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ohworm-writes · 3 years

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AAA- MY HEART- BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD JSHFG. I just, I just cant explain how much I l o v e d it. Possible part two of the aftermath?? Like Reader's situation, how Tommy is feeling after he took it all in after the war and the rest of the people's reaction to this random person?? you dont have to of course, what you want matters much but dhfurhg just really loving it lol.

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loss/lôs,läs/

noun

the fact or process of losing something or someone.

Pairing - Tommyinnit x gn!ghost!Reader ( platonic )

Warnings - death , mourning , derealization , blood mention

Note - i decided to do this as more of headcanons than a whole oneshot. i’m so happy you enjoyed it, tears and all, and i hope you enjoy this as well!

Word Count - 1.1k

prompt - check the ask!

content below the cut!

when you died for the second time, instead of a warm feeling washing over you, like the feeling of the sun shining down on you softly in the middle of a sleepy afternoon

it was like it had dragged you under the surface of the ocean, cold ice water filling your lungs

it was blistering hot and freezing cold, deafeningly loud and eerily quiet, all and nothing all at once

your eyes shut tight, too scared to open

too scared to see what might be there if you were to open them

but you couldn’t hide forever

oh, how you wished that were the case

when you opened your eyes, it was the same room you had been in before, but this time-

other people were there

Blinking several times, you look around you, over one shoulder and then the other. It was the same white room as before, but people surrounded you in a circle. Each person stood several feet away from you. Well, you could hardly call them people. Their bodies were made of a black mass, it covered their body like a goo. It looked slimy and misty at the same time. Maybe if you touched it, it would fade away like a cloud- or it would coat your hands like slime.

The people had no eyes, simply just black masses that stood a good foot over your height. You furrow your brows in confusion. Was this your limbo? If so, what was so bad about it? You reach your hand up to rub the back of your neck, looking around you at the things that surround you. They had heads, that you could tell, but no other defining limbs. Almost as if they were wrapped in black trench coats.

“Who are you people?” Something clicks, and all of a sudden, as if snapped out of a trance by your voice, the people move. There are hundreds, thousands of them. They rush left and right, near and far. They all rush in different directions, as if you were on the sidewalk of a big city. Everyone had somewhere to get to.

“Excuse me? Hey there-” This time, your voice isn’t audible, it’s only in your head. You try again, attempting to call out to one of the people, but your words are in your head again. You try to reach a hand out towards them, but they stay stuck to your sides. What in the hell? You try again, and again, and again and again and again. No matter how hard you try to catch their attention, they don’t see you. They don’t hear you.

You’re invisible again.

each person’s limbo is catered to themself, some fear or theirs put to light they could never imagine

yours just had to be your troubles with invisibility

and you would spend forever like this

it brought up too many questions

were you really dead?

were you alive?

were you-

real?

had this all been some sick and twisted mind game just to mess with you?

had you never been real in the first place?

you would spend all of eternity thinking about that

and you could only hope Tommy would never experience a limbo of his own

speaking of the boy

he was in shambles

he still had a war to finish. but after this?

he could barely make it to his feet, how could anyone expect him to fight?

almost everyone else there had gone back to fighting

yes, they wondered why some stranger had wandered into a battlefield and gotten themselves killed, but there were more pressing matters at hand

Tubbo tried to go over and help Tommy, to drag him away at least

but seeing his lifelong friend in such a broken state almost broke him

“Tommy, we have to go! At least let’s get you off the field!” Tubbo yells, putting his hands under his friend’s arms and attempting to pull him away from your body. The sight of it makes bile rise to his throat, but he pushes the feeling down and focuses on moving Tommy. The blond doesn’t even try to fight with Tubbo, letting his body fall limp as Tubbo drags him. His eyes are still trained on your figure, even from far away.

By the time Tubbo realizes Tommy is crying, the boy in question is full-on sobbing. Dry heaves and desperate gasps for air sound from him, his body shaking as he wails. His cries are loud, his wails full of panting and cries. Tubbo wraps his arms around his friend, trying to calm him down, but it does nothing. Tears pour down his face, and as much as he tries, he can’t wipe them away.

“Fuck you Dream, you stupid sonofabitch!” His voice cracks as he screams towards the sky, his voice wavering as he yells at the man who killed his best friend. Dream can’t hear it, of course, and if he did, why would he care? What’s dying twice when you’ve already experienced it once? Hell, that’s what it is.

after the Doomsday aftermath, Tommy didn’t talk to anyone

even as he met with the last standing L’Manburgians, he was silent

that lively and energetic personality he had was lost

he lost part of himself that day

he secluded himself for months after

not talking to anyone unless they came to him

even then, he’d talk with as few words as possible

if he spoke any more than that, they’d hear his voice break, and an inevitable sob wrack through him, before completely breaking down

with the efforts of Tubbo and Ranboo, helping him day in and day out, he returned to his normal self somewhat

more lively, close to before

but never the same again

if they ever brought your name up, tears would fill his eyes, and he’d try with all of his might to stifle a broken sob

during their time with him, Ranboo and Tommy learned about you

they learned how big of a role you played in Tommy’s life

Tubbo felt hurt a little when Tommy called you his ‘best friend’

but he understood where Tommy was coming from

you were really his best friend

through him through thick and thin

Tubbo couldn’t say the same

Ranboo ended up telling Phil and Techno about you

it clicked for the two

Tommy’s imaginary friend

Phil would admit it, it got him teary eyed

as for the rest of the SMP, they could do without knowing

however, some questioned what a gravestone was doing in the land's crater, blue flowers laid next to them, and a boy, beyond broken, mourning at the spot

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appreciatethefoolishness · 4 years

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BUNNY TROUBLE | 06

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

― pairing: jeongguk x reader

― genre: mostly fluff, softness, jungkook dancing lol, disgusting romance!! bunny!jeongguk, (kind of) hybrid!jeongguk, magical wishes, taehyung!best friend, tae being kinda a bitch, swearing, crack/humor lol i tried, more swearing, a tiny bit of subtle angst and SMUT; fat cock!jungkook, handjob, blowjob, subby!koo, whining, whimpers, dry humping, virgin!jungkook

― word count: 4k

― summery: a quick decision to save a hurt bunny on the side of the road might not seem like a big deal to many people. y/n doesn’t think much of it either and decides to take care of the little male rabbit but what she doesn’t expect is when he one night turns into a human and hell breaks loose…

― a/n: I made a playlist for this series!!

― OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

posted on: April 13, 2020 don’t post/copy my work without my permission ©

You could feel your phone falling out of your hand as Taehyung’s words echoed in your head. The sun rays hitting your face didn’t feel so warm anymore and it was almost like a cold stream washed over you as you sat there, frozen.

It really was like a wave with emotions hit you and as you looked over at the sweetest boy snoring beside you, you felt your heart break a little. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, his long lashes hitting his soft skin as his chest heaved up and down. You wondered quietly how it will feel in a few weeks when your bed will be cold and empty without him...

Bird’s song outside the window made him stir in his sleep and yawn as he slowly opened his puffy eyes. As soon as he saw you a heartwarming smile broke out on his face and for a few seconds everything in the world was meaningless except this.

“Goo’ morning,” he mumbled, his hair a total mess around his head as he reached for you. He embraced your hips as he tried to drag you down with him. You shrieky laugh escaped your throat in surprise as you landed on his chest, he rubbed his nose against your cheek before kissing it. “Mhmm, my noona,” he mumbled while pecking your soft skin.

His raspy voice and lovey-dovey actions made you flush, "my googie," you mumbled back, "did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

He seemed to keen at the pet name and arch his back as you let your finger run through his silky locks. He hummed and buried his face between your shoulder and throat and before you could react he had already begun sucking on the sensitive area.

A soft gasp fell from your lips by the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his warm body pressed against yours. You hadn’t really had the time to think through what happened yesterday, everything from kissing Jeongguk to him fingering you in one of the bathrooms in the club. You almost thought you had ruined your relationship but by the way his lips moved against your skin you calmed down a bit

Eventually, he pulled away, his big hand cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes. His were sparkling with warmness and something you couldn't pinpoint as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your lips before he closed the remaining distance between the two of you. His kiss was nothing like your first, this time it was soft and slow almost like he didn’t want it to end. With your eyes closed you began moving your lips against his with just as much gentleness, feeling his heart against yours.

All your worries and thoughts about future heartbreaks disappeared with him. It was like magic, the way he just captured you and everything felt good again. His soft lips and steady hands as he let them roam down your back and hips, making you break out in a sheepish big smile. Jeongguk only mirrored you and soon your stuipd grins had broken the kiss as you just smiled at one other. A laugh escaping you.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, almost for himself, while brushing his long fingers through your hair. Petting your head as the stars in his eyes gleamed at you, “really, why are you so bewitching, noona?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Bewitching?” you repeated, a humorous grin playing on your new-kissed lips, “Where can you possibly have learned that word, guk?”

“Ehm, on a k-drama?” he said, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker.

You snorted softly before framing his face in your hands, cupping his rounded cheeks and following his lip line with the tip of your thumb, “But you’re wrong, cause’ there’s only one bewitching person in this room and it’s you Jeongguk. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

Silence emerged between you two and slowly Jeongguk’s blinding smile faded away. “Man?” he repeated your word in a whisper, “D-did you just call me a man?”

“Yeah, I did...” you said suddenly afraid you might have offended him but before you could apologize his whole face lit up and he turned you over making you laugh.

He giggled as he kissed you again, his hips planting themself between your legs letting you feel the very obvious morning boner he had working for himself. As he kept biting and sucking your lips you could almost swear his were made just for you. So sweet and soft and while you let your finger tracing the scar down his naked back he started grinding against you.

He moaned quietly as you locked your legs around his hips forcing his hard cock to get friction against your clothed core. His sweaty back muscles tensed under your hands and the warmness steaming off his most intimate part.

“Ah, please…” he whimpered and thrusted against you, his eagerness very apparent, “touch meee…”

His words went directly down to your cunt, making you clench around nothing and feel how your panties started to get damped. You kissed his neck, the place under his earlobe and he yelped as his dick twitched in excitement. Almost on command your fingers wandered down his chest to his crotch, palming the bulge over his pyjama pants feeling how thick and long he really was. Your eyes bulged out in surprise, you knew he was big but not this huge.

“Oh, what a big cock my baby boy has,” you purred right in his ear and he cried out in shock as you slipped your hand inside his boxers. Fingers wrapping around his girthy length as you pulled his underwear down, leaving his cock to stand proudly against his stomach showing off all the mouth-watering veins and precum leaking from the angry tip. “Pretty,” you whispered before and began stroking it up and down in a faster pace than what he was used to.

His whole body almost went slack at the intense pleasure from your hand but before he could crush you, you turned him around still with your fingers pinching the tip of his cock making him choke on air.

“I-it f-feels so go-ood,” he whined while pounding up in your cupped hand, his hefty balls jerking as he neared his end. “Ah, don’t stop!” he closed his eyes and spread his legs wider for you to use his cock however you’d like.

“Yeah, it feels just as good as when you were grinding against me in your sleep? Huh?” you sneered, tightening your grip around him causing a loud whine escaping his sinful lips. “Yeah, I know what a dirty boy you are, gukkie, I was awake.” And like the knowledge of you knowing what he did in his sleep made him even more desperate to cum now.

“I’m s-sorry, noona,” he cried as you jerked him off, the wet sound of your hand’s fast movements filling the room, “I-i couldn’t help it!”

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, tugging on his hair forcing his neck to be exposed, he gasped. And like you had expected was it full hickeys from the night before, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. “Just be a good boy and cum when I let you,” you smirked and it was like you couldn’t control yourself from licking it all the way down to his abs, feeling the soft skin over the hard muscles. You kept sucking while bringing your tongue out to taste his salty skin until you face to face with his thick cock. You licked a fat strip from the base to the tip, cupping his tight balls in your other hand as you started sucking on the head, tasting the sweet taste of his precum.

“AHH!” he actually squealed as you sucked in your cheeks and began bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You knew this was his first blowjob but you couldn’t help yourself from being a little mean. Instead of letting him trust up in your throat you laid all your weight on his thick thighs so he couldn’t move. “I’m cumming noona…” he breathed, his face scrunched up in pleasing pain and you lifted your head up to smile.

“Then cum.”

He threw back his head against the pillow, a piercing cry leaving him as he let himself reach his orgasm. You kept stroking the rest of his leght you couldn’t fit in your mouth as the heavy shoots of cum began to fill you, and you were quick to swallow it all, milking him to the last drop. It was a lot, Jeongguk cum never seemed to stop painting the inside of your cheeks white but eventually it did.

Slowly, you removed your lips from his sensitive cock, his whimpers toning out while you wiped your mouth. “You okay?” you asked as you returned by his side, caressing his long bangs away from his eyes.

“Yeah,” he breathed, a small smile creeping on his lips while he unhurriedly opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

You giggled before kissing him again, taking his face between your hands and letting yourself feel the love he was radiating.

“Noona…” he eventually mumbled, his voice sounding a little uncertain, while pulling away, “W-what are we now?”

His chest was still heaving up and down from his climax and his face flushed with bashfulness.

“You mean like in our relationship?” you whispered, not breaking your intimate eye-contact. Jeongguk nodded, nervously biting his lip but you wouldn’t allow that, “It is whatever you want us to be,” you simply said and gave him another soft kiss making him smile. “You decide.”

At last you had taken Jeongguk to an amusement park and to say he was happy would not be enough to describe his excitement. It was the sound of Jeongguk’s joyful laughter that woke you up from your daze. Even though you tried not to think about it�� Taehyung words from your fight or his text had been filling your mind the last few days. Even when you were with Jeongguk, you couldn't fully appreciate him as you didn’t know how many days left you had with him. So taking him to the carnival that he’s been talking about for weeks was just a little thing you could do.

Jeongguk had just finished one of the bigger rides of the park, his messy hair and his flushed cheeks making it obvious for anyone to figure out. And by the sight of his happy state, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling.

“How was it?” you asked as you handed him his cotton candy.

You two had already ridden that roller coaster earlier but as the overexcited soul he was— he had wanted to go for another ride and then another until you told him to do it alone, otherwise you might actually had spilled your guts out.

“It was soo fun!” he grinned and sat down beside you on the bench, his nose crinkling so adorably as he took a bite of the sweetness off cloud in his hand. And his Bambi-eyes lit up at the sugar taste, “wow,” he whispered in awe.

You scoffed at his cuteness, it really was like taking a child to the festivals for the first time. Jeongguk’s liveliness made your heart ache, how could someone so pure and kind have to go back to being a bunny in the end of this month? Jeongguk kept chewing on his cotton candy and even offered you some but you gently denied, you had eaten it before.

“Oh, noona, can’t we also do that?!” he asked and pointed toward a couple that was taking cute selfies with each other. “Taking pictures, I mean?” he added as he saw them kissing each other making him ashamedly look away.

You snorted softly before taking your phone out. “Sure,” you laughed as he quickly wiped the sugar away from the corners of his mouth. As you raised your phone higher in the air to fit both of you in the frame Jeongguk leaned in and you started taking pictures. One was with you two just doing silly faces, another with you smiling and the last few with you kissing his cheek and him smiling shyly.

You smiled at the selfies of you and him on your phone.

The hour before the amusement park closed it supposed would be a performance there. You and Jeongguk had decided to not watch it as Jeongguk had noticed the subtle sadness that painted your face when he wasn’t looking. He was worried but before he could ask you why the loud bass of a song a few meters away from you two made you both stop in your tracks. Even though you were near the exit you looked over to the stage where a large group of boys were dancing to the song “Rainism” by Rain and Jeongguk apparently recognized it as well.

“Oh, I know this!” he exclaimed and before he knew it, you had dragged him toward the show.

Jeongguk had spend a lot of his time these months watching and practicing k-pop dances in front of your TV so when this opportunity came you wouldn’t let him miss it. Jeongguk started dancing and moving with the beat, surprisingly confident about the dance moves of the official dance. These type of performances were mostly famous for inviting random people up to dance with them so it wasn’t that shocking when Jeongguk was dragged up.

He obviously loved it, by judging of his smile and laugh as he just fitted perfectly in with the other professional dancers. At the end of the dance Jeongguk hurried to run to you, lifting you up in a hug so affected by his excitement.

“Noona, did you see that?!” he yelled over all the loud noises and spun you around.

“Of course, you were so good!” you blurted out and hugged him back.

“Hey, excuse me!” a guy, with silver colored hair, in your age said beside you. Jeongguk gently let you go and turned to the new guy. “You were amazing man, are you a dancer?”

Jeongguk, a little taken back that a stranger was taking to him, shook his head. “Eh, no I just do it for fun…”

“Well, damn,” the guy laughed, “I’m Park Jimin by the way,” he said and reached for a card in his pocket. “And I work for an agency that’s looking for new back up dancers, give us a call if you’re interested!”

You three talk a little more before parting, Jimin really being sure to praise Jeongguk for his sharp and precise moves before saying goodbye. On the train ride home Jeongguk couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, it was like the sun rays were shining on him even though it was dark.

“Thank you for taking me there,” he eventually mumbled, his nose rubbing lovingly against your temple before kissing it. “I really enjoyed today with you noona.”

“Yeah, me too.” You laughed. “That guy, Jimin, even recognizes your talent for dancing. How do you feel about that?”

“It was perfect.” He whispered and he was right. Too perfect.

“Wait, he invited you into his apartment?!” you gasped as Mina quickly hushed you with a finger against your lips.

“God, when you say it like that it makes it sound like something totally different!” she mumbled and closed the cap of the copier. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose bun on her head making the rosy blush on her cheeks, she always had when she thought about her neighbor, even more obvious, “He just felt bad that I was locked out of my apartment. Nothing happened, we just talked.”

“Uh-huh,” you smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, “Talked about what?”

“Well, if you must know, we chatted about our professions and apparently, he’s a doctor—,”

“Ohh, what kind of doctor?” you asked but before she could answer a loud cry made you both turn around.

A girl, one of your many co-workers you hadn’t had the time to get to know, ran the fastest she could in her heels down the long hallway. Not only was tears streaming down her face as she tightly held her blouse together but her hair and makeup were ruined.

You and Mina quickly exchanged looks, you clearly more surprised than what she was.

“What was—?”

Mina just sighed as she collected the newly copied documents for the next meeting. “Lee Howon-nim’s second secretary for the mouth,” she began explaining and you followed her suit as she started walking back toward the room where the meeting was gonna take place. “You know he’s that type of boss who hires young girls to use and then later fires them when he’s done with them.”

You furrowed your brows in disgust, not only was he an asshole but also a shameless pervert who abused his power for sexual pleasure in his workspace? You shuddered.

“And, God, I wonder if he also did that when he had a wife, wouldn’t surprise me,” Mina kept going as she handed you half of the stack of the papers to place out.

“How have you even managed to work for him for so long?” you asked and she just shrugged.

You two finished up getting the room ready but unexpectedly your phone rang. Normally, you would be surprised as not many people called you that often, only your parents or Taehyung, but as you had taught Jeongguk how to use your landline phone a few days ago you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the contact name.

“Hi, googie,” you greeted him with a little too sweet voice for Mina not to notice.

“Noona!” you heard on the other side of the line, “I miss you!”

“You just saw me this morning,” you laughed and bit your lip, clenching your thighs together as flashbacks from this morning filled your head. He whined at that, his tone revealing how much he hated when you teased him. “Plus, I told you not to call me until my lunch break.”

“I’m s-sorry, but my reason for calling is important!” he exclaimed, “You forgot your lunchbox at home!”

That had actually happened before but then you would go down to the mall and buy something but now when Jeongguk officially was okay with going outside in public places and you missed him— you had an idea.

“Oh, did I?” you mumbled and scratched the back of your head as a small smile was tugging on the corner of your mouth, “Then maybe you could come here and eat with me and bring my lunch with you?”

“Can I, really?” he asked and you could almost hear how much he was smiling into the phone. You hummed as a reply making him giggle excitingly, “Okay, noona! I’ll be there in about an hour, bye!”

You snorted, amused, as you hung up and put your phone away. Those butterflies in your stomach were back as you shyly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear trying real hard to get into working mode again. But the sound of Mina clearing her throat made you look up.

“Googie?” Mina repeated the sappy nickname, forcing your already flushed cheeks to grow even hotter, “What did he want?”

“He said that he’ll just bring my lunch box here, apparently I forgot it.”

Mina smiled, “You know, you and your boyfriend are really cute.”

“Thanks,” you said in a small voice, and this time you didn't have to feel bad about her words, Because this time it was kinda true.

Jeongguk was thrilled as he neared the building where you worked. He didn’t really have time the last time he was here to admire how wide the etrence was or how clean the big glass windows in the lobby were. But the one thing he remembered and still did; was that damn dog.

The same freaking dog that scared the living out of him the first day he turned human. The dog was sitting outside with a leash attached to a pillar, showing off the brand new spike collar around its neck. But surprisingly, Jeongguk didn’t run away when the wolflike creature sneered and growled at the people walking by. The dog now loudly barking, reminding him of pictures of excruciating pain in his back and blood, so much blood and cold, freezing cold- making him shiver. No, he shook his head, he wasn’t a small bunny anymore but a man.

With his head high, Jeongguk strolled past the aggressive dog and headed for the elevator with your lunch in his bag. He was smiling so big and when someone else also entered the elevator and met his eyes they probably thought he was crazy. Which was true. He was a maniac for you, only having fond memories of you and your beauty.

As the elevator door dinged he walked out, the warmness inside of him only expanded as he laid his eyes on your form. You were typing something on your computer, with that adorable scowl between your brows, as you focused on whatever task you were dealing with and like you were expecting him you looked up and found his gaze on you. Just as he was about to wave, a familiar stone faced man dressed in a suit walked past him making Jeongguk freeze up.

Even though it was just for a few seconds, Jeongguk had seen enough to recognize the guy’s face— he could point out that face in a dark room and still know who that was. Like a shower of cold water hit him, Jeongguk turned around on the spot, lips formed into a straight line as he stared at the back of the man’s head as he headed for the elevator.

Scenes of his worst nightmares flashed before his eyes, it was him as a rabbit— living a peaceful life but that man hurt the only one that gave Jeongguk food and eventually made that kind soul flee, leaving Jeongguk alone with that monster. He was the same man who let his beast to dog use a bunny as a toy and just laugh at it. The man who was now smirking as he talks with someone over the phone, his big nose and small crooked eyes the same as the day Jeongguk last saw him.

His last owner.

On the other side of the room, you had noticed Jeongguk’s obvious distraction and before you could reach him, he started running as the door to the elevators closed . Running toward the staircase and without any hesitation you dropped whatever you were doing and followed him.

“Jeongguk!” you yelled as you bolted down the many steps of the stairs. “Wait! Where you going?!”

But he didn’t answer because his focus was only directed on reaching the ground level where he knew the elevator with the man would stop. So he ran, his longer legs carrying him quicker down than yours as you tried to keep up.

Eventually, after a lot of rushing and sweat, you both reached the lobby— Jeongguk a few meters in front of you as he kept running to catch up with Lee Howon, all the way to the parking lot.

“Jeongguk, wait!” you called with your breath uneven, “What are you—,”

Jeongguk barely turned around, eyes black with termination as he still stared at the man who was not leaning against his expensive car, “That man. Who’s he?”

“Lee Howon-nim? He’s my boss, why—,” you began but he didn’t stay to hear the rest as he began running again. And you couldn’t do anything but watch while he grabbed your boss by the collar and smashed his clenched fist the hardest he could in Lee Howon’s face.

Oh, fuck, how would this end?

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planets-and-prose · 4 years

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Week Two: Act Two - Conflict

Thanks to @thewriteblrarchives for this awesome game!

Show: (Post excerpts from your wip with the following words)

(Have some of the excerpts that I like best, bolded are all the words in my manuscript!)

A scribble later, Seri signed it and pressed her hands to her sister's body. Though no one had told her how to use magic, though she had no experience, the healing came nearly as naturally as breathing. She pictured the wounds sealing themselves up, and very slowly, Seri saw silver magic weave itself over her sister's body. It curled around the wounds like stitches, brought the flesh together, and then disappeared. The arrows that still remained in Vandita's body clattered to the cobblestone road. Seri's heart raced, her head swam, but her hands were warm with power as the silver magic danced from her fingertips. For once in her life, for a single time since her marriage, since her impending departure, she felt as if she had full, intoxicating control.

Don’t

Hikari threw their arm around Codell, and Codell made a face. However, after a moment, Hikari took mercy and moved a bit away from Codell, so that Codell could see their signs.

“You enjoy my company, and you know it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re just the only idiot in this area that can sign.”

“Codell, you wound me,” Hikari chuckled. “Many envy that you alone have the pleasure of my regular company.”

“Which is only because I’m the only one who doesn’t have any interest in having sex with you.” Hikari snorted.

“You aren’t wrong. Quite frankly, I’m surprised that you haven’t fallen victim to my wiles yet.” Codell snorted into his water.

“I’m surprised that you still think you have ‘wiles’.”

Yes

"Princess Seri, is it?" The man's grin widened as he looked Seri over with his mismatched eyes, one dark brown and one a milky white that seemed to stare into something that Seri would never be able to comprehend. He looked at her like a wolf surveying a wounded rabbit, but as the warmth of Vandita's blood spread over her hands, Seri knew she didn't have the time to be afraid.

"Yes, it's me," she murmured, opting for honesty. "I... I need..."

"Your sister, yes, she doesn't seem to be in the best of condition. I don't have any healing skills myself, I'm but a simple contractor. However...I can provide you with the skills you need. You'll retain them your whole life." He opened his leather bag and pulled out a long scroll. Despite the way it had been stored, it unfurled as if presenting itself to Seri.

Good

Even as Niko looked at Rose, he could see a certain light in her brown eyes, a yearning for something that she couldn't touch. Even as she looked out the window and down Sirisea's main road, to the seemingly endless expanse of forest, she looked poised to leap out. The forest was her home, and she'd get to return, at least for a time. And Niko was excited to accompany her. He'd be among the plants, the things he was most connected to, and Rose would be in her element.

This would be good. It would have to be.

Try

"Can I help?" Amber settled on. It seemed like a harmless question. Gil shook his head and sat next to Amber, wrapping his arms around her. Immediately, Amber tensed, but forced herself to relax. She very tentatively wrapped her arms around her brother, not even letting them rest on him. Controlling her strength was difficult to say the least, and every day, she was afraid that a single touch would hurt Gil. She'd broken glasses in her hands, crushed quills that she'd intended to simply write with. She'd even set a drink down on a desk and ended up cracking the desk and shattering the cup. Thinking about trying to give Gil a gentle hug and snapping his spine... No, no, we don't think about that. It's going to be alright.

Feel

Being amongst the trees was a Heaven that Rose had never imagined could feel this good.

The gentle scent of pines and the sight of trees gently caressing the clouds, combined with the gentle crunching of fallen needles and pine cones as she walked, was nothing short of bliss. It brought her to the calmest points in her life, running as a wolf through the brambles and forest and relaxing among the animals. Animals seemed so much less complex than humans, less judgmental, more easily befriended. Though she couldn’t understand what they said, if they said anything in a language as she knew language, she understood the sentiment.

Heart

“Okay. Let me know if you’re gonna fall over or some shit. You don’t look like you weigh anything, I’ll carry you if I’ve gotta.” I’ll carry you. The phrase threatened to make Rose melt into goo, thinking of feeling Amber’s muscles as she lifted her up, feeling Amber’s heartbeat between her breasts…

“No! I mean! I’m alright, thank you!” Rose squeaked out, wincing at how audibly her voice cracked. Though he didn’t say anything, she could feel Niko giving her a Look, judging her silently for being such a disaster. And she didn’t even have information about anyone he was pining over as collateral. Damn.

Tell:

1. Have you had any Eureka moments?

Yep! but I can’t really say much about them because Big Spoilers lol ;>

2. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is what you have in store for your characters? Have they already experienced some of it? How are they feeling?

Oh god, depends on the character? But the average is probably a solid 7? They have definitely already gotten a little of it but there is a big storm coming and they know it.

3. If you could ask your characters what they were looking forward to, or what they thought of their situation, what would they say?

Oh god they’d probably be very annoyed with me for putting them through what they already had, but there would be a general sense of mixed excitement and dread.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Dragometry Circa 1979 ~ Hobnob

AN: Ive been doing very successful things in 6th form and I’m a very successful student. As such i dropped english lit and took art instead. my passion for writing left me, but came back when i was looking at my dog sleep. He looked soft and i thought if he can do it, so can i. My friend mentioned in art how she ate a shroom once, and she forgot who she was for a bit and had a panic attack. I thought that sounded wicked and I wanted to embody that in this fic. Thanks Sarah

~Hobnob

Chi Chi dipped her hands in her pockets and turned them inside out. Alas, there was no cash to be found. Only some dead flies and a used condom.

Just her luck. She had no way of paying the rent and it was due in tomorrow! She continued to walk down the streets of Camden disappointedly.

Just then her train of thought was broken by the local newsboy.

“Extra extra! Read all about it! Daily mail halfa shilling!” Little Bendela yelled in his school uniform.

Chi Chi approached him but in a non predatory way because she didn’t mess around with little kids like that.

“What’s in the news today little boy?” She asked, spitting on the floor.

“Im 26 ma'am” He answered in a cockney tone, his little red cheeks growing hot with rage.

“You’ll use no such tone with me boy!” Chi Chi said slapping the twat. “I’ll have a paper please.”

Little boy Bendelacreme sobbed and handed over the paper. Chi Chi opened it up and could barely believe what she was seeing.

“Blimey! A battle of the bands today with a cash prize of 100,000 quid!!” She exclaimed dropping into a perfect split in joy.

“Oo aye right you are mista! Down at the old theatre where all those donkeys were found!” Bendela added.

An idea formed in Chi Chi’s mind. The amount of rent she had to pay happened to be exactly 100,000 pounds conveniently enough.

“You know what? I’m going to enter!”

Ben began bursting into laughter as his little round face lit up with glee. “Oho thats a gaff if i ever did hear one! Everyone knows ur tone deaf miss Devayne, ever since you exploded that donkey.” He chuckled, wiping away a salty tear.

“Shut the fuck up.” Chi Chi said, slapping the cunt again to put him in his place. “You’ll speak when told to boy.”

“Even if you wanted to enta miss Devayne, yous need three or more band members. You know, like the Beatles and such.” Ben said whilst on the floor in agony clasping his face.

“Three or more members hm?” She said, scratching her stubble. “Fancy joining my band?”

“No can do, i gots to sell all these papers or my mum won’t let me in the house. Good luck miss.” He responded, already halfway down the street in fear of getting another beating. Silly silly little boy.

“UR MUMS A FILTHY SKETT GET BACK HERE.” Chi Chi shouted at him as he ran. It was no use. He was gone faster than Lance Armstrong on steroids.

Even Bendelacreme being a little batty crease couldn’t dampen her mood at this point. She was ready to win that battle of the bands with a total bop of a song.

She would create the next Oasis, the next Blur, the next Smashmouth.

But first she needed bandmates…

Just then she spotted Britney Spears vouging down the street looking like a complete plebb. It was better than nothing.

“Oi Britney! Yeah get over here!”

“My names Derrick” the blonde said, making her way over.

“Want to be in my band?”

“Lol Sure”

Disgusting. She was perfect. She wasn’t visibly on any heroin, and had shopping bags from tesco, so she wasn’t on benefits either.

“Sick, you’re going to play synth.”

“Like fuck i am.” Derrick said, embroiled with rage. “I was classically trained on the guitar.”

Chi Chi raised her mighty hand in slapping formation to Derrick. She needed to be taught some manners.

“YOULL PLAY syNTH WANKSTAIN.”

Derrick nodded before snatching the paper for herself. There it was. Right next to the article about the Piers Morgan donkey scandal. In big bold comic sans spelt ‘Battle of the bands.’

“Fat chance of us entering with two members.” Derrick roared.

“I’m working on it ffs get off my back.” Chi Chi screamed.

Just then she felt her tummy rumble. It was a deep and low rumble, akin to that of a barking dog, or even perhaps even a bin lorry driving by in the early hours of the morning.

Yes, Chi cHi was hungry. But she didn’t have any money. She spent her last paycheck on a lotto ticket.

“Let’s discuss this over a hearty Nando’s shall we?” she said, slapping Derrick on her manly toned back. “You’re paying.”

Derrick threw the paper to the floor. “I can’t pay. I spent all my money on Xanax and Tesco’s. All i got is a quid.”

She was right. A quid isn’t Nando’s money. Its Pick and Mix money at best. She’d just have to think of something fast.

“Lets beg like in oliver twist.” Chi Chi suggested. Derrick seemed to agree, but maybe that was because she threatened to beat her up earlier.

Just then Chi Chi set her eyes on someone walking down the street. Quick as a monkeynut with a jackhammer she made her way over to the individual and held out her hands.

“Please sir, can i ave’ some more?” Chi Chi said sadly, some eye infection goo coming out of her eyes instead of tears.

The individual looked confused for a moment, then got a ladle of porridge from her handbag and dropped it wetly into her hands.

“What the fuck it this. I didn’t want porridge did i, I wanted some money or something.”

“Oh sorry lol” the stranger offered taking back the porridge for later. “I don’t own any money at the moment. Teresa May and all.”

Chi Chi nodded agreeingly. “In that case do you want to join our band?”

The stranger nodded and sealed the deal with a wicked fistbump.

“My names Naysha Lopez. Synth extrordanair.”

“Your going to be on synth.”

“Well yes i just said-”

Chi Chi slapped her hard in the face in a fit of fury. Her word was law. She was the big dog.

“Aight we’re ready to rock. Let’s go back to my place.”

Derrick and Naysha nodded, getting into her 2003 Volkswagen that Chi Chi won in a game of chess.

The van was full of hippy shit. Fuckugly tie dye shirts, 42 vinyl albums of the Stone Roses, and a massive bong full of old weedwater.

“First we need to get our looks right.” Derrick suggested, taking out a large pair of scissors and hacking at her hair.

“And what we’re going to play.” Naysha added, beating out a mad eurobeat synth solo.

“Lads.” Chi Chi stopped them both, raising her hands. “Its not about how you look or sound.” She said sincerely, patting Derrick on the shoulder. “It’s about how much acid you take.”

She took out a small plastic bag with three tabs of acid, passing them out. They each popped the paper on their tongues and felt it dissolve.

“Alright now we’ve done that we should really figure out what we’re going to play.” Naysha said, picking the synth back up.

“How about we theme the song around the hardships of love.” Derrick said, sitting on a beanbag surrounded by her own hair.

“We-lets…lets wait like…half an hour. you’ll have better ideas.” Chi Chi added, taking a massive rip out of the dirty bong.

Half an hour later after hotboxing the camper van Chi Chi looked at her Casio sports watch.

“Oh dude the battle of the bands is in half an hour.”

“Shiit” Derrick said, her jaw hanging slack. “So what about if we came out on the stage in-in like picture this. We come out in geometrical shape costumes.”

“Yeah like Dragometry.” Naysha added, unable to move her head.

“Oh yeah meta..” Derrick nodded, writing it down, except the pen she was using was a cheese string and there was no paper.

“I have some old Capri Sun multi pack boxes in the back, let’s go out completely naked covered in those.” Chi Chi said, snapping her fingers.

Everyone clapped for the sheer excellence of that very notion. Around ten minutes later they were all naked and covered in Capri Sun boxes.

“Oh man.” Derrick said poking Nayshas body that was now unconscious on the floor. “Nayshas passed out and the battle of the bands is in like 20 minutes.”

“Yeah just like…” Chi Chi rubbed her finger over Derricks mouth in a shushing motion. “Just like i saw in um…nature shows, you pour water in their mouths and they’re fine…so…”

Derrick nodded taking a half empty Capri Sun and pouring it into Nayshas mouth. It began to bubble as Naysha hacked and coughed it out.

“Aaah there she is. Party animal.” Chi Chi laughed. “Alright let’s write a song.”

“I was thinking, we sing about the shapes we are, and sing about societal struggles and riots in london and an unfair corrupt justice system.” Naysha said swallowing the gargled Capri Sun and getting off the floor.

“I’m liking the first bit, like shapes and shit.” Chi Chi said, igniting the engine of the car and speeding away. “Were probably ready i think lets go perform.”

“You just hit a little boy selling papers back there.”

“Nah dude ur tripping.” Chin Chin said turning on the windshield whispers to get the blood off.

When they finally arrived after driving down the A38 the battle of the bands was underway. The entrance was bustling with people eager to see the peformances.

As the trio made their way through the crowd they got some funny looks, but maybe because they were wearing cardboard boxes and were sticky from Capri Sun juice.

Once they got to the bouncer he stopped them from getting through with a grunt.

“Oi leds, restricted area, bands only.” He said in a thick nothern tone.

“Oh? Haven’t you heard?” Chi Chi spoke confidently, her eyes facing different directions due to all the acid. “We’re the new band on the block!”

The bouncer simply shook his head.

“Oive never seen yous before. Whatre you’re names?”

They all pondered for a second before Naysha snapped her fingers.

“We’re Dragometry, the geometric power trio unsatisfied with social injustice.” She said proudly burping halfway through her sentence.

The bouncer looked stunned for a moment before nodding. “Meta…” he said letting them all through.

When they got inside they could scope out the competition. It seems the entirety of Camdens music scene had gathered to win that 100,000 quid.

As they made their way inwards they were stopped by a group of angry looking new yorkers.

“Oh looky here lads, what do we gots.” One of them said, cracking their knuckles.

“Looks likea buncha whimps to me!” Another one said snickering.

Naysha burst out in tears. Chi Chi had to do something for the credibility of her band!

“We’re only the greatest musicians since Cher Loyd.” She retorted with her quick drug induced whit. “Who are you?”

The three new Yorkers struck a dynamic pose and exclaimed in unison.

“We are Street Meats! Betty, Bob and Thorgy!!!”

“Gay.” Derrick said, picking some broccoli out of her teeth.

“Alright well, later lads.” Chi Chi said, pushing past the entitled fuckers. Bloody Americans.

“Not so fast!!” Bob said, grabbing her by the shoulders. “This is our turf, see? And we don’t take too kindly to people trying to get our 100,00 dollars!”

“Fuck i left the engine on.” Chi Chi said, turning to Naysha.

“We have a little bet to propose.” Thorgy said, taking out a hostage from her guitar case. “Win and we’ll leave forever. Loose…and we’ll kill this hostage.”

Derrick poked the hostage in the belly and scratched her stubble in consideration.

“Mmmmmm” She said, thinking hard. “…N-…..n…..hmmmmm. No.”

“Oh?” Acid betty said chuckling manically. “Did we forget to mention the hostage happens to be…THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND?”

“SHIIIT” Chi Chi bawled, sobbing into her hands.

“C-challenge accepted.” Naysha said, her eyes beginning to well up. “Don’t worry your majesty…we’ll get you out of this…” she said holding the queens wrinkled hands.

“Oi thanks lads.” The queen responded. Adjusting the crown on her head.

Just like that Thorgy stuffed her back in his guitar case and threw it into the coat room.

“Good luck ladies.” Bob chuckled, fist bumping Acid Betty as they walked away.

Things had just gotten serious. Now the common wealth was in their hands. Chi Chi felt sick.

“What are we going to do?” Derrick cried. His hands were shaking.

She took a deep breath and stood up straight, adjusting her cardboard box.

“I’ll tell you exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to win this fucking battle of the bands, and then we’re going to be knighted by the queen of England, thats what we’re going to do.” Chi Chi said in a confident voice.

With newfound confidence the trio patted each-other on their naked sweaty backs. The first band had just begun to play. Les Chicken Wings they called themselves.

They were pretty sick ngl. A bit like The Clash but with cross dressers.

“BUY OUR VYNIL IN THE BACK.” The lead vocalist screamed once the band finished up. Chi Chi turned around and there stood Little boy Bendelacreme selling vinyls!

“Oh shit what happened to you.” She asked, grimacing at his horribly mangled body.

“I was left disfigured when you ran me over earlier. Would you like to buy a vinyl?” He said, holding out a disk in his bloodied hands.

Chi Chi flicked a shilling in his direction and took one.

“Lighten up miss Chi Chi! You look awful nervous.”

“I suppose you could say that.” She admitted, looking at the floor and shuffling her feet.

“Wotts wrong?”

“Well i managed to get a band together but instead of practicing we went back to my van and took acid so now we’re wearing cardboard boxes and we don’t have a song to perform, and if we fuck up the queen of England dies.”

“Hmmm, i think i saw this on an episode of friends once!” Ben said cheerily, his broken bones making a crunching noise as he smiled. “Joey told Chandler to believe in himself, and everything turned out aight.”

Chi Chi nodded. “Yeah.” She said under her breath.

She just needed to believe in herself. She had the music in her. If she didn’t give up she’d win the battle of the bands for sure.

“Thats right Chi Chi, believe in yourself.” A mystery voice said. She looked up.

Bloody hell! It was the Beatles! Here to perform for the whole of Camden!

“John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, What are you doing here?” She said excitedly.

“We’re here to tell you to never give up.” John said in a liverpoolian accent.

“Yeah, you can do it.” Ringo said, smiling.

“Thanks the Beatles! I won’t let you down!”

“Yeah, its like we say in Yellow Submarine, “Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah, roma, roma, ma. Gaga, ooh, la, la… want your bad romance.” Paul added, patting Chi Chi on the shoulder.

“Now go out there and sing! Sing like the commonwealth depends on it!” George said inspiringly.

Chi Chi was ready. She heard somebody call them to the stage. Grabbing her synth she felt her fingers trembling.

Showtime.

She looked at her bandmates.

Derrick was holding the synth upside down.

Nayshas costume had fallen off do she was completely naked.

They were ready.

They each played the opening chords and leaned into the microphones.

“We are the girls of Dragometry. All shapes and sizes are what we bring” Each of them sang in harmony, feeling the rhythm and LSD run through their veins.

“Rectangle girls of the world” they yelled, feeling their metaphorical oats.

“Around every girl, in a circle I run You can be square, hon, but don’t be a nun” Naysha said into the mic, shining like the star she was.

“We just wanna celebrate. No matter the size, no matter the shape!”

The rest of the performance went pretty stellar in Chi Chis opinion. She came up with a particularly good line about being a bumblebee, and Derrick was bopping out like it was nobodies business.

The performance concluded.

Silence filled the room.

There was a moments pause as the audience was stunned. It was as if the spirit of Freddy Mercury had possessed them all on stage and caused them to create the single most amazing tune in the world.

“You guys suck wang!!” A member of the audience shouted, as the crowd began to boo.

What?

The booing continued. How could that be? They created a total bop!

“Hey look! Their music killed John Lennon!” Another audience member yelled.

Chi Chi looked over to a very dead John foaming at the mouth twitching on the floor.

“They killed a member of the Beatles. Kill them! Blood for blood!!!” The crowd yelled, throwing empty bottles at Kopparberg at the trio.

They dodged the bottles and swiftly ran backstage and sighed together.

“I don’t get it. I thought that went well.” Chi Chi said sadly, throwing her cardboard box to the ground in defeat.

“I thought my stepford wife line was sick.” Derrick said sadly.

“I did too! And that circle thing Naysha said was totally tubular.” Chi Chi agreed.

They all sat down on the floor waiting for their inevitable demise. The audience would find a way backstage and shank them all to death for sure. Plus the Queen of England was probably going to die, and they lost the bet against Street Meats.

Soon enough they all heard banging on the door and angry yells. This was the end.

“It was good doing acid with the two of you.” Chi Chi said, holding both their hands.

“Yeah, thanks for seeing past the fact i look like Britney spears.” Derrick replied, squeezing her hand.

“And thanks for saving me earlier when i was passed out.” Naysha smiled sadly, still fully naked.

They all sat together and accepted their fate.

Just before they were mobbed by angry fans, a woman appeared in front of them.

Jesus! It was Debby Harry!

“Hey buckos” she said lighting a ciggy.

“Blondie? What are you doing here?” Chi Chi gasped, standing up in shock.

“I’m here to tell you to never give up fuckheads. That performance out there was absolutely shocking, but you still have a chance at saving the Queen.”

They all looked at their feet sadly.

“It’s no use world famous singer Debby Harry, if we go out there, we’ll be killed.” Naysha cried, wiping away some eye infection goo.

Debby slapped her hard in the face.

“You know. I used to go out on stage off my tits on LSD, stumbling around, saying nonsense about bumblebees. But i never gave up. Soon i moved on to singing about hearts of glass and it was lit. Everybody loved it.” Debby said with wisdom and a knowing look.

“Get out there and give them an encore they’ll never bloody forget!!”

Filled with newfound confidence the trio cheered and high fived. Blondie had given them the courage to go back out there.

They got back on stage and Chi Chi grabbed a mic.

“There they are!!” An angry hipster yelled.

“Kill them!” Another roared.

“Wait wait.” Chi Chi hushed them, raising her hands. “You see those people over there?” She continued, pointing over to Street Meats who were leaning against the wall eating mini sausage rolls.

“They have the Queen of England in their guitar case!!” Naysha said as Street Meats started to look panicked. “They said they would kill her if we didn’t win!”

The crowds attention turned from Dragometry to Bob Acid and Thorgy. They circled the guitar case slowly.

“Look- we can explain.” Bob began, backing away.

But it was too late. They unzipped the case and the Queen fell out. She got up and looked around.

“Wait a minute…” an audience member said, leaning in to examine her face. “This isn’t the Queen!!!”

Muttering and mumbles erupted in the room as somebody moved forward and pulled off the queens wig and crown.

“Jesus christ!! It’s Bono!!”

Bono escaped through the door like a startled deer into the woods. Fuck.

“Nobody cares about Bono. GET DRAGOMETRY!!”

Another bottle was thrown at Chi Chi, then another. The last thing she remembered was Paul McCartney hitting her directly in the forehead with a bottle of Carling.

Then complete blackness.

A few hours pass.

She feels comfort under her heavy body.

And a sharp pain in her forehead.

As Chi Chi opens her eyes she’s greeted to Little boy Bendelacreme in a well lit room with white walls.

“Ben??” She says weakly. “Where am i?”

“Ayup miss Devayne! Your in hospital. Bottle got you in the head i say. Right in the noggin.”

Chi Chi was confused. She turned her head and saw the three remaining Beatles standing over her bed looking apologetic.

“Yeah, sorry Chi Chi, we shouldn’t of lashed out like that.” Ringo said, his massive nose drooping with sadness.

“But i killed John.” Chi Chi said sadly.

“Nah, it was a drug overdose. Nothing to do with you at all!”

They all laughed together in unison. What a funny coincidence!

But Chi Chi couldn’t hear the laugh of her two best friends, Derrick and Naysha. She frowned again, rubbing her forehead. She feared the worst

“Where are my bandmates?” She asked, almost scared to get a response.

Bendelacreme took of his hat and held it to his chest, looking down to the floor.

“No idea I’m afraid.” George admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe they…managed to escape.”

Chi Chi liked that idea…but no. Her friends were gone. Probably trampled to death. She felt a great gap in her heart where her two best friends in the world used to be.

But for now, she was just grateful to be alive in a warm hospital bed, knowing that the Queen of England was completely safe.

She remembered what Naysha said at the end of their number.

Thank you, thank you.

Be different.

love yourself.

Love yourself.

#hobnob #chi chi devayne #naysha lopez #derrick barry #bob the drag queen #thorgy thor #acid betty #bendelacreme #rpdr fanfiction #submission #crack fic #s8

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