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mdemontespan1667 · 2 years

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AND I FEEL FINE

-SHANE WALSH (TRUCKS/MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE AU) X READER (3RD PERSON)

-SHANE'S POV

WARNINGS: VEHICULAR VIOLENCE/HOMICIDE - MENTIONS OF DEAD BODIES - GORE - BLOOD - HORROR - VAGINAL SEX - ORAL SEX (MALE AND FEMALE RECEIVING)

18 + ONLY/NO MINORS

No one ever in the history of fan fiction has asked for this AU. But here it is. It's based on the short story Trucks by Stephen King and the cocaine fueled Maximum Overdrive directed by the same. I copied the following synopsis from Wikipedia:

"Trucks" takes place in a truck stop in the United States. The truck stop is located off a freeway and it features a diner, a gas station, and a convenience store.

The story's narrator and a handful of strangers find themselves trapped together in a freeway truck stop diner after semi-trailers and other large vehicles are suddenly brought to independent life by an unknown force and proceed to gruesomely kill every human in sight.

A great big humongous THANK YOU to the uber talented and always fabulous @caffiend-queen. Without you I doubt I ever would've posted this.

“We’re gonna die.”

Her voice was composed, resigned but even.

The hysterics of 2 days ago had settled, much like the remains of her friend.

Shane had watched as their lime green VW Bug fishtailed into the parking lot, narrowly missing the concrete embedded pumps, an old International Harvester on their ass.

The driver had overcorrected, pitching the vehicle forward in a sickening roll.

Both occupants had escaped the wreckage, bloodied and disorientated.

The woman standing behind him had made it inside.

The IH had clipped her friend’s leg.

She’d spun, falling under the truck’s 24 inch wheels.

Others had followed.

All that was left was a vague dark shape, the oil stained limestone parking lot absorbing most of the gore.

It wasn’t the only body.

An elderly couple staring lifelessly from their Lincoln Towncar.

A boy, who couldn’t have been more than 16, half in, half out of his primered Nova’s windshield.

The balding, middle aged Bible salesman who had lost it last night around the time the electricity went out.

Babbling about End Times and God’s wrath against the sinners, he had bolted out the double doors.

A cement truck had pounced.

The impact had fling him a good 20 feet, flinging him in an overgrown drainage ditch.

His agonized wails had carried in the air despite the burbling diesels, putting everyone on edge.

No one would admit they had been relieved when it stopped.

Shane’s own patrol car was unrecognizable.

Each truck had a turn like a group of sailors with a cheap whore.

He’d been inside, shooting the shit after filling his tank when the first trucks arrived.

Trucks with no drivers.

Motion to his right brought him back to the present.

The woman had set down on the faded vinyl seat that now faced the tinted plate glass windows.

The dim glass showed her reflection.

Her eyes were still swollen and bloodshot from sobbing, lips chewed raw, a drawn, pinched look to her cheeks.

She reminded him of one of his Grandma Jean’s Limoges figurines, fragile and ready to shatter at the least provocation.

The short Flamingo pink sundress she wore was dotted with blood, hem torn.

“Make love to me.”

“Huh.”

Her words caught him off guard.

He glanced at the woman, trying to gauge her sanity.

She continued to stare straight ahead.

“Make love to me.”

There was no mistaking this time.

Faint, tinny music from an ancient battery operated boombox floated from the kitchen.

Time is the essence

Time is the season

Time ain’t not reason

Got no time to slow

Time everlasting

Time to play B sides

Time ain’t on my side

Time I’ll never know

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I'm not the one to tell you what’s wrong or what’s right

I’ve seen suns that were freezing and live that were through

But I’m burnin'

I’m burnin'

I’m burnin' for you

“I’m not sure this is the right time or place darlin.”

She reached over, placing her hand in his lap.

Her fingers traced Shane’s dick under his uniform.

“It’s the end of the World.”

Despite the circumstances, he felt himself react.

Fucking her might be a Grade A Asshole move but it wouldn’t be the first one he’d ever made.

“Where to?”

He made to stand up but she stopped him.

“Here. I don’t care who, or what, sees.”

She dropped to the worn, pitted linoleum, situating herself between his legs.

Shane expected her to be fumbling, desperate.

Instead she was calm, drawing his shirt over his head, unzipping his pants, pulling his hard length free, her eyes glazing at the size.

She licked him from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head, taking more of him with each swipe.

The woman hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head, hand pumping in a synchronized pattern.

Shane hissed, leaning back.

He lifted his foot, dragging her dress down.

She dipped her head over and over, saliva pooling on her chin.

Tittering on the edge, he gently pushed her away.

She stood, shimmying her dress to the floor.

Shane ran his knuckles through her slit.

“Damn girl, sucking my dick got your pussy all kinds of messy.”

The urge to bend her over and slam his dick home was strong, but if this was the last time he wanted it to be good for her too.

He bent forward replacing his knuckles with his tongue.

Her breath caught.

He grabbed her ass, bringing her closer.

He lapped at her cunt circling and sucking her clit.

Low moans spurred him on.

He worked her faster, inserting two fingers, sweeping her nub, raising her to her tiptoes.

She braced her hands on his back, nails digging in, her legs starting to tremble.

Shane doubled his efforts.

She came hard, incoherent cries bubbling from her lips.

He held on as she ground her pussy on his tongue, dragging out her orgasm.

Gradually the shaking resided.

He set back, lifting his hips, pushing his uniform pants down.

“Climb on.”

The woman straddled him, knees spread wide, hands balanced on his shoulders.

His hands settled on her lips, guiding her.

She whimpered as he slipped in.

A small smirk formed on his lips.

“You can take it all darlin.”

Her legs slid further apart, taking more of him.

“Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”

With a pained sigh she enveloped him to the hilt.

Shane gave her a moment to get accustomed to his size then slapped her ass.

“Ride me girl.”

She rolled her hips, hesitant at first, more confidently as her walls adjusted.

He caught a nipple, his mouth hot on her cool skin.

Arching her back, she tangled her hands in his hair.

One hand snaked from her hip to her sopping cunt, thumb caressing her swollen nub.

Shane’s other hand held her, his hips rising to meet hers.

Her pussy clenched around him, a sure sign of her impending orgasm.

“You gonna cum all over my big dick?”

The woman nodded, biting her lip.

He stroked her clit quicker.

Her rhythm was chaotic as she came, squeezing his dick so hard he growled.

Before the aftershocks faded Shane caught hold of her hips again, fingers digging in her flesh.

“Hold on.”

She leaned forward, clasping the back of the seat.

Shane lifted his hips, thrusting inside her velvety warmth.

He fucked her mercilessly, bouncing her on his dick, her tits swaying.

He caught one, then the other, sucking and nipping.

She dropped her hand between them, fingers twitching violently at her overstimulated nub.

“That’s it darlin.”

He gritted his teeth.

“That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”

The bench springs squealed in protest.

She let go, her cunt clamping, head falling back as she came.

Shane hooked his arms under hers, holding her to him.

He pistoned his hips, driving up into her, harder, faster.

Beyond control Shane used her body like a fuck toy, her head flopping like a rag doll.

Grunting he came, his cum dribbling from her abused cunt.

When their breathing slowed, she shifted, settling beside him.

He situated himself, zipping his pants.

The woman retrieved her dress.

Headlights splashed across the windows.

A faded yellow bulldozer had joined the others, smoke stacks belching fire.

She wiped a silent tear from her cheek.

“It won’t be long now.”

Shane wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

He kissed her forehead.

They watched………..

And waited.

Burnin' For You / Blue Oyster Cult 1981

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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All I'm thinking about now is a Rhett and Bob threesome...

Rhett is seated deeply inside of you--so deeply that your body's reaction is to push you up non your tip toes and bend at the hips, face tilted towards the ceiling in the bedroom.

"y'good, darlin'?" Rhett grunts through grit teeth, fingers digging into the bend of your hips.

nodding silently, you just blindly reach forward until your hands find purchase on Bob's thighs.

he's sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Rhett take you from behind, his throat warm with desire.

"s'not too much, is it?" Rhett asks, experimentally rolling his hips and shivering when you push back against him like the good girl you are. "fuck."

he starts to roll his hips forward again, just barely pulling out of you before moving back into you. God, you're fucking wet. just from kissing Bob, just from letting Rhett lick your cunt, just from the sheer prospect of having both of them.

Bob's mouth is dry with desire the moment Rhett finds a good pace, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he begins to steadily thrust into you. the sounds you're making right now--god, they're fucking perfect. they're sweet and wanting and making his cock throb.

"god, you look fucking pretty," Bob tells you. without further ado, he cups your cheek with one hand as he slowly strokes himself with the other, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. "look so pretty when he's fucking you, honey."

a ditzy, lazy smile tugs at your lips.

"only you are so polite during a threesome," you whisper to him.

and before Bob can respond, you're leaning into him, pressing your mouth against his. your soft lips coax his apart and then god, your tongue is in his mouth and you taste like white wine and honey and he's absolutely dizzy right now.

Rhett groans from behind you, cursing softly when your walls hug him tighter.

"fuck, Bob," he mutters. "keep kissin' her. she fuckin' loves it."

and then you're moaning against Bob's lips, reaching down and moving his hand out of the way so you can languidly stroke his cock a few times.

Bob whimpers and in unison, you and Rhett groan.

"how's that?" you pant to Bob, stroking his cock just right, thumbing all that precum and doing him the way you know he likes. "that good, Bobby?"

he nods against your lips, breath caught between his teeth.

"yeah," he mutters. "god, yeah--yeah, that's so fucking good, honey."

"oh, fuck, Rhett," you very after a particularly deep thrust. "that's so fucking good."

without a word about it, Rhett releases your right hip and moves between your legs, rubbing tight and precise circles around your clit until your legs are almost buckling.

"don't stop," Rhett encourages, picking up his face. "I wanna all cum at the same time now, alright?"

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killerandhealerqueen · 6 months

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Episodes written: 24/37

#sass talks about her writing #Killer and Healer #Killer and Healer rewrite #progress report #jesus fucking christ #i have no idea when i'm gonna finish this fic in all fucking honesty #gonna have over 1K+ pages though by the end of it that's for damn sure #but after this episode #shit just keeps getting worse #which means that i'm going to have to shift into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE to figure out the changes that are going to be made #lord have mercy on my soul and brain #i love working on this fic though don't get me wrong #but my god does it take a lot out of me

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redrobin-detective · 1 year

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ill be honest the first time i read The Long Way Around (which must have been in 2018 !) and for a while after i simply was not aware it was a series, even after i started following you? when you posted rise up i remember being very surprised and excited "oh there's MORE?" so i really have zero expectations lol

i absolutely adore it and it's a very wonderful series, thank you (and i am also very glad you are a fan of other things i am a fan of, so i can just hop fandoms and continue enjoying your fic)

Ahhhh you're gonna make me scream because I also am in love with your stories. I've adored them for years and now have been greedily reacquainting myself with all the excellent BNHA stories I've loved over the years. Your 30 minute fics still haunt me and are Astounding.

When I first wrote TLWA, the seeds of the hypothetical future were there but didn't really cement until I finished the story. Once done, I came up with what eventually became Rise Up and the finale story. I've had that finale story outlined down to the detail for years. It's always bothered me, having that ending live only in my head, to be incomplete. That coupled with a bit of a falling out with BNHA made it hard to get momentum going. I decided a few weeks ago to really make an honest effort at wrapping things up.

I decided to bridge the gap, to dip my feet back into the world, by writing a sort of set-up/in between piece that addresses things I've wanted to talk about but never had the space to. It's actually going well! I'm finally starting to get into the groove and have about 7000 words so far. My optimistic prediction is Feb/March but oh the more I write this fic the more I'm raring to go the finale fic. With it all plotted, I hope that comes out fairly quickly like TLWA/RU did.

This whole verse is still very important to me, Rise up remains one of my favorite fics I've written and I get teary eyed every time I reread it. I'm so genuinely excited to move forward with this, its like coming full circle even if I took the long way around.

#fic: the long way around #the road not taken #sorry that ended up being alot but as I shift into Fic Mode it soon becomes the only thing I think of #Ive been very much 'head empty fic thoughts only' the past few days as i shift into Maximum Overdrive #this one I didnt have planned out only Vibes which is why it took a bit to get going #but now that I have Story to go with Vibes (completely new Vibes threw the old ones out to my utter surprise!)#its going quicker #God Im still talking #I'm happy to talk about it More if anyone is ever interested #somehow I will resist the urge for spoilers but oh how I love to tease

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actualbird · 1 year

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uhhh u don't have to answer this or anything but another ask reminded me so !! speaking of autistic artem um im autistic and heavily relate to artem and LOVE to hc and project onto him!! i think it's super fun to flesh him out like that and really love to read a lot of his experiences under that light! i also apply my demi acearo-ness to him because I think it fits.

I've never seen other ppl who rlly go "autistic artem" like I do so seeing ppl here say it makes me so happy!! :DD

waAAAHHH this is lovely, it's really the best thing ever to see parts of yourself in a character and thusly engage in some awesome projecting :D

im somewhere on the ace spectrum too (where exactly? who knows, im more like just kinda floating through the pool on a big inflatable swan with sunglasses on) and bestowed this onto artem as well, my hc is he's demi bi, and i also adore your hc of demi aroace <3

and hell yea, im glad the previous ask both reminded u and brought u joy, may autistic artem hc be spread even further!!

#artem can fit so much projection in him....and foRREAL i feel this so much cuz ive got two artem-centric fics that were wholly just #me projecting at maximum overdrive. while i kin luke more strongly theres just....theres Something about how artem's brain works #that is like im looking in a frigging mirror....//gently holds the lawyer #asks #anon

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meownotgood · 2 years

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HOW AM I LITERALLY NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONEEEEEEE I'M STILL EDITING AND HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE ACTUAL FUCKING I'M GONNA SCREAM

#guys I need to work in maximum overdrive if I want this fic to be done on time #I have three days FUCK I CAN DO IT #DON'T GIVE UP NOW WHEN WE'RE SO CLOSE TO THE FINISH LINE

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webbyghost · 10 months

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babygirl i am on levels of multitasking you could barely comprehend

#working which involves listening and repeating what someone says verbatim and making sure the programs prints it correctly #instrumental music on in the background #playing a wonderful life #sometimes writing down stray fic thoughts #and maladaptive daydreaming #all at once baybee #adhd brain shifting into maximum overdrive tbh

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itsrorysstuff · 5 months

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If you’re looking for Julien fic requests I would love Julien with a strap but she’s sweet and gentle

Sorry it look a while, I had to delete a shit ton of dialogue for this to fit on tumblr without it telling me I reached my maximum 😕 I hope you like it still ❤️

RPF AND SMUT. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT OR IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE LEAVE.

Pleasing

She starts kissing me, all over my face, my jaw, down to my neck leaving hicky’s there “is this ok?” She pulls away to ask “yes baby, this is perfect” I replied “need you baby” I whine “need me where, gorgeous?” I let out a breathy moan as she trails her hand down my body to circle my clit. “Right there Baby with your strap please” I practically begged as she kissed my neck and continued to circle my clit “good girl” she says and runs her fingers up my wet folds “god baby, you’re soaked. All for me, pretty girl?” I moaned “yes j, only for you” she smirked as she got up, getting her strap out of the drawer and putting it on her hips. I almost moaned at just that as she walked over and started pressing her strap to my entrance, and my thighs wrap around her hips. “this still okay, love?” She asked looking me in my eyes “yes, hon. Thanks for asking” I spoke trying not to let out a moan as I did so “of course baby, I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable” she says and pushes into me, just a few inches then stopping for me to adjust as I whined. “Shh it’s okay baby, you’re okay.” She says and kisses my face as I continue to adjust. “Keep going please” she does as I ask and pushes all the way in, hitting my spot just right. “Ohhh baby” I cried out “does that feel good honey?” She asks and I nod vigorously. “Good. I’m so glad. Can I start moving?” She asks and I nod again “please use your words babygirl.” She says “yes Julien, please” I beg as she starts to thrust her strap in and out of me slowly, rubbing my hips “Faster..please faster” I said “okay honey, okay.” She speeds up and I try not to let out a moan by using one of my hands to cover my mouth and the other one is wrapped around julien’s shoulder. Julien takes my hand off my mouth and says “no baby. Just no.” “ugh Julien” I moaned and threw my head back. Her mouth instantly finding my skin and pressing soft kisses on my neck “that’s my girl” she whispers against my skin, she picks up her pace and my mouth falls open in pleasure “that’s my pretty baby” her words sending me into overdrive, my hips rocking against her strap, hitting her clit. “Fuck baby” Julien says as she throws her head back. “You mmm…you still feeling good baby? Can I go faster?” She asks “so good baby. Please go faster” julien picks up her pace, going harder too. The new speed gets us there quickly, both of us cumming together. “I love you, j” I managed to get out “I love you too, baby, so much” She pulls out her strap, taking it off, and immediately starts up her aftercare “I’m so proud of you baby.” She says running her hands up and down my thighs to help with the spasms. “Can I pick you up, hon?” She asks and I nod wrapping my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck as she wraps her arms around my middle. Pressing my naked body to hers as she picks me up and walks us to the bathroom setting me down on the vanity “you did so good for me tonight, my love” I smiled at her and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. She pulls away and grabs the wipes from the cabinet and starts cleaning me up. After she’s done she brings us back to the bedroom, grabbing my pajamas and underwear and sliding them back on to my body. “Thank you.” I whispered “for what, hon?” She asked “for being so considerate and taking care of me all the time” I answered “that’s my job as your partner baby. You deserve it.” She kissed my forehead as I hoped I was half as good a girlfriend as her.

#julien baker x reader #julien baker fluff #julien baker fanfic #julien baker smut

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naffeclipse · 9 months

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I'm leaving for vacation on Tuesday but I wanna try posting my fics before I leave. I got Song Fish ready to go today and Crush Depth hopefully on Monday then a third thing if I can finish by Tuesday. I gotta shift into maximum overdrive

#naff nuh huh

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lazimooni · 4 months

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Congrats on hotel hell, legally you now have to at least once try to do a run with the mods from your Ambush fic (with again and again and again).

Also, what mods did you use, I'm still trying?

I already wanted to try a combo that I jokingly called Ambush's Overtime Shift that I read on the Doors wiki at some point. Pretty sure it was Again & Again & Again, Electrical Work, and Maximum Overdrive and now to quote that comment "and now you must live in fear of a potato making vacuum noises" But I will try to do that one as well (and probably fucking die)

Also I am glad you asked!

I would highly recommend getting a flashlight and lockpicks in the off chance Halt's hallway is locked (The last thing you want to do it try and search for a key while this mf is on your ass)

#roblox doors #We realized we literally NEEDED the items if we were gonna use El Goblino's Payday #Also because finding a candle for the greenhouse just makes it a hell of a lot easier especially if A90's on your ass #You get used to his antics after a while and he shockingly wasn't as annoying as I anticipated at door 100

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diana-fortyseven · 1 year

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Speaking of plants, I will never forget the “Do you like plants?” line in your Field Research fic loool. That was 47’s flirting on maximum overdrive right there.

He really tried his best here! 🪴

#Hitman #Hitman Fandom #Agent 47

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lemonadesoda · 2 years

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Post-story meta ramble: Catching Icarus

Okay, with another long story finished, time to do the inevitable Director's Cut with my long-time pal Bullet Points. Spoilers ahead!

I originally had no intention of taking this past an outline. It started off as just loose brainstorming of the aftermath of Tevane leaving Earth (he didn't have a name yet either lol). Trying to imagine how he would deal with the fallout of that confrontation and playing around with an initially small atonement arc. Lol. Lmao.

Second step in the descent to insanity: "Haha I still have that pseudo-sona oc Lemel who's hanging out on Earth. What if I made them meet somehow."

Yeah, Lemel was originally just gonna be a part-sona, part run-of-the-mill ahit oc. They were always a time stream wizard from the start, but only in H&Sverse were they a fugitive by virtue of the particular laws H&S established about Time and who got to mess with it. They evolved considerably from there into their own very distinct character and in the sona-vacuum they left, my Jam-assigned sona has become a smiling lemon with stick legs.

Some names I struggle with, and others come to me like a bolt of inspiration lightning. These two...man. Their names are so good. Lemel I named almost instantly upon their creation, and Tevane, I just visualized in my brain, tested some sounds, and that name popped out. I especially like that one. It has a nice sound to me and suits his character to an honestly absurd degree.

Tevane being autistic wasn't something I had explicitly planned, but it quickly became obvious from his patterns of thinking and behavior, so I leaned hard into it.

Of the two, Lemel was harder for me to write because they walk a lot of fine lines. They're good at being Vulnerable But Not. The sort of person who seems like they wear their heart on their sleeve, but it's just a smokescreen to cover the really squishy parts they can't talk about. Tevane had to almost fall off a cliff before they finally decided, "Okay, I can't keep doing this."

Chapters 13 and 14 took me about 3 months to finish because they were each so difficult to actually write. Ch13 because I had to figure out where Subcon Fam's arc was going at that point, and Ch14 because of the very touchy emotions that I had to express in it in order to really sell the entire remainder of the fic.

On the flip side, I wrote chapters 21-26 in one month, amounting to approximately half of a Nanowrimo in total word count. At that point, I knew exactly what was happening and how it would happen so I went into Maximum Overdrive.

The Storm and the Seamont afterimage arcs were the main climactic ones that I had in my head from very early on. Lemel getting stuck in the time stream was actually not in the original plan though! But I realized I needed an actual culmination of Tevane's story where he goes after someone despite the risks because I love parallels as much as I love using bullet points.

This works well for Lemel's story too, because at this point, no one should be questioning whether they're a badass, so it's more fulfilling for their narrative to have someone come rescue them for once.

One reason I love chapter 20 so much is because it has my absolute favorite Tevane line, which is "I'm not heartless...despite the evidence." I think that line captures the heart of his character the best.

"Tev" as a nickname from Lemel came up naturally as I was pinging dialogue around in my head. Funnily enough, the original line they were supposed to say where that nickname first arose didn't make it into final, so I had to figure out how to stick it in somewhere else. Originally, their heartfelt post-Seamont conversation was going to be in the living room of Cooking Cat's house where, after Tevane fusses about them being on their feet so soon after the Incident, Lemel retorts "well, Tev, seeing as it's my hands that aren't working, not my legs-"

Lemel was a lot more flippant in the outline than they turned out in the story. As I wrote the actual story, certain moments just required their authenticity far more, especially since the gravity of the situation turned out way heavier than in the outline (e.g. the post-storm conversation). It resulted in a lot more tender friendship moments where they're actively trying to take care of him because they've decided that they don't want to be someone who hurts others to avoid feeling pain themself.

Originally, Hat Kid wasn't going to be there for the Seamont afterimage. Her arc was going to conclude when Tevane and Lemel finally entered Subcon of their own volition to resolve the loose ends there. Dissatisfied with the lack of active role she would get to play in the story (this is why ch13 was a pain, as I was trying to figure it out, and Rose helped me out a lot with this) I stuck her in there along with Mu for the climactic sequence, which in hindsight makes a lot more sense and created more immediate conflict for Tevane.

Lemel and Tev weren't intended to hold hands until after the Seamont Afterimage rescue, when they have that short argument in the middle of the night. Chapter 16 said no, they're gonna hold hands NEOW. Once again, I think this ended up being a better choice in hindsight. It created a nice build up of affection, so that when they did it with complete intention later on, it felt like a natural culmination and not too abrupt.

My favorite Lemel line isn't dialogue. It's from ch 21: "They would lose eventually, even if it doomed the world. It was why they left home without calling Ma to say goodbye. They would have shuttered their freedom and killed their spirit if she’d asked them to. //They might do it for Tevane too." Lemel does what they believe in, but part of the reason they can be so cutthroat about cutting ties is because they know they can be convinced to trap themself for someone they love, so it's cleaner to run and never look back. One thing I love about them is that they're not a characteristic selfless hero, honestly. In the choice between saving the world and someone they love, they would rather live out the apocalypse with that person than sacrifice them for the greater good, even if they know that's a selfish choice. This is why they desperately need Tevane to choose to trust them in that moment, because if he kept arguing with them, they believed they would lose.

I had a hard time coming up with the title for this one. At least, it took longer than Hide and Seek did. It was actually inspired by the opening song quote for the first chapter (much like the first quote in Hide and Seek is the explanation for that title). The reference to burning wings is of course evocative of the Icarus story, which got me thinking about the overall narrative. H&S was about a child finding safety in love and family. The idea that someone is always reaching out, looking for you when you're not there. The idea of being able to fall and be caught or helped back onto your feet again. So that's where the "Catching" element came in. Who is "Icarus" in this story? Well, hopefully I could convey effectively: everyone.

#life with Lemon #ahit catching icarus #oc posting for my health and stuff #meta #long post

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stargiirl27 · 2 years

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gonna force myself to work on the elvis fic tonight I'm shifting into maximum overdrive >:(

#c'mon brain work with me here #elvis #elvis 2022 #austin butler

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broken-balance-baby · 5 months

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star death: a bhadra-related excursive essay about my dlc fic

let's talk bhadra (because i haven't talked about her enough, i guess.)

as you may or may not know, i was dragged back into the far cry pandemonium brainrot back in september 25, 2023, in the midst of lies of p and oc related brainrot, against my will.

it started in a dream. or, well, the pre-emptive ending to a dream, the part where you switch premises last minute which makes you lose focus on the first few parts of the dream and shifts you to maximum overdrive in terms of memory and focus. i set the stage to an american high school hallway. the lights are dim. i am playing as bhadra, and i really mean playing as, not am, bhadra, all focal disconnection feeling as if i was holding a controller even if i wasn't. immersion stuff, i guess. anyway. bhadra walks down the halls, rifle in hand, bow strapped to her body. she comes across sabal on his knees, praying to a mirror with candles in it, and she realizes she doesn't see her reflection. then she blinks, the camera shot gets to her, she loses her weapon. the halls darken. the walls close in. sabal and the mirror are gone, and she looks around in panic as she realizes that she's trapped. all the while, the words "no escape" whisper in her ear, slowly but surely, then frantically but melodically, until the rhythmic chant breaks and starts overlapping each others' voices and she starts to scream. overwhelmed, confused, terrified.

and then i wake up.

that, my friends, was the demo version of the fucking bhadra dlc that my brain had pitched to me at a time where i was lusting over a wooden puppet and then some.

so what happened after?

well. as you can imagine, having balanced all types of brainrot in the process hadn't been something i'd ever done before. i had a job. i had video games to do. art to finish. but for the next few days i was frantic. by september 29 i was finished with the plot outline. by october 2, i finished writing.

in three motherfucking days, i was finished writing a ten thousand word fic on what if ubisoft released a whole ass dlc about the franchise's most doomed, most irrelevant-due-to-wasted-potential, most unindulged-or-barely-spoken-of -without-ajay-in-tow character, bhadra farcry4. and it was a fucking pleasure to work with, lemme tell ya.

but obviously, i couldn't have done this on my own. thanks to ros (u a real one) for enabling this absolutely jobless behavior, and now i have myself to thank, for adding onto MORE jobless behavior, as since i started writing this essay during my shift.

but because i love bhadra, and i love writing about bhadra, and also causing her unbearable amounts of pain, i broke through my current brainrot just to write about this fic. and whaddaya know, the playlist came in. you know its bad when a one-shot fic earns a whole ass MOTHERFUCKING playlist.

if you've all read my very eye-catching title, star death is NOT referring to bhadra being dead.

yet.

star death is the title of the first song of the playlist, and the lyrics from it is the fic's title.

there's no like, actual analysis on the song as of late cuz it isn't popular enough so this song has been made with the context of the cynicism found in the fic alongside the Horrors that come with being alive with a heart and mind that isn't there anymore (especially at a young age, i mean, look at these bars!)

I lost my heart at twenty one Dead like the stars in the night sky But they’re still bright (yeah)

but anyway. without further ado:

welcome to star death. and everything it has to do with the bhadra dlc.

so this is how the song starts:

I can see the television Lies to me and everything Ain’t what it seems So tell me why it feels It feels, it feels so real

the pre-chorus here talks about the blur between fake and real. off to a great start! trying to channel reality between the fakeness of it all is also a parallel towards the first few paragraphs of the dlc fic, talking about the reality that bhadra is stuck in, dreaming about ajay's first mission to save her but then it escalates into something that comes from "not quite it" to "definitely not it" (as all subconsciouses create when it comes to perspective.)

and yet it feels real, yeah?

That was the sound of the real world, though. Right now, you are sitting by your window sill trying to steer clear of the cacophonous music, still trying to keep your breathing in check, but you see all too much red; whether it be from rage or the royal soldiers or the blood, it’s never too late to call something “too much.” Evidence does suggest that there’s no other way to consider it until you’re actually watching, and, it seems that the royal army had ideas because you didn’t notice that the house was starting to burn until the room was starting to get unbearably hot, the air in your chest suddenly pumping out so hard you’ve been starting to cough, and now, oh, you’re on the floor because you didn’t react fast enough. [...]

So when the floor rips apart, and you do scream, you realize that this happened before, except a little more wrong than you could imagine. The wind of the fall puts pressure on your body, the open breeze and lack of leverage to help you is nowhere to be seen, and the only thing you can really do is scream and flail. You meet eyes with the floor, but it’s almost as if it’s going further down, the tantalizing thing. The floor is water, dark red water, only Kyra knows where the hell the red could have possibly come from and you just hope that it doesn’t matter because you’re landing in it— and now, water engulfs you.

continuing on, this happens to be the next part of the pre-chorus.

Maybe I’m the antichrist or enemy And everyone’s against me So tell me what’s the deal The deal, what’s the deal?

again. fun way to set up someone's presence in their head, right? bhadra is set to be her own mind's enemy and it's scattered all throughout the fic! trying to go through the reality and ending up stuck in this blurred line of in-betweens has turned her inner turmoil and conflict into something her head is KILLING her for, whether that be through the mental anguish or the pain of her reality, her trying to run away from that reality because dissociation is all she has... confuses her. she doesn't know what the deal is, why she's stuck in her own head, why her own inner world is thrown against her.

You nearly tumble into the ground as you take the sight in, landing on the ground. “What the hell? What happened to the statues?” “Your brain did that.” Ajay says. “Why?” “I only know as much as you do. Which means, you do know, but you haven’t realized it yet.” “Is this supposed to be my DIY therapy?” You ask. “Probably? You’re just trying to help yourself.”

let's skip the chorus for now-- it's important, yes, but so is the rest of the cynicism and Horrors Contemplation going on with the next few lines of the first verse.

I live high up like a thousand miles above ya Spoke with God and I know that bitch doesn’t love ya I know the universe do me no favors You know when the aliens don’t even phase us There ain’t a think that could save us Like yeah, yeah, yeah I know we’ll find a way To fuck this up again Or is it in my head?

honestly dunno if i can relate the whole other first two lines to anything in particular, although religious cynicism aside (something i doubt bhadra really has besides 'gotta be the tarun matara to help people' as a concept), she has a huge awareness around her that the universe isn't there to do anything for her. maybe even the marvels of the world (or other worlds) don't really entertain her like they used to, or maybe they haven't, because she's known that feeling of "doom" since she was young-- you see it in the way she's started smoking, having spent her time with the reality of adults who also had their childhoods robbed, nobody her age but the Golden Path members who were definitely her only company. but does she know that there's a thing that could save them? does she know that there's a way to fuck shit up again? she's genuinely anxious about it and you know that being caught between amita and sabal has all to do with it. is she too trapped in her head to think about it? is that why she resorts to ajay to help her get it out of her head that there's hope despite knowing something's gonna fuck up?

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"and what do you wanna do?" "... i want a free kyrat." (she says, face filled with doubt and unknowing and childlike indecision.) "but i can't choose on my own." [...] "okay. i think i know what i have to do." (her face twitches into a smile, still holding back but now hopeful.) "thank you."

definitely.

so here we have the chorus.

Anyone? Who’s in my head; Is it anyone? I lost my heart at twenty one Dead like the stars in the night sky But they’re still bright

bhadra in the game hasn't exactly lost it. it's the bhadra in the dlc that has, she just doesn't know how much she was going to lose it. she loses her people, she loses her heart, she loses herself. scattered throughout the fic she has completely found out something is lost to her the only way she knows how: through ajay.

“Are you there, Ajay?” You ask— but you’re starting to get the feeling that it’s pointless to ask something that wasn’t there in the first place. Ajay was you. Amita was you. Sabal was you. It’s not anything that was up for debate— however your mind came to be, though these people have crafted it in a way that only made you feel like you could exist when they could, you simply had these versions that you knew of them and ran from there. And you loved them. You still love them. Amita was gone. So was Sabal. And now— “I’m here.” Ajay says.

[...]

“Then why am I not here, Bhadra?! Whoever I picked to help in the end and I wasn’t there— where did you think I went?!” He said, grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the floor. “Face it, Bhadra. I abandoned Kyrat. I abandoned you! I escaped but you never will!” “And now you’re trying to kill me?!” “You still don’t get it, do you? I HAVE to! You refused to let go so much that you made this place! I'd have to KILL you to keep you here! I don’t want to do that, I want you to wake up! Please wake up!” “So let me die here! You said it didn’t have any consequences! LET ME STAY!”

and just like her visions of her fate in both ends, she realizes eventually that there's no escape to it. dead like the stars in the night sky, but still bright. damned, but goddamn if it isn't an all-seen kind of damned. everybody knows she is, and so will she.

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