Welp you've proven me wrong about not drawing him, but since you wanna judge art sooooo badly:
While the style is cute, the anatomy in your pieces are off with the line work being messy at best, and the lack of shading makes the colors look flat and uninteresting
Your characters are allowed to be bad people. Your story is allowed to have no moral lesson.yyour ending is allowed to be sad. The villain can win. The good person can do something unforgivable. The lovers can destroy each other. You are allowed to write the thing that no one asked for and everything that everyone told you doesn’t work and you are allowed to not explain yourself.
This has been sitting in my drafts for like...three months? Four months? It feels like a long time. I don't think it's complete enough to post to Ao3, but I've had fun writing about my sad mutant girl anyways, so I'm plopping it here.
I think Tumblr has a character limit, so I'm just going to stick the different parts in reblogs. There's a sex scene and murder in later parts.
Shit, Val thought. Her chin bumped hard against her captor's broad shoulder with each of his stomping footsteps. Shit shit shit shit-
It had been her own fault. Her father had told her to stay in the Vault, after all; surely he knew that something like this was bound to happen.
Maybe not exactly this, but then again, she had no way of telling how much there was about her that he knew and refused to disclose. She'd always been...wrong...and that wrongness had gotten worse the older she became. Everyone avoided her the larger she grew, as though there was something about her that screamed "danger." Sure, they were POLITE about it...but she noticed, and it stung.
She wasn't even allowed to have a gun, or handle sharp objects; she had eavesdropped on her father's best friend speaking, voice low and hushed, about how she may "snap" someday, that her behavior may become unpredictable. James had joked in turn that oh yes, of course- his sweet-tempered, always-joking little girl would soon be sucking the marrow from their bones...and Val had crawled into her cot, buried her face in her pillow, and cried herself to sleep.
Amata hadn't cared. The one person who seemed to understand, who didn't jump when she entered a room or speak to her as though she was always on the verge of violence.
At the thought of her friend- her ONLY friend- grief flooded her mouth, bitter like bile.
She hadn't heeded her father's warning, and now Amata was never going to know what happened to her.
The hard muscle and bone of the creature that held her, flung across his shoulder, bruised her ribs. She squirmed against the discomfort, and in return he laughed.
"You eager? You not want to wait?"
His words ground out of him, speech slow and broken, but almost human.
Val managed to find her voice.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, far more meek than she would have liked. Some little part of her, a spark in her mind that burned deep when she was angry, wanted her to growl, to thrash, to sink her teeth into the hardened skin of his throat and RIP until he would bleed, until he would drown.
Her body couldn't obey. Terror gripped her muscles, seized her lungs.
"We almost there," the beast said, sounding pleased with himself.
Val knew enough about Super Mutants to understand. They preferred to take prey back to the crude nests they made for themselves in ruined buildings and on cliffsides, unless the hunger for human flesh was too strong for them to wait.
Her hands were free, but what good were they? She'd dropped her gun when the creature had grabbed her, scared shitless at how he seemed to have come out of nowhere while she was busy bathing in the river to get the Radroach guts off of her skin.
Her Vault uniform was still laying in the dirt, back where she'd been taken...not that she would need it once she was dead.
Her captor had constructed a crude abatis, a semi-circle of sharpened wood, with one entryway and a backside of craggy rock, unclimbable. The smell of rotting meat was overwhelming, and had there been anything in her stomach, she wouldn't have been able to keep it down.
The center of his dwelling was where he took her, and threw her onto the ground. His massive body blocked the only way out, trapping her perfectly, and all she could do was stare and shake in terror as he grabbed one of her arms, yanking her into a sitting position while he kneeled to cage her in.
He pressed his face to her chest, his teeth grazing her stomach as he pushed against her as close as he could come and huffed deep. A pleased rumble ground deep in his throat and his tongue lolled out, dragging up the length of her entire body.
I'm food, she thought, and wanted to sob, to scream. Amata, he's going to kill me.
His mouth closed around her side so that he could bite at her ribs...but the expected piercing of teeth didn't come.
Instead, he simply toyed with her, worrying her around in the dirt as though he was a dog, and scraping her back against pebbles and dead grass, growling as he did it.
"Pretty thing," he rumbled. "Others say no such thing Super Mutant woman...ha!" He grabbed her thighs in his hands, spreading her wide and nestling his face against her groin, breathing her in. "I prove them wrong."
Several confused thoughts ripped through Val's mind, the first being that she was absolutely NOT a Super Mutant. The next was that somehow, something had this BEAST thinking that she was, and that she was about to be used in the most degrading, violating way.
The last was that she didn't feel well, and that the world was going dark.
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The first thing that Val felt was something soft and wet rubbing against her mouth, and the scent of copper filled her nose.
She groaned and tried to wave it away, but it didn't stop until she managed to force her eyes to open, blinking in the afternoon sunlight.
There was something red crushed against her face. The remembrance of where she was settled onto her and she sat up, panic overtaking her mind.
She'd been asleep, asleep in the presence of a Super Mutant.
...But she didn't hurt. Her back stung, but that was all. No pain between her legs, no blood to indicate that anything had been done to her.
Her vision cleared as she sat and breathed, and there she saw the massive creature kneeling next to her, holding a dripping handful of raw meat.
"Woman sick," he said. "Thought so. So skinny, so small, skin so fragile. Woman not eating like she needs to."
He rubbed the gory mush against her mouth again as she sputtered and tried to shove his hand away.
"You must eat," he said. "Brahmen liver good for health, make you strong again."
"Don't shove it down my throat!" she growled, matching his gravely tone without entirely meaning to.
"Oh." The sound that came from him was surprisingly gentle. He held out his palm, offering the crushed liver with his head tipped to one side.
She eyed it with unease.
As if to soothe her distrust, the Super Mutant twisted a piece off of the palmful that he held and ate it, then licked the blood from his fingers.
"Not dangerous!" he promised. He sounded so sincere. "I hunt while you sleep. Very fresh."
Val eyed the meat again, and then slowly reached out to take a piece, unsteadily trying to rip it with her fingers. When she couldn't, the Super Mutant did it for her, chuckling.
"Ahh, woman has small hands. I will help."
He placed the bit of liver in her outstretched palm, and she stared at it for a moment, asking herself if she was actually going to go through with it, despite how her empty stomach gnawed at the back of her ribs.
In the end, hunger won.
The meat was flavored strongly of metal, and gushed fluid as she chewed, but she closed her eyes and forced herself to swallow.