#constructive criticism welcome

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Ruined

Siobhan Roy x fem!Reader

Oneshot

summary: a chess move gone wrong. but it brought you two back together, so how can she complain?

thank you anon 🫀 for requesting this! you’re so loved and appreciated <3

Word Count: 2.257k

When the invitation comes in the mail, you think nothing of it. Because of your job, Waystar was always trying to kiss your ass and trying to convince you they were the perfect employer.

It was also because of your previous relationship.

Even though you and Siobhan had been separated for a few weeks now, you weren’t sure that many people knew. Not only did Royco execs invite you to try and convince you to ‘join the ranks’, they’d invite you to try and get closer to Shiv. The daughter of the man in possession of the biggest media conglomerate in the world, a mega billionaire.

You assume this is just another dinner to kiss ass to prospective employees. You didn’t really mind, though. It’s free food, and even though you’d never admit it out loud, a boost to your ego.

Post breakup with Shiv felt apocalyptic. You didn’t want to eat, sleep, breathe. But you had to. You had shit to get done.

You’re happy for the excuse to get dressed up. It makes you feel good about yourself, and god knows you need that right now. You stare at yourself in the mirror, dark colored turtleneck and high waisted pants accentuating the curves of your body. You gloss your lips, mentally preparing for the night out.

The place is gorgeous, as always. The hallways are dimly lit, warm orange light dappling the space around you. You find yourself with a finger sandwich in hand, waiting for dinner to be announced so you can congregate in the dining room with everyone else and actually eat.

You watch as Logan Roy plucks a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing servant. If he was here, then that means this thing was important. But that raised a question- why are you here?

Your answer arrives right with Siobhan Roy. You spot her the moment she sets foot in the room. Despite how messy your brakeup was, you just couldn’t get yourself to get over her. She’s radiant, beautiful like the sunset, like the time-old glaciers, like the condensed dew on an ageless bottle of wine. She lit up your world, bringing day to your dystopian world of eternal night.

She was stressing over something, you could tell, even from across the room. Her shoulders were set tautly, her phone gripped in her hand. Her eyes sweep hastily over the gathered people, and yours subconsciously follow. You recognize all the high profile politicians, the big whales of finance and business. You’re beginning to feel out of place.

Lost in your daze, you don’t realize as she steps up beside you. When she speaks, you think you’re dreaming for a split second. In recent history, the only time you’d ever heard her voice, spoken to her, was in the depths of your mind’s eye.

“Are you fucking with me?” Shiv hisses from beside you, fake smile pasted to her face.

You’re taken aback. “Hello to you, too,” you mutter in response.

Her hand falls immediately to the small of your back, and she steers you away from the crowd. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was invited. I didn’t fucking drop from the face of the Earth after you broke up with me,” you say dryly. Once you’re out in the hall, her voice raises slightly from her original whisper.

“Who invited you? How the hell are you even here?”

She leads you into an empty spare room and shuts the door firmly behind her. “What the fuck, Siobhan?”

“This is a dinner to introduce an acquisition. I would know if you were hired by Waystar. So why are you here?”

“Like I said, I was invited.”

“Why? For what?”

You scoff. “How encouraging of my career,” you drawl.

She snorts in response, turning to pace the room. “What’s he up to? Do you know?” she asks quickly, referring to her dad.

“How should I fucking know?” You cross your arms over your chest. “I didn’t know we were on speaking terms, anyway.”

“We’re not,” she spits. “Not after what you put me through.”

“What I put you through?” You laugh. “Siobhan, you dumped me because you were too busy fucking your work rather than me.”

She barks out a laugh. “Is that how you see it?”

“That’s how everybody but you fucking sees it. You got angry I wanted to talk about the fact that you did nothing but work, and work overtime, and neglect me, that you ended things and ran,” you spit back, voice dripping with venom.

She puts her hands up in mock surrender. “I’m sorry I take my job seriously.” Her bracelets tinkle as her hands flit back down. “And that’s not what happened.” She twists to face away from you, hands carding through her hair.

“Then, pray tell, what did? You didn’t exactly wait around for me to even process. This is the first time we’ve spoken since then.”

When she turns back around, tears dot her waterline. Your chest swells with anxiety, struggling to differentiate between the stone-cold killer Siobhan and your sweet Shiv.

“I’m sorry, I’m deflecting. It’s not like that, I swear,” she says, voice cracking. “Oh, my fucking god. I got fucking scared, baby. I have all of these complicated feelings for you, and when they never went away, I got scared. I realized I loved you, that I love you, and I got horrified I’d fuck things up.”

Your heart flutters at the pet name. “That’s not a fucking excuse, Shiv. You left me by myself. You never even said goodbye properly.”

“I know, I know it’s not.” Her face drops into her hands. “It’s just… I can’t bear the idea of getting hurt. Being hurt by you, no less. I’d never recover. I haven’t recovered. I can’t move on. I can’t think of beauty without thinking of you. You’re in every goddamn sunrise, piece of jewelry, every starry night sky. Nothing I’m scared of matters anyway, because you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

You’re rendered speechless. Your mouth opens, then closes. You don’t know what to say.

“I can’t,” she says weakly. “I compare every single person to you. And every single time, I love you so much fucking better.” She chokes on a sob, face still covered by her hands.

Without thinking, you step towards her, taking her in your arms. Her head rests on your shoulder as sobs rack her body. You’d never, ever seen her like this. Not when you were together, not in any sort of public media. You rub soothing circles into her back.

“I’m sorry,” she laments, her voice wavering. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve never let you go. I want you back. I need you back. I can’t. I can’t keep doing this bullshit. You’re it for me. You’ll always be it for me.”

“Shiv,” you breathe. “Shiv, take a breath. Come on, you’re working yourself up.”

She obeys, attempting to regulate her breathing. She sniffs roughly, wiping at her eyes, before pulling away from you and turning her back to you.

“What I did was inexcusable,” she says, voice quieter. “I… I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I’m sorry. I love you.” She inhales shakily, her hands smoothing down her blouse. “Dad knew what would happen if you came today. I need to go.”

Without another word, she leaves you behind.

You see no point in sticking around. You’re confused, strangely swelling with love. You want to both chuck your phone into a river and pick up and dial her number immediately. You hunt around for someone who can get you your coat, and before you know it, you’re out in the blistering cold by yourself.

You spend the rest of your night face down in bed. You’re so conflicted. Does she want you, or does she not? Should you contact her first, or can you still hold onto the hope that she’ll come find you?

The night drags on, and there’s nothing. Early the next morning, you bolster the confidence to send her a text asking her if she’s alright. Your anxiety runs rampant the moment you hit send, and your face burns with heat. You both pray she answers as soon as she sees it and pray she never sees it at all. You want to belt your phone at the wall.

You find yourself at a coffee shop at seven thirty. You need to get out, to think about literally anything else. You have the day off, and you’re not sure if it’ll be good or bad for you yet.

The moment you set foot in the shop, you see her, and she sees you. Her hair is tied back, and she’s wearing an old sweater of yours. This is when she’s prettiest, you think. When she’s not playing the game of succession, not strategizing, just sitting comfortably in her skin.

Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying. She beckons you over, doe eyes still glinting with tears.

Hesitantly, you go over and sit across from her.

“How did you…?”

“You come here every day,” she says quietly. She pushes a cardboard cup of coffee towards you. “I never forgot your order.”

You murmur your thanks, taking a sip. “We should talk,” you say stupidly.

“Yeah. We should,” she responds, folding her hands together and setting them on the table in between you two.

“Can we just… talk things through?”

“I want that. Please.”

You sit back in your chair, unsure of where to begin. “Did you actually mean it? Last night, I mean?”

“Everything I said. I would’ve stayed, but… ironically, duty called.”

“What’ll change?” you ask softly. “If we… if we try again?”

“Everything,” Shiv whispers. “You’re my world. I can’t go a second without thinking about you. You’re my top priority, I swear. I’ll never fucking leave your side again. I was a shitty girlfriend before. But I’ll change. I’d do anything for you.”

“I missed you,” you choke out. “So much.”

She loses it a bit, too, tear escaping and sliding down her cheek. You reach across the table and wipe it away. “I did, too. I missed you.”

“Do you want to come home?” you ask, hopeful. She smiles.

“Finally. I’ve been living in a shithole with my cousin since you.”

You roll your eyes, knowing she’s playing it up. She takes your hand, and before you know it, you’re sat on the couch, making out. Her fingers dig into your jaw, keeping your mouth locked with hers. Shiv kisses are hard, needy. She’s been waiting for you, craving you the last few weeks.

She pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck. “Shiv,” you say breathily, not expecting it. Despite her fervor, she’s gentle, successfully pleasing you.

“Shh, baby. Let me do this. Let me make you feel good. I need to make it up to you. I was an asshole.”

You laugh. “You’re just being territorial.”

She sighs, leaning back and inspecting a developing purple hickey on your skin. She buries her head into your shoulder after dotting soothing kisses along the new bruises.

“I love you. I’m sorry,” she says into your skin.

“I love you too.” Your hand strays to her back, stroking lightly.

“I promise I’ll do it right this time,” she murmurs. “You’ll never stop feeling fucking amazing.”

“I hope you’re right,” you respond.

“Really. I’m going to be better.” She kisses at your shoulder. “I’ll start skipping meetings for you.”

“You don’t need to neglect your job, Shiv.”

“I want to, anyway. I want to spend every second right here, with you.”

Your hand smoothes down to her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “As long as you’re happy.”

“I’m so fucking happy. You make everything better.”

Shiv slips out of your grasp, padding into your kitchen. You stay sprawled out on the couch, content.

The days go by slowly, and you’re grateful. The two of you spend morning tangled together, nights intertwined. You come home to her, she comes home to you. You never leave each other without a kiss goodbye, and you never say anything before kissing hello.

Shiv wasn’t lying. She prioritized you, and solely you. If she couldn’t come home on time, she’d send flowers and crawl into bed with you late at night, peppering your face with kisses. She’s become more affectionate, her touches always lingering and her always curled up against you.

You make sure to never neglect her, either. Despite your massive differences in salary, you make sure to give thoughtful gifts, and kiss her whenever you can. You find that you enjoy cooking for her, watching her face brighten whenever she eats something she likes.

You’ve both begun to keep pictures of each other in your wallets. You always catch her staring at a miniature portrait of you in her hands, her thumb gently stroking over your face.

Every night, your bed is warm with affection. You never feel alone again.

When it happens, she doesn’t get down on one knee. It’s when you’re both half asleep on the couch, your head cradled in her lap when she shows you the ring. She giggles when you let her slip it onto your finger, the word fiancé falling giddily from her lips.

You spend a moment rummaging around in your purse, then hurry back to her, another ring in hand.

She kisses you so hard your head spins.

“I love you. I love you so much. And that’ll never change.”

#shiv roy #siobhan roy #shiv roy x fem!reader #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy x you #siobhan roy x you #siobhan roy x reader #succession #succession hbo #shiv roy oneshot #succession oneshot #oneshot #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #requests open #constructive criticism welcome #I’m getting more comfortable with the part of me that loves women #succession fic #shiv roy fluff #fluff #angst to fluff

[illogicaltriangle]

Gravity Falls x Danny Phantom phanfic

Stan banged on the control panel. The whirring sounds of the machine had long since gone. Until it came back again.

Through tear-filled eyes, Stan looked up, to see the portal flickering, on and off. It did that a number of times until it spat a figure out - a human.

Almost on instinct, he had scrambled to grab an item from a nearby desk, where Ford used to place equipment that wasn't in use. Stan was no good at using the equipment to do something positive, but he was sure as heck awesome at using it as a weapon. Living life on the streets really did that to a person.

The figure stepped closer, their eyes glowing in the room's darkness - the portal was the only thing illuminating it, but it couldn't anymore. It was unsettling and eerie, but when did Stan not have to deal with that before?

The man wasn't fazed - too much, and took a step closer, making it as loud as he possibly could to show who was dominant. It seemed to work, as the figure went back. However, Stan had recognised something in their eyes. Fear. Like somebody had just thrown them there and told them to get on with life.

Stan pushed down his nose and flicked on a switch. He wasn't expecting to see a teenage boy, let alone one that he had recognised. Clearly, the boy had a similar reaction

It was Maddie's son, Danny. He had fondly recalled the boy's 10th birthday party where Maddie had found a way to revert time to be 10 seconds before. What a joy it'd be if he had the machine now.

"Uncle... Stan?" Danny asked, as if it could be anybody else.

Stan looked at Danny, "Danny?" He asked, just to confirm. He had to fight a shapeshifter before he made his way to Ford's place, so it was plausible.

"Uh, what're we doing here?" Danny questioned, looking around whilst admiring the now-broken portal.

Stan rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Well it's a long story, kiddo."

Danny was already next to Stan as if he had teleported. "Spill it." He said.

"No." Stan said. "Don't you have parents to get to, kid?" He asked, a tad bitterly, recalling his own situation. Danny looked at the floor, sadly, but only for a split-second before perking up. "I'm sure they won't mind." He said. "Besides, I was going to go to Uncle Ford's place anyways, but this works."

Stan sighed. "Fine, fine, I'll tell you the story of it all." He said. "But not here. Place gives me the creeps."

He pressed a button on an elevator, letting Danny enter first, before leaving for himself.

Okay, story's over, no idea to keep adding anything or what. Can somebody give criticism? It's a little short but like, what can you do about it?

#fanfic #dp #gravity falls #stanford pines #danny fenton #danny phantom #ghost king danny #constructive criticism welcome

[trillgendermetaphor]

Educational

(980 words) by angiospermophyta

Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir

Relationship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Rating: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Gideon Nav, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Teacher | Priest of Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus, Camilla Hect

Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Teachers

Language: English

Summary:

Gideon Nav’s enthusiasm was not contagious, exactly, but it did strange things to her stomach. More importantly, Nav’s muscles seemed more suited to a gym than a classroom, and Harrow almost blurted out something stupid. Instead what came out was, “Are you sure you can teach math?"

It's Harrow's first day as a science teacher at Canaan Middle School, and already she's managed to alienate the (excpetionally attractive) math teacher.

Harrow stood with her back to the door, surveying her work appraisingly. It would do for now.

The bulletin board was mostly empty, but had been plastered over with dark-red-magenta paper. A bold black heading at the top read “Student Work.” Harrow had been advised early on that her classroom could not be decorated solely in black, grey, and bones, and she was attempting to give it a muted-rainbow aesthetic to compensate for her own style. Perhaps some middle schoolers would appreciate darkness, but she had learned that the majority of them did not. They felt safe and comfortable with soft fabrics and bright colors. Wimps.

In the back of her head was the voice of Harrow’s therapist: Have you considered that you look down on those who prefer softness because you wish you had been allowed to be soft growing up? As if Harrow had ever wanted to be soft! As if she wished she could have been vulnerable growing up! As if she had become a science teacher – as opposed to the orthopedic surgeon that had been expected of her – because she had wanted to protect children the way she had never been protected herself. As if!

A throat cleared before her, and she turned to find the soft gaze of Teacher, the principal of Canaan Middle School. He had another name, which she tried to remember out of some sort of decorum, and began to form on her lips – “Mr.–” but he seemed to catch her gaze and she broke off. “Ms. Nonagesimus, please, call me Teacher.”

Harrow nodded stiffly. “Teacher.”

The older man’s eyes turned to survey her classroom. “A fine job you’ve done with the room.” He turned and seemed to notice the small display of bones she’d created against the radiators, and an eyebrow upturned minutely. “Very educational, my dear. I anticipate our students will have many questions for you.” Harrow held back a slight upturn of her lips.

“Well done, well done,” he concluded, just as a voice called from behind him, “Teach!”

A large shadow loomed in the doorway behind teacher, and a large (impossibly large and toned) arm draped across the man’s thin frame. Following the arm came a ginger head, dark sunglasses, and an easy smile. Harrow’s breath caught in her throat, and she remembered the breathing exercises she’d practiced: four counts in, hold, four counts out, hold…

The tanned figure was saying something, and Harrow caught the end of it as she steadied her breathing: “… new science teacher? All right!” Teacher smiled, waved, and gracefully exited – traitor.

Suddenly a hand was thrust in her direction.

Harrow wanted desperately, more than anything in the world, to hold that hand. She was on count two of her exhale – three, four. Hold, two, three, four… She stared at the outstretched hand, willing herself to grab onto it. Her hand didn’t move. Breathe in, two, three, four…

It was too late. Gideon’s hand dropped back down to her side, and her face fell minutely. She put on a large, robust smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and ploughed on. “I’m Gideon – Ms. Nav, for the students, though gosh that seems so formal! – and I teach math. I’ll be your co-teacher, so we’ll share the same kids!”

Harrow blinked. Gideon Nav’s enthusiasm was not contagious, exactly, but it did strange things to her stomach. More importantly, Nav’s muscles seemed more suited to a gym than a classroom, and Harrow almost blurted out something stupid. Instead what came out was, “Are you sure you can teach math?”

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#within one day i have gone from “never written anything in five years and never published anything in ten years” #to conceiving of writing and publishing (on ao3) a oneshot #is it short? yes #am i proud of myself? yes #constructive criticism welcome #most importantly please interact #because this is seriously a big deal for me and i would love some kind of response #griddlehark #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #tlt #the locked tomb

[gtbutterfly]

new gt story?

hey, so I wrote a short opening to a new story I thought of, should I continue it? let me know your thoughts. criticism is appreciated.

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It was winter, way past the holiday months and weeks before it could ever be considered anywhere near spring. In the morning there was ice blocking the glass windows before the sun melted it away and kept the the rest of the day cool. There wasn’t any snow, there hadn’t been in a long time. Anytime it was cold enough for snowflakes to fall, the sky was perfectly clear, and any time there was a storm, it was roughly just room temperature outside. The coldest it got was the nights. Occasionally it would drop to near twenty degrees Fahrenheit. The nights were frigid and silent, no bugs making noise, and barely any cars to be heard in the distance. It was a small, quiet town, after all. Woods surrounded it and no more than a thousand people lived there. The town was founded by a logging company, most of the residents when they first moved there were employees.

Decades ago, there was an incident regarding the logging mill. According to the old newspapers, the workers recalled some kind of earthquake, tremors in the ground, but it wasn’t an ordinary earthquake. It was like footsteps, they said, “thump, thump, thump,” in the ground. “Boom, boom, boom,” as it got closer. More and more workers reported these vibrations in the ground, and worry was caused throughout the company and the town. They even hired a team of scientists and investigators to find what it was, but they never found anything, at least not anything they’ve shown to the public. A few people decided to investigate the tremors themselves. They went into the forest. They haven’t yet been found, presumed dead. The people in charge of our town decided to make rules for the townspeople's safety. There was a curfew installed, and no one was allowed to be outside a building after eleven pm until sunrise. They banned camping out at a certain point away from the town. No one is allowed to do their own investigations of the mysterious tremors that are still felt today. For the most part, this town is silent. The days are filled with the sound of trees being chopped down and falling in the distance, as well as the children playing, and being scolded for going too close to the woods. At night, on the other hand, it was perfectly silent. Quiet enough to hear a pin drop. There was the occasional sound, wolves howling, the wind blowing, trees and leaves rustling against each other, appearing as black silhouettes in the sky.

On some of these nights, I would stay up, gazing out the window of wherever I was staying. Being in this town's foster care system, it would vary over the weeks. I was told that my birth parents were some of the missing persons when the tremors first happened. They left their infant child to run into the woods after some monster or ecological event and were never seen again. I don’t remember them, I don’t exactly miss them either. I couldn’t miss something I never had. The feeling I had was probably closer to envy than anything. Every couple of weeks, I would be assigned to a new family to care for me. Most of them are friendly, but sometimes I end up with the same family multiple times since not many people sign up. As far as I’m aware, I’m the only person in the foster care system in this town. The house I was staying in now was near the edge of town, right next to the dark forest no one was supposed to step in. I’ve heard about other students at my school sneaking out there at night, as part of some dare or just to impress others. Usually, I would never think to do something like that. I never cared much about impressing others, I mainly kept to myself, some would say too much. 

I stared out the window towards the forest. The moon just barely made the scene conceivable. I wasn’t looking at the forest anyway, I was looking above it. At the sky. The area is so rural that there's no light pollution here, so it’s perfect for stargazing if you're into that. Unfortunately, there hasn’t been much since the curfew was enacted. I was in one of the few houses where you could see the stars from indoors. The night sky was beautiful, objectively speaking. There were thousands, millions of stars scattered about, circling a white, glowing moon. There was space dust swirling around. The sky was a dark blueish shade of purple, barely on the line between magenta and black. I looked at it. I thought It looked nice. It had to. I knew that, but I didn’t quite feel it. I didn’t feel much toward the sky. I felt nothing. The sky was dark. And blue, and black, and purple, and had dozens of stars and elements of space in it. It was beautiful. And I felt nothing. I just stared out at the sky until I felt something that made me flinch.

A vibration. It was quick, too quick for an earthquake. It was followed by another vibration. And another. The next one was bigger. They kept getting larger and larger. Wolves howled and whined in the distance. The trees rustled against each other harder, but there was no wind blowing at all. Something was pushing them. Then I saw it. Whatever it was, it was massive. A giant silhouette hidden in the night and the trees. I could just barely make out the reflection of moonlight in its eye. It was nearly 50 feet tall, taller than any building in the whole town. I thought I was dreaming. I pinched myself. 

“Ow,” I wasn’t. A fifty-foot humanoid was walking through the forest. I saw it. It walked passed the houses and the trees and retreated into the forest. I got up from my chair and walked away from the window. I went outside the back door. I couldn’t tell you why. All I felt was the same nothingness from before. But why? A literal giant was walking behind houses, and I felt no fear, no dread, no joy, no excitement. Just nothing. I felt nothing as I followed the giant into the woods. Leaves crunched under my slippers. I followed the giant for a couple of minutes, occasionally hiding behind a tree or bush if they ever looked my way. I still didn’t know why. I didn’t have my phone or a camera to get evidence that it existed, I obviously wasn’t planning to confront it. Maybe it was just curiosity. Eventually, the giant stopped. I hid behind a tree, but that didn’t matter. They knew I was there for who knows how long. They turned around. Their voice were softer than I expected, rather than being big and booming but just made the air vibrate. 

“I know you're following me, kid,” they said. Their voices sounded tough and feminine. “You got something to say?”

It all hit me at once. Everything I was supposed to be feeling before, fear, dread, curiosity, it all fell on me as my stomach dropped as the beings voice buzzed through the air and into my body. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t say anything. My eyes were widened as I stepped backwards. Why did do this? Why did I break our towns rules and go out after dark and follow a massive creature that could kill me in an instant? They were looking down at me with its red eyes. They were bending down to look at me better. Suddenly, I was running. There wasting any thoughts in my mind anymore, only emotion, only fear. I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept running away from the giant. It was dark. The trees blocked out the moonlight, and I was sprinting in pitch blackness. It was cold, one of those nights where it got down to near 20 degrees. I could feel tremors behind me. The giant was following me. I ran faster, until I tripped over the root of a tree, falling into a shallow river. It was cold, frigid and shocking. I didn’t move for a moment. The water was knee deep. After the shock of the cold, I felt pain coursing though my body, mostly in my arms and head, I must have hit it against a rock when I fell. My vision was blurry, either from the head trauma or the water in my eyes. I looked up at the dark silhouette standing over me. The giant. They were standing on they’re knees looking down at me. I couldn’t see their expression in the darkness. I heard them sigh, as their massive hand reached down towards me. Then I blacked out.

#borrowers #g/t #giant/tiny #gt community #g/t community #sfw g/t #constructive criticism welcome #g/t writing #giant tiny #gt writing

[swirlysmile]

Hi! I've been thinking about this idea so if you like you can write about it🤗: reader ejects during a practice for the mission and has to spend the night at the infirmary just in case, worried trying to hide it hangman goes to see her and ends up staying (not dating yet, they go back and forth with silly fights but already have feelings for the other), reader tries to play it cool like it was nothing but maybe he tries to make her laugh to cheer her up if you want?

changed it up a little, forgive me 🥲 still stuck to the general idea, so hope you like it!!

word count: 2k

warnings; mentions of ejections, dangerous situations, some swearing, slightly OOC hangman

Eject, Eject

You wish you weren’t here right now, but you also felt incredibly blessed to not have a WSO with you. 

Right now, your plane was rapidly descending. Engine recovery measures were failing, and at this point you were too far in to give up. 

“Left engine failure,” you speak, trying to keep a level tone. You knew that if you panicked, everybody else would. 

Murmurs of instructions were being blasted in your ears through the comms, but none of them really hit until Maverick said “If you eject any later, you’ll die!” 

You’re already almost to 500 feet, making ejection more dangerous than it would have been if you’d listened the first time.

That cleared your conscience enough to make you notice what a low altitude you were at. 

The jet was screaming at you to pull up- and your co-workers were screaming at you to eject. 

You finally got it in your head that there was no saving this plane, so you reached down to grasp the handles and pulled upwards.  

You manage to open your eyes just in time to see the main event- your F-18 drop into the mountainside. The ringing in your ears tells you that it didn’t sound as cool as it looked.

You’re sure that your slightly limp body floating down from the sky missed the mark too.

The other pilots are celebrating from their huddle by the radio after Maverick confirms he saw a parachute.

You’re barely conscious after your landing. You're close enough to the ruins of your F-18 that the fumes are really starting to get to your head, and the wreckage doesn’t smell very good. 

Your vision goes a little dark, then you hear the sounds of a sweet sweet rescue helicopter. 

After that, you’re out.

There's sounds of beeping, a few monitors hooked up to you, and a whole lot of headache. Other than that, you feel great, Nothing broken, and hopefully nothing of note. 

“They’re keeping you in for the night to monitor you,” Maverick says and you can’t help but groan. 

They haven’t found anything wrong, what could change in a night? 

Apparently lots, but that’s besides the point.

You’re passed out again for maybe fifteen minutes, the click of the door opening awakening you. 

“Bagman,” you deadpan, and he gives a mock two finger salute. 

“Dammit, you’re not dead. Thought I was going to slide into the number one spot.” 

“Alive and well, thanks for your concern.” 

Hangman is happy that Coyote isn’t present, or he’d expect some ‘Oh, he was concerned alright’ comment, exposing him in his lies. He walks over to one of the chairs by the springy hospital bed and happily takes a seat.

“What’s new?” 

“These lovely tubes, the soothing beeps, and this military issued bed that’s actually a little comfortable.” 

He grins at that last one, knowing the pain of springy bunk beds all too well. Honestly though, he’s just glad you’re alive, and he’s a man on a mission, a mission to get you out of here as soon as possible. Maverick didn’t tell him much, so he had no idea how long you’d be in the hospital.

“I don’t know, it looks a little small,” 

“You say that as if the gymnastic mats we get are any bigger.” You scoff jokingly, and he grins again.

Normally, Hangman is all talk and it’s hard to enjoy being with someone like that. His mere -measly- little presence is enough to make you roll your eyes, especially when he says something that’s completely dicked. Now, he’s letting his ego deflate a little, and he’s convincing himself that it’s because he’s caught you in a moment of weakness. Hangman has already won, what more does he need to do? 

Coyote would disagree.

He’s shaking his head a little, eyes closed. 

“Ah man, you kill me. You really do.” 

“Finally.” 

“Still a dick, even on your deathbed.”

“We both know you’d be worse, Seresin.” 

He can’t even argue, because he most definitely would be worse. He’s imagining what he’d do in that situation, and he’d probably be happy that he beat a fellow pilot to inevitable demise. If he can win at anything, he’ll take it.

He’s smiling, that stupid cocky little smile that he always does, but maybe less arrogance written on his face than usual. It’s replaced by a bit of joy. 

“So, why’d you come?” You say, and his head starts to spin. He’s trying to think of excuses, but it doesn’t really work so he just settles on telling you the truth. “I don’t know, I was worried I guess.” 

You roll your eyes at that one. 

“I am honored that you in all your glory, Lieutenant, would worry about me.”

“You’re high ranking in my heart,” He says, and that makes your face go a little red. You blame it on the fact that you tried to hold the laughter in. He can’t help but laugh with you, partially at his own stupidity, and partially out of happiness. He did complete his ‘mission’ after all. You’re grinning, and clutching your chest while trying to regain your breath. 

“Feeling better already?” He questions

“Definitely. Just being around you has cured me of all my ailments.” 

“Laughter is the best medicine,” 

You’re expecting him to leave at any moment now- thinking he came in just to push your buttons a little bit to your surprise, he stays. He keeps talking to

you- and it’s one of those rare cases where you actually enjoy talking to Jake.

Who knew that all it would take to make Hangman a pleasant presence is a near death experience? 

“I was scared,” you admit, and Hangman’s eyes widened a little bit. You weren’t expecting to tell him that- you weren’t expecting to tell anyone that, but after a few hours of talking it just spilled out. It wasn’t unlike much of the other word vomit you’d shared. “It’d take one crazy son of a bitch not to be scared.” Jake says, and you smile meekly. It’s almost as if he’s admitting something himself. 

The hospital staff practically has to kick him out because now he’s just talking to you about nothing in particular, and the weirdest part about it is he can’t stop- maybe he’s setting the scene, telling you about how your friends were worried (but he was completely cool, calm, and collected) when your engine failed. Maybe he’s telling you about the celebration when Mav announced the sight of a parachute- or he’s just telling you about how the rest of training went. 

He’s being honest, telling you about how he felt throughout the day, but he leaves out his feelings on the engine malfunction. 

It feels oddly vulnerable and new to him, and he’s not sure he’ll ever tell anyone how scared and helpless he felt.

When he leaves though, he leaves you with a wave and a small smile, and your heart rate begins to go a little faster- the monitor exposing you.

“Hey hey hey! You about gave me a heart attack yesterday,” Phoenix says, greeting you in all of your un-hospitalized glory. You give her a grin as the rest of your fellow pilots come up to say hi. 

One person hangs back, Hangman. 

He’s thinking he already talked to you enough. He spent hours in the hospital, and he’s hoping that you aren’t going to say anything. He’d be in for some mocking ‘jokes’ from Bradshaw if that were the case. His little charade is ongoing until you pop up next to him and make an off handed comment about his appearance, something like “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” and then the teasing begins.  

He’s geared up, getting ready to fly the course for this super special mission when Coyote pops up next to him. Hangman is internally groaning. If anybody is going to say some ego-bruising, self-image shattering comment, it’s Coyote. Then he just stares at Jake- “Man, you’re whipped.” 

Jake stares back incredulously. Whipped isn’t a word he would even think could be used to describe him, but he stays silent.

“Man, I knew it!” He says, and he’s hitting Jake on the back. 

“No way in hell am I ‘whipped’” He says, adding in finger quotes for that extra bit of emphasis. 

“You can tell yourself that all you want, Hang. We all know it’s true, and it’s a matter of time before you realize. Before she realizes.” Rooster adds, walking into the room. 

“Shut up Bradshaw.” 

Hangman rolls his eyes, finishes zipping up his flight suit, and leaves. 

Maverick immediately knows something is up. Hangman’s usual instinct to fly fast hasn’t kicked in- he’s actually doing pretty well, as far as not “crashing” into walls goes. He’s about halfway through the course when it finally hits him, and he can’t control his flying as well as usual. His head is a bit cloudy, and he isn’t focusing on the track in his nav system. 

He almost goes headfirst into one of the canyon walls, narrowly avoiding it by pulling up into “SAM territory”. 

“Hangman, you’re dead.” He hears, and he curses. He knows that Maverick is going to scold him, and frankly, he isn’t in the mood. The worst part about it all though? Bradshaw did better than him.

“Why are you dead?” 

“I don’t know, sir.” He says, answering semi-honestly. He’s not going to expose himself to the rest of the class, but he also isn’t entirely sure why he ‘died’. 

“That’s not good enough. Why are you dead?” 

“I pulled up to avoid hitting a wall.”

“Why were you going to hit the wall in the first place?” 

“I don’t know, sir.” 

Maverick just sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and stops talking. The room is eerily silent until he tells the next pilots to get moving, and says “Seresin, come here.” 

You can't make out what Maverick says, other than a whisper of “What’s got you so distracted, kid?” 

You’re watching them intently when Hangman finally sits back down, and Maverick turns his attention back to the simulated course on screen. 

When the last group of failures gets back, everyone’s gone in the air and Captain Mitchell is not having any of it. 

“I suggest all of you get over whatever is distracting you and learn to fly the damn course! Dismissed.”

When you leave base, your head is pounding. Getting yelled at is never fun, and in light of recent events, it makes it worse. Not that you’re not used to yelling- The Navy is a whole lot of yelling. You, logically, know Maverick means well, but damn that was harsh, especially since the spiel was directed at Hangman. 

He washes his face, and body, with cold water but the shower does little to ease his racing mind. Then, he gets the bright idea to get it out of his system in the form of a confession. 

You hear the pounding on the door of your military-issued housing and you groan. The door opens with a loud screech, and you’re surprised to find Jake Seresin standing outside, hair still wet. 

“Seresin, what can I do for you?” You say with a smile, and sure, if this had been 3 days earlier you definitely would have told home to go home, or get lost. The turn around shocked even you, all because of a hospital visit. 

“Hear me out on this one, I really like you a lot and I think that’s why I came to the hospital. I was really scared, and I tried not to tell you about how I felt but…” At this point, you’re zoned out. His lips keep moving, and you keep staring at them. “When are you going to kiss me?” He hears, cutting through his rant. It takes you a moment to realize you’ve said it aloud, but you definitely notice when Jake's eyes are wide open, glued to your lips too.

It’s the first time in a long time that he’s felt nervous about kissing someone, so he’s glad when you tug the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you. 

“Fina-fucking-ly” you say, and he laughs a little bit, chasing your lips again.

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #swirly writes #swirly anon #request #constructive criticism #constructive criticism welcome

[ratuszarsenal]

so do you think foreign armies had some problems pronouncing Kościuszko?

'Oh mein Gott, Johann.. bekämpfen wir Koschtschuschko in Schtschekotschinn....'

#discovered my old shitpost from the matura revision days #I'm not even sure if the German is correct lmao probably not #constructive criticism welcome #my art #kind of? #18th century #tadeusz kościuszko #kościuszko #history #history shitposting

[olive-garden-hoe]

PLEASE SOMEONE LISTEN WHAT IF

“The Moon Will Sing” is ABOUT A PARENT

Note 1: this is in no way supposed to be definitive, it is my interpretation as someone who relates heavily to the song in this context

Note 2: this interpretation is in no way, shape, or form trying to say that the way the singer depicts her relationship with her parents in this song is indicative of her relationship with her parents in real life. It is not my place, nor anyone else’s, to speculate about how accurate this song is to her personal life. Though my wording may seem as though I am talking about the singer’s actual relationship with her parents, I mean it strictly in the context of the song. We must all respect the artist’s privacy.

“Tell me once again, I could’ve been anyone anyone else, before you made the choice for me”

The singer is expressing her disbelief that her whole fate was practically determined by her parents, that she could’ve been so much different if they didn’t mold her to be a certain way

“My feet knew the path we walked in the dark… I never gave a single thought to where it might lead”

The singer was unaware of the path her parent was taking her and was kept in the dark about what the steps her parents told her to take would lead. The fact that she ‘never gave a single thought’ implies naïveté that is consistent with an exceptionally young child blindly following their parents instructions

“All those empty rooms, we could have been anywhere… else, instead I made a bed with apathy”

The ‘empty rooms’ could be a reference to the unfurnished facets of her life that her parents may have forced her to leave empty in pursuit of ‘furnishing’ other ‘rooms’ (I.e. they won’t let her explore music because she needs to focus on grades). The bed of apathy likely means that she had become too tired to debate or fight back, that she opted for inaction and acceptance of her parents’ molding for the sake of ease and because she was too tired from working on furnishing these rooms to do anything besides continue the cycle.

“My heart knew the weight, ten years worth of dust and neglect, we made our peace with weariness and let it be”

This could be saying that the tiredness the singer expresses formerly exists in her parents as well, that everyone is just too tired to address any issues within their families. I would like to note that, while not explicitly stated, this may be referencing ‘The Hand that Feeds’ where her father was established to “work all his days.”

“The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun, bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own, I shine only with the light you gave me…”

THE WHOLE VERSE IS SO FIRE OMG ANYWAYS The singer is expressing how she relates to the moon due to the way it is completely dépendant on the sun for its light. In the same way, she may be saying that she feels as though all the goodness or impressive qualities are only the result of her parents’ light. In other words, sheath be expressing a deep-seated fear that she is not quite fully a new person, rather just a combination of her parents and/or their actions

“Name your courage now”

Her parents may, in her adult life, be boasting about how good they were to her when she was a child. However, it is only putting a name to ‘courage’ that ultimately may have done more harm than good or have just been the bare minimum

“We could have had anything else, instead you hoarded all that’s left of me”

Now we’re getting into a new facet of the relationship with the parents! It seems that they also were overbearing in some way, stopping the singer from getting the experiences or friends she wanted.

“Swallowing your doubt, like swords to the pit of my belly”

She seems to be internalizing her parents’ cynicism and/or criticism and allowing that to mold her. It seems her parents not trusting her hurts her a lot, meaning she places a lot of emphasis on their approval/trust, which is supported by the first verse

“I want to feel the fire that you kept from me!”

In the story of Prometheus, the god steals fire from Mount Olympus to give to humans and gets punished for it. The reason this may be important is because the Crane Wives are no strangers to referencing folklore (look at the explanation behind their name). We can reasonably assume that they are acknowledging the double-faceted nature of fire that the myth of Prometheus displays. Fire is something that gives advancement, the basis of early and modern technology as well as a major way our world consumes energy. It also provides light and warmth, as well as an opportunity for rebirth (look at why forest fires are beneficial for forests). At the same time, fire is the great consumer, it spreads and burns as it goes, leaving ash in its wake. The Prometheus story not only references the consequences of bringing such a force to mortals, but also why Prometheus thought it was important to risk himself for. In this lyric, the singer references a fire that was kept from her, which from the previous discussion we can reasonably assume includes both the growth fire brings and the destruction it causes. I’m other words, I believe this lyric is saying that the singer desires for both sides of life, growth and harm, that her parents ‘protected’ her from.

#the crane wives #crane wives #the moon will sing #song interpretation #lyric interpretation #art is subjective #everyone is welcome to discuss any other takes #also let me know if I should add any TWs/CWs or change the formatting #constructive criticism welcome

[bitchboi-gogurt]

"at least we have each other, right?" (mild flashing lights)

oh hey, would you look at that! a visualizer with original art this time, wonder how long that streak will last for

#echo vn #echo project #echo visual novel #the smoke room #tsr vn #furry #original music #wip #critiques/constructive criticism is welcome #lake emma #constructive criticism welcome #critiques are welcome #they're still over there...

[from-nobody-to-nightmare]

From Nobody to Nightmare Index

Chapter 1: Displaced

Chapter 2: Delve into the Madness

Chapter 3: Amongst the Roses

Chapter 4: Mulligans Bounty (Boon)

Character Banners By @rubra-wav

#hazbin hotel #ace #constructive criticism welcome #existence is a nightmare #female oc #from nobody to nightmare #it's gonna be a long afterlife #my ocs #platonic #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel zestial #zestial morde

[nico-moist-moses]

Its my queer coded Judas Iscariot song :]

@ghostpoetics

#queer #song #oh judas #irepan #moist maguey art #judas #judas iscariot #religious metaphor #yes i was excatholic how did you know? #constructive criticism welcome #transgender #aromantic #asexual #i add these tags because there is no romance btw #non romantic song #its about queerphobes not understanding that they are hurting themselves and us ny lashing out at the community because of their own #unresolved issues and internalized hatred #irepan means prince in Purépecha and is one of my middle names :] #maybe itll be a music name idk #Youtube

[lustlessgrace]

the product of a lyre

is something to dissect

could the sound alone

abdicate death?

or is it what’s behind the tone

that throws death from his throne?

dilute the walls of hell

with your melodious spell

one of three to make the feat

golds are cold but love nest deep

#poetry #writing #orpheus #eurydice #orpheus and eurydice #orpheus and eurydice poetry #constructive criticism welcome

[gtbutterfly]

Jen and Gabby chapter 6

Finally got this one out. I've been sitting on it for a while, and I finally got it finished. I'm mostly happy with it, but I'm a bit worried its not as good as the previous chapters due to it taking so long. anyways. I hope you enjoy! criticism is appreciated.

CW: cages, dehumanization,

here's the previous part:

and here's the first part:

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It was impossible to tell what time it was. Tim and Gabby were surrounded by cold metal walls, there were no windows to the outside other than the door of metal bars, the only way in or out of their cage. The ceiling at a bright white light beaming down on them. It was blinding to look at. The ground was covered in metal bars that were painful to sit or lay on. The cage smelled like pet food, hair, and rat droppings, similar to the smell of the walls of houses Tim had borrowed from which had rat infestations. There weren’t any rats or mice here, though, just the lingering smell of them. They had been here at some point, something must have happened to them. Tim was afraid of what that something was. Maybe they were just moved. Maybe they’re gone. 

“What are we gonna do, Tim?” Gabby asked, looking around worried. “What are they going to do to us?” 

“I…I don’t know, Gabby,” Tim said, “I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” he tried to reassure her.

“What is this place?” Gabby asked,

“A laboratory,” Tim said, “This is where humans do like, tests and stuff,”

“Are they going to do tests on us?” Gabby asked,

“Well, from what I heard, they usually do tests on animals, like mice and stuff,” Tim said. He was recalling most of his information from what he’d seen on TV while with Rebecca. He didn’t know if he was right or not.

“But there aren’t any mice here!” Gabby said,

“It sure smells like there are,” Tim muttered, “Look, everything is going to be fine,” Tim tried to comfort Gabby, “We’re going to get out of here, ok? They aren’t going to hurt us, I won’t let them,”

“Are you sure?” Gabby asked. Tim paused for a moment, before sighing.

“I’m not, but I hope I’m right,” he said, looking down.

“Why were you in that house I was in?” Gabby asked, “Did that human boy kidnap you too?” 

“No. well, he did, but, uh,” Tim stumbled over his words, “Look, me and your sister Jen were trying to save you, and then we were caught by that brat.”

“You and Jen were coming to save me?” Gabby asked,

“Yeah, Jen told me about you getting kidnapped and all, and I decided to help her,” Tim rubbed the back of his neck. Suddenly, Gabby hugged Tim around his waist.

“Thank you,” Gabby said, hugging Tim tightly, “I thought no one was coming to save me,”

“Uh, you're welcome,” Tim said, “I mean, you shouldn’t really be thanking me, y’know, since we failed,”

“Where is Jen?” Gabby asked, “Why didn’t Danny have her?”

“Danny?” Tim asked,

“The human that kidnapped us,” Gabby said,

“Oh, uh…I don’t know where Jen is,” Tim said, looking down,

“Weren’t you caught together?” Gabby asked. Tim was silent for a moment. He didn’t know how to break it to her.

“When we were seen, the human picked me up, and Jen avoided it by using her needle,” Tim said,

“Oh, that's how she avoided being caught when I was taken!” Gabby said, smiling at the thought of her sister. “So she got away?”

“...he kicked her.” Tim said, “The human kicked her into a wall. She looked hurt. She didn’t get up. The human just left her in the room when he took me. That's the last I saw of her,” Gabby was silent for a moment. She was processing what she’d heard, trying to make sense of it.

“So she…Jen is……” tears started to swell in Gabby's eyes as she thought about the possibility of what happened to her sister,

“No, no, she’s not dead! She didn’t die, she was just hurt.” Tim said, seeing Gabby’s face turn to despair, “Jen’s alive, I’m sure of it. I know it,” 

“So, she's still in that room?” Gabby asked,

“Maybe,” Tim looked down, “maybe she’s recovered and escaped already. If she did, she’d probably be trying to find you still,”

“But, how would Jen ever find us?” Gabby asked worriedly, "We don't even know where we are, and even if Jen did, how would she get here?”

“I don’t know, but she'll figure something out,” Tim said. “She's your sister, she's smart like that. In the meantime, we should get out of here before the humans come back,”

“Yeah,” Gabby said. The two borrowers went to the edge of their cage, where the door made of metal bars was. They were high up, at least too high for borrowers like them to survive falling. The metal bars were too close for them to squeeze out of. Gabby looked at Tim. “Do you have any of your borrowing tools? Like a grappling hook, or needle?”

“No, the humans took them from me,” Tim said, looking down, and sighing.

“Then what are we going to do?” Gabby said, looking scared.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something, don’t worry,” Tim said, “we’ll just have to wait for now,”

“Oh,” Gabby said, worriedly. She paced around the cage, gripping her hair, before she sat down in a corner. “We’re never gonna get out of here…”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Tim said, “we’re not gonna be here forever, we’ll get eventually,”

“I’m sorry, it's just,” Gabby looked down, “what if I never see Jen again?”

“You will, don’t worry,” Tim rubbed Gabby's back, trying to comfort her.

“Are you sure? Or do you just hope so?” Gabby asked. Tim was silent for a moment.

“I’m sure enough,” he said, looking down.

Jen was still in Rebecca's car. She was too small to see out the windows properly, looking up all she could see was the sky and streetlights from above. It had stopped raining briefly, but the sky was still covered in clouds. They’ve been driving for a while, mostly in silence. Jen looked up at Rebecca. The human was staring at the road in front of them.

“How much longer?” Jen asked.

“Not long, we’ll be there soon,” Rebecca said, continuing to drive. The two shared a moment of silence before Rebecca spoke up again. “So, about what I said earlier, uh, about you being weak and helpless,” she paused.

“I’m not weak and helpless,” Jen said sternly.

“I know, I didn’t mean it that way,” Rebecca said, “I just, uh, I meant that… you're at a disadvantage…because of your size…and you could use some help,”

“Are you talking about me, or borrowers in general?” Jen asked.

“Uh, I dunno, both?” Rebecca said,

“The borrowers around this place are doing fine without help from humans,” Jen said. “And I only need help from you because of what the other humans did.”

“Yeah, I guess you guys are doing fine, but you're still dying of cats eating you, and hunger and such,” Rebecca said. “Imagine how much better things would be if you had our help, if humans knew about you,”

“They’d kidnap us and take us to a laboratory to do tests on?” Jen asked.

“Ok, I see your point, but not all humans are like that, honestly,” Rebecca said. “Most of us would probably treat you really well if you gave us a chance,”

“How would that even work? How would humans help tinies if they all knew about us?” Jen asked.

“Well, the government would make laws protecting you from being killed,” Rebecca said,

“Like they do for animals?” Jen asked,

“Well, yeah, kinda.” Rebecca looked down, “But you wouldn’t be seen as animals, you’d be seen as people…very small people,” 

“So what, everything else would be the same?” Jen asked.

“No, you wouldn’t have to steal to survive anymore,” Rebecca said. “I don’t know exactly how things would be, but I think it would work like how me and Tim live together. Y’know, every tiny would get their own human to take care of them,”

“Every human would have a tiny pet to own?” Jen asked.

“No, not like that,” Rebecca said,

“That sounds exactly like that,” Jen said, “all that would do is put humans in power over us and make us dependent on them. Not to mention that not all humans are like you,” 

“OK then, how would you do it?” Rebecca asked.

“...do what?” Jen looked up at her.

“How would you make a world where humans and tinies live together?” Rebecca asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about that, it's a thing that would never happen,” Jen leaned against the back of the car seat.

“Ok, but just hypothetically,” Rebecca said,

“Fine, I guess…hmm,” Jen thought to herself for a second. “We’d all have our own...tiny houses, and tiny cars, and like, little communities of tinies with tiny jobs, and money we could use to buy food for ourselves,” Jen said, chuckling under her breath at the absurd thought. “And tiny schools that our kids can go to, and basically all the stuff you have but our size.”

“That sounds nice,” Rebecca said, smiling.

“It sounds ridiculous.” Jen sighed, “It would never happen, it's impossible.”

“Well, you never know. Maybe someday,” Rebecca said, as the car slowly came to a stop, and she changed the gear to park. “Ok, we’re here.”

Jen got up from the car seat and looked up at Rebecca.

“Lift me to the window,” Jen told her. Rebecca lifted Jen up from under her arms and placed the borrower in front of the windshield. They were facing the biomedical institute, a large concrete building. The front had various glass windows and lights coming from the inside. The rest of the building was brown and windowless. There were a few other cars in the parking lot they were in, all covered in water from the rain.

“So, what's the plan?” Rebecca asked,

“You bring me inside, I find Tim and Gabby, and then we come back to you.” Jen said, “You bring us back to the neighborhood, and let me and my sister go our way.”

“Really? You don’t need any help getting them out of there?” Rebecca asked, before sighing. “Or are you just still afraid of me,” 

“I’m not afraid, human.” Jen said, “All I need you for is getting me here, and bringing us back home and….I’m grateful you decided to help with that…”

“Aww, you're welcome, tiny,” Rebecca said. Jen sighed,

“But I don’t need your help with anything else. Just bring me inside, and wait here for us to get back.” Jen commanded.

“But what if something happens to you?” Rebecca asked, “I can’t just let you go in there alone, i mean, what if you don’t come back?” Jen paused for a moment to think. Finally, she turned towards the human and looked up at her.

“If I don’t come back by midnight, go in there yourself and look for Gabby and Tim,” she said, before looking down. “If you find them, but not me, take them back to the neighborhood…tell Tim to bring Gabby to Liam and Nora at the marketplace.”

“But Jen,” Rebecca said, “I’m not gonna leave you here, I’m not just going to assume that you're dead if I can’t find you. Please, let me come with you to look for them,”

“You're a human, you’d get us caught.” Jen said, “You can’t hide or get around undetected the same way I can,”

“Oh…oh yeah,” Rebecca rubbed the back of her neck.

“If you find Gabby and not me, tell her…” Jen thought for a moment, “Tell Tim to tell her…no, tell Tim to get him, Liam, and Nora to teach her borrowing. And that I’m proud of her.” Jen said, looking down. Rebecca was silent for a moment. She wanted to protest more, and say that Jen was going to find Gabby and come back alive, say that she should be going with her to help, but she knew there was no point in it,

“Ok, I will,” Rebecca said, “should I bring you inside now?” 

“...yes,” Jen said, “get me inside of there,”

“Ok, I’ve got it,” Tim said, turning from the bars of the cage he and Gabby were in.

“You do?” Gabby said as she sat on the metal floor, “What's the plan? How do we get out of here?”

“So the humans are going to take us out of here sometime, right?” Tim said, “We wait for that to happen, and when we see an opening to escape, we take it,”

“That's your plan?” Gabby asked, “We wait for the humans to come to do their evil tests on us, and if we have a way to escape then, we escape? What if there isn’t a way to escape then?”

“I don’t know, that's the best idea I have,” Tim said, “it was this, or pretending to be dead so they throw us out,”

“What was wrong with that plan?” Gabby asked,

“...you don’t want to know what humans do with dead things, Gabby,” Tim said, rubbing the back of his neck, “just listen, If there's a time when you think you can get away, run. Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back until you're out of the human’s sight, ok?”

“O-okay,” Gabby gulped in nervousness.

“It should be any minute now unless they're keeping us in here until morning,” Tim said,

“What time is it?” Gabby asked,

“I don’t know, it should still be night,” Tim said, looking out the bars. He sighed and looked back at Gabby. “You should get some rest. I keep looking out, in case they come in here.”

“But…w-what if they do something to us? What if….” Gabby held herself, worried. Tim put his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up if anything happens. It's getting late, you should get some sleep.” Tim said, trying to comfort Gabby.

“Oh….okay….” she said, sitting down against the metal wall, and slowly laying down. Tim turned towards the bars again. He sighed, thinking to himself.

What are we going to do?

The vents of the lab were locked. Most vents that borrowers traveled through had to be manually unscrewed with a detached screwdriver bit, which Jen didn’t have. Rebecca had to get Jen inside by going through the front door and placing her on the ground by pretending to drop something while talking to the person at the front desk. Now Jen was traversing through the empty hallways, trying not to be seen. Most of the hallway lights were off, and there weren’t many humans in this building, so it wasn’t too much of a challenge to stay hidden. Every so often, there would be footsteps in the distance, and Jen would have to duck into an empty room with its door open, or under a chair, cleaning cart or behind a plant, or just stay in a dark shadow and hope she wasn’t seen while the human passed by. None of the people she saw looked like the man that was in the photo she’d seen at the house, the human she assumed took Gabby and Tim. There were some janitorial workers, and different scientists and employees leaving for the night, but none of them had the tinies on them. Jen even followed some to make sure, but that only got her more lost. The building was massive for a borrower, a two-story house was enough for a tiny person to spend their entire life in. This building was at least three stories, and there were dozens upon dozens of rooms that Gabby and Tim could’ve been in, most of which were closed. Jen knew her best bet for finding them was to find the human that took them here. So she kept moving through the hallways, running and hiding, and checking the humans that unknowingly walked past her. Eventually, she heard a conversation coming from some room. She stood outside the open door, hiding in the shadows of a potted plant while eavesdropping.

“You realize how rare these things are, yes? We can’t just do tests on them now, they’re not disposable like the rats are.”

“Yes, but we have two of them, a male and a female.”

“Isn’t the female of adolescence?”

“Correct, but that doesn’t mean we can’t wait for it to reach maturity or simply force it now.”

“I don’t think those are viable options, professor. Any other suggestions?”

“Well, lilliputians have been known to be social and gather in groups. We could tag one of them, and let it lead us to others.” 

“Which one would receive the tag?”

“The older one most likely, they would be more likely to lead us to where it and the other lilliputians meet. The younger one would more likely die.”

“So we attach a tracking tag to one of them, send it  back to the area it came from, and wait for it to lead us to the other Lilliputians, what do we do with the other one?”

“Keep it alive in case the older one fails to lead us to others. In the meantime, start examinations on them. Get DNA samples and measurements of their heights and weights.”

“Very well, sir,”

The scientist then left the room. Jen peered from behind the pot she was hiding behind and started following one of them. There was something familiar about one of the words the humans were saying, “lilliputian.” It sounded similar to a story Jen heard when she was younger. She didn’t remember many details about it. It was about where all tinies came from, an island far away from any humans called “lilliput.” She didn’t know anything else about the story, it was just a fairytale as far as she knew. It's not like it mattered, anyway. All that mattered now was following this human to find Gabby and Tim. Eventually, she followed them to a dark blue metal door. The scientist closed the door behind him, leaving Jen stuck outside. 

Gabby flinched awake at the sound of the metal door across the room tightly closing. She got up and peered out the bars of the cage, Tim did the same. A human had entered the room. They were going through some drawers, taking out gloves and supplies. 

“It's happening,” Tim said, “get ready, they’re about to do something,”

“What’s gonna happen?” Gabby asked, 

“I don’t know,” Tim said, 

“I’m scared,” Gabby backed away from the cage bars,

“It's going to be ok, stay calm, Gabby,” Tim tried comforting her again, “it's going to be fine,”

“What are they going to do to us?” Gabby said, panicking, “are they…

“It's going to be fine, Gabby, I’ll be with you,” Tim said, 

The scientist put rubber latex gloves on and walked towards the cage. Gabby fell silent as the human got closer. They opened the latch and grabbed Gabby from the enclosure. She squirmed and screamed as she was pulled outside. Tim tried to keep her from being taken away, but he was knocked over as he lost grip on Gabby’s arm. 

“Gabby!” Tim yelled as the door closed, and Gabby was taken away. The scientist ignored the tiny’s screams and dropped Gabby onto a glass scale. As she tried to stand up, the scientist grabbed her arm and pulled on it. Gabby yelped in pain. The scientist measured her arm, before pinning her to the desk and measuring her height. After they were done, they squeezed Gabby in their hand and threw her back into the cage. She hit the floor on her side, hurting her shoulder. Then, the large gloved hand grabbed Tim, taking him out of the cage this time. Gabby forced herself up and ran to the side of the cage to watch as Tim was taken away. But the scientist didn’t take him to the same desk they took Gabby. Tim was dropped into some kind of plastic container, with clear walls and a metal grid over the top. The scientist opened the door to the room and left. Tim and Gabby shared a final glance as he was taken out of the room.

It had been a couple of minutes, and Jen was still outside the metal door. It didn’t have any cracks under it, so she couldn’t crawl under it. There was a vent nearby that could lead into the room, but Jen had nothing to open it with. So she was stuck waiting until the door opened. When it did, the same scientist from before walked outside. Jen, who was on the side of the door, noticed they were holding something, some kind of plastic box or cage. That must be where they are, Jen thought to herself, as she stalked after the human. She stayed in the shadows of the side of the hallway, trying her best to keep up with the large human with her smaller legs. The scientist went into another room. This time, Jen managed to slip through the or before it closed and hide under a metal chair. The scientist placed the box on a desk at the end of the room, and took some sort of device out of their pocket. It took Jen a moment to recognize what it was, it was used by humans to communicate over long distances, not a phone, just a small speaker and microphone with an antenna. She heard of some borrowers using them before, but she’d never seen one herself. The scientist spoke into the device.

“The male subject is in the operation room…..” They said, “Yes, it's secure. It's still in the portable container, though.” the scientist paused while listening to the voice on the other side of the device, which Jen couldn’t hear. “Alright. So what time are we making the implant?” they asked. “Tomorrow morning, get it.” 

The scientist put the device back on their belt and left the room. Jen stepped out from her hiding place and ran to the desk where the box was placed. She swung her grappling hook and threw it up to the top of the desk. It scraped against the metal surface and fell back down. Frustratedly, Jen picked up the hook and threw it again, aiming for the container. She tugged on the string before climbing it up the massive desk. Her head, arms, and hands were wet with rainwater from earlier and sweat from now. This was it, she thought. This was the end. She would finally save Gabby. She would finally see her sister again. Her hands strained as she climbed, pushing herself to her limits to get to the top. Finally, she did. She pulled herself up to the top of the cold, metal desk, and looked forward to the plastic prison. It was a thin, clear plastic box with a metal top. There were air holes on the top and sides that were barely large enough for a tiny to stick their hand through. One of these holes caught the fishing hook Jen threw. Inside the container was Tim, standing to the wall watching Jen lift herself up.

“Jen? Jen, you..you’re here! You’re alive!” Tim said upon seeing her again.

“Tim!” Jen pulled herself onto the desk and ran up to the wall of the cage. “What did they do to you? Where’s Gabby?”

“Still in the other room,” Tim said,

“The other room?” Jen asked,

“The room that human took me from…” Tim said, 

“Is she ok? What did they do to her?” Jen asked,

“shes …shes ok…well, as ok as she could be in this situation,” Tim said, rubbing the back of his neck. “She missed you, Jen, a lot. You have to go get her,”

“We will,” Jen said, “let me get you out of this thing,” Jen took her fishing hook and threw it on top of the plastic cage before climbing on top of it. Tim watched.

“Jen, hurry! We don’t have a lot of time, maybe you should just come back for me,” Tim said,

“No, I’m not just leaving you here. Who knows what they’ll do to you while I’m gone,” Jen said, “besides, saving Gabby with you will be easier than saving you with Gabby,” she came to the side lock and pulled open a door from the top. She dropped the string down into the cage and held onto it for Tim to climb up. Once Tim got to the top, Jen pulled him out. They looked at each other for a moment.

“Um..thanks Jen,” Tim said. Jen suddenly hugged him. Tim was almost startled by Jen wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back. 

“I’m sorry, Tim,” Jen said, letting go of the hug. “This entire thing is my fault. I got you wrapped up in this, and I couldn’t protect Gabby in the first place.” she looked down. “I’m a terrible friend. And a terrible sister…”

“No, Jen,” Tim said, “your not either of those things. You’ve been doing nothing but trying to save your sister from these humans for the passed…how long has it been, two, three days! And you could’ve left me here to go save her, but you didn’t.” Tim put his hand on Jen’s shoulder. “You're a great friend. And an amazing sister.”

“...thanks, Tim…” Jen said, before sighing, “but I won't be a great sister until I save Gabby. Let's go.”

“Alright,” Tim said.

The two borrowers climbed down from the cage. Jen wrapped her hook around one of the air holes in the cage so they could climb down. Then, across the room, the massive metal door opened. The tiny’s hearts dropped. It was the same scientist from before, coming back into the room. They all froze as they saw each other. The scientist was holding a thicker plastic cage with a more secure lock. They looked down at Jen and Tim. The borrowers back away. Jens eyes furrowed. She drew her needle from her belt.

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[frangirlwrites]

My Sweet

Chapter 1: An Impossible Journey

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"What's that you've got there?" 

"None of your God-damn business." Miguel snapped his flip phone shut. 

"How can we be besties if you insist on keeping secrets from me?!" Gojo whined, slinging an arm around the African sorcerer's shoulders.

Miguel shrugged him off, trying to right the balance of the heavy knapsack of supplies he carried. The vein in his left temple began to throb, and not for the first time. Gojo was like a fruit fly. Always buzzing in his ears. Whispering sweet nothings like the piece of shit that he was. It was bad enough that the man was untouchable. Miguel couldn't smack him if he wanted to and Gojo exploited that imbalance, finding entertainment in getting handsy whenever he wanted. Grabbing his hand in the middle of the cross walk, blowing air down the back of his neck while he was consulting with village elders, he even gave him a wet-willy on the plane.

Skin-ship, he called it.

He'd never known any Japanese man to be so handsy.

Geto was significantly more tolerable, rest his soul. 

Regardless, as soon as Miguel fulfilled his vow, he could be rid of that ingrate for good. He  thought he'd be done with Gojo after the Parade of a Thousand demons, but no. Geto had to go and get himself killed. He forfeited their family's goal, to create a utopia for jujutsu sorcerers, over a monster with a school girl's crush. 

Miguel had been lucky enough to survive Gojo on the battlefield but not without cost. Every time he thumbed over the tattered ends of the black rope,  his blood boiled, but not as much as Gojo's skin under the Saharan sun. Miguel eyed his partner who was red as a tomato, then the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight.

Maybe he'd die of  heatstroke and this whole ordeal could end without him having to break his binding vow..

"Miguel-san." Yuta piped up from a few paces back, clearly tired under the weight of his traveling gear, but in far better condition than his mentor. It was a miracle that Gojo's obnoxiousness hadn't rubbed off on his pupil. The two were polar opposites. Whereas Gojo was purposely rude and unhelpful, Yuta minded his manners and gratuitously searched for opportunities to prove his worth. "How far is your village?"

Damn. 

That's right. Miguel was taking them to his home, this time. Or at least, his place of birth. He hadn't looked back after leaving many years prior.

Gojo ears twitched, clearly yearning for an answer as well. 

"It's about a stones throw away." Miguel answered begrudgingly.

"Who's stone throw?" Gojo whined. "I'm a little league super star. That could mean anything. If I threw a rock right now, we might end up in Gibraltar."

Gojo hooked an arm around Miguel's. "Will I have to cross another ocean to meet your parents? I don't know if I can wait that long. Why don't you be a team player and tell us the actuall directions? I could get us all there in a blink with my infinite void."

"No."

"Why not?!" Gojo whined, pulling on Miguel's arm to make him stop. "Aaw, Yuta. Why don't you back me up?! I feel like Miguel is hiding some pertinent information from us."

"I am not."

"Then who's that cupcake on your phone?!"

"None of your Goddamn business."

"You're cheating on me?!" Gojo squealed and Yuta looked mildly uncomfortable with his teacher's childish antics.  "You keep messaging people I don't know. I thought we had something special!"

Despite Miguel's stank-expression, Gojo kept in character. The man new nothing about restraint and was clearly set on infiltrating any bit of privacy Miguel retained. "I owe you nothing outside of our agreement. "

"Tsk! Show it to me, now!" In the blink of an eye, Gojo was digging through Miguel's flip phone. 

"What the-" Miguel barely had time to register what had happened.

"Gojo-sensei...you really shouldn't." Yuta chided.

"Hush boy, I'll teach you how to catch a man in a lie. Hmm...Boogle, meTunes, Swindr???! I knew it. You sly dog! You're cheating with on with all these THOTs from Swindr. Wait...they're all too old. Tell me who you were looking at before!" 

Miguel growled. "You fucking tomato."

When Miguel lunged for the phone, Gojo chucked it.

"Yuta catch!" 

For the record, Yuta caught the phone on reflex; not to partake in Gojo's game of 'keep-away.' However, that didn't stop him from making a few curious swipes to the still active text app. Miguel and Gojo were occupied with each other, too busy to notice Yuta had found what Miguel had been looking at earlier.

Or rather...who.

"Uhh.." Yuta looked down at his feet. A blush marring his already sun-flushed cheeks at the picture. 

"Yuuuuuta, Yutaaaaa!!" A ghastly voice carried through the dust-filled breeze. "What's wrong?!"

"I'm fine Rika, don't worry." Yuta rubbed the ring on his finger. Rika's curse was very sensitive and needed to be handled with care; for the sake of others, not his own. 

"Your heart is pounding." Rika moaned. A massive claw rested on Yuta's shoulder, while her single eye whipped back toward his bickering teachers. 

"Hey! Are you picking on Yuta?!!!" Rika screamed, causing sand to kick up into a desert flurry.

Yuta's mentors, who had been wrestling in the sand, froze. 

"Nope." They piped up in unison. "We love Yuta. He's the best." 

Rika looked confused then smiled. "Yes! Yes, he is!"

"Shhh. Rika, I'm fine. Promise." Yuta beckoned her closer, to which she enthusiastically complied, and kissed her cheek. "Sleep." 

"Aaaw, ok." Rika blushed and disappeared in a blink.

All three men breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to be spared from her wrath.

Gojo recovered first, noticing his pupil's heat flushed cheeks. "Yuta, my friend. You look like a man who's seen something. As your teacher I command you to report what you've learned."

"I did." Yuta gulped. Confirming his teacher's suspicions. "There was a girl."

Gojo nodded, beckoning him to continue with the most serious face he could muster. "..And?"

"And.." Yuta parroted.

"Did she look like an assassin?" Gojo squinted at Miguel suspiciously, who responded by rolling his eyes.

Yuta shook his head no, despite his shaking hands. 

"Miguel. In all seriousness,  you need to be upfront with us. You've been travel buddies with Yuta for a little over a month. I can't be here all the time. I need to know that I can trust you with my very precious student. "

"Considering you 'binding vowed' my ass into being a glorified babysitter, you have nothing to worry about."  Miguel dead-panned. " I'm formally domesticated." 

"You make it sound so bad." Gojo teased.

"It is."

"Then lets start over. Perhaps are introductions can change the tone of our relationship." Gojo cleared his throat, winked at Yuta, and jumped. "Oh my gosh! We seem to be going in the same direction. My name's Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you!"

Gojo held out is hand.

"Kiss my ass." Miguel started walking down the next dune.

"We'll that didn't go well." Gojo wiped the sweat from his brow. The speed at which his demeanor shifted was astonishing. "Seriously though. For your sake, it's better if you don't hide any pertinent information from us."

"I've told you all there is to know, everything that's relevant to the black-whip." Miguel sighed. "I know its origin, generally speaking, but so much was destroyed during the colonization of the continent... the best bet is to follow the lore. Until we find something concrete, each village we search is another piece to the puzzle. According to the Griot we spoke to,  the black-whip, seems to have been passed through a few lineages, only to be pillaged and sold to another."

Gojo listened intently. "So your saying.."

"What we're looking for it not so much a place, but a bloodline."

"Not another clan drama." Gojo cringed.

"We call them tribes here." Miguel chuckled. "But yes, we are nose-diving into some historical clan drama. It doesn't matter what tribes once held the cursed tool. Ownership doesn't equate the ability to replicate its mechanism. Unless you find a descendant from the original tribe who crafted the black-whip, you can kiss your hopes of restoring its power goodbye."

"Great!" Gojo beamed. "And how good are our chances of finding one of these black-whip clan descendants."

"Between, the transatlantic slave trade, the arab slave trade, tribal wars,  colonization, geographical shifts, and regular human migratory tendencies..slim to none, but not impossible. They could be literally ANYWHERE in the world at this point...or no where at all. Only time will tell."

"That's not good."

"No it isn't." Miguel griped. "This search could last a life-time, and I'm bound by vow to see it through, thanks to your higher-up bastards.."

...Gojo whistled. "Well. I hope you two have fun!"

"Wait. Sensei, what do you mean by that-"

"Bye!" Gojo grinned and was gone in a blink. 

"Huh?!!! Sensei wait!"

"Let his ass go." Miguel grumbled, picking up the bag of supplies Gojo left in his wake. "I work better without him." 

"First things first." He hefted the load onto Yuta's shoulders so that he carried knapsacks in front and behind. They were almost as big as he was. His knees buckled but with a groan he strengthened his stance and trudged behind Miguel down the path. "Let's put some muscle on you. I've got a feeling you'll gonna need it."

"Oh. Y-yeah." Yuta mumbled staring at his skinny ankles peaking from behind the long white indigenous robes he bought in the last village. "I'll do my best!"

Miguel spared him a glance. Luckily, Yuta was nothing like his teacher. Instead of obnoxious, invading, and kniving, Yuta was earnest, respectful, and best of all quiet. "Cover your face so you don't get heat stroke."

Yuta fumbled around with his head wrap. The shopkeeper had only shown him once, how to properly fix his head wrap. There was a loose piece of cloth that hung over his left ear that should tuck in somewhere across his face....but the knapsacks left little room for his arms to reach properly. 

Tired of seeing him fumble around, rough brown hands grabbed the cloth and tucked it in for him so that his face was protected from the sun and sand. "There."

"Thanks." Yuta offered sheepishly. He thought for a moment deciding it was a good time to ask Miguel directly. "Mmmm, by the way... who was the girl in the picture, Miguel-san."

Miguel took a moment to regard him and continued along the way.

 "Wouldn't you like to know." He grumbled. "Come on. The village is on the other side of that dune. We should be able to find lodging, and a good stew."

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To be continued...

#jujutsu kaisen x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen #okkotsu yuuta #miguel #gojo #Constructive criticism welcome #Africa #africa trip

[gravitywasneveranoption]

HELLO! I'm looking for constructive criticism on my fellow here, Kian's, design! I feel like smth is off, but IDK what

FULL Kian (UNNAMED) Moore GENDER (UNDECIDED) PRONOUNS Anything except for she/her SPECIES Bengal cat AGE 30 ORIENTATION (UNDECIDED) OCCUPATION Employee of (UNNAMED FNAF SL) VOICECLAIM currently Jack Stauber (5/10)

Kian Moore is a bengal cat! He's related to Drew Moore, Alice Moore and Cassandra Moore; Alice being his sibling, Drew being his cousin and Cassie being his adopted daughter! :D

I know I want to establish in his design that he's a friendly, kind bengal cat with freckles wearing a 90's tracksuit! (More geometry in the tracksuit the better)

#idk what tags to put #oc #artists on tumblr #artwork #art #oc art #constructive criticism welcome #constructive criticism wanted #cat #furry #sfw furry #bengal cat #character design #character concept #fnaf #fnaf oc #five nights at freddy's #90s fashion #1990s fashion #criticism welcome #art help wanted #art help welcome #art help needed

[exar547]

Short practice animation - "Sleepy"

He then proceeded to wake up 30 seconds after the animation ended :(

Hey!! So!! I had a nightmare trying to figure out how to convert this file into something that Tumblr would accept ugh

But anyway!! I had a bit of a me moment at 2am and put together a stickfigure practice animation in an hour and like 57 minutes or something. It was meant to be just a practice animation (and it still kind of is, i experimented with frame rates, 2s and 3s and even 4s), but i decided to give it lore. So now this guy is called Joey and he has two unhinged roommates. I won't ramble about the lore because i genuinely want to expand it into something bigger but for now consider this short animation a sort of "pilot"

Also!! Constructive criticism is appreciated!! I'm still a beginner animator trying to learn how to animate so advice on how the animation could have been better is highly appreciated

#exar artwork #animation #artists on tumblr #animators on tumblr #digital animation #2d animation #stickfigure #stick figure #constructive criticism welcome #beginner animator #joey

[bitchboi-gogurt]

"It was stupid of me to lose my shit like that, especially now that I know that Chase is in the car, home from spring break" (Carl's voice is a placeholder for now) critics very much appreciated and encouraged! mild spoilers for Echo VN below as well as my thoughts

To be honest, I'm not too confident I properly brought out the 'vibes' of the short story Trip with this one, even if it is only just the beginning of the song.

I might have made this piece eerie, but the story is more of Carl getting deeply fucked mentally with the drug he took, and his senses being completely disoriented. Not to mention his encounter with tulpa chunter (chulpa?) and socket face, as well as the dread, panic, and fear he feels throughout the experience.

I wanted to make the instrumental more 'psychedelic' than what I usually make to reflect that.

To do that, I tried to use a tremolo effect to make the music go from one ear to the other in a set rhythm to get that disoriented feel, but I'm not sure if that's enough... Well, that's all I have to say for now, hope this was at the very least enjoyable to listen to!

#echo vn #echo project #original music #critiques are welcome #constructive criticism welcome #critiques appreciated! #encouraged even! #furry #music #music wip #chulpa? #not chase hunter #not the chunter #carl hendricks