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puppypopcornpizza · 2 years ago

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Safety

Warnings ➳ descriptions of experiencing a panic attack

Pairing ➳ Daryl Dixon x F!reader

Word Count ➳ 856

It seemed to build. Coiling and winding until it couldn't, twisting her insides and constricting her throat until she felt the air taunt her.

But Alexandra's walls stood, sheltering false normality against chaos. They were safe against what was - enough so that she stood in a dimly lit room with alcohol and laughter and music mingling in the air. Attending a gathering she thought she'd never again see. But they weren't safe, none of them were safe and they wouldn't make it. They weren't going to survive and everything would unravel but they shouldn't.

Still her mouth went dry and her fingers trembled, eyes darting between smiles and drinks. Throat tightening the longer she stood - she knew she couldn't stifle much longer. Heart racing at a clatter to the ground. She couldn't move, her ears felt submerged. A hyper awareness yet she wasn't aware. She couldn't move.

Glenn's voice, to her, was something in the background, the constant thump of a heartbeat raged in her ears. A shake to her shoulder and resolve splintered into fragments - everything felt fast.

She needed to move - to leave. Legs carrying her into the night, the more she collided with people the harder her nails would dig into her palms. Unsteady fingers pulled the door open and the second cool air grazed her skin she gasped like she'd been suffocated. Drowning - she felt like she was drowning.

Her grip found the railing as gasps turned to sobs, tears stinging her eyes and she still couldn't breathe. Ribs feeling as though they've shrunk to constrain her lungs, nails digging into the wood.

She couldn't breathe. She needed to breathe. The air felt as though it'd been sucked from her, like a python had wrapped itself around her.

"We're not safe."

But they were safe - but they also weren't. The farm should have been safe, the prison, Terminus. They should have been safe. They weren't safe.

"We're not safe." A repeating mantra to remind her, sobs between words that struggled their way out.

Another gasp before she felt fingers on her shoulder again. She didn't know how long she let splinters and chipped paint dig into her palms before she spoke.

"I'm fine, Glenn."

"Ya don' look fine."

Everything seemed to shatter once more. Widened eyes met with pale blue and confusion, Daryl's hand was still on her shoulder.

"It's not-" Her eyes darted across his face as if he were a walker, like movement would cause attack. "I didn't - you weren't…"

His grip left and her fingers wrapped over his wrist, hyperventilating while trying to find focus on something. His jacket was cold - skin colder and there were veins and he had tattoos on his hand. Nails gnawed on just like hers and he had scars over his knuckles. She tried to concentrate on scars.

"Hey," his voice was softer than normal. "Hey look at me."

He wasn't panicked, features neutral and gaze locked with hers. Fringe covering his eyes that made them look almost black in the light, scruff across his jaw and longer at the chin.

"Yer safe, okay? Ain't gonna let anything happen to ya."

He held out his constrained hand, her clutch on the fabric slowly loosening. Her hands looked smaller in his. Thumb running over her knuckles, she felt the callouses even with her own. He just stood there, repeating patterns over her skin until breathing became easier and tears stopped. She didn't understand how.

"I'm sorry," sleeves that were too long wiped at stained cheeks.

Daryl cocked his head, in a way that he was almost studying her or trying to make sense of an apology made in panic.

"Don' have to apologise," he squeezed her hand in his.

She wanted to laugh - her body felt numb and heavy but she wanted to scream until her throat was raw. A sudden conflict of every emotion she could feel but also nothing at all.

"They haven't been that bad in a while."

He chewed at his lip, eyes lowering to his boots or their hands - she couldn't tell. Sentences mulling over in his brain for a response that wouldn't inflict. She didn't know what he could say.

But he pulled and she followed, fingers intertwining as they fell into step along the road. Crickets chirped in the darkness and she walked closer to him.

He tensed when their shoulders touched, like he'd forgotten her hand in his. Almost a vice grip before he relaxed and she ran her thumb along his forefinger.

"Think Carol made hot chocolate," the house came into view as he spoke. She felt warmth melt into the nothing.

"Thank you."

"For wha'?"

"Taking me back to the house like a toddler," she held their hands up with a tired smile.

He snorted as a small grin spread and he bumped her shoulder, "s'nothin'."

And then she realised her cheeks hurt from smiling, and a blush spread but she felt comfortable and safe. That Daryl was her safety and that brought as much solace as it did fear.

"Huh."

"Wha'?"

He glanced at her from the step above, hands still locked and she wanted to smile at how he wouldn't let go.

"You're safety."

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

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caffieneaddictt18 · 5 months ago

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Chokehold Cherry Python

"Gotta be quicker than that!" I call out to the pair of recruits on the sparring mat, circling them.

"We're moving as fast as we can!"

"Then the enemy will be faster than you! And you will die." I approach the two sparring. "Take a water break and come back."

"Yes, ma'am." They both nod and run to their water bottles, chugging it like it's the one thing keeping them alive.

"Let's practice footwork until they come back." I tell the rest of the squad.

"Ma'am? We've already done that." A man says, standing away from the forming line to start footwork exercises.

"Okay? And you can do it again. If you are anything like those two, you'll need it." I turn to face the recruits running the course.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I am much faster than those two." The same recruit protests. I turn my head to look at him.

"Do you want to put that to the test?" Venom collecting in my mouth as I hold back from completely spewing it.

"Hell yeah." He lines up to run the course.

"Oh no," I grab his arm, "We're sparring."

His eyes get big at that. "But- Ma'am-"

"I thought you said that you were 'much faster than those two'. Prove it. Spar with me," I check his name tag, "Jackson." My eyes hold his, a challenge.

He bristles before straightening up. "Fine. Let's spar."

"Recruits!" I start walking back to the mat, taking off my jacket, "Jackson here has volunteered to do a demonstration on why footwork is important! Especially in hand-to-hand combat, should you ever find yourself in such a situation." I throw my jacket onto a bench, and square myself for sparring. "Jackson? Would you like to start us off?"

He stands on the mat, rolling his shoulders. "Sure. Why not?" He throws an obvious punch, his stance giving him away. I easily sidestep the hit and get under him, hitting his ribs, moving away just as fast as I moved in, circling the man.

"To make this a fair fight, I am allowing you to get punches in. Whether they hit or not is up to you." I tell Jackson, stopping in front of him.

He looks at me with determination in his eyes, swinging his legs out, trying to trip me. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite reach and leaves him open. I put my foot as a stopper against his leg. "Never do that again. It left you wide open. Try again."

His venom starts to gather in his eyes... interesting.

He gets up and gets back into his stance, following my movements. He takes a deep breath, and takes a punch with his non-dominant hand, straight for my face. What? Next thing I know, while I am dodging his non-dominant hand, his dominant follows closely behind it, hitting my cheek.

Well fuck...

I'm on the floor, looking up at him. He looks cocky now. Too soon.

I dart around his feet, throwing him off balance and then launch myself at him, wrapping around him like a python, my legs tight against him. I wrap my arms around his throat in a chokehold and throw us, so he lands on his stomach, taking the brunt of us hitting the bouncy, carpeted flooring. Obviously, I don't want to kill him, so I make sure to move my hands to his back once I notice us going down, so he won't die when we land.

I grab his flapped-out arms and twist them behind his back. "Tap out, Jackson." He quickly starts yapping, "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" tapping me. I get off him, letting go of him.

"And that is why footwork is important! Footwork is not just for being quick but helping develop muscles in your legs you didn't even know were there. That move? The launching move? Dubbed 'The Python' buy your senior squad mates." I stand with Jackson gathering himself a few feet in front of me.

I squat down so I am at eye level with Jackson. "Now, when I say to run the footwork drills, just do it. They do help." I get up, holding his gaze. "Run the drills three times, and Lee, please take Jackson here to the medbay. He's gonna want to get checked out."

"Yes, ma'am." Lee, a male recruit, comes over and supports Jackson, guiding him to the medbay.

I watch the rest of the squad finish filing in line for the drills, and just so happen to see the 141. Fucking assholes...

"Start! Three times!" I bark the directions at my recruits, and head over to the men standing there.

"Hello, gentlemen. Can I help you?" I stand at rest.

"Why do you train your recruits so hard?" The man with the mohawk, callsign Soap, asks, looking concerned for my recruits.

"Recruit Jackson has been arrogant through all of training. Unfortunately, he chose to run his mouth in my court, so to speak." I move my body, so I can see my recruits doing their second round of drills. "Keep it up!"

"In your court, huh?" Skull mask, callsign Ghost, inquires. Clearly looking for more information.

"Yes, sir." I don't give him any.

"Care to elaborate?" Ghost sounds irritated. This is no longer an inquiry but an order.

"A while back, I started doing this launching move. My squad mates dubbed the move 'Python' as I already had my callsign." I explain the bare minimum.

"Ah. So that's what you did to him." Price's voice rumbles from his chest.

"Yes, sir. I am afraid that I went overboard, but nothing was broken when he left, sir."

"No worries, Sergeant. I'm not here about that." Price holds a hand up, stopping me from further explaining.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you here for, sir?" I look at him seriously, breaking my field of vision away from my recruits. Him and his team are getting on my nerves...

"What I've been asking for a while now...

Are you ready to join the 141?... Cherry."

Yippee! I have an idea! Just a small one, but it's gotten me to write this so far... leave a comment if you liked it! Bye bye for now!

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worldjumper · 11 months ago

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Ship log: 0005.5

Current Captain: Alexander V. Brochure

Time of Writing: 12/3/1977 AT

Status: Public announcement to all crew. Conversation between [Captain Alexander V. Brochure], [Deckhand Calvy R. Firefome], and [Rossy Riviter's captain, Sally Goodmen]

Sally: I'm sorry, what the f*** do you mean we're all fired!

Calvy: While I do not necessarily agree with Sally's choice of language, I would like to know, captain, as to the circumstances leading to the dismissal of the Riveters. I was not consulted in this matter, and I can't find any documents from the Company allowing such an action

Alexander: You don't get paid to ask questions Calvy.

Sally: I sure as hell don't! What do you mean we're fired!? We have a full contract that lasts till the gold belt! Along with union assurances!

Alexander: Like I stated, your crew have distracted my crew, and have desturbed the peace on my ship! I simply can not let that slide!

Sally: The hell are you talking about! We barely interact with anyone, from the other parts of the ship! Preston is the only one who bothers coming down here, and that's just because he's contractually obligated to make sure we haven't turned into raisins!

Calvy: I also have to agree. There hasn't been anything to even subject that. Not to mention those are too vague to reasonably be considered reliable grounds for anything.

Alexander: Look, I don't have to explain anything to some engineering crew. Yet alone a fired one. You will be left onto Amon. End of discussion.

Sally: Yeah, you've said that! Also, AMON!?! How the hell are we suposed to get home from there!?

Hello?!?

Don't Ignore me, Alex!!! So help me!

Calvy: Look, I'm sure he's just acting out. I'll make sure you can stay aboard the Python. I'll even arrange for extra pay for the inconvenience.

Alexander: Don't step out of line Calvy! This is my final decision, and as the captain of the vessel, it is non-negotiable.

Calvy: Wha???

Sally: Hey look, the coward shows himself.

Alexander: As for your conserns of how you'll get home, Sally. Why not use those union transports your all so proud of. maybe get some use ouut of them.

Sally: IN THE MIDDLE OF BUM F*** NOWARE!? You're stranding us on an isolated gas giant sectters away from any major node jumps!

Alexander: Well, you should have thought about that before you destroyed the peace on my ship. Once on the planet, I'll hire some real engineers!

[Captain Alexander V. Brockure] has blocked all messages from [Rossy Riviter Captain Sally Goodmen].

Sally: Did, he just block my messages?

Calvy: It would seem so.

Sally: Mother... Ya know what, I'm glad I made this text log public so everyone else on the ship can see.

Calvy: I wonder if he noticed that. Hopefully, he realizes what he's done and peddles back. his reputation would be ruined if he didn't.

Sally: We'll have to see.

[Captain Alexander V. Brockure] has unblocked all messaged from [Rossy Riveter Captain Sally Goodmen].

Alexander: Go ahead, make it public!! I don't care! This is my ship and my crew! You can't touch me! Do you know who I am little girl!!!

[Captain Alexander V. Brockure] has been permanently kicked from this call by [Deckhand Calvy R. Firefoam] with no defined time limit

Sally: Damn, kicked his ass out before he could finish his rant? smart move overall, but he's gonna be pissed at you for that from what I've seen.

Calvy: It's fine. I'll handle this privately.

Sally: Beter that than let him humiliate himself more. Good luck with him. me and my girls are gonna bounce.

Calvy: Wait, What? You don't have to!!! His word isn't legally-binding!

Sally: Yeah, but if someone like that is in power here, I think it's best if me and my girls go while the getting is good. We'll manage.

Calvy: Very well, I will calculate the current payment for you and your crew based on the job you have completed. Hopefully, you will find your way home. without incident.

Sally: Same here. Good luck with, whatever Alexander is doing.

#lethal company #science fantasy #scp #worldbuilding #scp inspired #writing ideas #ship logs #writing

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an-ecu-harrypotter-au · 1 year ago

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TPS Part 16: Masters Of The Chambers

Ah'm cryin in the bathroom cause Ah jus know this ain't gonna end well. Jacklin ain't even had that bow 'er daddy gave 'er when she left tha's how serious it is. Ah can't stop havin all these visions like one bout the giant wizard's chess game, one bout Quirrell attackin 'er an everythang just bein on fire. It's awful. Ah jus can't let 'er go alone but Ah can't go wit 'er cause Ah dunno what Ah'm doin.

"Ah jus gotta go wit 'er. She don't even know wha's in there past Fluffy."

Ah leave ta find Godric's paintin.

"Godric? What do Ah gotta do here?"

"Go."

"Ok."

Ah practically run out the room when Ah know nobody's seein me ta go an find 'er. Ah didn't need ta go far cause Ah see 'er on the main set a stairs.

"Jacklin."

She turns ta see me.

"We need to be quiet. Get under the cloak so no one can see us."

Ah scurry on over ta her. Ah realize this' mah first time actually usin this. Ah don't even know if it's workin.

"Ah dunno everythang that's gonna be down there but Ah know there's gonna be a chessboard that we ain't gonna be able ta walk past without playin. Ah got the exact set a moves we gotta do up till Ah'm facin the White Queen."

"What does that mean?"

"Ah dunno she comes up ta me an everythang gets fuzzy after that."

Ah see Jacklin's startin ta get nervous like any normal kid should be.

"We're here. Now when we go in I have a plan to distract Fluffy with bright lights from my wand while you open the trapdoor."

Ah ain't got any better ideas so no point in arguin.

"Ok."

She opens the door an is about ta use 'er wand when Ah hear music.

"Wha's that noise?"

Ah jus see Fluffy sleepin. All 3 heads.

"It's a harp. Professor Quirrell must have already been here. We need to move fast. Who knows when Fluffy will wake up."

Ah practically dive ta the trapdoor an open it.

"How far down do ya think it goes?"

"I have no idea. The only way to find out is to jump."

Ah gulp. Too late ta turn back now but it still don't mean Ah don't feel like Ah'm gonna pee mahself. Jacklin an Ah hold hands then jump.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Ah dunno how long we was fallin but landin on what feels like a buncha jelly worms don't make me feel better.

"Help Ah can't move! Wha's happenin?!"

"I don't know, Toby. I can't see. I think we're in Devil's Snare."

Ah start panickin cause Ah know we ain't spose ta let it touch us. Devil's Snare's like the plant version of a python. Ah know all bout what python's do an start cryin.

"We're gonna die!"

"No we're not! I just need to get to my wand. You know they hate fire and sunlight."

It really starts ta tear inta mah skin.

"Hurry Jacklin!"

Ah can hear 'er struggle even though Ah can't see 'er. Ah close mah eyes cause Ah'm too scared.

"INCENDIO!"

Ah dunno wha happened but Ah feel us fallin again.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Spongify!"

Ah land on somethin soft like a pile a feathers. Ah know this' an emergency mission but Ah gotta cry fer a second bout how we didn't die jus now.

"Toby?"

Ah try ta pull mahself tagether an stand up.

"Ok. Ah can keep goin. How'd ya do that?"

"I'll explain later. We need to keep moving. Even though we overcame two obstacles who knows how far ahead Professor Quirrell is."

Ah start ta follow 'er an see a set a stairs.

"Where's that go?"

"I have no idea, Toby. It might be another way for Headmaster Dumbledore to get in and out since he can't apparate within school grounds to the Philosopher's Stone."

We go through this door an Ah see a buncha flyin keys high in the air. Then Ah see a door cross the room.

"Let's see. There's a broom, a locked door, and a lot of flying keys. I know what we need to do."

"What?"

"Look at the lock. What does it looked like?"

Ah look real close at it.

"Looks real old cause it's dull an all. Ah think it's steel blue. That's bout all Ah got."

"I see it. Now I know exactly what to do. Toby wait right here. This is just like Quidditch. I need to catch the key just like the Golden Snitch."

Ah watch 'er get on a broom an start chasin the key. She's got real good eyes if she's able ta keep track a that key. Ah see 'er whizzin round an jus like Quidditch she ain't seein what she's bout ta crash inta.

"I have it!"

"Jacklin the wall!"

She turns jus in time ta not directly hit the wall but the tail end a the broom hits it. It starts spiralin an Ah move out the way so Jacklin can jump an not hurt herself.

"Thank you, Toby. Now let's see if this works."

Ah put the key in the lock an it opens. Ah look at the wings an notice somethin's weird bout it.

"Why's that key got a bent wing?"

"Someone else already grabbed it. That's how I was able to catch it so fast. It was slower than the other keys."

"Ok."

Ah follow 'er through the door an Ah see the one thang Ah was scared of.

"This' the chessboard one. We're awready on it so only way through's ta play."

"This could take a while."

Ah see 'er lookin at it like she's teachin me how ta play on mah smaller chessboard.

"Jacklin we ain't got time fer that! Ah saw how we gotta play through this."

"Oh. How do we start?"

Ah make sure Ah got mah letters an numbers right.

"Well ya know jus fill in the blank squares. We ain't got a Black Queen an we ain't got a Black Knight. So we fill 'em."

We go ta our spots.

"White has to start first."

"Yeah."

The White pawn moves. Jus like mah vision Ah move our own pawn.

"Pawn ta D-5."

Ah gulp when White takes out our pawn.

"Welp. This jus gonna go exactly like mah vision then. The White Queen's gonna be a lotta trouble but ya gotta trust me on this."

"I understand, Toby."

We try playin our way through the board an it goes exactly how mah vision says it does. Ah realize now why the White Queen was comin up ta me. Jacklin ain't gonna like it but we've gone too far ta quit now.

"Toby? What do we do now?"

"Only thang Ah got left's ta make mah move so the White Queen moves way from the White King."

"What?! No you can't, Toby. There has to be another way!"

"Jacklin Ah ain't no chess expert! Ah tol ya we gotta do it like mah vision done said it's gotta go. Quirrell's probly gonna get Voldy back ta life by the time yer done tryna not be a wimp!"

Ah know it was mean but it shut 'er up. Fer once Ah know Ah'm right bout somethin an she knows it too. If Ah'm gonna be gettin mah block knocked off by the White Queen might as well do it now than sit round waitin.

"Knight to H-3."

Ah walk up ta mah square an if chess pieces had eyes they'd be starin right at me.

"Check."

The White Queen comes up ta me once Ah say it. She's got that spear type thang she's been usin ta take out the other pieces. Ah watch 'er lift it up in the air. This' gonna sting.

Jacklin's POV

I scream once the White Queen knocks Toby out by hitting him right in the head. I have to finish the game and then go back to Toby. Just as he said, the White Queen isn't blocking me from the White King. I have to take her out which would put him in Checkmate. I walk up to her and look at the White King.

"Checkmate!"

The White Queen crumbles and the White King's sword falls to my feet. The door opens which means the game is over. I run back to Toby who's trying to sit up. I can tell he's injured.

"Toby are you alright?"

"Huh?"

His eyes do not look right at all. They look clouded and I know he's not at all fit to duel.

"Ah can keep goin. We gotta move."

I help him up and we walk through the door. I see the troll and sigh in relief that it's already been dealt with. Now I know this was Professor Quirrell's work since only a master duelist can take out a troll like this.

"What could possibly be after this?"

I help Toby through the next door and as soon as we take a step inside we're surrounded by rings of fire. A table appears with various bottles. That's when I finally understand what's been going on. These obstacles have been placed by the different professors. This must be Snape's obstacle.

"Whoa. Fire's everywhere."

That alone tells me Toby isn't feeling so well. He would've reacted to the flames way sooner. I see a piece of paper unfold revealing a riddle.

"Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind, Two of us will help you, whichever you would find, One among us seven will let you move ahead, Another will transport the drinker back instead, Two among our number hold only nettle wine, Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line. Choose, unless you wish to stay here for evermore, To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four: First, however slyly the poison tries to hide You will always find some on nettle wine's left side; Second, different are those who stand at either end, But if you would move onwards neither is your friend; Third, as you see clearly, all are different size, Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides; Fourth, the second left and the second on the right Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight."

"The second left and second right are the same. Two of the bottles have nettle wine in them. If they taste the same these two must be the wine."

I move the two bottles out of the way.

"Poison is always on the wine's left side. That makes the bottle on the left and the 5th bottle poison for sure."

I move those two bottles out of the way. Only three bottles are left with one last bottle of poison remaining. I can tell Toby's condition is dwindling and I need to figure this out fast.

"The ones on each end won't take you forward, but they can take you backwards. They're also different and since the one on the left is poison, the one on the right's for the purple flames."

I move the bottle for the purple flames forward because I know Toby needs to get out of here.

"And now it comes down to this. One bottle has poison. The other will take us through the black flames. Since neither dwarf nor giant holds death inside, that means the smallest and largest bottle can't be poison. Therefore this smallest bottle must be the potion to get through the black flames."

I look at the bottle. There's only enough for one of us and I know exactly what to do.

"Toby, take this potion. You need to get back up the stairs and get help."

He shakes out of his daze and looks at me confused.

"What?"

I look at him right in the eyes.

"Listen to me."

The mood shifts. Despite his natural tolerance, I can tell he's under the spell of my Veela magic.

"Don’t argue with me. You need to get Professor McGonagall now. Take this potion that will send you back. This spell will only break once you tell her what happened."

Even though he doesn't want to obey, his body reacts to the command. He drinks the potion and slowly walks back through the purple flames.

"And now the moment of truth."

I drink what I think is the potion that will take me forward. I make my way to the door and open it.

Toby's POV

Ah dunno wha's happened but Jacklin's got some kinda spell on me. She still got the cloak an Ah can't stop mahself from walkin tryna find some teacher.

"Mr. Kwimper! What on earth are doing out of bed?!"

Ah hear McGonagall an tha's when everythang hits me. Ah spill everythang tha happened an Ah can't stop till Dumbledore comes outta nowhere.

"Please relax, dear boy. I will deal with him, Professor McGonagall. Just wait for us at the top of the stairs."

"Very well, Headmaster."

"Now follow me to the dungeons, Mr. Kwimper. There is a stairway that will take us directly down to the underground chamber."

Ah jus follow 'em back ta where Jacklin was. Ah jus hope she ain't died. Ah can't even care bout mah head hurtin.

Jacklin's POV

I'm now in a large amber room and walk down a set of steps. As we've long expected, I see Professor Quirrell standing in front of a 10 foot tall mirror. I lower the hood of the cloak.

"I expected as much, Professor."

He turns around. Now that we're alone he drops the nervous act.

"Clever clever girl."

He snaps his fingers and I find myself thrown to my knees in front of the mirror.

"I knew that boy was a Seer. I led you right to me. And now, my master Lord Voldemort is going to kill you!"

"NO! I demand the stone! Then kill the girl! Show myself to her!"

Professor Quirrell's clearly possessed as he unravels his turban. I'm shocked to see that his reflection has a face on the back of his head.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE!"

I have no choice but to look in the mirror. I only see an older version of me lying in bed. An older boy comes in the room. He looks familar and yet -

"WELL?! DO YOU SEE THE STONE?!"

As soon as I hear that, I know exactly what this is. I start to see the image in the mirror change. I can see my reflection holding the Philosopher's Stone in her hands with the hood of the cloak up. Then I see my reflection stick it into the pocket of my cloak.

"I only see myself and Toby having a big family dinner."

"SHE LIES!"

Before I can even react Professor Quirrell attacks me. His hand wraps around my neck choking me.

"GIVE ME THE STONE!"

I struggle to break free. This is a matter of life and death. I want to say a spell, any spell to force him to let me go. I feel so scared and yet so angry at the same time.

"Ahhhhhh! What is this magic?!"

"FOOL! GET THE STONE!"

I fall to the floor and somehow I managed to set Professor Quirrell on fire. I watch his body burn, which makes a lot of smoke as the fire spreads. I don't know how to get out and I feel like I can't breathe. I don't know where my wand is as I can't feel it in my robe or see it on the floor.

"Help."

I start to cough from the smoke. I don't know how to stop the fire but I feel the stone is still safe with me. I try to walk to where I think the door is, but I collapse and lose consciousness. I can only hope Toby managed to get help in time.

Toby's POV

Dumbledore an Ah get ta the mirror room. Ah see Jacklin on the floor an Dumbledore does some type a magic that makes the fire go way. Ah jus start runnin an trip down the stairs landin on mah knee. Ah don't even feel it hurtin once Ah get ta 'er.

"IS SHE DEAD?!"

"Mr. Kwimper. She's not dead. Find the Philosopher's Stone and give it to me."

Ah can't even try ta say no. Ah find the stone in a pocket an give it ta Dumbledore.

"Thank you, dear boy. Now please, take Miss Gryffindor to the Hospital Wing. I believe you both need immediate attention."

Ah'm jus runnin on autopilot. Ah know Quirrell's burnt ta a crisp but Ah can't even care. Ah somehow manage ta pick up Jacklin an carry 'er up the stairs.

"Come with me, Mr. Kwimper."

Ah see McGonagall at the top a the stairs an Ah follow 'er ta the Hospital Wing. Everythang's all a blur. Ah jus know as soon as Ah sit down on a bed Ah start cryin agin.

"Open your mouth."

Ah feel the nurse open mah mouth an drop two lil buds a somethin in it.

"You need to rest, dear. With that concussion, you should've been brought to me straight away."

Ah think she gave me somethin that made me sleepy. Ah really wanna sleep now. Ah see 'er workin on Jacklin an Ah jus pass out in bed. Whatever she gave me jus really knocked me out.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @nemos-rapture, @xanatenshi, @briefpandatimemachine, @hooked-on-elvis,

@vintagepresley, @aliengoth3, @smokeymountainboy, @bigdaddyelvislover, @mercsandmonsters,

@pledgingmylovee, @presleysgirl6, @thetaoofzoe, and @elvispresley4life.

#toby and the veela #the philosopher's stone #jacklin the veela princess #nonverbal and wandless magic for the win

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levemetal · 1 year ago

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I am back, after fighting my lapt every step of the way, with an update. Gonna put my rambling under the cut!

I followed your tutorial and it worked great! I merely struggled with Paragon, as maturin really really hates my pc and my windows' python installation was all kinds of fucked to hell and back, so I lost a bunch of time there. Until I decided to just hand search like an idiot. (Thank you for the screenshots, they minimized the amount of time I spent looking for Grima's files by undoubtedly many many hours) After I got it into Blender, I kinda gave up merging the face plates onto the model (this is a problem for future Leve).

So, for shit and giggles, I didn't do any edits, exported as .obj for plushify, and threw the file in.

This is what you get when you try and keep the UV map it comes with, aka I broke the webapp lmfao ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

So, back to the beginning, this time telling plushify to ignore and discard the UV map. So now, it looks like this:

I'll be honest with you, at this point I'd be willing to make my own pattern from scratch.

Grima may look complex to pattern, but that is only if you do not break them down into the core shapes. Overall, how difficult Grima is depends on the level of detail you want and its size - you'll undoubtedly have to make compromises at some point and ignore details. At their base level, Grima is essentially a noddle with some flat wings, as shown in this very high effort artist rendition here:

those "Grima is a big mean worm on a string" memes were not kidding. In fact I'll probably modify one of my worm-on-a-strings to a Grima one day.

That aside though, this is a rather simple pattern - the wings can simply be 2d shapes, traced right off the model. The body would be the same as you would do for a snake, merely modifying the areas that get thicker or slimer.

So, there is plenty of material to go off of- and personally, the process of paper-patterning is usually much faster to me than navigating the very bumpy 3d model that is Grima in Plushify and selecting every single seam with some difficulty - that being said I'll try that anyway, because I wouldn't be a Fire Emblem gamer without some degree of masochism.

In fact, I'll probably working off of another pattern I already made - the process is probably quite the same. Here it is!

Yes this is a pattern I made in order to make a Nel, Rafal and Sombron dragon at some point and the armholes were moved downwards in the final version.

Regardless, applied to Grima, quickly scribbled down we'd probably get something like this:

I'd add scales and extra details as 2d pieces to be top-stitched or needle-sculpted on top or insewn (such as the neck plates). For general plush purposes, I'd ignore the mask thing Grima has - although it is certainly an option to give a big plush Grima a mask structure - and then model the face with probably borrowing techniques from fursuit makers.... but then we're no longer really making a cuddly plush so much as a plush figure. Also valid, but different detail level is all!

Also needless to say that pattern is not tested nor scaled properly to begin with - work off it if you want at your own risk lmfao. I may post the Grima pattern I come up with one day, if it's not too complex and if I can be arsed to clean up the pattern enough that it's not only readable by myself. I'm not terribly afraid of complex plushies. I did make an Eternatus after all... My standards have been lowered by it lmao.

And well, if you give up, you can always just- resort to this sort of fella! Potatogrima

(In fact I can offer that pattern up for free - I'd just have to scan in the pieces and clean it up a lil bit)

Anyway, long rant over. Thank you once more for your tutorial, it is bookmarked and saved for any future reference. I will have fun with this new knowledge of extracting Awakening models ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

@levemetal Hope you don't mind my bringing this out to its own post - I saw your tags and wanted to try to help!

So, ripping models is going to be a different process depending on how the game was made; what console it was on, what game engine its built in... There's no one-size-fits-all process, and it's going to require some baseline tech-savvy-ness.

But given that these tags were regarding Grima; I'll tell you more or less how I get models out of Fire Emblem Awakening.

A Ramble-y Overview of Fire Emblem Awakening Model Ripping:

Step 0: Gather your Tools

There's a lot of tools floating around intended to help with 3DS model ripping. Some are very pleasant to use and others are janky, so brace yourself.

For this, you will need:

Citra emulator (for extracting game files)

Paragon (for figuring out where models you want are)

FEAT (for decompressing game files)

SPICA (for exporting models + textures to usable formats)

Blender (for actually working with the models) (or whatever 3d modelling program you like; I only know blender though)

Step 1: Get a ROM of Awakening

Legally obtain one, of course. Assuming you have the game cartridge the 3DS hacking community can help you more with that. Definitely do not download any game roms from any online websites, why, that would be piracy!

Step 2: Extract the Game Files

Open up Citra, add a game directory and tell it where your rom is.

Right click the rom and select "Dump RomFS" to get Citra to start extracting all the game files. This will take a while. Wait for it to be done.

Once its done dumping the files, you're going to want to go to File > Open Citra folder. From there, navigate into "dump", then "romfs", then click the big nonsense folder name - that nonsense is Awakening's game ID, so, this folder is Awakening's game files.

All the models you could ever wish for are in here!!! We just need to actually find them now.

Step 3: Figure out which model(s) you want.

Time to go open up Paragon. This is technically a tool for creating mods of several fire emblem games, but we're not going to mod anything, we're just going to use it to figure out what models belong to which characters.

The github page has instructions on it, but basically you want to open up Paragon and start a new project for FE13. Create some random output folder for it and direct it to that, we don't care. But the "Extracted RomFS Directory" should be the citra folder I just told you how to get to.

Once you have the project open, there will be a lot of buttons and things. Don't worry about all this. The only two you care about right now are "Asset Definitions" and "Presets".

(Ignore the font; I changed paragon's font to awakening's font because i'm a nerd)

Most of the human characters are easiest to find in "Asset Definitions"; some under their english name, others (like Chrom) under their english base class' name.

Grima, though, you can find in "Presets" by searching for "boss".

This entry specifically is the one pertaining to grima's full body model. There's a lot of info here, but the highlighted panel on the right is the information you need; this is telling you the names of the files containing Grima's models and textures!

For human characters, typically the head and body fields will be filled in, and possibly the hair for characters with long hair. some have accessories, some don't.

This complexity is why we use paragon to check instead of checking every single model file manually like fools. (it's me, i'm fools)

Keep this window open for reference at the side for the next step.

Step 4: Go Get the Models

Make a folder somewhere on your computer to keep this character's models.

Then, go back to that Citra folder we opened up earlier.

Awakening's assets are split up into several folders. The folder you want is "b", which has most of the character and weapon models and textures. (This organization scheme is Not consistent between Awakening and the other 3DS fire emblems, watch out.)

In here, find the files paragon is telling you belong to this character, and copy them into your dedicated folder for this model ripping project.

Wow, look at all those files we can't use. Time to make them usable.

Step 5: Decompress the Files

Open up FEAT. Drag all those files onto the FEAT window. It will decompress them; there will be a copy of each file without the .lz file extension. You did it! They're decompressed!

Step 6: Extract the Models and Textures

Open up SPICA.

Click the little Folder button in the top left to open a file. Navigate to this folder you have your decompressed files in. Click on one of the decompressed files.

For MODELS, as in the .m files, you are going to click the Save button. Save each model as a .dae file, and give each a name that will make it clear which model this is - the body, the head, a specific accessory, whatever. (you can choose .smd instead if you want, but you will need a blender addon for importing smd files if you do.)

For TEXTURES, which are the .t files, there is an extra step. In the panel on the right, there is a small anime eye. That is the textures tab. Click on it, and the panel will change to a list of textures that are in that file. You should export all of them by using the special texture export button. DO NOT CHANGE THE NAMES the texture names are important.

Step 7: Blender Time

Tragically this is the most annoying part, and I can't even give you very detailed instructions off the top of my head because the exact steps are so tailored to each specific character.

Open up Blender. Go to File > Import > Collada (.dae) and import the character's component models one by one.

Each individual file will come with its own armature for posing! If you want to have a functional, posable model, you are going to have to join them together yourself. Normally this means taking a component armature, positioning it properly in relation to the body, parenting the component meshes to the body armature, joining the component armature to the body armature, and then taking whatever root bone the component had and setting it's parent bone to the right bone from the body armature. If you just joined a character's head on the body, take the root bone from the head armature and set its parent to the head bone from the body armature. Stuff like that.

Some of the weight painting may be broken, so when you pose joints on the armature some things will move incorrectly. I do not know how to get SPICA not to do that, and I haven't found any other 3DS model exporter that works with awakening that doesn't do that. Try exporting as an SMD instead. If neither dae format nor smd format works right, You're going to have to go in and re-do the broken weight painting manually. There is no shortcut to this. I am sorry.

You will also notice everymodel is split up into several meshes. If you need the character to be one singular manifold mesh, you're going to have to edit it to be that way yourself, in a way that does not destroy the UV maps. There is no shortcut to this. I am sorry.

Also: If it's Grima, be aware that their model is like 3000 blender units long. You will want to scale all their armatures down to 0.1 or something, because Blender does NOT play nice with stuff that big.

Anyway, textures.

In Awakening, a texture name ending in c0 is the base colours. A texture name ending in s0 is a specular map.

If the base colour file looks mostly transparent, that's because it's channel packed; the color and alpha channels contain two different textures. In Grima's case, the color channel is their actual colors, and the alpha channel appears to be an emission map.

So, go on into the shader editor, click on each mesh to open its material, and plug the textures into the right spots on basic shader node provided. Make sure to set the Alpha mode of the channel packed textures to say "Channel Packed". And you're good to go! You can see what the character looks like now!

If parts of textures should be transparent but aren't (like grima's eyes and wing feathers) you're going to have to figure out a solution for that yourself. I manually made my own alpha map for grima's eyes and wings, and it was Annoying but it was the only solution I could find.

Congratulations, you've done it!

You have successfully ripped a model from Awakening. Now go on and modify it however you need to; make better shaders for it, clean up the mesh and unwrap its UVs again for free plushie patterns, do silly posing shenanigans with it. Whatever your heart desires.

Good luck, dear reader, for you will probably need it.

#grima #fe13 #if anyone wants a detailed guide on plush making and specifically patterns #i can try but you'll have to give me a while to gather everything and make the doc readable #as well as gather all the resources and pictures and stuff #model extraction adventures are to be continued one day when my apartment isn't a warzone from freshly moving in #and my depression and migraine is not kicking me into doing nothing with my freetime

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gt-preys · 3 years ago

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Satiate the beast

Naga!Billy, Mouse hybrid!Male reader

Billy is an albino reticulated python

Warning: mentions of digestion (nothing actually happens)

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The morning is slow, feet pattering across wood in the bright light of day beaming in through open curtains.

It's spring again.

The month of bright flowers, warm days and new life.

For most that is.

However for (Y/N)'s village spring means something entirely different.

For them spring brings fear, anxiety and death for one of them.

Growing up in a village that sacrifices a fellow mouse each year to appease a hungry snake god isn't exactly ideal.

Touch wood though (Y/N)'s avoided being picked every year. To be fair sometimes he wonders if the elders even remember to put his name in for the draw, after all he's kind of forgettable.

(Y/N) hums to himself as he moves about his home, chewing on a chunk of nut as wanders. He may not have been picked in the past but that doesn't mean the day doesn't bring him any less anxiety, it only takes one draw to change the score.

A knock at his door breaks his train of thought and so finishing the food in his hand he makes his way over, opening the door to find a familiar face. "Happy first day of spring!" Steve gives awkward little jazz hands as he greets the other mouse who rolls his eyes fondly. Stepping outside, shutting the door behind himself (Y/N) shakes his head "waaaay too cheery for this month dude" he stretches, eliciting a few cracks from his back and shoulders. "Well someone gotta keep spirits up" he shrugs fluffy brown disc ears twitching amongst his hair.

"Yeah no totally, what better day than today to be cheery" he replies blankly. Steve pats him on the back as they begin descending the stairs wrapping around the tree trunk. Not many mice liked staying in hollowed out tree trunk spaces, usually a fear of not being able to flee quick enough but that also meant the trees were usually quieter than the little huts littering the ground. "You aren't gonna get picked and neither am I" Steve tries to reassure his friend "we're going to be fine, we always have been" he wants to believe him, he really does but today feels wrong.

But (Y/N) forces a smile for his friend and returns his back pat "you're right" he nods as they reach the forest floor "just like last year" with another smile from Steve the two make their way through the empty market and towards the little wooden stage set up near the edge of the village. They join the crowd as it starts to form, anxiety is thick in the air. Mice shifting from foot to foot, eyes pinned to the empty podium.

A warm palm slips into his own, Steve giving his hand a squeeze which he returns. (Y/N)'s little pink tail winds around his leg keeping the delicate appendage from being stepped on. He hates crowds, the sooner this is over, the better.

"Hello" a middle aged man takes the stage with a dry greeting with an even dryer response from his nervous audience "as you all know it is once again the first day of spring" he pause to let that sink in as the mice begin muttering anxiously before clearing his throat and speaking once again "which of course means our payment is once again due. As we do every year, all names have been placed into a box and a sacrifice will be drawn at random to keep things fair."

Fair.

(Y/N) wants to scoff. As if, the mayor probably doesn't even put his own name in. He wouldn't be suprised if none of the village elders had their names put in the box.

(Y/N) leans his body slightly against Steve's as the mayor places his hand in the box searching for the 'winning' name. The crowd is full of hushed whispering and prayers. Nobody WANTS to be chosen, but someone must. Lest the snake god lay waste to their small village and devour every last one of them; man, woman and child.

(Y/N)'s mouth feels dry as he watches the mayor pull a white slip of paper from the box, he takes his time unfolding the paper before scanning the crowd with a frown "Steve Harrington. I'm so sorry, my boy" the two mice freeze, he can feel Steve stiffen beside him, the enthusiastic energy he had been keeping up quickly slipping away.

(Y/N)'s mouth drops open in horror as he turns to stare at his friend, who is stuck staring at the stage. They chose Steve, his friend, his only friend, all he has left and they're going to feed him to a giant snake. He can see the guards advancing on them, the crowd parting to let them reach the two. They're going to take Steve from him.

He's going to die.

This isn't fair.

A guard grabs Steve's shoulder and (Y/N) can't stop himself from shoving the man away and stepping in front of his friend, arms outstretched to shield him. Steve grips the back of (Y/N)'s shirt "out of the way runt" the guard growls as he's joined by two other mice. Ouch, that stings.

He can feel the tears in his eyes threatening to spill over onto his cheeks, shaking his head he looks over to the mayor "everyone loves Steve, you can't do this" he sobs, the mayor frowns looking surprisingly remorseful but he shrugs helplessly "it is for the good of the people." (Y/N)'s heart sinks into his stomach and once again the guards are grabbing him attempting to separate the two friends.

He can't lose Steve.

"Wait!" He yells fighting the guards back before once again looking to the mayor "take me" he pleads. The mayor looks puzzled now "I beg your pardon?" Steve tightens his grip on the mouse "(Y/N), no" but he ignores him "I'll be the sacrifice" he declares. The mayor thinks for a moment, Steve is panicking and pleading for the man to withdraw his offer but (Y/N) has made up his mind. This is the best he can do for the older mouse. He'd been so kind to him, this is the least he could do.

With a nod from the mayor the guards are moving again, this time grabbing (Y/N) and pulling him away from Steve. The older mouse screams protests for them to stop but he's ignored as (Y/N) is escorted through the crowd and to a hut to be 'prepped'.

(Y/N) soon finds himself sitting in a warm bath of milky looking water. The air of the bathing room is saturated with sweet smells, accompanied by the smell of the built in wood fireplace crackling away. Maids had already washed his hair and body, lathering him in soaps of all kinds. The entire time they fed him sweet berries and other fruits, the experience would have probably been pleasant if it weren't for the fact that he was being prepped as someone else's main course.

Now left alone to soak, the consequences of his choices start to set in. By the end of today he will have been sacrificed and fed to the snake god. But Steve will be safe, he gets to survive another year. (Y/N) smiles solemnly as he sinks down into the bath, keeping the top half of his head out of the water.

A knock at the door breaks his train of thought "offering?" A soft feminine voice calls through the wood. Offering, that's all he's been referred to since leaving Steve. No longer a person, simply an offering. (Y/N) gives them permission to enter and two maids from earlier enter the room. He is made to leave the bath and stand as the two dress him like an obedient doll, they brush his hair and tail, before looking over their handiwork.

Dressed in white linen pants and a white flowy long sleeved shirt. They leave him barefoot as they bind his wrists in the front. Once they've approved his look, he's led out of the house and to the edge of the village clearing where they hand him over to a singular guard. "Safe journey" the head maid bows her head to the guard who returns the blessing.

They watch the two leave before the guard grabs hold of the rope binding the offerings wrists together. He's pulled along an overgrown pathway, barely able to keep up with the rough tugs that threaten to pull him off balance. The walk is long and (Y/N) is just thankful that the trail has been paved with smooth slabs, the walk would be worse if he got his feet cut up on rocks and twigs.

Soon the brush parts and (Y/N) is left in awe at the structure towering above them. He knew the snake lived in a temple but if the temple was this big...he swallows nervously as he wonders how large the snake god truly is.

Once more a sharp tug on his wrists forces him to start walking, the guard pushes open one of the large doors using his back, refusing to take his eyes off of the mouse even though he had made no escape attempt the entire walk there.

Swinging his arm round the guard uses the momentum to throw the offering inside as he keeps the door open, he releases his grip on the bindings and watches the mouse stumble over his own feet. Luckily (Y/N) manages to keep himself upright, ignoring the rude guard he decides instead to look around the temple's innards.

Once white marble is now graying and cracked, the temple had been abandoned for years before the God appeared or at least so Steve had once told him. Gold paints the tall pillars holding up the large structure, forming an isle towards a raised area at the very back of the temple. A shove in between his shoulder blades sends him stumbling forwards, however this time he can't stop himself from hitting the floor with a harsh smack. "Keep moving!" The guard spits in a harsh whisper. (Y/N) groans in pain at the ache now radiating from his forearms and elbows where he caught himself trying to stop his face hitting the stone floor, as well as his knees.

Not given a moment to breath (Y/N) is ragged back up onto his feet and forced to walk down the aisle. The nerves in his stomach twist and churn the closer he gets to the raised area, he can see a large length of pale yellow scales which trail off into the darkness.

Once at the steps, the guard grabs his shoulder to prevent him walking up onto the raised stone. "Oh mighty snake god" he pauses with a small intake of breath as the tail muscle ripples lightly "it..." he takes a moment to ground himself "it is once again spring and so as promised, we bring you a new offering" he bows his head as a hiss sounds in reply to his little rehearsed speech.

(Y/N) watches as the mass of scales begins sliding across the marble and up one of the pillars, watching as even the thin tail end disappears into the dark above their heads. The mouse gasps trying to back up but the guard's grip keeps him in place as huge tanned hands touch down on the floor of the raised stone, long black claws adorn each finger. A humanoid torso follows, the same tail he had watched disappear is attached to the man at the hips, those same pale yellow scales scatter over the skin as it fades to a thick muscular snake tail.

However it's the face of the god that has him in awe. The man has an angular jaw to match his muscular body, a head of long blonde curly hair brushes his shoulders. Piercing ocean blue eyes fall upon him as the snake takes in his appearance.

He hadn't expected the snake god to look so normal.

So much like them.

The snake lowers itself to be able to get a closer look at its offering for the year. (Y/N) can't look away from those eyes as they rome over him, taking in every little detail of his being. He's shaking, he knows that. He's fucking terrified of his soon to be fate but theres no going back now. He suppresses a whimper, closing his eyes as the snake places his index finger under the mouse's chin holding it up as the tip of its thumb lightly swipes over the mouse's ear which flickers fearfully in response to the touch.

"Is...is he to your satisfaction?" (Y/N) opens his eyes at the sound of the guard's voice, he forgot he was even there and from the looks of it, so did the snake. The guard sounds significantly further away than he had when making the offer but (Y/N) can still hear the sharp intake of his breath as the sharp eyes before the mouse snap up to look at his escort. (Y/N) isn't prepared for the deep rumbling hum of approval from the predator, removing his claws from the mouse he waves at the guard in a dismissive manner.

He had been deemed a worthy offer in return for the village's safety.

In return for Steve's safety.

Good.

The eyes don't leave the guard as he makes a hasty retreat out of the temple, the large wooden door creaking loudly open before closing with a thud behind him.

When the snake's eyes finally fall back onto (Y/N) he finds himself once more unable to look away, struck by the sheer beauty of such a vibrant blue. Like crystal clear stream water. The snake God's gaze feels almost hypnotic like.

The two sit in relative silence for sometime, sizing each other up. The only sound in the air is (Y/N)'s shuddering intakes of breath. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, the anticipation of a strike from the snake is killing him. But the snake seems to be in no rush, opting to observe his meal to be with keen eyes.

(Y/N) watches as a split black tongue, thicker than a regular snake tongue, flicks out from between the God's full pink lips. The mouse isn't stupid, he knows how snakes taste the air and with the snake's tongue being so close to him there's no doubt it could taste him well.

"Odd" (Y/N) gasps audibly at the rough voice, for some reason he hadn't expected the snake to be able to talk, at least not in a language he understood. He furrows his brows in confusion at the snake's remark "huh?" The God grins at the mouse's reaction seemingly amused. Readjusting himself the snake leans back on his coils, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. The snake radiated power, even acting so relaxed he still gave off an incredibly intimidating aura.

"Normally my prey screams, tries to run or are just dragged in and held from the moment they're chosen" he pauses, that ink black tongue flicking out once more as he pauses "but you haven't so much as moved from that spot..." raising a brow, the snake rubs the side of his index finger against his lower lip in contemplation. "Why is it you are here?" (Y/N) frowns dumbfounded at the question. He knew why, he requested sacrifices. What was the point of asking the obvious? A trick maybe?

Swallowing to clear the lump in his throat (Y/N) responds "to be a sacrif-" the snake huffs cutting the mouse off "I know that. Why aren't you running or begging?" His ice blue eyes glimmer with curiosity. He squirms under the intense gaze, sighing when it becomes clear to him that the snake won't let this go. Why hadn't he just devoured him yet?

(Y/N) sighs, dropping his eyes to the marble floor "Steve. My best friend was supposed to be the sacrifice today...he's all I have left, I couldn't lose him, it's better this way. He's too good to just be seen as food" he's honest in his answer feeling that the snake might somehow know he's trying to deceive him. (Y/N) raises his eyes nervously to see if his answer had appeased the God. "You don't see yourself as good?" The snake tilts his head in question. "I don't...I don't know" he replies slowly confused at the gentle probing questions. "Sacrificing yourself for another, that's pretty selfless" he smiles at the god sadly with a shrug "I guess so" at the self deprecating reply the snake seems to think of more things he wants to know but (Y/N) is over it. This is dragging on too long, he feels sick and he just wants the snake to get it over and done with.

"I heard you prefer to swallow sacrifices whole... and...and alive...is that true?" It was a rumour (Y/N) had heard repeatedly as he grew up in the village. The naga rights his head as he licks his lips, face blank watching the little mouse's reaction as he speaks "it's true, it's...an acquired taste" he takes his time to choose his words.

Devoured whole and digested alive, a truly horrific death. He feels bile climb up his throat but a swallow keeps it down. He'd rather not embarrass himself further in front of this being.

(Y/N) nods trying to sike himself up "I'm ready" he's not. That smirk is back "such a brave mouse" the snake leans down to brush a clawed finger against the offering's hair, he then lowers himself further to lay stomach down on the marble flooring. "I'll be gentle" (Y/N) watches with growing fear as the giant's lips part, jaws opening wide to reveal a pink maw dripping with saliva, large white fangs frame the pearly white teeth leading into the cavernous mouth.

It's only then that it occurs to the mouse that he expects him to willingly step into his jaws. He lets go a shaky breath as he steps forwards, he can feel those eyes on him still but doesn't look up. Curiously he reaches his hand out to run his open palm along the thick serpentine tongue eliciting a soft hiss from the back of the snake's throat. Yanking his hand away in suprise the mouse backs up, eyes flicking up to observe the God's face.

He finds those pretty blue eyes closed, seemingly having enjoyed the touch.

Or maybe his taste?

Taking a deep breath he moves back to the mouth, steeling his nerves at the sight. He'll be a good little meal for the snake. He won't be a hassle. He's doing this for Steve.

Being careful, (Y/N) holds onto the snake's fang with his other hand attempting to find purchase on the slippery black muscle beyond. His hand slides across the surface and out from under him leaving him laying halfway out of the being's mouth, legs flailing uselessly. The snake, apparently done with waiting, slips his tongue under the mouse and through his legs to curl around his backside, aiding in pulling him up and into his jaws.

Once (Y/N) is completely inside his mouth the snake closes his lips behind the morsel, teeth clicking shut sealing the mouse inside. (Y/N) squirms around on the muscle, shifting around so that his head is now near the front of the maw on his stomach. The snake hums, flicking its tongue up to lick the mouse's face, an even louder hum following as the snake begins prodding and licking at the sweet treat resting in his mouth.

(Y/N) gasps as the tongue below him rises up to gently pin him to the roof of the mouth, he squeaks, feeling the snake swallow down the excess of saliva in his mouth. The sound of him swallowing causes (Y/N)'s heartbeat to spike with fear.

The snake sits back up as he releases the mouse from his restraint, leaning back on his coils as he sucks on the mouse like a sweet, enjoying the sweet berry flavour the tiny's skin offers. He takes his time thoroughly enjoying his treat, not even trying to hide the pleased noises he makes. But all good things must come to an end and so he tilts his head back giving a quick swallow, he feels the mouse fall into his throat with a yelp.

He grins at the cute noises. Pressing his fingers to his neck, he traces the little bulge the mouse makes all the way down past his collarbone till he feels him drop into his stomach. Looking down to his abdomen, he strokes the skin there with a satisfied grin, finding that from the outside there's no evidence of the tiny he has tucked away beneath the muscles.

(Y/N) squeaks in fear as his confines shift and he slips to the back of the snake's maw, a loud swallow sounds around him and he's dragged down into the man's esophagus. The muscles around him knead and pull him further down, it's not long before he's falling into an open space. The wall behind him presses in startling the mouse.

"I have to say little mouse" the voice rumbles all around him "you are most certainly a worthy offering" the snake says it as if it's a compliment and maybe in the eyes of the snake it is. But to (Y/N) it just sounds mocking. At his silence the snake presses a little on his stomach as he rubs the area "you should rest" the mouse huddles against the opposite wall trying to get as far away from the snake's touch as he can "thank you for the meal" (Y/N) bites his lip to stifle the sob building in his throat.

It's a while before the snake can feel the mouse slowly drift off, allowing himself to drift off. Feeling this the snake slithers back up into the ceiling rafters, coiling himself around a rafter before laying back on his tail, resting a clawed hand across his full stomach protectively.

(Y/N) groans shifting in his sleep, the bed under him feels weird and oddly cool, not a bad thing but certainly odd. Cracking open his bleary eyes he's confused to find his vision filled with yellow and suddenly everything comes rushing back. The mouse sits up expecting to find himself still inside of the snake awaiting a painful death, but instead he finds the same white marble from the day before. He scans the room and finds the snake laying on his stomach, his arms crossed under his head as he suns himself with the light pouring in through a wide crack in the ceiling.

"I'm alive?" The snake cracks an eye open to peer at him and he hums lazily. "But why?" He doesn't understand. He was swallowed, he should be dead. This couldn't be possible. "I don't digest mice, never have" he answers as if it's that simple "then why the sacrifices, what happens to them after?" He shrugs lazily "your kind made that decision, decided I was a danger that needed to be sated. I wasn't going to argue, it just means I get something to fill my stomach while I hunt" the snake rises up to stretch his back with a yawn, cracking his spine with a pleased rumble.

Turning to face the mouse completely "I got some fish by the way if you're hungry" he offers but the mouse thanks him and shakes his head. "As for the after" he shrugs again "they run, I guess to retrieve their family and find a new town to live in" (Y/N) doesn't get to ask anymore questions, going quiet as the God moves closer.

"You said Steve is all you have left, though I doubt you'll be allowed to return to him" the mouse sighs softly "yeah" the snake nods giving him a soft look "I have a proposition" (Y/N) tilts his head in curiosity. "Stay here with me, I'll provide and shelter you" the offer is surprisingly sweet but he can't help but wonder "what's the catch?" The snake huffs a breath with a soft smile and shakes his head "no strings, I enjoy your company" he speaks fondly "you made quite the first impression, little mouse" (Y/N) flushes, averting his eyes shyly "oh, then I agree" the snake smiles, the most genuine smile he'd been given since reaching the temple.

"Also" the snake grins laying down and (Y/N)'s heart drops expecting the snake to request him as an offering again "I'm not a God" he laughs and (Y/N) almost sighs in relief. "Then what are you?" He asks curiously and the snake seems to grin even wider, if that's even possible. "I'm a naga" he replies "huh? I mean I knew nagas could get big, but I've never heard of one as big as you" (Y/N) says in awe, seeming to stroke the snake's ego, his grin shifting to a smirk. "Yeah, we reticulated pythons get pretty big. We are the perfect predators afterall" he boasts making (Y/N) smile at his enthusiasm.

The naga pauses for a moment, brushing his claw gently against the mouse's tail, seeming in thought, then those big ocean blue eyes flick back up to meet his "I never asked your name" he says, surprising the mouse "oh, it's (Y/N). What's your name?" He asks holding his hand out for a shake, the snake eyes his tiny hand with an unreadable look before giving a light light and placing the tip of his nail in their holding "(Y/N) suits you little mouse" he compliments, shaking their hand "I'm Billy."

Maybe volunteering himself wasn't his worst decision ever.

#stranger things vore #naga vore #pred #soft vore #safe vore #v/ore #g/t vore #tw vore #billy hargrove vore

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coonhoundcat · 3 years ago

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Teleporting Villain x Hero Snippet

Villain materialized in the center of headquarters, just in front of the couch. "Oh, this is nice." "WHAT THE FUCK-" Hero scrambled off the sofa, slamming onto the rug in a shower of popcorn and cushions. "GRAB THEM!" Leader barked from the opposite end of the room, unceremoniously chucking their half-finished literature to the side with a violent crash. "GOD DAMN-" "MY PLASMA CHARGER!" Inventor screeched, sprinting toward the sizzling glass shards now threatening to set the carpet aflame. From their position on the floor, Hero frantically launched themselves at the Villain, catching them in a bear hug that sent them both stumbling a few feet over. "Hey, hey!" "Get the limiter cuffs! Quick! Before they teleport!" Hero squeezed aggressively tighter, their face pressed fully into the Villain's chest. "They're not going to WORK because they're not CHARGED." Inventor spat from the floor, where the shag material was starting to smolder, along with the edges of this week's best-selling novella. "Well how 'bout we don't keep that right there in the future, alright?" Leader cringed, red tinging their ears. Purposely avoiding the murderous glare sent their way, Leader delicately removed the singed paper-back from the growing patch of black carpet, setting the wretched thing on a coffee table. "Look, we'll just find ourselves another one-" "The ONLY other one in existence right now is in my old lab, chief." Inventor hissed through their bared teeth, casually reaching across the table. "We'll just pop over there, then-" "Three hours driving. One way." "That's fine- Hold on- why haven't you teleported out of here yet?" The Villain startled in surprise, tearing their eyes from the concerning image of Inventor just taking a direct fucking bite out of a signed copy of Cicilia Schwartz's newest teen drama. That was... technically edible. "Oh. Uh," They twisted a little in Hero's prolonged death-grip, "Can't teleport, fully restrained like this." "That would have been nice to know... Hero, stay just like that. Inventor, go get your other Plasma Charger" "I'm not driving for that, Leader." Despite being three-quarters of the way through the page count, Inventor was no less intimidating. ".... Right. Hero, hold that, we'll be back in six hours." Leader glanced mournfully at the remains of their afternoon entertainment, then turned to the door. "...... Let's go." "Wait!" Hero panicked, straining to catch Leader's eye without loosening their hold on the captive. "You'll be fine." Leader waved dismissively, following Inventor through the doorway. Hero and Villain stood alone in the center of headquarters. "Do you think you could be just a little gentler..?" "I'm not letting you escape, Villain." "It's just, my lungs...." "Oh, Geeze! Sorry, sorry!" "... Goddamn python." Villain glanced around the room, taking in the spacious quarters. It was a nice base, really. ".....Sooo....." Villain popped their lips, bouncing a little on their heels. "Pretty warm, 'innit?" "Yep." Hero did not move. "We're doing this?" "Yep." "Six hours." "..." "So you wanna watch something...?" "Absolutely." Hero glanced up briefly, breaking eye contact almost immediately. "Stay still." Hero shuffled awkwardly to the right, keeping their arms around Villain as they circled to stand behind them. "There, now just walk with me-" They stepped back together, once, twice, and abruptly collided with the front of the couch, sending them into a brief sideways stagger. "Okay, okay." Hero caught their breath, taking in the layout. "We're gonna have to sit back like this." "This isn't strange at all." "I know, just stick with me, okay?" "Not going anywhere. Lead the way, Hero." Six hours later showed Hero to be leaned against the sofa cushions, arms meeting loosely in front of the Villain sitting in their lap, pressed comfortably to the Hero's chest. "Can we watch something //other than 'Death by Mother Nature'?" "I'm the one with free hands, so I control the remote." Hero groaned, resting their chin on Villain's shoulder. The door slammed open, sending a jolt through both Hero

and Villain. "FINALLY. Hero, hold their hands out so we can cuff this criminal properly." Leader and Inventor shuffled into the room, the former stretching and groaning. Inventor still looked pissed. In the blink of an eye, Hero's arms were empty. A hand ruffled Hero's hair, and they flinched forward, sending a frantic glance upward to see Villain grinning down at them from just behind the couch. "No, not today." "THE FUCK." "Yeah, sorry, Hero. I lied. Nice place, though. It was fun." Villain's laughter cut off suddenly as they disappeared from sight. "What the Hell was that."

#hero x villain community #heroes and villains #villain x hero #writers #writers on tumblr #villain #hero #hero x villain #superheroes #superhero #inventor #writing community #writing #my writing #creative writing #snippet #writing snippet #teleport #super powers

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kolroguelike · 2 years ago

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Week 2 of Roguelike Dev

Well this week was something special. Finally took off and started building the foundation of this Roguelike. Idk where it's gonna go but starting here has been very informative.

Fortunately, in terms of getting the basic tutorial stuff done, it was easy enough and mostly simple to understand. Learning how to make a procedural generator was... well:

It was a LOT. It did all work though, made a random map generator plus a moving character with collision on walls!

However, the rest of the week was the big challenge. Spent a lot of time trying to learn something that I was simple: Making rooms that are Circular. Just to add variety.

Well, this is how that went for most of the week:

This is but a small taste of the literal days I spent searching for how to do this. I couldn't find anything to my tastes, specifically I wanted to avoid using the Python Turtle library because it requires time for the shapes and rooms to be drawn and I didn't want that. So I search for what felt like forever.

I even started to feel incredibly stupid. Stupider than when I had been trying to learn calculus (Which, didn't go well either btw).

I asked my class mentor if that was normal, a friend who helped me get started with learning python, and even my own father, who introduced me to programming and coding.

The answer was a resounding: This is normal, you're okay.

BUT

After days of searching and taking time to step away from the problem I found it. It took going into a Discord. A channel I knew about but didn't think I would find anything there and doing this search:

And the answer was there. With some further investigating and follow up questioning did I not only find what I was looking for, but the creator of this particular tutorial and Python Library (Tcod) did I get an answer I was looking for.

But why write this all out? Because it was the most frequent thing recommended to me after going through all this. To write it down and remember what had happened. That was, in fact, my father's advice after having found this information: Write it down. Have it somewhere you can find so you can go truly learn from this.

That was my week. We're through parts 0-3 of the tutorial and now this week is 4-7.

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trexy225 · 3 years ago

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TPYH-Chapter 3: Insert Funny Title Here

Summary: Ur dad is overprotective and u prove yourself to be the insane animal lady.

Authors Note: So for a while we're just gonna get a lot of relationship build up, personal growth, animals, regular life, etc. So that I can emotionally scar y'all even more later XOXO

Another Authors note at bottom and another photo (I did not make these photos I just laugh at them)

Norman strode into Otto's lab and glared at him. “What the hell was that?” He asked.

“What the hell was what?” Otto asked, taking off his goggles.

“You got too close to my daughter.”

“You heard what she went through, I was there to comfort her-” “And then what were you going to do?” Norman snapped. Otto looked at him, shocked. “I would never do anything to her Norman you know I wouldn’t.” Otto pulled him into a hug.

“I just-I just can’t lose anyone else.” Norman sniffed.

“I know… I know…” Otto patted him on the head.

“And I’m sorry I accused you of anything other than helping y/n, I mean you see her as a daughter to you, right?” Norman continued.

“...Right.” Otto lied, he didn’t know how he felt about you, but he never wanted to see you as a daughter to him, that didn’t feel right. But he knew Norman needed to hear what he wanted to hear.

“I need to start getting paid if I’m going to be the Osborne’s therapist.” Otto joked.

Norman chuckled. “You don’t want to unpack Harry’s baggage, Otto.”

Otto shook his head. “Is there anything else you need from me?”

“No. You keep on working.” Norman rubbed his eyes as he walked out. Otto gave a small smile as he put his glasses back on and continued working.

You open the door to your townhome, you forgot to tell Otto that you moved, it wasn’t like he was coming over anyway. Either way, it wasn’t your townhome, it was basically the animals at this point. Your bird, Olivia flew towards you, she was an Eclectus Parrot, with bright red feathers with dark blue undertones and a jet black beak, she reminded you of Spiderman. She climbed on top of your head and her eyes dilated as her head bobbed up and down, she was happy you were home. You smiled as she started whistling “Take on Me” you kept the radio on for her so she wouldn’t get bored, you knew she wanted treats though, you smiled as you handed her a shelled macadamia nut, hopefully, that would keep her occupied. You went into the Reptile room and took out your personal favorite animal, a ball python named Monty. You got him after your mom died, he’s been with you through it all. He wrapped around your neck and gave a relaxed puff, you went through your animals, changing their bedding, water, and food as well as enrichment. Monty would just stay draped around you, even though it was a lot of work you loved taking care of them, they were all from bad situations, and you were happy to save them and give them a better life. You set down the ball pit for the ferrets and put the chinchillas in their dust baths, you restocked the chews and put Monty away.

That was how the rest of the week went, you caught up on the National Geographic Magazines and then gave them to your animals to shred. You also got some foster kittens, they still needed to be bottle-fed so that ended up taking up a lot of your energy. Luckily Olivia loved them, as usual, she would coo and pet them, it was adorable. And your cat, Bip already decided to be their surrogate mother, you just had to monitor their health as well as feed them, it was a lot of work but you enjoyed it, you couldn’t stop working, and if you stopped taking care of them, who would? They needed you, and it felt good to be needed. You dreaded going back to work, you didn’t know how you were going to handle the treatment of their animals, ideally, there would be no animal testing. But you knew how stubborn your father was, and all you could do now was be their advocate. You looked at the kittens and Olivia, who got along well enough with the animals, but you knew she wanted to be with you. You gave a smile and grabbed your old lab coat, you wanted to wear Ottos, but yours already had a special perch for Olivia, you put it in your backpack to wear later. You tapped your shoulder and Olivia squawked excitedly as she flew to her shoulder, you put the kittens in their carrier, Bip in the other, and stuffed Olivia's foldable perch, food, water, and towels, as well as some treats in your bookbag along with the kittens heating pad, soft blankets, and bottles. You left the townhome, Olivia perched on your shoulder, the tiny kittens mewling in the carrier. You could hear Bip meow back, trying to comfort them. You sighed, you didn’t think you would be where you were now, but you just had to make the best of this.

Authors note!

So a lot of the animal stuff is based on my own experiences, I did an internship at a zoo and I'm currently volunteering at a parrot rescue so I just put a lot of animals in here because it's my story and I don't see that many animals. And I love animals so yeah.

Also here's where I get sentimental, I've been just in a strange spot mentally, emotionally, and socially. I had the cringe 13-year-old phase where I wrote fanfiction (it's deleted go away) and I never thought 5 years ago I would go back to writing fanfiction and such but it's become my way to escape again. I just needed to embrace my cringyness I guess. I'm very private about it and a lil' embarrassed but y'all make me feel better overall. Which is why a lot of the titles and summaries are just shitposts I don't know

I'm ranting so thanks idk.

#doctor octopus #fanfiction #fanfic #doc ock #doctor octavius #dr octavius #dr octopus #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #doctoroctopus #doc cock #docock #bisexual #bisexualdisaster #gay disaster #doc ock x self insert #doc ock x y/n #doctor otto octavius #fluff

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vickyvaleatthegothamgazzette · 3 years ago

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Merry Fucking Christmas Gotham

Batman works with a rescue team after a subway tunnel has collapsed. A year after the events of the first film SPOILERS

trigger warning: Child Death

Sunday, December 25. The streets are empty on Christmas, as people rush to their homes to avoid being caught after curfew. I sit and wait for the sirens to call me, and listen to the channels.

In the day I'm at construction sites, collapsed tunnels and destroyed homes. I see thousands displaced, cold, and hungry. During the day we rebuild, but at night, I hunt. It was my mistake to ever rely on the police. Under Marshall-Law the GCPD has become an occupying army. While the emergency rooms and shelters remain at capacity, and rescue teams spread themselves thin, the GCPD march the streets in their armored cars carrying military grade assault rifles. They've become worse than the gangs themselves. I do what I can to assist with disaster relief, and the rescue teams, but it's never enough.

Hail, cold hard hail chips away at the blinking yellow streetlight. A traffic guard standing in the middle with a neon vest and flashlight. He puts his hands out to prevent anyone from being rammed into by the two speeding firetrucks, whose sirens wail as they drive. Water splashes from the sides as the trucks plow through three inches of water.

Inside one truck, four men in their uniforms. Helmets, gasmasks, protective wear, lights, axes, hammers, ready for war against the elements, and a race against time. The driver is exhausted, bags visible underneath her eyes, she picks up her radio to communicate with the station.

"We're gonna need ambulances at 12th and 32nd, Burnley. The subway collapsed about two minutes ago."

Somewhere, hidden between two looming buildings, in a dark alley a black car sits. The engine hums as we peer inside through the glossy window. The crackling of the hail and rain hitting the roof of the car is the only sound that gets through inside. Inside however it's a different story. The humming of the engine, along with the static of a radio fill up the inside. Nothing but white noise. We see him . . . leaning on the wheel, exhausted, eye closed. A brief five minutes of rest, before the ensuing chaos. The fire fighters voice is heard in the radio. "12th and 32nd Burnley . . . Subway Collapsed about two minutes ago." His eyes open. Time to work. The engine revs up in this tight space, smoke emitting from the tires, until it blasts out.

The fire-fighter, a Latin woman with a strong square jaw, crewcut black hair, and arms as thick as pythons, grips onto the steering wheel tightly till her scuffed knuckles become red. Her eyes pierce through the rain as she makes her way through. Suddenly something louder than the sirens appears. Like a demon in the night, the Bat-Mobile's engine roars with a metallic and fiery rage as it rides alongside the fire rescue team. Chief Lin Montoya, the fire fighter driving the truck, yells to the back.

"Looks like Justice is riding with us tonight boys!"

The firefighters in the back all roar in an adrenaline filled applause.

The Bat-Mobile swerves and parks directly in front of the collapsed subway tunnel. The three inches of water runs down the steps, screams can be heard from the inside. Batman leaves the car and marches down the staircase into darkness.

"Alright boys we need our lights, it's going to be dark as shit in there, and we don't have a lotta time, let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Move your asses!" Montoya leads them down the steps with their lights, helmets, and masks. They see people trapped under debris and begin helping them out. So far, no sign of the Batman.

"Chief! Where the hell is the Batman?" Montoya looks around, and notices that the water has risen to the level of the platform, she shines a light and peers into the subway tunnel. Deep in the shadows Chief Montoya sees white condensation. Appearing from the darkness, breathing through the cold air like a dragon, Batman trudges through the water while carrying an old homeless man.

"He was asleep in the tunnel! He needs be sent to an emergency room."

Montoya reaches down to take the man upstairs. She looks back to see the Batman walking back into the darkness.

"Are there more!?"

"On the other side!"

"Bruce God Damnit you're going to freeze to death!"

We hear Alfred speaking to him through an earpiece, watching everything through the contacts.

"There's no time, there's someone else down here."

The water is now up to Batman's stomach, as he approaches a collapse section of the tunnel that's been completely walled off. There are multiple red flares that he's placed alongside the subway walls that wash over the entire tunnel in a deep dark red. As he checks for any others, it is then he hears the shivers of a child. The Batman's voice disappears, and now Bruce Wayne speaks.

"Hello!? Is anyone else here? Hello!? I can get you out I just need to hear you!"

"Help..."

Batman turns to face the wall of rubble, the voice is coming from behind, or underneath, but he can't tell. Water is now pouring down from the roof above him. Montoya only a few feet behind him yells.

"The tunnel is going to collapse! You need to get out!"

"There's a kid down here!"

"Coño!" She manages to make her way up to him while he gains a head start in removing some of the broken cement.

Montoya asks as she begins to lift pieces of the rubble apart. "Hello? Can you follow the sound of our voice?"

Batman frantically tries to claw his way through, but Montoya stops him.

"You can't just take them all apart! We don't know where their position is. If the rocks shift, we might crush them."

The Batman stops with his shoulders slumped in defeat. Montoya returns to rubble.

"Hello? Can you hear us?"

Silence.

Water is pouring down, the ceiling begins to fall piece by piece.

She turns to look at Batman, behind the mask, behind the black mascara, she looks into his eyes. His bright green eyes, welling up, so much pain, so much anger.

She returns back to the rubble.

"Hello? We're trying to get you out, but you need to tell us where you are. Can you make a sound?"

Nothing.

"Can you get more people down here?"

Montoya ducks as another piece of the ceiling falls down.

"All of them are working on getting those they found to an ambulance. We cleared the entire area, I'm already risking my life being down here, we don't know when this is going to come down."

The Batman returns to where he heard the voice.

"I remember them being here. They have to be here."

"You sure? Because this is a large boulder if we move this it can get rid of the last bit of support we have keeping the roof up. We'd have the smallest window to get out."

He nods his head and reaches into his belt to pull out a green vile and injects himself with it. He exhales a primal growl through clenched teeth as he begins to lift the boulder. Montoya assists him, the veins in her forearms bulge as she grips onto the side of the debris. Despite all of their efforts, despite the venom, the adrenaline, and the possibility of saving a child, the debris won't budge.

The Batman falls to his knees in the water, in both exhaustion and defeat. The flares begin to go out, one by one.

"Listen Justice we need to go!" Montoya drags him out as the two run through the tunnel, onto the platform, and up the stairs. Out from the darkness into the morning light. The harsh rain and hail have finally given way to gentle snow. Resting on the firetrucks, waiting for their chief, the rescue team sit. Covered in soot, and cuts, smoking cigarettes. They stare in silence at the chief and the Batman. She turns to him, his eyes are low to the ground.

"Hey, are you gonna be alright?"

He stands up, looming over her. She remains fixed on his eyes, at the real pain that he internalizes. Still not giving eye contact, he walks to the Bat-mobile. No victory, no hurrah. Just another night, in Gotham City.

(Eliott Smith's Needle In The Hay plays)

The city is showing no signs of improving. It's been six months since all aid has stopped coming, six months since the last of the helicopters left. Instead of working together to rebuild, the wealthiest occupants have taken to the skies, safe from the freezing waters below. Fat cats in their blimps, leeching off of the downtrodden and the broken. I am never up there, no matter how much I belong with them.

I am alone in this fight. So many lives I couldn't save, but I'll always remember. I write down their names, who they were, and what I could've done different. Why I failed.

#the batman #robert pattinson #zoë kravitz #paul dano #jeffery wright #fanfic #the batman fanfic #reevesverse #batman 2022 #matt reeves #battinson

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