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A brief superhero idea
Jun. 4th, 2024 02:16 am“So, why do you call yourself the Hyena?” I asked. “I didn’t think you had any powers that were hyena-like.”
“Ugh, I hate these conversations. I’m Ironheart, but no one ever calls me that. Not after my first fight.”
“Well, that’s mean. But I still don’t get it.”
“Just wait for it. If this meetup turns violent, you’ll figure it out.”
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I wasn’t sure if or when he stopped to breathe. It was handy in a way. He was the durable type, and anyone who wanted to hurt us couldn’t help but focus on the laughing maniac who kept charging at them.
“Yeah, he does that,” one of the other heroes said. “Whenever he gets scared.”
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“But he’s winning. Almost single-handedly.”
“He gets scared easy.”
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May. 19th, 2024 08:05 pmYou’re a type I’ve seen far too many times before. You’re afraid people will realize you’re worthless, so you push them away in advance. You’re terrified of not meeting expectations, but you’re terrified of meeting them, too, because then you have to keep meeting them and you’re sure you’ll fuck up eventually.
Well, it’s your lucky day. I have no expectations of you at all.
There’s no failure that could make me think less of you than I already do. If you’re helpful in the smallest, slightest way, that will still be more than I could hope for. If you spit insults to drive me away, I’ll tell you exactly what I think of your self-absorbed self-loathing. We can despise each other freely, with no disappointment, and in the end, isn’t that all you want?
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Mar. 11th, 2024 10:15 pmYou know when you’re thinking about a story you read, and you suddenly get something? I just had that for a story I wrote. (It’s called Hate, and it’s bodymod porn on Literotica.com.)
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I’m very proud of Hate, and I love that even I didn’t figure out everything I was doing.
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I’m very proud of Hate, and I love that even I didn’t figure out everything I was doing.
The King Upon the Chessboard
Feb. 6th, 2024 09:22 pmAn Arknights fic
The ritual doesn’t require a circle. Actually, the ritual doesn’t require anything except inhuman focus and willpower. But painting puts into perspective why I’m doing this. So in this isolated storage room in a forgotten corner of the landship, I draw a borrowed paintbrush across the floor, marking my separation from the rest of the world in an unbroken ring of red.
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The ritual doesn’t require a circle. Actually, the ritual doesn’t require anything except inhuman focus and willpower. But painting puts into perspective why I’m doing this. So in this isolated storage room in a forgotten corner of the landship, I draw a borrowed paintbrush across the floor, marking my separation from the rest of the world in an unbroken ring of red.
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The recording clicks on.
“I think the Vimeer can track when we upload files,” a voice says. “So I went old-fashioned. If I'm lucky, they won't think to search for this recording. If I'm really lucky, I'll be able to pick it up myself. Share this with someone you trust.”
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“I think the Vimeer can track when we upload files,” a voice says. “So I went old-fashioned. If I'm lucky, they won't think to search for this recording. If I'm really lucky, I'll be able to pick it up myself. Share this with someone you trust.”
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Feb. 20th, 2023 11:24 pm“Don’t know what to feel . . .”
“You’re singing?”
“I’m writing a song. When I was picking apples earlier, I figured out how to start it. This place is so strange. Now I’ve got another line. Don’t know what to feel.”
“Huh. Any plans for the third line?”
“Not yet. Maybe I’ll figure something out tomorrow. I’ll have a lot of time to think while we’re fixing up the barn.”
“Wait. You’re singing a song.”
“I’m writing a song.”
“One line at a time.”
“Yes.”
“While doing a bunch of different activities.”
“Yes.”
“Are you montaging?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“You’re singing?”
“I’m writing a song. When I was picking apples earlier, I figured out how to start it. This place is so strange. Now I’ve got another line. Don’t know what to feel.”
“Huh. Any plans for the third line?”
“Not yet. Maybe I’ll figure something out tomorrow. I’ll have a lot of time to think while we’re fixing up the barn.”
“Wait. You’re singing a song.”
“I’m writing a song.”
“One line at a time.”
“Yes.”
“While doing a bunch of different activities.”
“Yes.”
“Are you montaging?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
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Jan. 26th, 2023 11:11 amAwake now, traitor? Don’t bother trying to get out of those ropes. I already found that knife in your boot.
Revenge? No, that’s not what this is. I don’t hate you any more or less than any of the other scum we fight. This isn’t about me, it’s about Rob.
He still loves you, you know. He thinks you’re brainwashed or some shit. You and your new friends try your best to kill him, and he tries his best to save you.
It’s breaking him, seeing you like this. He can’t forget you, he can’t escape you, and he won’t defeat you. Sooner or later, he’s going to get himself killed trying to bring you back. And I owe him too much to let him make his own terrible choices.
It would hurt him to learn of your death. So I won’t leave enough of you to find.
Revenge? No, that’s not what this is. I don’t hate you any more or less than any of the other scum we fight. This isn’t about me, it’s about Rob.
He still loves you, you know. He thinks you’re brainwashed or some shit. You and your new friends try your best to kill him, and he tries his best to save you.
It’s breaking him, seeing you like this. He can’t forget you, he can’t escape you, and he won’t defeat you. Sooner or later, he’s going to get himself killed trying to bring you back. And I owe him too much to let him make his own terrible choices.
It would hurt him to learn of your death. So I won’t leave enough of you to find.
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Jun. 29th, 2022 07:27 pmInspired by a story by Coeur Al’Aran.
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“Look, you don’t have to tell me what you’re going through. But you need to tell someone. You toss and turn all night, and sometimes you whimper. I can’t have you fighting if you’re not at your best.”
“I know. It’s just hard to explain. It’s like … There are things that have happened, and there are things that might happen, and sometimes I lose track of the difference.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”
“Remember that thing that looked like it used to be a bear? The whole fight, I was playing out what it might do. Here’s how I’ll react if I manage to lure it towards me. Here’s how I’ll react if it goes towards you. Here’s how I’ll react if it’s smart enough to realize Maria’s the biggest threat. And it’s not like numbers or sketches. I see all those things, side by side, and they all feel real to me. So I saw what it would be like if it clawed Maria’s belly open.”
“Holy shit … But Maria’s faster than she looks. It wouldn’t have caught her.”
“I know that now, but I was still figuring her out back then. I saw the things I could predict, based on what I knew. I still see them in every fight. What if that fire lizard gets off a lucky shot? What if that bat thing swoops past me and I can’t stop it? I’ve watched you die so many different ways, and yet you’re here talking to me.”
“No offense, but what in holy hell are you doing on the battlefield?”
“I saw what might happen if I wasn’t here.”
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“Look, you don’t have to tell me what you’re going through. But you need to tell someone. You toss and turn all night, and sometimes you whimper. I can’t have you fighting if you’re not at your best.”
“I know. It’s just hard to explain. It’s like … There are things that have happened, and there are things that might happen, and sometimes I lose track of the difference.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”
“Remember that thing that looked like it used to be a bear? The whole fight, I was playing out what it might do. Here’s how I’ll react if I manage to lure it towards me. Here’s how I’ll react if it goes towards you. Here’s how I’ll react if it’s smart enough to realize Maria’s the biggest threat. And it’s not like numbers or sketches. I see all those things, side by side, and they all feel real to me. So I saw what it would be like if it clawed Maria’s belly open.”
“Holy shit … But Maria’s faster than she looks. It wouldn’t have caught her.”
“I know that now, but I was still figuring her out back then. I saw the things I could predict, based on what I knew. I still see them in every fight. What if that fire lizard gets off a lucky shot? What if that bat thing swoops past me and I can’t stop it? I’ve watched you die so many different ways, and yet you’re here talking to me.”
“No offense, but what in holy hell are you doing on the battlefield?”
“I saw what might happen if I wasn’t here.”
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Apr. 2nd, 2022 01:34 pm“I know what you’re wondering,” the old magician said. “Why would anyone bother to learn pain magic? It’s miserable, it’s risky, and there’s not much it can do that other magic systems can’t. Well, I’m going to let you in on a fact most magic users won’t tell you. Using magic sucks.”
“Oh, having magic is great. Having magic is a cheat code to the universe. But actually using magic is five hours meticulously following every step of an excruciatingly repetitive ritual, and then it turns out your crystals had too many impurities, or you didn’t measure right to where the ley line was, and you have to start all over. No matter what you choose to do for your magic, you will hate it, and that hate will spill over to everything remotely related.”
“Have you ever met a sex mage? They can barely stand to look at dicks anymore. And every consumption mage I’ve ever met had an eating disorder. Pain already sucks. I don’t want to feel pain. So I’m not ruining something I would have liked.”
“Oh, having magic is great. Having magic is a cheat code to the universe. But actually using magic is five hours meticulously following every step of an excruciatingly repetitive ritual, and then it turns out your crystals had too many impurities, or you didn’t measure right to where the ley line was, and you have to start all over. No matter what you choose to do for your magic, you will hate it, and that hate will spill over to everything remotely related.”
“Have you ever met a sex mage? They can barely stand to look at dicks anymore. And every consumption mage I’ve ever met had an eating disorder. Pain already sucks. I don’t want to feel pain. So I’m not ruining something I would have liked.”
Scrapyard Station: Immigration
Mar. 5th, 2022 04:28 am“Name?” the official on duty asks.
“Zenalius,” the immigrant replies.
“Any other names?”
“No. In Zobzepan Colony, we only use one name.”
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“Zenalius,” the immigrant replies.
“Any other names?”
“No. In Zobzepan Colony, we only use one name.”
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No one knows why hyperspace is lethal. Animals come back dead, and a Tinker criminal who tried to flee through hyperspace died as well. No method of resuscitation can restore brain function, yet the brain appears entirely undamaged. Even Nomads, who easily and safely travel hyperspace, can't explain how they do it beyond “We just do.”
(Bacteria survive. Plants usually don't. It varies for fungi.)
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(Bacteria survive. Plants usually don't. It varies for fungi.)
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Feb. 18th, 2022 10:08 pmElven Job Offer made it through on Literotica. Read it if you want hot fae sex and hot werewolf sex. (I’m saving the fae/werewolf sex for chapter 2.)
Well, I finally wrote something furry
Jan. 27th, 2022 09:56 pmIt’s called The All-Spirit, and it’s a transformation fable. Don’t worry; it’s SFW. I’m quite proud of what I did with it.
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Jan. 1st, 2022 10:09 amI decided not to post this one on TwoSentenceHorror:
The old man warned you this was mimic country, but you snuck off to have sex. When you dressed afterwards, your underwear bit down.
The old man warned you this was mimic country, but you snuck off to have sex. When you dressed afterwards, your underwear bit down.
