(So for those of you who didn’t know I was an avid fanfic writer back in the day, I’ve had a severe drought/writer’s block, so this is an interest check for an idea that sprung to mind. I’ll probably end up writing it either way, but figured I might get some motivation lol. So the idea was that Error is a lighthouse keeper and after an incredibly violent storm, a massive creature washed up on his island. And when I say massive, I mean “could easily swallow him if I were into vore” massive. I stole inspiration for the idea from ai slop that rolled across my screen while doomscrolling on tiktok; the mermaid was in the middle of the desert somehow?? How was fmc filling the hole she dug for him with water, where did she get it from– no, how did she even make a hole big enough for him?? Where did her friend come from when she lives in the middle of nowhere??)
Scene I’ve constructed in my mind:
Error ((I’ll come up with a human name for him later)) stared hard at the pale throat before him. All he had to do was press his hand against the carotid artery and check for a pulse. Easy, he could do that. He could– The moment his palm neared the flesh, he cringed so hard he could feel his gag reflex tripping. He turned and dry heaved, shaking his hands against the phantom sensation of physical contact with flesh. God, nope. The creature was dead. It could rot on his lawn for all he cared— ugh, but the stench—! If it was alive and he left it, soon it would be dead and then he’d have the same dilemma.
“For f– fu– –uck’s sake!” he shouted, turning and marching to the still creature. He slapped a hand against its throat—squeezing his eyes shut right before contact, as if that would help. The sensation of cold, slimy flesh turned his stomach and bile flooded his mouth, his elbow buckling with the urge to separate. No, no, it wasn’t flesh he was touching. It was a wall—a freshly painted wall! So freshly painted that wet paint was oozing between his fingers and rolling across the back of his hand. His buzzing nerves remained skeptical as he dug himself into the fantasy—
Error’s eyes snapped open in time to watch the flesh beneath his hand swell and deflate as the next slow pulse rolled through it. He felt the blood drain from his face and he yanked his hand away to clamp onto his knee instead as he spit up his breakfast on his shoes.
(Yah, that’s it, the rough draft of what could turn into a story. The other details I have are: Error has a little fishy friend in an aquarium he named Blue after an old friend, he’s lived and worked the lighthouse for about five years, he has an ex named Ink ((will also get a human name)), this is a human au in case the repeated mentions of flesh didn’t clue anyone in. Nightmare is a forgotten sea god and his hair is literally made of inky black water, but has a physical form if that makes sense; like, it feels silky smooth to the touch, but it can break like water if moved or touched with enough force, etc.)
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