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cerealandchoccymilk · 11 months

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Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #03

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More Trigun annotations! I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being so so gay about the characters. of course)

As always, here are the non-analysis panels of my dear babygirl (+ memes)...

And the rest is under the cut. i am living in ur brain now <3

[link for if the images aren’t in horizontal rows]

Starting off with the chapter cover of our handsome boy, this is the first time we see him with his glasses! I've seen someone on Twitter make a guide on Vash's different glasses designs over the manga (sadly it either cost money or was only distributed at a con and I don't have it...), so I'll try to pay attention to that during this readthrough.

As I've mentioned in the previous chapter, his antennae used to stand straight up, but they're bent now! They pop back up once in a while but from here on, the default is bent.

I love how gently he sets the girl down, and also the way everyone waits in awkward silence (and confusion) for Vash to move the rubble.

I think this part works excellently as-is, but notes on the nuances of what Nebraska originally said (this was ridiculously hard and the translation is very rough):

①「絶対どこかで不都合を並べた奴を消して来てるのさ」 ②「なぜなら」 ③「現におまえは消される側にまわってねえ……！！」 ↓ ① There has to have been a time when you "eliminated" ("erased"/killed) someone that got in your way (/someone unfortunate enough to [be there]...etc). ② Because... ③ In reality, you haven't taken on the role ("side") of being eliminated...!!

This part's very hard... He's talking about something similar to offense/defense. In this case, it's that because Vash has been avoiding conflict/being in direct danger entirely, Nebraska is saying that Vash must have killed, directly or indirectly, someone who got in the way of Vash's fleeing. I think.

I'm not sure why, but the way this was phrased stuck out to me.

Also, Gofsef's fist had an extra knuckle for one panel.

A translation error - it should be something like "He shot every bullet into the same precise spot... And shifted its trajectory!?"

Vash says "JACKPOT!" in English here, in the Japanese version. also hes soooo handsomeeeeee look at him omgggg kicking my legs back n forth blushing giggling i need to be tranquilized.

Nebraska's straight-up being crushed into pieces here. goddamn.

Not sure if it was removed in one of the reprints or in Overhaul's cleanup process, but in my Japanese copy, there was a "thump" onomatopoea of the guy backing into a wall.

Milly and Meryl are the best comedy duo in the world... They're perfect... The tiny speech bubble actually says something like "They're goofing all over the place..." The word ボケ (boke) is the funny man in a manzai comedy duo (as opposed to the straight man), and/or the jokes that the person in that role makes.

YIPPEE!! (In Japanese, it's one continuous exclamation ↑ like so. Also, there are tiny music notes around the handwritten text in the wahoo speech bubble.)

Vash runs out of breath after celebrating (cleaned up in Overhaul). God he's so silly...

A small error - I would phrase Meryl's line as "[Now, now,] Don't get too ahead of yourself."

I love how in Japanese, Meryl calls Vash "a very dangerous person with chronic troublemaker disease (慢性トラブル症)." I'm saying this from now on.

She also sarcastically says that she's grateful of the stars' alignment that they were able to meet, while gorilla gripping Vash's hand.

Also, I never noticed how fucked up Nebraska's body was!? Maybe the memories just got rewritten by Stampede. but goddamn. gun for legs...giant mechanical hands...

Vash making a Kirby Ꙩ.Ꙩ face my beloved. just a little guy!! with some badass girls!!! The last line is 「…はい？」 which is like what??/huh??/alright?? etc. はい is a very versatile word ☝ lol

That's it for Chapter #03! As always, the Japanese annotations will be in the reblogs. I'll remember to write the post about Meryl's speech patterns sometime soon.

#getting faster at making these posts 👀#trigunbookclub #trigun annotation #trigun #trigun manga

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trulytiredhermit · 11 months

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Your Reader AU has my brain going brrr...though im mostly focused on the crack-ish ones.

This gave me an idea (maybe for a fanfic ill wrote muuuuuch later!) like what if Reader is aware of the Links trying to court them and the second they realize that the Chain likes them romantically, they immediately go cold. What if Reader has a long, long history of bad experience with romance and they're just tired and deadeyed. And when they start noticing the Links going yandere, they just laugh, saying "oh look, something new this time!"

the chain try their best but they're just constantly confirming Reader's worst fears.

*Aw thank you!! And yes the crack-ish ones are the funniest, I love crack AUs lol.

But OOOOF

Hitting 'em where it hurts!

I just KNOW the Chain would take this hard! Because they would have needed to become close to Reader, spent precious time with them and perhaps even shared personal thoughts and fears over their time together.

And then Reader all of a sudden is giving them the cold shoulder and completely shuts down their advances?

Angst town my friend, angst town.

Like Reader just constantly friendzoning them and hoping they get the hint, or dropping off facts about how they have a few bad experiences with past lovers and hoping that gets the hint across.

What it actually does is make the Chain start a hate list with those exes on it in which they may or may not take action upon them.*

But I also think the Chain just wouldn't get it, like they would misread all of Reader's hints that they aren't interested as something else. Their minds just couldn't accept the fact that Reader couldn't be theirs.

Also tag me if you end up writing that fanfic!! I'd love to read it sometime, but no pressure!*

You thought they had finally gotten the hint.

Wild laughed merrily as he recounted a funny story about the time he had tricked a man out of his sand and snow boots, shoving another bowl of warm soup into your still warm hands from just finishing your first bowl.

You passed it back saying you were full already.

Thought they finally decided to back off and leave your friendships the way it was, as just friends.

Time paired you up with him again, giving a curt response about how the inn was short on rooms, sometimes it was that the group just needed to save rupees, and people needed to group up.

You told him you'd just room with Wind then since the young teen wanted to hear another story about your own teenage years full of youthful fun and mischief.

But no.

Sky and Four presented you with an earring they had made together: it was a metallic earing with a red feather hung off the end, crafted just so that the feather was long enough to lightly tickle you cheek and sometimes your neck from time to time.

You haven't worn it once.

They hadn't taken the hint. They've ignored the warning signs. Practically driven over them with a stampeding horse, or a Hinox.

Twilight wrapped his wolf pelt around your form for the tenth time today, reminding you of how cold it was and how he didn't want for you to get sick.

You shrugged it to Wind, reminding Twilight you were fine just like the other nine times he had tried giving you his pelt before.

Just what more did you have to do, what more signals did you need to give them for them to get the hint?!

Hyrule had been hovering over you like a frantic cucco all afternoon, constantly offering to heal you and making sure you were okay after your little trip from a branch on the dirt road.

Once again you showed him the small scratch you had gotten, the one that was already scabbing over, telling him that you were fine, and he should save his energy for an injury that mattered.

You didn't want to sit them all down, outright tell them that you knew what they were all doing and how you wanted it to just stop. So you gave little hints here and there about past relationships that ended not so nicely, about how you were a little wary of dating again.

Wars shooed away a stranger that couldn't get the hint you weren't interested in his advances, wrapping his strong arm around your waist and glaring at the poor sap.

Though your thanks died upon your tongue when the war hero kept his arm there even after the man had left only letting go after you had pried yourself away from his side.

But did they get the fact that you weren't interested with them either? No.

Legend scolded you again, demanding you hand over your favorite shirt that had been slightly damaged by a stray arrow from a bokoblin during a skirmish, so he could fix it up.

Begrudgingly you handed it over, also wanting it to be fixed since it was always so comfy to wear. But you kept an eye on Legend's progress with it and swooped the shirt up with a curt thankyou as soon as he was done with it.

You wouldn't fall for his lies about how he had messed up a stitch or that he wasn't done with the article of clothing like he had done the many other times before.

You knew they were heroes and that maybe they had gotten so used to fixing things or that they just had the sheer will to preserve through all of your shutdowns and mis-directions since they were apparently the bearers of the triforce of courage, but it was getting ridiculous now.

Perhaps you needed to have a straight talk with them, needed to tell them that you weren't interested and that you wanted to just remain friends with them.

After all it's not like you could just up and leave them, as if they would ever allow it. Hyrule, no matter which one you traveled across, was dangerous and you didn't exactly have the survival expertise to even make it a day on your own.

So you just had to deal with the group's antics with the slim hope that they would cool it down after you had a talk with them.

#trulytiredhermit #linked universe #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #neutralvoiceartist #this was fun to write!! I just had to make a little thing to go with it because it made my brain conjure up a ton of situations lol

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saltlog · 7 months

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Sorry man I'm hugely obsessed with your au, is it based on anything prior? Or is it original? Is it like how Eva pilots in neon genesis evangelion have a more intimate connection with their riders?

OH GOD AlSO does a July incident happen? Like I saw notes for a 'distress' mode. Was this the mode that in this hypothetical situation caused a whole city to go boom?!?

Does Wolfwood become one with the plane later in the story?! DOES VASH RIDE THAT Plane??? And talks to absorb Wolfwood ai?!??

Again sorry for so many questions I'm so so intrigued. Oh also you said you had a plane blog?!?

realizes 90% of this au is on my note channel and WRITTEN AS FIC in my drafts (helP. i think a lot and it means explaining becomes hard i. try!!!!!) long post so put a lot behind cut.. -> I based it on ace combat, however i have taken the scifi from the series and thrown stampede lore in it meaning it became- more scifi simply. it starts normal and gets progressively more weird. also the way the AI can consume the pilot/their mind is visually inspired by fafner!

-> the coffin cockpits in the au EOM planes without glass canopy- are from ace combat electrosphere, i threw extra AI horrors in it to make it more mecha vibe- the plant AI acting as pilot's eyes is of alien origin that thrives in a specific sort of Juice, that is capable of connecting human and machine (but normal human needs a drug [=angels, ALTITUDE JOKE] to handle it). -> Plants have no visible form otherwise except IF a human is connected to a plant plane they might see the plant, as the AI has direct nerve/brain connection to the pilot. mhmhm eye of michael pilots seeing angels. -> so the absorbing process is, bad- the pilot ceases to be, and the plant will become the plane's pilot. uh unfortunately the plants mean no harm by doing that, it's a defense mechanism to avoid annihilation and it has no idea consuming a human as "data" isn't saving them, but killing them... so no- if wolfwood's plane consumes him he's gone... with only ghost of his memory/skill remaining with the plant. -> feel like i need to explain that... vash and knives were literally born/grown in the alien juice as advanced form of testing and it resulted to them being?? partially plants in human form. they need no plant AI in their planes to use the full potential of the system. they became first and last successful experiment- as knives exploded the whole lab & they escaped with their planes. SO WHILE VASH CAN TAKE OVER/FLY WOLFWOOD'S EOM PLANE BECAUSE HE CAN CONNECT WITH ANY AI... let's hope he only has to do it to save wolfwood from being consumed... there's a reason knives calls plants their sisters in this AU too, and there was a failed experiment... that haunts all currently existing plant planes... -> so from that to THE DISTRESS MODE OH MM. yeah. since the twins are special and can connect with plants, they can also connect with each other... so that's clearly how knives caused some form of july in the AU. and he's the reason vash at all cost avoids trying to use his "full potential".

-> if you made it this far congrats my plane blog is @triggerstrikes

#※saltlog #-> au: echoes of typhoon #-> vash can perform the flying naked person mecha trope at wolfwood and it will be funny ok #-> prob more confusing than before but i'm so bad at this

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loreofmars · 1 year

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Trigun Stampede and these men have taken over my brain! Naturally, I had to write a soulmate AU.

Summary: When Vash lost his arm, he also lost his soulmark, a geranium, as well. After years of assuming it's gone forever, where should it appear but on Wolfwood himself? The problem? Vash has a concussion and Wolfwood doesn't know what a geranium is. Will Vash be able to make his feelings known?

Read it here!

The cover art was done by @oricami-art and I am still crying over it!

#vashwood #vash #vash tristamp #nicholas d. wolfwood #tristamp wolfwood #wolfwood x vash #vash the stampede #tristamp #ao3 fanfic #soulmate au

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plushbaecrafts · 1 year

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Trigun Stampede has completely taken over my brain! I can't get enough of the adorable official Vash plush they're releasing, so I decided to make a larger version for myself! Here's a sneak peek of him for WIP Wednesday.⁣

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I'm using the chibi pattern from monpattern because it matches the official plush so well while being a bit more detailed! I kind of winged the prosthetic arm because the listing pics for the plush are pretty blurry, but I think it turned out well. He just needs his shirt and cloak and the body will be finished. I can't wait to get to the head so I can embroider that cute face🥰⁣

#trigun stampede #vash fanart #plushies #plushbr #trigun #mtkp

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officialeggsuprise · 5 months

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Go to this post for the big general overview of my doctor who au:

Im gonna expand a little on the 2 roles that wolfwood is actually going to cover here. So woowoo is the Jack character here, from the future, dies, hey it can still be on a couch, and then is brought back but like forever, he becomes a fixed point. Vash has a lot going on and he leaves him and woowoo ends up on earth in just the absolute wrong time and is stuck there living and dying over and over again in a very Jack manner. But I also like the idea of him filling another role at the same time. Wolfwood is also the River of this au. He can still be taken by the eye of Michael as a kid and brainwashed for later to kill Vash after Nai see’s what exactly happens to woowoo in the future, I mean he can’t die and he’s one of Vash’s closest companions there’s no one better. Yes this also means that Vash and Woowoo will get married, not just like river and the doctor in doctor who but in a similar fashion. I will say this au is gunning for mashwood also so Meryl would be holding Vashs hand like “this is my boyfriend The Stampede and his husband wolfwood”

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robotlyra · 11 months

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I saw your post about how the characters in Trigun were basically reduced to tropeified versions of themselves in Trigun Stampede, and it just made me think of something that’s been rattling around in my brain since it first started airing; it seems as though with reworking different elements for TriStamp, almost every effort was taken to conform it to generic anime tropes as possible to make it more digestible to a modern anime audience, using whatever’s popular among the mainstream anime scene right now. Which is especially feasible since in its first run Trigun flopped in Japan but became a cult hit in the west.

The reduction of the Christian symbolism and the spaghetti western aesthetic to go for a much more sci-fi angle, the “generification” if you will, of the characters and their dynamics like making Vash a stock sad softboi protagonist, Wolfwood a typical edgy tsundere, Meryl the token cutesy uwu waifu whose main job is to look cute and fawn over the protagonist like a schoolgirl (despite being, what, 23? barf), Knives being a yandere obsessed with his brother, Elendira being turned into one of the worst anime tropes in existence, turning Rem into the classic dead mom trope, etc etc…

It all feels like it deliberately panders to whatever Studio Orange must feel like modern anime audiences are looking for, especially when it comes to the shipping side, with Vash and Wolfwood’s dynamic being reduced to a teenage Yaoi shippers bad fanfic(honestly, that scene where Vash makes goo-goo eyes at Wolfwood is a textbook yaoi fanfic scene), and whatever is going on with Vash and Knives. It’s no coincidence that the amount incest fanart of Vash and Knives has skyrocketed since TriStamp premiered.

To me it also speaks to a larger issue e in anime; homogeny. Many mainstream anime in the modern anime scene are becoming increasingly bland and samey while unique, nuanced stories are either being swept under the rug or becoming sleeper hits and relegated to the “underrated” category because they aaren’t as hyped up as more mainstream fare.

It ultimately makes me sad because Trigun and everything that makes it unique among anime combined with Orange’s animation could have made for something truly unique among the anime scene, but every effort was made to homogenise it and water it down to the point where it feels like just another sci-fi anime.

Yeah, Trigun Stampede very much feels like "We're going to remake this so it's a POPULAR anime" and the fact that large groups of people are so defensive of it kind of speaks to how successful it was at that task. Part of me doesn't want to be TOO antagonistic towards it, cuz after years of watching anime dancing non-comittally around "should we REALLY care about fangirls as an audience," every piece of media that DOES go hard in for "yeah we're going to give them exactly what they want" feels like a long-in-coming feast. But at the same time, even though I do enjoy shipping characters in Trigun, making them into flattened, tropey versions of themselves to do it feels way less enjoyable. The biggest tell for me was how many instances of fanart I saw comparing Tristamp Wolfwood's threats towards Vash to the scene in Princess Mononoke where San threatens Ashitaka but all he can do is call her beautiful. That a more nuanced Vashwood ship of differing philosophies but steadfast friendship turning into a romance just gets turned into a standard tsundere/taming of the shrew type pairing feels like something was lost in the quest for an easier, more popular shipping dynamic.

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shiftchi · 1 year

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I think it’s very interesting bc I’m on tumblr and twt for Tristamp content and god all the interpretations of this last episode are insane :)) bc like I’m not good at making connections like people have been so far idk why my brain is just like “wow these sure are 2 dots” instead of connecting them lol but like the leg prosthetic theory being possible is so cool like I said on twt I want it to be explicitly shown/said before I’m like “omg prosthetics!” And we better get an explanation abt them too bc like god but like his legs d o look wacky they d o look like prosthetics! And like I want it to be canon bc it would be so cool!! But also like I want it to be said so so so bad before I jump to conclusions. Also all the discussions of how vashs bodily autonomy is constantly taken away from him is just wow it’s so interesting and like Jesus it’s tough to watch and read abt as an afab person in a country where my bodily autonomy is not respected but it’s just very very interesting to see all the connections people make with that messaging and imagery but also last and not least, the audience interpretation of knives is very wacky bc I’m seeing two groups of people so far. One who interprets the “I finally have you back” moment as knives finally has a version of his brother that is like when they were younger and wouldn’t really fight back against him which means he’s trying to get vash back to use him and then the other group that interprets that along with the imagery of vash with his arm back to say that knives wanted an unharmed version of vash because he didn’t want him to experience any pain so like he was trying to get vash back because he loves and cares for him and like d a m n if those aren’t two very different interpretations but also d a m n if I say I see them both!! I see where both sides are coming from and honestly I think that it very well may be a combination of both!! Like god I love this show so much so so so so much also??? Wolfwood just up and leaving this ep?? Like I’ve seen people be like “he’s gonna come back” but at this rate I have no idea what’s going to happen at the end of this so like Adhfksjdhs g o d i love this show so much I’m very sad that next Saturday is the last stampede Saturday (at least for a while bc everyone’s pretty confident abt there being a s2 and it wouldn’t make sense to not have one at this rate) but yeah that’s it thank you for seeing my rambling if you did I’m just going a little bit insane over here 😎😎😎😎😎

#trigun stampede #tristamp #vash the stampede #vash my beloved #millions knives

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storysofaconfusedmind · 18 days

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Blood and Honor: The Princess's Guard (short story)

It was the high year of 1400 a clear day the sun proudly shone down upon the land. It was me and 20 men we were a specially chosen squad taken from the army to be the princess's personal guard and hand-picked by the king himself he promised to pay us 600 gold coins and 10 acres of land if we were to accompany her on a Diplomatic mission in an attempt to end a war that’s lasted for years, a war I've shed to much blood in and a war I've lost too many brothers in arms in. As we marched in a 2 line column the Princes rode in the middle I led the front. The sun beat down on us as the sound of 21 horses' hooves beat gently upon the ground. with soft snickering or snorting from the horses, while their ears flick away pesky flies and bugs. Sweat beaded my head and I zoned out lost in thought my numbness to this world taking over. When my eye suddenly caught a light glint not so far ahead. My mind was puzzled till it clicked wire tied to two opposing trees at throat level out I bellowed “WIRE!” as my men scattered and moved off the road but the princess not well versed in such manners rode ahead confused I yelled for her to stop and reached out but it was too late I watched as her neck made contact and the coper wire covered in jagged barbs snaped off the trees and rapidly coil around her throat severing her head from body in a spray of gore and viscera her face not changed her brain unable to process what has occurred my eyes followed her toppling head. Time seemed to slow as droplets trickled out from her neck and a steady spray soon replaced those droplets her hair flowed through the air as her head tumbled. Suddenly I was knocked back to reality as an arrow planted itself in my gambeson just barely stopped by the chainmail the force stinging my shoulder “Ambush!” I shouted desperately “Out shields!” “SHIELD WALL! Draw swords!” as the sound of dozens of arrows whistled out and through the air. To my perceived vision this entire chaos was minutes but in reality it was seconds the shouting, clanking of shields, drawing of swords, and the snap of wind wipe startled the horse with her body still resting slumped back blood covered her shoulders and chest feet still stuck in stirrup her whole body awkwardly shook on the crazed mount the saddle creaked desperately wanting to give out. Within a split second decision I sloppy mounted my horse in a hurry and rode after the stampeding mount. As my mount's speed matched that of the other horse I reached out and grasped the reins before pulling back hard in as straight a line as possible while yelling out “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa” trying to get it to stop while all i can hear was the whistling of flying arrows chunking into shields and dirt over toned by a loose ringing.

Not so long after it stopped it eventually calmed down. I looked back at the wall of shields porcupined by arrows and clumsily and exhaustedly slipped off my horse roughly hitting the ground the impact shook my legs and I felt it in my bones as my weight came to a stop. So used to this I pushed into a ditch and using a whistle I told my men to break the wall and come to me while the volleys of arrows are stopped. Within seconds the uniformly sound of 19 pairs of boots stomp the ground and the sound of 19 bodies slumping into the ditch. I scan ahead looking for the coiled bandits bold enough to ambush trained soldiers. It wasn't long before I caught a glint of arrowheads notched on bows. As I ascend out of the ditch I order my men into the shield wall and to push forward. We were barely halfway into completing the wall when the first volley of arrows rained down from the trees most were caught in our shields or stamped into the ground but one got lucky and struck one man in the shin who dropped bellowing and reaching for his leg. I ordered out “Someone break formation and bring them back to the ditch” I wasn't losing any more men. Forward we pushed taking volley after volley of arrows until we were barely 20 feet from their lines I ordered my men to charge and together we broke the wall and collided into their lines catching the archers mid-draw and acting too fast for the back rows of soldiers to be ready. Each and every one of them where killed and my men recovered I clicked the pieces those men we killed were of the Franks it was the enemy soldiers who ambushed us. We were told we had a pass to travel for diplomatic reasons but in reality, the enemy king just wanted to destabilize our throne. Weary and on guard me and my men marched back to peaceful lands and the princess's headless body lay over her horse covered by a blanket. I took the role of leading her horse and let my second man lead the front. We would get 700 gold and 15 acres of land for our action under threat. I would go on to be knighted and awarded with 100 gold coins solely for me; for my bravery as well as wrangling the princess's horse and bringing back her body. I don't why the King would do such things I failed him his heir died if anything I should join those dead for my failure to the King.

#short story

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hoe4hotchner · 3 years

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January Gloom

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: Seasonal depression, mentions of drinking, feeling hopeless.

A/N: From pure lack of thoughts in my brain I’ve altered this old assignment to fit Aaron. It’s based on the song January Gloom - All Time Low

Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

The television on the wall illuminated the entire room, emitting blue light to whoever risked looking at it. Reruns of Late Night with Seth Meyers had been playing on NBC all day, not quite grabbing her attention enough to pull her out of her trance. Last she recalled, her gaze had been trained on the monologue of the show. Bill Hader and Nancy Pelosi were the guests appearing in this episode.

The tranquility in her head was cut off by the shrill sound of her phone going off, almost like the pounding sound of a freight train heading through the station, it had startled her. She didn’t bother picking it up. Instead, she silenced it, ending the call before it even had started. It didn’t take long for her phone to start buzzing on the nightstand once again. She wrapped the blanket covering her tighter around her body, not wanting to face reality, not today nor tomorrow, perhaps not even in the near future.

“This is all in my head. It’s happening in my head.” She kept mumbling to herself while turning her back to the phone. Meanwhile, text messages started announcing their arrival, never permitting a single moment of peace to occur. It wasn’t long before the phone calls started happening again, this time more frequently. Angrily she turned around in her spot, grabbing the phone off the stand, ready to scream at whoever dared to aggravate her this much. That was when she saw it, the caller ID, it was him. She could imagine him pacing in the kitchen of his apartment. His thick eyebrows furrowed together out of pure worrisome. The raven-colored locks spiked in every imaginable direction from tugging on it in frustration. His hand, the one he used to hold her hand with, anxiously fondling his incoming scruff.

“Hello?” She answered, somehow managing to make it sound like a question. Her gaze fell upon the television once again. The talk show was long over and had turned to commercials, brief and attention-grabbing, no academic or intellectual effort was necessary to understand them. She enjoyed that.

“Where have you been! Are you okay? No one has seen you for at least a week! Why didn’t you pick up before?!” His voice was raised. He sounded frantic and distraught, something that bothered her for a split second before it left her mind completely.

“I’m fine, Aaron.” She pulled at the last syllable of his name, drawing it out before ending her sentence with a sigh. The emotionless tone in her voice didn’t fool him. How could you just be fine? No one says they’re fine when they actually are.

Steadily she sat up in her bed, the blanket slowly falling off of her frame and to the ground. She rubbed her eyes for a moment and let her hand fall down to her lap. Her body ached as if a stampede of wild horses had run over it, trampling her to the ground.

She observed the brand-new pair of boots kicked off in the corner of her room. She had bought those to keep the rain out, she remembered. Next, she noticed the unused leather coat hanging on the rack just above the boots. She remembered that that was to fight the cold.

“Have you been drinking?” Aaron suddenly blurted out, snapping her back to reality for a brief moment. She thought for a moment, remembering her last drink, her last party. The bittersweet taste of whiskey had been enough to break the spell and turn her life around, just for the night, just for one small moment. She had taken every chance she could get to keep away from being another victim of this season, this dreaded gloomy season. And yet, nothing had worked. She was back in a miserable state, and blaming it on the weather was her only excuse.

“I don’t know, but what’s another drop of Hudson to you, if it can lift these spirits?” Mentally laughing at her own joke, of course, she knew, she just didn’t want to face the music, not now. She pulled herself up to a standing position. The sudden reeling sensation in her head, accompanied by a clouded vision and the brief loss of balance, made her uncomfortable for a moment. Tempted to fall back into bed again, she proceeded in her quest to the kitchen. She still felt the light-headedness but pushed it away hoping that it was only a result of dehydration and not some underlying medical condition.

“Can you please stop making jokes for one second, just this time?” The annoyance in his tone was prominent and went straight through to her.

“I mean sure, but the other possibility is that I cry and face my emotions. I don’t want to do that, so no!” She had begun to forget what it felt like to be without pain, to be without misery, to just be... happy.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you sound… you know... hurt?” He motioned, wanting her to continue opening up to him, just a little more. He wanted to help, so bad, but to what use would it be if he didn’t know how to?

“Please, I’m not in the mood right now. I – I’m scared. My emotions have been so turbulent and raging around in my head for so long. I’m not really sure how to react anymore.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” On the other end of the line, Aaron was already pulling on his jacket and tying the laces on his shoes. His phone was trapped between his shoulder and ear. “I’m coming over.” He stopped in his track, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the island before exiting his home.

“Please don’t, I haven't cleaned my apartment, it's a mess.” The truth was, there wasn’t any mess at all in her apartment. She was the mess. He didn’t care though. She was more important to him than any mess he had ever experienced in his life.

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Group Camp Out (Full Version)

A continuation and full fic for my drabble. Commissioned of me to basically finish it, so here we are with sex scene included! I’ve also taken the past drabble and added it here so it’s a full fic so ya don’t need to go back and read the other half, bc it’s all here babey!

Summary: You save an alpha licker from an injury, you're not sure why your foolish empathetic brain does it, but now you have a pack of lickers who follow you like you're their royalty. It's all fun and games until you get horny!

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Fandom: Resident Evil

Relationship: Group of lickers/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is gender neutral but has a vulva, monster fucking involved obviously, double penetration happens so stuff like ass play is involved, and mentions of normal zombie apocalyptic stuff!

Words: 3.4k

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When the world went to shit, you didn’t expect this to all be the cause of a harmless sounding virus named after a letter. It had all seemed fine, one day you were grocery shopping and whining to your friend about how you wanted chocolate, the next you were covering your mouth to stop your sobs as moans and groans entered the city like a stampede of brainwashed cattle.

You had no training with a gun, the only weapon you really knew how to use was a pitchfork- and that was the lamest thing you had going for you at this point in time. Running a farm? That’s something you could do. Shooting a gun? That...was something you probably should have learned how to do.

But how were you supposed to know a zombie apocalypse was going to happen?!

Apparently, your farming skills and way with animals- or animal-like creatures, would come very in handy in your survival.

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It had started with one of the creatures. It looked like...an inside out human. Absolutely terrifying with its sharp teeth, sticky flesh and its brain matter completely exposed. Its long tongue maybe the length of its own body when you watched it zip around a nearby rabbit and drag it towards its terrifying chompers . Its hands were no longer hands, five large claws dug into the ground with each step as it turned its head this way and that. It was blind. It couldn’t see you. So, you had stayed still, shaking before you caught sight of its limp.

On its hind right leg, it was bleeding, it made such a sad sound as it jerked the dead weight forward, turning its head towards the pain. There was something...so sad and human about the reaction that your instincts told you to comfort, to reach out and inspect the pain.

It could have gotten you killed the way you had reached out, but through desperate pleading and begging after being near leapt upon by the giant beast and made dinner, you were given a chance.

And now? Now you had five of these inside out creatures following you around like you were the royalty of their pack.

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It certainly had taken you quite a bit to get used to it. How beastly they were, yet so very human. How deep the virus ran in them, you weren’t sure. They could not speak to you, they hissed, growled, huffed, and grunted, but otherwise your languages did not mesh. Names were not given, you didn’t try to ask either, it seemed like whatever of their past they had was erased.

What you did know is that like this? You were safe. The one with the injury now had a permanent limp but with some gauze and bra hooks you made a makeshift sling and they could walk on it better. This one also brought you food, its tongue rolled up around canned foods that comically rolled out of their mouth with little bits of saliva and them cocking their head towards your direction waiting for your thanks.

Another liked to stay near you at all times, pressed to your side near constantly and making small sounds in reply to your chatter. These days you talked a lot, quietly at least as you’d tell them where you were from, what you were before all this happened. You’d even been able to go back to your old farm, heart breaking at the destruction of the fences, but at least your home had been mostly intact. Bodies of the infected littered parts of the yard, but with your pack around you none of the alive ones dared come close.

Your home became a home again. With five beasts that liked to climb on the walls and steal what you guessed smelled like you. You find one with a shirt over their head, crooning and rolling about in it. You find another nosing at your blankets with its mouth parted as if scenting it. Another finds your underwear drawer.

Tonight, you’re quietly in your room. You’ve gathered blankets and other mattresses around the house to make a nest on the floor for everyone to gather onto. You’re sure they have no need to sleep, but you have a need for comfort.

The one with a limp is curled at your side, their skin smooth as they rub their face at the crook of your neck. It would have grossed you out in the past, but now you don’t really think about it.

Another lounges across your body at your thighs, perched with arms crossed underneath its body like a big cat protecting its pride.

You’re mildly drifting, not really thinking when you feel the sharpness of teeth brush your throat and your entire body stiffens. Your yelp of mild terror sets off everyone in the room, everyone on high alert. You hear two different hisses, another making this almost chirrup sound, the one on your lap noses at your thigh in confusion and the one at your neck has frozen completely.

“Did you just bite me?!” You breathe out, anxiety flaring up- did the virus pass in bites?! Was it just the smoke that caused the changes? If you got bitten what happens? You’re on high alert yourself, seeing the others come and inspect you as you push lightly at the one at your side so you can raise a hand to your neck and jerk it into your view to inspect your palm.

No blood. And you didn’t feel a mark. It must have just been a scrape is all. As your anxiety dies down, so do all of theirs, everyone going back to their posts. You lie back again, shakily exhaling and gently reaching for the licker that had been at your neck. They croon immediately, almost like an apology as they go back to your neck.

It takes five minutes for it to happen again, a light scrape, and you pass it off as an accidental thing. You stiffen ever so gently, but a large arm over your chest gives an almost gentle squeeze, as if telling you it’s alright. It’s just the smallest motion, the tiniest, but it eases you. Enough that when it happens again, you shudder this time and recline your neck to the opposite side to give them more room.

Their hips adjust at the side of your waist and you hear curious noises around you. You don’t pay it really any mind until their hips adjust again and you feel something almost slimy brush your side. Another scrape of teeth, a low whine, a nudge-

Your eyebrows knit together, flexing your fingers around their side and making a murmured ‘huh?’ back at them curiously. Another adjust- a hump? And you figure out rather quickly why and what is happening.

“Oh!” You exclaim, your tone flustered, and that gathers everyone’s attention. The one on your lap peeks to see what’s happening, and you can hardly see them until you feel a nudge at your crotch that makes your cheeks flare red. Another swarms your other side, nosing at your warmed cheek and cooing until another joins.

You realize quickly you’re surrounded by horny lickers.

And wouldn’t it be rude to not gladly accept it?

You note that two of them do not come and join. They linger off to the side and seem to be enjoying the rest on the far side of the combined mattresses. You don’t mind in the slightest, not when you have three beasts curiously poking at different sides of you.

The one across your lap, the leader of the pack, has now nudged your legs open. Fitting between your spread thighs as huge claws hook into the fabric of your panties and yank. The sharpness of its claws are aimed upwards, avoiding your flesh and effectively shredding the fabric. You’d only been in a tanktop and panties anyhow, not many clothes on your body to begin with, but it still makes you feel...exposed.

The one who’d been at your neck and humping your side is growled at by the leader, causing them to chuff and move upwards more towards your head instead. The third of them nudges one of your arms to go up until you take the hint, raising your hands above your head and allowing the one near up above your head to press your wrists down with its massive claws.

“H-hey-” You whine out when you feel the curious nosing at your crotch. You’re shamefully wet, your hips lifting upwards when warm breath fans across your cunt. Your face flushes when you peek down, seeing the alpha of the pack nosing at your crotch and making such sweet little sounds as it inhaled you.

That’s when its long tongue comes sliding out, slick and long, maybe two and a half fingers in thickness much like a vine. At first it just slides over your entire cunt before slipping between your lower lips, lapping at you heavily with only a short amount of the entire length of its tongue. At first you sigh softly, tipping your head back in pleasure. Which must be an invitation for the one at your side just watching, for it takes this opportunity to lets its tongue loll out and lick over your cheek.

The wet sensation makes you wince with a soft, surprised sound. Causing all three to erupt in little concerned noises. Even the alpha between your legs popping its head up as they wait for you to say something. “N-no! No, no, it’s okay, it’s alright. Just- surprised, is all?” You speak in a shaky voice, but your tone must be satisfactory.

The alpha quickly goes back to lapping at you. Massive claws curling under your thighs as if it’d done this before. And maybe, maybe they had? Maybe they remembered some sort of their past ministrations like this? As is they were starting to learn certain phrases or keywords you were saying. Maybe memories of actions could come to their minds?

You’re immediately thrown from your thoughts when the alpha’s tongue presses into you, being so mindful of its teeth when they rest their face closer to your cunt. Practically letting you hump their face to get dual stimulation on your clit as a whine exits your lips. And once more you feel the tongue on your cheek, licking over towards your neck before coming up to your mouth.

When you part your lips to allow entry, you’re nearly choked by the eagerness of the tongue. Your body lurches slightly, but you hear a growl overhead and a harder press to your wrists that keeps you still underneath them all.

You can’t move.

You’re like a toy.

That’s how it feels, but you know one sudden jerk or noise of discontent from you and they’d all stop. It’s what keeps you relaxed now when you feel the alpha’s tongue slithering further into you, folding in on itself to appear thicker as it plunges into you with quickness. It felt like a really wet, slippery cock. Filling you out and ensuring it didn’t snag or cause any discomfort from how wet it was.

Moans spill from your throat that seem to delight the one with its tongue in your mouth. It curls its tongue around yours, feeling over your non-threatening teeth and even sometimes dipping more towards your throat as if it was fucking your mouth. It never chokes you, as if testing your gag reflex with small, little brushes and dips.

The one holding you down makes these pleased little sounds in reply to your own noises, occasionally dipping down to nose at your hair or bop your forehead with its face. It’s affectionate in its own little way, and you’d respond, if you didn’t have a tongue down your throat or fucking into your pussy right now. Instead you can only flex your fingers, squeezing onto one of its claws in each hand to try and reciprocate the affection.

Judging by how it makes this soft little chirrup sound, you can only hope that means they understood.

A nuzzle at your crotch only sends warmth throughout your body. You feel a twist inside of you, as if the alpha is trying to make its tongue bigger, fatter, to stretch you out further. You whine out, just in time for the one to your side to retract its tongue from your mouth and move overtop you. You let out a soft sound of confusion as its legs straddle you, its back facing your head and its own head dipping to check out what the alpha is doing. It obscures your view, but even more so, you see its cock hanging heavily for you.

Their dicks, as you are just now coming to find out, do not look like a normal human’s. Instead, they look like almost long tapered tentacles. At least this one was long. Looking maybe seven or eight inches in length, it matches its wet skin tone, yet it still had balls hanging where they normally should be. Just that its cock was long, a little thin like you could wrap your fingers around it with ease and touch fingertips, and was tapered rather than thick and rounded with a head. And that it seemed sentient in a way with how it could wiggle and jerk on its own, now that you’re watching it.

Odd, but definitely workable.

You watch its cock with interest hovering near your head, but not close enough. You can only feel how the large claws circling your thighs move to rest under your thighs instead, pushing up until you’re almost folded in half despite the other licker, who you are fondly calling ‘omega’ in your head. You make a soft sound, already having been achingly close to cumming, but the new angle provides a better press upwards into you.

Then you feel another tongue joining, licking down where the other tongue was in a slow fashion until it finds your ass. Your face flushes red, a moan dropping from your throat at the thin, slippery penetration. Shamefully it makes you cum near immediately, your body jerking into an arch as best as it could in this position. Despite the fact your body is shaking as you cum with soft cries, you quickly realize why you’re in such an odd position.

Because with your arms held above your head, and a beast’s pressure atop your body, and one holding you in half from below; You can’t move.

You’re over sensitive when the alpha keeps licking at your cunt. Twisting its tongue and pulling it out halfway where you can hear the audible panting and swallowing. When its face consistently keeps nuzzling at your engorged, sensitive clit, you sob outwardly and squeeze tight onto the claws keeping your arms down. Again, the affectionate gesture from the one who you are deeming ‘Beta’ holding you down, is offered with a gently forehead press to your own. It distracts you briefly from the wiggling into your ass, knowing that there was no ‘end’ like there was in your pussy.

Oh, you could only hope that the omega realized that.

Now you have two tongues folded into you. The one in your ass seems to be a good way in, nothing overbearing, but that must be because they’ve folded their tongue in a twisting motion to feel thicker. It stretches you open, the stimulus between their tongues both pumping in and out of you in tandem near eye watering. You think you’re whining yourself hoarse, your throat clenching as you grunt when over sensitivity turns into blinding pleasure.

Your second orgasm comes with your heart pounding and practically no sound leaving you. Your insides clench and flutter, only seeming to make both lickers make happy and delighted chittering sounds. Even being able to blearily see the omega’s cock jerk in front of you, seeming to almost curl on itself and dribbling a thin, white, sticky fluid down onto your chest in a way you can only assume is it being aroused.

You can’t find words, tossing your head back to bare your throat and cry out when their tongues keep going. The beta above you leans down to nose at your throat, bending itself in half to coo near your ear and make soft little noises as if to ease you. Even as you tense your entire body and tears pour down your face from too much stimulation.

The third orgasm you have is your brief release from their grasps. You’re moved around onto almost all fours, feeling like you’re made of goo from how limp your body is. Your arms are pulled forward, above your head, held by the same beta who seemed more interested in keeping you still than joining himself. You’ve got your head in their lap, resting your cheek on one of its thighs as you quiver with anticipation.

You hear the coos and growls behind you and can only assume that they’re moving around. You’re not sure who is who, unable to look behind you, but you feel one of them slide under you onto its back. Feeling sharp teeth skim across your exposed chest with interest but not piercing flesh. Large claws hold onto your thighs to sink you downwards onto their cock with ease making your breath hitch as it sinks into your pussy.

It’s not thick or large, but the fact that it seems to be...almost curling and moving on its own? That adds to the sensation. Then you feel another join on your back, almost mounting you like a canine might with a few humps missing before you feel its cock slip into your ass.

There’s really no mercy in their movements. Animalistic, the one on your back starts fucking you raw without abandon, the one underneath you clawing at your hips to hold you still despite the fact the one above you is rocking your body. You feel occasionally nudges and licks at your nipples, brushes of sharp teeth and curiously pleasured chitters coming from above and below you. You’re so fucked out you can’t even think, your throat hurts from your moaning, and all you can do is press your face into the beta’s lap and hold on tight for the ride.

“Fuck-” You sob out when the one mounting you starts pounding their hips harder against you. The wet slap of flesh on flesh and the curling inside of your body making your fingers clench into fists underneath the large claws holding your hands. That seems to only make the ones fucking you more excited, feeling like you’re being pounded near in sync, split apart from below.

When you cum for your last time, you’re so weak from it that you almost blackout. You can vaguely hear the animalistic noises above and below you, feeling the one beneath you stilling before you feel something almost...rounder plunge into your body?

Did...

Did they have KNOTS?!

They must have appeared after they were moving inside you, because it’s about as thick as three fingers, girthy and plunging into you. You sob out at the over filled feeling when the second does the same to your ass, sticky wet warmth filling your body with no hope of escape until either would move.

You feel a lick at the back of your neck after a moment, then a nuzzle at your chest, then a gentle bonk on the back of your head from a face. You can’t help the tired laugh that buzzes from you, rolling your hips to feel the resistance of the ones inside you. “Y-yeah- yeah, you guys are welcome. Just...Just make sure I don’t fall asleep, kay?”

You hear a soft noise from the beta gently nuzzling at the back of your head, but the knots don’t seem to stay very long inside you. After a few moments the one mounting you manages to tug itself out with a bit of a grunt from you, feeling the warmth spilling out of you and down onto the licker beneath you. It doesn’t seem to mind too much, not until it’s wiggling to get itself out from under you and popping its own knot out.

By the time you’re released, you can hardly tell who’s who trying to move you around. Like a limp noodle, you let them manipulate your overworked, naked body back to lying down. Finding yourself with one tucked to your side, another across your lap in a way, and the other by your head in a little nesting pile.

Briefly, before you fall asleep, you wonder if you should worry about future zombie babies.

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