Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Chapter 1 - Blog Posts
El capitulo ya fue estrenado,los capítulos serán estrenados en el blog de"Congratulations!you are recluse",probablemente aquí también suba los adelantos o progresos. Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/congraulationsyouarerecluse
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The chapter has already been released, the chapters will be released on the"Congratulations!you are recluse" blog, probably the previews or information will also be uploaded here. Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/congraulationsyouarerecluse
The English version is below ;))
Capitulo 1:El comienzo.
Bueno,¿cómo comenzamos esto?Como sea…
Todo parecía normal para el gran y poderoso Once-ler,al menos eso decía ese periódico.
Warden:Oh,vaya…interesante,entonces así de grande y poderoso es?Jailbot!
El robot entró a la oficina de su jefe,rompiendo una pared,como siempre causando un gran desastre.
Warden:Papá necesita que le traigas a esté tipo,así que…ve por él! -sonriendo y mostrando esa hoja de periódico-
El robot hizo caso,yéndose y rompiendo está vez una ventana.El guardián solo vio como se iba,despidiéndose con la mano.
Warden:Tráele ese criminal a papá-sonrisa un tanto maliciosa-
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Era un día normal para Once-ler,nada particularmente especial.Esté se encontraba en su balcón,mirando lo de afuera y viendo el particular paisaje gris.
Once-ler:Mmm…Gris,nah no es tan malo…solo gris-reflexionando mientras sostenía con una mano su cigarro-tal vez vendría bien algo de diversión…
Todo parecía aburrido y hasta cierto punto extrañamente “normal”,pero…hubo algo que no era normal,hablando de los sonidos normales que solían estar por ahí.
Once-ler:Mmm…qué es…suena como sí-buscando el sonido extraño y bajando un poco por las escaleras del mismo balcón-
Estaba tratando de buscar,cuando de la nada algo le tocó su hombro,como llamándolo.
Once-ler:Qué?…¿Quién eres?-viendo al robot con curiosidad y un tanto impactado-
El robot cambió a una cara roja,aún con esa sonrisa pixelada y maliciosa.
Once-ler:Oh,ok…entonces debo correr?-esté aventando su cigarro y tratando de huir corriendo-
Trato de huir corriendo huyendo de su oficina,pasando por los pasillos y tratando de buscar una salida.
Once-ler:Aaa!qué mierda?…cuando dije que quería diversión,no me refería a esto!-tratando de huir aún,un poco cansado y escondiéndose-
El robot carcelero solo rompió lo que podía,buscando al joven y sin importar si hace un gran desastre…después de todo;no importa el desastre,lo importante es cumplir con su deber.
Once-ler se escondió en una habitación oscura,cerrando la puerta y tratando de hacer silencio.
Once-ler:Uff,-susurrando- creo que aquí estaré bien…solo está un poco oscuro…
Esté sacó un cigarro y trato de buscar su encendedor.
Once-ler:En dónde lo…
Una pequeña flama apareció,ofreciéndole prender su cigarro.
Once-ler:Oh,gracias ami…ou,vaya… -dejando caer el cigarro y tratando de escapar-No,no,NO!
Esté desesperadamente tratando de abrir la puerta,con miedo y terror de ese robot.Jailbot simplemente siguió con esa sonrisa y se acercó al joven aún más,tal vez tratando de llevárselo.
Once-ler:No,no,no!sue-suéltame…sabes quién soy?soy el Once…
Este fue atado con cuerdas y su boca cubierta con cinta;obviamente esto a Once-ler no le agrado pero igual ya no podía hacer nada.Jailbot se lo llevó igual que a todos los reclusos que van a Superjail.
Once-ler:Mmm!mmm…agg
Traducción:Suéltame!pedazo de metal…
Esté tratando de pelear contra las cuerdas y el agarre del robot,pero parecía inútil.Después de un rato el extraño portal que llevaba directo a Superjail,fue abierto y dando entrada a los dos.
El robot entró,yendo directamente hacía donde se encontraba Warden,más específicamente en el patio,explicando algunas cosas extrañas de siempre.
Warden:Oh,ahí estás mi gran robot asesino,trajiste lo que papá pidió?-sonrisa y estando energético-
El robot tiró al joven al suelo,lastimándose y aún atado.Once-ler simplemente se quejó y miró al robot con odio.
Warden:Hey,hey!Jailbot,no lo tires es delicado…no es como nosotros-tratando de sonar como un regaño y explicando con las manos-simplemente no lo tires,ok?
El robot carcelero simplemente asintió a las órdenes de su creador,yéndose después a atrapar a otros más.
Warden se acercó al joven,quitándole la cinta de la boca y siendo ese tipo lunático de siempre,dándole la bienvenida.
Warden;Hey,amigo…estás bien?
Once-ler:No!-sonando enojado y mirándolo-
Warden:Bien,Bienvenido a Superjail!-mostrando un cuadro completo de la cárcel-
Once-ler:Tiene que ser un sueño..-sonando irritado y aún tratando de zafarse-
Warden:¡Lo sé!es increíble,¿no?-sonriente y orgulloso de su creación-
Once-ler:No me refería a eso…podrías soltarme de esto?extraño hombre…
Warden:Oh,claro…lo siento,a veces Jailbot es un poco agresivo jeje -sonrisa nerviosa y desatando con su magia,convirtiendo las cuerdas en mariposas-
Once-ler:Mmm?qu-qué fue eso?-viendo las mariposas irse y levantándose-
Warden:Oh,eso?magia,mi estimado-rodeándolo con un brazo y acercándose al otro-
Once-ler:Nah,no es la primera vez que tengo lidiar con magia y cosas extrañas como esa-limpiándose y dándole un pequeño manotazo a la mano del otro para que lo suelte-
El otro lo soltó,sobándose la mano pero aún sonriente.Once-ler trato de pensar en ¿cómo acabó ahí?
Warden:Sí,jeje…bueno,amigo mió,tú verdaderamente estás en problemas-dando golpecitos al pecho del otro con un dedo-
Once-ler:¿A qué te refieres?y primero que nada…¿tú quién eres?-cruzándose de brazos y mirándolo con el ceño fruncido-
Warden:Oh,cómo pude olvidarlo?soy tan distraído-arreglándose el sombrero-pues yo soy Warden,guardián de está increíble y paradisíaca cárcel-un cuadro de la cárcel mostrando la extrema violencia de está-
Once-ler:Emm…sí,claro-mirando a todos lados -mira,fue un gusto visitar tu…””bonita””cárcel pero quiero ir a mi hogar y ARREGLAR EL DESASTRE QUE HIZO TU ROBOT!-enojado y totalmente exaltado-
Warden:Jeje,sí…oye…no
Once-ler:Qué dices?-mirándolo incrédulo-
Warden:Mira,mi estimado amigo…¡tú verdaderamente perteneces aquí!eres un criminal,aunque debo admitir que uno muy elegante y atractivo-mirándolo y ciertamente curioseando-
Once-ler:Mmm…oye hombre,lamento decepcionarte pero no!no pertenezco aquí y no eres mi tipo -manteniendolo alejado con las manos y aún enojado-
Warden:Pff,qué?no,no…tampoco,solo dije que eres atractivo y elegante,pero eres un criminal,sin dudar -sonrisita- aparte,tengo a mi dulce Alice…no te comparas a la belleza de ella-pestañeando y entrelazando sus propias manos-
Once-ler:Oye,no estamos hablando de mi atractivo,para tu información soy un hombre importante,con trabajo importante y créeme!no estoy para este tipo de estupideces-caminando intimidantemente hacía el otro y sonando enojado-
El otro no estaba intimidado,lo que hacía el otro solo hacía que se emocionara más y se interesara más por el otro de más amistosa.Once-ler aún estaba enojado y quería matar al otro.
Once-ler:Sabes,te mataría pero hacerlo…mancharía mi reputación y no voy a dejar que un escándalo por asesinato,manche esa GRANDIOSA reputación…ahora!solo sácame de aquí!-cruzándose de brazos y con un puchero-
Warden:Uff,eso suena tentativamente peligroso…interesante!pero…en serio te interesa volver a ese lugar?-mirándolo con curiosidad y interesado-
Once-ler:Pues sí!sabes…es mi hogar,necesito ir ahí y ganar dinero-sonando preocupado-si me quedo aquí voy a perder mucho de eso y no me gusta hacerlo…me entiendes?
Warden:Mmm..creo que sí,pero…oye,oye,quiero ver ese lugar,¿podrías enseñarme?-mirándolo con un puchero y suplicante-
Once-ler:Oye n…mmm -pensando en la idea y teniendo una a la vez -ok,ok…creo que no sería una mala idea,Jajajaja -risa maliciosa-
Warden:Sí,Jajaja -riendo también sin saber porque-
Continuará…
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Chapter 1:The beginning.
Well, how do we start this? One way or the other…
Everything seemed normal for the great and powerful Once-ler, at least that's what that newspaper said.
Warden: Oh, wow…interesting, so that's how big and powerful he is? Jailbot!
The robot entered his boss's office, breaking through a wall, as always causing a huge mess.
Warden: Dad needs you to bring this guy to him, so…go get him! -smiling and showing that sheet of newspaper-
The robot complied, leaving and this time breaking a window. The guard only watched as he left, waving goodbye.
Warden: Bring that criminal to dad-somewhat malicious smile-
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It was a normal day for Once-ler, nothing particularly special. He was on his balcony, looking outside and seeing the particular gray landscape.
Once-ler: Hmm… Gray, no, it's not that bad… just Gray-thinking while holding his cigarette with one hand-maybe some fun would be in order…
Everything seemed boring and to some extent strangely “normal”, but… there was something that wasn't normal, talking about the normal sounds that used to be out there.
Once-ler: Mmm…what is it…it sounds like it?-looking for the strange sound and going down the stairs of the same balcony a little-
He was trying to search, when out of nowhere something touched his shoulder, as if calling him.
Once-ler: What?…Who are you? -looking at the robot with curiosity and a little shocked-
The robot changed to a red face, still with that pixelated, malicious smile.
Once-ler: Oh, okay… so should I run? -he is throwing away his cigarette and trying to run away-
He tried to run out of his office, running through the hallways and trying to find a way out.
Once-ler: Aaaa! What the fuck?…when I said I wanted fun, I didn't mean this! - still trying to escape, a little tired and hiding -
The jailer robot only broke what he could, looking for the young man and regardless of whether he makes a big mess… after all; the disaster doesn't matter, the important thing is to do his duty.
Once-ler hid in a dark room, closing the door and trying to keep quiet.
Once-ler: Ugh, -whispering- I think I'll be fine here…it's just a little dark…
He took out a cigarette and tried to look for his lighter.
Once-ler:Where…
A small flame appeared, offering him to light his cigarette.
Once-ler: Oh, thanks friend… ou, wow… -dropping the cigarette and trying to escape-No, no, NO!
I was desperately trying to open the door, in fear and terror of that robot. Jailbot simply continued with that smile and approached the young man even closer, perhaps trying to take him away.
Once-ler: No, no, no! le-let me go… do you know who I am? I'm the Once…
They tied him with ropes and covered his mouth with duct tape; The Once-ler obviously didn't like this, but he couldn't do anything anyway. Jailbot took him like all the inmates who go to Superjail.
Once-ler: Mmm! Mmm…agg
Translation: Let go of me! piece of metal…
He tried to fight against the ropes and the robot's grip, but it seemed useless. After a while the strange portal that led directly to Superjail opened, giving entry to the two.
The robot entered, going directly to where the Warden was, more specifically in the courtyard, explaining some usual strange things.
Warden: Oh, there you are my big killer robot, did you bring what dad asked for? -smile and energetic-
The robot threw the young man to the ground, hurting himself and still tied up. Once-ler simply complained and looked at the robot.
Guardian: Hey, hey! Jailbot, don't throw it, it's delicate… it's not like us - trying to sound like a scold and explaining with your hands - just don't throw it, okay?
The jailer robot simply nodded at his creator's orders and then left to catch more.
Warden approached the young man, removing the tape from his mouth and being the usual lunatic, welcoming him.
Warden: Hey, buddy… are you okay?
Once-ler: No! -sounding angry and looking at him-
Warden: Well, welcome to Superjail! -showing a full image of the jail-
Once-ler: It has to be a dream…-sounding irritated and still trying to get loose-
Warden: I know! It's amazing, right? -smiling and proud of his creation-
Once-ler: I didn't mean that… could you let me go? strange man…
Warden: Oh, sure… Sorry, sometimes Jailbot is a little aggressive hehe - he smiles nervously and releases it with his magic, turning the ropes into butterflies -
Once-ler: Hmm? What was that? - See the butterflies come out and rise -
Warden: Oh, that? Dear friend – putting an arm around him – magic!
Once-ler: No, it's not the first time I've had to deal with magic and weird things like that - cleaning myself and giving the other's hand a little hit to make them let go -
The other let him go, rubbing his hand but still smiling. Did Once-ler try to think about how he ended up there?
Warden: Yes, hehe… well friend, you're really in trouble – hitting the other's chest with a finger –
Once-ler: What do you mean? And first of all… who are you? -crossing her arms and looking at him with a frown-
Warden: Oh, how could I forget? I'm so distracted - adjusting his hat - because I am Warden, guardian of this incredible and paradisiacal prison - a imageof the prison that shows the extreme violence of this -
Once-ler: Umm…yeah, sure-looking around -look, it was a pleasure visiting your…""nice""prison but I want to go home and FIX THE MESS YOUR ROBOT MADE!-angry and totally exalted-
Warden: Hehe, yeah…hey…no.
Once-ler: What are you saying? -looking at him in disbelief-
Warden: Look, my dear friend… you really belong here! You are a criminal, although I must admit, a very elegant and attractive one - looking at him and certainly snooping -
Once-ler: Hmm…hey man, sorry to disappoint you but no! I don't belong here and you're not my type - keeping him away with his hands and still angry -
Warden: Pff, what? No, no… neither, I just said that you are attractive and elegant, but you are a criminal, without a doubt - he smiles - aside, I have my sweet Alice… you don't compare to her beauty- blinking and clasping her own hands-
Once-ler: Hey, we're not talking about my attractiveness, for your information I'm an important man, with an important job and believe me! I'm not prepared for this kind of nonsense - walking intimidatingly towards each other and sounding angry -
The other was not intimidated, what the other did only excited him more and he became more interested in the other in a friendly way. Once-ler was still angry and wanted to kill the other.
Once-ler: You know, I would kill you, but doing so… would tarnish my reputation and I'm not going to let a murder scandal tarnish that GREAT reputation… now! Get me out of here! -crossing his arms and pouting-
Warden: Phew, that sounds tentatively dangerous… interesting! but… are you seriously interested in returning to that place? -looking at him with curiosity and interest-
Once-ler: Well yes! You know…it's my house, I need to go there and make money-he seems worried-if I stay here I'm going to lose a lot of it and I don't like doing it…do you understand me?
Warden: Mmm…I think so, but…hey, hey, I want to see that place, could you show me?-looking at him with a pout and pleading-
Once-ler:Hey no…mmm -thinking about the idea and taking one at a time -ok,ok…I think it wouldn't be a bad idea, Hahahaha -malicious laugh-
Warden: Yes, hahaha – also laughing without knowing why.
To be continued…
One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 1)
A while ago, I wrote a story for @alainaprana. I’m already doing chapter 5. But because of how my updates are few and far between, I decided to write it here.
Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies
MommaCQ belongs to @alainaprana
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It was a beautiful day outside. Fresh, Error and Geno were all in front of the TV, watching Pokemon. Their mother, Crayon Queen (or CQ for short) was up in her room, making more pages of her comics for Tumblr. Because she was hard at work, both Error and Fresh took turns making sure that Geno took his medicine and had plenty of rest. Today was was Fresh’s turn. While watching, they heard Fresh’s phone went off (the intro for Dexter’s Laboratory).
“Welp, time ta take ya meds, Geno.” Geno coughed a bit, before saying, “T-thanks Fresh. Y-you know which o-ones to use.” Aiight. I’m out.“
Fresh then went to the cuboard, looking for the meds.
‘I wish Geno didn’t all have ta have da meds. Kinda using all da beans’. As he though that, he felt something in his soul. He rubbed it unconsciously, before the feeling faded away as quickly as it came.
Fresh shook his head, before grabbing the Coedine and Morphine from the shelves. He also got a cup to fill it with fresh water. Balancing the three things, he went over to Geno-
and spilled everything on the floor.
On the floor was Geno, who was breathing heavily on the floor, which had blood on it. When Geno looked up, a bit of blood was on his teeth, before he threw up some more blood. Fresh heard stomping, and when he looked to his left, there was his mother and brother running down the stairs (Error was holding onto CQ’s arm, ERRORs in his eyes). “Fresh!” CQ said, “Hurry up, get dressed and in the car. We got to take Geno to the hospital NOW!” Fresh knew the drill and hurried up to get to the hospital.
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Fresh and Error were in their usual spots when they were at the hospital, Error in the farthest corner possible while Fresh was on his phone, playing a puzzle game. They were waiting for their mother who was talking to the doctor about Geno.
“You’ve should’ve been faster.” Error grumbled. Fresh put on his best smile, before turning around.
“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?” Fresh asked.
“If you were faster, Geno wouldn’t be in this mess.” Fresh felt something in his soul, but he ignored it.
“Dude, I’m totes fast! Ya need ta chill. Even if I got there faster, Geno still would’ve still be here. So it’s none of my fault. If I did something that made Geno more sick and all that, I’ll get out of ya hair, ”.
CQ and the doctor then went in the room they were in. The doctor cleared his throat before saying, “Alright, I’ve talked with your mother. Geno will be just fine, but he would have to stay here for a few nights, just to make sure. If you want to see him, that will be fine, but only one at a time,”.
Fresh got up, saying, “Aiight. Hey Error! Ya wanna go see Geno first?” All he got back was a grumble. He chuckled, saying, “It’s cool man. I’ll go first. 'sides, gotta go an’ see the new episode of Pokemon, and I’m not gonna miss that, ”. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After getting directions to Geno’s room (Even though it’s the same every time. It’s very rare that Geno get’s a different room), Fresh walked all the way to the room, where he saw the familiar sight; Geno laying on the bed, machines surrounding him.
“Hey brah! How ya feeling?” Fresh asked.
Geno took a huge breath, before saying, “I-i’m fine. I-i’ll be okay s-soon.”
Fresh smiled, “Awesome brah! And when ya come back, Error will stop being such a kill-joy, mom can get back to work, and maybe we could even go outside, rain or shine, ”.
“T-that would be cool. O-or should I say, ’Radical”.
Fresh chuckled. It was pretty funny whenever Geno tried to talk like Fresh. Error did too, but those moments were rare, and was only used to mock Fresh. Fresh didn’t care about that, because he couldn’t.
“Oh! I just remembered somethin’! I got this sick new Pokemon that I though you would like!”
“R-really?!” Geno asked. “I wanna see! I wanna s- *cough*”. Geno started having a coughing fit. Fresh started to have the feeling in his soul again, and it only got stronger as Geno’s coughing fit continued.
Suddenly, Fresh couldn’t see or feel anything, but when he got his sight back, he gasped. He was right over Geno, right arm raised over his left shoulder. Geno, he saw, had his head to the side, holding his cheek. His face was over a small puddle of blood. Before he knew it, Fresh pressed the nurse call button, before running out of the hospital.
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When he got back home, Fresh just stared at the house, before he started crying. He realized that he’s gotten his first emotion; Sadness. He cried for when seemed like hours, but only was for a couple minutes.
After wiping his tears, he remembered what he promised Error. “If I did something that made Geno more sick and all that, I’ll get out of ya hair”. He decided to keep his promise, because breaking them was un-fresh. He then went to his room, where he grabbed a few of his clothes. He also went to Error’s room to grab a few of his clothes.
Then, he went to the laundry, where he got a bunch of food that wouldn’t spoil. After grabbing all that he needed, he put it all in his book bag, which was big enough for everything. Then he crawled under his bed, where there was a stack of money that was going to be used for college, but now going to be used for his survival.
Then, he went to grab a piece of paper, before writing a message. He wrote:
“Dear family, Geno might have told ya. Maybe not. But here’s the truth; I hurt him. It was bad, un-fresh. So I’m gonna go, stay away from ya. Remember what I said in the waiting room, Error? Well, I’m gonna keep that promise. Don’t even bother finding me. I can take care of myself, so I’ll won’t be coming back. I’d say 'I love you guys’, but that wouldn’t be true now, would it? After all, I CAN’T love.
~Fresh”
And with that, he took all his stuff, and left the house, not even looking back.
WLC 1.5: A House Divided
"You think I'll let you keep her in this hovel?" asks Jevoi, her eyes scanning the broken shelves and piles of refuse in the corners.
"As much as ya'd think I'd let ya take her to your fortress," says Ling.
"I'm willing to let YOU in," Jevoi's voice rises as small flames sparkle around her briefly, "I have a lab and a library."
"And I do not care."
Jevoi pauses. Her face slipping back into a smug malevolence. "There's also a pair of half-orc-"
"No."
"-Vrow twin-"
"NO."
"-Princess assassins-"
"n-n-no."
"-and their girlfriends are just dying to meet you."
The old lizard hissed and rasped. "Ya- ya- ya can't get me that easy." Ling pulls her hat down over her face.
"What else do you want?" Jevoi swings her arm into air. "Why would you rather live in trash?"
"This trash," seethes Ling, removing her hat, "Was your home. I spent half my life in this house and ya spent most of yours." She hops to her feet. "I built it. My life's work was done here." The room itself begins to shake. "Work ya destroyed."
Jevoi's eyes track Dalini, scurrying toward the back door. "Let's stay calm, Mum," she says, "We can still fix this. It's not too late. You don't know how many of your old friends are working for me now."
"Like who?" Ling scoffs, "Melandria? You think she's good for a brain?"
"She kept your old notes," says Jevoi, gesturing over to the glowing pod, "But there's so many others."
"Fine," says Ling, sitting down as the room stops shaking, "But first I need to tell ya 'bout how I met her."
"Why?" asks Jevoi.
"Story time!" shouts Dalini, racing back toward the fire.
"She's the first one to fund this," says Ling, "And we promised Dalini a yarn. So, sit down."
Jevoi summons an elaborate cushioned black throne to sit on; Dalini lies on the floor. "Oh, no," says the Empress, "Don't sit on the floor." She summons a matching stool which her daughter throws herself onto.
"Righto," says Ling, puffing up the fire, "Here's how I met the Shadow Queen."
WLC 1.4: Sun and Daughter
"Do ya remember," asks Ling to Dalini, "What I told ya about the sun?"
"Yeah," says the little one, releasing her grip on the wizard's robe, "The sun used to shoot light of the hole in it: shoosh." She wiggles her arms in front of her. "And it span around and around: woooo woooo woooo." The older geckos watched her twirl about. "But you didn't say why it stopped," she said, pouting and no longer rotating.
"Should we tell her?" asks Ling, "Why doesn't the sun shine?"
Jevoi scowls. "Sure, let's tell her... exactly why. Let's tell her everything about that happened that day." Jevoi's face contorted into a wicked smile. "Let's not leave out a single detail."
Ling looked away. "Maybe it's too soon."
Dalini hopped around into Ling's view. "But you said-"
Ling raised her hand. "That story's too... long."
"Dalini," says Jevoi, "We can tell that story later, like after you come home." She cracks a little smile. "Do you know what a palace is?"
Dalini shakes her head.
"It's a big castle filled with all sorts of things. We can go there and you can meet your other mother, my wife. We can get you new clothes and your own room and anything you want to put in it."
Dalini's eyes sparkle in the light. She inhaled an audible gasp.
"She isn't going," says Ling, "Without me."
"Very w-"
"I'm not going, so rack off."
WLC 1.3: Say, "The Princess?"
The wizard's daughter loosened her posture as she stared into the dark backroom. "Please, come out here," she says, her eyes aglow.
At the sound of shuffling behind the wizard, the old gecko sighs, "Fine, do it."
A smaller gecko in a ragged brown dress scurries quickly next to, and hides behind, the wizard. "Nana Ling," she whispers, "Who is that?"
"Don't act like ya weren't listening," says the wizard Ling, her focus still on her own daughter.
Said daughter takes a few steps forward, around the fire, and leans down. "I'm Jevoi, your mother," she says, smiling for the first time in months. "What's your name?"
The little gecko leans out from behind Ling and looks at her nana. Upon seeing a faint nod, she says, "Dalini. My name's Dalini."
"Dalini," Jevoi repeats, "What a beautiful name: Princess Dalini." Dalini tilts her head in confusion. In response, Jevoi stands tall again. "That's right," she says, "I am the Dead Sun Empress, ruler of the Inner Dark." She pauses, looking over her little doppelganger. "And that makes you-"
Ling scoffs. "Still trying to rename Inner Glow?"
"It hasn't glowed in eight years, Mum," says Jevoi, her eyes darting to the wizard's bone-infused hat rim which masks her.
"And whose fault is that, Jevoi?" asks Ling, leaning back so that Jevoi could see her face again, the face they share.
WLC 1.2: In the Long Quiet Night
In the half-buried atelier, surrounded by broken equipment and furniture, the two geckos continue to stare each other down. A soft red light faintly fills the room from the window of a large metal pod. Likewise, the bubbling from within it serves as the sound in the dead eternal night.
In front of the wizard, the remains a fire pit erupt back to life. She leans forward again. "Another cold summer day," she says with the faintest laugh, "Bring a gift? Or just more disappointment?"
"What I have brought are demands," says her daughter, scanning the room, "Where is she?"
"Look at you," scoffs the wizard, "Dressing like an elf, standing like an elf. Want me to turn ya into one?" She pulls one arm out of her robe; the long violet fingerless glove blend back into them, as she traces her finger up and down her daughter's image. "Nana Ning would be so disappointed."
"And whose fault is that?" exclaims her daughter, "The time I spent with her was measurable in days." She adjusts her fine black leather gloves. "And it's not as if you knew anything about us. How would you? But that's not the point. You're just trying to distract me from-" A shadow appears, just briefly, in the doorway in the back. "My daughter."
Wizard Lizard Chronicles 1.1: Prologue of the End
Under the blackened sun, in the half-buried remains of a town, walks a gecko in a regal military uniform. The gold trim of her dark suit matches the streak in the bangs of her long, straight black wig. A band of darkened scales sits across her face, pierced by her unyielding eyes.
"Back where we started," she mutters, as she approaches a the remains of an old stone alchemical store. Her boots kick up dirt as she marches, smashing through numerous magical barriers and wardings; her own power emanating from her (no fancy hand signs or magic words, just raw stubbornness) to clear her way.
She pushes open the battered door with a loud creak and steps in. The building is filthy, but not as abandoned as it appeared. Sitting in a chair of molded dirt in the dark is a figure in a robe and pointed hat. The wizard leans back to see under the brim of her hat and asks, "Came alone, did'ya?"
The intruder licks her eyes. "Yeah," she says, "Finally tired of running, Mum?"
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My little Klaus fic is all grown up and posted on ao3!
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this is godric's hollow by @moonyship 1/?, 5.4k Harry has only ever wanted to kill dragons. In Godric's Hollow, its basically a right of passage. A way to prove yourself. And as soon to be Chief, he desperately needs to prove himself before the dragons destroy everything he loves. The only issue is that he can't bring himself to do it.
we go where no one goes by @thundersarts 1?, 3.2k They treat Regulus as a ghost story. Something to share around a fireplace to scare kids, to make them not hate dragons because they're good as long as you are good. Regulus isn't a person to them. He's a curse. A sacrifice. Not to Sirius, though. Never to Sirius. After years of Regulus Black being missing, James goes out alone on a mission far from Berk. What he doesn't account for is to encounter the very same ghost that has been haunting his best friend's life.
postmarked by @kelpforestfire 1/?, 2.2k If the movie Klaus (2019) was made with the marauders, featuring a spoiled rich kid Sirius, disillusioned broke former idealist teacher Remus, snarky Peter, and love torn James. A Santa Klaus origin story.
The Summoners - Chapter 1
Brand New Beginning
Summary: just a normal girl with a weird dream moving to a new and interesting town on short notice, this is definatly not sci-fi or fantasy (sarcasm)
word count: 1.3k +
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It was a normal Wednesday afternoon. Thea, who was a 16-year-old girl, with short curly brown hair with golden accents in a slightly messy ponytail and dark brown eyes, came back from school. “Mom, Dad, I’m home,” she yelled as she walked in.
“Hi sweetie, how are you, me and your father have something important to tell you,” Thea’s mom yelled as she came out of the kitchen to greet Thea.
“oh?” Thea said surprised
“Yes, I got a job out of town, far out of town, well more like 20 towns away, and we all have to move,” said Thea’s dad in a sort of defensive tone.
“WHAT!” screamed Thea, shocked. Once Thea got back to her senses she went up to her room and did her homework. When she finished her homework she went back down to quickly have dinner and then back up to go to sleep.
A girl in a beautiful white flowing dress with yin-yangs. A sun, a crescent moon, and a yin-yang on her calm fairy-like face were standing in a grassy meadow, her hair flowing as if it was water. She was holding a white wooden staff with a bright pink orb on top of it. A unicorn with white fleece and a light pink horn along with a shadow steed (a horse made out of black smoke) galloped up to her, cuddling her in a cat-like manner. A phoenix with fiery red wings and a golden beak along with a dragon with white scales, golden horns, and rainbow accents landed near her. Then the floor started to shake when a ghost of a titan started walking to the area where the girl was. When the titan reached the place the girl was in, she turned to look at the ghost and then the girl started to -- Thea’s bedroom door had opened, Thea was on her bed cuddling her stuffed animal, her mom had opened the door saying that Thea didn't have to go to school if she didn't want to. Thea thought she should go tell her friends that she was moving, who was she kidding she had no friends except Ariana, though she should probably tell her.
When Thea got to school she met up with Ariana who was slightly shorter than Thea with long black hair and her face covered in freckles. “Ariana, guess what,” she said.
“What” Ariana responded.
“You're never gonna believe it,” Thea said sadly.
“Lemme guess, hm, your moving, no wait-”
“Actually yes,” Thea said surprised, “My dad got a job 20 towns away.”
“Oh no! I’m gonna miss you,” Ariana solemnly replied. They walked into class and sat down, took out their notebooks, and started class.
When Thea got home she went upstairs to her room to do her homework, then packed her stuff. Thea started by packing her toys, then her pictures. “I hope Ariana calls me so we can talk while I pack,” Thea thought. After a while, when Ariana still hadn’t called, Thea started to pack her clothes when her mom yelled across the house “THEA, SOMEONE IS ON THE SCRIBE AND THEY WANT TO TALK TO YOU.” Thea was surprised no one called her except for Ariana but she never used the scribe she always called on the phone. Nevertheless Thea went down to the scribe, a scribe was a big touch screen the size of a T.V. where you could call people on.
On the scribe was a boy around the age of Thea with dark skin, black tightly curled hair, and green eyes. “Hi, I'm Skia, and I am in charge of making new students feel welcome at ‘creathis school for the creative’ What are your skills?”
Confused, Thea responded, “ um, I have an A+ in math.”
“No, I mean your talents, like art, gaming, coding, ETC.”
“Oh okay, I'm a really good artist. I even have a painting of mine on Insta with over 10 millions likes, and I have one of the games I coded, animated, and voice acted for on STEAM.”
“Oh wow,” Skia responded, shocked, “you'll fit right in here, maybe even have a higher ranking than most other students,” Thea smiled proudly, but started to wonder why she was being called.
“Why are you calling me about a school I'm not even in?” she asked.
“Oh didn’t someone tell you that you're moving?” Skia responded.
“Uh yeah”
“Well your new school is ‘creathis school for the creative’” Skia told her. Surprised, Thea turned to look at her mom who was straightening up the living, and pretended not to notice or listen.
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Once Thea and her parents got to the new town they checked in at a hotel room since they still didn’t have a home there yet but we're working on it. The new town was called Khalkeus. “Hey, I’m going to check out my new school, kay?” Thea Said to her parents though she knew they wouldn’t mind. She set off to her school, and about 5 minutes into her walk to check out the new school she remembered that she doesn’t know where it is. She looked around and saw a girl around her age wearing headphones that had the ‘creathis’ school logo. “Hey, do you go to ‘creathis’,” She asked the girl, who had black hair up in a braided bun, blue eyes, and was wearing a short pink dress with a lavender unicorn embroidered on the front of it.
“Huh, what, uuuhh, who are you?” she said.
“Hi, I'm Thea and I'm new here. I'm going to ‘creathis’ school for the creative, do you know how to get there?”
“Oh, uh, yeah I’m the head of the greeting committee, come on, I’ll show you where it is.” After a while of walking she spurted, “OH, and by the way my name is Keros, sorry it’s not all the time I have to introduce myself, it’s a small town, and it has a bad record, A bunch of criminals learn their skills from here but luckily no one in town was actually hurt.” After that, it was a quiet walk except for the occasional direction telling.
“WOW,” exclaimed Thea, impressed at the school building which was obviously the students’ top art project, “This is beautiful.”
“Mhm!” Keros said positively, “All the students helped out, the painting squad painted the walls, the gaming group decided where the stuff went for the most efficiency, and the robotic team created all the robots that help us, as well as the lockers,” she said as she pointed to a locker with what looked like a fingerprint lock mechanism. “So here is your locker number and schedule, you start on tuesday, and you’ll receive your chip tomorrow,” Keros said as if every school did it. Thea stopped where she was, scared, then Keros realized that the chip thing wasn’t normal. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just to find you if you get lost, to track your heart rate, and if you have diabetes it tracks the sugar in your bloodstream,” she said trying to sound reassuring. Still, Thea didn't like the idea of it but was willing to do it to be able to attend this amazing school. “Anyhow, it’s not painful to get in, to have it in, or to take out,” Keros tried to reassure, “After you finish school they take it out, so you don’t live with it forever.”
Once they got to the “team room”, a special room where the teams have meetings and hang out, they’re also a “group room” and “squad room”, which are essentially the same thing but for groups and squads. “Well, see ya later,” Keros said, waving bye.
“BYE!” yelled Thea walking away. After about half a minute of walking, Thea was about to ask someone for directions when - Brrrrrr Brrrrrr Brrrrrrr - Her phone rang - Brrrrr Brrrrr Brrrrrr - She answered her phone.
“THEA ISORROPIA PROGONOUS, WHERE ARE YOU!!!!”
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Chapter 2 The summoners masterlist
masterlist
Chapter 1 redo
Authors note: there are minor changes to plot but the over-arching plot is identical to the original; there is a lot more content of higher quality and it’s not as jumpy too. So that you’re aware, these are more ‘public drafts’, this one being the v2, and I will keep updating them until the finalised versions.
Self critique: as of this version, there are still issues: pacing and excess of ‘telling’. There are interesting concepts in there but executing them is something that I’m unsure of how to do. I hope you still enjoy it.
Status: WIP v2
Word count: 4,000-4,500
Tags: sfw vore, Safe vore, soft vore, sfw g/t, angst, fearplay, not fanfiction, etc.
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Amongst the busy streets of the local market lay a trio, comprised of mostly delinquents, conceive of a simple idea. This idea, stupidity far from invisible, would dictate their lives in unexpected ways. This idea involved travelling to the statue and pretend to be eaten alive whilst taking some form of picture. The sole conscientious and responsible one, Sarah, saw through this as that particular statue was shrouded in legend; meaning it could not end up being pretend. Unable to hide her worries, attempts to inform those delinquents of that risk they instantly dismiss it as some form of heresy whilst being aware of just how real that threat is. Knowing, yet again, that despite their rabid impulsiveness that once they have made that decision would be final, so helping them could be the only option that’d be anywhere near responsible. The following conversation is how those initial events unfold:
Billy: *unveiling a photo of the statue. Followed by immediate nudging then later bumping the Floyd’s shoulder* enthusiastically “Ay! You know what would be a great idea? Climbing into that things’ mouth and pretending to be eaten alive! It would be so fun!”
Floyd: also enthusiastically “Yeah! I love that idea, it would make such a good photograph.”
Sarah: disappointment with a drop of frustration utters “you know you both are going to get yourselves killed if you keep doing those STUPID things!” With concern “what if it…wakes up?! You know those legends.”
Billy: empathetically “eh, I don’t that’s likely. The statue hasn’t moved in millennia” // Floyd: attempting to be empathetic but is dismissive “what do you mean wake up? That thing hasn’t moved THOUSANDS of years.”
*Sarah and Billy stare judgementally at Floyd. Sarah realises and facepalms*
With that decided, they head home and fill the time between now and tomorrow with either reasonable or unreasonable options given the circumstances. Though Floyd didn’t actually head home and following with Sarah to her house, they more concretely decided what would be necessary for the adventure and had a few a drinks as a pre-journey adventure morale boost. Then to sleep as they were going to get the equipment tomorrow.
From previous experiences, it was clear that no matter how hard she tried it to prevent them doing something stupid wouldn’t work so knowing that there was no stopping them she packs everything that they could possibly need, from their house: one set of hunting gear, three basic water filters with three bottles, two sets of climbing gear, navigation set whatever else she thought of that could be important. Promptly notifies her father but doesn’t with boys parents , as there was no point worrying them more then they already are, about the supposedly quick journey. That conversation included all the risks and the whole plan of pretending to be eaten by the statue, jokingly talking how about it could actually happen though they both dismiss that absurd idea. The father acknowledges their daughter’s notice, and with a somber tone in voice he utters “you really are the only person keeping those boys alive, aren’t you?” And dismisses her. The journey should take around two days on foot, it takes 3 days.
Full, they leave the town gates, check the map and head out. As nothing eventful happens the first they end set up camp far enough in the woods that any passer-by’s can barely seen cite and a poor sleep. Waking up and tired and grouchy, they proceed much more slower as it filled with meaningless arguments and fights that Floyd has to keep breaking up as they seem to be the only one who acts mature with poor sleep. Although Sarah is much more experienced in hunting Floyd catches more as her irritatability means that her prey runs before she get a shot off. Floyd ended just ominously walked towards them until they were to exhausted to keep going and somehow didn’t lose em. Billy tried chasing them but as literally everything was faster he failed spectacularly. As a bountiful amount of food was caught, they put any that was either to much to carry or saved for later. With the day coming to a close , they chomped and cooked the deer into suitable portions after setting camp for the night once again. Once it had gone down they had some sleep to prepare for the next day of travelling and hopefully their arrival. With some alright sleep, good enough for no arguments, they sped towards the statue and with it coming into view they plan and unintentionally dismiss that plan.
Sarah gives two thirds of the remaining food and water to the others, she attempts to confirm that they’ll be fine without and they return with half-assed dismissal and excited confidence. As this was going to be the last they were to see one another she reassessed her previous thoughts on whether or not it was actually a statue, she remembers that the longest case of petrification was a day under 20 years and using her knowledge as a volunteer vet for the townsfolk, she made an educated guess that with similar potency the longest it could be is 400 years. As shere was no recorded movement in over 2000years, she deemed the legends as just legends, believing it was a sense of anxiety. She returns home in just under 2 days, as she skipped sleep to get home faster.
During that time, Billy and Floyd also convinced that the statue wouldn’t wake up began to climb the giant. Steadily, they gain towards their aim; it’s mouth. Throughout the short climb they discuss how best to make it interesting, they consider some sense of melancholy, potientially a scent of primal fear. Ultimately however, they push the excitement to when they get there. When they do, they both take a little bit of time to cook the food, a nice squirrel kebab, and rest the night atop the stone tongue of the giant. Once day breaks, well rested and energised they begin to experiment with what would work best. Depending on what the reader, you, likes what happens next could be considered a terrible or a relaxing experience, the stone begins to crack as the petrification spell begins to wear off. It starts slowly, not even noticed by the boys messing around in its mouth, then begins to accelerate. The boys realised they were no legends and that were would experience it first hand, as the mouth turns from stone to a wet soft flesh. In a panic, unsure what to do takes a picture of his panicking brother inside. The giant feeling something stuck in his mouth begins to swallow, as the muscles of the gargantuan oesphagus pulled Floyd down to the stomach, Floyd fights back desperately hoping this is just a nightmare. As the giant wakes up, with his throat clear, he sees a freightened and frozen Billy. Oblivious to what he just swallowed, he attempts to calm the little thing, by focusing on how he means no harm then rather what he just did. For seconds but what feel like minutes, Billy stares the now closed mouth and begins to tear up believing he just lost one of the few people who really mattered. The giant still oblivious, continues to try and comfort the tiny.
Floyd still hyperventilating and scared tries and fails to calm himself, as even if he won’t die a likely slow, horrible and painful death he is imprisoned in the belly of a giant, far from any place that any rational person would want to be. His minds starts to race on what could happen; If I don’t get digested then how am I going to leave? Am I going to pooped out!? I’m not getting pooped out, THAT IS NOT HAPPENING. With the lack of any control on what the outcome could be and knowing he’ll at least live he calms down and, hell that’s going to be one crazy story to tell. Grounding himself, he can’t help but spot the odd serenity that this place has: darkness, silky soft walls, warmth and ambiance. Once learning that this day wasn’t going to be his last and finally being calm after what feels like an hour; he decides to have a nap hoping that it was just a dream. Suprisingly, he falls asleep far faster than he ever had before and as he fades to sleep; he thought that this is quite nice but dismisses as it is quite absurd.
Whilst this happens, his brother Billy, still in distress and disbelief, is soothed by the giant — who is also panicking, though hiding it. As the giant is the most calm he tries to calm the tiny but to no avail; as they have just seen one of there closest friends disappear into the giants gullet. He screams. Billy, with as much effort as he can muster, tries to notify — and while ugly crying and trying to suppress the urge to just scream — the giant that he just ate his friend and brother and to please spit him out. The giant whilst desperately trying to soothe a tiny, who clearly needs it, over hears their pleas; realises that was the thing that he just swallowed when he woke up. Understanding the situation, asks to clarify something that if they knew who he was that they would know that he should be fine. An extremely confused Billy responds to these bizarre questions, realising throughout that conversation that Floyd will be fine. With that cleared up and getting so confused that he ended up being grounded, they decide how to go from here.
In the meantime, Sarah — unaware of what transpired — does her usual monthly routine of purchasing some textiles for her friends fashion designs in their sketchbook and for voodoo dolls. Nothing else of note happens from Sarah’s perspective as of yet. And Floyd remains asleep.
On they way to the town, to get their help, they have a friendly chat about their life, names and anatomy as Floyd would likely be interested as he was known to be nerdy and reckless, especially about the things that he got nerdy about, though they only tend last for maybe a couple month at most and change all the time. They learn that his name is Gondor and that he has two stomachs: the first of which doesn’t kill the things but instead heals them of most illnesses, the second will kill you as that is the one that does the digestion. How he found that out was never elaborated on and when it asked he turned his head away and didn’t talk until the conversation turned to something. Due to the giants sheer size they were able to cover the distance that took them multiple days to travel in a mere hours, and once the tiny noticed that they were close enough he told Gondor to stop and lower him to the ground. With the tiny being that’s now walking he notices just much more slow he is, it takes half an hour to reach town.
Hearing the gate bell ring, Sarah heads to the gates to investigate as the only who are known to be outside the gates were them, they meet near the gate toll booth. With the two together, Billy informs them of the matter. It goes as follows;
Billy crying and with a crackly voice: “I don’t know how to say this, but whatever you do, don’t panic. We have a lot more time than you might think.”
Sarah stirn yet distressed: “where is your brother?”
Billy barely believing it himself utters: “he... uhhh… got swallowed by the giant statue”
Sarah sternly: “bullshit. Where is he?” // Billy: “…”// Sarah experiencing a flurry of emotions: “wait what? ITS ALIVE?! FUCK! Is he dead?”
With the news delivered Billy tries to tell Sarah the rest while keeping her calm. Shocked, she tries to understand how Billy is this calm after seeing his brother get eaten ALIVE and the prospect of a fate worse then death, he can’t make sense of it either when he tries to recall what happened. Trying to recall what happened lead to have him a panic attack as he begun to relive that experience, she desperately tries to calm him as she feels immense guilt for feeling that she caused this, and not just the panic attack but the whole charade. As it is clear that he got fucked up by that she recommends a good therapist to help with combating the trauma, he refuses outright.
As time passes the two calm and head to her father, the mayor, for help on the current situation. Once the get to the mayor and barge into his meeting room — as he wasn’t in his office — he initially goes to dismiss them but sees the distress and horror in their faces and proceeds to dismiss everyone but them. Concerned, sternly tries to get whatever the cause of their distress is and with the nature of the situation he is stunned. Once the initial shock passes he orders some local officers to help investigate the matter and get better grasp of how to handle it.
On the way to the giant, they fill in the officers with the same information that they told her father, immediately proceeded by an awkward silence which followed them until the reached their destination. When they reach him, the enormity apparent as clear as the sun burning into your retinas, their shock nullifies them. With a photograph of the moment his brother disappeared into the jaws of death; he stares at that face and breaks. Under their own duress, they all attempt to comfort them with any remaining rational denial washed away they can only delude themselves into what they know happening, as the events are still unfolding, isn’t actually happening. Only an insane, yet rational, person would accept those events as what they truly are; something believed only to be in the books of myth and legend just ate a person and they’re not even dead. As the tinies are in a collective panic attack and delusion he can only watch until it passes. As day turns to dusk and the situation calm, Gondor provokes the conversation that they were supposed to have.
During that time, the officers that overheard that conversation look at each other with panicked faces; someone is going to have to climb into their mouth and go down his throat to “save” him. Promptly agreeing without uttering a word that by no stretch of the imagination that they are doing that. Billy realising that too, volunteers if that is what comes to pass. Privately, the giant is excited at the premise of swallowing and tasting more prey as that was a long forgotten tradition to heal tinies from their wounds. Don’t forget that wasn’t the only bonus: it was a whole load of fun for both, feisty prey where a particular favourite. They were the tastiest after all, can’t help but snack on the sweetest of nectar, especially because they made the whole meal a little more interesting.
The officers having nothing new other then recommended counselling they return to town. the giant remains amongst the nearby mountain valley as they trek back. Still visibly shook by something — yet nothing — they still try to console him it doesn’t, it can’t, work. As it’s only a 10 minute journey with the car they leave him be until they reach the mayor and tell him the news. When they do Sarah remains with Billy just to be there while the officers inform him of the matter at hand. He clears his schedule. Announcing an immediate meeting in the main hall to discuss the matter at hand.
During that meeting, Sarah and Billy were excluded out of an expected necessity; they were both sent to Billy’s home and although it was thought that it would be better to inform his mother, Kelly, but to avoid any more distress and pain she decided against it until they got Floyd. Kelly immediately knew something was very wrong with her kids and Tried to pry it out of her but all she got was ‘not yet-s’ and ‘it’s not the right time’. Beyond frustrated, she made her promise that they would be safe and that she would tell her what exactly happened, she did.
The meeting included many: the head of logistics and transport, security commissioner, infrastructural and civil engineering advisor, medical personnel, mayor’s managerial staff and a recommended workforce. As a sudden and unplanned meeting grabs a lot of attention from lower ranking officials and the content that the meeting will discuss it must stay secret. Many ideas are passed around the not that secret meeting in the main hall, such as: just let him pass through the entire digestive system, or more of direct rescue. One idea was initially went for the go-ahead, it was denied as the notion that the deeper he went through the more likely that he would die. As concepts for a rescue direct were being conjured one of the personnel jokingly exclaimed that it could be his new home: some got offended, others tried to hold in laughter as they only let a teensy giggle including the mayor of all people. Although they were an obvious idea for a direct rescue — voluntarily getting eaten then escaping with them — it was expected that no one would volunteer for that so it was dismissed before even being mentioned. Another was trying to force the giant to drink some salty water and that a host of issues: getting it salty to enough for him to throw up, the notion that it could, drowning hazard, transporting multiple tonnes of salt water past the mountains, getting him to drink it and likely more. This was dismissed too. Then one of the officers that met the giant earlier exclaimed the obvious, frustrated at the obvious issue the mayors asks him:
“how in the hell are we supposed to find a person to get voluntarily eaten, hmm?
Calmy in response: “Billy sir, he said he would sir.”
Still frustrated: “you saw the state he was in, do you not think that’s he up to doing that?”
Calmy in response: “exactly sir, it could help sir.”// Explaining his position that using them as the so-called ‘bait’ that it could help reduce the immense guilt as he gets directly involved with his saving. Seeing his point and the meeting coming to no decision otherwise he goes to confer with his daughter and Billy.
During this time, Billy remains in his room atop his bed staring into the wall looking lifeless, crying. Kelly and Sarah staying downstairs overhearing silence. To empty the silence filling the room with an eerie dread, they attempt to make conversation but they too are possessed. Hours go by as nothing but silence fills the room but a sudden intense sobbing breaks the tension emanating from upstairs. As it approaches and enters only to comforted something that desperately needs to fill the air. At the worst time, the mayor barges into the room asking to see Billy and his daughter. Sounding cold, he asks Sarah if he could volunteer and explains — she interrupts before he has that chance on how he is clearly not in a state to do anything — as he does she reluctantly agrees.
As that time passes within the stomach of the giant, Floyd realises that this is no dream but unlike earlier he has been fully enamoured by its serenity. After all: it’s all warm, cozy, safe, dark and he doesn’t have to deal with his annoying brother. Kicking the walls to grab their attention because how else do you that whilst imprisoned in their stomach? As there isn’t much else to really to do other then take it all in, they try to get to know him better. During the exchange, they learn that not only that his was Gondor but that he was known amongst the local tribes people for protecting and healing them. With only mild concern, Gondor asks how he’s doing in there and ends up reluctantly admitting that he actually likes being in there and explains on how peaceful and relaxing this place is. Even so, he would never admit to liking something that he assumed would be traumatising to others and proceeds to jokingly suggest that it could be his new home.
The plan would be as follows, the ‘bait’ (the one who volunteers) is strapped onto a harness which is simultaneously attached to a industrial spindle anchored to the ground. The bait would then crawl into the giants mouth to be swallowed; to ensure that they go down easily they would initially be drenched in their saliva, in their mouth or otherwise. Although it wasn’t popular it would make it significantly easier for the operation to go smoothly. Once the ‘prey’ had been secured they ought to be removed immediately and if any unforeseen events occur they are to be removed even if the ‘prey’ hasn’t been secured. If that is the case the operation would repeat but as immediately swallowed instead of being ‘played with’ inside their mouth.
With all the equipment transported, in one small convoy: one tow truck, two trucks, two police cars. This did rely on a simple, yet devious, notion that the giant already tried to spit them out and failed. With everything in place it was time to get eaten alive. Attached and harnessed up, he stood upon the palm of the giant and like an elevator was lifted towards the cavernous maw; staring, he freezes upon the memory of that incident reappearing for a few minutes. The tension rose from the crowd as the very real possibility that he wasn’t up to it and that truly ineffable fear takes grasp and paralyses him, the moment that the conviction risen to its peak he climbed into, the now pond of saliva within, his mouth. To get him ready for going the pipe, the giant begun to play with him; getting tossed side to side with a slab of muscle bigger then him, getting drenched with saliva to the point that whenever he desperately tried to grasp on anything he just slipped off. As what felt like hours, but were only a few seconds, he begins to get pulled into the narrow sinkhole. Engulfed in: darkness, such a narrow space he could be barely breath and getting crushed with every inch that he slide down with nothing to grab onto he could only submit. As he slowly got dragged down the wet tube it felt like hours… no power to fight… only the power to submit to its raw heat. Dropping into the stomach, he snaps the glow-stick to see a doused in a faint green light a freakishly calm Floyd.
Although Gondor did find Billy quite delectable, he knew that only did he just want this over and done with, he wouldn’t like it given his previous reaction so to fulfil his wishes he got him as easy to swallow as fast as he could — albeit a bit aggressive — and quickly swallowed not like he could resist the temptation anyhow. The brothers stuck staring into each others eyes, filled with a perceived horror; it breaks with a heart-to-heart.
Billy stern to sorrowful: “are you alright? God, it’s such a relief to see you again” and goes in for a hug, crying.// Floyd reciprocating: “it’s good to see you too buddy”
Billy jokingly: “you know I had to get my self eaten alive to get you back, right?”
Floyd jokingly: “funny you say that. He could’ve just spat me out and this whole escapade would’ve been completely avoided.”// Billy sternly and angrily: “what?!!”
Floyd sensing he just made a grave attempts to retreat but can’t. Billy tries to get him to explain but they can he jumps at them and they begin to fight. This fighting, jolting the stomach side-to-side, up and down begins to make the giant go from a mild giggle to full-on laughter as it continues. Clearly unexpected, minutes go by as they wonder do we bother pulling them out as it shouldn’t be taking this long and this be the result, the confusion settling they pull them out. As he is being dragged up, stupidly still fighting against no one, it resulted in him getting swallowed to so that he’d stop. Emerging from his throat: drenched and dripping, gets asked why is he alone; in retrospect realises that in the flurry of emotions he didn’t hook Floyd up and he’ll have to get swallowed again, the rest realise this too as only a single silhouette can be made. Blurting in befuddled anger he informed the giant that he knew of the malicious mischief and what exactly that entailed. Everyone heard. Expectantly, gets chucked into his mouth and swallowed into the void.
Frozen as he crushing, yet smooth, descent down his gullet, he re-acquaints with an unimpressed Floyd interlocking eyes as they get stuck in mutual disappointment for one another. Floyd trying to escape this awful atmosphere screams to spit ‘em out; Gondor just about overhearing a cry gently spits them out. they gently glide up the oesophagus and slide of the top of the hard and soft tongue without any denial of compliance. Swamped in spit and stomach fluid they’re lowered onto the grass next to Sarah; they stand in muted silence.
With every soul known to be alive and well, the state of a ‘disconnected reality’ breaks revealing just how desecrated he became. Whilst Billy is having himself a crisis, Floyd and Sarah exchange virtual hugs in jubilation and as expected they are swiftly de-contaminated and given a fresh new set of dull grey and colourful hawaiian clothes. With the whole ordeal over, the trio celebrate at the local pub, resulting in drinking apple juice in a beer mug. By no stretch of imagination were they going to drink actual beer; it tastes like piss. Floyd however, is possessed by the previous experience and considers exploring those strange feelings.
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Authors note: If and when there any critiques about writing quality, character development etc DM or comment plz. The finalised versions I hope that I will post them on AO3 or smth. I have an idea for ch2; I’ll follow the same thing routine with ‘concept draft in parts’ followed by a ‘semi-flushed out draft’.
