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ㅤㅤ Stranger Danger? No. Name's Klaus. I wanted to call myself─ psychoholic ─but then I'd have to change my account's username. Then, I'd lose all the fanfic writers I've followed, and asked to tag me on their taglists, then I won't be able to get updates on their amazing writing. ( sigh ) I'm old. My bones are older...like that of an elderly. I need a new meatsuit. Age Range-wise, 25 years old to 35 years old. If I have one word to describe myself, I'd use this gif:
[ Superboy, Reign of the Supermen 2019 ]
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word count: 1,268
character: gamekeeper - bane perez
summary: Bane Perez was a well known ranger of the Oletus Manor. He made a few friends in the said forest, raised a black-nosed moose like a child and even protected the land from negotiable porches. However, there are always those who cannot be persuaded with words alone. And Bane? He can only do so much.
content warnings: angst, heavy angst, blood, gore, animal abuse, animal death, body mutilation (slight), graphic depictions of violence, major character death
This wasn't what he wanted. He did not ask for this. He just wanted those damn poachers out and gone. The forest was peaceful, always has been. But... for it to turn this way...
Why?
Why?
WHY?!
Was it too much to ask politely?! Was there no god to give justice among these vile humans who dares to corrupt peace within the land?! Bane had tried the peaceful and logical approach. He just did not want anymore disturbance within the lands he vow to protect. But it seemed like it was all in vain.
Within the cabin, both hands and legs tied tightly that despite how much he struggled, he could not loosen it up. He had just witness his friend, Black Nose, murdered before him as tears of anger filled and flows down from his eyes glaring eyes. He had been grinding his teeth out of anger and soon started shouting profanities to the poachers within the room.
"Well now, don't too such a sourpuss." Commented one of the poachers with a smug grin. "We just wanted to show you how to have a good time." Bane did not like this sort of fun. And to kill his friend right in front of him did not seem fun at all. His heart continued to hammer against his chest, the ringing of his ears continued to fuel the rage he was growing. "EAT SHIT!" He hissed and gave the look to the person who seemed to be the leader of this crowd. "YOU ALL MIGHT AS WELL JUST ROT IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING! JUST WAIT TILL I REPORT THIS TO THE AUTHORITIES!!"
This got the attention of everyone in the room.
As the silence thinned in, laugher filled the room.
"Oh? Well, we wouldn't want that. We just wanted a little bit more fun, you know. This place is actually pretty. Many creatures to hunt and the air is quite fresh. You're actually doing a good job." The smile growing into a grin. "Until now." That is.
An uncomfortable shiver runs down his spine as he suddenly felt blood leaving his face. Luckily, he didn't seem to show it, if it was ever present on his face.
"But we can't have you snitch on us. It'll ruin the fun. So, how about this—" The leader gestured vaguely as one of the members then heavily stomps around the cabin, in search for something. Bane's eyes then followed this said poacher only to see that they were closing in on the workbench of where he usually dismantles traps on. The table seemed to chatter as tools were being shattered only to see that an item has been raised from the poacher's hand. A pliers and saw. His eyes widens, unsure of what they were about to do to him.
"We'll have to keep your mouth shut— or at least tongue for this matter— so you can't go and run your mouth out."
His head whiplash from where he was looking as he then sends a wavering glare at the poachers' leader. The man noticed the look, the smile ever present. "Just for safety." And winked his way.
Just as he was about to pounce from his spot towards the man standing before him, a couple of arms held his shoulders down into the floor and a leg pushing his down by his back. He thrashed trying to keep them off of him. His tears were now both from anger and fear. Fear of what he thinks is going to happen.
"STOP! LET ME GO!!" Bane screamed at the top of his lungs as he continued to struggle. The pressure only became more and more painful as they seem to be digging their knees into his back causing him to wince and groan in pain.
Heavy footsteps of the same man soon came closer before crouching down, each tools in each hands. His ears were ringing. He couldn't hear what was happening but he could feel another set of heavy boots coming closer. A hand reached to his face to tilt his chin up. He could see their ever grinning faces, leering at him. His eyes started to sting. He was tearing up as this blurred his sight.
No. He muttered softly as his lips tighten into a straight line. No. He thought once more. Fingers tried prying his mouth open. All Bane could do was pray. Wish. Hoped. For these things to be a bad dream. A nightmare that will disappear as soon as he woke up.
But the pain on his back and his tongue being pulled down pass his teeth were telling his otherwise.
This was not a dream.
"No! Thap!" He cried out. Tears sliding down his stained cheeks. "Pleth!" He begged and begged but was only answered with laughs and chuckles.
The pliers held the tip of his tongue out and was presented with the saw just in front of his face, the sharp end teasing his tongue. The young forest watcher started to hyperventilate. His lungs felt too big for his chest. The air seem to burn his nose as he took big breaths.
Just as he tried thrashing struggling, it was all in vain. He was held down that his body was leeched out of strength. All he could do was watch as the saw pressed against his tongue feeling the first slide.
"AAAARRGHHH!!!!" Bane cried in pain as his eyes wide as saucers were starting to tear up once more. He could taste blood from his tongue. Another slide another rush of pain runs down his body as he struggled and cried.
Slide. Slide.
Sliiide. Slide.
Slide.
Slide.
Sliiiide.
A soft thump of his chin fell on the floor. Blood was filling his mouth at the other end as his eyes, filled with tears were unfocused. The bitter, iron taste of blood filled his senses.
The ringing in his ears were deafening. He could hear a muffled laughter filling the place before he then noticed, amidst his blurry and unfocused sight, the head of the black nosed moose being dragged across the floor and placed in front of him.
The foul, rust scent of blood filled his nose. Tears continued to flow out from his eyes.
Despite how much he wanted to fight back, give all the poachers in this room what they deserved, Bane lays on the floor, face covered in tears and blood. His eyelids were getting heavy.
He felt his body being lifted up back to his kneeling position, shoulders slumped and head bended forward. Blood now stained his clothes. He could see the floor being pained with red. Then from the floor, his head was pulled back by his hair to see the grinning faces of these monsters. If he could still glare and spit out more words at them, he would. But at this point he only looked drunk. His words were gurgles from the blood that filled his mouth.
If there was a chance for me to be able to bring these people down and do a better job at keeping the forest, and my friend, safe... I would trade my soul for it.
Bane's hardened heart hoped and prayed, wished even, that if he had the ability and was brought back to life, he would do a better job. A better way, to keep his forest safe and sound.
With that in his mind and heart, the last thing he could see; a couple of poachers'' grinning faces and Black Nose's head being lifted and slipped on against his.
"react to their s/o drawing them" "reader sketches their bf" NAH. WHAT ABOUT THIS.
Reader who has a secret hobby for painting like genuinely painting good ass portraits. Has a shed in the backyard for the whole thing it's dead ass bolt locked.
Said character finds it and somehow gets in seeing done and unfinished paintings only to notice one is on the wall. Seemingly in front of readers desk covered by a black veil.
Pulling it back they see a PERFECT. SHINING. BEAUTIFUL portrait of themself. Done and made in their whole image sitting on a chair or a throne or smth.
How would they react 🤨.
OR OR even a gory one for those killer/evil characters. Like those cool ass paintings where it's a character holding a bleeding heart or a skeleton or smth. Please. Y'all request this shit to good authors 😔🤚
ALSO IF YOU POST THIS PROMPT PLEASE TAG ME I WANNA READ IT 🙏
This is my reaction when I find a cool fanfic but don't look at the header. And then I realise it's unfinished and the last chapter came out several years ago.
Okkk so we've read fics about travelling back in time and reincarnation etcetc and in most of these it's just the MC going back in time to correct themselves or take revenge but does anyone know fics where instead of the MC time travelling it's the people who wronged them (and regrets it) time travelling cuz imagine the family/friends/lover that fucked you up all your life suddenly being perfect, caring and attentive THAT'D LOWKEY BE SLAY
I really really love reading fics with the trope “she kept on loving him even though he never reciprocated” EVEN BETTER when he has someone he has set his eyes on so his focus was all on that other person, BUT THEN “he only realized how big her part is in his life when she stopped caring” LIKEEEE IMAGINE THE ANGST, THE GROVELING, THE YEARNING UGH PLS RECO SOME IF U GUYS KNOW SMTHN LIKE THIS PLS
IT COULD BE “IT WAS A BET ALL ALONG”, “I TOOK ADVANTAGE OF YOUR LOVE”, SOME MISCOMMUNICATION HERE AND THERE WHICH LEAD TO HIM IGNORING THE GIRL(or you)
(っ º - º ς) decided to spend the whole day rotting in bed. not because i’ve been visited by aunt flo, but because there’s not patch of tall grass around here to rot in
