I often think from time to time about the different ways my work can be interpreted, including the less charitable ways
Ultimately, I realized that the overall message is more important to me than the possible nitpiks one can have
That's not to say I don't see other interpretations as valid, I just think that getting into the specifics about what the hunting and eating of humans means is more akin to missing the forest for the trees
Yes, you could argue that it's a bad idea to use man-eating alien-hybrid experiments as an allegory for queer/trans people, but then you're forgetting that they're being used to carry themes and messages beyond their literal actions
The message of Lonely Hearts is that we're all just trying to survive in this world, and one person's means of survival may not be palatable to you or other people. We don't get to choose the circumstances of our birth, the best we can all do is come together and support one another in a way that reduces harm
Also it's probably not a good or very ethical idea to wipe out an entire species of sentient life, even if they eat humans
Yes, the doppels had to hunt down and eat people, but they didn't create themselves. It was the DDD that manufactured something for people to be afraid of, and it was the DDD that withheld resources and information that would reduce harm and fear and allow the beings they created to live peacefully and harmlessly.
It's those in power that benefit from us eating each other and having distrust in one another. It's those in power that benefit from you reporting your neighbor, and allowing them to surveill you in exchange for security. It's those in power that benefit from you having to worry about where your next meal will come from so you don't have the time and energy to fight for others.
The cruelty of those in power is the real villain, they're what people need to be afraid of more.
(Pssst, @albaricomics Thank you for giving me motivation, I really enjoyed writing this <3 )
Our goobers deserve a break
Francis Mosses x Nacha Mikaelys
Content warning; Suggestive themes towards the end, but nothing actually happens
Word count; 1.9k
Edit: I forgot my tumblr posts tend to get traction ^^; this takes place in a universe that assumes a headcanon for Francis, Nacha, and Ana that I wrote in great detail. It's in my top posts, but it's a but wordy, so TL;DR for context:
- Francis and Nacha are highschool sweethearts who were kicked out of their homes once the pregnancy was discovered.
- They dropped out of school and started working. They moved into the apartments where the game takes place
- They are 17 and 18 when this fic takes place.
- Nacha has a part time job as a store clerk while taking culinary classes.
- this takes place before Francis took his milkman job. Currently, Francis works night shift at a steel factory, both because night shift pays extra so he can support himself and help Nacha, and because the alternating schedule makes it easier to have someone constantly caring for Anastacia while she's an infant
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A soft breeze had flowed through the open kitchen window. Leaning back against the counter, Francis held this daughter in his arms, sitting her up against his shoulder and holding a glass bottle to the infant’s mouth. She had turned 7 months old about a week ago. Yet her parents still couldn’t get enough of her. The young man’s head tilted back, gazing at the ceiling he had freshly painted a white coat over so he could get a discount on rent. For the first time all day, A gentle smile cracked his stoic face,
“Fill my heart with song,” He hummed to his daughter, letting his heavy eyes softly close “And let me sing forever more,” His body gently swayed to the rhythm he set, rocking Anastacha as she drank,
“You are all I long for … All I worship and…” Francis’s head tilted back down as his eyes fluttered open. Ana had pushed his hand away. Noticing the bottle still had some formula left, he directed it back towards her mouth. She had pushed him away again, this time with an angry yell, causing him to jump a bit. Not even a year old, and yet she was growing remnants of her independence. The young father chuckled,
“Alright, you insist,” He hummed as he placed the bottle on the counter behind him and took his daughter into both hands. He raised her above his head, admiring his little creation.
“You’re going to be a fiery one, Mm? I can already feel it,” He cooed dreamily, watching his little girl babble and look around the kitchen. Though his trance had been interrupted by knocking on the door.
Francis looked in the direction of the knocking as he lowered Ana back into his arms, “Looks like Mommy’s back,” He narrated to her mindlessly as he walked over to the front door and glanced through the peephole to ensure it was her.
The energy had shifted once Francis opened the door for his ex, stepping aside to let her in,
“Hey,” He greeted dryly, clearing his throat and fixing his posture,
“Hi,” Nacha greeted back as she stepped in. Ana leaned forward, reaching out for her mother with an exclamation, making her smile. “Hi, my baby,” she hummed. Francis leaned over to allow Nacha to take their daughter from him. “How was she today?”
“Good, we slept for about two hours, and I just fed her. She’s getting sassy,” He reported, making Nacha giggle,
“Is she?” She asked turning to their baby, “Are you getting sassy Ana? Is Ana being sassy?” She cooed, tickling her and blowing a raspberry into her cheek, making the infant squeal with excitement and both parents laugh. A glimpse of the joyous family life they have both been promised all their young lives. But it soon faded, and it was silent once again.
The two stood across from each other, their heads tilted down to avoid eye contact. Anxious, awkward.
“Well…” Nacha began, turning a bit to excuse herself. Another evening of potential had failed. But instead, Francis cleared his throat again and shut the door.
“Mm, How was work? …Class? Work and Class? … Uh, Could… may I get you anything to drink?” He stuttered out. Nacha lifted her head and softly smiled, A bittersweet sting flooding her chest.
`”It was alright, some water would be lovely,” She answered. Taking it as an invitation to stay, she timidly sat on the couch, gently bouncing Anastacha in her arm while Francis sauntered to the next room over. A sigh left Nacha’s lips before she gently set her baby down on the floor. The living room was cluttered with stuffed animals and teething toys. Their situation was unfortunate, but seeing her ex take such diligent care of their daughter sparked something back to life within her. For the first time since they were in school, her heart was fluttering. He made her feel excited and full of life.
It was a matter of seconds for Francis to come back with a full glass for Nacha, and a mug of coffee for himself. He stopped right outside the narrow kitchen archway, allowing the infant to slowly and unsteadily crawl past him. She was still getting used to being mobile.
“Mm, The traffic, they really should put a stop sign here,” He quipped as he set their drinks down on the coffee table, hoping he could make Nacha laugh. He had gotten what he hoped for, the young lady began giggling, and a small flash of satisfaction illuminated the dullness within him for a moment while he sat down beside her.
Silence, again. It was a common occurrence for the both of them. At first, it was to keep the peace. Now, it was because both of them had racing thoughts, they were on the same page but didn’t know it yet. Taking a sip from her water, Nacha cleared her throat and took a gentle breath
:”So… How’s the factory treating you? I imagine the night shift must be rough,” She asked. Francis shrugged and took a sip of his coffee,
“It’s alright,” He started, groaning as reached his arms up to stretch his shoulders, “Mmm, Tiring. but we get a good amount of downtime. Not like anyone’s up to watch us,” He concluded before leaning back and grabbing his mug from off the table. Nacha looked down at the floor and let a coy smile crack her expression,
“I suppose that’s nice,” She hummed, glancing back at him, “Are you free this weekend? I was thinking we could maybe go out somewhere,” She suggested, receiving a double take and a raised brow from Francis,
“Really?” He asked, sounding genuinely surprised before Nacha reached a hand out with wide eyes, her head shaking with embarrassment, “Uh-! For Ana, maybe we could head out to the park or something with her,” She added, making Franicis lean back and hum. She could’ve sworn she saw a hint of a gloom scowl on his face. She shook the thought and shifted in discomfort. It’s done, She thought, It’s been. We weren’t meant to be. That’s okay, She attempted to console to herself, biting back burning tears in her cheeks, threatening to make the evening even more uncomfortable than it already was
“I mean, mm, I wouldn’t… really mind spending some time with you. Especially with Anastacha. I say we do it. We can do it on Saturday maybe,” He suggested. Nacha looked back at him with a beaming smile.
“Oh, really? That’s great honey,” She gleamed. Francis glanced away with a scoff and rubbed the back of his neck. It was a slip up, he knew it was. But he couldn’t help but take it to heart.
“Uh, heh, yeah,” He started, his voice cracking with an anxious blush forming on his face, “I’m sure it will be. It’s a plan,”
feeling the discomfort radiate off of Francis made Nacha dizzy with embarrassment. This is my sign to leave. You got what you wanted, anyway. She thought, rubbing her own shoulder and clearing her throat.
“Well, I should get going,” She stated as she stood up, straightening out her skirt, “You have work soon. And… you need your sleep,” She was in a bit of a hurry to leave as she walked towards Ana, “Come here baby,” She whispered as she lifted her daughter into her arms. Francis stood up as well, nodding
“Alright,” He stated rather flatly. Part of him didn’t want her to leave. The other part begged her to. He walked over to the door, waiting for her to follow and opening it for her as she approached.
“... Bye Francis,” Nacha greeted hesitantly. But before she could walk out the door, Francis’s hand was on her cheek. And before she could think about it, His lips gently landed on hers. Just for a moment, just to say goodbye, it couldn't hurt. He pulled back after a moment and gazed at his ex, who’s eyes seemed to be glistening with tears.
“Oh,, Francis…” Nacha whispered. She gently placed Ana back down on the floor, letting her crawl back to her toys, and carefully pushed the door closed again. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned back in, kissing him again. He let it happen for a few moments. Truly, he had missed her. Her skin, her smell, her passion. Everything that tempted him and got them into this mess in the first place. But he still restrained himself. He couldn’t ruin this again. Now it was more than just him and his lover. If he fucked up again, he would be screwing things up for his baby girl, too.
“Mm,, Nacha,” He tried to interrupt. Nacha sensually sighed into his mouth. She had been starved of him, craving for months. She couldn’t handle just a taste, she needed to take a bite. “Francis…” She moaned into his mouth, letting her hand tangle into the hair that laid on his neck. He grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her back.
“Nacha!” He barked,, making his lover flinch and his baby look up. He lowered his head, already feeling remorse for snapping.
Silence. Again, the apartment was filled with silence. Agonizing, writhing silence.
“Nacha,” He said in a more gentle tone, his guilt lingering behind his words, “The baby, sweetpea. The baby,” Tears welled in Nacha’s eyes
“I’ll… I’ll put her in the playpen. We can go into your room instead,” She scrambled to fix, but he shook his head,
“No, honey. No. You… You should go home,” He suggested as he turned away, not wanting to see Nacha begin sniffling. A pit formed in her chest as the rejection began sinking in,
“But…” She started, but a shivering weep cut her off, “Please, Please Francis. I miss you so much, honey,” She sobbed, placing her hand on his shoulder and making him tense. His throat began to grow sore, threatening to make him join her wallowing. He shook his head again,
“I miss you too, Nacha, I do. But… I- I just can’t. I can’t do this. Not today, not now,” He tried to explain. He turned back to her, letting his hand rest on her face again. His voice was gentle, as if to console her, yet firm, as if to remind himself of what he was putting at risk. “Another time, honey. I promise. Another time.”
“Why… Why not?” Nacha whimpered. Francis hung his head down, “I…” He sighed, using his free hand to wipe his eyes, “I just can’t do it, okay? Please, go home, honey. Bring Ana home, and take care of yourself. Please,”
“Okay,” Nacha whispered. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her forearms, then nodded, “:Alright,” She said a bit louder this time, as if to assure it to herself. She gathered her baby into her arms, and returned yet again to the door.
“Have a good day at work,” She wished, her tone flat and lifeless. Francis silently nodded, “I’ll see you later.”
The door shut behind her. And the silence was back. A heavy sigh left the young man’s chest as he plopped down on his couch. He put his hands over his eyes with a groan
“Mmm… Oh my god,” He groaned before taking a deep breath, trying to rub the stress out of his face. He laid back, letting his arms cross over his chest. He was too worked up to sleep now. He was nervous, excited, feeling sick to his stomach as he processed what went on between them.
Does anyone know about a Yog fic that was on Ao3 and Tumblr called R&D? I really liked it but it got deleted off both platforms and I don't remember who the author is. I'm wondering if anyone has it downloaded and would be willing to share please
Didn't want to post it on my main blog cause I didn't want people I know irl to find it, and I didn't want to open asks on my main blog either
Also I feel like a more focused blog will be better for info dumping and in case people want to follow for something specific instead of the random stuff I do on my main
It's a Francis/nb!reader fic that uses Y/n, and it's rated mature for graphic violence and strong language
I update every two weeks on Thursdays
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I also have a playlist to go with it:
A playlist that goes with my fanfic Lonely Heart
Summary and chapter 1 sneak peek below
Summary:
Being the child of a doppelganger and a human isn't easy, but you managed to survive this long by keeping others at an arm's length and blending in. You were certain you had a good thing going when you got the position as doorman for an apartment complex, until a certain milkman manages to hit a weak spot in your emotional barriers. His suspicions about you are rising, when you suddenly find yourself the caretaker of a young girl who is also half doppelganger.
In your new predicament, you are faced with a choice: learn to come out of your shell and trust someone, or keep running and instill your fear of the world into another young mind.
Torn between the need for human connection and your survival instincts, one mistake could result in you and the kid being on the receiving end of a DDD cleaning protocol.
Chapter Summary:
After years of struggling to get by on your own and find a place that would not only accept you, but would also fit your needs, you finally found the perfect one. Now you, Y/n L/n, are the full time Doorman of Wayward apartment complex
Sneek peek:
If there was one thing that always stayed the same with you, it was that you always ended up alone.
From the moment you were born you were an anomaly, with a doppel father and a human mother, you felt torn between two worlds you never quite fit into your whole life. The constant fighting between your parents tore you apart, and you wondered how they met or even had a child with how often they fought.
Your father would try to instill in you the blood lust of the doppelgangers, teaching you how to alter your appearance to lure in humans or infiltrate the places they felt most safe. Doppels were ruthless, persistent, territorial, and united under one objective: to wipe out and replace humanity. You didn’t share this objective, never having the heart to kill a human. When your father forced you to eat one he had killed, hoping your first taste would awaken the hunger for human flesh buried in you, you had retched it all up when you got home before crying to your mother.
You did have that hunger in you, but the innocent librarian your father shoved down your throat didn’t satisfy it. You could still sustain yourself just fine on human food, but at the end of each meal it would always feel like a part of your stomach always remained empty, no matter how many seconds or thirds you went back for until you were sick. You even tried eating the rats that scavenged the allies and cellar in desperation, but with that not working you had no choice but to learn to live with it, and soon the pangs in your gut became just another constant in your life.
You would never forget the day you learned how to satiate it.
