#I uhhhh poured way too much time into this
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it's very bad no good cupcake baking time for the hotel crew (save them) (charlie did you think this throu-) (NO)
Charlie: “I have! The most brilliant plan for a group bonding activity!”
Angel Dust: “Oooh~ Bondin’ or bond-”
Vaggie: “You live here for free.”
Angel Dust: “Buy my silence, Vaggity Fair, cause’ it sure ain’t free.”
Vaggie: (groans) (slips him a twenty) “Go on babe, what’s the mission statement?”
Charlie: “We should all bake CUPCAKES together!!”
Hotel Crew: "......"
Husk: “…Why.”
Charlie: “Beeeecaaaause it’d be so SWEET!”
Vaggie: “And you also live here for free.”
Husk: “Not of my own free will I don’t.”
Charlie: “Aw c’mon Husk, please? Baking is probably KINDA like drink mixing, right?”
Husk: “It’s not.”
Vaggie: (SIGHS) (slips him a twenty)
Husk: “I’ve got cooking sherry around here somewhere, I think.”
Alastor: “How thrilling! Extreme heat sources, flammable liquids, and so many little bottles and vials that couldn’t possibly get mix up with anything in the pest control cabinet!”
Niffty: “Hee hee hee…. Rat poison~”
Vaggie: “Twenty bucks and you LOCK that cabinet, okay?”
Niffty: “Thirty and a new knife set!”
Vaggie: (has given up) “Fine.”
Niffty: “OKAY!”
Charlie: “We need to go shopping anyway. We’ll need flour and sugar and uhhhh flavory things of some kind probably and um, those little paper thingies- the cup cake… skirts?”
Alastor: “Glad to see how prepared our intrepid leader is for this marvelous expedition!”
Charlie: “Cup cake… dollies…?”
Vaggie: “I’ll handle it. You remember how to pre-heat the oven?”
Charlie: “NOT with actual fire!”
Alastor: “Aww.”
Angel Dust: (handing back the twenty) “I want a new pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Mine broke~”
Vaggie: “I don’t want to know.”
Husk: (handing his twenty back too) “Beer.”
Vaggie: “Beer? You run the hotel BAR.”
Husk: “What, you think I nip stuff under the table at work?”
Alastor: “Oh there isn’t much thought needed when it comes to you, I’m afraid.”
Husk: “You think I LIKE that I do that? That’s the stupid hotel’s shit, can’t relax sneaking shots that aren’t mine, racking up a tab like that. This beer is gonna be only for me.”
Charlie: “Husk…”
Vaggie: “Great whatever, guilt free beer for the alcoholic.”
Alastor: “How touching. And I require-”
Vaggie: “What YOU need is a-”
Charlie: “Happy place!”
Vaggie: “-which I’m not picking up for you. I’ll get more cleaning supplies too while I’m at it.”
Charlie: “More? Vaggie, have some faith! We’re all adults here! It’s not gonna be THAT messy. We just need to measure things, maybe chop some stuff up first-”
Niffty: “KNIVES.”
Charlie: “-put all in a- blender-? A blender would work for mixing, right? Then pour the batter in the things and into the oven! Which I WILL remember to preheat this time. Without fire.”
Vaggie: “Good point.”
Charlie: “See!”
Vaggie: “We should stock up on first aid stuff too.”
Charlie: (pouting) “We’ll talk about it on the way.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, thanks for wanting to help carry groceries, but I really think we need to divide and conquer here.”
Charlie: “Huh?”
Vaggie: “Husk is already halfway to the wine cellar.”
Charlie: “He wh- Husk wait! You can’t help make friendship cupcakes if you’re blackout drunk!”
Angel Dust: “Toots that’s the whole idea.”
Vaggie: “Fifty bucks if he’s still conscious when I get back. I’ll need him in the kitchen later if we’re gonna get through this alive.”
Angel Dust: “Spend it on getting’ him a really NICE beer and you’ve gotta deal.”
Vaggie: (eye twitch) “Why is all my money turning into drugs and sex toys?”
Niffty: “And KNIVES!”
Vaggie: “The one silver lining…”
Alastor: “You know, if you won’t extend simple shopping list courtesies to me, then I suppose I shall have to go shopping myself as well.”
Vaggie: “Keep your shopping on the other side of town from me or I’m coming home with a flat screen tv.”
Alastor: (annoyed channel switch sound) “….Noted!”
– LATER –
Hotel Crew: “………….”
Oven: (DING)
Vaggie: “…”
Vaggie: “….cupcakes are done.”
Charlie: “Oh yay. Whoo. Hoo.”
Hotel Crew: “…….”
Vaggie: “If no one takes them out they’re gonna burn.”
Angel Dust: “Let ‘em.”
Husk: “Little fuckers deserve to fry.”
Charlie: (exhausted) “No one deserves to burn for all eternity.”
Niffty: “Yeah! I wanna RIP THEM APART and STAB THE CRUMBS.”
Alastor: “Well that’s two votes for burning and two for rescuing, to a certain extent. I myself would like to try out these DARLING cupcake toppers that I found while out doing my shopping completely alone.”
Vaggie: “Oh my girlfriend’s dad shut up. You won’t die just because no one was listening to you for ten minutes.”
Alastor: “In any case, that makes three for rescue and two for burn, with you as the undecided vote, Vaggie. Choose wisely~!”
Vaggie: (sighing) “Someone hand me the oven mitts.”
Husk: “They’re in the fucking blender.”
Angel Dust: “What’s left of ‘em.”
Vaggie: “Fine. Someone move the pile of dirty dishes off Charlie so SHE can be our oven mitts.”
Charlie: “It’s so peaceful under here…”
Vaggie: “The friendship cupcakes are dying, babe.”
Charlie: “UggghHHHHHH ‘kay. Coming.”
Angel Dust “That’s what she sa-”
Vaggie: “KNIVES.”
Angel Dust “-cough cough cough! I didn’t say nothin’, I got a piece of walnut shell stuck in my throat!”
Alastor: “Usual night for you then, hmm?”
Husk: “Who the fuck put in walnuts?”
Vaggie: “Who cares. If they shelled them then it’s at least better than the coconut thing.”
Charlie: “Did we add anything that wasn’t nut related?”
Vaggie: “Uhhh.”
Angel Dust “Nope!”
Husk: “Is that the only thing you were keeping track of.”
Angel Dust “Hey I know my strengths and I’m stickn’ to ‘em!”
Charlie: “Speaking of strength and sticking… um…”
Hotel Crew: “……….”
Charlie: “They’re bubbling.”
Vaggie: “Yeah.”
Charlie: “Or, breathing?”
Vaggie: “Yeah…”
Charlie: “Is that normal? It feels kinda… not normal.”
Vaggie: “It’s. Impressive.”
Niftty: “They’re ALIVE!” (knife) “For now.”
Charlie: “Well I guess we shouldn’t REALLY judge them until we’ve actually seen what they taste like-”
Angel Dust “Not it!”
Husk: “Fuck no.”
Alastor: “I’m terribly afraid that I am on a diet.”
Vaggie: “You eat rotting deer carcasses.”
Alastor: “And THEY aren’t still moving when I chow in, ha ha!”
Charlie: “Okay well, I guess I’ll just…”
Vaggie: “Wait. You’re probably immune to half the stuff that’d kill us.”
Charlie: “Right, so I should-”
Vaggie: “You’re not a good example of what happens when a non-demon princess person eats these, sweetie. If wanna test for uh, quality control, it shouldn’t be with you.”
Hotel Crew: “…..”
Vaggie: “….hand me a cupcake.”
Husk: (edges out of the splash zone)
Charlie: “You don’t have to do this.”
Angel Dust: “But you totally should! After I get my phone out though, hold on a sec-”
Vaggie: “I’m standing right in front of Radio Head over here so don’t even THINK about recording this.”
Alastor: “Aww my dear little angel-”
Charlie: “Alastor.” (calm smile) (horns out) “Her name is Vaggie.”
Alastor: “-Vaggie, yes, I would almost be willing to make an exception to my own morals for you.” (grins at angel dust) “Almost.”
Angel Dust: (lowering his phone) “I was jus’ takin’ a selfie. You know. Since I’m covered in sticky white shit anyway.”
Husk: “This fucking sucks.” (shakes his paws)
Vaggie: “No. THIS does.”
Vaggie: (bites cupcake)
Hotel Crew: “……………..”
Vaggie: “….hm.”
Hotel Crew: (STEPS BACK)
Vaggie: “It’s… well it’s kinda…”
Charlie: (cringing) “Break up worthy??”
Niffty: “PAINFUL?”
Vaggie: “It’s.. Fruity..?”
Hotel Crew: (stares at still moving cupcakes)
Angel Dust: “No. Fuckin’. Way.”
Husk: “Since the fuck WHEN did they have fruit in them?”
Angel Dust: “They didn’t! I swear I checked!”
Charlie: “Are they, um, edible?”
Vaggie: “Well I wouldn’t sign them up for a baking competition but I’m not dying either, so.”
Charlie: (excited) “So we did it? We all made actual cupcakes together?”
Vaggie: (smiling) “We did it. Mission cupcake completed.”
Charlie: “HAHA YUS!” (fist pump) “FRIENDSHIP POWERRRRRRR!!!!”
Alastor: “Now now now, no cupcake is fully complete without a lovely floral topper!”
Angel Dust: “Ain’t THAT the truth~”
Alastor: “Which I bought. Alone. Without any second opinion to rely on.”
Vaggie: (rolls eye)
Charlie: “And they’re so cute! Thank you Alastor- you picked wonderfully. Everyone, get decorating!”
Niffty: (drooping) “No stabbing?”
Vaggie: “You can poke ‘em each with a knife to check that they’re done.”
Niffty: “HEHEHEH.”
Vaggie: “Poke them with the knife ONCE Niffty- hey- NO- don’t leave it inside-”
Angel Dust: “That’s what-”
Husk: “Will be on your gravestone if she fucking hears you.”
Charlie: “Awww~ Now they’re adorable AND delicious!”
Husk: “Don’t.”
Angel Dust: “I didn’t say nothin’!”
Vaggie: “I actually kinda wish you’d go back to sex jokes instead of whatever you’re doing to that cupcake”
Angel Dust: “There’s more than one kind of oral performance in the world~”
Vaggie: “Say that and then look at what Niffty’s doing to her cupcake.”
Husk: “Unholy fucking shit!!”
Niffty: (GLEEFUL CACKLING)
Charlie: “Okay well, we clearly each have our own… unique ways of enjoying these cupcakes. Some more uh, graphic and concerning than others-”
Angel Dust: “Why the fuck are the insides RED like that?! Who put in red dye???”
Charlie: “-but the point is we all came together to make these sweets! Which. Taste like strawberries?”
Vaggie: “I didn’t buy strawberries.”
Charlie: “A-at least it and the redness go with the rose themed toppers!”
Angel Dust: “Yeah, I mean, is it weird that out of this whole maybe-living cupcake thing, the professional spun sugar parts are the ones with the funkiest taste to ‘em?”
Vaggie: “….”
Vaggie: “Alastor. Where the fuck did you buy the rose themed cupcake toppers.”
Alastor: “Hmm? Does my private, SOLITARY shopping FINALLY interest you?”
Vaggie: “Where you literally on the other side of Pentagram City from me.”
Alastor: “I do believe that is what you requested, and I, being a proper gentleman even to someone who might be considered a less than proper lady, was only too happy to oblige!”
Charlie: “Vaggie are you okay? You’re looking kinda pale.”
Vaggie: “I’m.”
Vaggie: “Alastor did you get these rose themed toppers-"
Vaggie: "-in Cannibal Town?”
Angel Dust: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Alastor: “I did.”
Angel Dust: “FUCK!!!”
Husk: (hairball noise)
Charlie: “Oh no.”
Alastor: “Dear Rosie gave me quite the discount. Wasn’t that sweet of her?”
Charlie: “Oh. Nooooooooo-”
Alastor: “I think it utterly darling of her~”
Niffty: “Alastor, hey hey!”
Alastor: “Yes, murder of my eye?”
Niffty: “I stabbed my cupcake topper heheheh WHO did I just stab????”
Charlie: “NOOOOOO-”
Alastor: “I believe it was an unsatisfactory husband by the name of Bill.”
Niffty: (grinning) “A BAD boy?”
Alastor: “Not bad enough to escape Rosie’s Emporium intact but yes, in a manner of speaking.”
Niffty: “Oooh.”
Niffty: (snatches up another cupcake and hugs it) “For my collection.”
Charlie: “GAAAHM NOT HEARING THIS! I DIDN’T HEAR IT!”
Angel Dust: “GREAT CAN YA MAKE IT SO’S I DIDN’T EAT ANY OF IT EITHER!??!”
Alastor: “Not to your tastes, Angel Dust? And here I though you enjoyed have strange men in your mouth.”
Charlie: “DO WE KNOW HIS ADDRESS SO I CAN SEND AN APOLOGY LETTER???”
Alastor: “I suppose his business card might still be in the hand Rose tore off him-”
Charlie: “AAAAAGH!”
Vaggie: “Hostia. You really can’t not be the center of attention for five minutes can you.”
Alastor: “I can, truly I can and very happily! It seems however that YOU cannot withstand the consequences of your own, short-sighted actions.”
Charlie: “Um guys-”
Vaggie: “Oh yeah? You’re not the only monster here, dumbass.”
Charlie: “We’re getting a little off topic-”
Alastor: "But as I am the only one not mired in glorious self-pity, certainly I am the most impressive specimen here.”
Charlie: “Okay this is going a bit-”
Vaggie: “Impressive HA! Fuck your empty grin and your stupid suits. You’re not even the one with the highest body count.”
Angel Dust: “Are we talkin’ sex stuff orrr-?”
Vaggie: (takes topper off her cupcake and pops it in her mouth)
Hotel Crew: “………”
Vaggie: “What?”
Charlie: “Vaggie, um. Person.” (points) “Person food.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, you know how murder crazy exorcist are. You really never thought we didn’t lick a little blood off our weapons now and then, to feel extra badass about slaughtering people sometimes?”
Charlie: (dazed) “I’m thinking about it now.” (covers cheeks)
Niffty: “BLOOD!”
Angel Dust: “Oh ew. Oh you're getting off on that- Oh that’s just-”
Charlie: “Part of her past, a thing EVERYONE has.”
Angel Dust: “BLEH.”
Husk: “Also step one to seeing her shitfaced.”
Charlie: “Ha haaa…” (claps hands) “Okay everyone- that’s a wrap on today’s bonding activities! I uh, I think we can save the clean up until we’ve all recovered from the actual cupcakes a bit, right Vaggie?”
Vaggie: (shrug) “Whatever.”
Husk: “About damn time.” (sighs) (walks out) “I’ll get the fucking vodka.”
Niffty: "HEE HEE." (carrying cupcake over her head) "TO THE COLLECTION!"
Angel Dust: “Hold up baby! I wanna get shitfaced too after this!”
Charlie: “Well I think it’s all very interesting! Angel stuff is interesting, isn’t it Alastor?”
Alastor: “Yes. Quite.”
Vaggie: “Uh-huh.” (slumps and drops cupcake) “Bill tastes boring as hell, by the way, maybe let Rosie know before she sells anymore of these.”
Charlie: “Oh? Maybe THAT’S why she gave such a steep discount?”
Alastor: “Perhaps.”
Charlie: “Awww cheer up Alastor. You can bring her some of our cupcakes as a thank you, now that we uh, we’ve um, had our fill of them already.”
Alastor: “Hmph.”
Vaggie: “Think I’ll head up now.”
Alastor: “While grabbing a drink along way, hmm?”
Vaggie: “Yeah. Why not.”
Charlie: “Vaggie-” (catches her hand) (squeezes) “-grab one for me, too? I’ll be right behind you.”
Vaggie: “…wine from the cellar then, huh?”
Charlie: “I’m having whatever you’re having.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, you hate the shit I drink.” (small smile) “I’ll get us something from the cellar. Meet you up there.”
Charlie: “In a heartbeat.”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “Alastor.”
Alastor: “Oh don’t scold me for her baggage, dear, I don’t make her carry it.”
Charlie: “I’m not scolding. I just- I get that you have this whole-” (air quotes) “-annoying big brother who hates being ignored thing going on with Vaggie, and while it IS kinda sweet-”
Alastor: (microphone feedback) “Excuse me?”
Charlie: “Could you turn it down a tiny bit when it comes the exorcist stuff?”
Alastor: “I do not-”
Charlie: “I know I know you don’t mean to make her all droopy like this, it’s boring for you, totally a killjoy-”
Alastor: “There is NOTHING enjoyable about that woman!”
Charlie: “-So maaaaaaybe back off a little when things get too serious?”
Alastor: “NO!”
Charlie: “Think about it okay?” (pats his shoulder) “Anyway, thanks for sticking around for the friendship cupcakes, see you at the next hotel bonding session, Dadastor!”
Alastor: “At the next-”
Alastor: “………”
Alastor: (hissing) “DADastor!?”
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#alastor the radio demon#angel dust hazbin hotel#husk hazbin hotel#niffty hazbin hotel#incorrect quotes#WHATEVER WHATEVER#it just happened whatever setting it free#do not know enough about baking to show it going wrong#/have/ made breathing cupcakes before
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hihi i randomly got struck with the thought of Solomon accidentally making MC immortal like him
Like I can't remember where it was said that he accidentally cooked something, or made a drink to make himself immortal and hasn't been able to recreate it. And one day he recreates it on accident without realizing, and MC consumes it for whatever reason
Just the years passing by and MC not aging, they look the same after 50 years, and no one knows how it happened. Or maybe none of the brothers notice because time passes so differently, or they don't want to jinx it/get their hopes up? It takes a family member of MC to comment for anyone to start questioning what happened
Alternatively: it could be intentional. Who knows. That's why he always wants to share his cooking
I'M SORRY I RAMBLED I JUST HAD TO SHARE THIS WITH SOMEONE AJSJDJ
Dearest anon, you need never apologize for rambling. This here is the blog of a never ending rambler, and such activities are thoroughly encouraged!
Anyway, I LOVE this idea. I have a lot of feelings about Solomon and his immortality. The game is always vague about how it happened when it comes up, but the general idea I've always had was that it happened by accident. (Whether or not this is true is up for debate, I think, and they could have plans to retcon this in nb, but for now let's go with it.)
It's a really cute idea that he keeps sharing his food with MC in the hopes that it'll make them immortal. I think Solomon might feel guilty if he did it on accident and therefore MC didn't have a choice in the matter. I think being immortal has caused him a lot of loneliness and suffering, so he would want to make sure it's what MC wants.
But MC wouldn't deal with immortality the same way Solomon had to because they would have him. There would be two immortal humans instead of just one on his own. So I think he'd accept it if MC wanted to be immortal. Like if MC was just like hey you know, I think I'd like to be immortal...
Well now Solomon's thinking about it. And if Solomon's food is so terrible because he's constantly pouring magic into it without realizing, who's to say he doesn't accidentally put magic into something he's cooking that would make MC immortal?
He's just in the kitchen, being his usual chaotic self, accidentally makes some basic dish that's full of magic and when MC eats it, poof!
It tastes totally normal and nothing dramatic happens to indicate it caused anything. When MC eats it, they're actually pleasantly surprised and proud of Solomon because wow he made something edible for once! Good job!!
Fifty years later, their aging sibling is like how the hell are you so young looking still??
MC calls Solomon like uhhhh so I think I might be immortal...
Solomon's just like huh you don't say? That's crazy, MC.
Because at that point, he's already figured out what happened. And since MC said they wanted to be immortal... and secretly this is what he wants too... well, he's not gonna say anything about, why would he?
Menace sorcerer.
I love him so much.
#honestly he's so silly#he could make me immortal any day#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me solomon#anon asks#misc answers
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i keep wanting to start posting my ocs over here again and then Just Not Doing It so uhhhh !!! some stuff from february, had a dream about knives that made me think of a plant oc with a constant power output so extreme that it generates a deadly radiation field around them. because of that they've been living alone this whole time, avoiding contact with other living things, and over the years they've learned how to suppress that output for short spans of time or "safely" pour out the excess in order to be safe to be around, though they ultimately prefer their solitude due to a history of bad experiences with humans. they're very blunt, spiteful, and curious
@whatever-you-can-give-me suggested lr would make good friends for them since they are 🤝 about being extremely hard to hurt lol
also! wrote like 2k about they and razlo's first meeting below the cut if anyone's interested in some good ol violence + gore :3
that was a fr content warning btw read at ur own discretion:
Chance encounters with violent strangers out in the open desert are nothing new to LR, even when Livio purposefully had tried to find the quietest possible route to travel. It’s not even necessarily surprising to run into someone a little to the left of human, someone a bit bigger or stronger or more durable than they really have any right to be. The Eye aren’t the only ones designing freaks on this planet, that much is obvious, evidenced sufficiently by the odder fights LR have ever gotten in.
And this one is shaping up to be one of their oddest fights yet.
Livio hadn’t seen the fucker coming, occupied as he was with the slow realization of why this stretch of road doesn’t see much use anymore: a creeping heat across his nerve endings unrelated to the overcast, evening suns, the taste of metal in his mouth, and a deep-rooted nausea twisting up his guts. Radiation sickness. He’s dealt with it before, and as unpleasant as it is, it’s hardly enough to slow him down too bad.
It’s damn distracting, though. A good enough excuse for not noticing them hiding up along the rockface above his head. Not a good enough excuse to keep Razlo from tagging in, especially after something’s pierced straight through the back of his neck, nearly taking his head clean off.
Razlo rolls for cover with a strangled sound, blood gushing from his forced-out throat and foaming at his lips. Even with his senses jarred and his vision blurred, it'd take more than a near-decapitation for his instincts to be overridden. He's slinging out a Punisher before he even knows what he's up against.
There's a blur of motion to his right as soon as his sights are raised. They're probably surprised Razlo's still standing, but so was everyone else who's gotten a lucky shot at him.
He can track their motion by sound alone. They're sloppy. Feet hitting the cracked earth in hard thumps, every one a warning that Razlo can aim a spray of bullets at. And by now Razlo's healed enough to notice and wonder why the hell his head is still so fucked up.
At least now he can mostly see them when he turns, hanging back a ways, out of Razlo's reach. Shorter than him by a head and a half, covered toe to tip in layers of sun-bleached rags, save for their face. That's hidden behind a tall, curved mask, shaped in a way that looks an awful lot like a tomas' crest, with the false eye markings to match. Even the glass for the lenses is opaque. The only part of them that’s exposed is their left hand, extended delicately aside to keep Razlo’s blood dripping off it from getting on their clothes.
Razlo physically tries to shake out the buzzing in his skull that only gets worse by the second, only to notice the foul smell of burning meat and risk an instinctive glance down at his arm, where his flesh has started to bubble and steam seemingly on its own. He looks between his arm and his opponent, the way their body tenses and head begins to tip, shaking hard, simultaneous with his skin boiling that much more fiercely.
Something clicks in his brain. There’s no way.
And no time to find out. This time when they dart in he’s expecting it; he takes a swing at their head, and they dodge right into his follow-through, slamming his Punisher into their skull with a crunch and a wet sound from their throat. They drop, like he’d expect them to, like anyone would. And like no one does, they just roll out of the way and onto their back, braced to spring back up again. Razlo puts his boot through their ribcage before they get the chance to. That should be the end of it, too, but the fucker just keeps kicking, trying to get away, the only sound they make being the gurgle of their lungs filling with blood, and they keep kicking.
At this point Razlo doesn’t even have a plan anymore. Needless to say, he doesn’t go up against an awful lot of guys who match him in the department of being a pain in the ass to take down. Razlo's just starting to come up with a new idea when those long arms swing up, claws digging into and making ribbons of his right leg.
Razlo curses and tries to pull away, which only makes them hold on even tighter. He's staring that four-eyed glare down when that burning feeling across his whole body raises in pitch again, and it's the sight of his flesh starting to disintegrate around their fingers that finally makes him back off.
Razlo rather gracelessly falls on his ass in trying to take a step back, not expecting his right leg to simply break off halfway down his thigh. He scrambles back a ways, ready to keep going, missing limb or no, but— they aren't following him. They're collapsed in the sand, limbs akimbo as they fight to draw a full breath. Razlo watches with morbid curiosity as his severed leg dissolves into nothing more than an off-colored patch of sand beside them.
All that angry tension has gone out of their body, leaving them limp and motionless except for the stutter of their chest, and Razlo can hear the damp gasps muffled behind their mask. By all rights, it should look like more of a struggle. They should be dead, really, but from where Razlo is sitting, it looks a lot more like they’re just taking a rest. He feels more sure of that when they roll their shoulders back a bit, arms braced in the dirt as they delicately arch their spine. There’s some sharp popping sounds, and a little exhale from them; setting their ribs, Razlo figures. He’s had to do the same thing before. Once they can move their arms more effectively, they start to gather themself up into a seated position, bones and joints still crackling like popcorn here and there as they go, til they’re all the way up, with their hands resting in their lap, looking far too fucking comfortable for the fight they’d just had.
"You're not dead."
Their voice startles Razlo despite being as soft as it is, and his gaze flicks up to that mask, just slightly tilted to the side, orange lenses glinting in the harsh sunlight. They don't move at all that Razlo can see. Even their breathing has evened out enough to have become imperceptible under their heavy shroud; if they're in any pain still, Razlo sure can't tell.
"Nope," is all he says, or can manage to say.
He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking hard a couple times to scrunch up his face in the hopes his nerves might start feeling right again soon.
Another wave of nausea hits him, but his stomach was empty before the fight even started, so he leans forward to put his head between his knees and dry heave for a while.
The whole time, he's aware of his little opponent continuing to sit in silence, watching and eerily unmoving, even when Razlo manages to sit up again and wipe his mouth with his wrist.
"The fuck's yer deal, anyways?" Razlo asks.
"'Deal'...?" They echo.
"Couldn't exactly kill you, either."
He wasn't expecting them to spill their life story or something, but he was thinking he'd get something more of a response than their head tilting back the opposite way. There's not a lot to work with here in trying to get a read on them, but Razlo feels it's safe to hazard they're probably just pretty damn confused, the same as him.
"You kinda smell like a Plant. M'not an expert, but I've met two others."
Now that gets something out of them. A tiny wiggle of their head that makes the pieces in their mask rattle.
"I wouldn't know. I've only met me."
“Huh.”
Whether it’s a confirmation or rebuttal hardly matters at this point. He’s feeling sure enough that his assumption was correct, now, anyways.
"You, uh…" Razlo has to pause for breath. Unlike the thing across from him, he's having a hell of a time getting his back. "You're the one making this radiation field?"
"Yes."
"Any way you could turn it down?"
They say nothing, though Razlo feels suddenly that he's being studied very intently. And shortly after, slowly, slowly the fire in his cells begins to go out, and he can spit the worst of the sourness off his tongue. Eventually he can't feel any radiation left at all, though his body's had a rough enough time from the dose he got, he'll be getting the sickness out of his system for a while yet.
Regardless, Razlo’s fingers twitch against the triggers when he hears that mask rattle again, and his eyes are on it in an instant.
"You didn't answer my first question," Razlo reminds, cautiously.
More silence, for a while.
"You wanted to hurt me."
There's no malice in the statement, at least that Razlo can tell. Just the simple facts. Still, he narrows his eyes.
"You started it. Figured it was mutual."
"That's true."
Razlo grins.
"So, what now? Regrow my leg, and get back to not killing each other?"
"If you'd like to."
That gets a laugh out of him.
"Nah, I think I’ll pass, if it’s all the same to you.”
“It is.”
That much is obvious. They stay put, seeming transfixed on watching Razlo’s leg grow back, only a little more slowly than any of his other injuries, now that he doesn’t have the radiation to slow him down. It leaves him feeling itchy and achy all over, and he’s got a bad hunch that right ankle doesn’t have the best chances of coming back right. Once there’s enough of it to fuss about, he gets his foot in his hands and starts experimentally rolling it on its hinge, checking that the range of motion is right.
And still, those orange lenses glint at him curiously. They don’t flinch or look away when Razlo considers them in return; he guesses they don’t know it’s not polite to stare.
“What's yer name?" Razlo asks.
"My name?"
"Don't tell me you ain't got one."
The silence that follows is pretty self-explanatory.
“I’m Razlo.”
He can just make out the sound of them mumbling his name under their breath, like they’re not sure how it’s going to come out. Almost warmly, almost shyly, they manage to say: “hello, Razlo.”
#also you don't have to tell me their mask reminds you of tristamp zazie's everyone says that lmao#oc#oc: razlo's lil friend#razlo#razlo the tri punisher of death#livio#livio the double fang#cuz i've never read trimax chatting about lr n their lil friend just felt like the usual playing toys time of oc crossovers w friends lol#and for that reason i have not given any thought at all to them meeting any other characters jghkdjf#i figure i should probably post this now since i'm gonna be busy with the horror movie requests + halloween stuff for a while
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▵▿— Red Wine on Christmas Night
Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara, x gn! reader
Category: Fluffffuff
Warning: alcohol consumption, cussing, m o r i.
Summary: As Christmas strived closer and close by the day, the Port Mafia hosted a Christmas dinner at its headquarters to celebrate. Chuuya had a little bit too much to drink and started being a little bit too clingy with you.
A/N: I made this one significantly shorter than Dazai’s one cuz I don’t really wanna write another long ass fic
“I AIN’T WEARING THAT SHIT”
“Cmonnnnn put it on before Y/N get here, it’ll be funny”
“ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT”
You just arrived at the Port Mafia’s headquarters to see Tachihara and Higuchi try to convince Chuuya to wear a santa costume. “Uhhhh what’s going on?” Chuuya slowly turned his head towards you, teeth gritted and face burning in red. “HEY STOP LOOKING” Chuuya pointed at you “AND DON’T YOU DARE IMAGINE ME IN A SANTA COSTUME GOD DAMMIT”
You flashed a cheeky grin “Of course not.”
“Settle down little ones.” Kouyou stepped in the room with a glass of red wine in her hand. “We would be heading in the meeting room quite soon, so I do wish you would behave well in front of the boss.” Kouyou took a sip from her glass when Mori opened the door “Please come in.”
Chuuya sat down next to you. “I sincerely welcome all my executives and important members to this dinner.” Mori held up his glass. “Tonight we shall celebrate another year of the Port Mafia’s high achievements.” Everyone held up their own glass and toasted to this year’s Christmas.
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Chuuya poured himself another glass of wine after already downing his first. “So how was your recent mission?” He asked you out of the blue, his face was already flushed from the alcohol. “It was alright, just another silly little group who wanted to challenge the Port Mafia. It wasn’t that difficult to have them retreating like chickens.” You watched as Chuuya had already downed half of his second glass. “Hey stop drinking so fast, I can’t have you passing out like last time.”
“Hah?? The hell you talking about? I’ve only drank a little”
“Yea… keep telling yourself that—eh?” You quickly snapped your head around to look at Chuuya the moment he plopped his forehead against your shoulder. “Chuuya you should really stop drinking for tonight.” “Have anyone told you that you look so fucking beautiful tonight?” Your lips quirked upwards, clearly amused by how much of a lightweight Chuuya is, despite his obsession with alcohol.
“God ‘m so tired. ‘ve been getting to many missions lately.” Chuuya quietly muttered. You lightly chuckled “Where did the energetic Chuuya I saw earlier go?” “That Chuuya gotta get his rest too yknow…” You smiled softly before combing his hair through your fingers. The way Chuuya’s tensed muscles relaxed made the butterflies in your stomach flutter around.
“I feel like I should record this” Higuchi suddenly spoke from across the table. “It seems that we’re intruding something going on between these two.” Tachihara nods in agreement.
“WHAT? What do you mean— hold up! How long have you all been watching???” You felt your cheeks warm up. “Pretty much since you two started flirting with each other…” “We-we’re not flirting what do you mean??”
Kouyou sighs as she put down her cutlery. “Don’t mind those two, it’s not like this is the first time this has happened.” You chuckled nervously, secretly thanking your senior for trying to changing the subject.
Your eyes slightly widened when you felt Chuuya completely plop his head onto your lap. Soft snores left his lips as he slept soundly. You smiled to yourself when he nuzzled himself closer to you in his sleep, you leaned down to place a kiss on the crown of his head.
“I told you not to drink so much…” You sighed. “Merry christmas Chuuya.”
#riyugu writing#yorutenshi riyugu#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd#chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara#bsd chuuya
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Biting their cheeks lmao. That's it. That's the whole thought (Take this as you will)
YES! Idk if u want this as hcs or a fic/imagine sooooo i’m doing hcs and a tiny crumb of fic. ALSO BROSKIS I HAVE NO IDEAS💔💔💔 PLS SEND SOME IN MY MIND IS A WINDTUNNEL (don’t ask how many times it took to try and spell that😭) idk if it’s just me or nah but i bite people to show affection so that’s how i’m using this. Literally went to a friends house and bit their shoulder so now they’re buying me a chewable thingy💀
Since I didn’t say any characters uhhhh fuck it I’ll pick some randos.
Jouno (like always bc i have an obsession w this man)
• Would be so confused
• Like wtf did u do to him
• Would probs be a bitch to u about it like “wtf was that for you idiot”
• You’d have to be like “I’m showing u affection” even then he’d still think ur weird asf
• if he’s feeling playful and having a good day he’d bite back
• the first time you do this he just turns to ur direction (i wanted to say he just stares but uh…………… he’s kinda blind sooooo idk how to word this) and stands there very confused and slightly concerned.
“What the hell was that?”
“I bit you.”
“Well no shit, but why?”
“Because why not…?”
He sighs and and face palms.
(PLS HES SO DONE)
Dazai
• Would bite back (probably harder)
• Like u just nip at him and he goes chomp
• high key funny asf
• Acts like nothing happened after he FEROCIOUSLY BIT U😡
• First time you did this he thought you were gonna give him a kiss on the cheek lmaooo
• He went from smiling to confusion to smug and bit u back
• He’s basically playing russian roulette after this and trying to guess whether you’ll bite him or give him a lil kith (i like saying that word lol)
You lean in close to his cheek, Dazai was expecting your lips on his cheep but then suddenly…
“Did you just bite me?”
Your smirk says everything. Then he bites your cheek and smiles.
“I can bite too dear.”
Ranpo (never written for him sorry if it’s bad😭 i had a random bsd wheel decide who all to be here)
• He bites you first one day bc why not and now you both just randomly bite each other
•This man will literally get off his seat to grab more candy, see you on the way, and just nibble on u before going to his snacks.
• He knew you were going to bite him bro knows everything. He knew there was a s l i g h t chance you’d give him a peck on the cheek but it was more than likely you’d just go “nom” and bite him
• Biting becomes your love language. (me fr)
You walk up to your victim boyfriend and bite his cheek. Ranpo huffs out and starts to plan his next attack.
When you’re sitting down enjoying lunch he comes up behind you and…
BITES YOU ON THE SHOULDER!
“Nom.”
Yosano (once again ty to the random generator✨✨)
• Would sigh and call you childish probs pat ur head too
• Tells you about how humans have the most absolutely nasty mouths and so it’s unsanitary
• Eventually decides “fuck it” and bites back
• Only harder.
“Sweetheart I know you think it’s cute but human bites are some of the most dangerous bites. The infection rate is very high.”
You pour at her and she sighs
“You’re so childish.”
Yosano pats your head and walks away.
Later that day you’re filling out important paperwork when Yosano sneaks up behind you and bites you.
She then snickers before speaking.
“I can see the appeal now.”
RAAAA IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING MUCH I HAD MENTAL ISSUES LMAOOOO BUT IM CHILL NOW! Anyways I love biting people it’s so fun, I’ve bitten practically everyone around me because it just like feels loving to me. Also I don’t think I’ve mentioned this here but I LOVE YOSANO AND KOUYOU AND JUST LIKE ALL THE ADULT GIRLS IN BSD😛 I LOVE WOMEN🔥🔥 And I also love Kajii sm he’s my pookie smookie cherry barf koolaid kitten queef king💜
#bungou gay dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs headcanons#bungou stray dogs jouno#jouno saigiku#bsd yosano#yosano akiko#bungou stray dogs yosano#yosano headcanons#bsd jouno#jouno headcanons#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai headcanons#biting#fluff#bsd fluff#ranpo headcanons#bungou stray dogs ranpo#bsd ranpo#all hail the mighty bsd generator#it carried
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Thoughts On Love
"What do you think love is?"
These are their answers before their routes are played. Their answers afterwards will be under the cut.
Vicente
"Love is providing for those you care about. It’s attending their needs and ensuring their safety and happiness. Love is putting those you care for before yourself."
Abby
"Love is uhhhh... I dunno! All I really have t’go on is what everyone else says, ‘n they all say different things! It's in songs ‘n stuff, uhhh— Oh! Right, it causes LOTS of drama, which is always fun! Not sure what the point of it is, though!"
Marina
"Someone can say they love you all day every day and it’d still be empty. Words are fuckin’ worthless. We are what we do, not what we say. If there's no love in the way someone acts then there's no love at all. Period."
Thea
"Ah, love… I do appreciate a good romance. In fiction, that is. In reality, it rather loses its lustre. Romance is alluring, and few can resist the... siren song, if you will. The problem arises when people confuse desire for love. You can't have love without desire, but you can most certainly have desire without love. Most of the time, people don't actually love their person of interest but just the idea of them. It’s harder to love a whole, flawed person. It’s one thing to love the way someone shines. It’s quite another to love the rest of them as well."
Kaida
"Love is non-existent. Any amount of… ‘care’ someone claims to feel for you only stems from whatever you provide for them. Once you are no longer useful or they’ve otherwise taken all you have to give… It’s frankly impressive how quickly ‘love’ gives way to the resentment of being saddled with someone who has become a useless and disposable thing. I have no interest in subjecting someone to that, and I have even less interest in being reduced to such a state again."
Shiloh
".......Mm. My….. understanding… is that love…… comes from the heart... I…. don't think my physical anatomy… has any organs….. including a heart muscle…… but I… haven't been able to check... I….. don't have a pulse…… so it stands to reason I don't…Mm. …I don’t have a heart. So….. it follows that love…… is beyond me…. Right?"
????
"Love is not something that one such as I am at liberty to consider for myself, but in a general sense, my view of it is complicated. Rarely do I see a happy ending. Not because they do not exist but, well… By the time I come around, ‘happily ever after’ has typically run its course. Even so, the pain I see is but a clear sign that love is something truly precious."
Vicente
"Love is a house you’ve built with those you care for. It takes time and a team effort poured into a process that can be frustrating and exhausting. The quality of the result is decided by the materials used and the care taken in its construction. If you do it right, it can provide warmth and shelter even on the coldest night in the dead of winter, and there’s a comfort in knowing that those dearest to you are safe with you there."
Abby
"Love is when someone appreciates you for you, even when you're not— Even if you aren’t— Mmngh… I dunno. It’s— It’s being seen. Being really known by someone, ‘n they come closer instead of runnin’ away. ‘N you see them like they see you, even the not-fun bits, but even those bits are worth it 'cause it's them, y'know? They’re them, ‘n that's enough for you. You're enough for them, or— Or, at least, you’re not too much. They don’t, y’know— They don’t come at you with a list of all the ways you aren’t what they want you to be. They aren’t just— I dunno— Tolerating you, I guess.”
Marina
"Sometimes the people who're s'posed to love you suck absolute shit at it. So, you leave 'em behind, and you find people who put their money where their damn mouth is. People who actually give an actual, genuine fuck about your wellbeing and happiness. People who don’t have a million stupid, useless, infuriating conditions and expectations you need to meet for them to keep giving a fuck. People who don’t threaten to take their love away to keep you in line.”
Thea
"Attempting to describe what love is would be pointless. It isn’t something so easily put into words, which is perhaps why I have found it so elusive for so long. I can describe what it isn’t, though. It isn’t a role you play. It isn’t a costume you desperately try to fit into, carving away any parts of yourself that may be inconvenient. It isn't a transaction, and it isn't a competition. It isn’t something you should have to fight and beg for, and it isn’t something you can gain through expensive gifts and pretty lies. It isn’t something you can gain by twisting things to make yourself look good, because eventually things will untwist, and you’ll be seen for exactly what you are.”
Kaida
"I’m rarely ever wrong, and even more rarely ever happy to be wrong. In this, I’m… beyond pleased to be both. I… cannot say that most claims of love are honest and sincere. But... I can accept that sincere love exists, and when it does— ...I thought I understood, but I didn't, and I don't. Nothing is as I thought it was. Something I have been so sure of for thousands of years has been proven false and that's… That’s terrifying. I'm... okay with that, though. The terror of it all is far preferable to the loneliness of the alternative."
Shiloh
"Mmn. Love is…… scary…. It’s a feeling of…. flying and falling, at the same time… Everything is both hazy…. and unbearably vivid... Going too fast… while moving in slow motion…. Mm. It’s…. an ache… but it’s an ache to savour. It's… all too much… but never enough. Holding you together…. while tearing you apart….. And it's wonderful….. I’m still… fairly certain that I… don’t have an actual, physical heart, but… It sometimes… feels like I might…"
????
"I still do not know. Even having experienced it, I do not understand it. But I find that I do not want to, nor do I need to. I am simply glad to have it. That is all I need. All I ask. More than I ever thought I would receive. Just... just to have it. To be around it. That is all."
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Forever ago in the far off ancient time of 2017, one of the writers for Dragon Age made some tweets of the romance options he'd written responding to being asked about love. I really liked the idea so when I remembered it I thought it'd make a good warm-up, and once they were done I thought you all may enjoy them. So, here you go. I hope you all have a lovely day.
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Hey uhhhh, could i please get a... um.... all of this looks so good. Could I please get a Reevesverse Sushi platter with a side of fruit salad, potato skins, and breadsticks? And a milkshake please? Ooo, and could I have it here? Sit in? Love the vibe here, it's neat. Thanks Finnie :)
farrell!penguin x gn!reader, word count: 450
content (warnings): fluff, brief threats
the kitchen is now closed!
🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)
a/n: ;-; thank you! i will seat you in our finest booth, you are too cute💚
Oswald snapped his fingers, directing the motion at no one in particular, but several people began scrambling around the bar, ignoring the other customers in his favour. As you stood beside him, you watched them, several of them all taking great pains to quickly, but carefully, pour two drinks. You weren't used to this kind of service. Usually, you'd be one of the ones being ignored so that he could get what he demanded. But for some reason, he had invited you to this party as his guest, and of course you said yes.
"Sorry, Sir, Mr Cobblepot, sir. Your drinks."
Taking the two glasses from the silver tray, Oswald handed held them both, looking at the liquid, taking a sniff, and then tasting one before nodding his head in a gesture of acceptance.
"Thanks, kid."
He tucked what you were sure you must have mistaken for a $100 into the pocket of the waiter, but knowing Oswald, it was likely exactly what he might tip.
"But you know, I shouldn't even have to ask. You might wanna bring that up with your manager. Huh?"
"Of course, sir, uh, Mr Cobblepot, sir. Right away, Mr Cobblepot."
You knew you were staring at him, it was impossible not to. He commanded so much attention, the charisma seemed almost tangible in the air around him. And you were his date, surely it was ok to gawk.
Oswald noticed you, chuckling to himself. Without looking towards you, he spoke.
"And what about you, huh? Do I gotta ask you as well?"
Unsure of what to say or do, you shuffled awkwardly next to him, trying to choke out a word. But, in his benevolence, he put his hand out, and you understood that you were to take it.
Once he held you in his thick palm, he turned your hand gently, exposing your wrist, which he brought to his mouth for a soft kiss. With his palm warm, the cool of his large rings against your skin, he led you to the dancefloor, placing the glasses on one of the tables close by.
As he swayed you silently, you noticed him looking expectedly at you. And in a moment of risk, and admittedly, excitement, you leaned in to kiss him. His lips were warm, oddly soft, and you could make out the groove of his scar against as your mouth clung to his.
When you finally pulled back, you could tell he was surprised, so you attempted to joke your way out of any awkwardness.
"Didn't need to ask me that time."
He winked at you, spinning you before collecting you in his arms again.
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asks
these r all the asks i got last night about the whole aesthetic discussion i'll answer in order of when i got them :p
truth b told if i started simblr like. today and knew nothing about photoshop then i'd probably be pretty demoralised too but also thats exactly how it was starting simblr anyway i just worked on it until i was happy w my skills... no one gave me a cheat code i just put time and effort into it
i agree with u im ngl like i do sincerely wish everyone had the opportunity to put hours and hours of their lives into learning how everything about this works if thats what they truly wanted. also if anything doing it solely by urself will make the process all the more time consuming but if u ask around for help people (including me! im down to help fr) will usually give it to u and that'll speed up the process more. being mad at me for having that is pointless what am i gna do go back in time and unlearn it all and for what? dsfghjk
okay i did see this being said a lot and uhhhh i was trying to understand it but like. i also don't. like ok with cluttered aesthetic build shots or yknow the odd landscape with heavy bloom shader on it i guess if ur looking at it completely from that pov yeah i guess it looks like some posts that "blow up" r just sort of the same shit. but the fact remains that its also it's good shit like anyone can clutter a room and take a photo of it what really counts here in my opinion anyhow is shot composition. and there's literally preestablished rules for this sort of thing u can google cinematography basics and get it for free... there's a whole field of study looking into what draws the human eye. like maybe the core concepts behind what makes a popular post popular is the same but thats because it just works. if u wanna shy away from that entirely but then complain about ur posts not being as popular then that's very much a u problem it doesn't have anything to do with the rest of us
amen these are my ocs wdym these are "sims" LOLLL these are the real people living in my head if i bust my ass making them look good then thats a choice i made
u can call this an empathy problem and try explain it to me more but i dont see how other people feeling insecure about what their current ability scales up to is any fault of mine or my problem to bend backwards to try fix... or even how i could. like is the standard high now yeah honestly it is. the learning curve was steep as hell when i first started as well. no disagreements here. but what am i supposed to do about it LMAO like i didn't create the human proclivity to be drawn to beauty i just ride off of it.
idk why i'm the bad guy for being honest for my reasoning behind what i do and don't reblog? lots of other people have been saying they dont really care about aesthetics which is great but if i said that i'd literally just be lying to you. i'm not gonna apologise for not lying... i like being able to see the passion and energy poured into the same video game we're all playing it's only natural to appreciate that- if that reads as passive aggression and u don't understand my stance that's fine by me
i would say for me personally try watch visual media that u can recognise as "beautiful" and not to shit on like. cw shows but i mean stuff that is marked by its cinematography being truly excellent. and just really examine how those set and lighting designers use angles and lighting and how the people filming and editing choose to frame their shots to achieve what works. hell looking at art helps with this too. look at other people's stuff on simblr analytically try to seriously work out why it appeals to people the way it does. ik u asked for editing tips but i think it really starts ingame you can have the most incredible editing style but it doesn't work if ur shot comp doesn't work then it'll won't hit as hard
take time to learn what most of the adjustment layers do on photoshop, and what all the blending layers look like, download other people's psds and play with them on top of ur shots to see what works! what u personally think looks good will be different from what i personally think looks good, i like dramatic lighting and muted colours and mid level contrast so not too strong but i can't speak for whether you will too. ALSO im a religious user of @/simmerstesia's psd set here i think a well chosen shot can be really elevated by using something like this to really give it that final polish
additionally if u have any like really specific questions or need some advice u can ask me on discord my dms are open like i can talk u thru it. promise it's not as daunting as it can look
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Star-crossed
The thing about a lot of things that are bad for you, is that after you get it once, you want nothing else. Alcohol, coke, heroin...sex. Lots of things. But nothing is like him. Nothing compares to him.
What the fuck could? How could I think of anything but his blood-reddened lips, skin pale, and wispy black hair over his eyes and brushing his cheek and his thin shoulders. His eyes, darker than the starless sky over Hollywood, his mean little laugh. Long, cold fingers covered in sliver rings. Sacred hands. Sorry. Scarred. Scarred hands.
He hasn't touched me in almost two months.
To be honest, I haven't seen him since he bit me. I called him yesterday and he didn't pick up. I call him once a week. Or more. Does it matter how much I call? He doesn't answer.
I spend all day in my room sleeping and get up at night to roam the streets. Most nights. I work part-time as a bartender at this bar that has me working from like 9 PM to 3. It's mostly cleaning tables. Tedious. Odious. And most importantly, lame as shit.
Everything is lame as shit, honestly. The bands I like bore me, beer tastes like piss, new clothes don't excite me, I fuck the hottest girls and can't cum. Nothing looks good. Nothing sounds good. Nothing feels good. It's like I can't feel anything except a hollow, achy hole in my heart.
Used to be I could fix that with sex and booze and music.
But I don't go out anymore. The most I go out is to the beach and watch the sunrise after work. Bar's five miles from the apartment, beach is five miles from the bar. Or something. It doesn't matter to me. I take the bus, six-pack under my arm. Or a bottle of Night Train. It doesn't really matter what it is, as long as I get drunk enough to fall asleep when I get home.
Nothing really matters, as long as I sleep. I see him in my dreams, and that's as close as I can get to being with him. Tripp picks me up most days, with a hot breakfast from McDonalds that he pushes into my hands and some orange juice in an old resealable beer bottle. And his big brown eyes watch me worriedly from the driver's seat when I crawl in the back, slightly sunburned and head pounding from watching the sunrise.
He knows something's wrong.
I think he thinks I'm becoming an alcoholic. Like a big one. He's one to talk. But he won't say anything. I see him watching me when he thinks I can't see him. Or when he thinks I'm too fucked up to notice. The only good thing about being a vampire is it takes way longer to get drunk. And my skin is better.
I lost my tan though. I wonder if Ryan had a tan once. I think about him all the time. It makes me sick. I want to see him again. I want him.
Two months to the day after I'd last seen Ryan, Tripp stayed home. I was getting ready for work, and he sat on the couch, reading a book.
No, wait. Playboy. Reading Playboy. Which sounds stupid, isn't it all girl bare tits and ass?
"Watcha pouring over there?" I asked, grabbing a piece of deli meat from the fridge and shoving it in my mouth.
"Uhhhh," Tripp squinted at the page. "Auther Clark's Playboy interview."
"Thought Playboy had naked girls, what are you reading interviews for?"
Tripp shrugged. "Alice said he was cool. He's supposed to be like, one of the best science fiction writers of our time."
"Since when have you been into science fiction?"
Tripp ignored that. "Listen man, are you working tomorrow?"
"No." I said, gloomily. Going to work was the only thing I had the energy to do. Laying in bed all day and all night when I didn't have work was hell. Sometimes I'd write, but that was worse. It was all about him.
"Cool, listen, me ‘n’ Alice-"
"Who?" I was bored already.
"Alice? Alistar? Me ‘n’ him hang out all the time, dude, haven't I mentioned him?”
"Hm."
How was I supposed to keep track of his friends? He's got like a million of them.
Tripp shrugged. "Well anyway, he's really cool man, come with me tomorrow, me 'n' him are gonna see this band. He wants to meet you. It'll be fun man! Just come with me to the concert. It'll be fun."
I checked the clock. I needed to leave. "Yeah, alright man, I gotta go."
"Think about it at least, dude. You haven't been out in ages. You need to have some fun. Get laid!"
I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me. Not true, but he would say that.
Work was mind-numbing. Tables covered in crushed peanut shells, wadded up, snotty napkins, yellow buzzing lights. Beer spills. Condensation rings. Cig burns on the counter tops. I thought I saw Ryan slip into the bathroom, but it was another shaggy, black haired guy in black leather and denim. A girl who would have been fun a couple months ago slipped me her number. I threw it out later. Didn't bother looking at it.
When I got off, I headed straight to the beach. I didn't stop at the liquor store on my way.
I sat on the sand in the dark, watching the waves crash against the shore. Lights from the street and boardwalk behind me reflected off the water. I felt cold and tired and alone, and I was tired of feeling cold and tired and alone. I lit a cigarette and tried to relax. His eyes danced in front of me, and I rubbed my eyes. I dug through my pockets for a pen and my order pad. There was something biting at the inside of my head, some kind of poem or song or something. Something. I scrawled something I hoped would make sense to me later, but I didn't care if it did or not. It was too dark for me to really make out what I was writing but I guess I wasn't thinking about what I was writing. Just putting it out there.
I ran out of sheets on my order pad before the sun rose. I'd needed a new one anyway. Might as well use it up on something kind of important. More important than Bobby and Jack's fucking drink and sides order. I got up, not feeling like waiting for Tripp, and waited at the bus stop. A red-haired guy in sunglasses and dark clothes sat slumped in an alley by the bus stop. I felt like he was watching me, but I knew that was not true. I hoped it was not true.
It took me an hour to get home, like it usually did when I took the bus. I ran my hand through my hair, flipping through the pages while we drove. It looked like there'd be a couple things here and there that would be usable, there was a lot of stuff, but I'd look at it again when I woke up.
I got in the apartment as the sun started to rise over the Strip. Earlier than I normally got in. Tripp wasn't awake, and I had no intention of waking him up. I took my shower as quietly and as fast as I could, and crawled in bed. And passed out.
I woke up around 7 in the evening. Tripp shuffled around the apartment, and I could hear him playing Led Zep. Sounded like Black Dog. That I could identify it was fucked. Never liked Led Zep. Fucking stoner shit. Pink Floyd would be worse, but lucky for me, he didn't like those idiots either. Speaking of stoners, it smelled like weed a little bit, which, if I could smell it from my room, meant that he was smoking the really fucking ass shit and would be whining about needing to get more tomorrow. Fucking idiot. I groaned, pulled my pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep.
After a couple minutes, I gave up and pulled the closest pair of jeans on. He'd said something about a show yesterday, so I figured while he was gone I could work on whatever shit I'd vomited up last night.
I was dead fucking wrong, of course.
I went to grab something to eat, hungry as hell, and caught him jumping on the furniture, pretending to solo to Rock and Roll. He didn't notice me, completely engrossed in pretending to be Jim Page. I cheered at the end of the solo, and he fell off the couch, hitting the floor HARD.
"Lani!" He yelled, rubbing his shoulder as he got up. I doubled over with laughter.
"Man, not cool," He said, trying not to laugh. "I was fucking killing it."
"In your stoner dork dreams, brother," I said, grabbing a slice of dunno-how-old, left over pizza from the fridge and leaning against the counter.
Tripp laughed. "So you wanna play like that, huh?"
"Huh?" I asked, mid-pizza bite.
He wiggled his eyebrows and I fled.
I heard him jump over the couch and he chased me around the apartment, both of us laughing the whole time.
He finally tackled me onto the couch and kissed my forehead. Well, I say kissed, it's like being kissed by a dog. All drool and spit. Girls seem to love it. But not me.
"C'mon man, eat fast, we gotta head out." He said, getting off me and wandering towards his room. "I wanna get to the club before it's too packed to get in."
"What?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my forehead. Gross.
"What do you mean what, we're gonna go to a show and see some friends! It'll be fun!"
"No way man," I stood, wiping my hand on my jeans. "I've got like, shit. Lyrics. 'N shit. To like, work on."
Tripp grinned. "Yeah, we can work on that later, dude! Let 'em rest. Put some shoes and a shirt on, we're leaving in like, five."
"No seriously man, I, like-," I tried to protest. He closed the door to his room and I flopped against the back of the couch. Fucking jerk. I kicked my feet against the coffee table, littered in beer cans and skin magazines. And my notepad. I'd thrown it on there when I'd come in, knowing Tripp wouldn't touch it. I grabbed it and let myself get lost.
Tripp threw a black shirt at me, and I jumped.
He shrugged his patch-covered denim vest over his cut-off shirt and picked up my boots, abandoned by the door days ago. "C'mon, Lani. Let's go."
He stood, arms folded, grinning. I huffed.
"Dude, I don't want to."
He shrugged, still smiling.
I rolled my eyes, throwing the notepad on the table and picking up the shirt he'd thrown at me. I grabbed the boots out of his hand, and he locked the apartment door as I pulled them onto my feet. Tripp led the way down the stairs. Our building didn't have an elevator, which sucked, but it was also only two floors, and there really wasn't anywhere for an elevator. Everyone's doors faced a center patio with a shitty pool. Y'know Karate Kid? Our building was like that, but ten times worse. At least they'd had a guy on the premises who did maintenance.
I pulled the black wife beater over my head and rolled my eyes as I caught my reflection in a window we'd passed. This was such a shit outfit. At least I was still wearing all my rings.
Tripp bounded up to the front of the very short line, dragging me behind him, and slipped into the club. The band was still setting up, but the house was blasting music. I fiddled with my rings as Tripp scanned the room.
Evidently, he found what he was looking for. He dragged me to the bar, huge fucking grin on his face.
"Alice, dude!" A guy in with long red hair, dark sunglasses, ripped black shirt with the sleeves cut off and fraying ends and black ripped jeans tucked into black cowboy boots turned slightly on the bar stool he was perched on, drink in one hand, leather jacket hanging off the back, and was immediately wrapped in Tripp's bro-hug. I hung back awkwardly, wishing I was home with my notebook and no fucking Tripp.
Tripp finally let go of his friend, and pulled me forward.
"Alice, this is Lani,"
"Hi," Alice said, voice rough with an accent I couldn't place. I didn't care enough to figure it out.
"Sup." I said.
Tripp grinned like a fucking idiot. "Great! I'm gonna go find Crystal!"
"Who?" I asked as Alice turned back to the bar.
"Chick." Alice said, nonchalant. "Wanna drink?"
"Sure."
He flagged the bartender down, and I ordered a beer. It was early. If I stayed sober enough to look like I was miserable, maybe Tripp would let me skip home early. If I stayed sober enough, I'd be able to slip out really fast, really easy. Tripp wouldn't even notice.
Alice took a sip from his drink.
"Tripp tell you what band was playing?"
I shook my head. "No."
He shrugged. "Probably for the better. They're ass. An embarrassment really. Can't believe they're willing to show their faces playing music so fuckin' bad."
I laughed. He couldn't be serious.
"Dead serious man." Alice said, as the bartender slid me my glass. I nodded in thanks and turned back to Alice. His sunglasses obscured his face almost totally. How could he see in them?
"You'll see what I mean."
I took a swig and shook my head. "Man, I fuckin' hope you're right, the bands that suck are so much fuckin' funnier."
Alice scoffed. "You here for music or for fuckin' idiot shit?"
I scratched at my neck, not wanting to look at him. The sunglasses in the dark bar was freaking me out. "Why not both?" I asked.
"Gets'cha killed." Alice drummed his finger against the bar top. "Guess that dund't really bother yer kind though."
"What?"
He turned to look at me. I think. I couldn't see his eyes behind those fucking sunglasses and it was freaking me the fuck out.
"Don't play stupid. You heard what I said."
Gay? Or-
I didn't wanna think about it.
"Thanks for the drink man," I said, pounding my drink back. "I need a cig."
"Suit yourself. I can tell you more than he ever will."
A cold chill raced down my spin.
"What?"
Alice's lips twitched upwards. They were chapped and pale. "You know what. Go take yer smoke. I'm not moving."
Instead, I sat on the stool next to him. "No, tell me. Explain."
"So you were bit, what, a week ago?"
"Two. Months." I corrected.
"No shit? Same night you met him?" But they weren't really questions.
I felt weird with his eyes on me behind the sunglasses. "Night after."
"Interesting."
"Why?"
"Usually you don't live."
I felt sick to my stomach.
"Have you killed?"
I shook my head.
Alice grunted. "Interesting. Most kill about two weeks after they've been turned. Have you seen him?"
"No." I ran a hand through my hair. This was freaking me out. "No. He, um, he comes to me in dreams. And I think I see him when I'm awake too. He's always in my head. I can't get him out of my head."
Alice drummed his fingers on the counter top.
"How do you feel about him?"
I stared at my hands.
"I..."
I was obsessed with the thought of him. He consumed every moment. I hated how he was nowhere to be found. I loved him. I wanted him. I needed him. I loved him. I loved him.
"I think I love him." I whispered.
Alice stopped drumming his fingers against the table-top. "Hm."
I didn't wanna know what that fucking meant. He turned away and drank. I swallowed. My throat felt drier than the dessert and I was freezing cold.
"How do you-?" I choked out.
Alice put his drink down. "I'm supposed to kill you."
"Me?"
He waved one hand dismissively. "You, yer kind, same difference. Except you're not really one of them. Yet. But yer time will come. Every dog has it's day, huh?"
I shook my head. This was too fucking much. "I'm going for a cig."
Alice grabbed my arm. His hand was too warm and tight.
"Listen. If you don't want to live like this, there's ways I can help you."
"I need a fuckin' cig," I spat, trying to wrestle my arm out of his iron grip.
Alice shrugged and let go. He flagged down the bartender, and ordered another drink as I shoved my way through the throng of people filling up the club.
I stumbled to the fire exit near the stage, always propped open, and slumped against the wall of the empty outside alleyway. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. It didn't work. I dug in my pockets for a pack and my lighter, and light up. I hit, exhaling before I should have, but it didn't fucking matter. Everything felt like it was spinning. I felt sick and lost and pissed the fuck off.
"Well, sunshine..."
I jumped, dropping my cigarette. He ground it up, wearing the blue-black cowboy boots I'd first seen him in.
"You-" I whispered. His lips curled into a tight, mean sneer.
"Me."
I shook my head. I felt ready to fucking scream. "I called you everyday."
He shrugged. "I'm not your fucking dog. I won't come when you call."
I wanted to beat his fucking brains in. I wanted to cry. I wanted his lips on my skin.
"Why are you here?" I finally said. I sounded pathetic and I knew it.
"It's time." Ryan said, the car headlights on the street reflecting in his eyes. I lit another cig.
"For what?"
He rolled his eyes and grabbed the cig out of my hand. Cigarettes had never looked so sexy in someone's grasp.
"There's a tradition to these things, Lani. Did you think that all it takes was a bite and a bit of my blood?"
"I don't know." I snarled, grabbing my cig back. I tapped the ash off and sniffed. "I thought you'd be around."
He didn't say anything. I just wanted him near me. On me. In me. I rubbed my head.
"What do I need to do?"
Only kill for him.
That wasn't too hard. Not too bad. I'd do that in a heartbeat, just to feel his cold breath against my neck, telling me the horrible things I needed to do to be with him forever.
Yeah, I thought it was hot how deeply and vividly he described killing someone and drinking their blood. Something about the perversion of the blood of Christ. Fuck if I know. It sounded hot to me.
He said he'd bring the one to me, and disappeared into the club. I tried to follow him but I lost him. I also got kicked out cuz I tripped over some girl's leg and her meathead boyfriend started with me. Shit, if it's such a fuckin' problem a guy falls over your chick's leg, don't take her to a fuckin' packed club 'n' let her stretch her friggin' legs all where people are trying to walk?
Guess it didn't make that much of a difference anyway. I was thrown on the street anyway. And I was fucking pissed.
I shoved my way through people as I walked down the Strip, all lit up. What the fuck was Ryan's fuckin' deal? The fuck was his fuckin' PROBLEM? He treats me like fucking scum, barely gives me a second glance, won't answer my calls, won't call me back, fucking none of it.
And yet. And fucking yet. Here I am, head over fucking heels, ready to fuck everything up for those dark brown eyes and perfect fucking sneer.
Jesus FUCKING Christ.
I found myself in the middle of a median, cars cruising by. Their headlights were too fucking bright and I was pissed off beyond belief.
I had no money on me, no jacket, fucking nothing. The liquor store across the street beckoned lovingly.
"Y'know, you should just go home."
"What?" I said, turning around. Alice stood next to me, hands shoved in the pocket of his jeans, leather jacket hanging open.
"I said you should just go home. You should get some rest. Think about if becoming a vamp would be everything you wanted. Think about what you'd be losing."
"How the fuck did you find me? Did you fucking follow me?"
"Yeah, I did," He said, digging through his jacket. "Cig?"
I scoffed, and took it. He handed me his lighter too.
"Look," He said as I lit my cig. "I don't know you well, just what Tripp's told me. But he loves you. He wants you to be happy. He'd do anything for you. He would go to the ends of the fuckin' earth just to make you happy for two seconds. And he believes in you. Says you've got a lotta potential. Says yer talented. You believe in shit. You have a fuckin' brain when yer not numbing it out with the stupid shit. Drinking, drugs, women, pickin' fights, whatever the fuck. Tripp sees something big in you, and he's willing to give up anything to be there for you. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Can you say that about the one that turned you?"
I handed the lighter back to him. His hair blew wildly in the wind from the cars. The fucking glasses didn't move an inch. I could see myself reflected in them, small and shivering.
"What he's asking you to do, you don't have to. You don't need to. You'll be happier if you don't."
"You don't know that."
He tucked the lighter into his jacket and shrugged. "Maybe so. But I feel it. Do you?"
I didn't know what to say. I ran my hand through my hair. He shrugged and took off, weaving through the moving cars.
I looked up and down the street. Cars streamed by, blocking him from my sight for seconds. If I didn't follow him I'd fucking lose the only person who sort of answered my questions. "Wait, come back," I yelled, following him.
Cars honked at me as I ran through the traffic. He was walking quickly down the sidewalk, and I weaved in between the other people on the sidewalk, trying to catch up with him.
"Alistar! Wait!"
He didn't.
I followed him for blocks.
He finally stopped and sat down on a bench outside of a church. I stopped a few feet away, watching him.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Alice looked up at the sky. It was overcast. No stars.
"So I don't have to kill you."
"Why?"
"I'll go to hell if I can't cut down as many of you bastards as possible before I kick it. Dunno about you man, but I'm sick of livin' in hell."
"Says who?"
"God." Alice said, boredom dripping from his voice.
I looked at the church, it's golden spire dark in the night. "Is that why you brought me here? So I can go back to God and repent and go to heaven when I die? What kind of metalhead are you? The fuckin' Jesus Krispies hate us."
Alice scoffed. "Whatever they worship ain't my God. I came here cuz when I shoot up they take me inside. You followed me. If you wanna go in there and repent, by all means. I wanted you to know that there was an off-ramp. It's up to you now. You pick yer own path. Make sure the people that love you can walk on it too."
He took his jacket off and started pulling his shit out. I turned away. I felt a sick, sinking feeling in my gut. This was all so fucked. This was all so, so fuckin' fucked.
I paused on the corner, glancing back at Alice. He was hunched on the bench, tying his arm off, ready to find his God, I guess. I rubbed my face, and turned the corner.
My feet took me all the way home. I barely had to think about it.
I trudged up the stairs, exhaustion weighing on me like a brick in a bag of puppies. I could see a lamp was on inside, and I took a deep breath. This was home. There was nothing to fear. No reason to be uneasy. This was home.
The apartment door was unlocked. I opened it. Tripp sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Someone was digging through the fridge, but the door blocked them from view.
"Sup dude," I said to Tripp, kicking off my boots.
He didn't reply. My brows furrowed.
"Tripp? You good man?"
"He's fine," Ryan's voice rang out like a shot. "You better finish him off though."
"What?" I asked.
Ryan giggled, and straightened up, beer in hand. He jumped on the counter, wearing his boots. He let the fridge door close behind him, and cracked his beer. "Finish him off, Lani. You wanted to join me, you gotta finish him off."
"What the fuck did you do to him, man?" I asked, frozen by the door. I knew what he'd done. I didn't want to believe it.
Ryan shrugged, drinking from his beer. "Take a look."
I knelt in front of Tripp. It felt like time had stopped. His boots, his dark brown leather cowboy boots, were still on. His ripped, faded blue jeans were spattered with warm blood, dark red and fresh. His hands were limp, but still warm. The right side of his shirt was soaked with blood. It dripped down him from a bite on his neck. Two open punctures, the bloody shape of Ryan's mouth stained on the tan skin of his neck. I choked out a sob.
"Oh, c'mon Lani, don't be a fucking pussy. You knew this was fucking coming. And if you didn't, you're fucking stupider than I thought."
I wanted to kill him.
"Why him?" I yelled. "Of all the fucking winos, hookers, pimps, washouts, why fucking him? He's the only person who's ever fucking been there for me. My only fucking friend. Not you, not anyone else. HIM!"
Ryan shrugged. "Out with the old, in with the new."
"You son of a bitch," I snarled, starting towards him, ready to fucking beat his brains in.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "The longer you put it off the more he suffers, Lani. Let him go."
As if on cue, Tripp gurgled. I turned back to him, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Let him go, Lani," Ryan said softly. "Set him free."
I hugged Tripp, burying my face in his bleeding shoulder.
"I'm so fucking sorry, man," I choked out. "I'm so, so fucking sorry."
I felt him try to raise his arm, trying to hug me back, and I sobbed. Tears and blood mixed on his skin.
I sank my teeth into his neck, and prayed to whatever God was left that He'd take Tripp. And the tears would not stop flowing.
I felt Tripp grow cold, and released my bite on his neck. He lolled in my arms like a rag doll and I buried my face in his bloody chest.
"I love you, man, like a brother."
Ryan's hand was heavy on my shoulder, and I didn't try to shrug him off. I needed him, now more than ever.
#this is longer than the other one btw. anyway hv fun <3 send me hate mail#333#xoxo#love like heroin hate like heaven
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uhhhh I wrote something
Made with the help of @mantisgodsdomain. Marigold belongs to them.
Blind Date
"I'm going to kill Fuse for this."
Marigold tapped her claws against the picnic blanket. She was growing impatient. The sun had already began to set over the Golden Settlement, and she didn't want to be out here any longer than she had to be. She had things to do. Unfortunately for her, this seemed like the best way to get samples from Fuse's friends. She couldn't work with Fuse, the Bee already seemed suspicious of her, the wasp was far too dangerous to risk it, and the pillbug was.... well frankly he was just really fast. She had already tried getting a hold of him, but it's hard to collect samples when your test subject always seems to be moving. So the best option was the Mantis. He seemed timid enough to not cause too much trouble for her. If nothing else, foreign bug parts sell cost a fortune, and she was going to take any freebies she could get.
"I'm going to kill Fuse for this."
What the heck was he thinking!? Sythe twitched with anxiety as he found his way towards the clearing. He didn't like going on dates to begin with, and that hawk moth was especially creepy! Sythe knows he can get a bit paranoid, but... He swore something was up with her. But Fuse wouldn't stop annoying him, so....here he was.
Sythe nervously walked up the hill to where Marigold was sitting. He let out a small wave as her sat down next to her. Marigold waved back with fake enthusiasm. "Hello! You must be Sythe!" Marigold smiled at him, which somehow made Sythe tense up even more. "H-hi!" Sythe tried his best to smile and look less afraid. It didn't work. Marigold noticed his nervousness almost immediately. "I'm not going to get anywhere with him like this...." Marigold thought to herself, "I'll see if I can calm him down first."
....
"B-but the claws aren't so bad! They have their uses! For instance, I can climb walls, and..." Marigold was quite proud of herself. She had gotten him talking about his own unique parts of his biology. Not only was he telling her things she might need to know, but he was starting to trust her more as well.... time to move on to phase two. "That's fascinating, Sythe!" Marigold suddenly piped up. "Tell you what. Why don't we have a few drinks?" Sythe looked at her with suspicion for a moment, but relaxed. "Sure! That sounds great!" He smiled at her. This time he didn't have to force it.
Marigold removed two glasses and a bottle of Berry Juice from the picnic basket. She poured them both a glass and gave Sythe a wink. Flustered, Sythe almost immediately evaded her gaze. Exactly as planned. While he was looking away, Marigold took out a small vial and slipped a small but powerful sedative into his drink. This way, she could stop the whole charade and examine his biology directly. She could even get a few samples. The sedative settled indistinguishably from the rest of the drink as Marigold swirled the concoction around and handed it to Sythe. Sythe nervously took it, and they gave each other a small nod. Sythe raised his glass, and.....
he accidently spilled it all over himself. "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Sythe stuttered, "I-I'm so sorry!" Marigold's claws dug into the blanket. "Bumbling idiot." Marigold thought to herself. This was not in the plan. Whatever. Marigold still could get what she wanted out of this, she would just have to be more... direct. "Alright. That's fine, Sythe." Marigold tried her best to conceal the rage in her voice. She grabbed a few napkins and moved closer to Sythe. Before he could squirm away, grabbed his claw and pulled him closer to him. "W-what are you doing !?" Sythe stammered. "I'm going to dry you off, idiot." Marigold responded, deadpan.
.....
The next few minutes were very uncomfortable for Sythe. Marigold dried him off, but she did so waaaayyy too slowly. She kept stopping and.... examining him. At one point, she just grabbed his mandibles, pulled their faces close together, and just... looked at him. She even started poking him. He really didn't like that part. When she was done, she took out a small notepad and began jotting things down. Sythe took this time to just... process.
Marigold sighed. She just had one thing left to do here. She needed a sample. Marigold closed the notebook with a snap, snapping Sythe out of his daze. Marigold looked at him closely. She could easily take him by surprise, stick him with a few syringes, and get all the samples she needed. But if she did that, she'd probably have to fully commit to transmuting him, and take him back to the lab. But Fuse's group seemed tight knit. They would definitely come looking for him sooner rather than later. She needed to get samples some other way.... Oh no. Absolutely not. Why did she even have that idea? Mazzie must be rubbing off on her.... Dang it. The worst part about this was that she KNEW it would work, considering Sythe's behavior so far..... Marigold frantically searched for another solution, anything that would allow her to get samples and keep her professional dignity at the same time. There was none. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Marigold sighed.
Sythe froze. Why was Marigold looking at him that way? Suddenly, and without any warning whatsoever, Marigold suddenly pulled him close and planted a small peck on his cheek. Simultaneously, she whipped out a small scalpel and cleaved off a bit of chitin from a serration on Sythe's right claw. Sythe immediately fell over backwards, sputtering incoherently. As he tried to get back up, Marigold slowly slipped both the scalpel and the piece of chitin back into her pouch. Sythe's face was a bright red. Marigold thought it was curious that his blood was red, but she was too embarrassed herself to think on it. As expected, her idea had worked. Sythe seemed too flustered to notice the small scratch in his claw. Still, Marigold hardly considered what she had done a success. She had had enough of this.
"Alright. Date's over. Have a good evening." Marigold said, standing up with a jolt. Sythe scrambled to his feet. "W-what? What just happened? Why are you leaving?" Sythe manager to stutter out. "We kissed. That means the date's over. Good night." Marigold snapped back as she walked down the hill. She stopped at the bottom and turned back one more time. "This was... fun! Educational, even!" Marigold said cheerily. She should keep herself on his good side in case she needed more test material. "We should do this again sometime! Bye now!"
Sythe was too stunned to do or say anything. He just watched as Marigold disappeared into the forest. After a while, he sat down and collapsed in embarrassment, confusion, but most of all relief that the whole thing was over. He still had his head on his shoulders, which was good. But that was still one of the weirdest dates he had ever been on. He sighed. He was never trusting Fuse's frankly horrible taste in women again.
#bug fables#bug fables oc#doodlebugs#marigold#sythe#little bit of food for all you Marigold fans out there#and also you doodlebugs fans I guess#enjoy :)
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Nevi Infodumps Upon Request: MMX2
Because god damn let's just make this its own thing and stop doing it on some other poor bastard's post, what did they to do deserve me happening to them.
Also I have to make a correction! There is no Z-Saber in X1, I just remembered that goofy. Zero doesn't give you shit if you upgraded your arm parts, he just dies. It doesn't even exist until X2. I have no idea why I thought that considering I played it recently enough but despite appearances I'm not known for my great recall of chronological order shit.
THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST AND I HAVE REMEMBERED THAT "MANNERS" EXIST SINCE YESTERDAY SO. I am using a cut. And lowering my voice. This too is "manners."
@longshotlink I have done the thing! It does not stop from happening.
OKAY SO TO RECAP.
Mega Man X1: *slaps X* this bad boy can hold so much survivor's guilt and self-loathing.
There, that's it, that's the recap you get.
My second favorite game in the series is X2 and you're about to find out that I like them in the order they came out in, so this is going to look chronological. It is not! Not really. This is a coincidence.
Six months after X got PTSD real bad from everyone he knows dying/being killed by him (except technically Dr. Cain I GUESS, I forgot he existed for a moment there) he's still tracking down Sigma's followers and presumably shooting the hell out them. He goes to an abandoned reploid factory with the Maverick Hunters, where Green Biker Dude dies after a glorious ten seconds of doing nothing but popping a sick wheelie on a Ride Chaser and getting shot to fuck.
Rip to a real one, I guess. Pour one out for Green Biker Dude while we're here.
(Because we source our art here, this is by Springqueen on DeviantART.)
X tears through the factory and kills a huge-ass mechaniloid—wait, you say, the hell is a mechaniloid, we got reploids but that hasn't come up yet? Well, see, there's normal robots, and there's people robots, and mechaniloids are the normal robots who aren't really self-aware, and you literally cannot predict who the fuck is which:
This is a sentient being, with a rich inner life and emotions equivalent to a human's! (Only the C-15 model from X1, though, after that they're mechaniloids.)
This man is just a really fancy computer who can't actually feel anything!
I am not even joking. This is canon. Figure it out! I sure can't. It is a mystery. Nothing makes sense and everything is confusing and quite possibly bad.
There are three dudes ominously watching X and talking about some kind of nonsense bullshit crap, and these guys are Agile, who is tall, smirky, and pointy; Serges, who is short, Dr. Wily, and pointy; and Violen, who is huge, dumb as a sack of hammers, and pointy.
No really, they're all kinda pointy. For some reason they specifically have pointy feet. And they're talking about 'the control chip' and being all m~y~s~t~e~r~i~o~u~s but let's just get it out of the way. These mofos are reassembling Zero for nefarious reasons. Why? Well, you see, when you're Keiji Inafune and you just made a game, even though you teased a sequel in the post-credits, you totally did not think this through (because you have never thought anything all the way through in your life and you are not beginning now!) and now you're stuck, because you WANTED to make Zero the main character, got talked out of it, and then somehow ended up killing your intended main character. And everyone else. The only surviving named characters are X and Dr. Cain, and like...now what, right? Shit. Fuck. You fucked it up. You were supposed to leave some guys for the sequel. Well uhhhh they're all robots, just...reassemble someone real fast. Like Zero. You wanted him to be the cool one anyway, let's try that again but not wrong this time!
But never mind that! It's all fixable. Everything is fixable. Even Zero! Well, no, X isn't fixable, he's a goddamn mess, but details, man.
This gets a LITTLE fucky to summarize because there's some branching paths, so I'm gonna flip back to the actual game side for a second. X2 actually fucking slaps as a game. It's got an extra math coprocessor in the cartridge! Did you know that? The Cx4 chip showed up again in MMX3, and was the reason X2 suddenly had WAY more onscreen sprites, transparency effects, and even 3D wireframe enemies. This shit was amazing on the SNES.
Also, X2 is another case of "oh no, these Mavericks are ex-Hunters again," so like. ACAB. Not all of the Mavericks are, but still more than none, which you'd hope would be the number. They have not learned shit about shit for vetting members. The call is coming from inside the house, guys! Maybe Hunter HQ should think about the implications of the fact that—*I am shot in the head by Keiji Inafune, who has never once thought something all the way through in his life and is not beginning now, killing me instantly*
In X1 there were basically three kinds of defector:
I'm So Bored Please God Kill Me Now
I Just Love Hitting Things
and
Whatever You Say Chief!
Well, and Storm Eagle's unfortunate little thing of
I Got My Ass Beat To Hell And Back Until I Said Fine I'll Kill The Humans With You Just To Make It Stop And All I Got Was This Terminate On Sight Designation T-Shirt
X2 is a little more varied than that. You now have the new exciting backstory flavors of
I Love Money More Than My Life And This Guy Promised Me A Raise, Sooooo... (Bubble Crab)
The Bad Guys Are Somehow Less Ableist Than The Good Guys (Overdrive Ostrich, who USED TO be able to fly, lost the ability in an accident, and retired because the Hunters were kind of treating him like damaged goods and he was over it. Editor's note I do not blame this dude at all, what the fuck!)
BLOCK OUT THE SUN (Flame Stag)
I Love Trash (Morph Moth, who was not a Hunter)
Idk I Was Already Doing Crimes, Might As Well (Crystal Snail, also not a Hunter)
Sigma Is My Literal Dad (Wire Sponge, made in one of Sigma's reploid factories. He came out wrong even for a Maverick. Good job, Sigma. Great quality control.)
There's Still No Virus In The Continuity But I Sure Caught It Somehow Anyway?? Help Me (Magna Centipede, who used to be in Zero's unit, but got 'brainwashed' somehow.)
(This happens a lot. This will keep happening. Zero collects subordinates who are just WAITING for an excuse. Also this will make a whole lot more sense once they retcon in the Maverick Virus and then MORE sense once they retcon in that it is coming from Zero specifically but we aren't there yet so right now it's just weird and kind of unfortunate!)
And you still have at least one I Just Love Hitting Things (Wheel Gator).
Also why are so many of these guys invertebrates? This is like the invertebrate game. X1 has two, but X2 has five of these things. (X3 has three, X4 has two again, X5 has three again, X6 has three, X7 only has one, and you will not see another game with five again until X8, the last one. I don't know why I went to count that.)
After X whacks a few of the Maverick stage bosses, there's a little cutscene at Dr. Cain's lab. The three shadowy weirdos from the intro call Dr. Cain to say like, "Hey, X, we named ourselves the X-Hunters for reasons you'll never be able to guess, and also we have Zero's parts. Meet us at the wherever the hell on the map we visibly teleport to after this in fifteen minutes for an ass-kicking." They hang up, Dr. Cain is like, "Well, it's fine, we still have Zero's control chip here and they can't really resurrect him without it, plus this is obviously bait, so maybe don't do anything too hast—"
X declares he's got to get Zero's parts back at any cost and runs the fuck off, because he's fine, okay. He doesn't wanna talk about it.
This scene is way more interesting in Japanese, where Serges and only Serges slips a bit and calls him Rockman X, which is sus, because nobody really mentions Rockman in the games, except for some reason Dr. Cain in English who calls him Mega Man X. Dr. Cain has actually read Dr. Light's notes so he's got at least a historical reason to be doing this, but Serges wouldn't know that shit, right? It is definitely unrelated that the Japanese materials describe Serges as having comparable intellect to a certain unnamed mad scientist. It is also certainly coincidence that despite Zero being an absolutely undocumented black box of a Wily creation, Serges somehow knows how to upgrade him too.
Let's assume for the plot that X does go through and collect all of Zero's parts, which is his head, torso, and legs. Now correct me if I'm wrong but his head did not actually fall off in X1...but meh, details, right? Once you have all three, Dr. Cain says he needs a little more time to get Zero's control chip installed, so go deal with the other Mavericks until then. Then, once you do that, he tells you it's going to take even MORE time, but hey, the X-Hunters are hanging out at the North Pole, like some kind of shitty dollar store Santa Clauses who come down your chimney and murder you. So X fucks off to the North Pole to do some violence, and shoots the hell out all three of the X-Hunters, like you do. In Japanese, Serges is kind of pissed that "Light's memento robot" defeated him, which again...yeah, that seems normal, nothing to see here!
Once X murderhobos his way through the rematch fights, he gets a random zoom call from Sigma, who invites him to come to the central computer in fifteen minutes for an ass-kicking, and once there he gets a nasty surprise: his buddy Zero is there, chilling, and Sigma is like, "Lol he's so mad that you let him die. Look at how upset he's getting. Look at his fists. They're balled. He wants to beat you up so bad." Except, assuming you collected all of Zero's parts, this is a shitty dollar store Zero with a palette swap, and the real Zero is offended as shit and shows up and kills the fuck out of his copy, saving you a fight. Sigma is like, "WHY are you not on my side though man you should be. You should totally be on my side and fighting him instead, it's your destiny." Zero's like, "Maybe so, but I still don’t like you!" <- Unlike almost everything else I keep putting in quotation marks, that's a real quote. I'm not making that one up. It's even better in Japanese because it's SO DISMISSIVE the way he says it. It's literally, "It's because I don't like you," but you'd almost have to localize it to something like "It's because I don't like your face," to convey the don't-give-a-singular-fuck disdain. He's just like, fuck your stupid destiny thing, do I look like the kind of person who cares.
I feel like this game is just kind of less interesting at the end than X1. Sigma did actually run off to Magna Centipede's level for his final stage for some reason, which is unusual. A lot of the implied angst in the first game exists, and X basically ignoring Dr. Cain's attempt at warning him to be careful because OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE CAN FIX THIS ONE THING AND MAYBE AT LEAST ONE PERSON HE CARES ABOUT WILL BE OKAY is pretty good. And once you blow up Sigma, he does have a little foreshadowing about Zero being "the last of the doctor's creations," or MUCH more specifically in Japanese, being "the last of the Wi...num...ers..." aka the Wily Numbers, aka Dr. Wily's robots, which is like...where'd you hear that, hm? Were you talking to that shady Serges guy again who was also basically your lieutenant? Couldn't be he's someone from the past who would know all this shit.
But I'm not gonna touch the epilogue just yet because let's say X decided that actually he should focus on the mission at hand and ignore these guys clearly trying to goad him into doing something stupid. Good call, X! You have finally learned a little self-preservation. Except, this goes badly actaully, because the X-Hunters will break into Dr. Cain's lab, not butcher him for some reason even though that would have been the logical thing to do if they really wanted to fuck with X and hamper his efforts, and steal all of Zero's parts, including his control chip.
I have a little headcanon about the reason they didn't bother, but I'll save that for a second or three later. For now...
X fucks off to the North Pole as before, deals with the X-Hunters (who are now shitty dollar store Santa Clauses who come down your chimney and STEAL YOUR DEAD FRIEND'S LEGS??), meets Sigma at the central computer, and Zero is there, only that's the real Zero, and X has to fight him. Maybe for the first time, but not for the last time, because reasons! X wins, which apparently slaps some sense into Zero, who for some reason apologizes for causing so much trouble (probably having been resurrected, reprogrammed, and then kicked in the head by your bestie until you're unreprogrammed makes you stupid) and says he's going to go destroy the main computer.
Wait, what main computer, like do you mean this entire stage? When did we ever establish about there being a main computer that needed to be destroooooh fine whatever go destroy the main computer and X can just fall down this hole where Sigma is. X is like, "Take care of yourself, Zero. I don't have time to put you back together again," and once again that's a real quote and I'm not just being flippant. Was that an attempt at humor? In Japanese it's just, "Do you intend to die?" which is like. God damn, X. I know this is the point in the game in which Zero exploded himself last time, but he JUST got here, he's not going to Death Hug the computer too. But ya boy is evidently having a flashback.
From there things proceed as normal, X defeats Sigma, and this time,
Two of them.
Joined by his friend Zero, Mega Man X gazes out over the sea. Sigma has once again been destroyed, but X wonders if the fighting will truly end. Was Dr. Light’s dream of a world in which Reploids and humans lived together in peace merely a dream? The price of peace is often high, X thinks to himself. Who or what must be sacrificed for it to become a reality? And when the time comes, will he be able to do it? The future holds the answers or…
It's a lot less of a downer than X1 was. The music is tense and kinda gloomy, but it's not the endless despair party that X1's ending theme was. X is like, okay, maybe this will work out. Sigma's defeated again, this sucks and all, but he's clearly the bad guy in this situation so there's less of an internal conflict about Was This The Right Thing To Do. Obviously so! It's less, was this right, and more, can I do this? And Zero's back, so maybe even some of the mistakes are fixable. It's not going to be easy, sure, but it at least feels possible.
Or maybe it's hopeless after all. Will the fighting truly end?
Haha, no. But don't tell him that right now, I don't think he could handle it. Can you imagine. Let the poor dude rest for five minutes. Just let him have this one little victory. God damn.
Anyway, let's leave those guys on their cliff and go over here instead for
HEADCANON TIME oh boy let's do it!!
So, it is not at all a stretch to say that Serges is probably some kind of AI incarnation of Dr. Wily. The game is not explicit about this, no, but it's heavily implied in the Japanese version, and Keiji Inafune, who has never thought anything all the way through in his entire life and is not starting now, is on record as having left it intentionally vague so that you can draw your own conclusions. Weird thing to tease, if there weren't a little truth to it.
This takes some of the later games' plot existing to make sense, but I don't think the X-Hunters really exist to be subservient to Sigma and just carry out his funny little genocidal reploid rampage. It's established that Zero was created by Dr. Wily, and if there's one thing that you can count on with Dr. Wily, it's that he is the kind of guy who will create a whole guy whose personality is summed up by, "I exist to kill this other guy and then after that I have no idea." He definitely did this with Bass. He definitely did this with Zero. In fact he went so overboard with Zero's Kill A Guy programming that Zero wanted to kill EVERY guy upon activation, which Sigma had to beat out of him (X4), making him weirdly normal.
(In fact the original recipe Maverick Virus was just a day-one patch for Zero's omnicidal bullshit tendencies to make him fucking stop it, dude, you have things to be doing that aren't creating new Pollock works all over the buried lab every time like a rat or something wanders in. But then because Wily is kind of a shit programmer but a really good scavenger of other people's shit, the day-one patch went, fine, you suck, I'm doing a world tour and getting stronger and coming back and FIXING YOU. Maverick Virus out.)
Now if you were some kind of AI version of Dr. Wily watching this—your favorite and final murder machine that you made specifically to kill Dr. Light's little baby-boo-bop hugs and love machine—and he is NOT doing that, he is in fact BECOMING BESTIES FOR LIFE with his enemy, this is not cool! This is just more proof that you are a bad programmer. Or, your original meatsuit self was a bad programmer, and now YOU are a program made of and by a bad programmer, which is arguably WORSE. It's enough to give a guy a FUCKING COMPLEX. Which is also a common thing to happen to any given Wily creation.
So your goal, here, because you think you're Dr. Wily or close enough to count, is to manipulate the situation into getting Zero to remember that he's supposed to be biting X to death with his teeth, not whatever the fuck pattycake he's playing with him right now, what the FUCK. WHAT the FUCK. Ahem.
If you have the X-Hunters kill Dr. Cain, well, that's not going to incentivize this happening at all. X is going to be so mad he kills you, and that's not optimal for shit. So fuck that guy. We ignore him. Unused variable. Just get Zero's parts and scram, because the important thing is rebuilding Zero, not fingerpainting with the innards of some human. (Even if Violen would probably be into that, but he's an idiot whose text box dialogue even appears more slowly than anyone else's, you can't listen to him if you want to get ahead in life.)
Sigma is really secondary to this too. He's very conveniently placed, and kind of easy to manipulate: just tell him that you know all about Zero (which is true) and that he's supposed to be on Sigma's side (which is close enough to true that he won't question it) and you can make this happen (you think you can. IT SHOULD WORK. Dammit. How bad of a programmer was your mental predecessor, anyway?). So Sigma kindly sets up everything for you, and you do your thing.
And they fight! Finally. It is glorious. Of course you are dead by the time this happens, probably, but maybe you aren't, because you have probably vacated your trashed-ass body into some other convenient system. (You will definitely not show up in X6 as some guy named Isoc, who upon finishing his work, goes absolutely inert like his whole-ass self just left his body, which you have definitely not just done and will not do again.)
EXCEPT GOD DAMMIT ZERO X HIT YOU IN THE HEAD HARD ENOUGH YOU CALMED DOWN AGAIN. GOD. DAMMIT. WHY THIS. FUCK. Okay, yeah, you're leaving. See y'all in X6, this sucks.
Anyway the real takeaway here is that Dr. Wily was just such a big fan of percussive maintenance that Zero occasionally needs to get beaten in the head with a wrench for a bit and then he's great for a while. If he starts twitching, that just means it's Wrench Time.
Anyway, that's X2, my second most favorite one.
Wire Sponge is a luffa, by the way. Loofah. However it's spelled.
This thing. That's what he is.
And I will not stop calling centipedes 'hyakuleggers' now because Magne Hyakulegger is way funner than Magna Centipede as a name.
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Uhhhh...
AyaKane?
hi nonnie!! i felt inspired and pretty much drabbled a small thing in notes for yew for my girls ayame/akane 🫶
i don’t know if you need any specific warnings since you’re anon, but ill give a content warning for mentions of drinking/alcohol!! alongside the fact that this fic takes place in an au! not much is very different about the two of them in here personality wise though, so dont worry !! hope you enjoy!!
(ftr, this au is pretty much is taking place in a very self indulgent notesapp chatfic ive been writing for myself for a bit now lol. i could explain more some other time :p)
// note: sorry if my writing isnt the best!! this is a lazy fic so… :3
ayame is a jewelery maker, and akane is a bartender 🫶
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ayame sat at the counter of the empty bar quietly. she was waiting. patiently.
her meeting with people online was a completely new concept to her, but she already had high hopes.. being invited to a bar by the owner of said bar..? it was impressive. right before she begun to grow impatient- the door behind the counter opened. “-Hey! You’re real early..!”
the bartender chuckled awkwardly, clearly not exactly prepared to be in the presence of someone else. “I don’t believe i’ve seen your face yet. you are…?”
“ayame.”
ayame smiled warmly, crossing her arms. the other girl’s eyes lit up. “really?! You’re so pretty..! i can’t believe I’ve never seen you before..” the bartender flushed, grabbing a few of the older glasses off of the bar.
this other girl was akane. of course, additionally known as t1ara on social media. even if akane didn’t already post countless selfies in their chat, she was the one who invited everyone. not to mention her personality shined through just as much offline than online.. her casual embarrassment over ayame being an early bird..
it could only make her keep her smile on her face… as she admired the bartender from afar. (2 feet)
“..yeah! i’m not the most active. you’d be surprised with how much i read rather than write to the group chat…”
akane held up a finger, quickly moving the empty and used glasses to the back. she returns, a new glass in her hand.
“would you like anything to drink..?”
a drink..? oh right. it wasn’t called a bar for nothing. ayame passed anything alcoholic. it just wasn’t for her.
“…..do you have juice? i dont drink that much.. believe it or not.”
“..mmyes! there’s only orange juice out though. i figured a few people would hold off on it. is that okay..?”
the bartender seemed a little intimidated,, at least from what ayame could see. it was a pretty normal thing for people to end up feeling that way around her.
she wished it wasn’t. she wanted to speak freely with akane. that’s what they did online..
of course, she would end up being a little hypocritical- she wasn’t going to risk saying anything out of line. a social media group chat was a lot different than real life.. and she didn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with akane..
but jeez…
“orange juice is fine!”
ayame lightly chuckled, deciding to act completely unbothered. orange juice is good! she eagerly waited as her glass was poured, unaware of how many times akane had glanced at her.
“you must be quite the professional. i really admire this set up you have here…” akane blushed further at the compliment, handing ayame her glass. she seemed ecstatic…
“thank you!! i really spent a lot of time keeping it clean. some of my regulars are quite the hogs. i wanted everyone to enjoy it here, without worrying about outsiders.”
hopefully akane didn’t burden herself too much. ayame wasn’t exactly confident in the abilities of their soon to arrive friends. having access to a group chat where the biggest alcoholics stay..? you see things. she figured this place was bound to get messed up… she’ll inevitably help clean it.
the two stood in silence as ayame took sips of her drink and akane finished preparing the bar, really pushing it past exceeding standards… once the bartender finished, she looked at ayame again, really unable to trail her eyes away.
“….”
“ahah.. i’m sorry. i just. i’m a little out of it, and you really look so…”
akane proceeded to take in ayame’s outfit: a slim maroon dress. a jacket for the wind outside. plenty of golden jewelry. she looked..
really hot. but akane had no idea how she was supposed to admit this in person.
“you’re just really beautiful. hahaha.. i’m so sorry, ayame….”
ayame felt. slightly awkward, but with no one else around… it was really flattering! having someone like akane honestly complimenting her so much..
it was exactly how she acted online… maybe there was no need to worry about them being too tense..
before she’s even able to react to the praise she’d been receiving, the door to the bar itself swings open. the two spare eachother one last smile at each other before the night began, and ayame turns a little red, mouthing something.
“…thank you.”
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I know nothing about outlast anyways I would like to know general information about the outlast girlies
i talked a lot about their general story and origins here!!
as for some other tidbit stuff uhhhh
Abby copes through humor to an unhealthy degree. The jokes are terrible too, like just ough god. The “it’s ok! you can laugh! it’s funny! [looks around and everyone has a face of pure horror on their face]” kinda bad. Sometimes Waylon gives her a pity laugh—sometimes it’s real—but it always ends the same. He pulls her aside and asks what specifically is eating at her. She vents to him. 3/5 times it probably ends in tears. She doesn’t want the others to see her fully break down, she doesn’t want them to see her like she was when they first found her. She doesn’t want to be seen as a victim, she’s a survivor and she knows this. But it’s in Miles and Jane’s—and sometimes even Lisa’s—nature to see her as some kind of hurt animal. Small, weak, and the like. Waylon understands. He felt the same way for a long while after the Mount Massive incident. But he also understands the others. He’s really gotta figure out how to make sure this kid doesn’t withdraw into herself and hide her feelings behind these jokes. But he’s also gotta make sure that she doesn’t feel weak. Yeah, he hasn’t actively parented in a bit, since both of his boys are off in college now. God help him, though, he’s not letting this kid suffer like he did, moving place to place, constantly looking over her shoulder. She’s gonna be safe. And she’s gonna be a fighter. She’s a survivor, like him.
SOMETHING MORE WHOLESOME FOR JANE-
God she’s so attached to the old pieces of media Simon would bring home. I think I mentioned that Ghostbusters is her favorite movie in the original post. She absolutely loved goofy horror. She poured herself over tattered copies of Goosebumps books. She just treasures the things that Simon brings back. She’s not used to things being given to her, for her, so these things are incredibly important. She even tried to bring the vhs tapes, the cassettes, the books with her when Miles had come to get her from the cabin. He kind of rushed the two of them out, and somehow in spite of everything else going on, the thing she was most upset about was the fact that she couldn’t take Simon’s gifts with her. BUT LEMME TELL YOU WHEN SHE FOUND OUT THAT THE PARK’S HAD THESE THINGS CALLED DVDS AND DIGITAL COPIES- yall 80s movies do some cocomelon shit to this girl. Miles, Waylon and Lisa all had a moment of just “aw….omg” when they first put one of her comfort movies on for her. She just kinda…melted. She was stiff and blunt and grumpy in this new environment, but when she saw something she was familiar with, something Simon had familiarized her with? Suddenly she was beaming, smiling with her eyes and teeth. None of the adults had truly seen her smile since they met her. They didn’t imagine that a kid raised by Murkoff could smile. They couldn’t believe that Simon Fucking Peacock was able to bring the kid this much joy.
They needed to find him. Whatever it takes.
#my sillies#i love them so so much#its a lot of angst but they have moments of happiness#elder trauma holders helping baby trauma holders#i love the parental role i placed on yknow. everyone else.#they saw these kids for .02 seconds and said YE NO ID DIE FOR THEM#moonflwer jane#moonflwer abby#moonflwer ocs#moonflwer answers#moonflwer writes#outlast#outlast: whistleblower#outlast oc#outlast 2
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Uhhhh okay so what about first kiss with trent after the first date?? You are both quite shy and yeah maybe iTs a bit awkward but its perfect cause it was the start of something great🥺🥺🥰🥰
why can i not write short things? seriously. ah well, i’ll leave that to the other writers.
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The date had been perfect. A little flirting here and there, enough to make your cheeks heat and your stomach to flip but nothing to make you feel in your gut that he was going too far or for you to make up an excuse to leave.
Your responses brought a wide, beautiful smile to his face and you liked it when he sat back, a happy content look painting his expression as he played with his hair and listened to what you had to say. He answered with his own experiences, asked you more questions or persuaded you to continue. It felt as though he was taking in everything you were saying and genuinely paying attention.
The chemistry that you’d felt through the texts leading up to tonight had filtered through into the date and made it feel real. There had been moments where when you’d sent a message and while you’d been waiting for a reply, you wondered if he’d felt it too or if it was just all in your head and you were making it into something that it wasn’t.
But his body language, his inability to take his eyes from you and his need to keep you comfortable and relaxed confirmed it. His laughter had been contagious, his smile brought one of your own and each hour that you remained in his presence, the butterflies were slowly taking over your belly and pouring out into the available spaces they were able to flutter into.
So when he offered to drop you off at home, you felt comfortable enough to say yes. His car was immaculate. It smelt new, the feel of the soft seats had made you melt into them and the ride home was smooth one with the music turned down low and conversation continuing. You could feel the atmosphere change when he killed the engine. The way it always does as a good evening comes to an end and the awkwardness creeps back in once more as you try to find the right balance of saying goodbye and goodnight with a genuine feel and not trying to rush off so soon.
“Well,” you say, forcing a small smile onto your lips, “I guess this is me.”
“I guess it is,” he replies, mirroring your expression until you crack and give him a real smile. “I’ve enjoyed tonight.” he offers, not wanting you to leave the car without knowing how much.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods as he adjusts the watch, long fingers tugging it this way and that until it sits better against his wrist. “I liked watching you as you explained or spoke. Going through your motions.”
“Oh god,” you groan a little and cover your face, wondering exactly what expressions you may have pulled. He laughs, hand now covering yours as he reveals your face again but not without your cheeks burning with shame.
“It’s a good thing. It definitely made me want to kiss you,” he replies, forcing himself to keep staring at your eyes instead of allowing his gaze to drop to your lips like he wants to but when it gets too much, he looks away, his smile faltering.
“It did?”
“Does.” he corrects both you and himself. “I still want to.”
“I’d like that,” you whisper, voice failing you as you realise what he’s saying. For the first time tonight, he looks a little unsure of himself. He begins to move forward slowly before pausing, only to resume again a few seconds later.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Trent turns his head to the right as you go to the left, your noses bump as you both begin to turn at the same time and you find yourself giggling as he presses his lips to yours. You can feel his grin against you as he kisses, your lips parting for a second or two before they reconnect, causing your teeth to momentarily clash as the two of you keep grinning.
“Shh,” he whispers, his hand cupping the back of your head but his own chuckle gives himself away that he’s unable to keep control too. You’re both able to pull yourself together when he kisses you again, and this time, it feels a little more serious. He controls the pressure, the way he turns his head and how he kisses you with just the right amount of need. It’s slow open mouth kisses, a tease of tongue and just when you feel as though you’re becoming dizzy, he nibbles ever so lightly on your lip. “
“Yeah,” he says quietly, “I’ve enjoyed tonight.”
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so wheres dareth in crime au 👀
He is in the same place as he should be, former dojo owner turned karaoke bar owner.
So I accidentally wrote over 2k abt that last night trying to answer that. Somehow the ninja snuck their way into this lol making it twice as long. Uhhhh enjoy?
(I'm doing prompts for the ninjago crime au now, to get some more inspiration and all, so if you've got any ideas send them over and I'll write them!)
[Read it here or under the cut]
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"So why a karaoke bar?" Ronin asked the barkeep, genuinely curious to know. Not for any ulterior motives, just to know.
Lately, Ronin had not been frequenting his usual haunts of shady dive bars and cesspools of criminals. Instead he's been trying something new. A karaoke bar filled to the brim with Garmadon enforcers wasn't his go to, not unless he wanted to make trouble. But this one was special. It had a particularly cute bartender. Sure, any bar can have one, but none of them had this one.
It was also good for getting inside info on what moves Garmadon was planning on making. Not to stop him, just to keep out of his way. For now. But most of his time has been spent there chatting up the barkeep, not getting any practical useful information. Might as well grill the owner to have something to show for it.
"Well, I had a dojo a long time ago but never had enough business to keep it going and had to shut it down, it was good for a while but… things happened." The cute bartender distractedly glanced at the Garmadon enforcers with a tight frown, nearly dropping the glass he was cleaning.
Ronin decidedly didn't look at the brutes sprawled around the bar. They seemed good for the bar's business, and Ronin couldn't afford to get himself in any more trouble. Better safe than sorry. Better to keep his head down for now and try not to cause any more trouble.
"And a karaoke bar seemed a good idea as any." The man laughed, and Ronin would give anything in the world to hear that sound again. All his money, his secrets, his life, anything just to make him laugh again.
"I'm sure there's gotta be more profitable businesses out there you could have picked. Y'know, like uh pony racing." Ronin knew quite a lot about profitable businesses, having been involved in more money making schemes than he can count. There was definitely a reason to own an underperforming bar, and that wasn't to make bank.
And there was that laugh again. Ronin could die happy now.
"Eh, I happen to enjoy hearing shitty covers of pop songs and making way too sugary drinks." He gestured to the drunk group wailing at the mic, singing so loud and annoying they might as well be screaming. It made Ronin want to toss them over a bridge, just to get some peace and quiet. But the barkeep didn't seem to mind, humming along with the song that played.
The man's tie hung undone around his neck and a white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to catch a peek of a gold chain holding a medallion with a star in it. Shiny. Ronin willed his hands to stay onto his drink. He didn't want to get kicked out of a bar for having sticky fingers
Again.
"Why the name Laughys though?" He took another gulp of the drink to distract himself. It was too sweet and tangy, too much juice, not enough liquor, but at least it tasted good. He squinted his eye at the barkeeps smudged nametag. Dareth. Odd name, but who's Ronin to judge.
"Who doesn't need a good laugh every now and then, especially with how things are now. We just do what we can to make it easier."
"Ah, I get that." Ronin did whatever he could to stay afloat himself. Pushing down others to get what he wanted had never been a problem before. But now, now he can't justify it to himself as easily, can't excuse it. It's all those damn kids' fault. Making his bleeding heart pour out everywheres.
"Guess I just want to let people have a good have time and forget about how fucked everything is, ya know."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." He sighed, taking the last swig of the sugary tangy juice.
"So I've seen you around here a lot lately, but you never go up to sing?" Dareth's astute observation did not go unnoticed.
"Ah, so you've noticed me around here have you?" His coy sharp grin tried to change the conversation, with no such luck.The flat look Dareth leveled him with would have stung if he'd had any shame or dignity left.
"Hard not to notice you, what with my other regulars being Garmadons guys or whatever other gang has taken over this street for the week."
"At least the last gang could sing, this one eh."
"I'm sure you could do better, then."
"Oh, uh, I'm really not that good at singing. Sounds like a croaking cat, I swear." He laughed at that. His singing really did sound much worse than that.
"C'mon, karaoke's not about being good at it, it's about having a good time."
"I haven't had one of those in a while either." Hands clutched the empty glass like a lifeline, like if he let go he'd drown and that would be it for him.
"Here I'll show you." The rag he was using to clean glasses was carelessly tossed over his shoulder onto the counter.
"Shouldn't you be, I don't know bartending?" He panicked.
Dareth looked around at the empty bar. The enforcers were scattered in groups, hushed whispers reached Ronin's ears making him more than a little paranoid, but none were approaching the bar. Ronin was the sole occupant.
"I think they can hold out for a few minutes." He held out a hand with a smile.
The wide smile made around his eyes crinkle and shine. The kindness of it was so bright Ronin knew it would blind him if he looked at it directly. So he looked at his outstretched hand instead. It was soft and bejeweled with several fake gold rings and a little bit sticky from making drinks all night.
He didn't look at his own, he knew they were calloused and crooked and more than a little bloody from things long ago that he wishes he could regret. He didn't want to get any on the man's white shirt, nevermind it was already stained from spilled drinks. He didn't want to ruin him like he had everything else in his life. He was too good for Ronin to ruin him as well.
He didn't want to be selfish this time.
He couldn't.
"Uh, I'd love to but, I uh, gotta go. Left the laundry in the oven." He glanced at the time just to divert his gaze from the hand. 10:30 isn't that unreasonable a time to call it quits right? He's not a young man anymore, he really can't be out drinking all night. He's got things to heist, people to steal from. A very busy life without this rather endearing bartender in it.
The laugh Dareth gave almost made it all worth it.
"Well, you're welcome back any time then. I'll put the karaoke duet on hold. Until after you've taken care of that, what was it, oven laundry? Heh, sounds like fun."
Oh Garmadon, is that what he just said. Had Ronin really just used 'oven laundry' as his excuse. He had to leave right now before he embarrassed himself any further.
"Here, for the tab. Keep the change." He slapped a few too many coins into the man's hand and fled the karaoke bar like a bat out of hell.
He was too sweet for Ronin, too kind, too good. Too good for him, anyways. He didn't want to ruin him too. Every beautiful thing Ronin had ever touched he had ruined in the end, and by god if that man wasn't the most beautiful and charming person he'd met in a long while. Ronin was just too good at breaking the things that he shouldn't. Too good at ruining the things he wanted to keep good. And he didn't want to drag anyone down with him. Not again.
For once in his life he couldn't be selfish. Not this time.
Not again.
He didn't notice Dareth looking back at him as he left, a disappointed frown now etched on his face and his hand still outstretched holding the coins. Still waiting. And then he sighed and got back to work.
He also didn't notice the empty glass still clutched in his hand until he got to the street and by that point, it was too late to turn back then. Might as well keep it. Guess sticky fingers don't go away too easily.
Some things just stay with you.
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"Mr. Ronin's in loooooove!" Jays mocking reached his ears as soon as Ronin's unlocked apartment door opened up. It made him pause. Jay's unruly curls popped over the couch, shit eating grin in tow.
When had Jay of all people gotten to the point he could look at Ronin and just tell what was going on in his head. He was getting too close to these kids. He needed to cut ties from everyone and run far away before he fucked them all up too.
The kids were lounging in his tiny living room, Jay taking up most of the worn couch with his tiny body, Kai and Nya perched on the armrests like gargoyles, Zane sitting cross legged on the floor with Cole practically planking next to him on the ground, some program played on the small tv in front of them.
Zanes' polite chime of, "Mr. Ronins business is his own, we shouldn't pry." broke him out of his thoughts.
Instead he shook his head and headed in the room. No he couldn't do that to them, leave them, not when they were all counting on him. He couldn't. Not yet anyways. They had a job to complete and Ronin was, if nothing else, a professional. He wouldn't leave them hanging like that.
"Look, the love guru just knows these things ok-"
"Shut it brat." Ronin stormed by, intent on shutting himself in his apartment and wallowing for a good bit, but fate had other ideas. Namely fate had all the kids in his apartment eating his stale chips and watching his crappy tv.
Jay pouted at being referred to as a brat. Even though it was undeniably true.
He reinforced his brat status by throwing a chip in Kai's overgeled hair, laughing when it stuck there. Kai immediately retaliated.
Ronin reached the kitchen, rinsing the glass he accidentally stole out in the sink.
"What are all you doing here? Don't you have your own places to be at?" He tossed his red straw hat like a frisbee at the group as an attempt to break up the oncoming chip battle. It did not work. Zane plucked it from the air and placed it atop his own head, looking more than a little smug.
"We ran out of chips, so we broke into your apartment." Nya held up Ronins half empty chip bags.
"And your cables better than any of ours, seeing as how Jay's generous 'upgrades' only fried all of our TVs." Cole glared up at Jay, who sprinkled crumbs on him.
"Ah. Fair enough." He shrugged. Honestly he couldn't blame them, he'd have done the same thing too. He was damn proud of them for getting past all the various traps and alarms he'd set, which takes some pretty diligent teamwork. Good for them. They're getting better.
And now Kai, Jay, Cole and Nya were all throwing chips at each other. Great. Maybe he wasn't all that proud of them after all. And Ronin refused to clean their mess up. At least with all them here, once they left he would have to. He really didn't want rats in here again.
He was fully intent on going to his room and planning out the next heist or trying to sleep, whichever came first, when Cole stopped him.
"Uh, you wanna watch with us, Mr. Ronin?" Cole asked while smothering Jay with the mostly empty chip bag.
All of them laughing and throwing chips at one another, having fun, it seemed too good to interrupt. But they did come over to his place, for more than just the chips and semi reliable cable he suspects. Might as well give the kids what they want or they'll be pestering him all night.
"Hell, why not. Scoot over runt."
"I am not a runt!" Screeched Jay from the couch.
"So what's on." He kicked Jay's legs away from one end of the couch and plopped down, accidentally crushing a bag of chips. Great. Just great.
"It's a reality show, but like with brutal fighting and shit. They toss a bunch of kids in a pit and they gotta fight it out gladiator style." Kai explained.
"And what's the winner get? Something good I hope." If it was a rare trophy or a boatload of money Ronin might have to see about another heist.
"They get to live." Zane stated, glowing eyes locked on the screen like trying to solve an insolent puzzle.
"Ah, that's it?"
"That's it." His tone was solemn as he'd ever heard a robots voice. He'd never known a machine could sound so melancholy.
"You ever known anyone who's been on there?" Ronin really hoped they didn't.
Kai shrugged, "Yeah, a few. But it's their own fault for wanting to get on that show in the first place. Fame and glory only lasts so long when you've nothing to back it up." He crossed his arms and slouched back onto the armrest.
"But to spice it up, we're taking bets to see who's gonna win. Want in?" Cole cheekily held up an old Chen's noodle house notepad, with their names and bets marked down. It seemed like Jay, Kai, and Nya kept losing, while Cole and Zane seem to have teamed up on winning. Good for them.
"Nah, I know well enough never to bet against a super smart super bot and former crimelords bodyguard."
"Then you know more than them." Zane looked to the trio grumbling on the couch as someone on the screen won their battle. They handed Zane a few coins each, which he split among Cole. Not the outcome they had predicted it would seem. But the outcome the other two had.
Interesting development.
"I'm feeling like having a grilled cheese, any takers?" Might as well feed them something better than old chips if they're here. Ronin got up and stretched his arms above his head till he heard a satisfying pop.
"Oh yes!"
"Yeah I'll have one."
Affirmations rang out through the kids.
"I wouldn't mind helping you, the competition here has gotten stale." Zane cooly brushed off.
"Hey, we are not stale!" Nya outraged shout followed them a few feet away to the kitchen.
"Yeah, if anything these chips are more stale than us!" Kai threw the last if the chips at Zane.
"You guys are cleaning all this up, you do know that right?" Ronin gestured to the scattering of crumbs littering just about every surface of the apartment.
Stony silence met him until all the kids chimed in at once.
"Maybe that grilled cheese doesn't sound so great-" Jay leaped up.
"Yeah, I've got to go, uh-" Kai beat him to the door, pulling it open.
"There's a definitely real thing we totally forgot about-" Nya was right behind them pushing them out, the traitor.
"Oh, are we leaving now? What about helping clean-" Zane switched tracks and followed them as Cole pulled him away.
"Yep buddy. Ok bye Mr. Ronin, thanks for letting us hang out, uh, we'll see you later I guess? Yeah, bye!" Cole waved and shut the door behind them, leaving Ronin standing there dumbfounded.
Well, that's one way to clear a room.
And still the place was a mess. He sighed and got to work.
The things he does for these kids.
He didn't even notice the stupid smile on his face stayed the rest of the night.
#b.text#b.writings#ninjago crime au#scruffshipping#apparently.#ninjago#ninjago fanfiction#i want intending this to get so long really. it was jsut supposed to be a short interaction then it grew from there....#b.asks#cant believe the 1st real writing thing im posting abt this au is this but eh im fine with that actually.#ninjago dareth#ninjago ronin
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Have some of Randy’s oneshot I’ve been working on for way too long and it definitely needs work and uhhhh, you know, to be finished.
Merle twisted his face as I walked back to the office. “You kiddin’ me? Now you listen here, Miller. Those two boys ain’t worth my fuckin’ time. Weirdos, they are. You hear about that Adelaide Drubman? Word is she’s got her claws on some young college kid now. Him and a few friends stopped in for spring break or some shit, looked at her, and decided to stay a bit longer for the experience, if you catch my drift.”
“I don’t need to fuckin’ know that, Merle.” My tone was a little clipped when I turned to look back at him. He threw his hands up in the air in defense.
“Alright, alright. I hear yah, buddy. Loud and clear. I’m just sayin’ that a titty bar would be fun and we ain’t got one here. A bunch of the guys are goin’.”
Scoffing under my breath, I shake my head. I was almost curious to see what the roster for that had turned out to be, but I spared myself the fucking nightmare. I find the Jeep paperwork, filling out the invoice to reflect the work that was done. New brakes and tire rotation and alignment with a quick oil change. Easy enough.
“I’m sure y’all will have fun, mate. I got shit to do and I ain’t interested.” I mumbled as I rubbed my beard, no longer paying much attention.
Aaaaaand here’s some of my Haikyuu vampire au because apparently we’re dragging myself today. Don’t look at me. I REPEAT, DO NOT LOOK AT ME.
“I already died, what does it matter?” The words were barely more than a rasp and my throat erupted in invisible flames from the effort, but it doesn’t dull the harsh tone. I didn’t think it through, the words left before I even realized I was replying. I wasn’t even sure what my intention was at this point. But whatever mark I had aimed at, the words struck true and for the first time since I had met him, Kuroo bared his fangs at me in pure fury. Whatever semblance of a heart I had in my chest had stilled, my breath catching as his demeanor changed. He quickly shot the glass back, draining the contents before turning and reaching for the bag on the table. I was confused—and a bit terrified—as I watched him, unsure how to navigate whatever shift had happened. I had seen him angry, seen him vicious and cold, but it was always with a gently but firm arm around my waist or shoulders, a hand sometimes resting against my lower back. It was always aimed at someone else, never me. For a moment, I worried that perhaps he would finish me off. But he brought the bag to his mouth and used his teeth to rip into the plastic before pouring a healthy amount into the glass. After tossing the bag back where it laid before, blood pooling on the wooden table, he paused for a moment, as if waiting for something—giving me a chance to move or do something. But I didn’t. So he shot back another glassful, his mouth full as red liquid seeped through his lips just a bit. He didn’t swallow, however. He just held it in his mouth.
And took a step forward.
My eyes widened, and for the first time since being placed in here, I felt fully awake. Enough to realize just how bad I had truly gotten. “No…no.” The words were nothing but a rasp, but I knew he could hear me—could understand me. That didn’t make him stop in his approach, however, and I began to scramble to put more distance between us. Before, I probably would have put up a better fight, even if he would have found it amusing—like he usually did—I would have been able to at least try. But my body was too weak from just laying in bed, refusing to feed to maintain any sort of health by their standards. My arms shook as I tried to prop myself up, as I tried to move away, and I just collapsed against the mattress as my attempts to scoot closer to the other side became futile. Kuroo moved swiftly, gracefully climbing on the bed and sliding up close. Tears swam in my eyes as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as he gently held me, almost cradling me against his chest as he laid on his side beside me. It was enough to stun me, but not enough to keep my hands from trying to shove him away—no matter how pathetic the attempt—as I continue to try to tell him to go away. It caused something in his hazel eyes to flicker as he used his free hand to gently caress my cheek.
If I hadn’t known better, I would have said it was sorrow.
It was gone in a second. His gentle caress—his thumb tracing my cheekbone delicately—quickly transformed into a firm grip on my jaw. I gasped from shock as panic filled my chest, but it gave him the perfect opportunity to squeeze, forcing to keep my mouth open as he quickly ducked down, crashing his lips hard against mine. An opened mouth kiss that would have been obscene to witness allowed the dark liquid to pour into my mouth as my nails dug into his shoulder. I tried hard to spit it back as I kept my throat closed, trails of red warmth escaping from the kiss and meeting his fingers
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