#Aaron Camper

[writermuses]

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch10

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship?

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Two Months, Twenty-Four Days until D-Day

If hearts could float above your head, they would. You felt like you were living in a fairy tale now that you and Miguel were officially dating...in secret. Whether or not everyone knew was of no matter or importance to you. As long as you knew that you melted that stone cold heart of his, you were happy.

Humming lowly as you waited for the elevator to arrive, you couldn't help but imagine what kind of day it will be. Maybe it was your clouded mind, but you were sure Miguel was behaving. He wasn't calling for you any cruel experiments. Perhaps he had changed.

Or you were so blind from love that you didn't notice.

"Hold the elevator!" Aaron yelled out.

You gasped softly, using your foot to hold the doors open. You needed to snap out of your day dreams and focus. Nearly dropping both yours and Miguel's coffee, you bit your lower lip in a panic. Miguel was not a happy camper without his morning cup of joe.

"Thanks, (Y/N). Still dressing like it's negative degrees?" Aaron said with a light chuckle, "Your office is like a sauna now."

"Haha, yea...I still don't know what came over me. Never reacted this way to the cold before."

"Think that cruel boss of ours experimented on you with knowing?" Aaron grumbled lowly. You felt your heart sink,

"He wouldn't," You tried to plead Miguel's case, "While yes....Alchemax isn't the...best company to work for, but to experiment on his own workers?"

You. To experiment on you? Miguel wouldn't...unless he ever found out your secret identity.

"You know about the Rapture...right?" Aaron whispered lowly. You felt your shoulders wink,

"Sadly...I do..."

"The apple never falls to far from the tree."

Just like that, you felt yourself return to reality. As much as you loved Miguel, you had to remember that your goal was to take Alchemax down. You needed to bring Miguel's father to justice first. Miguel still had a chance. He could still be saved!

"Anyway, are you free this Friday night?" Aaron asked as the elevator approached his floor.

"Me? Um, not sure yet, why?"

"Because I want to-"

The elevator stopped and doors began to open. Minding his words, Aaron stopped talking since it was too dangerous. Every time he tried anything, Miguel would just appear out of nowhere. Not seeing anyone by the open door, Aaron stepped out,

"I want to take you out on a d-"

"Aaron, there is an emergency system failure in bookkeeping. You're needed urgently." Lyla appeared from your watch. You were taken by surprise.

"Of course," Aaron muttered under his breathe, "Perhaps another time then. Later (Y/N)."

"Bye, best of luck." You chirped.

Once the doors closed again, you focused on your watch. Lyla was smiling as she appeared before you in a cute new holographic attire.

"I love the look. Did Miguel finally give you more freedom to dress yourself?" You chuckled, adoring the AI. Lyla appeared beside your shoulder,

"Girl, it was a workout! I begged! I pleaded! Do you know what I had to do to get this?"

"Um....A well contrasted plan for world domination?" You teased as you arrived on Miguel's floor.

"Ha! That would be too easy. I sent Miguel all of your pictures from you trying on different underwear~"

"What?! Lyla!!" You cried out, chasing after the AI, "T-That's my personal data! Y-You know you can't do that!"

"I jest." Was all Lyla said before disappearing before Miguel's door.

Oh, if you could only strangle Lyla just once. That AI sure knew how to bring tears to your eyes for the most embarrassing things. She was connected to your phone, so you had to be careful of what pictures you took now. So erasing all of your new sexy panties was going to be painful.

As you entered Miguel's office, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Something felt ominous, but it was nothing dangerous to you. Approaching your frightening and cruel boyfriend, you smiled as you handed him his large coffee.

"Perfect timing. There are new specimens that arrived in the Museum of Science today. We are to go so I may have my pick of the lot."

"Ew," You responded immediately as Miguel took his drink, "I just know there is a Spider involved."

"Perchance," Miguel hid his smirk as he glanced at you, "It's cute how much you hate Spiders. Do you despise that Spiderwoman too?"

You held your small coffee, taking small sips every now and then as you tried to avoid his gaze.

"She's a person, so no. Spiders are just...eek." You whimpered.

What a hypocrite. Here you were, hating Spiders with all your being, yet you had some Spider DNA in you. It was easy to say that you still hated them despite enjoying some of the perks of being part Spider. How funny.

"Shall we go?" Miguel asked, changing out of his lab coat and into a more appropriate suit.

You could feel your heart race as you watched Miguel change. Oh how handsome he was. Finishing your coffee, you hurried to Miguel's side and quickly fixed his tie. His hand rested against your cheek, giving you that affection you crave.

"Let's go."

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Miguel kept his sinister smirk upon his face as he had you wrapped around his little finger. Lately he felt calm. Everything was going his way. He had you behaving perfectly; your DNA was about to be cracked; and the company was sky-rocking.

Plus, Miguel was doing well by giving himself a name in the city. The underground Kingpin as the rumors spread. People started to fear him after the display he made with Doc Ock.

"Um, Miguel?" You called out.

Miguel glanced at you beside him. You were tapping away on your work tablet, focused on an article. Leaning against you, Miguel recognized the article about rising crime. It was thanks to him that there was so much chaos in the city.

"They're saying...that Spiderwoman isn't doing a good job...just ignoring the people and only stopping the villains....What do you think about that?" Your voice was low. How cute.

"That you shouldn't concern yourself with the small minds of others," He scoffed and threw his arm over your shoulders, "They wish for a constant savior. What good is a hero if they spend all their time on every little thing?"

"Well...."

"A hero is meant for a bigger purpose. Whom else will take on those so-called villains? Our pathetic public eye?"

"Miguel...You know that your father owns them..." You whispered. Miguel silenced you with a kiss,

"And so do I. Spiderwoman just needs to focus on her own morals and ideals. She should not be wasting her abilities on meaningless fighting. Soon enough...those villains will fall."

"Mhm,"

Miguel's smirk returned as you leaned against him. You were so easily to manipulate. So easy to twist and bend. Pulling you onto his lap, Miguel held your waist as he watched you settle. His hands trailed up your sides, feeling your body tremble to his touch.

"Just as how you should think, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered, biting your lower lip, "Think only about what you want."

What you crave.

"Don't be...mean," You whispered, melting into his kisses.

"What do you want?"

To be tainted?

"Y-You,"

"Then just listen to everything I say,"

Be mine.

Miguel hummed lowly as you gave yourself to him. How easily his hands roamed your perfect body. The future of humans. You were going to be nothing but Miguel's precious experiment. His precious wife.

His little hero.

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"Must you walk so slow?" Miguel chuckled, waiting for you.

Your cheeks were flustered as you hurried behind Miguel. You wouldn't have been so slow if he didn't mess up your attire. Miguel was very handsy with you. It was like he was always checking your body for anything strange.

"I said to stop bullying me!" You huffed, standing beside Miguel as you entered the muesum.

"Now, now. You weren't complaining."

Unable to deny Miguel's cruelty, you quietly followed. Treating this trip like business as usual, you took notes of everything Miguel did or said. He loved reviewing your notes, just in case someone said something he wanted to review.

After a few hours, you started to get bored. Miguel might find everything here fascinating, you didn't. You could feel your eye lids start to drop as Miguel examined the new creatures. This was the part you hated.

You knew these animals and bugs were going to be used for experiments. It was a nice break, but Miguel would never stop his endeavor for human gene splicing.

This made you recall Aaron's words. What did you have to do to take down Alchemax and help Miguel? Right as you started to brain storm, you felt your spider senses tingle.

"HAHA! Did you truly believe that you could keep me hostage here?!" Rhino screamed as he broke down a nearby wall.

"This puny brained idiot." Miguel hissed. You on the other hand glanced around, wondering where to change, "Let's go." Miguel grabbed your hand, walking towards another room.

"But-Rhino-" You panicked, watching the villain make a mess.

"Is not worth our time. We came here for a reason," Miguel scolded, gripping your wrist. You felt torn,

"Maybe...someone should call Spiderwoman?" You suggested, wanting to help.

As the two of you made a turn, Miguel pinned you against the wall. His face was close to yours, making your heart race.

"As much as I would love to ask Spiderwoman more questions, this is beneath her. These fiends are nothing compared to her perfect genes," Miguel whispered, his intense stare burning into yours, "Remember what I said in the car?"

"Do whatever you say?" You whispered obediently. Miguel rewarded you with a kiss,

"Good girl,"

Oh, you were folding again. Why did Miguel have to make you feel like this? You loved it when he had a hold on you. It was easier to listen to him.

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Miguel resisted a chuckle as you gave him a desperate look. Your eyes full of lust as you nearly begged for another kiss. How easy you were to please. Deciding to reward you again, Miguel licked your lips and gave you a deep kiss.

"Now," Miguel broke the kiss, watching you take a moment to catch your breathe, "What were we doing again?"

"Getting...new specimens." You whispered. Miguel smirked,

"Good girl,"

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(Still on small hiatus, Final Fantasy is AMAZING!!!!)

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[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Masterlist

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

You’re Losing Me

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s “You’re Losing Me.” How Finnick loses the best thing he’s ever had.

Haymitch Abernathy

Capitol Punishment Masterlist

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol

I'm Sorry

Moments of Haymitch having to mentor his ex-girlfriend

Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus

Luke Castellan

Follow Me

Luke's girlfriend is excited to finally become a year-round camper so she can spend it with him. But Luke has other plans for them.

Delicate

"Is it chill that you're in my head? / Cause I know that it’s delicate"

Competing With Gods

When Apollo is sent to camp as a punishment, he sets his sights on Luke's girlfriend.

The Way I Loved You

"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain / And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name / So in love that you act insane"

The Final Quest

How a quest with the love of Luke's life turned him away from the gods

Asshole Instructor

Luke has been an asshole but he can't help it until he realizes the girl he likes could be gone any minute

Mine

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Apollo

Immortal Danger

Apollo marries a half-blood without realizing how dangerous it can be

Immortal Danger II

Despite an extravagant wedding, Apollo is still confronted by those who want to end his marriage

John Wick

Forced Love Masterlist

Arranged marriages aren't uncommon in the crime world but John Wick never expected to be forced into one with his boss' daughter.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Undercover in a Skin Tight Skirt

The BAU Chief isn’t fond of sending his scantily clad wife in as bait

That Skirt

Smutty follow up to Undercover in a Skin Tight Skirt

I Can’t Leave

When the reader is forced into hiding, she’s desperate to inform her fiancé and his son

Move On

Rossi tells Aaron he should move on

Moving on to You

Aaron finally tells his longtime crush about his feelings when he almost loses her (Sequel to Move On)

Sparring Matches

The BAU undergoes PT evaluations, that includes sparring matches. And in the ring will be the secret couple, tipping off the rest of the team

Home Sweet Home

Sometimes going home isn’t always a good thing. Especially when your hometown is obsessed with marriage and you have a secret boyfriend.

Spencer Reid

Erotomania

Spencer’s girlfriend has a stalker

Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane/Robb Stark

Between a Wolf and a Hound I

Sandor Clegane was never naïve enough to think he could marry the king's daughter but it doesn't make it any easier to see her married off.

Between a Wolf and a Hound II

The new Lady of the North tries to cope with the fact that she is now married and has a responsibility to her husband.

Robb Stark

The Godswood

When the newest Lady of the North is chased into the woods, the lords of the north search for Robb Stark's wife

Grey’s Anatomy

Mark Sloan

Haunted

Mark finally finds where his wife has been hiding

Twilight

Carlisle Cullen

Sorry to Meet You

The moral dilemma of the patriarch of the Cullen clan finally meeting his mate after 350 years

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman

Amnesia

When the Levi Squad goes out on a mission with a few rookies, accidents happen

Favoritism

Captain Levi wouldn't let his feelings for a scout under him get in the way of his professionalism, right?

Reiner Braun

Guard

When Reiner returns from his ten year long mission, he is assigned to protect the the woman he could never have.

[slasher-male-wife]

A different counselor: Jason Voorhees x gn reader

Happy Friday the 13th!! I wrote a little one shot for Jason for the special occasion. I'm trying a different kind of perspective for part of this, and trying to kind of get into the psychology of killers like Jason.

Warnings: Violence, murder mentions, kidnapping, stalking kind of

Jason never liked camp counselors. They’re the reason he got lost as a child. They’re the reason his mother died, and they’re the reason Camp Crystal Lake hasn’t shut down yet. He has this inner rage against anyone and anything living he comes across. No matter who it is, he feels the need to kill them. There’s this inner rage inside of him that flares up when he sees someone and that flaring rage doesn’t die down until that person in front of him is dead.

He’s back to stalking the new camp counselors when he sees someone. Someone that makes his inner rage diminish in a way. He saw you. You in your camp counselor shirt and shorts. You with your hands clapping together while talking to the campers. When he saw you, that rage went away. He didn’t feel the need to kill you like everyone else. He didn’t even feel the need to hurt you. He just wanted to watch you. He wanted to keep you, in an odd way he felt the need to keep you to himself.

So Jason stood there, watching you. Then when you moved he followed you, still a safe distance away from you and everyone else. Unlike everyone else at his camp, you seem like you belong there. He watches as you sit with the campers and explain their next activity. 

“Alright campers. Today we have a very fun activity for you,” You say with a loud but friendly voice, “Today we’re going to be going on a hike in the woods. You have a sheet with different plants and animals to look out for. Remember don’t touch anything out in the woods that isn’t yourself. Counselor Aaron and counselor Jennifer are going to take you out right now and I’ll meet you out there.” You clap your hands together again and say something to another counselor you’re working with. Jason watches as you walk away from the campers and into your cabin, he has to follow you. 

You’re in your cabin, searching for your hiking boots in your small closet. You don’t notice Jason standing in your window, watching you. You huff a breath and keep searching through your clothes. 

“Come on, where are they darn it?” You say. Jason tilts his head to the side slightly and you finally find your hiking boots. You smile and turn around, looking out the window you see no one there. You sit on your bed and put on your hiking boots. When you leave your cabin you find a small trail of large footsteps leading into the woods. They look fresh and you don’t know anyone with feet that big at your camp. 

“Hello?” You ask, slowly following the trail of footsteps. “Jackson, is this some kind of joke? I swear if you’re going to scare me I’m not going to talk with you for the rest of the week.” You say, following the footsteps deeper into the woods. You can hear someone walking farther up ahead of you, but you’re unable to make out who they are. You’ve never been this far out before. The footsteps aren’t even on a trail anymore. You’re carefully making sure you’re not walking through stinging nettles or poison ivy. 

“Ok this isn’t funny, who's out here?” You call out, pushing back some waist high plants. “Even if you’re a counselor it isn’t safe to be this deep into the woods. You’re not going to get in trouble, I just need you to come out alright?” You call out again. You huff a breath and start to see something in the distance. A house? Or an abandoned cabin? 

You get closer and see it’s an abandoned house. You walk up to the door and the footsteps stop. You knock on the door and wait. 

“Come on, I know you’re in here. We need to get back to camp before we get in trouble for being so far from camp.” You wait and knock again. “Darn it come on! I can’t be getting in trouble for something as silly as this!” You wait for a couple more minutes before entering the house. It smells damp and like mildew, it’s dirty and abandoned on top. You’re walking around when you hear a creak behind you. 

“There you are. Come on we need to get back to-” You turn around and you’re greeted with the sight of Jason, “Camp…” Your frozen, trying to figure out what’s happening. You know this can’t be a joke at this point. You come back to your senses and start to back up until you’re running. You’re dodging past all the furniture and trying to find an exit when you’re pushed into a wall. Your hearing gets fuzzy and your vision gets blurry. 

You’re groaning in pain and trying to stand up when Jason pulls you up to your feet by your shirt. You’re trying to regain your strength but your head is still throbbing. 

“Please. Please don’t…Jason…” You say, moving your hands up to hold his wrists. Jason just watches you. That inner urge to be violent is barely there with you. He can’t deny he still feels the need to be aggressive but not exactly violent with you. Jason puts his hands on your hips and pulls you up and puts you over his shoulder. Your head is still swimming as he walks off and carries you down into some kind of basement. 

He sets you down on a bed and hooks some kind of metal collar on your neck and wrists. At some point you pass out. When you wake up you’re still in this weird, damp basement. You look around and find Jason watching you. Your voice gets caught in your throat and your breathing becomes shallow. You’re not sure if you should talk. Maybe you’re still alive because Jason thinks you’re not a threat. Maybe if you’re not threatening to him he’ll keep you alive. 

“Jason. You’re Jason right?” You ask quietly, trying to suppress your quivering voice. He doesn’t reply but you keep talking, “I’m not going to hurt you Jason. I hope you’re not going to hurt me.” Your voice is still quiet and you’re trying to calm yourself down with your talking. 

“I’m Y/N. That’s my name.” You say as Jason gets closer to you. You slowly back away from him but he grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. You stop breathing as he starts to pet your hair with his big, dirty hands. You try not to cringe thinking about how dirty you’re going to become but you stay silent. You’re unsure what to say while he pets your hair. “Um, that you Jason. For not hurting me.” You say quietly. Jason just stares at you through his mask. You’re able to see his eyes behind it. 

His eyes are…interesting to you. One is drooping and half shut and the other looks like a regular eye. You’re unable to look away as you feel like you can sense something in his look. Like he’s almost showing he’s trying to be gentle with you. You can only hope that he’ll keep being this gentle. 

[rexecutioner]

Buckle up campers this is a long one

spoilers for all of mystreet and a bit of mcd ig??? Idk there is Demon Warlock and Irene lore

This is all about Travis btw

So I was rewatching Emerald Secret and when Tatiana was loredumping about forever potions in ep 13, she mentions Michael testing a forever potion on his son not too long before the events of s4

(implied by the fact that she was there, and supported by the facts that 1) she was missing a lot of other info, like the whole fp backstory and not knowing about Katelyn and Garroth, thanks to only recently becoming human and only knows new info, and 2) the whole “Michael (Terry), Elizabeth and Zach have been trapped in a different realm for years and only recently escaped” thing)

and it “failing”. Knowing the events of Angels Fall, this plausibly aligns with the plotline. One problem. How tf did Travis get there??? And back??? Without anybody questioning where he went??? Or with nobody noticing???

I don’t think Tatiana was referring to Ein, as she describes him as a grunt to Michael’s plans, and it’s always pretty explicitly said that Michael has a son, stated by both Tatiana and Derek, and visibly is shown to be Travis in loredrops and the entirety of s6. A son. One singular son.

So the only person she could be referring to is Travis. But what does this even mean? What kind of forever potion was used on Travis? We learn from Ein that forever potions can be reaaally specific. It could have literally been anything. What does “failed” mean? Just not working? Or Travis fighting it off? The imagery shown with the scene is a broken forever potion lying on the ground by what is implied to be Travis’ limp hand, so failed may be a bit of an understatement.

Also, again, how tf did Travis get there and back with nobody taking note of it, him not remembering it (probably more forever potions), and it never coming up again?? Not even slightly mentioned in 3 to 4 side episodes OR Aphmau’s Year, although we do get some juicy Travis lore ep 2 of AsY.

That is also when his whole “omg i feel lightheaded wait did i do that” thing started, so maybe something happened at the lodge that is never shown but implied to be what Tatiana mentioned???

And ofc, my first question.

HOW THE HELL DID HE GET THERE AND BACK WITH NOBODY NOTICING

It’s a snowy forest for goodness sake. He had to have driven there. Why would he go in the first place? Maybe he got a letter from Terry (Michael) saying “hey kid i wanna reconnect heres my address dont bring anyone with you k bye” and he went “oh boy the father that left me shaken and traumatized who just randomly disappeared leaving me alone bcs everyone else i love is dead!! I love that guy!!”

And drove out to see him only for fucking Ein to be there as well as this man in a stupid ass cloak who sounds weirdly like his absent father, they give him a forever potion and it fails (again, whatever that means) and he wakes up in a random lodge with a random backround voice in his head giving him dating advice, having forgotten everything that happened, goes “welp ig he isn’t here i must have gotten the wrong address” AND LEAVES

weirdly in character for ms Travis lmao

Did he just tell Dante that he was going on a trip for a few days and dipped?? I haven’t rewatched the 3 to 4 side eps in a long time so I have no clue if he did leave but wasn’t Travis a mildly large role in them with the whole trash thing???

Alright so I just spent like 4 hours rewatching the transition episodes and Travis is a very consistent reoccurring character and isn’t missing from an episode for more than a two episode gap, and him leaving for a while isn’t mentioned, although they do make Laurance returning a big deal, which leads me to believe he left during/right before Aaron’s Ticket, a two part mini prequel to s4, taking place only a few days before ep1.

This makes the most sense, as Aaron in Part 1 goes over to Dante and Travis’ house to get money advice from Dante, and Travis isn’t shown or mentioned at all. He never appears in AsT, and there is an implied gap between the last side ep, Shadow Knights Rule and AsT, because we also never see Gene (and by that extension, the other Shadow Knights and Ivan) again after the final side ep, though they all played mildly large roles in that ep.

It would make sense if Travis left not too long after Laurance bothered him outside of his house (the last time we see the both of them until AsY 🥲) and came back to Lover’s Lane during the small two day gap before s4 starts, after Aaron and the gang left to Bunny Hill, and they just didn’t see each other on the way back. But this also leads to another frustrating question.

Why does Travis not remember the lodge after the whole thing? We could chalk it up to forever potions, yes, but that would be a really specific forever potion, making him have to go home and forget about it. I have the inkling that Dante would at the very least ask Travis questions about his trip, and if Travis just replied with “idk lol I actually have no clue what ur talking about” he’d at least be concerned and at least ask Lucinda for advice when she got back.

It’s shown in AsY that Travis has no recollection of the lodge, only knowing about it from Lucinda (another piece of good lore from ep 2), but he doesn’t get more of a chance to interrogate her about what happened there it until he gets possessed and leaves. It is very much shown that he has no memory of even being there. Which also brings up another point. Aaron and Garroth remember Bunny Hill Lodge, even if just a bit. How does Travis of all people not remember it at all?

Aughhhh so many questions! I’m probably going to chalk up the not remembering the lodge thing to a really specific forever potion that also plants false memories in his head. Forever potions are shown to be able to do that in s4, when Zane and Lucinda refer to Ein as their brother and their memories are completely altered.

OK I JUST FINISHED ACTUALLY WATCHING APHMAUS YEAR (ep3’s thumbnail scared me away the first few times lmaoo) AND I HAD NO CLUE TRAVIS GETS POSSESSED MORE THAN ONCE THIS MINI SEASON?!? AND KATELYN ACTUALLY MEETS TERRY BEFORE THEY EVEN THINK ABOUT STARLIGHT?!? THANK GOD I DID.

Whenever Travis is possessed, he not only gets very lightheaded, causing headaches, but he quickly loses his memory (shown in his second possession) as Michael takes the spotlight and puppets him around until he’s done with him. Travis then regains his memory and remembers what he did while possessed, with it all being kinda foggy, with him questioning if it was really him that did that and being mildly confused about what he just did, before making up an excuse for it and going about his day.

We only just begin to see Travis getting possessed AFTER s4, which leads me to believe that during s4, Travis reconnects with a recently actually present Terry (guess who just escaped another dimension lmaooo) leading to him and Katelyn fake dating and going to Starlight, leading to the events of s6 and Travis getting possessed more frequently until Michael consumes him completely before he gets exorcised and murdered by Kim and Terry, leaving Travis behind unconscious on the floor.

OK SO IVE MADE A TIMELINE OF TRAVIS’ EXISTENCE BASED ON MY THEORIES

-Born to Terry and his wife

-His mom dies (probably due to Michael?? I dont actually know lol)

-Child experimentation at a cool Lodge

-I recently learned that it was apparently a fp that gave Travis the little voice in his head, but its never acted upon until post s4

-Growing up with a father that’s possessed half the time

-Goes to middle school and meets Dante

-His father disappears at some point thanks to Garte and Derek using the realm breaker (they dont know Michael is actually Terry)

-Goes to high school and meets the rest of the main cast

-Whatever he does before season 1 during fcu

-Moves in with his homies (they kiss each other good night)

-Gets blasted to Love Love Paradise

-Starts to become actual friends with Katelyn (dont get me started on how both of these characters were wrote during season 1 and most of 2)

-Moves in with Dante thanks to his house exploding I wonder who did that

- 3-4 side episodes, he starts to learn about potions again from Lucinda

-Gets a letter from Terry, his absent father with a bad influence on him, asking him to go to Bunny Hill to reconnect

-Bunny Hill Incident #2, he goes home with a fabricated filler story, actually reconnects with Terry

-Travis gets possessed for the first time (to our knowledge) and steals Lucinda’s book under Michael’s influence

-Terry meets Katelyn, everybody's fate is sealed

-Terry invites Travis and Katelyn to Starlight Wonderland

-They enjoy themselves for a while (Travis gets possessed every now and then)

-Travlyn is canon for real this time

-Season 6. Travis gets possessed more and more frequently to the point where Michael takes over for him a lot near the climax, and Michael uses his control over the Guardian Forces to manipulate Travis into thinking he’s safe

-Travis gets fully possessed when Lucinda performs the exorcism, takes control over Katelyn and Garroth, Nana almost dies and Aphmau does die due to mildly unrelated events but dont worry she comes back thanks to the fact that shes a third of literal god

-Derek gets relic’d

-Ethereal Bonds my beloved, the lip syncing did Nana so dirty (Travis isnt really in this one i just love ethereal bonds story wise even though it’s definitely not perfect)

-Travis (Michael) threatens to kill Terry and has actually killed Holla and Derek as this twink so his threats are not empty

-Garroth and Katelyn (and Toby ig) are used as distractions to stall Michael, but he takes back control over Garroth by manipulating him and throws him at Katelyn

-Travis and Aphmau beat the shit out of eachother, cool lore, i love the Zane and Lucinda s4 trauma, everyone is a rock now

-Terry and Michael both die at Kim’s hands, the one thing she was good for (im sorry i hate Kim so much) using the cannon

-Travis is now back in control and wakes up to his bisexual girlfriend holding him and says a pickup line, very in character, and passes out again (understandably)

-everyone is no longer a rock, but thats some pretty hefty trauma you got there (i feel so bad for Dante and Laurance) (im making a separate post on them soon)

-Travis monologues about everything that happened and trauma dumps to the sky (fuck you Terry)

-Heart wrenching “not alone buddies” scene, seriously these two tried to kill each other and now they are traumabonding i love it

-Whatever the fuck Jesson has in store for him in One Last Time because i started writing this before it was announced so they might fill in my plotholes later

-He does NOT show up in Her Wish which scares the shit out of me (he isnt dead thanks to Katelyn and Dante not being utterly wrecked the entire time) (but his absence is not a warm one)

-whatever happens after that

Long story short I love Travis’s character and I hope we see more of him

there is no conclusion to this i just like ranting about characters i like and the plotholes that come in the package (headcanons sold separately)

tldr: Travis s4 plotholes are filled in by my overthinking

have some of my art as compensation 👍👍👍

i will be re-drawing the Travis one bcs I don’t like the shading and I got the outfit wrong 😑

[ryah-wolfe]

I’ve read the first Percy Jackson book for the first time and this crossover came to mind. I only know PJ universe through a quick and vague wiki search, so sorry if this is inaccurate.

The Foxhole Court x Percy Jackson and The Olympians

The message came in a sealed scroll, all formal and shit, asking for aid. Wymack wanted to burn the damned thing. But he knew a war between the immortals meant his foxes -his kids- would be dragged in anyways. Chiron asked for peace talks, wanting a reconciliation between the main camp and its runoff.

Most modern demigods are born for the modern aspects of their Godly parent, some kids though, are born from war for war. Their godly blood boiling in their bodies. Making them volatile, and perfect when in ancient times, there was always enemy forces that need slaying but in these times of peace? It made them more likely to lash out at those around them. Most burn up before hitting their teens, their blood consuming them. The few who make it to Camp Half-blood end up being sent away, being too dangerous to be around the other campers.

Chiron asked to send an envoy to Palmetto Academy.

Dan- daughter of Nike

Matt- son of Dionysius

Allison- daughter of Athena

Seth- son of Ares

Renee- daughter of Iris (edit: I can’t believe I forgot her)

Nicky- son of Aphrodite

Aaron- son of Apollo

Andrew- son of Apollo

Kevin- Won’t Say

Neil- unclaimed (favorited by Hermes)

[devilboyinspace]

Info dump about my MYS and MCD ect. oc.

Okay so Romeo, in MCD he's a decendant of Irene like levin is, but in mystreet and PDH he's aphs cousin.

I don't know if he's from Zacks side or Sylvannas side yet, I'm leaning towards Zacks.

During high school he was a but of a social floater, he got along with everyone well enough that people didn't bother him.

He didn't really interact with aph alot in high-school until the last year mostly because during highschool he was moved around foster homes alot, he knew of her and knew they were family but he had it drilled in his head back then that his family didn't want him at all.

When he got to FCU he accidently became friendly with Blaze and Aaron, during this time Aaron and Blaze were young dad central so romeo babysat for them when they had to do stuff for Uni and he didn't have anything else to do.

Romeo had a small crush on Aaron for a week or so before realising aph was kinda in love with him, Aaron, it wasn't an actual crush Romeo gets him emotions and feelings for people confused sometimes.

He hangs around with the pups alot including Blaze and Maria.

I mentioned is a older post but he is a transman, he's pansexual and polyamorous.

From high school to mystreet he's done jobs here and there, from a bakery to a boring office worker, he mostly worked in high school to get his van.

Okay so his van, its a 1970 ford Econoline camper van, he wouldn't use it as a camper van tho, he's mostly use it to haul everyone everywhere.

In mystreet he lives with the pups plus blaze, blazes kid and Maria.

During the final year at FCU blaze and him started dating and then not long after maria moved in with him and the pups she also started dating him.

Anyway that's all I have atm that I can name of the top of my head, if you have any questions just ask!!

[gravitywasneveranoption]

i turned my friends ocs into pokemon

REALITY BELONGS TO @plxtypusbearr73

Adelynn- (Eevee) Flareon

Aaron- (Cottonee) Whimsicott

Mike- (Impidimp) Morgrem

Emilie- (Gothita) Gothorita

Dr. Camper- Granbull

Louis- Sylveon

Dr. Long- Pikachu, Ph.D

Samuel- (Jangmo-o) Hakamo-o

5G- Melmetal

Jenny- (Purrlion) Liepard

Blake- (Vibrava) Flygon

[lloydtheabstrac]

aaron camper by lloydtheabstrac

[chansaw]

reading this article (from the new republic, of all places!) shook me to my core. i didn’t go to the same summer camp as the author, but we did pretty much the exact same thing at my sleep away camp, run by zionist youth group young judaea. we were eleven, maybe twelve, at the time, and before night fell, we were told we were to play the roles of refugees from nazi-occupied european countries. each of us was given a “passport” with information about ourselves (our names, our birthdates, occupations, etc), and instructed to memorize it carefully - we were sure to be interrogated, and if the nazis caught us, they would surely kill us. i remember fighting back tears as i recited my passport information to a counselor playing a border guard. he let me through. after we got past the border, we hitched our tents and set up camp for the night; we were told the soldiers from the haganah would meet us in the morning. but instead, we were jolted awake by the sound of klaxons. counselors in fatigues shook us awake and hustled us through the woods, in pretty much the same way as aaron gell describes in the article above. when we made it to “israel” (the dining hall, dimly lit and furnished with soda and a cake frosted to look like the israeli flag), we were made to feel like we had been a part of history. that we had achieved something great. all i felt was exhausted.

we were kids. a year later, we would have “army day”, where we would get to experience a day in the life of IDF boot camp trainees, marshaled by our israeli counselors who had recently finished their own service. at the day’s end, each camper received a dog tag with our name engraved in english and hebrew.

i look back and all i feel is just so used.

[xxx-inhibitionless-xxx]

Chapter 70 : Day Three Continues ( Brian’s Afternoon Continues )

 How ? How did this happen, how could this happen, Brian thought to himself. All we wanted was to have some fun. Brian pondered how the hell he had wound up in the predicament he was currently in. It had ultimately all started just two nights ago at the mall. He, Aaron, and Matt had been zip-tied, stripped, and circle jerked at the mall in the span of a few hours, then driven to Aaron’s house bare assed naked where they spent the night. The following morning, Matt had left and he and Aaron had found themselves alone and late for school. Deciding to skip school and instead fulfill some long dormant hormonal urges and sexperiment.

 Brian chuckled internally to himself at his witty linguistics wordplay. Brian continued to recall the events that led him here to this current reality. A reality that resulted from some bad decisions on his part which included going out Aaron’s back door that morning while naked and handcuffed, hiding in the bed of Aaron’s Dad’s truck and getting driven to Aaron’s brother’s scout camp. That last one wasn’t his decision but whatever, he thought to himself, what difference does it make now.

 Once he had found himself at the camp, he was found out by the Girl’s camp leader, Eleanor, and basically taken prisoner. That led to today, where Eleanor had instructed him to carry out cafeteria duties, except that she had left Brian’s arch nemesis, Dereck, in charge while she went off to do who knows what.

 Now, Brian continued his internal dialogue, here I am at the mercy of a cafeteria full of rowdy campers. Having replayed the event of the last, what, 40 hours, 44 hours ? Brian still couldn’t fathom the answer to how he had ended up in his current predicament.

 A sudden blast of cold and slimy ‘something’ on his right nipple instantly brought him immediately back to his senses as he tried to scream, as one does instinctively when something cold and slimy unexpectedly splats you in the nipple, except that all he could do was utter a “mrrrmph”.

Why could he only utter a muffled cry of shock ? Well, because he was currently sitting in a cafeteria chair up against a support beam, with his feet tied apart to the legs of the chair, a bowl on his head which was large enough that it covered his eyes, an apple in his mouth, and his hands wrapped around the pole behind him with his fingers caught in one of those finger-trap toys.

 Being stuck in the helpless position he was in, made him an easy food fight target. He could only imagine what the hell he had just been plastered with. Ketchup ? Mustard ? Mayonnaise ? Whatever it was, it was congealing on his body along with whatever else everyone had been throwing at him or pouring on him or squeezing at him. He could only imagine what he looked like sitting there covered in all manner of food and condiments.

 At least he couldn’t see the faces of the campers in the cafeteria. If he tilted his head and squinted, he could sort of look down through the bowl and see his lap and his dick sticking out of a mound of mashed potatoes, at least he hoped that’s what that was. It was disgusting regardless. The humiliation of the situation was bad enough, but if he saw the faces of his tormentors as they pelted him with their lunches and leftovers, he though he’d die on the spot.

 What made it even worse, was that since Eleanor had literally commanded Dereck and everyone present that they couldn’t touch Brian, Dereck made Brian put himself in his current state. Brian realized probably too late that he could just have easily refused Dereck and dealt with however Eleanor wanted to react to his defiance, but having endured as much humiliation as he had already, left him rather vulnerable and submissive.

 As a result, Brian obeyed Dereck’s instructions to bring a chair over to the support pole, tie his legs to the legs of the chair with some tube socks he got from one of the campers, put the apple in his mouth, the bowl over his head and then put his arms around behind the pole and his fingers in the finger trap toy Dereck also produced seemingly out of thin air.

 What Brian could not avoid, was the laughter. It wasn’t funny, joyful laughter, it was hurtful mockery, it was derisive jeering, it was the laughter of a mob enjoying the sheer and abject humiliation of someone at their mercy.

 Finally, the cacophony of derision subsided and Brian thought his ordeal was over. Hopefully everyone had their fun and were now going off to do their camp activities. Brian waited to be let out of his captivity, mumbling a few more “mrmmphs” to get Dereck’s attention to get him untied.

 Not so fast Brain, Brian heard Dereck say. First, Dereck continued as he removed the bowl from Brian’s head. The light momentarily blinding him. In that moment of blindness, though, Brian could have sworn he heard the telltale ‘clicks’ of a phone camera.

 Realizing what pictures of him in this condition could do, Brian let out a few more “mrmmphs” with a bit more urgency.

 Calm down nudey Brain, or now I guess you’re foody Brain, Dereck started laughing at his own joke.

 As Brian’s vision returned to normal, he saw that everyone but Dereck had left, with Dereck standing a few feet in front of him, but he did not see a phone or camera. Brian hoped with all his might he imagined the ‘click’.

 I guess you’ll have to wait for Eleanor Brain, Dereck mocked Brain to his face. I can’t really get you out of this mess you’ve made without touching you, so ciao for now, or rather ‘chow’, again Dereck laughed at his own joke as he just left Brian sitting there, tied to the chair, covered in food and condiments, and walked out the door.

[fatfables]

New Gainer Story!

After killing his best friend's mother with a hot dog, Aaron Cosby starts to believe that he is an instrument of God. Seven years after that terrible event he and his best friend attend a "weight management" summer camp at which they are coerced into taking part in a catastrophic nativity play. Will his tragic past, and need to feed, have any bearing on the outcome of the play?

A Play for Aaron Cosby

"I am doomed to remember a fat boy with a wrecked asshole - not because of his asshole, or because he was the fattest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason that I believe in Gaining; I am a Surplus because of Aaron Cosby."

The seventh summer since my mother’s death was the first summer that I spent at camp. It was early August ‘23 and the facility had just received an inspector from the state government. This was an unannounced visit brought about by the sudden and untimely death of a fellow camper, and the negative publicity that had entailed. As a seventeen year old I was unaware of this at the time, (years later I looked up her report online), but the inspector's conclusions were nowhere near as damning as everyone involved in the camp feared that they would be. It was this fear of public damnation, of being forced to be outed as gainers, forced to become something that we weren’t, that drove the decision, to publicly at least, give the camp an air of normalcy. It was deemed to be required, in order to improve public perception, that we engage in ‘normal’ summer camp activities. No one had any intention of doing anything sports related or active. That was the reasoning behind the play.

Aaron Cosby didn’t mean to kill my mother. It was an accident. I forgave him at the time and I forgive him now. He never believed it to be his fault either, but he rejected with disdain my interpretation of events as being somehow accidental. He was convinced to the bottom of his belly that it was an act of God. My mother’s death was preordained and he was the selected instrument. Aaron was a heavy child and an even heavier teen. The son of working class mining folk he was fed a hard-working labourers portion from the moment he moved onto solids. He loved his food and I loved him. That summer at camp I was a tubby teen of seventeen, but had nothing on Aaron, who I swear if you swung on a rope could demolish the Hoover Dam. He was a wrecking ball of gluttony. I was just your average young New England glutton from an upper middle class family. Whom, whilst they didn’t control portion sizes, purchased far too many of their groceries from a Whole Foods for me to have the same opportunity to swell my belly to the size of my remarkable working class best friend. His belly was all burgers, whereas mine was too many dips and breadsticks, though my Grandma did make a mean Boston Cream Pie. It fills my heart with sorrow to think that I will never again be able to give Aaron Cosby any cream pie.

The play was Counsellor Jake's idea and he would direct it. As campers we were hardly overjoyed at the prospect of amateur dramatics but knew that it was the least worst option if we really had to spend two hours a day doing something other than eating. The discussion of what play to put on didn’t take long as there was only one play that any of us, campers and counsellors alike, had even the slightest knowledge of. At least we had mostly all seen, if not previously been involved in, a production of the nativity. It was the height of summer and over ninety degrees out but no one seemed to be perturbed by this. Everyone just wanted to take the path of least resistance in order to get back to the dining hall as soon as possible.

My mother died when I was ten, at a little league game. Neither myself or Aaron really liked baseball and we were both pretty terrible at it, particularly Aaron. That’s why neither of us played. It was my brother’s team that we were watching. Too fat for childhood sports we sat on the bleachers gobbling down, hotdogs, popcorn, and cola, kindly purchased for us by my mother. Aaron was very fond of my mother, not only because she was in the habit of funding both of our seemingly endless appetites for snacks of the highly fattening kind, but also because she never judged our desires. Aaron, as boys do, often used to joke about how beautiful and curvy my mother was, and she was a beautiful young woman, however, this never really offended me as I always had the impression, even from that early age, that Aaron had desires for curves of another kind.

My mother was late arriving at the game and me and Aaron were sitting and snacking and joking when Aaron asked me if I believed that he could swallow a foot long wiener whole. I told him that I didn’t believe that it was possible. He agreed that it sounded improbable but that something from deep within his stomach was telling him that he had to try. He didn’t know why but he felt that it was his destiny to at least attempt it. Five foot long dogs were purchased, two for me to eat the normal, sensible way, and three for him to remove from the bun in an effort to achieve the seemingly impossible feat. He tossed the first long weiner into the air just as my mother appeared at the side of the field. She was looking up into the bleachers scanning for us. As the weiner descended down towards his greedy wide gob he closed his mouth slightly too soon, mistiming his bite. His front teeth cut the weiner in half. He half choked and began to chew the part of the sausage that was in his mouth. The top half landed in his lap. Much to his chagrin I quickly snapped it up and ate it. “Oi!” he said, “That was mine, you’ve got your own!” I told him that six inches of wiener was useless to him. He required the full foot long and nothing less. “I still wanted it, even if it wasn’t as satisfactory as I would have liked!” “I like eating,” he added pointlessly.

The flying wiener must have grabbed my mother’s attention and she cheerfully waved at us and turned to make her way up the steps. Aaron was ready for his second attempt but it went forebodingly wrong. I burped aggressively, after too large a swig of cola, causing him to startle and he accidentally let the dog slip from his grasp just as he was accelerating his tubby hand skywards. One end of the meat tube hit his chin before it started to tumble down towards the floor. I reached out with my podgy right arm and managed to catch it as it descended just below his knees. I once more took his sausage up to my lips and took a large bite. He snatched the rest of it from me and yelled; “No fair! You put me off!” before munching down the remainder of it himself, whilst looking at me with deeply disapproving eyes.

We were both too focused on the all important third and final attempt to notice that my mother had started to make her way in towards us from the end of our row. I watched my bloated out best friend intently as he gracefully swung his fat right arm upwards, it glided smoothly through the air like a beautifully fat angel. With a deft flick of the wrist he launched the weiner high up towards the heavens where it seemed to hang and rotate like a thick juicy catherine wheel. I felt my tummy rumble. I so wanted to eat that wiener as well. At precisely the same time as Aaron had released the wiener of death one of the players hit a homerun. The man sitting next to Aaron jumped up in excited celebration. We discovered later that it was his only slightly chunky son who had hit the fatal homer. Through the joy that he felt through his offspring's success he barged my mother over. She fell forwards towards us, twisting in the air. She landed front up across Aaron’s lap. She looked him directly in the eyes, and appeared to telepathically tell him that it was alright, before turning her face towards the sky and opening her mouth in order to breathe out in relief at the cushioned landing that Aaron’s swollen bellow and porky thighs had supplied her with. The cheap offal sock fell vertically down into her throat, passing her gag reflex, and causing her face to immediately turn blue. I sat there watching in awed amazement as my mother lay in my obese best friend’s lap choking to death on his footlong weiner.

Seven years later and the day of the play was upon us. Being naturally fat and lazy we had barely practiced for two minutes let alone two hours a day. Not that this bothered any of us, the whole thing was a public relations exercise that we just weren’t mature enough to comprehend the importance of. Aaron had at first wanted to play the baby Jesus, “It’s the easiest part,” he told me, explaining his reasoning. “All babies do is lie down and drink milk. I still do that anyway!” His protestations that he was perfect for the part fell on deaf ears. The part had already been selected for Camp Leader Shawn. Aaron had to settle for being the angel. It was his job to descend from heaven and proclaim the birth of our lord and saviour. He was rather taken with the idea of dressing up as a scantily clad angel but took umbrage with the fact that he now had to learn a single line; “Do not be afraid. This very day in David’s town your saviour was born - Christ the Lord!” It was a line he was destined to fuck up.

Counsellor Jake appeased Aaron by telling him how wonderful he would look in angel wings and that he’d personally selected him because he was the most beautiful and angelic looking boy at camp. He was also one of the heaviest, this fact either seemed to pass Jake by or just not concern him. It should have done. The other notable characters were of course Mary and Joseph, played by a femboy called Danni (it was an all boys camp so he/she/they was as good as that was going to get) and a bro-boy whose name I can no longer recall. All I do remember of him was that he consistently aired concerns that Danni was no virgin. At the time, my youthful liberal attitudes caused me to dislike him for this, as I couldn’t understand why such a thing would matter, or how he would know? Slutshaming was not ok and more than that I believed it to be irrelevant. The whole point of acting is to pretend to be someone that you’re not. Or so I thought. The only other campers in the cast were two gay lovers, Stefan and Oliver, who comprised the front and back half of the donkey, and myself, who was a fat little turtle dove. I think Jake created the part for me at Aaron’s bequest. The three wise men were played by three counsellors, the twins - Steve and Henry, and Jake himself, who clearly had too big an ego not to cast himself in his own production. We were all in costume and completely unready as the crowd of other campers and a few select parents of local attendees took their seats in order to form our audience.

Our summer nativity started badly and quickly descended downhill like a runaway garbage truck on fire. The she-male Mary was the first to enter the stage riding on top of the aforementioned donkey accompanied by her ever suffering husband Joseph. It was three o'clock in the afternoon on the hottest day of the year and the stage had been set up in it’s usual lakeside position, where there was no tree cover to provide even the slightest slither of shade and respite from the baking sun that was still raising the air temperature to over a hundred degrees. The mostly obese audience of a hundred and seventy sweating balls of young blubber mopped their brows and sucked on their already melted supersized slushies in a desperate bid to stay cool and prevent any weight loss due to the energy they were expending just by being there.

Stefan and Oliver, the front and rear ends of the donkey, felt like a Thanksgiving Turkey roasting in an oven. The donkey costume, rented from a local fancy dress store, had proven to be too small for the oversized gays. Especially for the rear end, Oliver, whose globular planet sized belly had torn open the sides of the donkey’s abdomen the first time that he attempted to bend over in it. As a solution a brown woollen blanket had been badly sewn onto the donkey’s under belly, that was really Oliver’s belly. It hung so low that it almost dragged along the floor as he plodded slowly onto the stage.

The delicately chubby not so virgin Mary had designed his own costume. He wore a short tight mini-skirt with nothing underneath that clung to his succulent thighs and which rode too high at the back exposing the lower half of his thick buttocks. If this wasn’t bad enough he had decided to ‘tuck it back’ meaning that he appeared to be sitting on a small squashed purple mushroom. His top half bore only a crop top exposing both his beautifully round pot belly and ‘erotic’ arrow tattoo on his lower back that’s only purpose was to point all potential visitors to his entrance. There was no need to dress Danni up to look pregnant, had her gender not been in question then there would have been no doubt that he was carrying. She had long straight black hair tied like Wednesday Adams and matching black eyeliner and nail polish on her bare toes and fingers. He wore a crown on her head, which in her own words was to, “Represent that Mary was the real Queen.” By comparison the 280 lb fifteen year old Joseph looked relatively normal in his tight 3XL boardshorts and Vans ‘Off the Wall’ t-shirt that allowed only an inch of underbelly to hang out. He smiled and made a metal sign at his friends on the front row.

Poor Oliver’s back pain was crippling him. His inflexible physique and unnatural deportment, plus the 220 lb virgin whore riding him, caused him to scream out in pain. He dropped to his knees causing ‘Mary’ to fall off onto the stage floor with a thud. Her mini-skirt lifted up and she ‘untucked’. As her dick flopped out for all to see, the young crowd began to laugh. When the arse end of the donkey ripped open due to Oliver’s low position and hence extended rear appendage they bayed with laughter. Oliver’s massively wide eighteen year old naked pearly white ass reflected the sunlight like a magnifying glass, temporarily blinding a portion of the audience who just happened to be sitting at the perfect angle in order to receive the full effect. 

“What the fuck!?” The virgin Mary cried as she tucked her cock back in between her cheeks.

“It’s fucking boiling in here!” The ass responded. “I feel like a pot roast!”

“Fuck him! Give us a donkey show!” An immature voice in the crowd called out. The voice received plenty of peer support.

“Uh oh, no babes. Y'all know that’s not my scene!” Mary shook her hips and wagged her finger like an expert drag queen as she delivered her second improvised line.

“Then have the donkey fuck you! You’d love a huge donkey dick!” The same voice called out.

“And that’s why I’ll never have you chicken!” Mary received rapturous applause for her sassy put down.

Joseph, clearly feeling upstaged, decided that it was his turn to speak. “Why the fuck you got no pants on Oliver?”

“I’m not Oliver. I’m Stefan! Oliver can’t speak right now, his mouth’s attached to my ass. And It’s like a hundred and eighty degrees in this fucking thing. We’re both naked. We had no choice!”

“Is there anyone is this fucking play that doesn’t like eating ass?” A different voice from the crowd asked to much hilarity.

Jake seemed to take that as a hint to move the plot forwards. He fed me an improvised line and pushed me up onto the stage. If I was to describe my own appearance I would describe it as a perfectly average 300 lb eighteen year old high school graduate with short black hair and a 42 inch waist. I think that I looked like any other normal New England kid apart from the fact that I had three ostrich feathers attached to each arm, one of those old school feather dusters sticking out of my ass (I was forced to wear only a jockstrap and actually grip the household cleaning item with my butt cheeks, I still deny to this day that it entered the forbidden zone). The only other part to my costume was a yellow plastic beak. My bare overhanging belly had been painted gray and as directed by Jake I did a little dance across the stage and gingerly waved my ass at the audience before turning around grabbing hold of my belly and lifting it up whilst proclaiming, “I’m a fat hungry turtle dove. Please don’t eat me. I think the baby is on the way.” The last phrase I delivered with a wink to my fellow actors. They didn’t take the hint.

“What?” Fat bro-dude Josep asked me.

“Yeah, what the fuck?” The virgin Mary said for the second time in the opening scene. 

“You’re not supposed to talk. You tryin’ to upstage me you fat little straight bitch!”

“JUST HAVE THE FUCKING BABY ALREADY!!” I bawled back at him.

This sign of verbal authority seemed to have a submissive effect on Danni who did as he was instructed. He climbed on top of the massive makeshift wooden manger full of hay and squatted so low that his dong hung out again. She started to breathe heavily and moan, faking the pain of childbirth. The groans got louder and faster and started to sound suspicious. This was when I noticed that there was more than one voice moaning. Some of the very audible moans were coming from the front end of the donkey. The donkey was still squatting on its hind legs with its monstrously fat ass hanging out, only now its front legs had begun to tremble. It also appeared to be growing some sort of stick shaped tumorous growth just below its rather oddly spherically shaped neck. Mary, busy pretending to give birth, did her best to ignore it, although the audience was finding it very hard to do so.

With one final push the baby Jesus appeared from his hiding place below the hay. He slowly sat upright and cursed about the heat and lack of alcoholic liquids that he had apparently requested while in utero. The foul mouthed messiah was born wrapped in two plain white king size quilt covers and weighed a strapping 570 lbs. 

The funniest thing that I can recall about this was that Mary was just as fat after giving birth to the elephantine baby Jesus as she was before she did. After giving birth Danni immediately sat down on the edge of the manger and started eating a Twix that he must have hidden who knows where. Clearly the virgin Mary had decided that her part in the production was complete.

Now it was Aaron’s turn. He had been nervously waiting behind the stage munching down as many hot dogs as he possibly could. Nerves always made him hungry and he had this theory that swelling his stomach was the best way to kill the butterflies that may otherwise reside there in. He later admitted to me that he had consumed near on 12,000 calories before taking to the air that day.

Jake clamped the hook on the homemade winch to the elastic band on the back of his 4XL tighty wighties and started the motor. As the 380 lb angel slowly began to ascend, he was immediately caught in the world's worst wedgie, even before the ends of his fat toes left the ground. He screamed in pain. He screamed so loud that he even managed to attract everyone’s attention away from the still heavily panting donkey. The back of his Y-fronts dug so deep up into his asshole that it started to bleed. The first thing the audience and the cast on stage saw was his long blonde hair, followed by the excruciating look on his thick fat face. He wore, what was to be fair, a beautiful pair of huge white angel wings, also rented from the fancy dress store. These appeared to grow out of the side of his massively bloated huge and low hanging hugely swollen belly. In truth he looked fantastic. But angels are not supposed to have an anus, let alone one that’s been torn open and bleeding profusely. The blood dripped down from his backside between his fat legs, falling down onto the gainer Jesus below.

“Whose had their fun with him?” the virgin Mary enquired with a camp smirk. “They can do that to me!”

The angel Aaron writhed in agony. I’m not so sure if he forgot his line; “Do not be afraid. This very day in David’s town your saviour was born - Christ the Lord!” or if he just didn’t have time to deliver it properly before descending back to Earth, but either way he only kind of managed the last bit.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! He yelled just as the elastic in his underwear snapped and he plummeted naked, ass first onto the manger.

Jesus Fucking Christ, himself, yelled out in pain as the angelic young glutton crash landed on his saviour’s own massive belly. The messiah was badly winded but the human crash mattress had clearly saved the angel’s life. Aaron would never forget that fact. He believed and I also now believe that Shawn Stringer was brought to us to save Aaron. To save everyone like us.

The play came to a premature climax two seconds later when the front end of the donkey seemingly farted and orgasmed at the same time. The back half of the donkey tore itself away from the front, literally ripping its skin and fur wide open. The stark naked Oliver Twitch rolled out and onto the floor, crying and sweating profusely. The second miracle birth of the day had a raging hard-on which the gloriously fat infant tried but failed to reach due to his complete lack of energy and 100 inch circumference belly that lay in the way and rumbled loudly. No one in the cast had eaten for at least the last ten minutes. The three wise men never made it onto the stage but they weren’t at all bothered in the slightest as they had a hundred things they would rather eat than take part in some shitty play.

The audience rose to their feet in appreciation. They clapped and whooped wildly and the standing ovation went on for at least five minutes before everyone retired to the dining hall where Oliver Twitch told me, in the toilets, that it was the sweetest fart that he had ever tasted.

Despite having his life saved that day my life-long best friend Aaron, the fattest guy that I would ever know, still died prematurely. Neither of us ever met Shawn in person again after leaving camp that year. As you know he would go on to bigger and greater things, but Aaron knew that he was always destined to save him, in the way that he could never have saved my mother. He had been too young, too small, to cushion her fall. If only he had been older, fatter. That’s why he dedicated his life to gaining. It was his passion and his destiny. It’s also mine. Aaron Cosby died of a coronary arrest on the 15th of September 2047 aged 42. Even the messiah couldn’t save him from that misfortune.

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[messenger-of-stupidity]

Redacted Summer Camp HC Pt. 1

Hi and welcome back! Since summer is now officially upon us and I want to live vicariously through fictional characters and pretend my summer started well, I’m building headcanons (And a story but that won’t be posted until July if I get it done in time) about the redacted characters and whether or not I think they went to camp, what kind of camp, what did they do, ect. 

Redacted Masterlist   Part Two

HERE WE GO! Starting off strong with thee..... *drumroll please...* UNEMPOWERED (+Cutie)!

Aaron - I wanna say yes, but after his recent audio it doesn’t seem like he got much of a chance to even HAVE a childhood. So he was never a camper at any summer camps. HOWEVER, since being a counselor was a pretty easy summertime job, he signed up for that. (more on this in part two :P) He didn’t enjoy having screaming children to wrangle, but he got paid which was the whole point.

Smartass - They were the kid that had to be supervised during arts and crafts. You KNOW if they had a chance they were bringing scissors with them from the art barn to carve their name into the bunk bed frame (and maybe also a swear word). Also overnight camp. I headcanon them as a problem child, so any peace their parents could get, they took.

Ollie - Yes. But only because his parents forced him. And only when he was in elementary school. He gives me the vibe of the kid that really just wanted to stay home, and tried his best to be ignored by everyone, campers and counselors alike. He made pretty good friends with the camp chef, but it was only a day camp, so he only had to be away for a few hours. When no one was looking, he would sneak off to the kitchen to see if he could help the chef make lunch and maybe eat a few snacks himself. If only the baby learned about the camps made for the geeky (affectionate) people.

Mentor - Yes, but they got involved in summer camp when they were like... 10-12ish. So they were only ever with the older kid groups. They were a counselor for one summer session and never again. They never went to any overnight summer camps, but that was fine with them. Once they were old enough to get a job, they did that instead of camp.

Ivan - I’m not actually sure. For some reason he gives off the vibe of playing soccer/football when he was a kid. So if he did go to camp, it was a soccer camp. After weeks he was miserable and quit.

Baby 1.0 (pre-vega) - Yes. They were in that soccer camp with Ivan. They didn’t quit though. 

Baby 2.0 (post-vega) - No. Just no. I feel like their family took trips during summer instead of camp.

Geordi - We know his parents are geeks, so he was definitely sent to those geeky camps. Like the Camp Half-Blood RP, and Space camp. You’d think all that exposure to so many people would have made him less nervous but no. He can get along well with other geeks, since he knows how to share interests. But anyone outside that group and he’s all anxious. Give him a hug.

Cutie - I feel like there would be camps specifically to help newly manifested empowered to learn their abilities. So Cutie was definitely sent to a telepath camp, even though their family already taught them. It was just so they could learn more about their magic and become a stronger telepath.

Guy - YES! HIS PARENTS WANTED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE! They couldn’t handle him home all day every day for the entirety of summer vacation. This extroverted dude was totally cool with going to camp. He got to experience and put his immunity system to the test. He was the kid you could dare to eat something and he would do it as long as he was going to get something good in exchange. Also he would come back home (since sleepaway camps he was scared of. Homesick baby) with several pet rocks shoved in his pockets. He filled up buckets and his parents would slowly take the rocks out throughout the summer. He did become a counselor and he was the best fucking counselor in the whole camp. Everyone wanted him. 

Honey - They were a camper. A sullen little thing that didn’t want to be there. By the end of the day though they had fun, even if they refused to admit it. They went to sleepaway once and never again. They prefer day camps, especially the ones connected the local school system. (Honey meets Guy at summer camp fic anyone?) They did become a counselor (Guy counselor with Honey fanfic anyone?). They were that counselor that everyone but their campers were scared of. They basically gave their camper scary dog privileges, but they would spoil the hell out of their campers when no one was looking. You could also bribe them with sweets.

Next up! The Wolfs and the Mates! (+Vincent & Lovely) (Part two will contain DAMN, and the others. Idk if there will be a part 3. maybe.)

David - Only because Asher convinced his dad before David was able to stop him (See more on this later). He’s not happy about it, but he will go. The only problem is, he’s that snitch of a kid that the bunk counselors leave in charge when they go to the nightly meetings. He’s left in charge. All the kids that don’t know him that well are too scared of him so it just leaves him, Asher, and Milo to do the shenanigans themselves. He makes sure they always clean up afterwards. He never became a counselor even though he would have been the most responsible. Not even Asher could make him. Besides, when he was a teenager he was preparing for leading the pack, so he was busy. 

Angel - I can feel it in my bones that they were like Smartass in the way that their parents wanted some peace. I feel like Angel went to the same day camp for June and then during July they would do sleepaway camps. They ended up becoming a counselor at both their favorite camps once they were old enough. They were the most popular counselor because they let the campers get away with all sorts of nonsense and would join it with a grin and three cans of silly string. If you got them as a counselor, you were having a bomb ass summer vacation. As a camper, Angel was a total anklebiter. They would throw that dodgeball at your head, they didn’t give a fuck. They would also be the kid the lurks by the prize table so they don’t have far to go if their name was called. It never got called, but they had a fun summer nonetheless. (Basically the same as Guy since similar energy. Although now I wanna write a fanfic where Guy and Angel are paired up to be camp counselor and the shenanigans as Honey and David watch on in growing horror.)

Asher - He went to boy scouts camp, I just know it. His favorite part was the archery because David would get all pissy when he pretended not to know where to point it. Asher would routinely get lost  in the woods and would just randomly show up hours later with twigs in his hair and a toothy grin. No one knows where he went or what he did to this day. If it’s ever brought up he just starts grinning but doesn’t answer. He also snuck in candy into the camp and would stay awake eating it with Milo while David lectured them on the importance of routines. When he was old enough to be a counselor, he got a job as a pool lifeguard instead. Camp was fun, but it’s too restrictive in routine for him to properly claim as enjoying his summer vacation.

Baabe - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Baabe gives off such an artsy vibe. They definitely went to a day camp or even a sleepaway camp dedicated purely to arts and crafts. They had a blast and came home with paintings, pottery, string art, sketchbooks, tie-dye clothes, ect. They were never a camp counselor though. And they only went to camp once, but spent the rest of their summer doing whatever.

Milo - He was brought along to the boy scout camp along with David and Asher. David cleaned up from the pranks, Asher did the pranks when he wasn’t lost in the forest, but Milo was the one that got the original materials. He claimed since he was shorter than the other two, he would be able to sneak it out easier. He really just finessed his way into getting the counselors to pretend they didn’t see anything. He loved the rock climbing, but could have done without the heights. David told him it was counterproductive and Milo told him to get off his ass. He did, however, volunteer at the geeky roleplay summer camps for kids. He liked being able to chase kids around and make them laugh. He especially enjoyed the werewolf oriented camps for empowered kids, and he would become like some kind of mother duck. Like, he would walk out of the tree line in his wolf form with a bunch of pups following him like baby ducklings. It didn’t even need to be in his wolf form. He routinely came back since the campers basically worshipped him. It helped him build up his confidence.

Sweetheart - They were a master at the obstacle courses at scout camp. A menace not to be trifled with. But they didn’t ever really enjoy it. They did enjoy going to empowered focused camps and playing the games there. They were the undefeated winner of hide and seek, magic or no and seeker or hider it didn’t matter. They were going to win. They also pulled several pranks but no one ever thought it was them, so they got away with it. But I also headcanon that Sweetheart knew what they wanted to do with their life, so when they were old enough to be a camp counselor, they were too busy training to enter the Department.

Darlin - Oh they DEFINITELY WENT TO CAMP! They hated the activities where they needed to work in a group. If they went to a scout camp, their favorite part was swinging the knife around at arm’s length to represent their “blood circle”. The knife was taken away after that. But they also were the kid the chased other kids with a worm on a stick or something. They were a menace. But when they didn’t have something cool they wanted to show others, they were pretty quiet. They tended to sit away from everyone else and be quiet. The counselors didn’t know what to do with them. No they were never a counselor. Sleep away camps were their favorite.

Sam - Horse. Camp. Cowboy. Camp.  Nah but for real, he does seem like he would spend his summers on local horse ranches. I can feel it in my bones that Sam liked the calm atmosphere that horses can give off. It also taught him to be patient and not express his temper as much. Valuable lessons. He was never a counselor, but he did keep volunteering to help when he could until he left to go to DAMN.

Vincent - Despite his fancy attitude, he seemed like the rest of us average mortals in his first video. I think he only went to a two week long day camp every summer with his friends. It wasn’t ever about the activities. He just wanted to hang out and goof off with his friends. But he was a camp counselor. He was labeled “the hot counselor” behind his back. He was well aware though and as awkward as it was, it was also kind of flattering. He was a really fun counselor though and would try to make sure that his cabin always got the good shit. He also tried to follow the rules, only allowing a small bend in the rules. He doesn’t want to get a bad reputation after all.

Lovely - They were the fantasy rp camper. They found every single one that they could, attending each other as much as possible. Everyone who was a permanent staff member there knew their name by heart. Lovely was content to just go along with what they were supposed to do, mainly just excited to be there. And yes, they did become a counselor there. If only because they wanted to continue to experience it.

[pbandjesse]

I am struggling to keep my eyes open. I am ridiculously tired. I did not get much sleep last night and was just a little tired all day. It was not a bad day though and was a good way to end the week.

When I woke up this morning after only sleeping 4 hours I didn't feel to horrible. At least when it came to being tired, actually feeling I was so wildly hot. 105 feels like heat. And I'm lucky to mostly be in the shade but it was so so stupidly hot.

Before it got to hot I would spend a half hour collecting berries to fill a jar. It was fun. I tried to remember the rule for foragers about leaving some for other. I also went for manly ones that I didn't think the campers would access. More off the beaten path ones. And they are always the most beautiful color.

I would hang in my hammock while I waited for my first group. It was a little damp from the rain and smelled a little musty but it was fine. I just wanted to cool down.

At 920 I went to sit inside to wait for my group. But they never came. I felt really annoyed after waiting 25 minutes I called their villager director and they gave me a weird attitude about checking.

Tony would come up at 1005 and let me know that the group was still coming and I laughed out loud. I would barely get through the instruction in that time! He agreed with me after seeing what the project was. And would tell the girls to not bother coming to arts and crafts. I felt bad but there was just no way I could make it work.

So I wouldn't have a group until 1030. And that group was great. Girls. Made the lizards. We're sweet. And I was just happy they were having fun.

Lunch was stressful. The SSCs were tubing so they weren't there to serve the meal. The ropes staff would jump right in. I would get permission to get mayo and would make an egg salad and potato chip sandwich. I ate out side and felt a little embarrassed when Aaron called me over and I was a little snippy (because I was so hot) but he was offering me some birthday cake. Which was really nice. I would have loved cake but my teeth were bring a little bit mainly I was worried it wouldn't make me feel nice. Though I would have loved the cake but I still said no.

Because I was on a mission. I had heard a rumor that came had gotten us swag. Specifically a fake Stanley style cup. There were multiple colors and I needed the light blue/purple one so bad.

So I got right to the office. Got a big hug from Heather. Who asked if I still work there after barely seeing me all week but I counted that every time I came by she was busy!!

Soon though Alexi would direct me to the gator next time the office or get my swag. A new fanny pack (that I'm giving to Jess), a fan, a note book, a flash light, and the cup! I got one of the last of the light blue/purple. I was so happy.

Ray, who was handing out the swag, had me sign off that I picked up my stuff. And then it was back to art to chill.

I had three more groups. Two day camp and the tipis kids. And it was fun. The day camp were very sweet and tired very hard. The one group was day camp two and I wasnt originally going to have them do bead lizards and was a little caught off guard when they wanted to do them.

And so with the help of the counselor we would get every little baby a bead lizard to take home. Apparently there has been some coveting over the project because of different patterns and colors. Pretty cool that they liked this product so much.

Finally it was tipis. They would be all over the place, in a good way. I had been finishing with day camp 2 when they got in and because tipis is great they just waiting inside and started working on stuff without me.

But I would get the little kids finished and sent off. And jumped into showing the ones who wanted to know how to make bead lizards and having cats with others. I had two girls learning how to make a lanyard out of gimp string. I set them up to watch a video and then would figure it would pretty quickly. I was very proud.

I would eat them go through my get rid of pile clothes. And they all helped clean up and pack up the materials. I was very happy.

I would spend the next half hour or so, after saying goodbye to the group, prepping for next week's project. Print making on 3 ways. I have high hopes because it's been so good in the past but you never know.

It was a really easy drive home after that. I would pack some snacks for the market tomorrow and my two bags. And would be home by 430.

I was already struggling to keep my eyes open on the road but I did it. And got home before I killed myself. I would check on all the animals. Cleaned some snails out of the frog tank. The two remaining frogs after the loss of one of the toast brothers.

After finishing some chores and taking showers, me and James would go for a walk when they got home. Over to CVS to see if they had a better wrist brace for me because I need something more specific. And then we went to the pizza place. Where I ordered manicotti and fries and James got a burger.

Walking home was though felt like death. It was so impossibly hot in the sun. The barely 10 walk was going to kill me.

When we got home I went to lay in our room. And James would bring food and it was good. But tasted almost like curry?? Confusing but not bad. The garlic bread tastes really good but a different texture then expected. The fries were excellent. And I got a strawberry Dr pepper that was ice cold and it was great.

I've spent the rest of this evening lounging and eating to many snacks and trying to fight your eyes to stay open .

But I think I will let myself sleep now. I have a big market tomorrow and I'm really excited but also really nervous. So wish me luck. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[cynsualc829]

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[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Phoenix and I made a list awhile ago about which campers would be TA. Ignore how half of these are OCs haha

So we have for the TA: @phoenix--flying (remember this list?)

Alabaster (son of Hecate)

Ethan (son of Nemesis)

Silena (daughter of Aphrodite)

Chris (son of Hermes)

Luke (son of Hermes)

Harley (son of Hephaestus)

Eliis (son of Ares)

Callie (daughter of Calliope) (OC)

Amara (child of Eros) (OC)

Lorelai (child of Thanatos) (OC)

Sara (child of Thanatos) (OC)

Raine (child of Thanatos) (OC)

Aaron (son of Eros) (OC)

Erin (daughter of Eros) (OC)

Mitchell (son of Aphrodite)

Valentina Diaz (daughter of Aphrodite)

Cecil Markowitz (son of Hermes)

Lou Ellen Blackstone (daughter of Hecate)

Clovis Alora (son of Hypnos)

Layla (OC)

Patrice (OC)

Polaris (son of Polaris) (OC)

Darcel (son of Selene) (OC)

Hina (daughter of Helios) (OC)

THIS LIST <3

I like headcanoning the minor characters as Ta. It's fun! (Also makes the whole Lester coming to camp hilarious considering the whole... massacre. Hilarious to me. Not to them probably.) And this makes nearly the entire Aphrodite cabin ex-Ta like hahahshs YES.

Also TA Ocs are just *chef's kiss*. I love them.