18+ Writer ~ Adult content, Minors DNI ~ Answers to EP1 or Jinx. Obey Me fanfiction & Original Works but will reblog all variety of nonsense that brings my nerdy soul joy. Telling stories is my passion, and I love talking to people about the characters and worlds I dabble in. Avatar image is a commission done for me by @fallencrowkarma. Obey Me Masterlist January 2022 Prompt Short Fics January 2023 Prompt Short Fics Year of the OTP 2023
I know my blog has been dead for a while. Was really struggling with stuff and it was one easy thing to take off the plate. But I really wanted to take part in Kinktober2023 and this year there was an alternate list of prompts that were softer. So giving it try.
Prompt List from @kinktober2023
Though there are some days I might change if I'm not feeling them. I'm mostly trying to do Reader Insert, and stick to ficlets in to 500-1000 word range. Of course that might change as I go. But that's the plan right now.
Oct 14 note about numbering changes. Due to getting a bad infection and needing to get a tooth pulled I missed several days. I'll number them according to number of days completed and make a note what prompt day inspired them.
MASTERLIST
Day One - Hand Holding - Levi & GN Reader
Day Two - Wing Grooming (replaced Ear Cleaning) - Lucifer & GN Reader
Day Three - Lap Pillow - Diavolo & GN Reader
Day Four - Confession (replaced Nonsexual Age Play) - Levi & GN Reader
Day Five - Embracing - Demon Brothers & GN Reader
Day Six - First Kiss - Beel & GN Reader
Day Seven - Clothing Swap - Asmodeus, Barbatos and Solomon
Day Eight - Napping Together - Tianiel, Solomon, Barbatos
Day Nine - Reading Together - Belphie & GN Reader
Day Ten (11 on the list) - Shopping - Mammon & GN Reader
My favorite detail about Jurassic Park is that it has a baked-in justification for any and all retcons it might need to make due to paleontology advancing forwards.
Because there is not a single dinosaur that has ever appeared in Jurassic Park.
Not one. Not in the books. Not in the movies. Not ever.
"Now what John Hammond and InGen did at Jurassic Park was to create genetically engineered theme park monsters." ~Alan Grant
Grant says that in a moment of cynicism. It's part of his arc for the film. But it's not inaccurate. What Jurassic Park has, what it's always had since the very first novel, are "Mostly Dinosaurs".
"And since the DNA is so old, it's full of holes! Now, that's where our geneticists take over!" ~Mr. DNA
It's impossible to recover a fully intact gene sequence from an ancient amber mosquito. Cloning a pure dinosaur would have been completely impossible, and so the park filled in the gene sequence with whatever works. Frog. Lizard. Bird. Whatever they need to get the result they are trying to get.
Every single dinosaur is a chimeric beast made up of mostly dinosaur and a bunch of other stuff that some scientists thought would achieve the appropriate dinosaur-like result.
"Nothing in Jurassic World is natural! We have always filled gaps in the genome with the DNA of other animals. And if the genetic code was pure, many of them would look quite different." ~Dr. Henry Wu
Which, from a writing perspective, is fucking genius. Because now you have a preset excuse for each and every plot hole your movie has.
Like. Why don't the raptors have feathers? Because of the chimera DNA.
Why do dilophosaurs spit venom? Because of the chimera DNA.
Why do T-Rexes have movement based vision? Oh, they don't. But Rexy does. Because of her chimera DNA.
Why is the Spinosaurus so fucking big? Because of the chimera DNA.
Why are the velociraptors mislabeled? Because Hammond's a dipshit.
Like. I've always marveled at the way Jurassic Park started out by giving itself a blanket excuse to be wrong about every single thing it ever said about the central attraction of its franchise. It's honestly beautiful, and allows the series a degree of immortality well into the era where we know better about its animals.
I've seen someone sharing the very last page to show "he's aware he's in a game". I wanted to share the last three pages to instead show: He's aware of the multiverse (because of COURSE he is), and spoke directly to we readers to confirm that all realities coexist simultaneously.
He's aware in one universe, his reality is our game.
He's aware we all have our own experiences, headcanons, and relationships with these characters. And they're all valid for our universe. Which coexists with all others.
Yes. He's aware he's in a game. But it's so much more than that.
So go off, fellow exchange students, and know that your fanfic and your fanart and your imaginary situations with your fictional others is all, by Barbatos' own assurances, a reality.
Meadow slowly made her way back toward the dorm house. Her skin was slick with sweat and her coveralls were more stained than usual. She had spent the last hour rescuing fire-breathing ducklings. The current had dragged them far too close to the kitsune’s lair, and she hadn’t wanted them to end up as snacks. Of course, the only reward for her effort was that one of her red braids was singed and shorter than the other by a couple of inches.
Growling in the distance made her pause. She tilted her head and listened more carefully. Now, growling wasn’t an uncommon phenomenon. But it was strange that it was coming from the area that was home to most of the herbivores. She swiftly switched directions to investigate.
The source of the sound wasn’t any of their usual residents. Lyca was crouched on the ground, his hand extended carefully toward the white rabbit with black spade shaped spots cowering in front of him. There were words that were almost lost in his frustrated growl. “Come on, I know you’re hungry. Look, it's tasty.”
The bunny looked skeptical, so Lyca raised the long blades of grass to his lips. He took a bite and immediately frowned. He forced himself to swallow the bitter feed and pushed out a single word “Yum.”
Normally, Meadow hated lies, but this one made her smile. Lyca addressed her without turning his head. “No laughing.”
“Nothing to laugh at.” She approached and crouched next to him. “Where’s Ren? How come you are feeding the fuzzy babies?”
“He said I was allowed to!” Lyca clutched the food to his chest as though she would rip it from his fingers. “He didn’t even charge me for it this time!”
So that was how Ren had found the money for the collector’s edition of Dead Hand. Meadow considered chastising her friend for it, but she was more worried about Haru finding out and thinking it was a great idea.
“But these guys are not like the cows. They won’t even come near me.” Lyca’s face fell as he continued. He smiled sadly and softened his voice and extended the greenery again. “Won’t you just try a little?”
Meadow moved away from the werewolf’s side and drew closer to the cowering bunny. She moved carefully so not to spook it. Startled, it would only open a little portal and pop out somewhere else. That was how she knew this wasn’t as lost a cause as Lyca seemed to believe. If the bunny was that scared, he would be miles away by now. He was curious, but also cautious.
She knelt on the ground and held her hand out toward the tiny creature. His whiskers tickled her skin as it drew close enough to scent her. She buried her fingers in its soft fur and scratched behind his ears. Lyca watched with wide eyes and his free hand twitched, jealous that she could touch and he couldn’t
Once it was calmed enough,Meadow scooped the white bunny and set it in the hollow between her legs. She continued to adore the rabbit with one hand and with the other reached toward Lyca.
“No,” He protested, the vowel an extended guttural. “I wanna do it.”
“Touch me,” Meadow said.
“What?” His eyes widened, and he cocked his head in confusion.
Meadow scooted forward, and Lyca lost his balance and landed on the ground as he retreated just a little from her advance. She laced her fingers with his. “Touch me. You are a predator. He is your food. So show him you mean us no harm.”
“You aren’t prey!’ Lyca argued.
“Everyone is someone else’s prey.” Meadow lowered her eyes to hide the fragments of remembered fear and pain from him.
“You aren’t mine,” He countered firmly. “Besides, you threatened me first.”
Meadow coloured slightly at the memory. “You deserved it.”
“Seaweed walked into me.”
The shadow of a growl in the words raised the rabbit's hackles and Meadow snapped her teeth at the werewolf, echoing their first ‘conversation’. She giggled as he lowered his head and squeezed his fingers reassuringly. “See, little guy, Lyca’s not that scary.” Meadow walked forward on her knees, encouraging the bunny closer to the werewolf.
Lyca carefully extended his offering again, holding his breath as he waited for the rabbit’s reactions. Its ears twitched again, and it hopped just a little bit closer. Its neck stretched and time slowed as it cautiously nibbled at the food. The werewolf froze and held his breath, afraid that even that tiny movement might startle the rabbit. But the tiny creature took one bite then, another, its fluffy puff of a tail twitching happily.
Lyca’s eyes rose slowly to meet Meadow’s and his smile was one of pure joy. He opened his mouth to say something, but a popping sound interrupted him. A black hole appeared by his knee. Long, snowy ears rose slowly from the void, followed by a pair of bright eyes. Whiskers twitched and the new arrival pulled itself up with a paw marked with a diamond patch of fur.
As Lyca separated the feed in his hand into two so that he could share it with the new arrival, there was another popping sound, and a third mouth to feed. But it didn’t stop there. Little portals continued to open, and more and more bunnies appeared, eager for food. Lyca’s smile wavered, and his eyes widened. A particularly bold new arrival dropped from a portal above his head, startling the werewolf into revealing his ears. The bunny sniffed the twitching canine ear with curiosity. Meadow could no longer contain her laughter when the little fellow nibbled experimentally on the furred tip.
“Little Wolf?” It was both an admonishment and a plea for help. His eyes were now panicked, but the way his tail swayed betrayed how happy he really was.
“Looks like you’ve got a problem,” Meadow said as she stood and brushed off her coveralls.
“Help?” He asked, frozen in place by his desire not to disturb the mob of bunnies on him.
Meadow nodded and backed away from the besieged werewolf with silent steps. She filled her small hands to the brim with more feed. With eyes full of hope, Lyca watched her approach, but instead of releasing him from the prison of his fluffy captors, all she did was crouch and set the food within his reach. “You didn’t have enough food.”
“Little Wolf!” Lyca growled, which briefly startled the bunnies and earned him a sharper nip from the one resting between his ears.
“Thank you for feeding them!” Meadow giggled before she abandoned him to the task.
His defeated sigh followed her, and the last thing Meadow heard before continuing her chores was his voice growing gentle. “Okay… Okay… One at a time.”
The image was so clear in my head that I needed to commission the incredible @fallencrowkarma to bring it to life. I love it so much! Thank you so much!!!!
Here's a link to the little collection on AO3 where I keep my musings about Meadow and her life at Darkwick. Infrequently updated as I'm fighting to get out of one of the longest bouts of writer's block in my life.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
