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thatbanditqueen · 3 months

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A Basic Training Snippet

Life has been very cruel and gotten between me and my favorite pastime... writing delusional scenarios in which I, I mean my original characters, dated Elvis Presley. So I thought for fun I would just share a very short snippet from the chapter of Basic Training I am working on, in which Elvis invites Bess to spend the weekend with him in Waco at the house of his friend, DJ and TV host Eddie Fadal.

This is very rough, I am not sure if it sounds like Elvis, I need to go back through it once I finish the chapter. I haven't even had anyone alpha this. However, I had at one point told @be-my-ally I would participate in the writing prompt "weather" and post Sunday (yesterday) and so this is my very pathetic attempt to just post something that at least mentions weather in passing...

If you want to read or catch up on this WIP you can find it here

“Well, you know I’m mainly a legs and ass man, through and through, but boy oh boy, Bessie is stacked. I tell ya what. Fa sho. I don’t know how it's possible, but they’re even bigger when you got ‘em in ya hands. Why you nodding Lamar, you ain’t ever gotten to second base, quit lyin.”

The rain had stopped by the time Bess opened her eyes again to find the bed empty, though she could still hear the drip drop of water through the hole. There it was, like an inverted nipple in the middle of the new glossy pink wall, a perfect round sphere with layers of drywall caved in around the edges where the firework had shot through. The smell of cigarettes wafted in from outside, along with a set of men's voices. Bess was about to call to them when she heard Elvis say the word “Anita.”

There was laughter, then the sound of slaps and skids along concrete, as if a scuffle had broken out, followed by more laughter.

“Shit, but you’re wrong, Rex, cuz there are really only two types of girls. See, with ‘Nita, she is a good girl, but she puts it all on the table. If I’m happy, she’s happy, that’s all she wants. She let's it all hang out. All I gotta do is look at her and smile and she’s gonesville. But then, then there are the ones who keep it all tied up. You know, you saw it Lamar, when I come down here, Anita was ballin her damn eyes out. Now Bess, Bess’d never let you see her cry. Not if she can halp it. She plays it cool. But when you touch her you can feel her vibrating underneath that ice, jus enough to know her motor's running. And boy, when you get it going, what a motor. When she cries out, man, you know ya really earned it. Know what I mean?"

There was some muffled laughter, and Bess couldn’t quite hear everything, but what she did hear made her face flush a deep crimson red.

“Oh, well I found out last night. I swear, Bess tastes so fresh and sweet, I know I’m the first guy she let touch her.”

“Nah, a college girl?”

“What do you know, huh, lardass? Reckon I been with seventy five, no, I mean a hundred or more girls. Trust me, I know women, that girl spent college with her nose in her books.”

“Now you got your nose in her - OW - what the fuck?”

“I don’t wanna hear you talk bout her like that, got it?”

“But you just -”

“But you just, but you just, just mind ya goddamn manners.”

Bess sat there, unsure if she wanted to keep listening, but as she turned she was distracted by a dark set of eyes staring her from the doorway. She pulled the strap of her nightie up, and smoothed her hair back as she smiled at Janice Fadal.

“Mommy told me not to wake you up, so I’ve just been sitting here waiting. Ready to do my make up again?”

Bess nodded, relaxing as she stood and patted the little girl’s head.

“Sure, just let me get dressed, huh?’

Then Janice’s slick little tongue curved up and licked the bottom of Bess’ wrist.

“I don’t think you taste like ice cream at all. More like salt. “

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more to come, let me know what you think....

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fallenflowersfromgrace · 8 months

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Alright the word vomit that is subject to change off my "Pericles and Jones gain braincells and realize that they are not going to give into the curse and don't blackmail the og Mystery Inc gang" au. I have a summary for that here.

This ended up being really long but it's the whole word vomit of the au of what I got so far.

So let's start with the basics: Why Pericles nopes out of the curse.

Simple. Realized he was being manipulated into joining those who came before him, and saw it as an insult to his intelligence to be manipulated by something smarter than him and refused to play the game. Plus, put his friends over his selfish desires because he realized they were all in danger in a way he didn't want them to be. Which in turn also helps Jones nope out because if the smart parrot of all things is telling you to not go after the curse after the massive amount of disappearances and the way mystery groups were targeted and how nothing good has ever come from people being involved in the curse, it would be a good idea to listen.

What does that mean for the OG Mystery Inc?

Pericles and Jones sat them down, told them for the love of all things under the sun DO NOT go looking into this because it's a curse and you're probably going to end up dead or something much worse. Divine intervention actually got them to listen...might have also been the fact Jones, an adult, and Pericles, someone they trusted, told them for their own safety not to look into it and Pericles even brought the history to the table to prove it. So they pretty much got to continue on with their lives and completely dodge a cursed bullet that would have shot them all at different times in the future. Nobody got black mailed and everyone is okay! ...sorta.

Brad and Judy and the accidental birth of Fred

(Just for context, the OG Gang always struck me as like second year high school when they got blackmailed into leaving so they're like, at this point, in their senior year) I see the OG Gang, at least Brad and Judy, keeping a positive relationship with Jones as he had access to the town's archives and would aid them on mysteries plus Jones may have become like an older brother figure to Brad. And I'll just share this piece from the current wip I am working on to explain what happens. "Brad and Judy had always had good heads on their shoulders. They were both smart and resourceful. They were in a healthy relationship that was seemingly going to follow them out of high school as well. But they were still kids despite both being eighteen but barely seniors. They were young. Really young when Brad had frantically showed up at Jones’ apartment." Aka Judy ended up accidentally pregnant during her final year of high school. Jones finds out first, and is the only one to know for sometime before Cassidy is helping Judy hold her hair back while she's puking out her guts on a near daily basis. Which in turn leads to the rest of the group knowing. Judy and Brad are completely underestimating what having a kid will mean. They are under the delusion that life will resume as normal after the birth of their unborn kid but also certain that they will be able to take care of him despite both of them still being in high school with plans to go into med school right after they graduate. And so, mystery solving is put on the back burner cuz no one wants to risk Judy's (and the baby's) safety. Brad and Judy hang out with Jones a lot more often since they don't have a lot of people in the know about Judy's pregnancy, and besides, Ricky and Cassidy are FINALLY working things out (more on that later) Jones is there when Judy has the baby. Both her and Brad realize at the worst possible time that they are not suitable to be parents, as both of them are still in school, they cannot afford to take care of him, and Judy fears that if they make him stay, he'll hate them in the future because they were too stubborn and too selfish to give him a better chance. Something out there intervenes again. Another wip to explain. “Was there ever a name in mind for him?” Jones wasn’t sure why he asked. Judy and Brad shared a look before Judy let out a soft laugh. “We were going to name him Fred,” Brad explained. “After you,” Judy clarified. And of course, Jones cannot just let these two kids he sees as younger siblings/close friends, just give their kid up to some stranger where his fate is uncertain after they told him they were going to name the baby after him. So Brad and Judy hand custody over to Jones, Jones keeps Fred's name as is because how could he not, and Fred Jones Jr is alive and well in the world. Brad and Judy are noted to be his uncle and aunt and try to be involved as they can (more on that later)

Ricky, Cassidy, and Pericles

Alright. I mentioned earlier that Ricky and Cassidy were starting to figure things out while Brad and Judy had the baby drama going on. the TLDR, without monsters chasing them on a weekly basis, and not having to hang out with the group as a whole as often, they hung out a lot more and got comfortable with each other because of it. Not to say they weren't comfortable before, but in a more "we can exist in each other's space and it isn't so incredibly awkward cuz we're both crushing on each other." Like both of them vibing to Ricky playing his keytar and just doing quality time together. Pericles is noted to have been canonically jealous of Cassidy. Well, since he's not being a selfish terrifying jerkward, he realizes that Ricky is growing up, and he actually has a chance to live now that he might not have had if they continued digging into the curse. Pericles realizes that Cassidy isn't the absolute worse because one, Cassidy makes Ricky happy. And two, if Ricky has to date anyone, Pericles rather it be Cassidy because that is the only person he is willing to share Ricky with.

So What Happens After?

Well, OG Gang grow up. They go to prom. Brad proposes to Judy. She says yes. They graduate. Cassidy is valedictorian. Brad and Judy get married in the summer before Mystery Inc finally comes to an end. As much as they loved Crystal Cove and all its unanswered questions, the young adults had to ask themselves who they were without it and wanted to find out. Brad and Judy go out of state to go to med school and study to become doctors. And may nor may not create a trap hustle on the side due to their coping methods of stress which is to build traps. Cassidy was prompted by Pericles to go into engineering, she refused and perused her passions now that she had the freedom to do so. And it is terrifying but incredibly badass. Ricky was going to go in as a journalist, changed majors and went into business. Ricky and Cassidy are not married yet. They talked about it, and had made off hand comments but they're fine where they're at. Timing is an issue again. Besides, they're happy and married in all the other ways but legally. (Maybe also cuz I wanted to get the Scooby Gang involved in the wedding party lol) Pericles, who has tagged along with Ricky and Cassidy to keep an eye on them, is glad that everyone left because that means the curse has less of reach to corrupt his friends. Fred grows up with Jones. But also an extended family in the form of the OG Gang. They try and visit for every winter break and birthday. Brad and Judy call every weekend. Cassidy and Ricky send him gifts in the mail. And Pericles be sending picture books. Fred end ups not having a lot of friends his first few years of school. He talks too much about traps and that's because when he was five, Brand and Judy had brought home a prototype net launcher that Fred found so cool he wanted to replicate it and that spawned his love of traps. It isn't until he's seven do Ricky and Cassidy move back home, with Ricky getting ownership of Destroido (it's debatable if he'll try and push for clean energy but considering the entity is still sorta alive and kicking, probably not) and Cassidy getting the K-Ghoul radio station, Brad and Judy confess that they're his parents, and he meet and befriends Shaggy and Velma, but Velma is more of his bestie in his early elem days since she's the only one who sorta understand trap talk and he understands part of her science talks since if it falls under physics, they're speaking similar languages in different fonts.

The rest of WIP that is subject to change

Brad and Judy move back when Fred is nine (they live near the high school and Fred splits his time between their house and Jones' but is usually more with Jones since his parents are usually busy and they don't want to neglect him) and Pericles is rightfully paranoid because his friends are all back in a place where something very evil and cursed is trying to get to them so he is on high alert. But, Pericles was somewhat cautious upon meeting Velma (when Fred was seven) because if Fred is the Brad/Judy spawn, Velma is the really smart friend in a sense that reminds him a little too much of Cassidy, and he's starting to worry about the curse slowly coming around the bend. But stuff should be fine...hopefully. Fred ends up having Daphne in his class when he's ten and she befriends him and he introduces her to Velma and Shaggy. And fifth grade is when Pericles nearly has a heart attack. Because now that Fred is older, he brings his friends around a lot more since Velma's mom is used to her always being at Fred's house (or the radio station when Jones can't watch them even tho Brad and Judy live nearby, they are still busy with med school), Shaggy is often forgotten to be picked up by his parents and catches a ride with Fred's dad (or sometimes Cassidy (who has become an established figure in the kid's lives as has Ricky and Pericles since they're always around Fred)) and Daphne doesn't have enough attention on her at home and hates being in the house when her parents are always so focused on her perfect sisters and here she can just be herself with her friends. Pericles is seeing the dots connect and he is paranoid. The Brad, Fred. The Judy, Daphne. The Cassidy, Velma. And the Ricky, Shaggy. He's pointed this out to his friends and they all do take notice but hope that it goes away. But it's fine. It is all totally fine. Even if the kids talk about Shaggy's dog, Scooby, that has an appetite as big as he does and likes watching movies and that they all really want to meet Scooby. But kids are full of imagination. Pericles has seen them turn a couch into a pirate ship. Has witnessed them saying that the animal heads on the wall were fantasy creatures that were going to kill them in their sleep. Made up a rumor about the forest around K-Ghoul was haunted and snatches children in the middle of the night. So he takes it all with a grain of salt when they mention things of Scooby talking. Until one day Shaggy delays the group on their way to Jone's house since he asked if he could bring his dog along since his parents don't want to be taking care of his dog when he isn't home. Pericles finds out three interesting things. One, Scooby talks. Two, the kids were not lying. Three, there are four kids, a talking animal, and that means that the curse is trying to take effect. It all hits the fan when the kids end up solving their first mystery fresh into middle school.

There's like a lot more mini details but this is like the basics lol

@sillydeafwitch

#sdmi #scooby doo mystery incorporated

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w0w0zella · 7 months

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um hello!!! im gonna be making a. bugbo murderstuck au Masterpost of sorts! I guess! ill format it like a q&a but im making up some of these questions myself. So lets get into it :3

this is a really long post! b careful :3

"what is murderstuck?" murderstuck is a Bugbo AU that made/am making (complicated wip status lol)! its a story that takes place a month and a bit after the events of familiar foe. Very long story short, gerbo ends up getting killed (on accident), joe then kills bugbo (On purpose) and joe seeks out thomas flyswatter for help. i have a post here that goes more into the story if you'd like to see it! vvv https://www.tumblr.com/w0w0zella/728157783124574208/ill-post-these-together-awawy-from-the-rest-of-the?source=share

currently it is a well defined plot line that i and a couple other people have made art for,, and a work in progress fanfiction!

"why is it called "murderstuck"?"

murderstuck is actually (Believe it or not lol) a Homestuck thing! murderstuck is a specific part in act 5 act 2 of homestuck where one character kills someone and then someone else kills THEM, so i was like Fuck yeah that makes total sense for this au. In all honesty, i just called it that cuz i needed a name to jump back to in discord for easy finding and it. Stuck i guess GIGGLES lol.

i am currently. Semi looking for new name suggestions! so if anyone has any ideas !!! Tell me !! Please !! I have No idea!! ((by the way, because murderstuck is already technically a thing, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by all the homestuck art :3

(question by geluga on discord) "where did joe get his cleaver ? is it the same way he just happened to have an axe in episode 2 or is it from something else?"

yeah no i didnt really think out him having a meat cleaver lol. lets say thaat. umm. He got it becuase he was preparing bugbo a Yummy Meal (Steak is his Favourite or some shit idk) !!!

i do NOT rmember why i gave him a meat cleaver aswell. If you want a Good answer, the reason i gave him a meat cleaver and not his Trusty Axe is because his axe would have been far too dull and bulky to slit bugbos throat. if you want the TRUE answer Its because i forgot he had an axe at all and thought the meat cleaver would look cool

(question by onyx on discord) "did gj feel bad after The thing or did he feel like totally justified"

AMAZING QUESTION !!!! Gradient Joe feels EXTREME remorse. of course when he looks back on it he knows why he did it, but if we're being completely honest; bugbo was immobilized. he did not need to kill bugbo. if he had killed him while bugbo was choking him, that would be a different story. but he killed him while he was backed up into a tree, immobilized and begging for his life.

he feels extremely bad ! Very extremely bad!

(question from ANON in my ASK BOX) "DUDE I LOVE YOUR AU SM RAUGHHHHH also question uhh where is hoppo in the au? we havent really heard about her"

So. During the events of this au. she is. away. like she usually is. Dont really know where! Shopping at grocery market. back at war. lost at sea. you decide. (More info on hoppo in the next question

(question by kets on discord) "uuhhmmmm what is the absolute WORST ending this au could have realistically?????????? like if it didn't end whene thomas was ocmforting joe idk :3333333"

OKAY i coudl see this one of a couple ways. First way is, bugbo wins. bugbo succeeds in choking joe to death, And now he is alone (til hoppo gets back) i said this one first cuz its probably not the worst possible thing, but i think it would be pretty terrible!

second worst would be if Joe waited for hoppo to come back instead of going to thomas for help. In my humble opinion, i think that hoppo is very stubborn and VERY loyal. so. (to me at least) it stands to reason that if hoppo came back, she would side with bugbo VERY hard. she would probably fucking hate joes guts, and that would be the worst thing for him after everything he already went through. Maybe they would Fight too idk…

Very first worst would be if joe just straight up killed himself after killing bugbo. I could see this as a thing he contemplated, but if he actually went through with it? Oh my god Fucking imagine. all of there corpses there for hoppo to find when she comes back. Thomas rotting away in his lair without anyone to talk to (and without knowledge of bugbos death) for years? Devastating.

other notable endings include Joe OR bugbo Killing themselves directly after gerbos death, hoppo ending up killing joe out of anger when she comes back, Or (In a silly alternate universe that We made on Disc Ord…) bugbo comes BACK to life and DRAGS himself to go kill joe HIMSELF!!!!!!

(question by DEMO on DISCORD) "is gradient joe book smart or money smart" i am going to kill myself and its your fault i think. never speak to me again (Joke)

NOTABLE INFORMATION:

as stated before, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by Homestuck stuff !! i want to see all of your art and things!! Thank you!!

you are ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED to make stuff surrounding this au! Please Please Show It To Me!!!

if you are drawing During Fight or. During Murdering bugbo or joe, here are some things to note! - bugbo attempts to choke joe to death during a part in the fight, and he almost succeds! This causes Permanent scarring on gradient joes neck, and scratch marks all over bugbos arms from joe clawing at them!!!

- joe ends the fight with his shirt partially open and his tie missing!

- joe breaks bugbos right leg! there is a noticable gash on his inner right knee!

- joe kills bugbo by slitting his throat with a meat cleaver!- after joe is done, he drags bugbos body over to where gerbo died! (he was crushed by the fallen Stone Structure!)

thank you all so much for the love and support with this au It means so much to me. thank you from the botom of my hart. IF YOU HAVE ANY COOL IDEAS, MORE QUESTIONS, OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA SHOW/TELL ME, MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!!

#bugbo #bugbo series #bugbo murderstuck #bugbo murderstuck au #bugbo bensilly #bugbo au #gerbo #gradient joe #thomas flyswatter #hoppo #bugbo gerbo #bugbo gradient joe #bugbo thomas flyswatter #bugbo hoppo #THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH #rambles

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cannibal-wings · 2 months

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Another WIP Wednesday for You Pay the Cost It's fun writing enough to actually have shit to share. I'm at 14K words so far for this chapter. Almost done, update incoming in the next few days... I can feel it. Anyways enjoy some bits!

Ok have some parts from the cabin fight (this whole fight sequence is like 5k words so there's a lot, I'm just gonna share one or two chunks)

First bit:

“Alright my American friend, lets get this party started!” Luis tossed a box of handgun ammo Leon’s way. He had no way of knowing that Leon had just restocked his own supply. “It’s the two of us verses a mob of them.” Leon put the extra ammo away and moved to block off a ground floor window with a bookcase. “And lets not forget, that mob out there is made up of monsters.”

Leon rolled his eyes and grunted as he finished blocking the window off. He pointed at his own face and shook his head. Luis only laughed and said, “Lighten up Cowboy, present company is excluded from the monster remark.”

Leon was able to croak out a, “Thanks.” He hoped it sounded sarcastic enough. The group of villagers were fast approaching but they still had a few precious seconds to prepare. It appeared as if whoever lived here was in the middle of repairs, there was a hammer, saw, boards and a few nails lying on one of the tables. Leon scooped them up and started to board up another of the ground floor windows.

“Oh, clever. I never would have thought of that,” Luis said and helped him hold a board steady. “You really do think better on your feet huh?” Leon grunted. “I can see the gears turning in there. Which is good, I was worried you’d wake up like them.”

Leon paused; his hammer still raised. “Wha?” He frowned and felt bottom outer jaw move down with the motion. Talking was going to take some major adjusting to.

“There’s an aspect of mind control to what you have, it’s why the villagers act like one big hive, controlled by a queen, or in this case, king. I was worried you would wake up under their thrall.” He shouldn’t have said that, he could tell that Leon was getting distracted. He tapped his knuckles on Leon’s arm and said, “Hey keep your head in the game, amigo. I need you in the now.” Leon shook his head and finished nailing the last of the boards up.

They both backed away from the window they secured. “Well,” Luis said, “are you ready? Do your stretches? Cuz here they come!”

Leon sighed and readied his gun. “Shuddup woul’ you?”

“Sorry, what was that, Leon?”

He flicked him off and moved to stand by the staircase. From that angle he could see the window and the stairs. The mob outside had begun to ram the door and the window blocked by the bookcase. The bookcase would go first, Leon guessed. His back was to it, but Luis was covering that side of the bottom floor.

The bookcase was wobbling, he could hear it shift back and forth. But then he heard something else, the radio. He turned around for a second and caught Luis fiddling with the small radio cassette player that was on one of the tables. “Enough of that,” Luis said turning off the start of a religious broadcast. He flipped a cassette in and hit play. “There we go! That’s more like it! Now we can start!”

Flamenco music drifted in, loudly. Leon turned back to the window. “Unbelievable,” he thought. At least the beat was snappy, if he could hear it under the gunfire. He’d even consider it decent enough to die to. The bookcase fell behind him and Luis opened fire.

The glass shattered in front of Leon and people began to pour in. They hardly let each other through, bodies spilling over the opening. Leon took a deep breath and readied himself. Then he started to fire.

Sometimes, at the range, he would let himself slip into something that felt far less human and way more mechanical. He stopped seeing the targets as people, they were just things to point a gun at. If he didn’t see them as human, he could take them out in rapid succession. Just point and shoot, it was that simple. If the T-Virus victims weren’t people, then it wasn’t murder. If these townsfolk weren’t human anymore, then he wouldn’t beat himself up at night over this. That’s how it had to work. Or he’d never be able to look in a mirror again. He could feel himself slip into that mindset.

When he got like this, it was like having tunnel vision, just his aim, just the feeling of lining up a shot and taking it. One by one he downed the villagers as they streamed in through the window. He saw nothing else. Behind him might as well have been a world away. One, two, three, four, miss, six, seven, eight, twice for that one, eject the magazine, slide a new one home. Start over. One, two, that one was a worm, three, four, five, all into the head, six, miss, eight, nine, kick, ten. Reload, back up. Start over.

Luis was holding his ground, he didn’t consider himself a fighter, but he wasn’t a stranger to a gun. But he took a moment to glace Leon’s way. He had been relentlessly firing, one shot after another, easily double what he had done in the same amount of time. He needed to check to see if the other man was panicked and just firing wildly. But he wasn’t.

Luis had never seen a more focused person than Leon in that moment. The emotion seemed drained from his face, just hard, cold eyes that moved with each new person that stumbled through the window. He decided that he didn’t need to worry about Leon. In fact, Leon could probably take the whole mob out on his own with just his conviction. He should instead, be worried about himself.

And Second Bit

Leon heard Luis call his name from the first floor. He was shouting loud over the resumed gunfire and yelling from the townsfolk. From the sound of it, it was urgent. Leon left his spot on the deck and made for the staircase. He was halfway down it when he stopped. “Uh oh.”

Luis was surrounded, but that wasn’t what his first concern was about. There was another of those bull headed men. Maybe the same one, Leon couldn’t tell. He didn’t exactly see the one in the square go down for good before he rushed to save Ashley. He didn’t recall seeing its corpse among the bodies either.

“Hey,” Luis called, “can you take the big guy? I’m a little busy!”

It didn’t seem like Leon had a choice, because as soon as the man spotted him, he charged. Leon was smart enough to know when to back up and get some distance, this was one of those times. He sprinted back up the stairs and stood between the two windows. Another ladder had been raised but Leon just didn’t have time for that. He shoved it back and swore the next time they tried he’d take a hatchet to the closest rungs.

The bull made it to the top of the stairs and paused. He seemed to be considering just how much of a threat Leon could be. He hefted the hammer up and stalked forward. Leon held his ground. So far he had tried shooting him, sticking a knife in his throat, and going straight for the heart. If this was the same man, he was proving to be functionally immortal. Maybe the goal here wasn’t to go for a kill, but focus on incapacitation so they could deal with the others before he got back up.

With that in mind he drew the Red9. He’d need the extra firepower and his SG seemed to just bounce off of this guy. The bull seemed to eat shotgun slugs so he knew he’d shake off the 9mm rounds, however he didn’t need to maim right now, just incite. Leon quickly attached the stock and raised the gun up to fire. He only had eight shots with the Red9 and he knew right where to put them. The first shot hit the bull in the left shoulder, then Leon went for two in the right knee. The bull dropped to the ground and Leon ran in for a swift kick.

Leon was stronger now, more confident on his new legs. The impact sent the bull stumbling back down the stairs. It was only a few moments before he was back up the stairs and mad. Which was just what Leon wanted. The bull charged and Leon easily moved out of the way. He took a potshot at the bull’s back, which got him to spin and swing too wide at Leon. He put another bullet in the bull’s arm, this time the right one, the one holding the hammer. The bull lost his grip only slightly, he bellowed with rage and charged forward.

The hammer was deadly, Leon was still dealing with the aftermath of getting hit by it before. He couldn’t allow himself to be struck again, he wasn’t sure if he could recover from anymore broken bones. And while his carapace was strong, he didn’t want to test just how strong by blocking a full on hit from this man who was closer to a beast.

Leon provoked the bull to charge again, this time he stepped out of the way with the hope that the man would charge onto the outside deck and Leon could get some good hits, but the man was learning. He knew that Leon was against the wall, and the only way to dodge would be to his left, towards the open space in the room. So mid charge the bull switched hands with the hammer and knocked Leon to the floor with his arm.

He hadn’t expected this and found himself looking up at the bottom of the hammer that was coming straight down on his head. Leon had a fraction of a second to roll out of the way, the hammer smashing down where his skull was. He scrambled to his feet and backed away. That was sloppy of him, another mistake like that and he could be dead.

Leon put the Red9 away. Getting the bull to charge wasn’t a strategy he could use reliably anymore. He had to play this smarter. The two ended up circling each other, like wild animals. The bull knew that Leon was deadly up close, but he also knew that he had to get through his hammer to do that. And he knew that Leon was very, very, wary of that hammer.

Every few steps the bull would mock charge, or bluff a swing with the hammer. Leon would jump back and hiss, his jaws spreading wide apart. A threat display that didn’t seem to work on the bull at all. Maybe because he knew just how much bigger and stronger, he was than his opponent.

It was on their second circle that Leon finalized his plan. He started to step closer, slow, steady, his eyes never left the bull. He had just passed the first window, moving clockwise, bull was across from him, near to the deck. He needed him to be closer to the railing to the bottom floor. He hissed again, really trying to play up the monster angle, he needed everything he could get. This time it was Leon who charged, not straight for him, but in an arc, he was trying to drive the bull further to the right.

He didn’t pull a gun, he wanted it to look like he was moving in to attack with his claws, to jump on him or try for the knife. The bull roared an answering challenge and stepped to the side. He readied his hammer. Leon kept going, he’d have one shot at this. The bull swung the hammer out, he was quick but Leon was quicker. Leon slid on the floor, the rough wood wasn’t ideal but at the speed Leon was moving, it hardly mattered. He went under the hammer and then pushed off the ground. He landed a solid kick, with both legs and sent the bull stumbling back, not quite to the ledge. Leon recovered and backed off just enough to grab his shotgun.

He stayed kneeling but shouldered it. Before the bull could react, Leon put two slugs in his legs. The bull cried out and staggered back. Leon fired one more time for good measure and the bull was off balance, wobbling just close enough to the break in the railing for Leon to get a good shove in.

He kicked him one more time, sending a foot claw through his chest like before. The man fell backwards to the floor below. He landed with a heavy thud. The hammer left behind on the second floor. Leon wasted no time and moved to phase two of his plan. He pulled his knife and jumped after the bull who was still on the ground below, at the foot of the staircase. He landed on him hard, both feet on his chest. Something deep in the bull snapped, and he hoped it was his spine. Then he drew the knife across the bull’s throat, deep. The man gurgled then went limp under Leon’s body.

He relaxed for a just moment, pulled his knife out and was rewarded with a shovel to the back. He fell forward just a bit, his face getting too close to the skinned bull face mask for comfort. Leon was quick to recover from the blow and turned around to yank the shovel from the man’s hands. When he did he saw just how overrun the bottom floor had become.

ok and lets see here... lets do another silly bit.

He spotted a small shack up ahead. There wasn’t any sound of movement from inside, but even so, Leon was cautious when he opened the door and did a quick sweep. It looked like it was just used as rest area. There was a single bench and a small table by a window. He motioned for Ashley to follow him inside. They both shook off some of the rain on them before Leon reached up to his earpiece.

He hesitated for just a moment, but Ashley gave him an encouraging nod. He tapped it and said, “Condor One to Roost, come in Roost.”

“Condor One?”

“Sorry about before, the extraction point got a little… hectic,” he settled on. “Didn’t have time to chat.”

“What’s your situation now? Still there?”

“Negative,” Leon said, “it was too dangerous, we had to move. We’re a little to the north of it, moving back towards the village. We’ll need a new extraction point ASAP.”

“Well I got bad news Condor One, we can’t land any choppers in this weather, it’s too dangerous to even attempt an approach. You’ll need to hold out while the weather clears.” Before Leon could say anything, she continued, “The bad news doesn’t stop there. You were denied additional ground support.”

Leon swore and muttered, “Figures.”

“They were confident in your abilities to navigate the situation successfully.”

Leon leaned against the wall and groaned. “Of course they are.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered, even if it was approved, we wouldn’t be able to get any help to you. We don’t have anyone close enough to drive and the weather makes an air drop impossible. You’re on your own for this one.”

“And the BSAA?”

“Waiting on correspondence. I sent out a communication thread about an hour ago. Haven’t heard back. I’ll update you when I do. They’ll most likely want to talk to you after you’re off site. I hate questioning you, but you’re certain it’s a bio weapon threat?”

Leon looked at his hands and said, “Yeah, positive. I have more information though; you can pass this on to the BSAA when they get back to you. It’s parasitic, they call it Las Plagas, they’re worms. Method of spread is injection of eggs into the bloodstream. The infected form a sort of hivemind, they’re extremely aggressive towards outsiders.”

“Understood, I’ll add that to our intel. How’s Baby Eagle?”

“Baby Eagle is fine, no worse for wear.” He glanced over at her and she gave a thumbs up. “She’s a tough one, that’s for sure.”

“And you?”

“I’m also fine,” he lied. “Never better.” He saw Ashley change her thumbs up to a thumbs down. Leon flared his mandibles out. She just rolled her eyes. He swore he heard her whisper “coward”.

Hunnigan’s voiced seemed less tense when she said, “Good to hear. I’ll be in contact when we establish a new extraction point. Stay safe out there, Condor One, Roost out.”

Ashley stretched her arms up while Leon sat next to her on the bench. “Hey, shouldn’t your codename be something like “Mantis One” now?” She caught another giggle. “Cricket One to Hive, come in-”

“Ashley…”

“I still get to be Baby Eagle.”

He smirked behind his outer jaws and said, “I don’t know about that.” He then went really quiet and squinted his eyes. “I think I see some antenna coming in.” He pointed a claw just above her hairline. “Right there. Maybe you’ll be Baby Bee instead?”

“What?” Her hands flew to her hair and searched under them. When she looked back over Leon was huffing a silent laugh, his bottom pedipalps moving in and out. “Leon that’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” he said back. “Your face. Your hands went up there so fast.”

She crossed her arms across her chest and said, “Well yeah, I don’t exactly want to end up looking like you, cricket man.”

“I don’t look like a cricket,” Leon said back. “Probably. I haven’t actually gotten to look at myself yet. Surely I look more intimidating than a cricket.”

“Luis said he thought he knew what you were turning into. I wonder what it is? Should have asked him.”

“Yeah, well I was having issues talking at that moment, it wasn’t high on my list.” He let himself relax just a bit. “I was trying really hard not to have a breakdown. I should definitely get a raise after this.”

“I’ll advocate for you,” she said. “You should get two raises.”

“And a vacation.”

“And a vacation you’re right.”

“Just not to Spain,” Leon laughed. “Though I hear the parts that aren’t infested with a parasite cult are supposed to be quite nice.”

There we go, hope that's enough for y'all to chew on for a bit while I finish up the chapter and edits.

#WIP Wednesday #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 4 #Plaga Leon AU #Leon Kennedy #Ashley Graham

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pocket-lin · 3 months

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9 and 10 for the fandom asks!

hi!! thank you!! I apologize if the formatting is weird for this, I wrote half of it on my phone notes app the the rest on the Tumblr site and also I just generally don't know how to do things hahah

(i'm focussing on the sandman cuz I think that’s the biggest fandom we share!!)

9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

so dreamling is my ultimate sandman ship, BUT. two other ones I love are:

dream/hob/corinthian aka hobrintheus. everyone go read @softest-punk’s fic self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof !! hob humanizing the corinthian (calling him cori), the corinthian being so genuinely in love with hob, dream being being so very dream about the situation… pure excellence. I have a handful of other fics I can rec for this ship, too!!

dream/hob/daniel. this is 10000000% @moorishflower’s fault because their Beautiful, Strange and New series is fucking unparalleled (tbh everything they write is like a drug to me). the main fic was so incredibly fun to read while it was a wip!!! especially when the story gets to that part (ifkyk).

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

okay this question is so hard to answer because I’ve only got back into any fandom in 2022 (long and kinda sad story) and I haven’t quite gotten up the gumption to talk to many people outside of commenting on fics. so!! I’m just gonna shoutout some more fics I love from the people I talked about in the other answer!

here’s a few more @softest-punk fics that I recommend, especially if you like alternate universes, a hopelessly-in-love hob, and support the Trans Agenda:

Catching Up - human/no powers au with alternating pov. all that post-fishbowl trauma goodness with an incredibly sweet hob who just wants to take care of his dear friend (who he is also hopelessly in love with but that's nbd)

Falling - another human/no powers au! strangers to friends to lovers story with extremely hot sex. i'm remembering how much I love this one and I'm about to go reread it!!

Half sleep, half waking- this is one of their most recents fics and it's a rivers of london crossover!! 1989 fishbowl rescue au (alternating hob and nightingale pov) where hob enlists the help of his friend (and ex-lover) dci nightingale to figure out why his oldest friend (who he is hopelessly in love with) missed their centennial meeting. I love hob's whole "thing" in this one–I have a personal head canon that he would absolutely have all kinds of rizz with the potentially less than human and/or immortal components of the world.

here's some more @moorishflower fics I recommend, especially if you like alternate universes, delicious angst, and extremely well thought out world-building! I don't know the best way to word this (fiction writing isn't my strong suit), but the way that this author describes things makes me go insane. they know exactly how to describe how things taste/smell/feel and it just completely transports me into the story.

iron, glass, bones, blood - monster4monster, love but the kind of love where you want to pin them to a board like a butterfly and find out what their blood looks like under a microscope, kink as a way to reclaim trauma... I literally cannot tell you how many times I've read this fic. it feels like it was pulled from the very depths of my subconscious.

On sexual dimorphism in C. urophasianus - (if you know me irl, no you don't) very lighthearted, non-traditional a/b/o, omegas are very empowered. they've only been together one week and it's still very new between them and now dream has to "court" hob because of his instincts going all crazy. very, very sweet!!

17th Century Knife Restoration - this fic made me cryyyyyy. hob watching a restoration video on YouTube and uh oh its his knife and uh oh now he has many feelings. to be loved is to be known, and also to be changed 💜

also their Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs series' most recent fic, Basic Needs, is currently posting and is making ME have many feelings!! check this one out if you want mutual pining of the most desperate nature, down and out dream and caretaker hob (oh and hob has a gigantic dick and dream is obsessed with it)

#fandom asks #ask games #fic recs #I've never done fic recs before #do we like this?#the sandman #dreamling

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strawberrygrapesandcherry · 5 months

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(Current wip for chapter 3 of the red means I love you. Hope y’all like it. Let me know what y’all think, if you want to that is. Anyways, enjoy these idiots)

“You know if you keep making me drive you to places, you’re going to need to start chipping in for gas,” Theo says while he looks to his right at the annoying beta in his passenger seat.

“This is only like the third time I’ve asked you,” Liam argues back.

“This week. That’s how many times you’ve asked me this week,” Theo corrects while both his eyebrows rise higher up his forehead. “Actually it’s in the last three days.”

In Liam’s defence, his parents couldn’t pick him up after lacrosse that week so why would he take the bus when he knows the chimera would pick him up. He could also argue that he doesn’t make Theo do anything. He only asks, so it’s’ not like he’s holding him at gun point.

“Okay but it still isn’t that much, and most of the time you’ve just driven me to where we needed to go.”

Theo chuckles at this. “You’re quite the freeloader aren’t you?”

“Well does it even count if we’re going to the same place? Because technically the car doesn’t care how many of us are in it.” He might actually have a point on that because it’s not like he’s asking Theo to drive him to the mall or something. They have a pack meeting to attend and while Theo was cautious about going because he’s not pack, Liam had insisted. That and Argent who was arguably more terrifying than Liam could ever be.

“Still treating me like a chauffeur Liam,” he points out, and he knows he’s right when Liam levels him an unimpressed look.

“Okay but you have to admit you like my company.” Now Liam’s face was over taken by a small gotcha kind of smile.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because if you really wanted me gone you would have done it by now and I wouldn’t be in the car.” Again, Liam might have a point here, but Theo is more likely to accept Malia beating him to death, than the implication that he enjoys being around people. Especially Liam.

“Is that so? What if I just pullover now and drop you on the side of the road?”

Okay, that actually makes Liam scoff in disbelief. “You won’t,” he says in absolute confidence.

“You wanna test me on that?” Theo quips while raising one brow.

“Maybe I do."

Now its Theo’s turn to scoff because he knows Liam has him backed up. It was obvious from the moment he suggested kicking Liam out that it would never work. Even now he can’t get himself to chase Liam away.

“You’re lucky we actually have to go to the station right now,” Theo says while hoping to establish that he is not surrendering. Liam is wrong.

“Yeah right, cuz that’s the only reason,” Liam teases.

“It is.”

“Nuh uh,” Liam counters in mocking tone as he smiles all smug and slowly nods his head.

“Liam are you serious? Fuck do you mean nuh uh, what are you a child?”

“For the love of god, I cannot listen to you two anymore.” Poor Mason has been sitting there— and Corey but he’s been quiet— listening to these two goons going and fourth with their bickering. He should really make a note of not sharing a ride with them ever again.

(Ahhhh I’m so excited to finish the next chapter!!!!!)

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam fanfic #ao3 fanfic #i love these idiots #Theo has no backbone and can’t say no to Liam #Thiam wip

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keigelic · 2 months

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GUYSSSSSS

ok ok so I’m putting a cut cuz this is just me fangirling over Pastel so if u don’t want to be spoiled for the wip video here it is:

youtube

watch it pls

n e who onto the fangirling sesh

what if. I was insane. what if I was LOCO. GODDDDDD SHES SO BADASSSSS I CANT EVEN 🥹🥹 I LOVE THE ANALOG FEEL LIKE HELLLOOOO

shivers and sobs I love 1 too she makes me happy but she makes me so sad too like WAAAAA SHE WAS SO HAPPYY THATSS NOT FAIR :(((((

SHE SO CUTIE PATOOTIE alsoo the new Jessica n Valentina content is awesome too i love wemen veryy much

not Pastel but I like Jade too :))))) she’s sweeties

damnn girl you cry with those eyes ahahahaa dies

SHESS SO MAJESTIC UGHHHH /POS i wish i was that rose- I SAID UR GROSS /ref

bro bro bro opportunity to share hc that Pastel needs to flap her hands whenever she feels upset or uneasy but she gets embarrassed doing it around ppl she don’t know so she kinda just fidgets with her hands instead to cope </3

small Pastel for the soul. la chiquita

I REMEMBERR SEEING THIS GETTING DRAWN ON STREAMM (one that I was unfortunately late to womp womp) her facee bro HER FACEEEE I need to squish

Pastel with her hair up lives rent free in my head always

THAT IS ENOUGHHHHHH WHYYY WHY EUGHHHHHDIESS AGAIN ITSS NOT FAIRR

so majestic n for what…… eyelashes on fleek too good GRIEF!!!!!!

she said O^O

I’m not normal. I’m not beating the abnormality allegations.

SHE ATE SO WELL IN THIS OUTFIT UGHHHHH

ok I’m done there was like so much more I would’ve freaked tf out abt but I’d be here all day </333 I’m sorry for fangirling it will happen again

#quartelz #shadows colours #pastel lilium #no remorse fangirl sesh #becuz fuck u #I love pastel #cries obnoxiously loud #watch the video btw #NOW #Youtube

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yuusaris · 5 months

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@rochelle-echidna showed up in the thief king bakura tag cuz I follow it, doing a "post a couple paragraphs of your WIP" share-a-thon thing and said anyone who sees it could do it and I saw it and I wanna do it, I wanna I wanna I wannaaaaa!!!!!

tagging @millenniumringg, @justapalspal @nightingalejune and @ladymdc and anyone else who just wanna wanna wanna like meeeeeee

I'm obvs gunna do a few of these, obviously. I have too many WIP's not to share. I'm gunna do my lmk ones first, then the ygo's and I'll end on a very delayed WIP for rvb, mmkay? mmkay.

--[Unnamed]--

(Context: My last dump was to make way for this - a whole new plot and direction for a fic whose name doesn't suit it right now and is thus unrtitled - the idea is... well, honestly, this is almost all of the first chapter, so, it'll speak for itself.)

“Like a…bri-- a- a wife?” Macaque’s brow furrows. “You want to get married? You.”

“What’s that tone? I could get married if I want!” Wukong spits. “If I even want a queen - I mean, it’s not like we even need one.”

“Then why are you thinking about it?”

Wukong groans, “Well, everyone else’s got one!” and deflates at his status - the odd-king-out. “Bull’s totally gunna marry Jade Face, Peng and Tusk are saddled up, King of Confusion’s just got that new thing on his arm, even White Snake snagged herself some human to mack on-- Not that it matters!” Wukong defends - no, declares, because it is a fact. “Cuz I don’t need one just cuz everyone else is doing it, just - why’s everyone dipping on party time because of some spouse, what’s so important about them? Am I missing something here?”

“If you have to ask, you’re probably not ready for that kind of relationship--”

“Relationship, shmelationship, what’s that gotta do with anything?!” Wukong, just as he finishes, decides he doesn’t like the look on Macaque’s face either. “Y’know, for my right hand man, you’re not bein’ too helpful right now.”

--[Almost And Enough]---

(Context: My S4 Wukong In The Broken Scroll fic I've been working on sinceeeeee fffffuck, whenever it was S4 came out. I've been working on this all year and Chapter 1 IS done, but I want to finish the fic before I post. Either way, we've got a Wukong - currently not Wukong and therefore Monkey -deciding to share his Secret, that being, he's going to leave to find immortality. And he picks a very particular person to share it with first...) The Macaque looks to the sky, the trees, the fruits - as long as it’s not as his King. “The others should know.” Is his only, halting, response.

Monkey shrugs, shoulders hiking then rolling back in a way he hopes is cool. “I wanted to tell you first.”

“Why?” The Macaque asks with a dismissal that’s purely performative. “We’re not close just because we’re part of the same troop - We’re almost strangers, we’ve never even talked.”

Lies are sort of like secrets--

“You should tell the other mountain troops to merge with ours.” Monkey had suggested. “It makes no sense for us to hoard the cave when there’s others who need the shelter too!”

“I can do that,” replied the monkey, a macaque with three round ears to each side of his head. His face was a wild splatter of red with exciting flares, more extravagant than the smooth curves of Monkey’s peach-pink patch. “You’re King now, so...”

--but much less fun.

“Well, ‘almost’ isn't a stranger, is it?” Monkey grins when he finds a stick in the ground - almost a branch but just shy of earning the title. Absently, he answers as he slings it over one shoulder, “Besiiiides, us not talking is as much on me as it is you so, this is me breaking the ice and you being forgiven for not trying.”

--[My Poltergeist Is Dead And Everything Is Worse Now]--

(Context: a trauma-release fic I've been writing while mourning my cat. Weirdly took on life with sections named after bits of Bojack's eulogy for his mother. It's a funeral, taking place within the Milleniaum...Cube? Cube. Plana Cube, after Ryou got ousted from the movie by the Cube. If Joey went to a place no one remembers him, Ryou went to a surrealist funeral, where he'll be around all the people he lost, with a big focus on the Spirit of the Ring. His family is written in past tense because they have passed away and this cannot be undone or forgotten)

He sits at the pew, next to his mother, with his sister crawling into his lap. The Spirit sits behind him, and toys with Ryou’s hair, drawn back as respectably as a boy with long hair can manage. Ryou shakes his head to shake the hand off, but only succeeds in garnering Amane’s infant hands instead.

“It doesn’t make sense, him being gone.”

Ryou listens to her speak, his eyes on the casket.

“It doesn’t feel real.”

Ryou looks to his side. His mother’s head was bowed, not looking at the coffin. Her stiff body and closed eyes unnerve him from her seat. In a rhythm, she took one long breath, exhaling, and each after became smaller and smaller. In a moment, she didn’t seem to breathe at all - Ryou checks for her chest to rise wide again, and ends up staring instead.

“Did you love him?” Ryou asks her, a thing that’s haunted him just beneath his foundations.

A glassy eye was open, pointed in Ryou’s direction. The answer took longer than Ryou was comfortable with, and the answer itself had been no sweeter.

“Do you?”

--[Love, The Me That's Killing You]--

(Context: Ryou has discovered Bakura's got Hanahaki disease and it's killing them both as they share a body. So he's trying to figure out who is it Bakura could possibly be in love with. Despite efforts to dissuade him, Bakura eventually concedes to the search, rushing Ryou past pictures of the Battle City finals until--)

“That one!” Bakura points. To a young girl with cinnamon brown hair.

“Jounouchi-kun’s sister?” Ryou asks, dreadingly, as Bakura nods, furiously. “...She’s… thirteen.”

There’s a choking sound. “Not… not that one, then.” Bakura rasps. “The other one, there was another one, still had the hair and the - there! Yes, her!” He points, it’s Isis. Ryou’s confused.

“But you just said-”

“I made a mistake, am I allowed to make mistakes?”

“About someone you love,” Ryou gestures to the petal pile, “this much?”

“It was - dark,” Bakura stutters. He stuttered. “And windy, and there was - we were in a lot of pain, Landlord…” Bakura’s brushing it all off.

“You’re dying over someone you just mistook for someone else?”

“Well, it’s not like I spent a lot of time with her, is it?!” Bakura barks.

“Then what could you possibly love about her?!”

“That… is…!” Bakura stops, sputtering, “That is exactly it! She doesn’t speak to me unnecessarily, just how I like it! She knows her place, unlike a certain someone!”

“Seen and not heard, is she?” Ryou gags, of his own reflexes, in disgust at the slime-coated sentiment. With a choke, Bakura balks, mumbling about Ryou understanding when he’s older.

--[3 Reasons Why (I Never Told You I Was Playmaker)]--

(Context: I love VRAINS. I love Chatshipping. I will write the Chatshipping somehow.)

“You don’t gotta tell me all that,” Shima says - as if it’s so simple to say even this! “Just say you don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You would have complained that I was keeping something from you,” Yusaku replies, without looking. “You would have felt hurt, gotten upset and run off.”

“I’m never upset with you!” Shima’s shocked, somehow. Yusaku only glances at him, brows stitched in dulled disbelief. “Well.. not for more than an hour, at least!”

‘Not for more than an hour’. Typical Shima.

“And," he continues, pointedly, "I wasn’t upset you ‘got secrets’,” Shima looks out, as if looking for where Yusaku’s eyes had just been. “You act like I’m too stupid to understand stuff.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Yusaku’s quick to deny. Something about what Shima said twists a knot in his chest. “I think you’re overexcitable and you don’t always think things through, and-”

“Sounds like a stupid guy to me,” Shima interrupts with a frown.

Yusaku’s mouth is stuck open from that, having no course correction for that comment.

Shima, not Typical Shima, stands up. He’s not looking at Yusaku. His fists go into his pockets.

“Whatever,” He shrugs. “See you at school.”

With too straight a gait, Shima walks with a tremble. It quickly gives way into a bursting sprint once he can’t hold it back. And Yusaku is the coward who doesn’t stop him.

--[Wedding Soup (Chapter 2)]--

(Context: after a sleepless night and wrestless workday, Ryou's sunset afternoon ends with many... many tsuchinoko in the backyard. They are notorious liars, known for their penchant for drinking and a deadly bite.)

“And I didn’t even get a chance to answer, the cashier just went,” Ryou pauses, as another dizzy spell hits him. “ ‘Cash or Card’.” With an offended sniff, he takes another long drink of tea - black and intense and brewed with double the teaspoons to make sure it keeps him awake. Ryou sets the mug down with a huff. “As if I’m doing something burdensome by personally restoring a cultural landmark.”

“This is a nice trap,” One of the tsuchinoko says from the writhing ball.

“It was certainly the nicest there,” Ryou says. “Not too painful, is it?”

“Agonizing!”

“Oh good, you wouldn’t believe how awful the others looked.” At the corner of his eye, Ryou spies another one slithering towards a covered trap. If the others are aware, they’re just as keen to warn it as Ryou is. “I even looked some up before I went out - for every humane trap I found in that place, there were ten more glue traps.”

“Sounds fun!”

“I know. I swear, the heartlessness of some people--”

A snap, a yelp, then the frantic rattling of metal as the tsuchinoko flings itself across the trap cage. Ryou dons his thick gloves again, getting up from his spot on the back porch. “Here, here,” he says softly. One hand holds the snake firmly by the back of its tiny head, the other taking the flat bottom of the small cage. He lifts it from the ground, quickly shifts it to the larger tank, and tilts it before opening the flap.

“In you go.”

--[Gore Couture]--

“Just last week, residents of rural Blood Gulch reported screaming around 2 AM. Police responded within minutes of the third report, but were only able to narrow down the location an hour after arriving on the scene. When officers arrived, they found no body, but confirmed the presence of human blood and organ tissue.”

“Can this schmuck emphasize any more words?” Isaac leaned against the break room counter, watching up at the screen.

“This isn’t a gossip channel,” Mason Wu’s stressed tone signaled agreement. “Someone’s missing at least a liter of blood.”

The television at the station at least showed part of his work on the news, a brief interior look into the storage cubicle. Without the corpse in the arranged outline, there were only blood splatters, disarrayed furniture and a signature - Gore Couture by Felíx.

Maybe the accent on the ‘i’ was a bit much.

“A liter?” Isaac gaped. “Ho-o-oly shit.”

“You’re a damn sociopath,” Wu whipped back to glare. “You do know you’re on thin ice for being a no-show that night--”

“I told you already,” Isaac shrugged. His coffee sloshed dangerously close to the rim of his mug. “I was with somebody.” It wasn’t a lie - Isaac was with abody.

#shadowpeach #tendershipping #chatshipping #lmk #rvb #ygo #yugioh #my writing #me flavored soup #body/life #wedding soup

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vacantgodling · 7 months

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Oh no, sorry about the last ask **sent it and immediately saw the post that Alizath is a place** ^^' But please still provide The Information

LMAOOOO NAUR that’s my bad. like i said i talked about this wip like once and never mentioned it again pfffff

but basically the information:

who is alizath

this fucky landmass up north. the smidge of yellow at the bottom is galeré, the country paramour’s mess takes place in cuz SURPRISE… these share a universe pff

what is alizath?

a hot mess basically. the government is run by “courts” or factions (perhaps cults… at least one of them kinda is) and there’s a central parliament that’s supposed to be the voice of the common people. like. it barely is but we move.

anyway tho there’s the iron spring, the titanium summer, the brass autumn, and the steel winter.

we mainly focus on the brass autumn bc the “dad” of our mc kirsi, used to be the ruler of the brass autumn but then he was framed for killing a guy and was exiled.

the story? well basically kirsi is supposed to bring favor back to her family by attending socialite events so that her father can be allowed back into alizath. also so that they can stop being horribly poor (they aren’t terribly bad off cuz they’re getting help but it’s complicated).

the real plot however is found as kirsi starts getting close to people and it becomes very apparent that the iron spring wants to become a sole monarchy. power struggles, romance, death, chaos, war, and more ensue!

but some basic important to know characters:

kirsi: she’s the mc. she’s also adopted (does not know this), part of a prophecy (definitely doesn’t know this), and isn’t fully human (kirsi knows jack shit about anything basically)

jeanna sunniva: she’s kirsi’s aunt who helped raise her for the purposes her brother has. she is strict but very protective over kirsi and her life has been Rough

juven: current leader of the brass autumn in his father’s stead. he’s also one of kirsi’s love interests (end game ot3 situation). he’s too young to be shackled with this shit but yknow. he’s here now. also he wants to keep alizath out of the hands of the spring and would rather it turn more into a republic or smthn.

amarette: juven’s best friend and from the titanium summer. his mama hates him teehee. he, juven and kirsi are end game ot3. he just wants to be able to live his life how he wants.

greye: eldest daughter of the iron spring who hates her father and is uh…. plotting lmao.🧍‍♂️

lord flykrost: the leader of the steel winter and tbh the only one with a head on his fucking shoulders. he values his family more than anything and is ready to turn the steel winter into its own nation at the drop of a hat to protect his family and the citizens who live in his region. very chill dude but he used to be the head of the general alizathan army so idk don’t fuck with him

lady love: lord flykrost’s wife and she’s scarier than him. she did settle down and loves those loyal to her fiercely. she and jeanna used to be good friends but why hmmm 🤔

and a bunch of other characters but yahhhhhhh

how did you get inspiration?

dude i used to love the app game helix waltz (it’s no longer a thing rip) and i wanted to make a story where i could romance my favorite character juven (i didn’t change juven’s first name but a lot about him otherwise has changed lol) sooooo this story got born out of that.

so yah i hope that��s a good overview pff

#s: alizath #terrible summary is awful

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gimmethatagustd · 1 month

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Hi Jai, ruu here.

How about

#2 vmin - looks like rivals to lovers idols v & jimin

#9 minimoni - brat jimin punished by joon.

For wip game.

Yeah fuck it, I am sucker for BDSM. Tied hands got me 🥵🫠

hi ruu !! ty for playing my wip game with me 🥹 you're kinda close with your predictions of these wips!

and i totally get you on the tied hands thing tho jhskdjfs there is a reason why i have multiple mood boards with that LOL i am a slut in spirit, just not in body

#9 - minimoni

i shared info about this one a few days ago; you can read about it here

#2 - vmin

i am SO EXCITED for this fic. it's rapper tae x idol jimin, kinda based on jk collabing with latto for seven, as well as the friendship between 6LACK and jessie reyez, where tae and jimin become friends through making an explicit song together (that jimin asked tae to do with him cuz jimin wanted to establish himself as more of an "adult" artist rather than an innocent idol), and their fans wonder if they're dating but they're really "just friends"

i'm also just genuinely very proud of how this mood board came out jshdkfjs

( send jai an ask about their mxm wips if you want! )

#jai asks #bts-ruu #wip game #jai's wip wednesday #except it isn't wednesday #love song

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teen-cups-au · 3 months

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I know I said break, but...

Doudy (mod): How do I put this...

TL;DR: I think I can't work on Teen Cups anymore. ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, you'll get access to the content that was planned and know everything very sooner 😬

Sorry, that might have been violent, but I guess some don't feel like reading a long explanation, and at least there's no beating around the bush.

For those who won't read further, thank you for the good times, I hope to see you around! 💙

So yeah, I'll post the next page that was already finished next week (preview here). In the same post, there will also be the WIPs of the next pages that I already did. Then I still have to re-read the plot and export other WIPs of random parts of the plot that I already did. I still wanna share everything and I'm sure you wanna know who will be alive in the end lmao. I hope it also makes it up for your patience 😅 It's taking a good while, that why I'm not posting everything at once.

I'm keeping the ask box closed, but I'm still here to chat if you want! And I'd like to thank you for all your support and patience, you're the best 💙 It was an amazing adventure and I'd love to see you around in the future. (If you're interested, here are all my links!)

It was my fear since the beginning. I already archived old AUs because I had way too many and it was impossible to handle. Plus being less invested in the fandoms, I was forcing myself to work on something that didn't motivate me anymore. It started to do the same with Teen Cups sadly.

Also, I simply don't have enough time. The comic would have taken years with everything else I have to do. And I'd like to focus more on original content (even for that, I now think it's best that I keep things simple, at least when doing everything on my own). Which is why from now on, I don't want to do complex AUs anymore. Just self insert OCs following the plot of the shows they're in. It's way easier cuz it's just simple drawings, quick occasional comics... It'll also avoid disappointing my public, as well as myself. And the frustration of not finishing a project.

I think I said everything. Thanks again everyone! ✨

#info #ooc

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foodsies4me · 10 months

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WIP game

I got tagged by @echo-bleu more than a little while ago because what is time even? (Btw thank you Echo!!!💜) So why not play along. the game is: post the names of the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title of what most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. if you want, tag as many people as you have wips.

Well, if you want ridiculous then I’ll show you ridiculous. Here are (some because I have too many WIPs’s at this point to share all of them) the Shadowhunters WIPs I currently have in all their ridiculously titled glory.

the normal ones:

All Was Golden

Of hiding and waiting

Along came a shadowhunter

Meet me in the future, love me in the past

Finding lessons, stealing books

Walk Fight Fashion Baby

The slightly ridiculous ones:

Of spoken words and part two’s missing

Ragnor Professional Trainee-babyshadowhunter Minder thingy

Ragnor’s No Good Very Bad Day

Max’s Unfortunate Adventure_keep_not sure

Untitled Daemon Fic

The actually ridiculous ones (Yes the whole things are the working titles these things are currently saved under. This is them in their complete unadulterated glory):

That Alec birthday fic you didn’t finish

Magnus birthday fic same result

AWG season 2 because plot bunnies suck

Vaguely beauty and the beast inspired

Vaguely beauty and the beast inspired but with Alec this time

FTH - Live your heartbreak, feel my pain too much—Too meh-titles suck

No Alec we’re not proposing chill

AWG Outtakes-why-am-I-keeping-these

Warlock Alec-he has WINGS

Alec saves Raziel and gets a power boost

That one ABO fic I don’t want to write

That one zombie fic I don’t want to write cuz zombies SCARE me-WTF-brain

Why do these OC-s-have so many backdtory-NOBODY cares Lys

Camille being the worst-thats-ASSAULT-also Malec are both big sad

That Alec dies but doesn’t fic-how do I resurrecting him though

Magnus is stuck in limbo an whoooo this is trippy-plot still to be found

Magnus feels unsure months after break up magic back- this is big sad but the boys talk-or not

Tagging people is still scary so I’m going to be tagging the usual suspects (anyone else who wants to participate and sees this from me can join though! I’m just a scaredy-cat) @abyssal-hellcat, @miss-mouse, @to-the-stars-writing and @faejilly

#wips ask game #there are also other folders #but those are just brainstorming #fir future wips #not current wips #but they also have ridiculous names #because I am a ridiculous bean #Also cries in wips #How did I stuck with so many #someone help

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shynetyme06 · 10 months

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1 - 23 :3

cracks knuckles okay

1. how would you describe your art style? uhhhhhhhh, maybe "safe" is the word rn. whenever I think of my art style, what comes to mind is just how little I've been pushing things with it. I wanna change that ;D

2. what's your favorite thing about your style? I realize I like to use semi-realistic proportions, its cool how comfortable I've gotten with drawing faces and bodies

3. what's your least favorite thing about your style? It's so static man. same thing I said for the first question, I don't think anything really looks bad, but it just is lacking in creativity in comparison to the older art that should be looking worse than what I do now. I prefer my older stuff ;D (looking at you inktobertale2021.. where did it all go wrong)

4. favorite thing to draw? regular ol people. human characters are def more in my comfort zone, which explains why I keep hitting skeletons with the humanization ray (also I prefer to draw feminine characters)

5. least favorite thing to draw? I can't even say I rlly dislike it cuz of how rarely I even do it, but I am procrastinating so hard on learning backgrounds..

6. warm colors or cool colors? cool colors are my fav, but i find it easier to work with warm ones (I used to put a cool overlay over all my warm toned drawings hgdhfg)

7. show us a WIP behold, the wip ever. this drawing... was supposed to be posted on august 2022. and then, it was supposed to be posted on dec 21st, dream and nightmares birthday. (atp if I do end up wanting to finish this idea again, I'll probably just scrap it and start over)

8. what's the most fun and least fun parts about your process? most fun is flat color and rendering. (though I rarely do the latter anymore) and for least fun, tbh a lot of the sketching part tends to be difficult for me, sometimes its cool tho

9. show us a finished piece alongside the original sketch example from when sketching was fun

10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished? I think I do need to make more of at least thumbnail sketches tbh.. I usually just make one and keep editing it, trusting the process. (and that fails like 70% of the time. woww wonder why sketching isnt fun for me-) 11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle can this count,,

12. show us an old drawing first deltarune drawing. here's the redraw I later made of this :3 (also old hsgdhgf)

13. how long do you usually take one a piece? depends. I'll have like 276478923 wips started, and then I get a random idea that I just have to do right at that moment, and I'll get it done in like 1-4 hours. meanwhile old sketches start to rot and maybe if its lucky I'll revisit it before my motivation dies and my style is too different to wanna continue from where I left off 14. digital or traditional? digital all the way, i've gotten too dependent on the transform tool + liquefy ;D (and many other things tbh but I'd be here all day if I tried comparing them more jhdjdf)

15. if digital, what program do you use? procreate, the layouts on other drawing programs scare me

16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally pen on paper (am I understanding this right wdym media-)

17. what do you love getting compliments about? I like when people enjoy the humanizations I come up with, and also original designs in general 18. are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets? hmmm yeah

19. how often do you draw? very often, I just don't have finished things to share most days

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of :3

21. something you would like to improve on the dynamicness (well, the lack of it) of everything, as said before

22. what inspires you? Ink sans and a ton of creators in this fandom (also animated shows and movies, I love animation)

23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art? idk tbh, just notice it at all and I'm happy :>

#shy rambles #ask game #long post #twinribbonz #yaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy #another sign to look for more references #my problem may be going from imagination too often

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