WIP FRIDAY
I apologize for getting this out two days late, I’ve been busy with lots of packing and events! But I have a little reprieve, so I wanted to post another WIP; this one is from Heart Full, Bowl Empty.
BE AWARE THAT THIS SEGMENT INVOLVES A CONVERSATION REVOLVING AROUND UNWILLING BUT INTENTIONAL STARVATION. I know there are people who say they can’t read this fic because of themes like this, so be aware of this before reading this WIP!!
I included this snippet in today’s WIP because I have like three versions of the entire segment this snippet is from. I feel like it’s a really important segment with a really important conversation, and I’ve had a hard time balancing all the emotions the way I want to between Ingo and Akari, with frustration, sadness, anger, and empathy, to realistically get them to the resolution I want at the end of it.
The final version will probably only include a few parts from this particular segment.
Enjoy!!
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“I knew it! You’re doing it again!” Akari’s eyebrows scrunched, trying to understand through the frustration. “You said you wouldn’t!”
“Circumstances will improve soon.” Clearly done with the conversation, that was all Ingo said, but it was confession enough that he had fallen back on his word. Shame contaminated his voice, but if there was any regret, he hid it well.
“No, it won’t!” They were not even half-way through winter yet. “And you know it won’t!”
Ingo said nothing as the kits carefully moved around his slumped form, finding comfortable places to settle around him. She didn’t know if he intended to snuff the conversation out with angered silence, or if he was just too exhausted to care about arguing with her anymore. If it wasn’t for his small occasional signs of movement or acknowledgement, she’d think he was actually sleeping.
Akari carefully stepped into the nesting layers, moving to sit down next to Ingo. She settled with her back against the cavern wall, pulling her knees close as a few kits shuffled around to accommodate her. “You know I’m right.”
Huffing out an irritated sigh and nothing more, it didn’t seem like Ingo had any intentions to engage with her argument anymore.
“You couldn’t even pull yourself up over the ridge,” She prodded at him again, trying to motivate more conversation out of him. “I had to help you!”
“There are many, many factors that go into that.” A reluctant answer, perhaps a reflexive attempt to quell her worry; Ingo feebly rubbed his wrapped hand, almost as a display for his excuse.
“I’ve seen you do more when you’ve been hurt worse.” Akari retorted, a little softer now but still cold.
Ingo’s eyes remained closed, though his hardened expression implied that it came across as more accusatory than she’d intended. But perhaps it was precisely the time to be accusatory.
“Ingo, you’re so tired all the time now – you stopped coming to the training grounds because you just can’t make the trips all the time anymore! And you’re sleeping so much more than you used to, and it’s like you’re always hungry all the time, even though all I see you doing anymore is gathering food!” Akari’s voice grew more jagged as she continued to jab at him, entirely uninterrupted.
It was getting difficult. With Ingo’s tunic still sopping by the bucket, still somewhat red from the exhausted effort of washing out the blood, it could not hide the ribs that pressed out just a little bit more, or help fill out what the waistline had lost under the loosening belt. The abject dread of directly acknowledging that was too much.
“And- and look! You aren’t even willing to hold a conversation with me anymore, and I don’t know if it’s because you just won’t, or because you can’t!” The kits shifted uncomfortably as Akari retreated back into her own frustration instead. “People think you’re sick, Ingo! They’re asking me about you! What are you doing?”
The exhausted man remained where he laid in the nesting material, only moving his hands to rub at his face and sigh — a deep, forced sigh that swelled his side before releasing. Akari almost didn’t think he’d answer her, but with some effort, he propped himself up first onto his elbows, then slumped forward. The teen watched him run shaky fingers through his hair as he sat next to her.
“…I don’t know what I should do.” The guilt. The weary guilt cracked his voice and tore Akari’s anger down to heartache.
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Med student Bruce is one of my favorite things to ever.
Specifically Med student Bruce and all the insane shit he saw but was too sleep deprived to realize were red flags.
Bruce absentmindedly nodding along to a Psych major Jonathan Crane as he explains the concept of weaponizing fear and how using fears to control others is completely possible. He thinks there’s been a movie about that, but he doesn’t want to spoil anyones fun.
Bruce tiredly taking a pamphlet from one Ms. Pamela Isley and skimming it, concluding it as an environmental awareness handout when in actuality it was incredibly extremist and he did not notice the scathing commentary on humans as a whole.
Bruce vaguely listening to the ramblings of a soon to be Dr. Quinzel about her new boyfriend who Bruce personally thinks is a little bit of a maniac but she seems to just like those types of people and he’s sure that won’t lead to anything in the future.
Some things are more obvious than others in retrospect but looking back how was he supposed to know that stuff would be relevant later in his life?
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I need Raph and Mona (specifically te Rise versions) to do romantic dances, no no listen, hear me out- I need them to dance and take up the whole room because they’re two big reptiles with larger than life personalities and laughs that fill up the room and make the whole place feel at home, I need them to dance together like they are the only two people that matter in the whole world, LISTEN JESSIE LISTEN-
I need them to swing together and they both take turns sweeping each other in their arms because they’re both just that strong and they like taking turns being carried (they’re entire lives they’ve always been the ones carrying others and they finally met somebody who can carry them)
Understand me please- I need these two big girls and big boys to let loose and just feel the physical connection between each other and the rhythm of the music, I need them to laugh together so much they get dizzy-LISTEN I need them to take a breather when the song ends and just nuzzle their snouts and slowly rock each other side to side while holding hands and maybe even their tails curl together
I NEED-
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I was deeply sad when Rachel died because she was right about calling Winchesters out on their bullshit and the way they treat Castiel. Honestly it was so good of her, and she was right ofc and I just wish the narrative truly acknowledged that rather than portraying that the Winchesters were in the right. This protagonist centered morality/thinking and privilage treatment is just annoying as fuck. Castiel was right in that whole arc and Rachel made the best points about the Winchesters and I stand by that.
Oh absolutely, it’s like I say I’m Rachel-coded 😭😭
Of course the show presents her argument as out of line or whatever but she was literally right. It sucks that they killed her like immediately because I would have loved to see her just. Grab Cas by the shoulders and go LISTEN TO ME. THEY ARE NOT WORTH IT. If only to put that thought in Cas’ head if nothing else.
Anyway.. Winchester critical queen. Thank you for your service Mx Rachel.
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Badly summarizing Hazbin Hotel songs: season 1
Happy Day In Hell:
Local nepo baby is very optimistic for someone who was born and raised in hell but damn it if you don’t find it a little endearing.
Hell Is Forever:
Your gut feeling about the pastor’s son was correct and he is indeed an annoying prick who likes to act God’s always got his back.
Stayed Gone:
Demon Jeff Bezos finds out his Ex is in town, isn’t happy about it and tries to slander the man only for his ex to immediately clap back and serve everyone some piping hot tea.
It Starts With Sorry:
Some of ya’ll are way too forgiving and it really shows…you’re lucky you dorks are adorable.
Respectless:
A 4’11 Millennial bitch serves absolute ✨CUNT✨ at a meeting she didn’t want to attend, local MILF is not amused.
Whatever It Takes:
A MILF and a lesbian sing about how they’d willingly die for the ones they love. It’s sweet but deeply concerning.
Poison:
Local twink took “conceal, don’t feel” way too seriously and now you’ll never be ok again. Have fun in therapy.
Loser Baby:
A DILF and a twink sing about how they’re the biggest losers in hell and it’s the sweetest fucking thing you’ll ever see in your god damn life.
Hell’s Greatest Dad:
2 grown ass men fight for custody over a grown ass woman.
More Than Anything:
The literal king of hell loves his child more than your father will ever love you and you just gotta live with that.
Welcome To Heaven:
The polite Christians are trying to convert you, but they’re really good at show tunes so I ain’t even mad.
You Didn’t Know:
Vindication for everyone who’s the black sheep of their family and now have religious trauma.
Out For Love:
Local MILF hypes up her newly adopted lesbian daughter by telling her love is the ultimate murder weapon.
Ready For This:
Local nepo baby discovers that the fastest way to get cannibals to fight for you is through show tunes and the promise of flesh.
More Than Anything (Reprise):
No, the two leading females are not “just really close friends.” You were told well before this moment.
Finale:
While the main cast is having a Bob the builder moment, 3 local bastards are promising to fuck shit up next season and the person you least expected is having a mental breakdown in the break room.
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