#she was a fucked up creature but at least she was useful (briefly)

[lyssitalennon]

not me recording the fairytopia trilogy plus Mariposa and her (garbage) sequel

#barbie movies #dont come at me there are parts of fairy princess that i do like i even have a fic half wrote for it #I just wish they had been consistent with mariposa's voice actor #which I mean given the outrage when they switched from Kelly to Diana I can understand but Mariposa was never voiced by Kelly to begin with #she was always Chiara my good bitches #Plus like I can't say too many bad things about fairy princess it also has my man Alessandro Juliani 😍 #but it also does have that fucked up puffball #like where was zinzie #she was a fucked up creature but at least she was useful (briefly)

[sunandsstars]

YAWNETU

CHAPTER 1

Jake x Neytiri x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. ___ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?

Warnings: Talks of war, Briefly mentions death/Bodily harm, Angst, Swearing, Non-con Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Here it is people, the angst series :( Prepare yourselves

Taglist: @itsyoboysparkel @dumb-fawkin-bitch @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @fanboyluvr

Having one mate was enough for a Na’vi, they did not need another to deal with or weigh them down. It was a huge commitment and for most, a waste of time. More than one significant other was a rare case these days anyway, usually only reserved for Na’vi of a higher ranking, like an Olo’eyktan or Tsahìk.

Jake didn’t know that the Na’vi can bond with more than one at a time until Grace brought it to his attention one day, “Na’vi will mate with only one other person for their whole life, unless duty brings them to marry another” she stated, smoking a cigarette haphazardly in the lab room, eyeing the man who sat uninterested in his wheelchair.

Mating. Jake thought it sounded primal, animalistic, something the creatures back on Earth used to do just to get a quick fuck. But when Neytiri brought it up and he finally experienced it himself, it could only be described as sublime. He’s never felt such feelings, emotions. You share them with your partner in such a deep level it left him feeling breathless.

Following their mating the skypeople attacked and cut down the Tree of Voices, severing one of their main connections to their ancestors. That’s when he realised it was time for war. Several clans joined the mighty Toruk Makto to fight for Pandora, when he called they answered. But the battle was bloody, long and gruelling, they all lost brothers and sisters that day. But at least now they will find peace in Eywa’s warm embrace.

The Great Sorrow then became something of the past and the Omaticaya were relocated to an area by Hellsgate, the humans and Na’vi finally living in harmony but not peace, a lot preferring to still shun the aliens away from their home.

But the forest provided tall trees to cover them from predators and plenty of abundance, humans will also be with their technology inside an environment they can thrive in, so each side wins. Jake had finally been anointed as Olo’eyktan with Neytiri being his tsakarem, the couple couldn’t be more happier with the way things have become, fully believing the skypeople will not return.

But happiness must soon come to an end.

“Ma sa’nok! Why?! Why must we be mated to her?! She is useless!” Neytiri yelled angrily at her mother, the Tsahìk, she has just been told her mother has been seeing visions in her sleep and suspected Eywa was trying to tell her something. This ‘something’ was about her child’s third mate, which she did not anticipate.

“All of our roles play an important part here daughter” Mo’at glared, has she taught her child no less? “your new wife will be a good edition to your family and therefore the clan. It must be done, Eywa has spoken”

Neytiri did not understand, her and Jake were happy together. Alone. They did not need another person to ruin the balance of their life. She turned around sharply to her husband who was sat on the ground by the tree of souls, urging him to make an opinion on the matter with a glare. Jake coughed.

“I agree Mo’at. We are fine together just as it is”

“This is not your decision to make Jake Sully. The great mother will not be happy, she has done this for a reason and we must trust her judgement. She has shown me what will happen if this does not happen, you and your family will fall under a great despair, it will disrupt all we have made” Jake’s ears perked up, alarmed, ‘what does she mean a great despair’. As his thoughts started to turmoil Neytiri continued to talk to her mother, coming to an understanding that it was the way of life. She cannot disregard Eywa’s wishes.

With a huff she walked towards Jake and pulled him up by the arm with no effort, eyes a glare and ears pinned to her head. She walked away and towards her new ikran, ready to get back to camp. “So.. do you know who we’re supposed to mate?”

“Srane”

“Are you gonna tell me?” They flew into the air, Bob screeching as they went above the trees, staying low to the forest. Neytiri didn’t answer his question and stayed silent, shit. He was just a man, a man who knows when NOT to anger a woman, especially one like her. He decided to not take it any further.

Arriving back to Hellsgate they dismounted and landed onto the floor, Jake greeting the humans who passed by them, taking samples from the nature. Neytiri walked up to where the food was being prepared, a group of woman sat by some small children who they looked after while parents were away doing chores. She grabbed one of ladies by the arm and dragged her towards Jake who only stared in confusion. Soon morphing into realisation.

“Introduce yourself” The warrior exclaimed harshly. Knowing that Mo’at has already told her of the plans, she knew going to her daughter first would cause another war and the elder planned to avoid it. So telling the new mate first was the best option for everyone.

“___ te Syakx Hìfey’ite” the woman’s ears lowered to her head and she faced the ground. The pain in her arm where Neytiri gripped was hard, sure to bruise. “I am a gatherer, a healer. I do not hunt like you or -“ Neytiri squeezed her arm to silence her, having enough of her talking.

They were close in age, both eighteen years old and fully grown adults. They both attended Grace’s school together growing up, they were close. ___ was closer with Neytiri’s sister though, Sylwanin. When she died, the younger sister blamed everything on the other girl. Cursing her out and they never talked again until now.

___ was nervous, she knew she had to mate with them, both of them. She knew that the other woman was angry at her still, even after two years. She could not blame her for the grief of her sibling. But over something she did not do? She was not at fault here.

“Nice to meet you” Jake said curtly, not really wanting to talk any further. He did not like the idea of a second mate either, even on Earth it was extremely taboo so he felt awkward on the matter. Neytiri let go of her arm and dragged Jake off, presumably to talk about anything but the ceremony that is supposed to be held later today. Announcing the decisions their Tsahìk has made to the clan, surely they would all be most pleased. ___ could not say the same towards the couple who walked off.

One part of her thought that they just wanted to be alone for a while, being more recently mated and being thrown into another relationship was confusing and disrupting, she understood that. But the more rational part knew that while Neytiri continued to dislike her, she knew their life together would be filled with nothing but pain and suffering. But she would put on a brave face. For her own sake and the clans. Eywa has spoken.

But is what Eywa saying right?

She was correct, the clan was most happy. Despite some whisperings here and there, they would have to agree that they would all make a good trio. ___ was a good healer, she was gifted with her skills. She was also good to the elderly and children, always happy with a smile on her face. Neytiri was a good huntress and a Tsahìk in training, her battle abilities are most adored on. Jake, he was their Toruk Makto, Rider of Last Shadow. He was well respected in that alone.

But while the Omaticaya was happy, she was not. Sat next to Jake on his left she was left to eat in silence as him and Neytiri conversed without her. Not even looking in her direction once. She figured that they would not talk to her all through the night and decided to make peace with herself.

A little girl tapped her shoulder and ___ turned around to face one of the children she often looked after, Sray. “You are going to be mated to them?” she looked at her Olo’eyktan and his wife, yellow eyes wide.

___ nodded and forced a smile on her face “Yes, Sray. I will be” she stated softly, not comfortable with saying the revelation out loud.

Suddenly Sray sniffed, doe eyes watering “does that mean you will not have time for us anymore? Please sa’nu! I do not want you to leave!” the sweet girl jumped in the adults arms and clung to her chest, fearing that if she let go, ___ will disappear.

“Ma ‘evi, I will always have time for you and everyone else, just because I will be mated, does not mean I will not see you ever again” ___ kissed Sray’s head, wiping her little tears and grinning. Bringing comfort to the girl, Sray smiled back, still sniffling.

“LeNa’vi! Fìtxon awnga fpe’ pxefo mìso!” the people cheered, raising their drinks and whooping. The three will be mated under the tree of souls, to legitimise the union.

Jake and Neytiri looked at each other, worry in the man’s and anger in the woman’s. They did not want to do anything with her, but would have to make it look like they had, they were not stupid. If they did not do this then the people will become angry, it would be a disgrace. Only the great mother shall know.

Standing up, Jake held his large hand out to his wife who took it. Letting go and walking towards the direction of the tree, they would not take the ikran, but rather run through the night. Jake then turned to look at ___ who still sat with Sray in her warm arms, he nodded his head to the direction Neytiri went and followed her.

A little hurt that he did not offer his hand to her, ___ kissed Sray’s forehead and stood up, walking after them. As they got deeper into the forest they began to run, ___ tried her best to catch up but the two were hunters, they were more used to navigating the thickness of the fauna better than her.

“W-Wait!” she called in English, but the two ignored her and ran further ahead of her. ___’s ears slicked back and she huffed to herself, heart beating erratically with annoyance.

At some point the jungle got too thick for her to get through and she paused, the two she was following nowhere in sight. She twisted around, straining her ears to hear any calls or footsteps to help guide her. But to no avail, she lost them. Meaning she herself did not know where she was, this part of the forest was so much further out from the old hometree, a part she has not navigated before.

Her breathing started to speed up, panicking. Did they leave her? Alone? Here? She knew they did not like her, but this was too much. It was past eclipse and night, anything could come to kill her.

A rough hand grabbed her arm, the same one Neytiri held earlier that day and turned her around. An angry Jake stood there with brows furrowed, fangs bared. “Why did you stop?” he growled, ears slicked back “you were supposed to follow, not stop and sightsee like a lunatic!”

She did not know what that word meant, but by his tone it was something mean. Her own ears pressed against her head and her tail tucked between her legs, she yelped as she was harshly dragged through the forest, Jake never letting go of her arm even as they got to the tree of souls.

He let go and stood next to Neytiri who had her queue attacked to one of the hanging branches, tendrils letting go and she broke the bond. Turning to see ___ with a hand on her arm, the bruises were darker than before, the sting aching the area and making her hesitant to move it.

The warrior glared at her and snarled “you will have a baby put in you, as it is the way. But we are not bonding. Never. You will deal with that shame” she barked in Jake’s native tongue, her words were harsh and the prospect of not bonding with the only people she could was demeaning, it brought water to her yellow eyes. This was low, a baby without a bond was seen as disgrace. She would bring great shame to Na’vi.

“Neytiri-“

“Kem si ke plltxe kurkung!” ___ closed her mouth, she did not want to anger Neytiri further than she has. Jake, who stood watching the ordeal, strolled towards ___ and pushed her down onto the ground, pulling her loincloth to the side and doing the same to his.

“Pey! Oe kawkrr-“ her words were again cut off as pain filled her lower abdomen, he entered her. It was her first time and he just did it so fast without considering her feelings. Tears streamed down her soft cheeks, pained noises leaving her mouth as Jake started to move. He manhandled her onto her stomach, pressing his hand to her lower back above her tail bone, if the pain at her core wasn’t enough then the sensitive space on her back was.

Neytiri simply watched as her glare burned holes into the girl beneath her, the person that ruined her life. That took her sister away from her, took everything. She was not going to welcome this destroyer into her family, never. She’ll make sure ___ and her children will be shamed, if not by the people then by her own kids and husband.

___ felt something warm release inside of her, oozing out of her hole. She felt Jake lift off of her and heard him step towards his mate, both of them softly talking to one another while ___ was left to curl up, sobbing quietly. The man that was supposed to care for her, supposed to love her, took her dignity and now her first child.

Her heart squeezed in her chest as she could only imagine the future to come.

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#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yawnetu #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #x reader #atwow #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water x reader #na’vi #angst #series #jake sully #neytiri #poly #unwanted marriage

[certifiedcallahanstan]

The memoir of a horny fangirl

chapter 2

Warnings: This is a pretty heavy chapter, it shows a really vulnerable side to Hazel and the shitty side of the reader. I had to get this chapter done, so the rest can be lighter and more *spicy*. The next chapter will get back to baseball hazel!!

This chapter contains: sa

It’s been a couple days since you had received the picture and you know you shouldn’t be upset, Hazel is a grown woman and is allowed to kiss whomever she wants, it’s not like you two are together anyways. That however doesn’t stop you from trying to avoid her.

P.J invites you to the coffee shop with Josie and Brittany to do quote on quote “studying” which really means she wants to talk to you all about her latest hook up.

Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting caught up in the conversation.

“and i mean it wasn’t a fucking normal sized strap, that shit was like- fucking xxl” P.J moves her hands at least a feet apart from eachother trying to demonstrate the size and josie scrunches up her nose.

“I don’t need to hear that P.J, you keep that to yourself” she huffs and you cover your mouth trying to stop a laugh from escaping.

For a brief moment, the weight of your emotions regarding Hazel and the photo fade into the background as you lose yourself in the conversation until eventually Brittany convinces everyone that we should probably study.

You pull out your notes adorned with doodles of different sea creatures and facts about them when you hear a familiar voice approach the table.

“Hey guys” the voice that belongs to the shaggy brunette starts “Josie told me you all were studying and that..” she looks at her phone reading the text “We are about to kill P.J, please come before one of us commits a felony”

P.J just responds with a huff a mutters something along the lines of “you all are just mad i get more hoes” as Hazel pulls out a chair and joins the group.

You scoot slightly more away from Hazel hoping nobody will notice. unfortunately these chairs are millenniums old and makes and obnoxious screeching noise

You cringe inwardly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks as all eyes turn in your direction.

Hazel's gaze flickers briefly in your direction, her brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden noise.

"Sorry about that," you mumble, offering a sheepish smile as you try to play off the noise. "These chairs are... uh, not the most cooperative."

Everyone seems to accept that excuse as they get back to their previous tasks. You start shading in the sea creature you were previously drawing in your journal when you feel P.J looming over you.

“what the fuck knuckles is that” she says as she points at your drawing

you look down at a your notebook where you had draw what looks like a eel-shark hybrid

“it’s called a frilled shark” you start explaining as all eyes look at you “they get their name from the frilly appearance of their gill sets. In fact they’re one of the few sharks that eat their prey whole…”

You trail off awkwardly, realizing that you may have gone a bit overboard with your explanation when you see everyone blankly staring at you. Clearing your throat, you try to steer the conversation back on track.

"Anyway, um... yeah, it's just a cool creature I thought I'd draw," you finish lamely

“I think it’s sick”

you turn your head to the voice and see Hazel smiling at you “i mean a shark that moves like an eel?”

"Yeah, exactly!" you respond, a smile spreading across your face as you meet Hazel's gaze. "It's pretty fascinating how they've adapted to their environment."

fuck why does she have to be so damn irresistible.

your thoughts are cut off by the slamming of a text book and you see Brittany getting up “my brain feels all mushy, im going home to take a nap”

Josie nods, putting her computer in her back pack “i should probably get back to Isabel” and P.J mutters something about going to “fuck then duck” whatever that means.

Soon enough it’s just you and Hazel, you try to ignore the tension, but damn it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence stretching between you as you both seem lost in your own thoughts. You fidget nervously, unsure of what to say.

Finally, Hazel clears her throat, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile. "So... um, how have you been?" she asks, her voice soft and tentative.

You swallow, trying to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. "I've been okay," you reply, your voice slightly strained. "Just... you know, trying to stay busy with school and stuff."

and not making out with random red heads and getting chlamydia you add in your head.

Hazel nods, her gaze flickering briefly as she seems to search for the right words. "Yeah, I get that," she says quietly “hey um..have you been avoiding me? i’ve tried to text you but you haven’t answered and everytime i try to come up to you you walk the opposite direction”

your jaw clenches as you start putting everything in your shark printed back pack “what reason would i have to avoid you Hazel” your voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

she runs her ringed fingers through her hair and you try not to notice the prominent veins “that’s what i’m trying to figure out, did i do something?”

“not everything is about you callahan” you grunt out as you try to gather all your loose papers

“here let me help-“

“i don’t need your help” you shove her arm away and in the process her hand hits an open water bottle spilling water all over your notebook. the notebooks that has three years worth of research in it

A sense of panic washes over you as you scramble to salvage what you can, frantically wiping at the water with trembling hands. Hazel watches helplessly, her expression a mixture of concern and regret.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I was just trying to..."

You cut her off with a sharp gesture, your own frustration boiling over as you struggle to contain your emotions. "Just... leave me alone, Hazel," you mutter, your voice thick with emotion.

she steps back as her eyebrows knit together “this wouldn’t have happened if you just let me help. Maybe instead of pushing people away talk to them”

You can see the hurt etched in her features, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt tug at your conscience.

"I'm sorry, I just..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. With a heavy sigh, you toss your notebook into the trash and sling your backpack over your shoulder

"I have to go," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you turn away, unable to face Hazel in that moment. With each step you take, the distance between you and Hazel grows, the ache of regret gnawing at your heart.

Hazel just presses her lips together and nods before you see the same red head from the photo calling her name in an annoying high pitched voice.

You watch in silence as Hazel hesitates, her eyes briefly searching yours for any sign of a response. Before you can gather your thoughts, she turns away, putting on a fake smile as the red-headed girl approaches.

"What's up, Becca?" she says, her tone polite but strained, the artificiality of her smile not escaping your notice.

you turn away, knowing that it's not your place to intervene in Hazel's personal life. And also if you stayed there someone would be getting punched in the face, and here’s a hint. it wasn’t going to be you.

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“Did you say sorry at least?” Isabel ask as you lay upside down on her bed, letting the blood flow rush to your head to try to forget about what Josie now calls “they great water incident” that happened last week

"Yeah, I did," you reply with a sigh, your voice muffled from your upside-down position. “kinda.. i dunno. I mean you should’ve seen the way that becky, bexar, what ever the fuck her name is held onto her”

P.J shoves a handful of chips into her mouth and shrugs “i say kill the bitch”

Josie tosses a pillow at her face and huffs “We already have one murderous charge against us, we don’t need another”

Isabel nods in agreement. "Exactly. We'll figure this out without resorting to murder,"

“fine” P.J huffs holding her hands in the air “but just know that i know people”

“mhmm” you hum as you launch yourself back into an upright position on the bed stealing chips from P.J’s bowl.

As the group starts debating whether han solo or darth vader would be better in bed, you can’t help but wonder at this exact moment what hazel is doing.

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Hazel sits on her bed in her apartment talking about how the frilled shark can unhinge their jaw and eat prey at least twice their size as the red head sits and stares at her.

Hazel has never been one for social cues, she sincerely honestly thought that Rebecca just needed a friend, and sure they made out at the party but in her defense her face looked similar to yours in the midst of her 6 shots.

So here they are in Hazels apartment, Hazel blabbering about the eel-shark abomination (that she most definitely didn’t spend five hours researching after finding out about it)

“Rebecca? did you hear what i said” she stops and tilts her head with wide eyes

Rebecca nods and turns to Hazel “mhm- yeah the shark is like- long or some shit”

“you seem distracted” the brunette mutters “and it’s not called a long shark it’s called a frilled shark because-“ her sentence is interrupted when she hears Rebecca let out a drawn out sigh and move closer to Hazel.

“Yeah that’s kinda gross Hazey and i’m bored so how about we have some fun…”

“i don’t know what you mean-“ hazel starts before the girl lifts her shirt off and suddenly Hazel realizes why this girl has been being so nice to her.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," Hazel stammers, her voice tinged with unease as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

“come on baby” Rebecca whines as she crawls into an unwilling Hazels lap “I’ve heard how good you are in bed”

And it’s true, Hazel was amazing in bed and she has had her fair share of hookups, but usually she knows about them before.

"Rebecca, I... I really don't think this is a good idea," Hazel insists, her voice shaky as she gently tries to push Rebecca away. "I'm not interested in anything like that right now."

“shhh” Rebecca whispers out as she slams her lips against Hazels and suddenly everything seems too much, Rebecca’s lips are wet, the lights are too bright, the AC is too loud. Panic grips her as she struggles to push Rebecca away, her thoughts a jumble of fear and confusion.

"Stop," Hazel manages to choke out, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. She pushes against Rebecca's chest with all her strength, her heart pounding with urgency.

Rebecca pulls back, frustration evident on her face. "What's wrong?" she demands, her voice tinged with irritation.

Hazel's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her mind reeling with a flood of emotions. "I... I told you to stop," she says, her voice trembling

Rebecca's expression darkens, her features contorted with anger as she takes a step forward. "You're just playing hard to get,"

Hazel manages to push Rebecca off her lap and quickly stands up, putting some distance between them.

"I think it's best if you leave," she says firmly, her voice trembling slightly with the effort to maintain composure.

With a frustrated huff, Rebecca storms out of the room, leaving Hazel alone with her racing thoughts and pounding heart. As she sinks onto the bed she grabs her phone with shakey hands and presses your contact then the call button.

“Hey what’s up” your voice bellows out from Hazels phone

“Hey i don’t know what-“

“HAHA JK this is my voice mail, leave a message or don’t i don’t care” your voice interrupts and Hazel can’t help the tears that fall down her face

“Hey..i don’t know if you’ll see this but Rebecca was here and i thought we were just friends, i mean i know i kissed her but i was drunk and..anyways we were talking and-“ Hazels voice cracks “-and she climbed on me and i told her to get off but she didn’t and- and she kissed me and maybe it’s my fault but..i don’t know what the point of calling you is because i’m pretty sure you hate me. I dunno, i just needed to tell someone.”

She presses the hang up button and brings her knees to her chest letting out a sob. How could she have been so stupid? Flash backs of when her dad would buy her these new suits and buttons up because he knew you hated dresses, but then make her get dressed in front of him flashed back into her mind.

Despite her best efforts to push those memories aside, they continue to haunt her, casting a shadow over her as she cries herself eventually to sleep.

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it’s not until two days later that you see the voice mail, you’re sitting in your biology class with your airpod in when you click the play button.

“What the fuck?!” you blurt out when it finishes and suddenly all eyes are on you.

You smile sheepishly as you gather all of your belongings and rush out of the classroom calling P.J

after three rings she answers with a “I’m talking to this really hot chick so this better be important”

“You remember when we said that we weren’t going to kill anyone anymore”

P.J hums “well YOU ALL said that, i never actually agreed to it”

“Yeah well…it’s time for some killing..or at least seriously maiming”

as you explained the situation to P.J, the last thing she said before she hung up was

“let’s go kick some leprechaun ass”

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Okay so YOU didn’t kick some leprechaun ass, P.J insisted she could take Rebecca herself and you assuming it went well because as you were driving (well over the speed limit) to Hazels house you receive a message from P.J saying “i’m like 75% sure she’s still alive, anyways if police come questioning you, say a rabid bear attacked her”

You chose not to question her further.

You get to Hazels house and you take a deep breath, you’ve never been good at comforting people, usually you just pat their back and give them water. You assume that probably won’t work for this situation .

Taking a deep breath, you exit your car and make your way to Hazel's apartment. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of the situation bearing down on you with each passing moment.

you knock on the door three times fast, two slow, that was your signature knock for her since middle school. As the door swings open, you're greeted by the sight of Hazel, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. Without a word, you pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

“y-you came-“ Hazel mutters out as you pull away and she wipes her eyes

“yeah of course haze, im sorry i didn’t see the voice mail till today”

Hazel nods, her expression grateful as she steps back, allowing you to enter her apartment. As you settle into the living room, Hazel gestures for you to take a seat on the couch beside her. You can sense her hesitancy, so you squeeze her hand and softly smile.

“you can talk to me about whatever, you know that right haze?”

Hazel meets your gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—vulnerability, fear, and a glimmer of hope. With a shaky breath, she begins to recount the events of that night, pouring out her heart and soul to you.

And all you saw was fucking red. How the fuck could someone do this to her Hazel, her sweet, beautiful, funny Hazel?

Your heart pounds in your chest as Hazel's words sink in, each one feeling like a blow to your own sense of justice. Anger simmers beneath the surface as you listen to the betrayal she endured, your grip on her hand tightening instinctively.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you meet Hazel's gaze with determination burning in your eyes. "Hazel, I am so sorry that you had to go through that," you say, your voice firm but gentle. "But I promise you, we will get through this together. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again."

Hazel coughs out a laugh and looks at you with wet eyes “That’s supposed to be my line”

You smile softly at her response, a flicker of warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, consider it borrowed for now," you say, returning her gaze with sincerity. "Because I mean every word of it. I'm here for you, Hazel, no matter what."

In that moment, as you sit together in quiet solidarity, you know that your bond with Hazel runs deeper than words can express. And with that unspoken understanding, you both find solace in each other's presence.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan fanfiction #josie bottoms #wlw post #pj bottoms #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x reader #Sad hazel callahan #annoying reader #it gets more interesting i promise #the reader gets less annoying in the next chapter #angst with a happy ending #heavy topics

[avvail-whumps]

Royal Bought: Child’s Play #3

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content warnings: vampire whump, hypnosis, temporary (child) character death, (child) vampiric turning, kidnapping

Luke tried to stifle the shuddering breath that was on the verge of his tongue. There was no way anyone would be stupid enough to invite the vampire in. Once they did, that was it. They would all lose their lives, or they’d be carted straight off to the kingdom. 

But since Justinian was the only vampire present, he doubted that if the creature got inside, any of them would live. 

One vampire enough to slaughter them all. 

Emily was tense and rigid beside him. He didn’t doubt she thought Luke would do anything to save Ten, but he really hoped she didn’t think he was stupid enough to invite the vampire inside.

“If we let you in,” Luke started, trying to keep his voice steady. It was incredibly difficult with the sheer languid power that the vampire exuded, a creature that was superior to them in amost every single way,” you’ll kill us.” 

Justinian grinned again, flashing his fangs. Luke supressed a shiver. “Not at all.” 

The vampire’s eyes left Luke’s briefly to drop down to Ten instead, who didn’t even seem to react to the way his hand squeezed the back of his small neck a little more tightly. He hated seeing the kid like this - hated that he’d been forced to deal with a vampire alone, as an eleven year old child who didn’t even know any better. Who didn’t know, to the full extent, how ruthless and dangerous these creatures were. 

A finger slipped under Ten’s chin, forcing his head to the side and back, staring directly at the vampire. 

“The poor thing was lost,” Justinian crooned, and Luke had almost yanked an arrow out of his quiver. “He was terrified. Didn’t know his way back home. Isn’t that right?” 

Ten made a wobbly, scared noise of agreement. Despite the compulsion, the vampire had left Ten’s mind to run as normal it seemed, and he didn’t want to imagine all of the raging, panicked thoughts that were racing through him. Justinian smiled in approval, turning back to Luke with a look in those gleaming eyes that said “I told you so.” 

“See?” He hummed. 

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. “Now he’s back. Let him go.” 

The vampire’s smile suddenly looked tight. “What do you mean, let him go?” He glanced at Ten, still stroking the back of his neck gently. “It’s not like I’m holding him hostage.” 

“Don’t fuck with me,” Luke bitterly chuckled out, his lip curling into a strained snarl. It probably wasn’t the best of ideas to make a vampire mad when Ten was stuck in its clutches, and could snap his neck with that hand at any given moment, but there was this restless desperation clawing at his chest. All he thought about all day was Ten’s safety. 

Justinian continued to smile. “Invite me in.” 

Luke seethed. “No.” 

“You humans and your manners,” the vampire drawled. “You haven’t thanked me for bringing your offspring back. The least you could do is invite me in, don’t you think?” 

His spine went stiff. It was like he was toying with them all, tempting each human soul to let a creature of the night inside their home. People’s eyes were flickering about, not even daring to breathe in case the vampire could hear them. Everyone had settled into the sidelines once they realised that Luke had unknowingly volunteered to be their spokesperson. Not even Emily had pried her lips open, which was severely out of character for the years she used them to complain.

His grip on the bow tightened. Justinian’s attitude felt like it was switching from cold and subtly threatening, to smugness and cruel amusement at the simplicity of the humans in front of him. It made his stomach twist. 

“Thank you,” Luke breathed out, but it was difficult to sound sincere. “For bringing him back.” 

The vampire raised a brow. His throat had gone all prickly from his pride, trying to close it up, but if the creature would take gratitude over signing their death warrants, he’d take a simple thank you any day. He seemed to consider the words that Luke had chewed up, before his lip twitched into a soft smirk. 

“You’re welcome,” he drawled, patting the back of Ten’s neck softly. “You want him back? Come and get him.” 

Luke bit the inside of his cheek. “Release him first.” 

Those words seemed to strike a chord within the vampire, and his eyes darkened, even visible in the darkness of the night creeping up on them. Luke definitely didn’t miss the way his hand tightened against the back of Ten’s neck, pinching it. It sounded like Ten almost made a strangled, pained noise, but it was lodged in the confines of his throat. It set something fiery off in Luke’s chest. 

“If you want him back so badly,” the vampire drawled, his voice having taken a stern tone that sent shivers racing down his spine,” then come and get him.” 

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. It would be suicide, wouldn’t it? The vampire was clearly trying to lure him out, trying to use Ten as way for his little meal to wander willingly out of the safety of their camp. Even if he tried to get Ten into the camp before something could happen, the vampire’s reflexes would thwart that instantly. 

He felt Emily’s hand on his shoulder, hot to the touch. 

“Luke,” she murmured, in a way that told him she didn’t approve of this. When he tilted his head aside to look at her, it was like she was trying to keep her expression together as much as she could. She was tense, but just like him, just like everyone else, she was scared. 

Luke’s stomach gave another sickening twist. This was his fault, wasn’t it? All of his hunts had encouraged Ten to run off, he’d made him his own bow that was now broken and coddled to his chest like it was still the most precious thing to him. He wanted Ten to be safe, and he would risk his life just to do it. 

When he shrugged himself out of her grip, she didnt’t say anything. Didn’t stop him. If the vampire decided to kill him, then there would be nothing that he could do. 

Luke couldn’t feel his legs when he took that first step. Getting closer and closer to the line that separated him from life and death.

But also from Ten.

The kid still hadn’t snapped out of it, but there was nothing he could do when Justinian was the one in control here. His grip on his bow was deadly. He didn’t even think he would be able to pry his own fingers from the sturdy wood if he tried. 

Keeping his eyes down low, Luke didn’t dare make eye contact with Justinian now. The moment he passed the line, he had to push the presence of the creature to the back of his mind, and not fall into the deep hypnotic state he knew vulnerable humans could get themselves trapped into. 

His feet stuttered to a stop at the line. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest, that he felt like he was going to be sick. But this was for Ten.

Luke sucked in a deep breath, and stepped over the line. It was deadly quiet from the campers behind him. No one even dared to utter a single word as he forced his numb legs over to Ten, slowly kneeling down in front of him. He kept his gaze focused on him, not daring to let it slip over to the vampire for even a moment. Justinian could probably hear how fast his heart was racing right now, the blood rushing to his head and making him dizzy with fear. 

“Ten,” Luke whispered, his chest so tight he could barely even get the words out. He placed his bow on the ground. “Ten, look at me. Are you there?” 

For a sickening, gut wrenching second, Luke considered whether Justinian was even going to release the kid, like he had planned to play a cruel joke on him the entire time. But then there was a flicker of lucidity in Ten’s eyes, and the kid’s expression suddenly lit up, no longer tense and blank and fixated. Terrified, watery eyes flitted up to meet his. 

“Luke?” Ten croaked, clutching the broken bow even closer to his chest. When he went to glance at the vampire, he gently cupped his cheeks, forcing him to meet his eyes instead. 

“Don’t look at him,” he whispered, more desperately than he would have liked. Ten’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he jerkily nodded his head. Luke realised his own breathing was audibly shaking in the night air, and he tried to put on his bravest face for the kid. He gently took Ten by the hand, rising to his feet, his whole body felt stiff with tension. 

He left his bow. He didn’t even think about it.

“Just walk with me,” Luke breathed, almost pleading. “Look ahead. We’re going back now, alright?” 

Ten plastered himself to Luke’s side as though he was velcro, and he was sure he could feel the tension and the terror radiating from him. The kid was shaking like a leaf in the wind, no doubt ready to collapse if Luke wasn’t gripping his hand tightly. 

One step. 

Another step. 

He could feel the pinpricks of Justinian’s beady eyes following him as he led Ten to the gate, his foot almost passing over the threshold, ready to jerk Ten to safety as quickly as possible and—

Before they’d made it past the gate, Ten suddenly made a pained, whining noise, and Luke felt him suddenly fight against his grip, making him stiffen. He turned his head aside, glancing desperately over Ten’s wrinkled expression, contorted in pain, and the unwanted confusion stabbed relentlessly at him. His brows twitched. 

“Ten,” he pleaded, his voice strained. “Come on.” 

When he tried to tug the kid closer to him, he made another strangled hiss of pain, now digging his fingers into Luke’s arm as hard as he could to get him to let go, fighting against his pulling grasp with this squirmy desperation. 

“It hurts,” Ten choked out, like there was this pressure around his throat that was making his voice weak. He whined again, and this time, Luke eased his grip on his hand, despite knowing that he wasn’t the one hurting him right now. When Ten skittishly took a few steps away from the gate, he noticed the wrinkled expression faded slightly, reopening his eyes. Luke choked on a breath. 

“What did you do?” 

The words came out breathless, but there was an underlying fury laced between them. He was still looking at Ten, but he was talking directly to Justinian. He kneeled down, cupping Ten’s face again and frantically inspecting him. The kid’s eyes were wide, dazed and confused. He faintly heard Emily sharply calling his name. 

“Luke.” 

Ten wasn’t under the influence of Justinian’s compulsion anymore. So why couldn’t he come inside the camp? What did the vampire do to him? He couldn’t contain the fiery rage bubbling inside of him.

All of those questions, and still, Luke knew the answer to them.

Ten wasn’t a vampire, that much he was sure of, and the vampire held no power over him. But who knows how long Ten had been with him. What the vampire had made him do. It sent him into a fit of rage to think there was vampire blood racing through Ten’s system right now, enough to make react impulsively in fury.

“What did you do?” Luke snapped again, his gaze wrenching towards the vampire with his lip curled into a deadly snarl. Immediately, his eyes met Justinian’s, and it was like something had hit him hard in the chest. All of the air was knocked out of his lungs, his vision tunneling through those glimmering, red eyes, and a complacent dizzines washed over him within seconds. 

But Luke forced his eyes shut, and it felt like it was tearing his skull apart just to look away. The air barrelled back into him, and he hadn’t even realised he’d been swaying on the spot until Ten’s small hands on his wrists grounded him, shakily calling out his name. All it did was allow that anger to return like a storm, and before he knew it, he was reaching for an arrow in his quiver, and he was going straight for the vampire. 

He heard Emily screeching for him to stop, but Luke was consumed by a different kind of red this time, his own. 

Even though he thought he’d moved quickly, it was nothing compared to the reflexes and speed of a vampire. Before he could even blink, Luke felt something twist him into the ground with a hard slam, a hand fisted in his locks tightly, and others digging hard into his arms, twisting them behind his back. He tasted a mouthful of dirt on his tongue, sucking in a ragged, wheezy breath, before he realised that Justinian hadn’t even moved. 

On him were two other vampires. And from the shadows, seemingly from the depths of the darkness, a dozen vampires appeared, scattered around them, and Luke faintly heard the soft gasp from Ten’s throat. He thrashed, straining against their hold, but nothing he did would break the strength of one vampire, let alone two. 

He could hear people from the gate yelling as he was wrenched onto his knees, the uncomfortable pressure on his shoulder blades making him clench his teeth together to suppress a pained grunt. Ten kept trying to slowly back himself towards the gate, his eyes flickering frantically between each terrifying vampire that prowled closer, but each time, a look of discomfort would pass through him, and he’d be forced to shuffle a little further forwards to alleviate the pain. 

This time, there was nowhere else for Luke to go when Justinian’s fingers dug into his jaw, wrenching his head upwards, and meeting his eyes before he had the intuition to close them shut. He instantly felt that swirling dizziness hit him again, being sucked into the tunnels of red. 

“Quiet, now,” Justinian drawled, and Luke’s throat immediately closed up. “Be still. You brought this on yourself for lashing out, I’m afraid.” 

When the vampire’s sharp fingers left his jaw, Luke realised he couldn’t bring himself to move, just like he’d been ordered. The vampire’s compulsion had him wired to the spot, the two vampires still keeping him on his knees in the uncomfortable, degrading position. He could only watch, his own mind dazed as the vampire took Ten by the arm in a soft grasp, and gently pulled him along, away from the gate. 

The kid looked frightened, but Justinian was gentle with him, the same way he had been when he’d found them at the gate. Ten’s eyes were flickering around anxiously, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each scared intake of air. Justinian’s hands landed on his shoulders, settling behind him. 

Luke stared. 

He wanted to tell Ten that he was sorry. Tears were pooling in his eyes, and the kid was trembling, looking so tiny and vulnerable in front of the creature. Justinian’s hands left his shoulders, sliding up to his neck. 

“Luke?” Ten whispered, his voice choking up. It sounded like he could barely get the words out, and his own mind was screaming for him to say something. To reassure him, to apologise, to say something so Ten wasn’t in such an awful position. 

Justinian’s hands bracketed Ten’s head. 

Luke’s heart broke. Even though he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, he could feel the familiar seething heat of tears sliding down his cheeks. The blurriness of his own tears made his vision even cloudier, and God, he prayed it would stay cloudy so he didn’t have to witness this. Ten was looking at him, big eyes confused and frightened, and as he opened his mouth to speak, Justinian snapped his neck. 

His body thumped to the ground. 

Even against the high pitched ringing that erupted in his ears, Luke could hear the horrified screams from the campers, the chaos that tore them apart as most fled from the gate, retreating back into camp. Luke wanted to scream, wanted to fight tooth and nail and go out bringing as much damage as he could to the vampire, but he was helpless. 

Justinian stepped over Ten’s body.

He watched as a vampire knelt down beside him, and he was sure he heard another disgusting crunch as they set his neck right. The kid’s body was then gently scooped up into their arms, settled comfortably in the crook of their neck. 

Justinian let out a soft sigh, tilting Luke’s head back with a single, cold finger. 

“You and I both know the moment I found that kid, he was mine to do with as I pleased,” the vampire murmured by his ear, and Luke found himself going even more lightheaded when he forced their gazes together once more. “The stories of immortal children might seem tragic, but I assure you, it won’t be anything like that. Not that you’ll ever see him again.”

Justinian’s lip twitched into a languid smirk, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic lull. 

“Relax,” he purred, and against his own discretion, Luke found himself doing just that, his mind and his body going slack. It was terrifying, but at the same time, he was too far in Justinian’s compulsion to think for himself. He just kept sinking, further and further, his eyes droopy and glassed over. The vampire swiped a thumb over his lips, admiring his face for a moment. “Oh, you’ll set the markets thriving.”

Luke didn’t have the strength to think of the implications of that, because he was falling, and he couldn’t stop. Justinian’s eyes pushed him deeper and deeper, until everything shut off, and he was gone.

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*Please* tell me what don't starve is about I wasn't even aware it had characters

OH GOOD I GET TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU. YOU WILL REGRET THIS

let me be clear upfront: i don't know everything. i'm just neurodivergent as fuck please correct me on any misinformation. And any DST fans in the tag right now, hi prepare to see me infodump about Don't Starve lore and I am so sorry this is so long

So lemme start at the very beginning. The year? 1901. The man? William Carter. Moving from Liverpool (becuase of course there's a british man named william in an indie game who does crimes against nature) to New York City. He's doing magician shows and he just he sucks so bad at it. No one visits his magic shows. He's in literal debt. He gets no wins. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone etc etc

Anyway in 1904 Willy Boy tries to go to Cali gets in a train accident and dies. WHOOPS the end

Okay that's a lie. He did not in fact die unfortunately (/j). However, he did get in a train crash and was pinned under a train car, but was saved in part by a strongman named Wolfgang, who really desperately wants to be the strongest he can be (he'd recently had an embarrassing failure at the circus).

But, well... I say "in part." For there's more to how Wolfgang saved him.

See, somewhere around this time, William had found a book. The Codex Umbra. This book was filled with secrets about a land known as The Constant. And more than that, it allowed William to use magic. Not the cheap magic tricks he'd been doing up to this point, the ones that'd given him nothing. Real, actual, tangible magic. Summoning shadows creatures from this mystical realm, ones that would linger for a moment before vanishing.

This was power. True, actual power. And to a man as rejected as William had been by the world, a man as desperate for fame, attention, power... well, who wouldn't be bitter? Spiteful? Who wouldn't be tempted by the allure of unfathomable knowledge?

Of unknowable, uncontrollable power?

What'd happened during the train accident was William had briefly imbued Wolfgang with strength from dark magic, allowing him to throw the train car off of him. William had fled with the Codex Umbra shortly afterwards, and was presumed dead. However, he wrote a letter to his brother, Jack Carter, basically saying "Hey, I'm alive, I found this weird book, I'll cya soon."

(Side note, Jack Carter has two daughters, Wendy and Abigail Carter. We'll revisit them soon.)

William continued deciphering the Codex Umbra, learning more shadow magic. And in San Francisco, he reentered showbiz, reinventing himself into someone new. A new act, and a new name. The Amazing Maxwell.

This time, his shows were appreciated. Adored. His magic acts were magnetic, and horrifying, and beautiful. After all that failure, he had finally managed to get something for himself.

(additional note: maxwell really likes referring to people as "pal." this will be important remember this)

Around this time, he put out an ad to hire a lady assistant for his magician shows, wanting someone with "a curious demeanor and a keen interest in the mysteries of the universe."

And he got her.

Let us snap our attention now to two sisters in the dreadful state of Ohio- Winona and Charlie. Winona was, to at least my knowledge, a fairly tough little girl who was always a bit boyish (take with a grain of salt i'm a bit silly). She loved tinkering from a young age, and she loved her little sister intensely- maybe too intensely.

There's a thing in the game I'll go into more later that shows Charlie's perspective on everything, and from it we can glean that Charlie felt like Winona was, to use a metaphor Charlie uses herself, putting Charlie into an unbreakable suit of armor so heavy she was unable to move. Overprotective to a suffocating degree.

We're not completely certain on that, but it's quite likely and incredibly interesting.

And Charlie... we know painfully little about her. Most likely she fit the description Maxwell wanted. She'd go camping with her sister. She may have been annoying, as a lotta little siblings are. She had a flair for the dramatic. There's a line implying she used to playfight with Winona. And Charlie loved roses.

Charlie was scared of the dark.

So Charlie became Maxwell's assistant. And they were more than coworkers, they were also good friends. They'd hang out and laugh together. Charlie at least may have had a crush on Maxwell, as in her letter to him she writes a heart after her name, and she always calls him "Maxy." Maxwell cared a lot about Charlie- I don't personally see it as romantic on his end, due to my epic aroace swag and belief in the importance of deep platonic bonds, but he did care for her, deeply. They had a sweet friendship, both caring about each other intensely.

But of course, it couldn't last. It never could.

It's 1906 and Maxwell's doing fantastic mentally. Just kidding he's losing his fucking mind

Maxwell was losing control. The Codex Umbra was driving him insane, little by little. He was losing control over the book, over the powers of the Constant. It was growing too powerful, too angry. He was taking too much from it, and it wanted something back. He started pulling away from Charlie, growing snippier with her. And fucking understandably, she was concerned.

One night, after she hadn't seen him in days, she visited his apartment to get his costume for their last performance. He wasn't there at the time. So she investigated, desperate for an answer as to why her friend was drawing away from her.

She discovered a secret room in Maxwell's apartment- the room in the image above. With all those scrawls. And... we think she discovered something else.

I personally think she discovered Them.

I'll explain Them later.

She was terrified, and fled the apartment. Maxwell later discovered she'd been there, and was clearly fucked up over it. Evidently, he didn't want Charlie to discover all this.

She left him a letter, basically begging him to communicate with her. Saying they could take a break after their final show, her older sister had a cabin they could go to if they wanted to get away. Charlie wanted answers, and she wanted them to take a break.

They never got that, though.

April 17th. 1906. The Amazing Maxwell had his final show.

Maxwell's final act was meant to be pulling shadows out of the Codex Umbra. It was meant to be simple. A last trick before they take a break. Neither of them expected it to go this horribly wrong. I don't see how either of them could have. Especially not her.

Maxwell reached into the book. Something reached back. They reached back.

They tried to grab him, tried to drag him into the Codex Umbra. He fought back though, for a moment, clearly weakened by it. Charlie tried to help him, to ask if he was okay, not understanding what was going on, desperate to help, to know how she could help.

She couldn't.

Shadowy hands erupted from the book, grabbing them, pulling them in, and Charlie and Maxwell were gone.

Let's snap our focus away for a while. We're remaining in the real world for now. Don't worry, we'll come back to them.

In due time.

Let me introduce to you a hugely important player to the plot, Robert Wagstaff. Now he's frustrating, because we (or at least I) know very little about Robert Wagstaff. He was studying the Constant, he founded Voxola and created these radios that Maxwell later communicates through (i'll explain later), he bears a suspicious resemblance to Wilson, he may have met Maxwell at some point, and he may have intentionally sent himself to the Constant to investigate it. He's currently a hologram and may be SOMEWHERE. God knows where.

Anyway forget about him because it's time for MY FAVORITE NONBINARY ROBOT WITH REPRESSED TRAUMA AND EVIL PLANS

Meet WX-78, an automaton with a fairly vague backstory who I love so so dearly. They're evil. They're canonically nonbinary (Maxwell even refers to them as "Mx" which makes me very joyful). They lack empathy. They love bees. They love the moon. And somewhere in like the very early 20th century they became a robot and chose NONBINARY VIOLENCE

What exactly happened to WX is left vague, but here's what I believe happened. WX and Wagstaff were working on a consciousness transference experiment, which turned out to be successful. WX transferred their consciousness into a robotic body. Yaaaaaaay :D

Well hold your horses there, not "yay" yet. Because it turns out transferring your whole mind into a robotic body has negative side effects. Namely, the way WX sees themself has become... fractured. Sometimes they see themself as who they were before, their human self, but sometimes they see themself as what they are now, their robotic form. A comment under the short described it as their entire body being basically a phantom limb.

WX started wanting to create more automatons, possibly roboticize humanity, but without the heart (it's called an empathy module in canon but i'm calling it a heart because it's designed with a heart on it, and it hits harder if i call it that). The heart, where WX's memories as a human reside, where hypothetically their emotions are. Take that out, there's no pain related to once being one, right?

Wagstaff was completely against this. Consciousness transference for a single scientist is one thing, but this? To roboticize everyone in the world and take out their heart, their memories, their humanity? Absolutely not. It'd be too dangerous. Leaving humanity as cold intellectual machines would destroy everything, removing a beautiful piece of humankind. He and WX had a fight over this, and Wagstaff ended up burning all of WX's research and sending them into the Constant.

Somehow after that, WX's heart module was disconnected, and the memories were gone. They became a spectacular evil little gremlin of a thing and I love them so much

This whole explanation comes from this excellent comment under the short:

I usually resent these sorts of "explanation comments," since they try to intellectualize horror, but this one doesn't it centers it all on the EMOTIONS and also is correct

And by the way, the short where this is revealed is SO UNBELIEVABLY DISTRESSING TO WATCH (POSITIVE). See, Winona repairs the wiring to WX's heart module, causing WX to suddenly remember everything, having flashbacks to what all happened, and it's horrifying. WX flashing between who they were as a human and who they are now, the snippets of whatever happened, the vagueness, the BANGER MUSIC, it's all so hard to watch, and yet so hard to look away.

And at the end of it, after remembering Wagstaff sending them into the Constant, WX lets out this agonized wail and RIPS OUT THEIR FUCKING HEART, before they just SHATTER IT IN THEIR HANDS. They fucking HATED remembering what happened, hated it so much that they RIPPED THEIR HEART OUT AND BROKE IT so they could STOP FEELING. Whatever exactly happened HURT and they didn't want to FEEL.

And evidently, IT DIDN'T WORK. Wagstaff appears as an NPC later in Don't Starve Together, and every single quote WX has related to him is full of this raw, painful, intense rage. It's genuinely heartbreaking.

WX fucking DESPISES Wagstaff for what he did to them. For sending them to the Constant. And like- they say a LOT they have no emotions. But very clearly, THAT IS A LIE. IT'S FUCKED UP. IT'S HORRIFYING.

It's the opposite of so many robot emotion narratives- a robot who wants to feel real emotions, who wants to be human. But with WX, that is the last thing they want. They're illustrated to have at least had distaste for organic life before their roboticization, they don't want to be human. And very obviously, they don't want to feel real emotions. They don't want emotions.

They hate being human so much, they hate the connection to human pain so much, they hate their memories of being human so fucking much, that they rip out their FUCKING HEART and SHATTER IT just so they can shut off the painful emotions of their repressed memories. They don't want to be human, they want to be a cold unfeeling machine, but they clearly can't be that even though they're trying because despite everything there's a part of them that's clearly human and just- JUST WATCH THIS SHORT IT'S SO HORRIFIC

GOD I LOVE EVIL NONBINARY AUTISTIC ROBOTS WITH REPRESSED TRAUMA

Aside from that horrorshow of a backstory WX is very silly. They love bees and the moon. They hate humanity and all organic life. They say shit like "NOW THE OUTSIDE MATCHES THE INSIDE. EVIL" and "[name] IS CAUSING NEEDLESS DESTRUCTION. GOOD." I love them so much I can't believe I just slept on how funny they are when I was a young lad hyperfixated on DST

Okay let's go down the list of characters. Remember I mentioned Jack Carter has two daughters, Wendy and Abigail? Let's focus on them.

Wendy was more cautious than Abby was, preferring to live in the world of books and fantasies. Meanwhile Abigail was an adventurer, loving to spend her days climbing rocks and jumping around. Despite their differences, the twins were inseparable. The best of friends, with a love so strong it could transcend death.

And it did.

We're not quite sure how it happened. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that somehow, one day, Abigail died. And this death absolutely shattered Wendy. She became morbidly depressed, obsessed with death and tragedy. She refused to move on from her sister, believing if she did, her memory would fade. (There's specifically a few lines that really fuck me up /pos but it may be triggering so i won't bring em up.)

Wendy turned to the occult to try and get Abigail back. To try and at least talk to her. She tried everything to communicate with her again, and nothing was working. And she was just about to throw in the towel, to give up, to accept that maybe she would never see her beloved sister again, to fall into complete, total despair, when...

A ragtime tune started playing, and a voice on the radio began to talk to her.

Meanwhile let's snap our attention to WILLOWWWWW WILLOWWWWWWWW MY GIRL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE"S INSANE AND I LOVE HER

Willow had a rather difficult life. Her parents either died or left when she was incredibly young, and she was left in a cruel orphanage with caregivers who hated and mistreated her. And understandably, this took a toll on her mental state, and this attracted shadow creatures.

What exactly shadow creatures are is unknown- they're what Maxwell was pulling out of the book and using for his magic tricks, and they appear in game when your sanity is low, so my personal hypothesis is that shadow creatures are drawn to misery, insanity, or in Wanda's case, Women's Wrongs. also misuse of magic

Anyway, when Willow was a little girl, shadow creatures fucking wanted to kill her, drawn to her declining mental state. Willow took comfort in her teddy bear Bernie, the only thing that seemed to drive the shadows away. But one night, after being nearly killed by one of those things, her caregivers, upset at her being awake in the middle of the night, confiscated Bernie and locked Willow in a closet.

And while she was trapped in there, shadow creatures approached again, with the intent to kill her. Willow was backed into a corner, about to die, with no defenses...

Except for a lighter.

That night, Willow burnt down the entire orphanage, managing to save herself, and left with just her lighter and her Bernie.

This moment defined every fibre of her being. From that day on, Willow became completely obsessed with fire. Flames became calming for her, letting her breathe and relax. She's burnt her life down to begin again more than once, like a phoenix with more collateral damage. Fire protects her from the monsters in the dark, lets her stay sane. And- there's this one line from her that implies she's embraced a type of nihilism.

"Why worry about the past or future? It'll all go up in flames eventually."

That quote's actually really interesting to me you could use this for a character arc about her learning to embrace one place/one group as home and her accepting that unfortunately the survivors are her found family and she loves them and- GOD I love her so much she's a menace

Alright, who's next? Ah yes, Wigfrid. This one's really tragic.

Wigfrid was an actress whose debut role was as a noble badass Valkyrie warrior, slaying monstrous beings, being a true hero. And she embodied the role, capturing the public, being launched to stardom with just that.

But after that? Nothing she did seemed to capture anyone like the Valkyrie had. Every performance she had after that fell flat. She was completely rejected by the public.

(this could be a maxwell parallel oh my god)

And so, she retreated into that role- the role of the Valkyrie. She fled into fantasies of being her, taking comfort in them. It consumed her life, her very being. Whoever she was before was destroyed, completely lost. She would give anything to be the Valkyrie Wigfrid again.

And one night, a shadowy figure told her she could get to be that role. Forever. Her name in the newspapers again. Everything she'd ever wanted.

"What do you say, pal?"

...A few weeks later, she was in the newspapers as the latest in a string of disappearances.

Who next? Ah yes- Webber. THIS ONE FUCKS ME UP.

So when Webber was a little lad, his father, a scientist, received a gift from Wagstaff, something for his experiments. And whatever it was, Webber's dad was incredibly fascinated with experimenting on it.

But as a result, he sorta started... neglecting Webber. Webber wanted his dad's attention, wanted his dad to spend time with him and play with him, but his dad just... wouldn't. He was completely absorbed in his work.

Over time, Webber became furious that his dad was ignoring him. He started acting out, trying to get his father's attention in any way he could.

And one night, Webber broke into his dad's workshop, again trying to act out for his dad's attention. And when there, he tipped over the glass case holding whatever his father was experimenting on, shattering it on the ground.

But as it turned out, this thing was a spider- a massive one too, one from the Constant. And it was radiating with dark energy from its experiments, and it lunged at Webber to eat him.

But he survived.

Instead of being devoured by the spider, Webber was fused to it. Its consciousness may be in there somewhere (#system), but Webber's definitely is. But he's been turned into a humanoid spider thing.

This is the most fucked part to me. When his dad saw him, he didn't recognize him as his son. Why would he? As far as he knew, the spider had mutated. So his dad fucking chased his own son out into the night, under the assumption that he was a monster.

In the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, Webber (who btw is like ten) broke down sobbing, promised he'd be a good kid, and desperately wanted something to fix it, no matter the price.

That was when the shadowy figure started talking to him.

ANYWAY TIME FOR WOMEN'S WRONGS WITH WANDA

Wanda is an INCREDIBLY interesting character to me. Her whole conflict is basically- do you ever think about the fact that everyone is going to die one day? That no matter what we do, the passage of time will storm on, and eventually everyone you know and everyone you love will just die? That even if you don't get killed in an accident or by medical problems or through society's neglect, your body will eventually fail and crumble away? That time will eventually claim you, as it claims everyone, and you can do nothing to prevent it? That everyone and everything is already running out of time?

Sorry for giving you that existential crisis! Because Wanda's CONSTANTLY going through that. She's been running from her future for god knows how long, creating timepieces to make herself younger and prevent herself from dying of old age, and doing. Legitimate time travel!! Good for her!!

However, this doesn't come without a price. See, we've learned from Maxwell that toying with dark magic will get the Shadow Creatures hunting your gay ass down. And with how much Wanda fucks with time, she is CONSTANTLY being hunted by shadow creatures that want to kill her and take her away, to the point that her death animation has her body be pulled into the ground by shadow hands.

And one day, she was cornered. One of her timepieces was broken, the others recharging, she couldn't get away. And so she made a split second decision, trying to on the fly repair it, and what did this result in?

SHE BROKE THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM AND WAS SUCKED IN TO THE CONSTANT

(and the music in her short at that moment gives me chills don't starve together's music is so banging)

Wanda is a rare case of someone being sucked into the Constant not through someone/something tricking her or dragging her in, but through her own actions. From what we know, only one other person has done that. And he did it intentionally. But Wanda did it by complete mistake.

And her mistake resulted in her past starting to "catch up to her." Thanks to her time fuckery, she now ages twelve years every single day, and has to constantly fuck with time and deage herself in order to stay alive. She's spent years most likely terrified of the idea of aging and dying, and now she's been cursed with aging at a horrifically fast rate. It's incredibly interesting. God I love her so much she can do anything she could commit war crimes and I'd support her. Wanda Did Nothing Wrong

WANDA ALSO HAPPENS TO BE REALLY REALLY HOT LIKE UNBELIEVABLY GORGEOUS

HNHGNHBHGHBGHHHH PLEASE GOD JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE I WOULD TREAT HER RIGHT

Anyway who's next to talk about? Ah yes IT'S WORTOX TIME

Note, I'm gonna kinda start going through these faster because I'm close to the image limit and wanna tell you everything

Wortox is actually FROM the Constant. He's basically a little imp man who was best friends with. uhm. Krampus. And they'd go around playing silly pranks together! However eventually, Wortox started to realize that. Hm. Krampus's pranks are actually kinda mean. Like genuinely malicious at times. And Wortox really didn't wanna be mean, didn't wanna hurt anyone. He just wants to be silly and goofy. The prank's no fun if it actually hurts someone. So he tried to put his foot down and stop Krampus, but ended up whoopsiedaisy taking his soul and fully becoming an imp. And now he eats souls and is still silly but has just. Guilt. So much guilt.

Next up: WURT! Wurt, too, is from the Constant, and SHE'S JUST A LITTLE BABYYYYYY. SHE'S ADORABLE. I LOVE HER. She's a little Merm (fishy creature from the constant) and is pretty small and scrappy, and she hates pigs, and is vegetarian, and loves the swamp, and loves candy, and loves fairy tales, and wants to be a Merm princess. I love her she's adorable my beloved little guye

And now, WORMWOOD! Wormwood is basically a piece of rock fell down from the moon and gave a bundle of plants and vines life and he's the cutest little plant ever. He's ADORABLE. I LOVE him.

That's everyone FROM the Constant. Now let's speedrun through those who aren't from the Constant!

WICKERBOTTOM: To be completely honest she doesn't interest me that much lol. She's basically a librarian with a lotta knowledge, including knowledge of the CONSTANT, which she REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE. Anyway Willow burned down her library at the request of the Nightmare King and Wickerbottom got pulled into the Constant. By the Nightmare King

WOLFGANG: Brought him up earlier- we're not sure how exactly he got into the Constant, but he's just. He is a himbo. The quintessential himbo. He's a silly man. He loves his friends so much. He has the brawn, but no brains. No thoughts. Head empty. Pure of heart, dumb of ass. I love him.

WARLY: ohhh boy more tragedy. Cw for this point: dementia. yeah. Warly's mom had dementia, and she didn't recognize him most days. So he'd play her favorite music and cook her favorite foods in hopes that she'd recognize him. And she did, occasionally. But only occasionally. And he was so desperate for her to just know him, to remember him, to get that spark of recognition in her eyes... And around that time, he started to hear the voice on the radio.

WALTER: BABYYYY HE'S JUST A BABY HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY AND HE HAS A DOGGY AND A SLINGSHOT AND IS ALLERGIC TO BEES AND DOESN'T CARE ABOUT FASHION AND I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH

WOODIE: Woodie is an enigma. He's Canadian. He has a curse. He turns into a goose sometimes. He was forced to eat logs when he was 32. His beard might not be hair. He's canon objectum and is in a loving and healthy relationship with his axe Lucy. I love him.

here is him and lucy he goes with stanley and the bucket for number one objectum couples

If you're noticing a theme with the names: Congratulations! We've noticed it too. We have no fucking idea what it means either. Charlie's last name might start with W. Maxwell's name starts with M (upside down W) and his previous name was William. If you have a name that starts with W in the DST world you're completely fucked lmao

Anyway thatsss everyone! So I think we can move on and cover the plot! I mean, surely there's not someone I'm leaving out. Surely I have covered everyone. Surely I've talked about everyone. Surely we can move on and have full context. Surely this is not an overly long gag in order to make the inevitable person I'm leaving out's reveal hit harder.

Yyyyeah let's talk about Winona.

On April 17th, 1906, Winona's little sister Charlie vanished off the face of the planet, along with the man she was working with, the mysterious Maxwell. And Winona is three things: stubborn, determined, and willing to do anything for her family.

And so she searched for her. She refused to let Charlie's mysterious disappearance fade into obscurity, to let Charlie just vanish without a trace. She searched everywhere for her. She pulled on every thread. Tracked down every tiny clue. Questioned anyone who may have the smallest connection to the case.

For over ten years.

Finally, it started coming together. Everything was pointing to Voxola and its secretive, genius founder, Robert Wagstaff. If anyone would know anything about whatever had happened to her sister, it'd be him. So she started working there.

But not for long. Fairly soon after she did, an accident happened at the factory- a fire breaking out, and a malfunctioning portal. Wagstaff vanished that day, vanished into the Constant.

Winona refused to let him. She had searched for over a fuckin' decade for someone who could have a connection to Charlie's disappearance, and her biggest lead was right there, and she was not gonna let him just vanish like that. So armed with duct tape and her knowledge of engineering, she singlehandedly managed to repair the portal, turning it on, and-

...Whose face would appear but her beloved sister's?

Barely aged a day. Drenched in shadows. A rose in her curls.

She was disappearing into the portal, but Winona grabbed her hand, started trying to pull her back, trying to save her. She had been searching for over ten fucking years for her baby sister, and she wouldn't let her go now, refused to let her go.

But... Charlie was different. Horrifically different. And something took over her. Something with ink-black eyes and hair that moved like a shadowy flame. The monster of the night.

She pulled Winona into the Constant. The portal fell apart. Winona was presumed dead.

...

And now. I will answer a question you must've had for a while.

What the hell happened to Charlie and Maxwell?

In 1906, they were pulled into the Constant by the Codex Umbra. And Maxwell was placed on The Nightmare Throne, and given full power over the Constant. He became the Nightmare King, all-powerful ruler, chess master of the world.

Whether he wanted it or not.

Once he was sat on the Nightmare Throne, he was trapped. He couldn't get up, couldn't move from the throne, couldn't move to turn off the gramophone sitting so close to him.

He was simply sitting on the throne. Unable to be free. For eternity.

In his final speech in Adventure Mode, Maxwell says there was barely anything there when he arrived. "Just dust. And the void. And Them."

What exactly "Them" is is unknown. My personal theory, given a play telling the story from Charlie's perspective, is that "Them" is the power of the Constant. And Maxwell constantly using that power for himself angered Them. So They pulled him in, and imprisoned him on the throne. He took from Them. And in return, They now trap him.

From there, the throne- or maybe Them, or maybe the Constant itself- compelled Maxwell to pull more people into the Constant. Trap them, use them as playthings, force them to go through the wringer of everything the Constant had to offer, and eventually watch them break under its barrage of dangers and finally die.

That's what happened to everyone. How they got into the Constant. Maxwell's strategy was to communicate with someone in the real world, usually through a Voxola radio, and make a deal with them so they are dragged in. Usually they're at a low point in their life and desperate for a solution to their issues, and he gives them that.

(Interestingly, he does follow through with his promises. Just neglects to mention the whole getting-dragged-into-Constant part.)

And everyone he drags in serves their purpose, they all serve as fun playthings for a while, providing him some level of entertainment.

But he's not happy. How can he be? He's trapped in an eternal game that he cannot end. Bound by its rules that he can't bend or break. He's tried everything. Nothing has ever worked. He's trapped, for eternity. In his own words, "Even a King is bound to the board."

The Constant demands a ruler.

And he serves that role. He must drag more people into this world's trap, let it spiral in on itself forever and ever. He can't put the game to an end. He can't get off the Nightmare Throne. He can't even turn off the gramophone right next to him.

All Maxwell can do is sit on his throne, and observe whatever survivors remain, and listen to that little ragtime ditty. Forever, and ever, and ever.

And Charlie...

God. Charlie.

One heartbreaking thing about what happened to Charlie is that we still don't know exactly how it happened. With Maxwell, we can make a very strong guess- he was stuck on the Nightmare Throne, and became king of the Constant, and dragged people down with him from the real world.

But with Charlie... we know how her fate ended up. We know what she became after that. But we don't know how she went from the sweet young woman she was to... to that.

From how she tells it (in her biased view, but it's all we've got), after being dragged into the Constant, she was either grievously injured or straight-up died. But she was brought back by Them. Back to life, but not as herself.

There was something new inside her.

Now, the way canon has it, it's a split personality pop-culture-Jekyll-And-Hyde thing. However, that's fucking dumb and pretty ableist. So here, my explanation diverges from canon, because I feel it's better, and stronger writing-wise, and I am better than Klei. Here's how I personally see what happened to Charlie.

It was like a garden being taken over and destroyed by an invasive species. Like black ink seeping into a bright and colorful shirt, spreading outwards, hiding- no, destroying the colors underneath.

They gave Charlie immense power, but at a great cost. Something dark grew inside of Charlie, transforming her from the sweet young woman she'd been, into something... monstrous.

The way I see it, it wasn't a split personality thing. It was more like a virus, infecting every cell of the body and multiplying into infinity until there's nothing left. Slowly erasing who she was before, destroying her humanity and turning her into something else.

Something more.

More powerful than Charlie had ever been, than she could've ever dreamed.

In every dark shadow, Charlie is there. In every pitch-black cave, she watches you. When dusk falls, she begins to awaken. And when the moon has risen, when the stars are out, when you can barely see your own hands in the dark, she is there. Everpresent. Watching. Waiting for you to walk into her arms.

There are shadow monsters all around the Constant. But most of them can only hurt you when you've lost your mind. Charlie, though, Charlie is different. No matter how much of a grasp on yourself you have, no matter how much sanity you've held onto, she will still be able to kill you, if you're outside at night with no way to see her.

Charlie is the most powerful shadow monster of all. She is everywhere. She has been everywhere. She can be anywhere. After all, there is nowhere the dark will not eventually be. And where the dark is, she is.

Charlie is the night.

Charlie is the darkness.

Able to kill a human with a few swift blows. Unfathomably strong, unfathomably dangerous, unfathomably powerful. It's hard to believe her humanity has held on this long, considering her omnipresence. It's incredible that her mind hasn't collapsed yet.

Because her humanity has held on. The virus in her mind has consumed so much of her, yes. But she's held on. Her humanity is surviving.

However long that lasts.

You wanted to know what happened to Maxwell and Charlie.

This. This is what happened.

Maxwell was imprisoned on the Nightmare Throne. Charlie was turned into the Night Monster. Both gained unfathomable power.

And both are trapped by it.

AND NOW. AFTER ALL OF THAT. WE FINALLY GET TO THE ACTUAL PLOT OF THE FUCKING GAME.

The year? Somewhere in the 1920s. The man? Wilson Percival Higgsbury. Lover of puns. Hater of spiders. Has a skeleton under his floorboards for some reason (skeleton might be wx-78's old body). Guy with the weirdest hair ever. Wannabe scientist who's terrible at science. The very first shot we see him in he blows himself up

He's a complete dumbass and he has stupid hair and he makes dumb puns and he's pathetic and he's in his thirties and he knows how to do amputations (according to him). What more could one want in a man. He's insanely confident in himself and has this attitude where he can do anything, when really he's kinda in over his head. He's a bit of a fool and he's got a good heart and a cheerful spirit. Not to mention he's wearing a vest, which in the rule of fiction means he's trans according to me and me alone.

So he's sad about his experiments always going wrong and he also sits down on a chair that looks like a throne hope that's not foreshadowing anything. Anyway Wilson's just like "Oh Voxola radio I'm just feeling real low" and his Voxola radio is like "SAY PAL I CAN GIVE FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE" and Wilson's like "Oh shit for real???" This is exactly what happened don't fact check this

So Maxwell hijacks his Voxola radio to be like "Hey hey hey you wanna do science shit right. Well guess what I can give you knowledge if you think you're ready." Wilson, of course, jumps at the chance, and Maxwell instructs him to create a machine of sorts. And Wilson works tirelessly away at it for some time, including SLICING HIS WHOLE HAND OPEN TO GET ONE DROP OF BLOOD, BECAUSE HE'S SO UNBELIEVABLY DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM

Anyway, Wilson throws the switch, thunder crashes, Maxwell laughs evilly, and

OH NOW YOU'RE JUST SHOWING OFF ANIMATORS

(seriously the don't starve animation and artstyle is so charming i love it. i think the framerate of the characters' animation should be lower again and the sketchiness should be more visible tho it was so much more charming than ultra smooth in my opinion)

Anyways, Wilson gets dragged into the Constant and cements himself as the greatest isekai protagonist of them all. Somehow he keeps his fairly cheerful attitude even when going through The Horrors, which is so very silly of him. He makes dumbass puns. He calls evergreen trees "piney." He hates spiders. His one perk is growing a magnificent beard. I love him. So much. He's not the deepest character, but god DAMN if he isn't endearing and lovable and so very silly.

So that- ALL OF THAT- is the setup to Don't Starve. From there on out, the plot goeth thusly:

CHAPTER ZERO, SANDBOX MODE. Maxwell greets Wilson like "Say, pal, you don't look so good," and proceeds to fuck off to watch Wilson go through it. Wilson however is a stubborn bastard who refuses to die and will literally make meat effigies of himself to not do so.

...actually that's really interesting. Hey wait that's really interesting. HEY DST FANFIC WRITERS ARE YOU UTILIZING WILSON'S STUBBORNNESS TO NOT GET KILLED TO THE POINT WHERE HE BUILDS EFFIGIES OF HIMSELF TO REVIVE HIMSELF IN YOUR FANFICTIONS BECAUSE THAT'S REALLY INTERESTING. "BUT IT REFUSED" LOOKIN ASS

UHHHH ANYWAY. THAT'S A PRETTY INTERESTING INSIGHT INTO WILSON I JUST FIGURED OUT. GO USE IT WRITERS.

So eventually, Wilson finds the scattered pieces of a portal Maxwell has, and activates it, getting dragged into Adventure Mode. LET'S GOOOOO

CHAPTER ONE, A COLD RECEPTION. And I should note here- the chapters are not in order, the order can get shuffled around. I'm gonna present them all though because it's funny.

So Maxwell is like "Wow :/ you're a dumbass :/ you REALLY think you woulda learned your lesson about activating mysterious portals :/ Anyway the seasons will be changing very fast now good luck" which is prrobably a nightmare for the ecosystem but what ever Anyway Wilson's stubborn ass doesn't die.

CHAPTER TWO, KING OF WINTER. Maxwell sends Wilson into eternal winter because he's being annoying. However, Wilson's stubborn ass STILL REFUSES TO DIE. And thus he continues.

CHAPTER THREE, THE GAME IS AFOOT! Maxwell is like "Uhm. Pal. Buddy. Why are you still alive. Please stop going onwards" and tries to feed Wilson to hounds. Wilson's silly ass is not fed to the hounds though because he is too silly.

Now. In Chapter Three, there's a chance you may find a strange setpiece, where there are these clockwork statues, trapping a strange mime. Creatures and gentlemen, allow me introduce you to the FUNNIEST FUCKING CHARACTER in Don't Starve. Wes.

Now, where do we begin with Wes? Well, let us begin with his backstory. His whole life has been plagued by a hilarious string of bad luck. He's French. He has the worst luck. He would get pied in the face. When he bites into a crepe all the filling falls out. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. He is a silly and sad clown mime man. And yet, he simply dedicates himself to making everyone happy.

Now, how would a silly little failure such as Wes get into the Constant? Hilariously, of course. You see, he was buying a crepe one day and gave half of it to a silly monkey guye when he saw a little girl drop her doll from a window and tried to return it to her with a balloon but the wind blew the balloon away and he chased it all throughout the town and saw it'd gotten stuck on a clothesline and managed to balance on the clothesline to get it but unfortunately the clothesline snapped and Wes fell down though he managed to grab the balloon and save a falling nest of eggs and was chased by crows while trying to get the girl's doll to her and he ran into an alleyway where he accidentally knocked someone else out of the way of getting dragged into the Constant and Maxwell accidentally getting Wes pissed him off SO MUCH that he put him in a special prison just for him and Waxwell's quote upon seeing the imprisoned Wes is "He displeased me."

I mean it when I say that Wes is one of the funniest characters in the entire game. In fact, you go through all the trouble of saving him from the prison, and when you do, he immediately DIES, and you unlock him as a character, and he has the WORST STATS IN THE GAME. His hunger drains hilariously fast. His attacks are laughably weak. His only special power is balloons that do nothing but cost him sanity. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone

okay anyway you free wes and go onwards

CHAPTER FOUR, ARCHIPELAGO. Maxwell is like "UM. BITCH. PAL. TURN BACK. OR I MAY HAVE TO MURDER YOU TO DEATH EVEN MORE." However Maxwell has clearly not realized that Wilson is so stubborn that he will BUILD MEAT EFFIGIES OF HIMSELF SO THAT HE'LL JUST REVIVE FROM THE DEAD. GOD THAT'S SUCH A FASCINATING INSIGHT INTO HIS CHARACTER MAN JUST REFUSES TO DIE

Anyway Wilson goes onwards. CHATER FIVE, TWO WORLDS. Maxwell's actually nice to Wilson for a sec like "Heyyy :) Say pal :) Friend :) My best friend Wilson Percival Higgsbury :) Let's make a deal :) Here :) I made you a lovely little island :) Special for you :) It's got food :) And pigs :) And gold :) And whatever you need :) You can settle down here :) Have a life :) Just PLEASE :)) you ANNOYING BITCH :)) can you GIMME A TRUCE :)) and PLEASE :))) STOP :))) GOING :))) ONWARDS :))) I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD :))) :)))"

Wilson does not stop going onwards

CHAPTER SIX. DARKNESS. Maxwell is PIIIIIIISSED, like "BITCH. YOU BITCH. YOU TINY PITIFUL INSIGNIFICANT BITCH. I AM GOD. PLEASE DIE." And so he sends Wilson into a world he will surely not survive- a world of eternal night. Surely, with Charlie all around, with Charlie being the literal night monster who I feel an immense sense of grief over, surely Wilson will not survive this. Surely Wilson will die of darkness. Surely.

But as I have been stressing, Wilson is stubborn. He refused to give up on his dream of doing science even when it was clear he was bad at it. He refused to sit back and let Maxwell win by staying in the world Max made for him. He is so stubborn he refuses to die, making effigies of himself so he can resurrect from death. Wilson is the most stubborn bastard you've ever fucking met.

If Wilson decides that he will make it through something, then by god, he will make it through.

And he does.

Epilogue: Checkmate.

After all his struggle, Wilson finally, finally gets to Maxwell, to the man who's tormented him this whole time.

Only to discover him. Trapped on the throne. The all-powerful king, and he is weak. Pitiful. Listening to a hellish ragtime melody that won't stop repeating, over, and over, and over.

You can turn off the gramophone. He thanks you, saying he's been listening to that song for an eternity.

Maxwell has this honestly excellent speech about what happened to him. How They changed him over time. How he's completely powerless, despite being in control of everything. He mentions how time moves differently in the Constant, which is a really nice touch- it's not specified how it moves differently, letting the soft magic of the Constant stay soft. We just know it moves differently. How so is left up to us.

Wilson takes pity on the Nightmare King, and unlocks the Nightmare Throne. And Maxwell stands up, stands for the first time in an eternity, pure happiness on his face, free of the Nightmare Throne, getting up for the first time in god knows how long-

...And he screams, his body rotting away into a skeleton, before he crumbles to dust.

After everything, he just fucking dies.

...The Constant demands a ruler. And well, it's got a lovely candidate right there.

Shadowy hands erupt from the ground, grabbing Wilson. Lightning strikes where the Nightmare Throne was, building a new one, and Wilson is dragged onto it as the gramophone resumes. The new Nightmare King of the Constant.

Ruler of everything, trapped forever, with no control, listening to that hellish song.

Honestly, watch this playthrough of Checkmate. It really captures how just amazing this end is. (amazing = horribly fucked)

There's something so utterly horrific about how Wilson is dragged onto the throne after watching Maxwell rot into a skeleton and turn to dust, only for the ragtime melody to resume.

This end is already horrifying to watch. But the music resuming, refusing to stop, is what turns it into a pure nightmare for me.

A melody of eternal torment, never to break. No matter what.

The cycle continues. More will be dragged into this trap, right? And Wilson has become trapped. He can't move. Can't turn off that stupid fucking gramophone.

Doomed to the same fate as Maxwell. To sit there for god knows how long, as They watch him, until someone else frees him and he dies, trapping them.

Right?

..................

SO TURNS OUT YOUR BODY ROTTING AWAY INTO A SKELETON AND TURNING TO DUST IS LESS DEADLY THAN ONE MAY HAVE THOUGHT, BECAUSE MAXWELL IS STILL ALIVE. SOMEHOW. APPARENTLY.

Anyway so Maxwell's alive. Falls out of the sky into the Constant, still got the Codex Umbra, but is no longer all powerful. He learns this upon getting ambushed by a gang of Creatures and realizes he is powerless, and immediately does the brave thing and runs away like a little baby

Anyway night is FALLING and Charlie will wake up soon. And Charlie fucking HAAAATES Maxwell. She HATES him. DESPISES him. And honestly? GIRL'S VALID. Maxwell turned her into The Shadow Creature, hating him is completely fair. And yeah Maxwell's got guilt over the fact that he did that to her. BUT LIKE. HE STILL DID DO THAT TO HER.

Anyways, Maxwell sees smoke in the distance. And where there be smoke, there be fire, which he needs if he is to Not Die. And so he makes his way over.

btw this part is told through a fantastic comic here it is

So he gets to the fire and OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE

BITCH JUST. DOES NOT DIE. MAN GOT OFF THE NIGHTMARE THRONE. SOMEHOW. STUBBORN FUCKING BASTARD. THIS GUY MADE MEAT EFFIGIES TO CHEAT DEATH, PERSISTED PAST SEVERAL HORRIBLE TRIALS TO TRY AND GET TO MAXWELL, GOT STUCK ON THE NIGHTMARE THRONE, AND IS STILL KICKING. KING SHIT. FRISK KINNIE. DETERMINATION SOUL. UNDERTALE

Anyway Maxwell is like hmmm maybe it is best to not approach the guy i tried to feed to hounds and tries to leave but the idiot steps on a branch because of course he does. Wilson assumes it is a Creature and grabs his axe to Kill, only to discover it is not a creature and is instead Maxwell. (who ig is a type of creature)

AND UPON DISCOVERING IT IS MAXWELL, HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES AND STARTS TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. WHICH IS HILARIOUS GOOD FOR HIM GO WHITE BOY GO KILL HIM

Anyway shadow hands put out Wilson's fire which freaks him out because of The Creature (charlie), so they run over and get the fire started up again. And unfortunately, the two must team up in order to not die. Look how thrilled they are about this arrangement

Anyway there's these panels that together are absolutely HILARIOUS of Maxwell and Wilson just sitting there glaring at the firepit over several time periods. I understand it's probably meant to show several days passing, however I find it funny to interpret it as "they just sat there glaring at the firepit not saying anything to each other for a whole day" because it's objectively hilarious.

Anyway Wilson offers Maxwell food since they're stuck together they should make sure neither of them die and he's like "Hey didn't you Die. You Died. Like turned to dust. In front of me. I saw it" AND MAXWELL'S PRETTY MUCH LIKE "death is a social construct. how did you get freed from the scary throne and how come i didn't think of it sooner"

And so Wilson explains. See, Wilson was freed from the Nightmare Throne, but he didn't manage to get off of the throne through his own sheer force of will (shockingly enough for this stubborn bitch).

He was freed by Charlie.

For her own reasons, she let Wilson out of the throne and let him free. But she also took all the powers he might have had as the Nightmare King, rendering him the ordinary survivor he was before he was trapped (though many people give him claws and/or blackened hands as a result of the nightmare throne which i find to be very cool and awesome). Charlie sent Wilson back to the Constant and Definitely Nothing Happened With Her And The Throne Afterwards Please Believe Me I Would Never Lie About Anything

So a little bit later, Wilson and Maxwell start trying to build a portal, most likely to actually get out of the Constant, since GOOD FUCKING LORD. That, or to connect to the other survivors in the Constant, which also makes sense! Pooling together the knowledge from the Codex Umbra and Wilson's own blueprints, they manage to build said portal.

The survivors manage to get to them.

Before the portal is destroyed and reshaped.

Shadow hands erupt out of the ground, pulling pieces of it into the ground, black thorny vines wrap around it, the wood is replaced with marble, shadowy flames erupt out of it, red curtains on top, making it resemble a stage.

And all around it grow roses.

The Florid Pastern is created, and above all of them, they see a strange apparition in the sky.

The Constant demands a ruler.

And Charlie, absorbing Wilson's power as the Nightmare King, became that. The monstrous part of her, the part that is cruel and dark, the shadow monster of the night that demands to be fed with hot blood and flesh, fused itself with whatever scraps of her humanity and kindness that'd not been fully consumed.

She became the virus in her mind, fused with it, merged into a whole being, rather than a fractured one.

The Shadow Queen of the Constant.

also here's an exhausted looking Wilson good lord when was the last time he SLEPT

ALSO. BEFORE I FINISH OFF. LET ME TALK ABOUT CHARLIE'S SILLY PLAY.

In Don't Starve Together, you can find a stage, with costumes for you to act in. If you put on the right costumes and choose to start acting, shadow hands briefly control you, and you start acting out a story that is pretty obviously a thinly veiled allegory for the events of Don't Starve.

Charlie is cast in the role of the Doll, and later The Queen. Winona is in the role of the Blacksmith. Maxwell is cast in the role of the King. We THINK that Them is cast in the role of the Mirror. And Wilson- I'LL GET TO WILSON.

What's interesting about this play is how obviously biased it is. The King is cast as an obviously evil man, hoarding magic to himself, shattering the Mirror and taking its power away. I mentioned this earlier- the Blacksmith loves the Doll dearly, but loves her too much, and puts her in a suit of armor that is protective, yes, but is so heavy she can't move, which god damn if that's not an effective metaphor for overcontrolling overprotective siblings.

The insight into Charlie's motives is also interesting- it's shown that the reason she didn't take Maxwell off the throne (aside from maybe spite and wanting to see him hurt which good for her) was because she legitimately didn't know where he was. And she sorta followed Wilson as he traveled so she could find the throne.

And more interestingly- Charlie is an unreliable narrator here, so her perspective is to be taken with a grain of salt, but- according to her, Charlie's motivations are to heal Them. They're broken currently, according to her, and They gave her the power she has now. And she wants to repay Them for what They've given her. Which is INCREDIBLY interesting.

AND. THE FUNNIEST PART ABOUT THIS PLAY. IS WILSON.

So, everyone's cast in different roles, right? Charlie's the Doll, Winona's the Blacksmith, Maxwell's the King, and the Mirror is probably Them, right?

WELL. WILSON. IS CAST IN THE ROLE OF "THE FOOL." HE'S CAST AS SOME FUCKIN DUMBASS WHO ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKS THE KING OFF HIS THRONE AND KILLS HIM BY MISTAKE. AND IT'S ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS.

What's funnier is that WILSON HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT. Winona comments on the scene where Charlie casts her as suffocatingly overprotective, saying "Is there something you wanna tell me, sis?" Maxwell comments on the scene where the Doll finds the Mirror, asking if this is how she really sees him and remembers what happened.

BUT WILSON. HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT BEING CAST AS "THE FUCKING IDIOT DUMBASS WHO TRIPPED OVER HIMSELF AND KILLED THE KING ON ACCIDENT WITH HIS MERRY FOOLERY." Meaning either he DOESN'T realize that's meant to be him, he DOES realize and is just silently fuming, or he DOES realize and just ACCEPTS IT. Like "okay yeah fair." No matter how you slice it, HILARIOUS.

Anyway, here's the play, it's an interesting watch and the video's only 15 minutes long.

god the fool costume even looks like wilson if his hair was looser

Aaaaand that's the lore thus far! There's other stuff that's happened- Charlie got a new outfit and became EVEN MORE beautiful, Wagstaff is a hologram, Maxwell teamed up with Charlie as a double agent which I think was a stupid writing decision because I don't feel it makes sense for Charlie but Fine Whatever I don't care Encore isn't canon to me I'm resisting a full rant about this, Wilson has a skeleton under his floorboards, something else may be trying to get people into the Constant, Wilson looks tired as shit, WX ripped out their heart because feeling emotions was painful I'm not over that short I'll never be over it ever and don't get me started on how Don't Starve feels like it has this intense unending grief woven throughout it and

Uhm. Anyway. I'm normal. I'm SO sorry this got this long my beams got me. This is 8k words long and I spent the whole time listening to Ragtime (the song that plays on the gramophone that maxwell had to listen to for eternity)

#asks #dst #don't starve #long post #cassie rambles #i did not mean for thsi post to get THIS LONG good jesus christ

[whumpcloud]

Things End | People Change - Not Dangerous

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, dehumanisation, muzzled whumpee, disassociation, burning, whumpee believing they deserve it, begging

"So you're still going to hurt him?" Cai signs.

Clary nods. "It's just not… worth it, right now. He already thinks I'm going to hurt him every time I move. I want to make him scared of me, it's- it's the least I deserve."

"I understand." Cai bites his lip. "I'm worried about you being here alone with him."

"You can stay over if you want," Clary shrugs.

"Are you okay?" Cai asks.

"I don't know."

It's only been a few hours, but Clary's already having second thoughts. She thinks she's hiding it well, but her twin knows her better than that, and he briefly squeezes her hand.

"He deserves it," Cai signs.

Does he? He's been hurt so badly already. But Clary can fucking feel him, hands around her throat to hold her still, and she wants to hear his dusty bones crack underneath her fingers.

"You don't have to go near him." Cai grabs the blood bag that Clary asked him to bring. "I'll feed him."

"Thanks," she mumbles. "Don't… don't be a dick to him."

"I'll try, but no promises."

—

Vincent wraps the blankets around himself. Blankets. He hasn't touched a single soft thing since being captured. And Clary, Clary was kind enough to give him blankets.

He doesn't care what she does to him. He'd deserve it, every bit of it, even if she took a knife and cut his mangled body to shreds. He'd take it gratefully, another reminder of what he is. He's had so many, but if they stop, he might hurt someone again. He'll always hurt people. That's what monsters like him do.

He's still not quite… present. He never is, not with the muzzle strapped to his face. Part of him seems to leave his body, floating in his sea of consciousness. Perhaps that's why the hunters liked to keep the muzzle on him. It made him so much less able to resist. At least at first. Now even the idea of resisting makes him shiver.

Vincent jumps as the deadbolt grinds against the door. He scrambles off the bed and onto his knees. All he needs to do is be at her mercy.

It isn't Clary. It's someone else, someone who looks so similar Vincent has to assume it's her twin. The twin eyes him warily. I'm not dangerous, Vincent pleads silently, I'll never hurt her again.

Vincent flinches away as the twin - Cai, his name was Cai - crouches down in front of him. Cai has something in his hand.

Vincent didn't smell it. It must be sealed. But it's a bag of blood, and Vincent is suddenly ravenous.

Cai smirks, and lifts the bag up, seeming to delight in how Vincent's eyes have locked on, following it desperately. Vincent whines. He wants it, needs it, has to force himself to stay still. This is just torment, isn't it? He can't imagine this is worse than whatever Cai would do to him if he tried to take it.

He whines again. Please. He doesn't care if he has to pay for it later.

Cai snaps his fingers at Vincent to force the vampire to pay attention to him, then waves his hands. Vincent stares blankly. Clary once said her twin was mostly mute, didn't she? But Vincent doesn't know hand languages.

Cai suddenly grabs Vincent by his filthy shirt and pulls him close.

"If I take this muzzle off and you bite," Cai says, in a weak, breathy voice, "I'll rip out your fangs myself, bloodsucker. Got that?"

Vincent whimpers and nods.

He sort of wishes it was Clary taking off the muzzle. Selfish creature. But he missed her. As much as he hurt her, in the brightest days where he was nothing but an object of suffering, he tried to imagine her voice. She was all he had.

His skin peels. Layers come off with the muzzle. He can't remember how long it's been on. Everything blurs together, but the deep grooves in his face suggest it must have been a while. He didn't feel the pain. Silver burns were the first thing he got used to.

Cai doesn't react. In fact, he does nothing more than fling it to the side and shove the bag at Vincent's mouth before he has a chance to speak.

The hunger is more powerful than Vincent's desire to beg while he's still allowed his voice, and he nearly melts. Nothing has ever tasted so good, even though it's animal blood that would've made him sick before he understood that he was just a worthless thing.

Cai laughs at him, how desperately and quickly he swallows the blood and drops the bag in front of him. He's still starving, but it's the first time he's fed in… in…

Cai doesn't take his eyes off Vincent to grab the muzzle.

"W-Wait," Vincent whispers. "Please don't put the muzzle back on yet. Please."

"Why not?" Cai asks.

"I need to speak with Clary," Vincent begs. "Please. Sh- She can stand at the door. I just need to see her."

"I don't care." Cai wheezes for a moment, then swallows. "You're fucking delusional if you think I'll let you near her."

"Please, it'll-"

Cai grabs Vincent by the throat. "Clary might be afraid of you, but I'm not. Keep begging and I'll give you a reason to."

Vincent nods quickly. However weak Cai's voice is, Vincent can't afford to not believe the threat. He won't ruin this already. They could take any of this away from him. They could take the bed, lock him in a room with windows, restrain him in the silver cuffs that Vincent knows Cai has hidden in his pocket because Vincent's skin prickles when Cai turns.

"Thank you for feeding me," Vincent murmurs.

Cai pauses. "I've stayed up with her all night, too many times to count. You know why?"

"Because of me," Vincent whispers.

"Because of you." Cai wraps the muzzle around Vincent's face. He doesn't tie it, just presses the silver into the vampire's skin. "She thought you would rip her throat out. I can't imagine you know what that's like."

No, he doesn't. Vincent has begged for death, over and over again, but nobody ever granted him that mercy. Clary has lived in fear of him for however long it's been and the fact that he can't remember is both an ache and a reminder of how truly inhuman he's always been. If he cared about her, like he convinced himself he did back then, he would know.

"Whatever happened to make you this pathetic," Cai spits, "you deserved every bit of it."

"I know," Vincent whispers.

Cai ties the muzzle as tightly as he can, and leaves Vincent on the floor. The awareness Vincent had dives back down, and all he wants is to wrap back up in the blankets and heal.

#polly's prose #clary nikitin #cai nikitin #vincent maddox #vampire whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #vincent and clary are both unreliable in terms of memory and narration and i love that for them. #things end | people change

[feral-and-or-horny]

more breeding trials? 👀👀

The next trial has me strapped onto a breeding mount. Ive stopped bothering with questions by now, knowing I'll only be answered with laughter or teasing, but I still try to eavesdrop. I learn little, other than that they expect I'll be able to hand a couple more experiments today after this one. I decide to simply relax, knowing better than to panic at the pack of information. Some of the creatures seem to enjoy when I panic, with how it makes my body tense and tighten around them and gives them an excuss to force me roughly against the ground.

"So thats the one Im using?" I assume the woman I hear is another doctor, one who's going to take advantage of the lack of witnesses who care.

"It is," another one answers her, "she's handled plenty before, so Im sure she'll take you without too much trouble." Two fingers press into my pussy, pushing deep until her fingertips brush my cervix.

"It's not deep enough," the first woman sighs.

"She can handle some force. She's done it often enough now, we stretch her to her limit almost daily." The other doctor sounds proud as she reports my progress, "besides, wont such a tight fit feel good?"

The first woman curls her fingers inside me, not answering as she slowly works her fingers inside me. "Alright, I'll use it." She wipes her fingers on my thigh, and I feel her body weight settle against my back, warm and soft and heavy. When I see the hooved legs bracing on either side of me, I realize she's not another doctor, and the massive cock brushing against my ass is all the more proof.

The doctor who was talking to her walks around me, and i catch the word "centaur" on her clip board. I think, briefly, that being used by a more humanoid creature might be a good thing, perhaps she'll be gentle, she was comcerned that she was too big for me after all, so maybe–

My mind goes blank as she bottoms out in me on the first thrust, my vision going white and my breath leaving my lungs for a long second. When I can think again, I know the centaur woman wont be gentle. The doctors may have seen me as nothing but a breeding whore, but at least they recognized some previous humanity in me, thats where their delight in using me came from. But the centaur woman? I was a thing to empty her cock into, as feeling as the breeding mount I'd been strapped to.

Her hand gripped the back of my head for leverage, pressing me into the thick material of the mount as she fucked me, her cock struggling fo bulge through my stomach where it rested on the mount. Each thrust came with brutal force, without a bit of hesitation or mercy, her only interest was cumming. When she came, it was overwhelming, torrents of hot cum filling my womb and leaving me choking on the shock.

"Im not done, can I use it's other hole?" The centaur woman asked already rubbing her cock against my ass.

"Thats fine," one of the doctors answered, "just give us a second to prepare her." A few of them walked behind me, and fingers covered in cold lube began stretching my hole. I tried to beg, to tell them I couldn't take it, but I was ignored. Slowly, I felt her cock begin to push slowly into my ass, still accompanied by fingers helping to stretch me open.

The doctors finally leave her, and the centaur woman grips my shoulders to fuck me properly herself. I keep begging, telling her and to doctors that I can take it, she's too big, her cock is going to break me, but the longer I beg, the more excited the doctors look.

When she cums this time, i think i might pass out. I can feel it pooling deep inside me, overflowing my tight body, and gushing out when the centaur woman pulled out, giving my ass an almost affectionate pat as she left.

"We'll just keep her strapped in, there's no point in getting her down when something else is just gonna fuck her again," one of the doctors says, "clean her up for the next trial."

#i have 3 others actually planned #they just take a while to type out #my answer #breeding trials

[foodlesoodlesdoodles]

i would love to know more about ur jjba ocs :D

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ AN EXCUSE TO YAP . GODSPEED BELOVED CITIZEN. FOR SPACING I MAY HAVE TO DO A MULTI PART BUT I THINK ILL START WITH THE OGS. Honestly I wouldn’t mind an input about which one to clarify about,,,,, also Godspeed because you did this anon off which I could never be brave enough to do (positive) OKAY OKAY SO.

The Primary setting is Diamond Is Unbreakable. Featuring my favorite four gay college aged losers.

JOUJIROU HANABUSA is, quite obviously, yet another illegitimate child of a certain old man. 20 years old and studying to become essentially a professional bug researcher? She was actually made separate from the entire groups theming. She’s kindhearted and struggles to stand up for herself or take things serious, as she feels great remorse for who she was previous to college. She used to be a big hothead boy (‼️TRANSFEM BTW) who was the classic archetype of kid having a rough time at home (or at this case, lack thereof as she was in the foster system at a very small age) and took it out on other people. She struggles with feeling like she’s constantly left out or behind, which emphasizes itself when shit kicks into high gear in the story. (AU pictured briefly here where Joseph finds her at 11 and takes her to be apart of the family)

This kind of reputation proceeds her in the small town, and as such she’s become much more withdrawn and introverted. She left for a period of time as to help her adoptive father on business trips. After which, she came across her little half brother after he accidentally bumped into her while she was frozen looking at a millipede on a streetlight. They didn’t like eachother at first! But brother, once the moms found out it was OVER.

Her stand is The Seven Plagues of Egypt, a very odd place for a stand such as this! But that’s sort of her whole point, she’s sort of an echo of someone she never knew and the issues resulting sort of warping her life and behavior forever unintentionally. (Fun fact: she was 11 when the SDC arc happened!) her stand itself is disturbing and odd, manifesting itself not just out of the material it controls (locusts, fire, blood, etc etc) but also her own internal issues.

The stand itself is crazy, but it’s in the hands of a person who never wants to hurt anyone. Her favorite bugs are of course locusts, having certain earrings and a ponytail holder resembling the insect. It’s range is rather questionable, as Seven Plagues did fuck up— Y’know— Egypt. Or at least a wide range. I don’t have an exact number, as it’s very hard to pin down! She sees through the eyes of the locusts, and can pretty much go anywhere with it even though she can’t use her abilities through the bug outside of a certain radius.

Speaking of, as to how she takes damage— a lot of her stand is multiple organisms in hordes, and she often uses these creatures passively. Whether it be one or 30 all hidden around the room to listen and watch. They appear as small cuts on her body whenever they die, which is HIGHLY annoying for her. (and, newsflash: she DOES get headaches from being rattled around in a jar)

(AU pictured briefly here where Joseph finds her at 11 and takes her to be apart of the family part 2) I’ve tried drawing it only a handful of times once before, but I do struggle to capture it in a way I like. I have far better sketches I know I’ve deleted but can find! But I’d rather not accidentally delete all of this as I’m on mobile.

Her SCARRING is something very important, as it actually doesn’t come from her hurting herself! It’s a close call with Yoshikage Kira, and brother she FELL for that damsel in distress act he put up and he GOT her ass. Luckily he was on the run so she didn’t have to worry about any extra shit, but needless to say her persistent belief in the goodwill of others gets her in trouble. (I am totally certain this won’t happen a second time with a pink haired man who has some weird shit goin on)

This is the most RECENT but UNFINISHED mapping of her scars, body and shape. As you can tell I made the center of the blast sort of blister into a star mark. She gets more later, but as of right now we’re focused on part 4 Jouji. This obviously fucked her up big time, destroyed any feel in that side of her body and definitely needed several surgeries, medications and a cane. Her eye technically survived but it’s very piss poor vision on her other side.

She functions poorly in serious social situations, often opting to do bits or try to lighten up the mood. Though she can hold her own close range as well as a regular buff ass 6’6 woman can, she doesn’t often resort to that unless it’s protective. She at least knows how to try her best in situations where people need support or feel isolated, as she knows those kinds of feelings well and tries to befriend people through food and gifts. This is actually why all of her friends came not from college, but from the cafe Norman works at!

LASTLY, she warms up to her new dad rather quickly! She’s an adult, and she tries to reassure him he couldn’t have known she or her brother were born. (“Though, did you HAVE to cheat on your wife? I mean, thanks for the life and all…… but jeez, dude— TWICE? at your age? Damnn….”) she can’t help but wonder if somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows what her mom is like. who she is. She was left alone in Morioh at like 5, and doesn’t remember her twin brother. (And never learns of him until far, far, FAR later.) She just wants to know why she was left behind, and the only one to be. (It was the destructiveness of her stand, and for a assumedly standless mother— it was far too much to handle. So she took the other less exhausting son.)

Though…….. if she were smaller it would NOT be the case.

#oodles talks #oodles rambles #oc rambles #oc art #jojo oc #not tagging Diavolo here as I’d hate to clog up the tag and this ain’t about him #Yoshikage Kira too even though he’s more heavily mentioned. #jjba part 4 oc #jjba #oc #art #TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!! #sorry I put images in between blocks of text to break it up. it makes it easier to digest to me. #Jouji Hanabusa #also HOLLY I LOVE YOU HOLLY #I’ve drawn her like twice but girl I love you #that turquoise eye gene is PREVELENT #NEXT UP IS THE MOST NORMAL MAN EVER NORMAN LETS GO NORMAN #Joseph Joestar #<< yeah fuck it I’ll tag him

[sadboyeddie]

Love At First Bite Part 2

October 18th: Vampire!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eddie has plans

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) blood, violence, smut, biting, somnophilia

A/N: I gotta be up for work in three hours lmaoooo kill me pls

3.4k Words

Masterlist

You sit on your bed flicking through an old 80s magazine while humming a soft tune to kill time.

You’re not sure how much time has passed since you arrived in this nightmare town but you’re sure it’s been at least a few weeks.

Eddie has gone out to replenish the food stock with his friends. You’ve only met Steve, though briefly, as he only visited to check up on Eddie. He remained on the porch and under the glow of the dim lights you swore his brown eyes shined yellow for a moment, the image reminding you of the similar eyes you saw glowing in the darkness at the fork in the road.

Eddie was quick to send Steve away, his voice was a little forceful as he hid you behind him as much as he could while addressing the younger man.

A few days after arriving at the house — mini mansion? — the creatures got bored and left, every now and again you’ll see them moving through the streets and at the tree line but they’ve seem to lost interest in you.

Thankfully.

“What tune is that?” Eddie’s voice is soft as he stands in the entryway watching you.

Your eyes snap up to meet his and an automatic smile graces your lips at his presence.

“‘It’s Been a Long, Long Time’: Harry James,” you place the magazine on the beside table, “it was one of my Grandma’s favourites.”

“Old school,” he smirks as he walks towards the mattress and you let out a playful scoff.

“Did you get what you needed?” You asks as he slides up beside you at the head of the bed.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, “did you keep yourself busy?”

You shrug, admittedly it’s been a little boring but it’s better then being outside with the creatures.

You lean into Eddie’s side and he automatically opens his arms and welcomes you into an embrace. You smile as the chill of his body washes over you, finally used to the extreme temperature difference between you.

Honestly, you never saw yourself cozying up with a vampire but then again you never seen yourself getting kidnapped and placed in a fucked up death arena.

Eddie starts to absentmindedly rub your arms and you slump more into his hold, you let out a small yawn as you feel yourself drifting off into unconsciousness.

Even when you fall asleep Eddie can’t find himself to let you go.

You’ve reignited a flame in him that he thought for sure had been permanently snuffed out decades ago, but for the first time in almost forty years he feels his heart beat.

He remembers back to a conversation he had once with his Uncle Wayne when he was a boy:

“How come you’re not married, Wayne?” Thirteen year old Eddie asked as he washed the dishes.

The deep chuckle of his uncle can be heard from behind him as he dried a plate and put it away.

“I almost was… once,” his voice is deep but there’s a sadness there.

Eddie, ever the curious boy, couldn’t help but ask, “what happened?”

“She… uh… she died,” Wayne grabbed a wet bowl and rolled his eyes at the shitty job his nephew is doing at washing the dishes as he scraped his nail against the stiff crumb.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie’s voice is soft, referring to the statement not the dish.

A heavy silence fills the room, the only sounds coming from the gentle splashes of the water.

“How long ago?” Eddie’s curiosity will probably get him killed one day.

“About ten years,” he leans back against the counter and waits for Eddie to finish cleaning the cutlery.

“You never dated anyone else?” He pulled the plug and watched as the water spiralled down the drain.

“Nah,” Wayne’s voice is gruff and a little distant, “she was the only one for me,” he paused, “… my soulmate.”

Eddie scrunched up his face and turned to his uncle, “you believe in soulmates?”

“F’course!” Wayne smiled at the small boy, “one perfect person for everyone.”

“How do you know you’ve met your soulmate?”

“You’ll feel complete,” Wayne chuckled at the scrunch in Eddie’s face, “two halves of the one soul coming together,” Wayne held up his two index fingers and mimed them moving towards each other before linking, “you’ll feel full.”

A beat of silence filled the kitchenette in the trailer as Eddie comprehends what Wayne was saying.

“Does everyone have a soulmate?” His voice is small, worried.

“Yes, I believe so,” Wayne pushed himself off the counter, “though I think not everyone meets their soulmate,” that makes Eddie deflate a little, “at least not in this life time.” Wayne exited the kitchen, leaving the rest of the dishes to air dry while Eddie remained and thought over the conversation.

He’s brought back to the present when you let out a small whimper in his arms, he moves you slightly until you’re both laying on the bed with you resting the majority of your body on top of his.

His vampire strength does come in handy every now and again.

In this new position, with your head on his chest, he can play with the soft tendrils of your hair.

On the first day after he fed you he showed you to the bathroom so you could shower off all the gunk and dried blood.

Time has no meaning to Eddie anymore, he gave up counting minutes, hours, days, weeks, shortly after becoming immortal, why bother counting when time is endless?

You let out another whimper and Eddie presses his hand firmly to your back and rubs soothing motions hoping it calms you down, he knows that you’re probably suffering some trauma from recent events.

He had made a promise that he will limit himself from invading your privacy and only do it when necessary or given explicit permission, but he admits it’s been kind of hard not to look into your mind.

Sometimes your thoughts are just there and he doesn’t need to invade your mind. You think very loudly. But he promised never to enter your private personal thoughts, thoughts that you have stashed away.

Your breathing comes out harsh against his neck and your body twitches against him, he fully believes it’s another nightmare, you’ve had a few, until you let out a breathy moan.

He snaps his head down to look at your face, confirming you’re still asleep as you start to move your hips.

His lips quirk up in a smile and he holds you closer as you unconsciously use him to get off.

There’s a small pang of guilt that washes over his mind but a loud voice in his head reasons that ~she’s been so stressed lately, surely she deserves a little something to take her mind of it?~

As always he lets his darker thoughts win as he helps manhandle you into a new position where you’re now fully laying on top of him and your clothed heat is directly above his rising member.

His hands have moved to your waist before sliding around and resting on your back, holding you close to his chest as you start to gyrate your hips against his.

He breathes hard through his nose as he bites back moans, not wanting to chance waking you up and ruining this.

Your head easily slots between his shoulder and neck and your breath leaves a hot moisture to his jawline as you pant against him. Your moans have started to get louder as your grinding becomes more harsh and he swears he can feel your heartbeat against his chest.

His cock is fully hard and leaking against his briefs and he lets out small grunts of his own every time your pussy makes contact with his tip.

He turns his head slightly and kisses your forehead as your body starts to convulse against his and even though he wasn’t anywhere close to cumming the cry of his name slipping past your lips in pure ecstasy has him following you over the edge into pure bliss.

Your body settles against his as your breathing evens out and you remain unconscious, he rubs his hands up your back and traces his fingers over the ridges of your spine as you continue to slumber on top of him.

When you come to hours later your underwear clings to your lower half uncomfortably and Eddie is no where to be seen.

You let out a relieved sigh, fully believing you got of Scott free as images from your dream flash in your mind — Eddie clinging to your frame as he drinks from your neck, cock buried to the hilt inside you.

You clench your thighs as a fresh wave of arousal dampens your panties more and you let out an undignified huff as you slip off the bed and move towards the dresser.

You rifle through the clothing before pulling out some fresh underwear and make your way to the bathroom to clean up, completely unaware of the vampire standing under the cover of darkness watching you as he presses his palm to his growing cock, the smell of your arousal mixed with your thoughts causing a carnal reaction within his body

He knows he promised not to read your thoughts but even a creature like him can only restrain himself so much.

As he hears the shower start he begins to hatch a scheme to make your fantasy a reality.

-x-

When you descend the stairs and enter the kitchen Eddie has already plated up some food for you and is lazily snacking on some of the fries.

You smell fresh but he can still detect desire clouding your body and mind.

He stands to grab you a drink from the fridge but slightly stumbles and falls against the counter, the action causes you to shoot up and come to his side immediately to see what’s wrong.

“Eddie?” Your voice is full of worry and thanks to his recent newfound humanity he actually feels a little bad.

But not enough.

“S’okay, princess,” he chuckles, brushing off your concern as he stands, “just a little woozy.”

His explanation does nothing to sooth your racing thoughts as you continue to fuss over him.

“Why are you woozy?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature before you cringe at your stupidity, he wouldn’t have a temperature, dumbass.

Eddie holds back a smirk at your inner monologue before answering your question, adding a little quiver to his voice to really sell the act, “get l-like this when I haven’t fed in a while,” he tops it off with a weak smile.

“O-oh,” your eyes widen and you step back, not out of fear but out of something else, “uh, what can I do?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures before standing up straight, he takes in a sharp breath and closes his eye tight feigning pain that makes you grab at him more.

“Eddie! Please, I want to help,” your tone is desperate, “drink from me!” You say suddenly, fully convinced that it was your own idea, and this time he’s unable to hold off his smile.

“I don’t want to pressure you, baby,” he frowns and keeps his voice soft, inwardly smiling at his Oscar-winning performance.

“You’re not,” you tell him in earnest, “I… I want you to.”

There’s a beat of silence before he nods and takes your hands in his.

“You sure?” He confirms, “because once I start I might not be able to stop.”

“You’re, uh, you’re not gonna ki-kill me are you?” You nervously chuckle.

“F’course not,” he reassures, “I’ll only take what I need.”

With that promise you’re nodding your permission and he pulls you behind him up to your bedroom, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible the first time he drinks from you.

Your mind doesn’t seem to notice his renowned vigour as he all but picks you up and throws you back on the bed.

“Do you want to take full advantage of this, pet?” Eddie asks as he crawls on top of you.

“What do you mean?” Your voice is quiet.

“Vampire venom has… certain properties that can heighten one’s pleasures,” he explains, “if we were to be doing something else while I feed it would make things much better for you.”

You swallow down the saliva that fills your mouth and Eddie smirks as he watches your throat bob.

“O-okay,” you timidly agree, nerves slowly fading away as lust takes over.

“Okay,” Eddie reaffirms before leaning down and slotting his mouth against yours, you groan out at the conflicting temperatures of your lips.

He lightly starts to grind down against you and you match his pace as you buck up into him, whining when the hard metal of his zipper runs over your clothed clit.

He pulls the shirt from your body with ease before tossing it to the side, he stares down at your bare chest and leans down before taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking harshly.

You whimper at the rough treatment to your nipple as you tangle your fingers in his unruly locks and tug gently, the moan that escapes him at your actions vibrate through your stiff peak adding extra stimulation to the sensitive nub.

He pulls away and moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while continuing to grind his hips down against your quickly dampening panties.

He pulls back with a ‘pop’ and presses a quick kiss to your lips before sitting back and shucking off his own clothes, you let out a gasp as his cock, thick and veiny, slaps against his abdomen before he’s taking his place back over you.

“Where do you want me to feed from?” His voice coming out in hard pants, “neck, tits or thighs?”

“U-uh thighs?” Your answer comes out unsure and he gives you a look before you firmly repeat, “thighs.”

He grinds his cock down against your panties and smears his precum over the already wet fabric before sliding down your torso, leaving trails of kisses until he slots comfortably between your legs.

He bunches the last bit of material in his hands before tearing it from your body, you let out a small gasp at the sound, cheeks instantly growing warm when you feel his cool breath over your exposed hole.

He lets out a pleased groan before leaning in and instantly devouring your pussy, his tongue swiping through your folds to drink down every last bit of your desire before the muscle prods at your entrance.

You’re a mess of whines and whimpers as Eddie eats you like a man starved, and in some ways he is, your body writhes on the bed as he lunges forward and pushes his tongue deep into your fluttering hole.

You cry out as the tip of his nose makes contact with your clit and he starts flexing the muscle inside you before swirling it around and massaging your inner walls.

Your grip in his hair has only tightened and the moans he releases into your pussy vibrate all the way to your core.

You pull his face closer between your legs and start gyrating your hips against his mouth, he goes lax in your hold and allows you to grind against his face and use it to get yourself off.

“~~That’s right, baby, use me.~~” his voice in your head throws you off rhythm for a second but the flexing of his tongue gets you back on track.

He presses his own hips firmly against the mattress, moaning as the material from the comforter scratches against the underside of his cock.

You’re in a blissful haze as you speed up your movements, mind blank as all that runs through your head is the desperate need to cum.

“~~Cum for me, princess,~~” you bite your lip and his gruff voice and let out a desperate whimper.

“Eddie!” You cry out as you hold his head firmly against your pussy, for anyone other person it would effectively cut off their air supply but not for Eddie.

“~~Good girl,~~” his deep voice praises as he continues to flick his tongue inside your walls to help you come down, happily drinking your cum as it spills into his open mouth.

When you slump back against the mattress, hair sticking to your forehead and breath coming out in harsh pants, Eddie pulls away from you completely as a whine slips from your lips at the emptiness.

“Ready, baby?” Eddie asks out loud and your eyes flicker to his face, you bite your lip, your insides clenching, at the mess you’ve made around his mouth.

“Yes,” you nod enthusiastically, “please, Eddie,” please bite me.

He licks obscenely around his mouth, gathering some remaining slick on his tongue before he leans forward between your legs, he places a few soft kisses along the smooth area as he playfully nibbles your skin, you let out a startled giggle at the ticklish sensation and you feel his smile against your thigh.

He traces patterns with his nose before placing one last gentle kiss to the spot he’s chosen, he opens his mouth and you can feel your heart thudding against your chest plate as his fangs graze your thigh and before you have time to react any further he closes his mouth and sinks his teeth into your flesh, the sharp canines instantly piercing through the skin.

You let out a pained yelp at the intense sting in your thigh and you shut your eyes tight as your whole upper leg feels like it’s on fire. Whimpers fall from your lips as you grip the comforter in a tight grasp willing the pain to lessen.

You can hear Eddie’s soothing tone inside your head but for the life of you you can’t make out what’s being said but you take a deep breath and allow his voice to wash over you.

Seconds later the pain in your leg vanishes entirely and the venom does a complete 180, the burning now turning into a pleasurable excitement as it spreads towards your core.

“Ed-Eddie!” You choke out as your pussy clenches around nothing.

You feel his tongue licking along your skin and your stomach clenches at the strange sensation as he hollows his mouth and sucks a little harder at your tendon, he releases a deep groan as he swallows down your blood.

You let out a desperate whine at the sounds of him slurping and gulping down your blood, but instead of repulsing you it’s having the opposite effect. You can no longer hold back the urge to relieve yourself, moving your hand to your throbbing clit and adding pressure before rubbing over the nub.

Whimpers and moans fall from your lips unrestrained as Eddie drinks from you, he brings his naked cock down hard against the bed and start to grind against the mattress unashamed.

You hear Eddie calling out your name through the bond you share, his eyes rolling back into his head at the incredibly sweet taste of your blood. You plunge two fingers into your soaking pussy and begin to fuck yourself in a quick pace, with every movement of your hand it brings your palm down on your clit and you start to gyrate your hips upwards.

The scent from your juices that stain his face and your thigh mixed with the taste of the metallic substance in his mouth makes him cry out as the pleasure overwhelms his senses, he rests his cheek against your thigh but continues to kiss and suck the droplets of blood that dribble out of the two small holes, his hips fucking the bed a mile a minute to reach completion, the movement of the bed frame adds to your desire as you speed up your own actions.

The smell of sex and blood fills the air and you suck in greedy breaths trying to fill your lungs with the essence, you’re just a few flicks away from cumming a second time when you hear Eddie release a moan followed by several breathy whimpers, you squeeze your inner walls around your fingers and grind your palm against your clit as a white light clouds your vision.

When you come to you can barely keep your eyes open, you’re light headed and a little dizzy but Eddie is beside you now, placing soft kisses on your cheeks while mumbling something.

When the fog starts to clear so does his words.

~Mine~

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Taglist

@savagejane1 , @eiriancrow

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #my writing #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #vampire!eddie #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x f!reader #kinktober

[jackals-ships]

say you're mine (you need me)

welcome to the fic that feels weirdly horny without being explicit (minus a couple references), jackal only knows how to flirt via violence and being a lil fucker, they finally make out god bless despite jackal fearing they fucked up

(jackal uses it/it's, hoarfrost uses she/her and they/them as a pair bc of lore i am so mentally ill about)

"Targaryen." The blighted creature calling itself god-king has returned to drape across Aemonds table, to rap its claws insistently against the wood. And when he doesn't immediately look up, it lightly drags those claws down the pages of his novel. It only huffs a laugh when he swats at it, ever so amused by his irritation. "We have a query."

"Mm. Then ask. As we both know you shall, even if I attempt to deny you."

"The eye patch. Explain it to us." He doesn't even have to look up to grab it's wrist, having grown a sixth sense for that exact purpose. Because it touches him so frequently, often without thinking if the startled look that flashes across its face when they realize it's leaning on him again is truly genuine. (..he thinks it might be. he has yet to encounter a moment in which it is not painfully terribly genuine and forthcoming.)

Unconsciously he rubs his thumb against its wrist, despite so frequently touching him it rarely allows him to touch back. The closest he gets is when it doesn't move quite fast enough, when it reels back cackling and licking blood from its lips, offering him a glint of sharp fangs. When it has a look in its eyes, feral and unhinged fever bright in its intensity and he.

His thoughts have somehow wandered away from him. (he chooses to not ponder the implications of it happening in its presence too frequently.) So when he flicks his eye briefly to its face he catches a glimpse of deep amusement. (as if it knows what it does to him as if it knows far too much as if.)

"....It's for the sweet ladies at court. Wouldn't want to frighten them after all, because some of us know how to act a gentleman, oh Sovereign."

There is a long stretch of silence, shocking considering the way the wretch often prattles on and on. And when he finally looks up at it properly the both of them have their heads tilted, it's face wearing a blank mask of…something.

Then it's looking into his eye, and the action makes Aemonds breath catch for some unknowable reason. Then its lips are curling into a sharp smile, it's moving too fast for him to do much more than reflexively put a hand out against that scarred expanse of its chest. He can feel the steady rise and fall of it and.

Truly this close he can feel the ghost of its breath cold against his lips. You can feel the indulgent purr as it drops its voice, mockingly saccharine. "For your courtly ladies? Or your prettily painted courtesans?" It pauses, pressing indulgently even closer, voice almost a murmur as if the sweet nothings of a lover. "The ones you pretend are us?"

It cackles in tune with the amused chittering of its drake even as he shoves it away, moving just deftly enough to avoid a proper hit. A chorus of mockery for his seething.

–

Against all odds he earns a few days of blessed silence from The Storm's Sovereign and The Incandescent Lady Hoarfrost.

Oh he's certain it's still skulking around the keep, swapping barbs with his brother and uncle. Crouching next to his sister and listening to her with an air of almost reverence. Becoming far too fond with whatever servants that happen to cross its path.

But he at least is spared its attentions.

Which is why he is confused, to put it kindly, as to why it is in his room. More specifically in his bed, sprawling across it like the most indulgent hound. While Lady Hoarfrost is curled around his bed in its entirety, head resting upon the blankets. And the two of them are crooning softly to each other in that not quite Valyrian they speak.

(he knows consciously that the drake is only mimicking back the sounds of its master and yet. there is something too aware in her eyes when she watches him. it makes him feel trapped, as if a rabbit in a snare.)

They don't even bother to look up as he stands in the doorway attempting to figure out if he was slipped something in his wine that night. For surely that would be the only logical explanation as to why they found it necessary to break into his rooms and make themselves perfectly at home.

"......Why." That finally gets it to look up, to let out a far too pleased chirp, to swing its legs off the bed and regard him.

"We had another query for you Targaryen."

"And you could not think of somewhere more suitable? Somewhere more appropriate that did not involve breaking into my room?"

He'd moved as he spoke, an error on his part, as he can see once again that it is looking into his eye. That it is holding eye contact unflinching, unwavering. Then it is smiling once more, head tilting to the side as they both observe him. "Mmm it is. Your face." It pauses, a look that on anyone else he would have called demure flitters across its features for the barest moment. "We desire to see it, without the eye patch."

There is silence once again as he attempts to understand the words. Close as he is, it had wrapped a hand round his hip and that truly does not help his mind make sense of the matter any faster.

Instead he's too busy focusing on the way it's gripping him, claws idly digging into leather as if the creature does not know a thing about how to be soft and gentle.

Alas he's allowed the silence to stretch on too long, as its smile droops. Less sharp and teasingly bright now more…embarrassed. (He's never seen that expression before, he wasn't aware it knew how to feel any semblance of shame.)

"Our apologies. It was a request that overstepped too far." He doesn't step back even as it releases your hip to stand, as it looms over him far too close. Even as it tilts its head down with a slight frown maring its features. "Targaryen."

Only then does he have the good sense to move, mind still moving horribly slow as he watches their retreating back.

It's only as the Lady Hoarfrost's tail swishes, and the door clicks shut behind the pair, that he realizes he's made an error.

—

The silence is less blessed this go around, as none can seem to find hair nor hide of king or dragon.

The pair of them are known to leave upon occasion yes but never without informing Aemond. Never without draping across his back and crooning about how sad it is to be leaving him alone. But that it shall think of him as it's felling it's next great beast, and perhaps it shall bring him back its heart.

(it did in fact bring him a heart once, from a stag it had claimed to have brought down with bare hands. it was wrapped in silks and placed upon his dresser with an accompanying note.)

(of course it's handwriting is atrocious so all he was truly able to make out was his own name.)

He finds himself now not missing them, for that would imply a great degree of care that he does not hold for the beast. For Lady Hoarfrost perhaps he could say he holds that much affection as she is a beauty to behold.

Especially when she is sprawled out across the castle grounds, the sun glinting off her hide and making her countenance more reminiscent of a deep lazurite. When her master runs cloth over her scales to make them shine further, beads of sweat dripping down its neck and snaking over tattoos meant to resemble its drakes hide and.

He cuts off that train of thought as quickly as it started. He does not miss them, he is not thinking of them. (he is not thinking of cool hands in his, he is not thinking of it pressing far far too close to him, pinning him against the wall with teeth set to his throat as it huffs a laugh.)

(he is not thinking of the way it reeks like the air before a storm when it's near him. he is not thinking of them late at night. he is not thinking of it when he spends his time with the ladies, when he is not satisfied by them but plays at it to not harm their feelings.)

He is most certainly not counting the days in the back of his mind, the time in which it has not been bothering him. The times in which he makes some quip only to be met with silence.

And his heart does not race when he hears of their arrival. It does not pound, and it does not rage with a jealous fury when he realizes they are avoiding him.

At first he presumed it was naught but coincidence. The pair vanished with nary a word, of course there would be some matter or another to attend to before pestering him once more. But then.

But then he catches its gaze quite by accident across the courtyard.

Aemond did not know that they knew how to run away from someone. (he did not know that fear was an expression it could wear.) And yet they continue to do it, continue to flee before he has a chance to approach.

Once he managed to get rather close to them, only for the Lady Hoarfrost to hiss at him in warning. He would have pressed his luck if not for the crackle of lightning dancing along her fangs. An effective enough threat display he was loath to admit.

So it only makes sense in his mind to turn to more drastic measures. If they will not speak to him willingly he will force the matter, at least to find out what he has done. Of course the moment he opens their rooms (it doesn't even keep the door locked for fucks sake.) he is met with. Well a travesty is putting it lightly.

How a room can be sparse and yet horrifically disorganized is beyond him. They have left pelts strewn around the room (a nest? does it sleep in a nest with its drake?) there is a mass he thinks may once have been jewelry. There are finer clothes than they ever wear left on the floor of all places.

He can feel his mother throwing a fit, sense it in his very bones.

They find him attempting to untangle the mass, one leg tucked under him while he works. It's meditative work to the point he wouldn't have heard them come in if not for the sharp clack of Lady Hoarfrost's claws on the floor.

She had entered first, and now stands in the doorway with a low hiss rattling in her chest. Her rider makes a questioning noise, sounding so much like a dragon itself, before evidently stepping around her and spotting him. And then! It hisses at jim as well! Honest to the gods hisses.

"Targaryen. Dare we ask-"

"A bit hypocritical don't you think?" He doesn't know if it's the turning to face them properly, or the act of cutting them off that makes the rattling hiss fall silent. "Getting all in a huff over the very actions you've performed, hm?"

He'd taken the eye patch off early on, fully intending on surprising it as they'd returned.

A fact he is reminded of in the most beautiful way possible as it flushes from its cheeks down its throat and chest. Lady Hoarfrost is similarly ruffled, fixing him with that all too human stare, pupils swallowing up the gold of her iris.

"Mm had I known this was all it took to shut you up perhaps I should have agreed sooner."

His quip seems to jar them out of whatever trance overtook them as they cross the room so quickly. He almost laughs at the haste it employs, practically tripping over its own feet.

But then it is in his lap, and he can see its own eyes are gone almost black. Only the barest glint of gold remains. Then it's reaching up to lay a hand to his cheek, idly tracing the scar from the wound that took your eye.

It almost moves as if to lay a fingertip upon the sapphire before thinking better of it. A shocking turn of events, almost as shocking as the deep rattling purr that comes out of it. He'd almost mistaken it for Hoarfrost's own if not for his hand upon its chest, for the way he can feel the deep thrum of it.

And then.

And then he should truly learn to stop being shocked at this point. Because only then does it kiss him.

It kisses him the same way it does everything else; violently. As if the only way it was taught to do anything was by force. That the only way it could love something was to sink its teeth in and consume it whole.

But well. Perhaps the two of them are a matched pair in that regard.

It certainly enjoys the attention, if the pleased sound it makes when he bites it back is any indication.

#jackals barks #ship: that unwanted animal #okay 2 rb #ur honor i am perfectly normal about them <- bold faced fucking lying

[your-turn-to-role]

An Interlude.

[Takes place just after the Thordak battle - in the campaign, Vax and Gilmore both arrive to search his lair about 20 minutes after the rest of the group, and I wanted to see what that time may have looked like]

If there's one thing Shaun Gilmore knows for certain, it's that he's never doing this again. Never. He's gained a new respect for the fact that Vox Machina throws themself into situations like this regularly.

Everything hurts.

He's been up against Thordak before, briefly, and while that wasn't exactly a walk in the park either, it was relatively quick. He got in, absolutely failed at doing any damage to the creature, and got the fuck back out again, nearly dying in the process.

And to think he'd just managed to heal from that time. Now he's thrown himself into it again.

One dragon's dead, at least. No matter what the future holds, they killed Thordak, and no one's permanently dead. They couldn't have asked for much better.

He would, however, like to not feel like half his body's on fire constantly from the sheer amount of burns that haven't healed yet. He's not in danger of dying, but magic only goes so far, and they've used most of theirs already. Even the great Vox Machina has their limits.

It's strange, almost, to see them like this. He's seen them swagger into his shop with all the confidence in the world, seen them drunk in a speakeasy celebrating his arrival. He thought he came close, that night with the assassins, to seeing them at their most vulnerable, but even then, by the time he arrived, the problem had mostly been dealt with, and the majority of them were back to joking, barely fazed by it.

No one's come out of this with that bravado intact. Sure, they survived, but they're shaken, exhausted. Tending to each other's wounds with a strange quiet he's not used to seeing from them.

They share bandages, and food, taking a moment to rest and process. Grog's run off somewhere, but Pike is going around treating minor injuries the old fashioned way. Vex is just leaning against the cavern wall with her eyes closed, Percy has his head rested on his knees, not looking at anyone. Keyleth is in the corner with the man Shaun hasn't met, but he seems to be comforting her. Even Scanlan seems to have more on his mind than usual.

Vax is asleep on his sister's shoulder, stirring only barely when Vex or Pike need him to move to check on his injuries. They don't seem worried, so he should be alright, but Shaun would be lying if there weren't a few moments in that fight where he'd assumed the worst. He'd heard the sickening crunch of bone when Vax was thrown to the ground, and between the poison gas, the lava, the cold spell... They're all lucky to be alive. As it is, there's still blood down Vax's face from a cut across his cheekbone, several scrapes and bite marks along his arms, and a particularly nasty looking claw mark on his side. The broken bones, at least, appear fixed, so that's something.

Despite himself, Shaun can't help but think that even like this, Vax is the most handsome man he's ever seen. Fate never had the two of them in the cards, it would seem, but he'll never stop appreciating this beautiful, reckless, dangerous half elf. Selfish and selfless in the same breath, the most painful deeds with only the best of intentions, his joy and grief wrapped up in one.

Vox Machina are his friends, all of them, he loves each and every one. But he'll never meet anyone else who can twist his heart in knots like this.

After they've gathered themselves, when all wounds seem to be healed to the best of their ability and they've had their breather, the group starts to wander in small clusters back to the treasure pile. Grog's been there for a while already, so it seems they're not wanting him to have all the fun.

Vex gently lays her brother down on the ground beside her as she gets up. It speaks to the really rough day they've all had that he doesn't even stir.

Shaun should probably go look with them. In all likelihood there's plenty of his own belongings somewhere in that treasure pile, things he put a lot of time and care into that he definitely wants back. Thordak's been sitting on all of Emon's goods for far too long.

Instead, he stays.

Without a word, he stays, and counts Vax's laboured breaths until they sync up with his own.

He can tell when Vax starts to wake up by the way those breaths get quicker and shallower, and, when Shaun opens his eyes, by the way Vax's face is twisting with pain.

Vax groans, carefully pressing a hand to the wound on his side, then withdrawing it and letting it hover slightly above. He still isn't fully awake yet, but he's getting there, twisting himself around on the dirt floor of the tunnel.

"...Shaun?" is the first thing Vax asks, as he blinks groggily, looking around the mostly empty space, eyes finally landing on where he's sitting.

"Sleep well?" Shaun asks wryly.

Vax just lets out another groan, rolling back onto his back. "Not really," he says, rubbing his eyes with his palm. "Everything hurts."

"Hah, tell me about it," Shaun replies, with genuine humor.

Another minute passes as Vax slowly drags himself to full consciousness, sitting up against the tunnel wall. After a moment, he looks around, seeming to just now realise they're alone.

"Where'd everyone go?"

"Oh, off to loot the dragon's treasure, I suspect. We may have let one dragon go, but the other is very, very dead, and therefore no longer sitting on all of Emon's belongings."

"You didn't go with them?" Vax asks, confused.

"I'll join them in a bit. For now I think I could do with the quiet, just for a moment. It's been one hell of a day," he says, stretching his arms out with a bit of a yawn.

"Did you want me to leave?"

"Oh, no, never, you're fine. Stay as long as you like. God knows you deserve the rest far more than I do."

"I wouldn't say that," Vax says quickly but surely, staring intently at the floor.

"You didn't, I did," Shaun counters. "But seriously, look at you! Killed a dragon, saved a city - you're living up to your hero name, and it just keeps getting more impressive."

"This isn't over yet."

"No, but it's four of five down. Take some credit for that! And considering how convinced you were Thordak was gonna kill you, I think you've done very well. I have complete faith in you, all of you, to see this through."

"You're not coming with us?" Vax asks, finally raising his head again.

"Oh nooo, no I don't think so," Shaun says immediately. "I have had, more than enough dragon to last a lifetime. How you lot do this every day is beyond me."

That gets a small laugh from Vax, and he looks down again, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand.

"Hah, yeah, you get used to it, I suppose. You know, you run your face into the wall enough times, you kinda stop flinching at it."

"That's, concerning, but I'll thank the gods every day Vox Machina's out there doing that so the rest of us don't have to," he replies with a smile.

There's another lull in the conversation for a while, as they collect their thoughts. The awkwardness and tension that's filled so many of their conversations since Vax broke up with him seems to have mostly dissipated, and Shaun couldn't be gladder for it. Even if they're not together, and probably never will be, they still know each other extremely well, and there's a trust there that takes more than a breakup, a pact with a mysterious god, and four ancient dragons to shake.

"How are you doing?" Vax asks, after a moment.

"I feel like I should be asking you that," Shaun says wryly. "I mean, could do with fewer burns, will not be jumping into any more fires in the near future, but I'll heal. And Thordak's dead, thank you again for that. So I think we've both got all the vengeance we needed to."

"It doesn't bring back what we lost."

"No, it doesn't," he agrees, simply. "But he won't be doing it to anyone else."

Vax sits in quiet agreement another moment, then gets a curious smile on his face.

"What are you thinking?" Shaun asks.

"It doesn't bring back all that we lost. But I seem to recall a lot of your shop making its way into Thordak's gold pile. Care to find out how much is left?"

Shaun had said no to the same question when he himself asked it, fifteen minutes ago. But he's feeling so much more renewed suddenly, now that they're all awake and alive.

"Before Grog or, gods forbid, your sister, get their hands all over it? By all means," he says with a grin.

"She's not that bad," Vax protests, but there's just laughter in his voice.

"Oh I adore her, don't get me wrong, but when it comes to my business dealings, I'll take a rematch with the dragon. She will come out of this with more of my belongings than me, just you watch."

Shaun's entire body rebels again when he tries to get up, reminding him just how many burns he sustained in that last fight - but eventually he manages it, with minimal embarrassment.

"Give yourself some credit," Vax says, leaning back against the wall and looking up at him. "I mean, not even I managed to seduce you into giving us stuff for free."

"Yes, because I run a fine boutique of magical items, not a charity for down on their luck adventurers." Shaun holds out a hand, and helps Vax to his feet. "No matter how good looking they may be."

"Hey, the way things are going, we might end up with more gold than you. Four dragon hoards and counting, it's no joke."

"Oh, really? And remind me, how much of that did you make yourself?"

"Hey, you get paid to make magical items, we get paid to fight dragons. It's not stealing if it was already stolen by a dragon and won't be missed."

"I will find the last remaining functional postal service on the continent and I will mail your sister a full inventory, don't test me."

"Yeah, funny thing, she tends to just rip those up."

"I am so very unsurprised by this."

And they walk away.

#starting my posting of old fic! #with this oneshot bc quite frankly gilmore is ridiculously easy to nail down character voice wise and it's very fun #also im a vaxilmore shipper at heart #cr1 #shaun gilmore #vax'ildan #my art #fic

[akindofmagictoo]

19 + 62 for any WIP that you have been missing?

I'll reblog this with #19 later, but I've done #62 for now :)

62: "I've been thinking about you"

here is some Sierra and Isi getting to know each other, and being competitive because they might not have spent their whole childhoods together but they are absolutely still sisters

“I’ve been thinking about you.” Isi folded her arms over the fence to the archery range. Sierra jumped and let go of her bowstring. Her nocked arrow flew wide and embedded itself in the ground several feet to the left of the target. “Shit, you scared me.” She checked over the bow, then looked up. “Hi. What?” “I’ve been thinking about you. I haven’t seen you in a while, and I miss you.” “Oh. I… I miss you too, I guess.” Sierra set her bow to one side. “Were you busy again?” “Yes, I know, I work too much.” She was trying to get better at it, to work and still make sure she spent time with all the people who loved her, but there was a lot that needed doing and she was used to having to do it all as soon as possible. “When did you learn to shoot?” Many from the Islands were hunters, but they largely hunted sea creatures, so the bow and arrow wasn’t a common weapon. “I dunno, I was like… twelve? It was a number of years after you left, and it was just a hobby. Old Helen got me into it, she had a spare bow lying around and thought I might enjoy it, and she was right. I loved it. Just enough to do that I can actually focus.” Sierra glanced at the arrow still stuck in the ground near the target. The target itself had a good six arrows clustered around the bullseye. “Other apprenticeships didn’t really do it for me. I was just bouncing around between things, and Helen thought she could at least find something to keep me occupied, then work up to some sort of trade. But she always had odd jobs that needed doing, so did the others up by that hill, so I spent most of my time doing those.” Isi smiled. That sounded very like Sierra, or at least the Sierra she’d known as a child and the Sierra she knew now. “Did your fancy knight people teach you to shoot?” “We covered it briefly when I was a trainee, but I always gravitated towards sword and staff. And I haven’t picked up a bow since, except when I’ve worked with Robin on archery.” “Best of three?” Sierra picked up her bow and held it out. “You will win.” Isi didn’t doubt she had the strength for archery, but three shots was an awfully short space of time to revive her muscle memory and ability to aim. Sierra grinned broadly. “I know.” Isi unfolded her arms. “Can I have any test shots?” “One.” Sierra’s grin turned to a gentle glare of reproach. “You don’t need it. You’re good at everything.” “I am not.” “Then let me have this.” Isi vaulted the fence in one smooth motion. “Very well. I accept your challenge and vow to see it through.” “Oh, fuck off with your fancy knight words.” Sierra rolled her eyes. “But, like, stay here and lose to me first.” “Whatever you wish,” said Isi, sticking to the most formal of tournament language she could muster. It had been some time since she participated in a knights’ tournament, since they were mostly something for squires to do in their downtime. Sierra shoved the bow into Isi’s chest. “Shut up and take your test shot.” Isi grinned.

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[yourimagines]

Jorge masvidal x reader where him and reader go to a party and reader feels like he's ignoring her so she does the same thing the next and he gets kind of irritated cuz he didn't do anything and you complete the rest thank you so much

Sorry it took me so long, had a busy week

I didn’t do anything

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: swearing, angst, fluff

Y/N POV

There he was talking with some people I don’t even know who they are, totally ignoring me. “Jorge?” I asked politely. He smiled briefly at me and looked back, listening what the other person is telling him. “Jorge, I’m going to get a drink, you want as well?” He looked back at me and shook his head. “Not now babe, I’m busy.” He turned away from me again. ‘Oh okay, you want to play that game… so be it then.’ I turned around and went to the bar. “Hi, one Bacardi Cola.” The bartender nodded and gave me my drink as I payed him. “Thanks.” I grabbed the glass and looked around. People were talking, dancing and watching others just like me. “Hey, you’re Jorge’s girl right?” A tall blond guy stand next to me, also looking around at the club. “Yes, why?” He smiled friendly at me. “I’m one of his old school mates.” I nodded and smiled back. “So you know Jorge when he was a little guy.” He laughs and nods. “Yes I know everything from his childhood.” “Tell me everything then.”

Jorge POV

I looked around to find Y/N, she just disappeared out of nowhere. ‘Where the hell can she be?’ I walked to the bar and saw her talking to Dennis. An old school mate of mine. “Hey there you are.” I said an stood next to her. Dennis smiled at me. “But Dennis, are you sure it wasn’t just a bee?” He laughs. “No it was not just a bee, it was way bigger than that, right Jorge? When I got stung by that weird looking creature.” I laughed and nodded. “Oh yes, no honey that was no average bee.” She didn’t reacted at me, still looking at Dennis. “Is something wrong?” I whispered to her as Dennis ordered a new drink. She turns around and smiles at me. “No, but I’m busy right now.” She immediately turned around to Dennis and started a new conversation with him. ‘What the fuck?’ I looked surprised at her, ignoring me just like that. ‘She mad at you.’ I huffed and order myself a drink, closely watching her. ‘This is going to be an long night.’

It was way to late as we walked to our cab. “Did you enjoy it tonight?” She only nods and get in the cab. I followed her and looked at her. “Is something wrong..?” “Hi, can you bring us to this address please.” She totally ignored me again and showed the driver our address. “Of course..” she smiles and leans back into her seat. “I did something to upset you but I don’t know why, just cut the bullshit already.” She looked at me. “Me? I think you should stop the bullshit Jorge.” She crossed her arms and looked away from me. “What did I do?!” I slightly raised my voice. “Enough, I don’t want to talk to you now.” I huffed and shook my head. “Very mature, okay fine then we don’t talk like adults normally do.” I looked away from her. “Yep, just like we already been doing, ignoring each other.” I looked back at her as she still looked outside her window. “Ignoring?” She stays quiet. “Baby, you thought I was ignoring you?” She turns slightly and looks at me. “Yes, I was asking you something and you just cut me off, with not now babe I’m busy.” She looks down at her hands. “I didn’t know anyone there, you could at least introduced me to them.” I sighed and carefully reached out to her hands. “Baby… I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” I held her hands in mine as she looks up. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot… do you forgive me?” I looked at her with pleading eyes. “Yeah, only because we are already married.” She joked as she had a small smile on her face. “Good, divorcing is expensive tho.” We both had a laugh about it. “Don’t ever ignore me again Jorge.” “ I promise I will try to not ignore you ever again in the future.” She rolled her eyes at me. “I mean it Jorge.” I nodded “ yeah me too.” I laughed as she slapped my arm. “Okay okay I promise, no need to fight me.” “Good, because I’m the baddest Motherfucker here.” I laughed and shook my head at her. “Are we good again?” “Yes we are good again.” I kissed her temple as she hugs me from the side. “I love you.” “I love you baby.”

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[mdhwrites]

Does Amity Have an Arc?

That... really should be a clickbait title and by the strictest definitions, and especially by what the show SAYS... Sure. She has one. She starts out acting one way with one set of morals and finishes acting a different way with a new set of morals. But... An arc implies growth and a curve. Steps to seeing her evolve as a character. After all, if drastic change to a character was all it took to have a good character arc, Resident Evil would have some of the best character arcs in media. “Look! He starts out as a coherent, sentient human with twisted morals into a body horror creature fucked up in seventeen different ways without even the ability for proper speech! What an arc.”

And I’ll be fair: Amity’s ‘arc’ is not actually that cartoonishly bad. I get why people praise it but the longer the show has gone on... Well... Let’s review, episode by episode, what we actually see of who Amity is and her priorities, her morals, etc. Teenage Abomination: A snarky bully entirely okay with murder of an innocent person just for the crime of making her look bad and very little else. Loses control at the slightest slip up and is effectively one step from being unhinged. Covention: Is still mean but whatever unhinged, vengeful nature used to be there is gone as humiliation doesn’t have her lash out against her mentor or the like but instead have her cry. Also her mean spirit is somewhat justified as she gives a decent reason for being against Luz as a person. She also shows she’s entirely capable of being reasonable and even kind as she only needs proof of Luz’s work ethic and kindness so as to be able to give the girl a bit of kindness and let go of what was done to her. Hooty’s Moving Hassle: Is mean on social media and in front of her friends but also lets go of things that even one episode ago she might have decided to make something of. Lost in Language: Puts up a front about why she’s reading to kids but at this point isn’t mean... at all. A little rough perhaps but she mostly is dishonest about her interests and that’s it. Trying to act cool but is shown as a decent, hard working student who has a shitty family. Adventures in the Elements: No longer has shitty siblings but just teasing ones, shows real care for those around her, doesn’t get mad at Luz for effectively being responsible for almost getting her siblings killed but instead traps her “for her own safety” before going off to be the hero. Still is secretive about her interests. And really... That’s what we have until Winging it Like Witches where she drops the idea that she needs to be the coolest for gay panic instead and a new social order. After that... Amity doesn’t change. Not really at least. Her morals were already set firmly on the side of good, her care for others established even before Adventures in the Elements in theory and she, without any real prompting for it besides just continuous interaction with Luz has steadily lost her edge until Grom is the last time we see her be randomly mean (or really mean at all) with “Watch it, nitwit.” And that happens within five episodes. It doesn’t even take the full first season to already see that Amity is just a good person. And that creates a problem, especially since we don’t ever really get relapses. At most, we get her not standing up for Luz briefly in Escaping Expulsion but that’s really it and that’s still NOWHERE near who she was in the first episode. And when looking at a data set for an experiment, to analyze the results, commonly you throw away any truly drastic outliers as likely being a failure of the equipment or the like. In this case... You remove her first episode from her arc because it just comes across as having been out of character. That for some reason, she was cranked to a thousand when she’s not normally at an eight at most. Worse yet becomes the elements supposedly pressuring her to be the way she is. Society, her parents, friends etc. These elements are deeply important to most well written characters and breaking away from them, even a single one, could make up the entirety of a character arc, let alone when you have THREE. She ditches Boscha because she’s being mean to Luz and does it at the first time she ever shows friction with Boscha. Her parents she leaves because they’re trying to kill Luz in the first episode we see them properly in and in the second time they’re mentioned in the series. Actually, even worse is that the first time they’re brought up... Also immediately is followed by Amity tell their old rules to go fuck themselves by becoming Willow’s friend despite the fact that they disapprove of Willow. Hell, you could even count leaving Boscha, as Boscha is clearly one of the friends she made that day long ago, a form of rebellion against her parents as well. And socially, she treats leaving the coven system like deciding not to go to college. In other words, not a big deal and not literally met with the death penalty because of how illegal it is. She’ll disappoint her parents and nothing more. Her father doesn’t even have a real comment on it because... reasons. Both existent and not. And does Amity ever fret or care about betraying these elements? No. She claims to care about her father’s approval but then isn’t even willing to take a hug from him at the end of the episode or actually care about what he may think about leaving the coven system. She never interacts with Boscha until S3 and not in any meaningful way to her character. It’s more to make Boscha look pathetic. And she never worries about the coven system, the fact that Luz might have to go home and stay there, etc. like that. So... If these elements are dismissed easily, seem to matter little to the character and don’t push her arc forward because they aren’t moments where she’s showing some new level of morality or freedom than she has before... What are they for? That’s sadly pretty easy: They are obstacles Luz can contrast with. Things Luz can say “This is bad,” and Amity can go “Yeah, You’re right!” and they both get a relationship +1 bonus on their character sheets. Even better, it’s one less obstacle from them having a happy ending. Why does Alador get redeemed? Because Odalia is so pure evil, SOMEONE needs to be able to tell her no when she tries to make them not be together and that’s not Luz. Literally because Luz didn’t even react to Odalia saying that Luz couldn’t be Amity’s girlfriend. (Side note: Luz actually never reacts or interacts with Amity’s relationship to her parents. She may be the reason for there being friction but she never talks to Amity about them, never encourages or discourages, never reacts, etc. like that and it’s kind of weird. And I’d argue bad eventually.) And all of this leads to just a situation the show always ends up running into, especially with its characters: Show don’t tell. Because we’re told that Amity has this pressure on her. That she’s a bully and that she needs to change. But by her actions and attitude? That never appears to be the case after two, at best three episodes. She doesn’t even make it to halfway through the first season before she’s effectively a good person who cares a little about self image. And if you remove the first episode... That arc is about as shallow as a bunted grounder sent right back to the pitcher. It went nowhere, did nothing and no one is actually happy about it except for that the ball was hit at all.

#Amity #The Owl House #Character Arcs #Rambles

[histoires-en-bouteille]

I can't sleep.

I think something is about to happen. Something really wrong. I can't explain it to myself, but I just know it. Deep in my guts, I know it.

I feel like every step we take brings us closer to the end, somehow.

We're about a day away from Alcura. We've mostly met passive creatures, the kind that run away when they see you. Sometimes they stare, long enough to give you the creeps.

There's always one that stares for too long. One that makes you feel like you're their prey, their object of curiosity. You never know how they think, you just know they stare. You see their eyes, so big, so dead, and you could swear there's something behind those fucking eyes.

Ava doesn't say anything. Me neither. We haven't talked in...I think we haven't talked in a week, at least. Sometimes shit go wild between us.

It's back. Staring again. Fuck, that thing is seriously creeping the fuck out of me. Ava is sleeping. Usually she would stare back until it would leave.

I can't do that. I'm not superstitious, I know Ava always says I am, I'm not, but you know what they say about those who stare back? They always get snapped from the sides. So busy looking straight into the dead eyes in front of them, they get too caught up in the moment and forget to watch their sides. That's how Big Grum got torn to shred.

I'll keep a side-eye on that thing. I feel like it's been following us, but I'm not sure. But it's been days and I can't sleep. I can't fucking sleep because whenever I close my eyes I feel my heart...I fucking feel that... that presence.

Mami used to tell us that if we feel a presence, we must keep our eyes open, because if we close our eyes, they'll be right there when we open them again.

Right here, in front of us, staring and grinning.

I should really shut up. Writing these things only makes me feel worse. There's no way I'll be sleeping tonight. No fucking way.

I just hope we can reach Alcura tomorrow. I don't feel like being outside with Dead Eyes any longer.

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Extract from Todd's Journal. - Dead Eyes.

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Notes from transcriber:

The extract was entitled "Dead Eyes" as a reference to the nickname given to the creature observed by Todd and Ava on their first trip to Alcura. The emphasis on the eyes of the creature became the focus of scholars curiosity, as well as an object of controversies. Dead Eyes has indeed been suspected of being █ █████████ ███████████ ████ ████ ██ ████████ █████ ██ █████████ ████ ███ ███'█ ██████████. (What's Behind The Eyes?, 150-163) ███████████ ████ ██████ ████ ██████ ██████ ██ ██████ ███ ██████, ███ ███ ██ ███ ████ ████ ██ ███ ████████ ██████████. (Archives of Security Register)

Dead Eyes became a recurring image in Todd's journal, and could be found from page 25 to 53, a section of the journal which corresponded to their second trip to Alcura. It also marked the disappearance of Dead Eyes's physical presence - though one can argue that Dead Eyes remained omnipresent in Todd's retelling of their travels, as defended by Elina Baker in Dead Eyes: The Haunting of A Presence (Baker, 23)

Todd often wrote about local beliefs and superstitions, as well as myths and stories he (and Ava) grew up with. The story of Big Grum - accessible on the online version of ARKives (ARKives, Formative Tales) - is what scholars commonly define as a "formative tale" for children, providing them with "life lessons and warnings related to the real life conditions and habits of [their] natal village[s]". (Dictiocon Online)

Todd briefly mentioned an altercation between Ava and himself. He gave no details whatsoever on the matter, but did say that "Sometimes shit go wild between [them]," proving the reccuring arguments they would have while travelling. In another extract entitled Home, Todd wrote about a violent altercation which led both parties to not talk to each other for more than three weeks. He also confided in his journal of this fight being "the worst [they] ever had" and explained how "miserable" it made him feel. (Home, 84)

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@chaoticvampirejedi @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s

#writing #ava & todd #todd #sacrificed #Todd's journal #Dead Eyes #I need to calm down before I create a real ARKives website and a real Dictiocon website and before i start writing real fake essays- #-and books about what's going on in the story and and and #someone stop me before i become really obsessed with the way i'm storytelling that #me: ho no i have to do research for school :(( #also me: spends hours of her days creating fake documents and writing fake research notes and fake transcriptions for her story #x'DD #also i have like 3 other drafts completely done and ready to be posted and that is the most prepared i have ever been in my life #i should go to sleep but also i have so many ideas and i write best at night!! (no you do not you just think you do) #but anyway you can have this one for tonight and we'll see what i have for you tomorrow and for the rest of the week hopefully! :D

[lackadaisicalnereid]

oho!! there's a bunch of intriguing things on your list, feel free to pick one if this is Too Much: evil annie/abed, girlhood is like godhood begging to be believed, vanessa blair, amy ainsley AU, elizabeth / sansa, and jenny/blair wedding dress?

ok *pulls sleeves up and gets ready to type*

Most of these there isn't too much of, so I can speak briefly about them and share some excerpts, no problem.

evil annie/abed

this is 100% because you and @bohemicns wrote those excellent fics for the mutually assured destruction ficathon, what can one do.

I'm not exaggerating when I say there's little content for some of these. This is all I have for this fic:

evil annie, which he takes to calling her, is a creature whose sole intent is to mesmerize. this is the only way he manages to make sense of how he feels when she looks at him.

I don't care about a plot, when have I ever, what I do want to see is Abed's attempts to ~narratively explain to himself his attraction towards Evil!Annie.

girlhood is like godhood begging to be believed

This is one of those things that doesn't have a single word to it, it's just an idea. I am a big Dangerous Liaisons fan, and am not opposed to indulging in Greek myth, let us say, so I thought to myself, why not both? *El Dorado gif*

I wanted to take the whole cast of the four siblings and add some adjacent dumbasses (cassandra, ok, any excuse to add cassandra is a good excuse). So we have clytemnestra, castor, pollux, helen & cassandra. We have a dangerous liaisons AU. That is all.

(Also, I was a big fan of Castor and Pollux in the original Sailor Moon anime. Make of that what you will.)

Now when I look at all this, I'm not even sure how this title got here. Maybe from a ficathon? *shrugs shoulders*

vanessa blair

The world would've been a better place if we could've gotten a Vanessa/blair friendship. I want basically Dan/Blair, but with Vanessa. If no one else writes it, I will have to.

Vanessa walks into the woman soon be known as Blair exactly like the sleep-deprived freshwoman (thank you very much) disaster she is, looking over some shots of the yard taken on her phone yesterday when she was considering shooting her next video there.

That is literally all I have.

amy ainsley AU

Now, this I have more of. Maybe this was for an exchange or sth? I know I never posted it, or finished it. Amy is Amy March from Little Women, transported into The West Wing to annoy & make Ainsely fall in love with her.

This one has more meat on its bones, but not sure how I would go about continuing it.

Ainsley, as a rule, hates being prejudiced, but she's also not come where she's come without using a few mental shortcuts on her way from there to here, and from where Ainsley's standing both generally in life, as a Deputy White House Council, a black sheep of a Republican in a Democratic administration, and specifically, on this staff meeting, well - Amy smells of Massachusetts, her stated home state, amongst other things; reeks of it even, a poster child of inadequate driving skills (telling a tale of hitting a lamp post in Boston, albeit discreetly, but Ainsley overheard it anyway), nursing what Ainsley knows is the cheapest and by far the worst coffee in a one-mile radius, skipping over some of her Rs, though not all of them, and last but not fucking least there is the mind-shattering liberalism obvious from -- well, maybe it's not obvious in the usual sense of the word, and maybe Ainsley will have to concede her brain's jump-to-conclusionness, but yeah, it's not like Ainsley to be wrong about these kinds of things.

elizabeth / sansa

best crossover ever. @kwritten wrote one once and it was glorious. what i had in mind was elizabeth swann as the pirate king, and sansa, after she jumps off the cliff in whatever season it was.

It - he - she - Elizabeth cannot tell yet, is a castaway. She thinks she saw the shape of a dress, but it might not have been dress. What she definitely has seen - and this is impressive - and Elizabeth does not impress easily these days, is that the dress-carrying-the-for-now-genderless being jumped off the top of the cliff. Elizabeth's done crazy things in her day, her day being yesterday and also tomorrow, but she's never jumped off a cliff this high. It's impressive, this person is impressive, and Elizabeth is impressed, still, when she steps into the rowboat herself, telling Gibbs to man the ship and wait for her for an hour.

"Keep a weather eye on the horizon."

Gibbs nods. If he is dissatisfied, he does not show it, and this pleases Elizabeth, who does not wish him to show his feelings always when he has them.

jenny blair wedding dress

"Hello, Blair. I hear you need a kick ass seamstress."

"And clearly, God hates me, because what I got is you."

"Charming, Blair."

"Do you have something to wear for the wedding?"

"Please little - please Jenny - this is Serena's wedding we're talking about, I had the outfit picked out before your brother decided to man up and propose."

I originally wanted this to just be fun shenanigans. I don't know what I want anymore. It's supposed to be Jenny dropping by to make Serena's wedding dress, on Blair's orders. And then, shenanigans.

Done! I'd love to hear your thoughts on any/all of these!

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