the reactions, grinning the whole while. (They also make sure to help with swallowing.  Gotta stay alive and all that. )

NULL - 10/25/2017

Straight peppers? Their eyes water up, and just when it looks like they're about to cry, Bill's laughter emerges from deep in their chest instead. It's a good laugh. An annoying laugh with some evil undertones, but when he's having a good time, everybody knows it. "Wow! Wooh... oh boy. Oops! Uh oh! Oh no!" He's laughing and wheezing, holding their gut all red-faced and a little... something else.

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

Ribbon's eyebrows shoot up and there's maybe an ERROR or two flashing over her before she averts her eyes and goes back to stuffing her face. Cake? CAKE.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

The little roachie chuckled at the pun and decided to throw one in for themselves, but they were cut off to see Bivi laughing up a storm, and to them it's  a type of contagious laugh to get them into a giggle fit too.

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi's laughing too much inside their mind to do much of any directing at the moment.

NULL - 10/25/2017

Alright, so he crunches down on one more raw pepper, letting the seeds sit on their tongue and burn away at it before swallowing all by himself. As inexperienced as he is, he's a quick learner. "Oh man. Now that was something new. Is there anything else that hits that hard?"

Barbor - 10/25/2017

"OH OH OH! TRY THE GHOST PEPPER!~"  Bor screed while flailing their little legs!(edited)

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

"yeah, yeah that'll probably do ya if ya like that."

Lunch - 10/25/2017

"Oooh, I was gonna grab something else, but that's a good idea."  Kavi's back and grinning at Bor.  They go to the pantry and grab a tightly sealed jar.  It's popped open carefully, and one single ghost pepper is pulled out and popped into their mouth.  Whole. REINS GO BACK TO BILL.

NULL - 10/25/2017

Metal or not, those legs get shaky. Their sinuses start clearing out and Bill doesn't know what to do about that. FACE LIQUID? WEIRD. KIND OF GROSS. He sits down, plunks their forehead into the table, and makes some noises of intense mixed feelings.

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi returns for one quick moment to request a napkin for the face liquids, pointing out the pile to Bor and Ribbons, then disappearing instantly.  Flop goes the arm.(edited)

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

Ribbons reached over to gently patpat Bivi's back. There there, you poor masochistic fucker.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

Barbor is having a fine ol time,  who knew watching a dream demon's reaction to new hot stuff was so entertaining?  "Are you guys okay??"

NULL - 10/25/2017

"I'm great! Never been better!" As difficult as that was to say, it sounds sincere. He's doing pretty great. "I didn't think the point of eating was to experience extreme levels of pain, but hey! Who am I to complain?"

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

"usually it's to experience extreme levels of pleasure but y'know, whatever floats your boat."

Barbor - 10/25/2017

"both is good! I ate some boiling caramel and that fuckin fun!"

Lunch - 10/25/2017

"It's not, I just thought your reactions would be hilarious.  And I was right!"  Sniggers, then stands and walks back over to the counter.  "Pain, pleasure, same thing.  My nervous signals are fucked to hell anyways.  One last thing to try..."

They grab a bottle of really really spicy cinnamon whiskey and chug.  Not the whole thing, but a few good swallows.  It probably feels GREAT in the mouth that just got tenderized by capcaisin.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

"Hey can you pour some of that into the bowl here? it'd be nice to have this stuff spiked a bit!~"

NULL - 10/25/2017

Bill presses a free hand to the side of their head and tugs at their hair a little. As soon as that whiskey's swallowed he's panting, lolling their tongue with watery, half-lidded eyes and a far off look on their face. This was weird from the start, but he's making it weirder, as he's prone to doing simply by existing at any given point in space and time. "More tingly stuff? That feels warm all the way down. I'm-"(edited)

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi sniggers after he's finished speaking, turning and pouring a little of the whiskey into Bor's tiny swimming pool. "Sure thing, my dude."  They set the bottle down, then that weird look returns as the reins are given back over to Bill.

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

Ribbons looks for something a bit smoother to mix in with soda. Rum and orange soda if she can find it.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

"Thanks!~" Bor stood on a peach boat and slurped up the sweet and spicy mixture. "OOooh man that's yummy~."

Lunch - 10/25/2017

There's some nice Bacardi in the cupboard and Fanta in the fridge for Ribbons!

NULL - 10/25/2017

Bill takes another chug of the whiskey all on his own. He's never been drunk in a human body before, and probably doesn't even recognize that that's where this is leading. Oops. His pupils fizzle for a moment then refocus with a smaller laugh that borders on a giggle.

Barbor - 10/25/2017

the bug lets out a small click while they're considering something, but after a minute of debating it the demon poofed up a bottle of Absinthe on the table. "hey try this too~"

Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017

"oh boy. this oughta be good." She takes a good swig of hers. "oh, Bor, try this. tastes like an orange cream icecream bar."

NULL - 10/25/2017

Bill lets out a sharp gasp! "It's my second favorite color!" He takes Bor's advice, the brilliant dumbass, and has a big swallow of the Absinthe. He likes it so much that he tucks the bottle against their chest. It belongs to him now. All of it.(edited)

Barbor - 10/25/2017

The moment she said orange cream, he was already flying over to ribbons and dipping their head into the cup. They gasped softly in amazement "T-This is great!!"  They dunk their head in again to take another sip

Lunch - 10/25/2017

Kavi groans.  Ew, licorice.  "You're only allowed to drink that one while you're in charge.  Licorice tastes so bad."

[depressedvegetable-blog]

Dreaming

I have been tormented with nightmares for the better part of two years, ever since I went through a very traumatic period in my late teens. Almost every night without fail I have horrifying dreams that utilize every guttural fear I didn't know I had. Seriously I could make horror films about some of these. For example.

I was going down a deserted road in a sir urban neighborhood in a shopping cart when I came across a hill at the edge of the neighborhood, which bordered a swamp. I went down the hill under no control of my own as shopping carts don't have steering wheels, and veered off the road into the wooded area. There was also a very steep drop off where the ground literally disappeared and reappeared 30 feet lower with no angle of decline, just a fucking mini cliff. And of course I fell down it in my shopping cart, as the vines got caught in the wheels and the branches in the trees blinded me. I don't remember hitting the ground.

There was a Russian man like Gru from despicable me(I hate that movie) but like actually evil and grim reaper powers ish. He told me that he knew when my mother would die, and then he set out an outfit for her that she would die in. This would signal to me, who was the only one who could talk to the Russian man, that this was the day my mother would die, as he would not tell me the date precisely. I talked with him in a heated conversation in an attempt to figure out how to stop it, but I could do nothing. The outfit was bumble bee themed, with a striped black and yellow dress with matching socks and various other black and yellow accessories. As I was talking with the Gru Reaper my mother entered the room, unaware of any danger. Then I was forced to clothe my mother in the bumblebee outfit, signaling to me that I had wasted all my time arguing with death and now my mother was about to die but I couldn't tell her(for dream reasons).

This is more recent and probably the most horrific objectively. There was this girl I didn't get along with in school named Amanda and she was a fucking bitch. She was. She made up lies about me and was always being rude for no reason. Anyways, I hadn't thought about her in a long time when I had this dream. In the dream Amanda had gone rabid and was trying to kill everyone in school, as a rabid person does. She would run around with a knife/multiple knives of various styles and sizes trying to kill my schoolmates and myself. I tried over and over to defend myself without hurting her, because although I hate that bitch I wasn't just going to try and kill her if I didn't have to. But I did have to. And I think one of my friends actually did end up hurting her badly or killing her but it turned out she was like an actual demon or something and so she couldn't be killed unless every piece of her body was completely destroyed, think like terminator 2, or the silver metal melty one, whichever one that is. She was like that. So I ended up having to,HAVING TO stab Amanda in the back with her own knife, in the trapezius muscle, around the spine of her left scapula in the upper middle portion of her back. I dragged the knife right so I cut a long line across the top of her back near her neck. I then drug the knife cut around her neck, cutting her Carotid and jugular from the back so I wouldn't have to look at her while she died. I held her head away from me as she thrashed and bled out. I stabbed her several more times to make sure she was dead, and then I chopped her up Hannibal lecter style. I spirilized all of her body into flesh pasta(raw btw) and had to eat it so she wouldn't come back. And she was a big girl so I had to eat A LOT. And I don't eat meat irl so it was hard to deal with that. It tasted texture wise like undercooked butternut squash, which I had eaten a month earlier that had been unpleasant. The flesh pasta had no sauce since I cut her up in school and there was no communal kitchen so I ate it without salt or marinara or anything. I told one of my friends what I did and I gave him and one other unknowing friend the last two pieces of flesh to eat(because dream logic) and the unaware guy ate it just fine but the knowing guy flushed it down the toilet LIKE A FUCKINNG IMBECILE and made all the work and calories I just consumed literally useless. So Amanda regenerated in the sewer and the rush started over. Thanks Todd for throwing out a bite sized piece of human flesh. IT WASNT THAT FUCKIG HARD TODD. GOD.

Next one was scary because of mental issues I personally deal with. There was a monster that takes away your soul when you're most alone(which is almost always when you take a shit) and then incorporates it with all the other souls it's taken and blends you into itself, erasing your identity so you no longer exist, you are only the monster now without a consciousness. Two scary things about this: 1)losing your identity and being aware of your consciousness stripped from you and 2) shirting in front of people. Two very real fears. So I end up shutting in a clothing drawer of mine which still hold clothes because the toilet is under the control of the monster and I hold my friend's hands and look into her eyes as I do so so the monster can't get me, but he does. I feel myself being erased and it was one of the most horrifying things to be aware of your consciousness being erased. Then I became this digital version of myself that was exclusively existing inside a daily talk show. I wore a cobalt blue lace burka. I was angry because the monster made me, the white girl, representing the traditionally Arabic Muslim community. It was a whitewashed cast in my opinion.

I accidentally murdered four people and threw their chopped up corpses into an underground pool with crocodiles and empty suits of armor in it. This came way before Amanda, and I shot these guys with a heavy duty gun which left big holes in their chest. It wasn't good. I'm not pro gun just as an FYI, I feel like I am coming across as psychopathic because of these dreams. PSA I have no control over what happens in them. Interestingly this dream also had a shopping like cart in it too in which I hauled around the dead body pieces, which was also cobalt blue, but larger than a traditional shopping cart and with plastic siding.

A demon monster of an underground school lagoon possessed and killed hundreds of kids. There wasn't much plot there but the monster made all of the possessed kids into marble like statues that she could take control of. It was refreshing to see a female character in my dreams in such a position of power.

My art teacher told me I was too annoying to be worth teaching. I was also told that I have a 49% in my hardest class going into the final. In reality I have a 96% in that hard class and, well, my art teacher may find me annoying, I have a bad habit of talking back to his criticism.

There's more but these are the most poignant in my brain. As I throw this into the empty void of the internet, if anyone wants to hear more of these let me know and I'll post another of these with more. I have plenty of them. It's every night bro.(fuck u Logan Paul)

As always, with disgrace and shame,

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