Puipui_the_bunny on Ig

everyone's got that one homie who zealously adheres to his inflexible code of honor even though it has long since become a burden to him

Also fanfiction be a thing I write when I’m in the mood; hence how old this fucking is but it’s been a whole minute since I put my shit up on tumblr

Running from Empty Meadows to Barren Fields

So, I’mma post my first thing here. It’s kinda awkward, I don’t know why; I’m just weird like that. I’ve decided to go with a safe option, it’s been published before, technically. My url’s sorta a lie. I got shortlisted in this contest and got shoved in a book with the others who were shortlisted and the winners. But yes, the story - here:

The mutilated carcass that lay before here had belonged to a young man, a boy really, he could not have lived for more than fourteen years.

She sits down. The ground beneath her is hard and dusty, it’s fertile crust pounded away by fleeing families and the men who march after them. The grass that struggled to emerge grew scattered and brittle, stained brown by the harsh sun. She wonders who it came to this.

She has memories of frolicking in lush meadows. Back then, laughing smiles glinted in a golden sun. Her youth was a perfect, though humble, one. But she turned twelve and whole realms fought over bruised pride. Her own kingdom was wrecked into pieces that nobles still fight to command today.

The politics of it all does not concern her. No, she has been personally wronged by the bastards who stole a chunk of her heart. Wretched shrieks pierce the air. Skin blisters in the heat of burning homes. Blood runs cold at the dead toes curling in the fire. Lungs itch from the pyre’s ashes, from what is left of Mother and Father. Eyes are scorched dry by the searing need for vengeance.

The rumble of distant thunder drags her out of the past. Her hands are sticky form congealing blood. Her eyes are still dry. She feels hollow.

She huffs. Gnawing emptiness ruined her life. It chased from her from her only home with nothing but Rael and the essentials in hand. It would smother her lest she stopped running from it. For now, she has eluded desolation. She has never stilled long enough for it find her.

The crackle of lightning breaks her brooding. Her skin is drawn uncomfortably tight by the drying blood. In the distance, the dark overcast is lit up by flashes of light. She smiles bitterly at how that reminds her of Rael, her darling brother. Her shoulders sag as her guilt strikes her. She fed him lies and he ate them all up.

“I just can’t stand that village anymore Rael. I need a fresh start.”

“That’s a brilliant idea, Maeve. It’s just what we need.”

He did not know that she learned to track down army camps and kill with stealth. He did not have the slightest clue that she revels in the blood dripping along her forearms or how sated she felt from it. They lived happily like that for years.

It was perfect until she turned sloppy, until she was caught smirking amid dead brothers-in-arms. She failed to find that lone survivor and eventually retreated back to Rael. She did not catch so much as a glimpse of that soldier for weeks.

She realizes then that he must have sought to destroy her, for her last beloved lay gutted and wretched before he lunged at her.

She killed him easily, far too easily for a man clever enough to evade her. In her rage, she dissected him as he had her brother. She let his blood dry on her skin and watched the red film crack as she held yet another funeral.

Warm rain shocks her out of her memories. It washes away the dried blood and gore. She sees the thunderstorm approaching from afar, violent and unstoppable as she is.

She sees how ruthless she has become. Her restraint, her humanity is gutted, wretched, and burned away, its ashes blowing in the wind, as her family is. Now, she carves into bodies and shatters bones. There is too much pleasure and power to be taken from torture to settle for an easy kill. She conquers evil, those who wage war for dominance. She owns life and it brings her untold ecstasy. And she has no remorse for any of it.

But the boy before her now was so young.

The storm finally arrives, and it is wreaking havoc. The ground fails, to take in the downpour, and so water runs across the surface. The rain beats down the tufts of grass rather than helping it prosper.

She that that the ground’s fertile crust just might grow back in a few decades of peace.

The rain is too warm, the air is too think, and it feels too much like fresh blood now. It thrills her. She looks back at the boy she mauled. She cannot bring herself to flinch, and despite her qualms, euphoria takes her.

Y'all ever read something and it dont make sense and so you read it again and again and again and then suddenly you have to turn away and scream into the void cuz you're not understanding anything anymore and can actually feel your brain deteriorating.

Cuz same.

Give a man a plane ticket and he’ll fly for a day

Push a man out of a plane and he’ll fly for the rest of his life.

"Havent you ever worked anywhere before?"

PLEASE

I’ve done it for Good Omens, I’ve done it for Sherlock, now here’s one for RTD era DW characters

Everyone friend group should include:

A bimbo

A mean bisexual

An even meaner lesbian

A she/they

A he/they

A token straight that’s on thin ice

An astrology bitch with who has everyone’s birth charts memorized

A short king

@lyndiscealin, I am flattereddd

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Favourite colour: Deep ocean blue-green, the kind you see when you fly over the ocean

Currently reading: Scorpio Races (for like the 5th time cuz comfort) and The Anthropocene Reviewed (I'm not really one for John Green's YA novels but some of these ESSAYS BRUH)

Last song: I played? I don't even know, I have music on all the time. Currently listening to Flower by Raaginder, the most beautiful violin piece I have EVER come across

Last movie: Imitation Game (I like rewatching it lmao); last film I've seen for the first time was Neeya (Tamil film from the 70s)

Last TV show: The Office (again, I do be rewatching)

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