Hello, my many readers of many shapes and sizes! It is I, your malevolent fanfic writer most notably recognized for Survival of the Sinner, and not at all 2026. I still cry inside sometimes, if I'm to be truthful. I decided to try this thing here, which is basically the equivalent of a movie buff magazine, or something. The features in this here "fic" will contain snippets of all my upcoming works that I confirm on my bio to be writing. Snippets meaning actual parts of said fic or a general idea on what it's to be about. So... Let's get started, shall we?
The first fic I'm due to start with is "Year Unknown," which is the third part of my 2026 series. Yes, the very same fic I should have stopped when after finishing it a year ago. But I loved it so much to decide and create more. Sure, the sequel, 2039, has half the amount of content than the first one. I wasn't going to make it more, but I had no idea how long it could've been. It ended up longer than I thought, yeah, but that's cause I added chapters, one-shots, the more I kept going. Even if these chapters don't have the good stuff.
Back to this third one, it's different, as I've said before. Different, meaning the characters switch to new ones, and the history of the first two fics are to never be mentioned. That's the direction I'm going. The history (first two fics) is there, yeah, in pieces, but not acknowledged fully. I've written the entire story's plotlines in a Discord server, so it's done. All I need to do is write.
In this story, the readers meet new characters Lina, Leda, Gloom, Lois, Laika, and Lynn the Third, so of which had made appearances in the final 2039 arc. Yes, it's the same ones you see there. It's going to be short, in just under ten chapters, for sure. I'm going the comedy route this time than the dark gritty action you are familiar with in the past adventures with Lincoln and Linka.
Enjoy this general idea I've thought of for the fic:
Lina had the apple placed on her head, courtesy of Leda. "You're gonna poke my eye out! And then I'll be really mad!"
Leda moved across from her, gripping a bow and arrow, sporting a triumphant but cocky smile as she began to tug the arrow back with the bow. "Don't move for one second, or even breathe!" Leda warned, looking to hit the bullseye. "Here goes!"
The two were in the roof of the abandoned factory, their lame hideout, at the time. The arrow could hit and send the apple flying off the roof. Bonus if Leda scored that. "Wait, have you practiced this with-?"
Leda fired the arrow, and it hit the apple without a miss. Lina shrieked, rubbing her hair all around, checking to see if she had been grazed.. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
Lois and Gloom had been spectating this, with Lois giving a depressed sigh. "Dang it, I wanted to see some blood."
"I'll show you some," Gloom hissed, revealing to Lois her sharp jaws. "Come here!"
Lois shook her head, stepping away from Gloom. "Get away from me, blood sucker!"
"Gloom!" Leda called to her. "Take Lina's place! And Lois will shoot off an arrow with you!"
"What? But you only had one apple," Gloom pointed out. "What are you going to put on me?!"
Lina skipped over to the carnivorous blood-sucker, pulling her to the other end of the roof. "Stand here, okay?" Lina returned back to the other two, where Leda was showing Lois the basics on a bow and arrow.
"Um, what are you planning?" Gloom asked with worry. "G-girls-"
Leda made an ugly laugh, moving away from Lois once the Luan-obsessed fanatic had gotten the general idea. "Okay, crazy! Pull it and let it go like you mean it! Aim above her head, too!"
Lois went as far as to close her eyes. "Whoop-dee-doo!" She pulled back the arrow, and let go at random, firing with her eyes closing at the last second. "Let's fucking go!"
"HEY-!" The arrow struck directly onto Gloom's forehead, kicking her head back with a nice jerk. "LOIS!"
The Luan fanatic opened her eyes, and amazed herself at how skilled she seemed to be. "LOOK AT THAT! YOU LOOK AT THAT, LEDA!" She threw her arms up in the air, claiming victory over Leda's archery skills. "YOU CAN BOW BEFORE ME!"
"Lucky shot," Leda was quick to say otherwise. Lois had no skill at all, but she had, and somehow, insane touches of irony and coincidences circling around in an atmosphere. "No way you could do that again."
Gloom removed the penetrating arrow, allowing herself to bleed from her forehead. "This isn't funny, you guys! I'm immortal, but not invulnerable to brain damage! Remember that!"
Lina giggled at Gloom's expense. One thing was for sure; these bunch of girls were pretty awesome to hang around with, and that was saying something. "You guys are pretty rad, you know that?"
Gloom then put two and two together. "Wait, was that pun?! It was, wasn't it?! Lois!"
That's all I can show, mainly because it's what I know is going to be on the fic.
...I can't seem to stop. Huehue.
The characters will be properly given the critically essential development treatment, of course. And will be modified in my own design, meaning changes from their original base structures. No Samcoln origin for Lina, no Maggiecoln origin for Gloom, etc. And it might be good, seeing as how these are the ones who get less word-time, maybe even none at all. I aimed to cram in Lyrica, but I believed its changed. No one is telling me the updated facts now, meaning I must scour on a 4chan TLH board and find who's new to the abominations world.
Yes, they never stop making these kids. Good for me, as they only give me kids to kill off. And my kill count will keep piling up with the more OCs they create. Go on, give me more. GIVE MORE FICTIONAL VICTIMS.
Next one is a zombie tale, which I hoped to have started this October. The existing beta of it was once on my Pastebin. It's my response to "The Zombieverse" AU a group of other content creators have collectively created. I've gotten far as to say it'll be a four chapter piece with enough content to satisfy the zombie lovers. I've seen enough living dead media to get an idea on what to do, and how to exploit some genuine emotion from surviving parties. Here's an idea of what to expect for Infectia:
It was somewhere in the morning, in Royal Woods. The sun was lost in the endless maze of the dirty air, composed of over-sufficient amounts of carbon dioxide in the air. Fires burning, mostly. Another great, but short battle between some grunt Marine forces against the monsters, no doubt. Casualties from both sides had to have happened, but the shooting and explosions ceased, meaning the back-up reinforcements have failed. Failed again, that is.
And this was all after the zom had broken through a supposed stronghold that five particular people, a ragtag bunch, were currently taking shelter in. They repelled the zom with all the makeshift weapons and tools they had in their custom inventory, but it didn't stop the man-eating monsters from taking on of their own.
The rest of the zom outside had since been shot, and the reinforcements only passed through, never stopping to help aid the bunch.
Little Bobby Jr's face was completely devoured, with the chunk of meat underneath having poured out all the blood to the end, and the four of five zom had been ended by both the teenage Lupa and the mother of the boy, Ronnie Anne Santiago. "Mijito..."
She sobbed painfully at the loss of her young son to this fucked up world, where survival was the only rule, and where blinking meant instant death. Lacy was swinging her hammer angrily against the wall behind them, but was stopped by Lupa.
"Hey, quit that shit! Zom will hear you!" Lupa warned.
"Fucking zom took a little boy! It's not right!" Lacy insisted she keep up her fuming rage this way, but Lupa objected by snatching the girl's hammer. "Give it to me!"
"Get over yourself! Everyone is dead! Lyra is dead! Leia is dead! Even..." She hardened herself to finish it. "Liby... Our sweet Liby is gone! Have you not-?" Lupa was emotionally hurt by how Liby went out. And the last words she would ever tell Lupa. Lupa slapped Lacy for reminding her that. "We can't... Afford this..."
Lily was the only one in pure silence, too damn hurt by the loss of many around her. Bad enough she had to see her sisters die in agonizing ways, but recently, it switched to the kids. Her many nieces and one nephew had fallen to the zom, and it was just now four of them left. Four. Her. Ronnie Anne. Lacy, Lynn's kid. And Lupa, Lucy's kid.
Ronnie Anne wiped away her tears and faced back to the three. "Get some shovels," the Mexican woman commanded. "We're burying my nephew."
They removed the barricades of the house's backdoor, and took some quick peaks around the backyard. "I don't see zom anywhere," Lupa notified. She and Lacy, shovels at the ready, moved at the same time, making a prone walk until the reached the center of the field. The backyard, already filled and depressingly decorated with graves, was running out of space to bury their dead. Lupa and Lacy began digging right near the back, for the umpteenth time. They dug rather quickly, and did so without being worn out. Boy, had they developed quite the muscle from digging and burying too many times.
Lupa was able to keep a steady head in place, unlike Lacy, who was aggressively digging the hole. "Lace..."
And yet, she persisted. Lupa stopped her digging role and kept an eye on the side of their house. She ventured away and slowly advanced to the side of the house. There, she grew closer to spot a tiny mess of various colors among the stale white color of the outer wall. Fingerprints. They were fingerprints of the first generation of Louds. Lupa set her hand on the black one, and looked down. "Mom..."
No priest to give a speech to have the kid get sent in the good Lord's welcoming arms. But he had to be going there, for he did nothing wrong. He didn't earn such an atrocious death. God, the screams. The screams he screamed with the clear tone of fear for his life. It was that that kept Lupa and Ronnie Anne in a conflicted mode; they had to save him. They had to.
They didn't. The couldn't. It petrified Ronnie Anne down to the bone when she discovered him, and that was how she broke even more.
Lily offered her own shoulders so that Ronnie Anne could cry in the now, and hopefully not once in the later. "I'm so sorry, Ronnie Anne," she comforted.
Lacy and Lupa carefully set the body of the dead boy down into the hole. "Easy there."
"I got it," Lacy barked, climbing back up.
"Hey, you should say a few words about him," the youngest Loud suggested.
Ronnie Anne didn't know if she had the hardened power to do so, but Lacy and Lupa were giving her "Do it" faces back at her. "Oh, okay..."
The two teen girls took to aunt Lily's sides and paid attention to Ronnie Anne. "My nephew, Bobby Jr, was a good boy, and I loved to have him around as much as I was able to. He reminded me of... Of my own brother when we were really young and playful towards each other." Her breath was shaking clearly, but she carried on. "He was not just a nephew to me, but the cl-... Closest thing that I could ever have to a son!"
Wordlessly, they watched Ronnie Anne remove her brown sweater and toss it right onto the boy's corpse. "Que se vaya sin frio..."
Lupa and Lacy looked to each other, clueless about what she just said. Ronnie Anne stared down at the grave, and then sped out of the scene, no longer feeling the need to torture herself in such a dead environment. Lily tapped on both her nieces' shoulders. "Okay girls, you can bury him now," she told them before returning back inside.
Lacy didn't hesitate to return the dirt mounts back into place, but Lupa was just observing Lacy's phase. Neither one or the other said anything as Lacy was completing the task. Lupa dropped the shovel on the ground and kept her eyes locked on Lacy.
The younger girl was overworking herself, actually silently growling away in her pent-up anger. How many? How many more would die before the epidemic ceased for good? Would it actually end in due time? If so, would they survive it? Or... Die in the hands of zom? Die, like the rest? Lacy said her goodbyes too many times, and skipped over this one this time. No need to say it anymore, if it meant it would hurt. No need to bother the attachment process, if everyone was going to die in the most horrible ways unimaginable.
Lacy was almost done, and she was now panting heavier now. Lupa heard it from close enough and walked up to her. Lacy had the shovel in her hands still, but had stopped digging. She had it in her hands, and was shaking with the garden tool. She froze in place and stared down at the grave.
Lupa came to her rescue and gave Lacy a hug from behind. "I know, I lnow! It's going to be alright, Lace! It's going to be alright!"
Lacy dropped the shovel, her emotions switching over to a different channel. Her eyes were the first to give it away, then her voice. "L-Lupa..."
"Lace, I'm sad, too! I liked the kid, too! I know, Lace!"
"It's not f-fair, Lupa!" She went hysterical, losing enough balance to fall. Fall and cry heavily. "Th-the zom t-took them away from us! It's n-not f-fair!"
Lupa arranged herself to sit down with her, and took the mourning girl into her arms. "I know... I miss them too, Lacerbeam. I miss them, too. But you know something?" Lupa kissed Lacy's head.
"Wh-what's that?" Lacy sniffed.
"They wouldn't want you to be mad, or even crying over them. No, Lace. Lyra would slap you for that if she caught you as the mess you are. And Liby would..." Lupa sniffed as well. Liby was the one whom Lupa felt the closest to. "Liby would try to kick your ass for that. Not to mention, so would I."
Lacy wiped her tears, sniffed, and then laughed. "You're such a jerk."
"Don't I know it? Now, enough of the crying. You are allowed to grieve, but you've gotta be tough. And not the tough that you were being just now, no." She held a thumbs down. "Come on inside, I'm hungry for some pop-tarts."
Lacy laughed again. "You and your junk food, Lupa! It's gonna be the death of you!"
They both got up and turned towards the house, and both shit their pants as three zom had appeared just six feet away. They stood frozen in fear as the flesh-eaters grew nearer and nearer.
And that's the end of the preview. Of course, it might go through some sort of alteration when the first chapter drops. I'm still in the creating process of it, but the basics are noted down at this point, so I know how to properly start this. Well, I would say I do. It's subjective until I prove it. And I will try to, that's certain of me.
I don't remember who Bobby Jr's parents are, actually. Maybe if I ask Trill...
Nah, hahaha.
Four chapters are enough for this project, and, hell, maybe a side story would be interesting. I can see that happening in the zombie world AU. And yes, I will call the living dead "Zom" for this survival tale.
Anyways, back to this. Got these two down, out of a... Many. I have many in development. Writing is fun, what can I say?
Now that I'm on the topic with the sin kids/abominations, I would very much like to tackle them again. Only this time, I want to include them all, from the original daughters of sin, to the recent additions of those you might or might not have heard of. I haven't thought about it that much, apart from making this particular fic something closer to the show's roots. Maybe a comedy drama, at that. Unsure, anything can happen. Perhaps a T rated adaption of em, too. You never know. I have no snippet of that, so suffer. Jk.
Generation S is the title, until I find a better one, if something comes across my mind.
I'm totally pushing for more sin kid content, which is weird. I guess Patanu and the sin kid brigade had that effect on me. And not just me, I'm sure! Why, admittedly, I can't decide which of the sin kids I favor. Well, between Lupa, Lacy, Lyra, and Liby, I can't decide. And then, just as I was sure I disliked the character/concept of Leia... BOOM! EPIKALROO MADE HER TOLERABLE AND SWEET. SUPPORT YOUR LEMY X LEIA, AND IF EVERYONE CAN STOP HIM FROM CANCELLING HIS FICS, THAT WOULD BE GREAT! YOU ARE THE DIFFERENCE! Cough cough.
Plenty of ships all around the fandom, old and new. I started as a Luancoln, reverted to Lynncoln. So it can be also correct to say I'm a so-called Lynnfag, which I'm sure everyone knows. I mean, come on! I made a Lynn clone OC just for a fic! How can you miss that key fact? I'm not as proud for that as I think I am. Lynn has me by the balls. And not the way I'd want her to be.
My other shameful ships would have to be; Lupa x Leia, which only I'm shipping, and no one else, and then... I self-converted to fantasize about Linka x Lupa. My mind went from purity to yurity. I will do Leia x Lupa soon enough! And by soon enough, I really mean I do not know! I wanted to cram that into Demon, but I didn't, not to its fullest extent. *cries*
There's just something so hot about girls getting it on with girls. Naturally.
Ahem. Moving on.
I once did a parody of It known as Her, with Lupa being Pennywise the clown of the story. I stopped, it wasn't original. I now have an idea to make it original. I will restart it from scratch, yes. Her will be rebooted. That's all I will say.
Rocktown, a main Saluna, my first and only, is aimed to be a teen romantic. And I'm sure you know it's obviously gonna be an LGBT themed thing. This idea was based off another idea that I had way long ago, when I had author/writing dreams. And I still do, only less. Well, at least I'm putting it out there, right? It's Saluna, alright, but for most of this story, it's a one-sided Saluna, where Luna is trying to impress her girl crush Sam Sharp. The blanks will be filled in when it comes out, but this is set before L is for Love, or... Maybe changed. Still don't know at this point.
Around the time of the It parody, I've begun to start two other fics known as Deadline and The Sixth Hour, never finished or started.
The Sixth Hour: Fic where one of Lisa's experiments causes the release of a gas that has the side effect of amnesia that will be permanent in the timespan of six hours.
Deadline: Fic where Leni is placed in a virtual reality simulation by Lisa, but is stuck there when Leni inadvertently causes an error.
Wondering if I can possibly morph these two into the same fic. Only time will tell. Don't remember how I got these ideas, lol. I'm sure another fic influenced me with Deadline, actually.
I just added two new fics into the Loudiverse roster; Brotherhood, an unnamed one, and Breakdown.
Brotherhood, the WW2 fic that I will finally write. Originally it was to be a Loudiverse one-shot in 2026, but it never happened. Not back then, but it will now. Lincoln Loud is drafted into war, and meets Clyde McBride before deployment. This can't be T rated, mind you. You know how it's gotta go.
My recent ideas are one where a Loud develops PTSD, for a fic with a realistic tone. Yes, I want to do this, have been considering it. Fair to say I will follow through and make it. I can't say who gets unlucky, and what plot I could give. It has to be hurtful, with suicide a factor in the fic. Suicide is always contemplated in these things.
There's this other one with an eternal conflict raging inside Leia. Yes, it's a drama Leia fic. Already, Lizy is a-go to be in it, and it's under the title Breakdown. As of yet.
All fics are subject to change If I deem it so. Changed, or canceled.
Could I also do a medieval one? Had one in mind, but I'm conflicted about it. I can see myself collabing with Forlorn Hope, one of my good friends in the fandom. But that's not certain. I'm slow to write nowadays. My drive is dying, being killed. I can't stop just yet though. I have so much to tell.
All fics of which I've mentioned are definitely slated for next year, unless I lag so bad or have a change of heart.
Now to the final two in my mind;
Reinstated, I can't say what that is yet.
Boys, girls, and all who have followed me since day one of fic writing. This fic, I'm calling The A, which is not the official title, is gonna be a damn big and long fic. This is the fic that I currently have a majority of ideas dangling over and around for, and I can go up the ranks with this. Well, I have to prove that but I'm so damn sure of myself with this. As I've previously mentioned in one of the AN's from my Demon fic, I'll be bringing back that particular pair of Lupa and my OC back for The A. So, does that make it another supernatural fic? Yes, but there's more to it than just one genre.
Its still in the works, and I'll begin to further dribble the ideas the second I wrap up fics. (I'm writing this on the 30th of November, where and when I haven't finished 2039, Demon, nor Five Rooms.)
What can I tease about The A as of yet? Nothing yet, except a few ideas I can see happening. These are;
1. A redefined, sinister take on the cruel Loan and Chester relationship. Not to out-beat what Trill is going for. I have already a scene in mind, but that's spoiler territory. As in, yes, I am going there. Sorry, Loan.
2. Lupa and Excetum going up against a vampire in Royal Woods...
3. Lincoln and Lemy butting heads at each other. It's not pretty.
4. An uncommon, strange brawl. That shouldn't exactly be interesting by itself, but its the circumstances around it that would be notable. No spoilers, Huehue.
5. Sin Kid structures will follow in the order and way they've been brought to the fandom. IE, Lupa, Lacy and Liby will not truly be affiliated with Lemy, Lyra, etc. I'm sure they'll all acknowldge each other, but the field will be pretty big with characters and going-ons, no time for Lupa to jump into Lemy's domain, or Lyra not being around too much to meet Loan. But there'll be brief moments. Not to be totally lame and down-letting.
6. I'm thinking of a wedding between two particular girls. And someone crashing that wedding.
7. MORE DEATH, MORE MISERY, AND MORE EMOTION! Not for the sake of just adding them for the fun of it. I'm certainly not one to go over the top, but flags are made to be high there, am I right?
8. Revisions of characters unlike you've ever seen before. Same rhyme, different lines.
9. Lynncoln. Oh, no, I do that anyways. Never mind.
10. And finally, a huge scene where all characters are condensed together. A party? A holiday get together? Maybe, perhaps a... Funeral? Who could ever truly know? Who could really say?
if anything, I guess I would say the iterations of the sin kids/abominations used in my 2026/2039 could be my HC versions, but I simply don't have enough characterization on everyone. Not yet, at least. But then again, I have written more stories, and some facts about them contradict each other. But I'll re-establish what I HC for sure. A tricky thing at that.
And from all these ideas being projected into The A, you might have reached the probable conclusion of it being an anthology of something. You'd be right to think that, in a sorta sense.
That's about it, for the ones I do know I'll get through eventually.
After acknowledging what I will write, safe to go on and share what I've scrapped and will never see the light of day. This not only includes fics that I've never done, but the original plans for some fics before they went to revisions. You can stop reading up to here at this point. I've already shared the future of my mind-spawning ideas, so its fine if I lose you here;
Dying Miss Hazy; an AU where Leni is killed in a car crash, and Lori goes through some serious depression. I submitted this idea to AberrantScript as a collab. Nope, not happening.
The Loud House x Death Note; Lynn finds the Death Note, and is quick to wipe out the competition. Lisa would be the L of that story.
A one-shot where Lyra gets a boyfriend and leaves Loan feeling something like pain and loneliness. But this feels too much like First Love.
A one-shot where all Sin Kids do a play but wreck it, and also Lupa kicks Loan and Leia is howling with laughter. Kids love violence!
A Luaggie I said I'd write, but lost interest in. If anything, I was not going to make it a happy, sappy tale of a comedienne and a goth girl. It was more like, comedienne falls for goth girl, but only for goth girl to begin horribly abusing and harassing her, up to the point comedienne has a breakdown about why she isn't loved back. It goes gay and mushy from there. Well, yeah, it would have been just Luan abuse. Not worth making.
Underneath the Skynn, if I remember the title right. It was... A self-insert x Lynn that I had put up, and it was fucking lame and somewhat cancerous on my part. I stopped it around the fourth chapter because I realized how goofy and dumb it really was. It's gone. I'm never doing that again, even for top sister.
In all honesty, I was never expecting to write as much as I did. I'm one in a million, how could I be different from all the rest? I wanted just to write about Lynncoln, to the point I could have gotten bored of it. But I'm not, because I expanded well beyond that and I can do that justice. Like all writers, yes, all writers, no exceptional people, I've fallen into stumps and the casual writer's block. Considering this is fanfiction and not at all fully original material, I find myself questioning if this is truly worth it. When I get right down to it, it's just... It's utterly pointless. Yes, I had always known that coming in, but I just never realized it. It's pointless, and I would be kidding myself if I try to say its not, even if it is actually fun. Not to be a bum about it, but it's just what I have grown to accept at this point. But I don't want to stop, even with this in mind.
I have never at all claimed to actually be just as good, but I've had my moments in the spotlight very briefly. I'm glad to have achieved these moments, but they often go over my head. Nothing serious to give me those cheesy "I'm simply better than the best writers around the fandom."
I won't lie, I want the recognition. I imagine a table where Underrated Hero, Darko, and JumpJump are with those who are deemed the best by every other reader, like Flagg, AbberantScript, Trillhouse, etc. Well, I've always wanted a seat at this particular table. I wanted to go as high as I could be able to go, to be recognized by them, especially Darko, and not at all a "Dpiddy sounds familiar..." from Underrated Hero. I guess these have all been pipe dreams. While it doesn't depress me, my self-esteem and self-faith in being decent enough have flushed down the drain. Yes, I feel inferior, and accept myself as inferior. But I'm the inferior Insani-D, and I shall keep trying to be at the high table! No matter how bleak it is! No matter how many times I will be bested by them all! I will not give the fuck up so easily!
On the bright side, it seems that I have spawned some new writers on my own. That is pretty cool to have established, and well, it tells me that I hold some degree of idea influence to anyone who can conjure up something. I want to leave something behind. Have I already? I couldn't say... I really cannot say. Legacy.
But I did do something. At least, in accordance of everyone's belief, I knocked it out of the park with one "Survival of the Sinner." Apparently it's the first real DoS fic to have come out of the woodwork. While it may (unsure myself) be true among the well-known writers as many imply, it's not true for the whole shabang. But its something, I suppose.
Is it enough for me? I don't... Know. I gave more thought into 2026, so why didn't that one get... Recognized the way SotS did? Whenever I remember them, this fact always intrigues me. Funny how it worked out. Maybe that fic was basically mind-incomprehensible. Tough to understand. A story worth "seventy years of comic book tropes," as a good friend of mine thought when I gave him the TL;DR of the fic. Perhaps it probably was confusing. I get messages/reviews that are basically questions from the fic. So... I announced it already, on my (nuked) Tumblr; I'm going to TL;DR this onto fanfic. A clearer relight of the fic to make it less confusing than how I left off. Tired of these messages. TIRED OF EM. Nah, I kid, but I want to do it. And I'm sure I lost people along the way, too. Oh yeah, I did.
Rambling. I'm rambling. *Breaths* Halted.
Survival of the Sinner did exceed expectations. Pity I never got to say all I thought needed to be said back when I wrapped up. My memory is fuzzy, but from what I do know is that the fic was going to be five chapters long, and each chapter was to be named after all five stages of grief. The fic was only stretching out to the plot of the first arc, with the four chapters. Liby remained only a secondary character, nothing more. And the title was different. This one was chosen over "The Eyes of Sin" in the end. If I remember right, this was when Darko was going to do a DoS fic as well. I don't know what happened to that, but I was eager to read. After all, it's... DARKOOOOO. Ahem. Oh, and when I realized that I was going to expand it, I was so close to having Liby kill herself right before the ending.
I blame Darko for creating me. I'm his doing.
Mmmm. Let's speed crap up. Next ones are for that deffo went through changes at the last second...
Actually, only 2026, 2039, Demon, and Estrangement went some serious changes;
For 2026, I did mention it all on the final chapter, so no need to rewrite what I said there.
2039, that one was 1/4 shorter in the original planning. Not too many one-shots at all. Now, I wanted Lucky Loud to develop a case of split personality which would create a version of Loan Loud. A blonde wig, downright creepiness, and the baggy clothes, etc. I wanted to go there, and I could have, but alas, I did not. And then a one-shot about Linka and Lupa discovering who the stronger one of the two are was considered, but... This ain't pheno boxing. And let's also not forget the "Tanked Up" one-shot I aimed for.
Demon. Ugh, oh my God, I did end up writing it, didn't I? The entire design was cut down to be the simple version I've written and uploaded. Jesus, all those ideas. There was more Leia backstory to be told as if this was a horror series mixed with teen drama elements, kinda like Teen Wolf. This Leia was to be bisexual, trying to hit on (and making out with) Lupa after she sees that the stone-cold girl with white hair proves to have bite behind the bark, despite her dating a jock version of Lemy, who couldn't make the final cut. Ugh. Wasted potential. Same for Lacy, who is basically Lynn the Third if she'd survive the cuts.
Oh, how I love Lupa x Leia...
Oh, Demon was mainly about abusive Lucy playing bad mother to Lupa, and that's where Lupa encounters her savior... Who pushes her on to do bad things around town. It goes from innocent to dark, as in pranking Leia to killing a hobo. That's where I thought I'd be going. This version of Excetum is not the same one as I have created, not completely.
So I've begun to watch this show on Netflix, called Disenchantment. I can't help but notice the basic goddamn titty-fucking similarities. The thing I dislike about making content, whether fictional or fanfic-based, is that there's always a chance that there is something similar in existence. I hate it because... Yes.
Estrangement had no real rearranging of the plot when I began. Not except... Oh, now it does sound dumb at this second, but uhh... This fic and Demon were more connected rather than being a mere fictional movie to each other. (Spoiler if this is published before the end chapter of Demon; December 3rd and I haven't started, heh.) No, Demon was intended to be the sequel/spin-off to Estrangement. I tested that idea but my audience did not feel it was right, and me, wanting to make it feel right, had to shift it to a better angle. And so I did, I restarted from scratch and made things different.
Of course, I hadn't been thinking about how to have them connect, or what to carry onto Demon before I made them separate. If I did that, I would probably have hit a road block with the established limitations on Estrangment. The only thing I know could have happened to connect them was if I made Lupa have a thought: "I lost my only best friend when I was eight."
Oh, that poor Lupa! And it- I ended that fic with her being happy to have a friend in Loan! Wait till she finds out about Loan the next day. Oof... Ugh, feels. I am not against putting up another chapter. It would have to be extremely feely to make it work. Mmm... That poor Lupa...
All other fics maintained the original coordinated direction... Or didn't, but I explained what went different in those ANs.
And just like Demon, my recently new fic Deadly Obsession is dream-influenced. I'd rather not explain how yet. Spoilers.
Once again, I will work on these new tales of D somewhere in the next year. Said titles are updated to fall on the Loudiverse roster on my bio. Excluded from that list are the 2026 TL;DR, a possible new chapter to Estrangement, and maybe, just maybe, a Spanish edition of Survival of the Sinner.
I love the whole comic book/sci-fi elements in general, if I'm to be honest. Sure, it was tricky to put that huge 83-chapter fic that took over half a year to complete, but I did it justice. I hope to see more, which would be rare, considering in the world of fanfiction, all that is received is mainly sexual themes and sometimes dark abuse/violence. Hey, I just want to bring something rare and different to the table. Cut you a break from cucking and fucking. Its fun for me, and also, it pays tribute when I apply actual comic-book tropes into some of these fics, as the show itself is structured like that as well. I think I did it all just as good as I hope it is. Mmmmmmmmuh.
Anyways, I made things in Pastebin I wanted to transfer over in individual one-shot fics, but I can stack them all in one here. Enjoy this first one with Lupa and a bee costume;
Lupa was embarrassed, even more embarrassed than when her parents still insisted they'd keep throwing her birthday parties. Those were horrible, because the other kids, her siblings, whatever the logical term was, would put her the center of the tomfoolery and embarrassment. Once or twice did Leia shove her face into the cake just as Lupa was forced to blow out the candles.
Well, this was not like that. Not by a long shot.
"Tell me Why I have to wear this?" Not by choice was Lupa strapped in a bee suit made for rather a Halloween party than this. It was the anniversary of her parents' get-together, the first time they had fallen in love, which led to Lupa being conceived. Not that she wanted to think about it.
She had been fitted into it by her father's orders. Lincoln Loud, the average father with a not-so-average amount of offspring, held up a video camera, had already been recording as Lupa had placed on the silly costume.
"You wore something similar when you were just a little baby, and your mom would love to see her bee all grown up and able to buzz around on her own. It's for the memories, sweetheart. You're the symbol of our love, and it'll make your mother happy."
Lupa just raised her shoulders, looking away with half-closed eyes. "Whatever you say..."
"Look at the camera, my little snowflake. Say something to her."
Lupa was flustered, turning quite red. "Ah, geez..."
"I'm not letting you off the hook if you don't say anything adorable about your mother," he strictly said.
Lupa just sighed a Lucy sigh and gave in. "Mom..." She coughed in between. "Th-thanks for raising me. And for the poetry you used to read to me in the earlier days." Lupa then concluded her gift with a heart made from her fingers. "L-love you!"
Mushy mush wasn't really her strong suit, but she knew how to give it when it called for.
There, she was done with it. "Wow, that was fast... How much was this worth?"
Lincoln lowered the camera, smiling widely at his daughter. "All the love in the world, Lupa. Thank you."
And off he went with his happy mood. Lupa broke face and found herself to be content with helping daddy supply a priceless gift for her poetry-loving mother, forming a goofy smile. Well, at least now she could take off this silly get-up.
"Hey, did you get that?" From behind, a familiar voice muffled through the bedroom window. Lupa glanced back and noticed Lemy was there, peeking right at her, holding his phone out. He was getting pictures of Lupa-Bee. But it wasn't his voice she heard.
"HEY, SHE'S SPOTTED US! GET ME DOWN, LACY!" Lemy cried out.
Lupa was immensely hit with even more embarrassment. "LEMY!" She ran to the window and opened it. Below, Lemy, Lacy, and Leia had begun running from the front yard, howling in laughter. And Lupa, now fully red in the face, began to chase after them.
"I'M GOING TO STING YOU! JUST YOU WAIT, THIS LITTLE BEE IS GOING TO STING YOU!" And she would. Eventually she would catch them and make them delete what they've gotten on her. But that was another story never to be told.
I can do some sappy, too! It's just... Never my... Cup of... Blood- I mean, tea. Tehe. I mean, I can try to stray from the darkness every now and then, but the place of gray is my home. Next one, a lewd Leiacoln. Well, I label it as that, but you do you... Enjoy;
Leia went to his room. She didn't know why she was called upon. Maybe the man of the manor caught on her latest devious act. Leia thought she got away with accidentally breaking Lizy's dumb blue tricycle, but it seemed not so in her favor. Gulping nervously, she entered her father's room.
They were an unconventional family, one that would fit into the backwoods country, surrounded by countless hillbilly and redneck factions. Of course, those types were sex-crazed freaks, or let alone an uneducated family tree.
Lincoln was on his bed, and in his underwear, the casual attire he'd be in when he was either reading comics, or in the mood for some special time. And there wasn't any comics that she could see. It only meant-
"Oh..." Leia giggled a whorish laugh, ready to take on the log again.
Lincoln approached her and began touching her body, to which she couldn't help but moan with a great satisfaction.
She let him undress her, and kept giggling further as his manly lips worked their way into and under Leia's tiny neck.
She placed her hands underneath his generic orange t-shirt and ran throughout his back. She was quick to remember that scratches would make their sexual taboo acts much more fiercer and amazing.
Just when she was about to tug away on his boxers, he spun his young daughter around and pushed her into the bed.
"D-daddy no!"
"Daddy yes," Lincoln calmly replied. "I'll be slow this time."
Her skirt was lifted up only, and nothing more. Leia preferred getting dicked in her pussy, which always made her feel so great that she could brag about being the luckiest daughter in the world. Or rather, she could have still kept believing there was an opportunity to be just that, if her father wouldn't ever penetrate her backside and leave her literally butthurt for hours.
Lincoln rammed his penis into Leia's ass, leaving her to do nothing but remain on the bed as he fucked the hell out of it. He did just that, and had his hands running all over her back. Once or twice, he tugged on her twin set of ponytails, trying to get her into it.
All Leia could do was wait until the ride was over. Perhaps she could still get her wish and ride the fuck out of his dick. Maybe. Since it would be awhile, she couldnt help but wonder if Lupa felt the same way when boys were fucking her left and right. Lupa was the one who got a hell of a lot more dick than Leia. She was jealpus of it, had been for so long. But the perspective changed. Maybe Lupa was bored of penis in her butt like Leia.
All Leia could do was wait. Wait for the end.
BONERS! BONERS FREE HERE! RAISE EM HERE WHILE THE LEIA IS DICKED! I wrote this because Lioxd made a very lewd pic of these two in a suggestive position. Oh, how that aroused me the fourth time coming across it. This next one comes Vale approved, a Liby x Leda thing. Well... Yeah that's what it is. Here you are;
A settling evening it was, when Leda, a fellow relative to the Loud family, in a way not all of them understood, had climbed in through the room that was Liby's. The sun was just setting down, shining its final bright orange lights towards their direction. Liby had not seen her come in due to that, but Lacy had.
Leda had come by to crash the sleepover she had heard about, a second-hand snitch tale that came from the unzipped flapping puffy lips of the one cousin who had a knack for phsycial harassment and some under-the-surface violent tendencies. Maybe it was just a really bad case of the anger issues. Who knows?
Leda, sporting some camo pants and a gray zip-up sweater, had been tackled by Lacy the second she stepped foot in Liby's room.
"INTRUDER!" The two were playing a 1v1 match of Uno, and Liby happened to be winning this time. Lacy messed up the cards intentionally as she detected Leia's ominous presence.
"What? Who is-?" Liby decided to close the window and pull the cuetains shut upon seeing who it was. "Leda? What on earth are you doing here?"
Leda was calmly restrained by Lacy, despite the younger of the two having no hold-back of Leda's pinned down. "Oh, you remember my name! Swell!"
The thing about Leda was that the two had never really hung out with her. Who could blame them, with all the kids in existence? Just last week had Lacy learned about Gloom, the goth type chick with a pair of big tits. Apparently, that one was just as young as they were, and Liby was appalled that she had quite the chest. Even Lacy described it was, "That girl probably sucked up our sizes and took it for her own!"
It was hard to really keep track of who was here, and where they were. "Hey, I thought we should get to know each other, that's as simple as that," Leda told Liby.
Who were they to deny Leda that?
"Oh, uhhh... Lacy, let her go," Liby ordered.
"Yeah, let me go, pumpkin," Leda winked.
"P-pumpkin?" Lacy, being Lacy, took it the wrong way. She looked in Liby's closet mirror, checking herself out. "I'm f-fat?"
Liby slapped a hand on her head as Lacy went overboard abd ran out, likely to do laps around her house. "Why did you say that?"
"To get her out of the room," Leda admitted. She causally walked over to the door and slowly closed it. "So we can be alone."
It was her time, nice and suave, but also with an eagerly lustful touch, that Liby felt there was an ulterior motive behind Leda being here. She gulped, set down her cards, and stood up to Leda. Maybe she was sent here by Lupa just for some rude pranking, a dirty, mean ruse orchestrated. She had a bad feeling about it now.
"What do you mean-?" It was a perfect setting for Leda now. She had the comedienne all alone in the room, and nothing would be getting in her way. Was it creepy perhaps, that Leda had the hots for a cousin of hers? Or, was it moreso that she had it unnaturally?
She surprised the shit out of Liby when and after turning around and forcing her lips out onto the other girl's own. Liby was mildly moist there, and her tongue was not acting by itself to sync or expell what Leda was doing with hers. The kisser guided her hands right on Liby's waist, diving right into the passionate play of it. She kissed Liby under the simple, plain reason that she thought Liby was just cute and very kind.
Liby, surprisingly, didn't find herself fighting Leda's advances. She placed her arms over Leda's, and tried to gently push her off, but it was the nice feel of Leda's mouth that was resisting her brain's commands. The heart was at war with it, a quick battle of secret desire vs... Whatever it was that gave her reason to stop it. Maybe because it was gay, or... Lesbian of Leda to just randomly tongue the ponytailed brunette.
Liby let it happen. She closed her eyes along with Leda and decided to return her affection. Their tongues were playfully sparring now, and Leda was making very suggestive sounds as Liby played along.
The shorter one of the two redirected her hands up Liby's back, rubbing it softly for a while before continuing right at Liby's hair. She undid her ponytail, trying to set the mood further. "Come on..."
Curses for having ties on her shirt, otherwise Liby would not have been easy to get into bed. But it happened, and Liby was strictly pushed right into bed. "W-wait... What are you doing?" She didn't sign up for sex. Yet.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you." Oh, joy. "I left my dildo at home."
Liby developed shivers down her neck. "Wh-what?"
Leda disregarded her and started again, thus time placing her lips all over Liby's little neck. They felt good to her, and Liby found herself moaning lightly. She didn't know the drill, so she just lifted her hands and set them on Leda's back, doing the same thing she did. Her guess was that this wasn't the first time before, which was, and wasn't at the same time, helping.
"Mmmm... Oh yeah," Leda seductively whispered onto Liby. Her hands, the smooth pair of tiny arms, had worked their way underneath Liby's shirt. Leda wanted the full R rated experience, and so it was that she opened her shirt from the inside, nearly ripping it that way, and exposed the beautiful skin too perfect for her eyes. Aside from a bra, the only thing that kept Leda away from full nudity, Liby was exposed. Leda wasn't stopping there.
"L... Leda... P-please..." A mixed message that was either telling her to stop, or just the opposite. Leda leaned back up and stared at her body, lifting a finger right up to her mouth.
"Oh, my," she giggled at Liby's bra. "I could never picture you in green." Leda ran her hands under Liby's back, intending to fully strip the innocent Liby out of her childhood. And clothes. And clothes.
Liby felt unclean up to here. Unclean, and with a very rapid heartbeat that was spiking her temperature. She felt hot, but hot in the sense that the scene was progressing quite quickly and in the direction she couldn't dream about soon enough. What would Lyra say if she were to find out about this? It really felt like Leda was craving to jump bones. So to speak. "You said-"
"Relax, we won't be doing the dirty. But..." Leda was really something else. She undid the girl's bra and removed it. Liby tried to resist to it but Leda had some overpowering strength that could very well rival Lacy's.
"Unf," Leda went as she lay witness to Liby's rare and exotic nipples never known to man. She played around with Liby's small tits, caressing them with perfect strokes. She did it until she returned to mount back over Liby. "Perfect placement, doll baby."
Liby decided enough was enough, so she kindly pushed Led off of her, sending her to the side. "Y-you're making me nervous..."
"We're in the process of third base, and you tell me that now?" Leda scoffed. "We can't make out if you are going to be like this."
Liby slipped her bra back on. "Well, I didn't expect you to come here just for that. I don't know you all too well."
"And it doesn't have to stay that way. I thought maybe, you know, we could get to know each other. Lacy included."
"Yeah, that's why you got her out of my room," Liby reminded. She placed on her shirt again and moved from her bed. She wasn't angry, rather just a little shaken and corrupted. The kissing was still fresh. Leda's smooth hands still marked Liby's body, and would the the first to ever be the holder of her body virginity. "Leave..."
Leda got somewhere at least, but up to here, and at this status, she wasn't completely satisfied. "Right, so that's the end of us... Okay." She pulled the curtains back out of the way, exposing the room to the sunlight. She saw herself out the window just as Lacy had wrapped up her running.
"Hey! Now I'll be a celery stick again!" She happily exclaimed.
Liby said nothing, only staring right into the sun rays. Leda had gone already, but it didn't break Liby away.
"Libster?" Lacy moved in front of her, snapping the older girl out of her gaze. "What happened? Where's Leda?"
Strange. Very strange. Despite it all...
"Liby? Hellooooooo!"
She liked most of everything that Leda had to offer today. So heart-pounding, so hot, so...
"Are you dead? Cause rest in piece."
Liby returned from her mind. "Nothing."
Lie.
"Nothing happened, Lace," she lied. "Nothing happened."
So much for that pairing.
The HCs see to it that Leda is more free-spirited and has no restraints on her. A real fusion of Luna and Sam, give or take. Hmmm, my HCs urge me to say Liby could wind up either bi or a full lesbian. Mmmmf. I don't give enough thought to them, but I will.
Someday.
Next is... *Looks back at Pastebin* ...Oh;
Lupa. It was Lupa, again.
"LIBY!" Lacy came rushing to her sister's aid. The poor prankster was sprawled on the hard wooden floor, bleeding profusely from the top of her head. Her long peach colored hair was in the way, and Lacy couldn't see where exactly the blood was pouring out from. "DANG IT!"
Liby was definitely knocked out, and Lacy had no choice but to lift the unconscious sister up into her arms. Lacy, the middle child of the three, proved to be the strongest there was. Liby was damn tall, however, and only helped Lacy block her path.
"She'll be fine," Lupa shrugged off.
"HEY, A PRANK IS NOT WORTH HITTING HER WITH A BAT!"
Lupa hid the baseball bat behind her and whistled, moving her head in another direction.
"LUPA!"
Just then, Lincoln came in. "Hey, guys- Hey, why is Liby bleeding?!" The comic in his hand slipped away, plopping on the floor as he took his hurt daughter out of Lacy's hands and zoomed into her room. "I need some ice packs and a towel! Hurry, Lacy!"
Lupa was in the kitchen, wiping away the pie and whip cream on her face. She thought she had reached her max limit to hate Liby, but the scale had gone to 110% and that was what led to Lupa taking a swing at Liby's desires. And life.
Lacy charged in to get the ice packs, and stood frozen stiff when she saw Lupa. "How could you such a thing? She's your sister!" Lacy was terribly angry at how the white-haired monster in a human body could do such a thing. And worse, Lupa didn't seem to display concern for Liby's well being. "Well?!"
Lupa's quiet answer only urged Lacy to beat her into a pulp, but what good would that do? The sociopath that was Lupa Erickson would probably enjoy it for all Lacy knew. "She's not my sister. We're all fucking adopted by Lincoln," Lupa answered. "What happens to her is no concern of mine."
Lacy only grew more mad, and only made one daring step towards the evil Lupa.
"LACY!" That was Lincoln's cry that meant he was not having it today.
"We'll talk about this later," Lacy promised. She fetched a pair of ice packs and raced back to Liby's room to deliver them.
"Oh... I'm sure we will," Lupa said after Lacy had disappeared. "I'm sure we will..."
Fucking Christ. I had something here and... Ugh, not sure if this will go further. I'll label this as a maybe. At the time of writing this, there were plans to go on and continue, but I guess I just really couldn't. I feel a tad guilty if I had some readers look and wonder why it was never updated. If you'd like to take it off my hands, that would be fine, too. Just ask me first, so that I'll know it will be continued, and also so that I can follow you and your version.
My last one... Oh, hmm. Yeah screw it. This one is a true snippet for the Lupa/Demon thing in their new adventure, from The A;
It was a regular night in the town of Royal Woods, located in the state of Michigan. On a particular street was it all but emtpy. The streetlights were showing off their immensely bright lights, all positioned in perfect symmetry on the sidewalks. The winds were steadily calm, almost enough for the only person walking down the streets to regret bringing his red sweater to the date he had gotten back from.
At least, he considered it a date, but not the blonde girl whom he was with. Bobby Jr. clearly did not know anything about such things, seeing as how he was just a wee Mexican boy to begin with.
The other girl, Loan, had taken much of her time to look her best for it. She was nice clothes, more fit than what the boy had for the occasion. Or, that's what she'd figure in his eyes. Bastard was too cheap for a restaurant, and instead opted out for a slimy burger joint. No.
But hey, at least one of them was happy at the end. Bobby would eventually get the memo that it was never going to happen again. Well, he would have if he never stopped to tend to the girl who was tied downside up, dangling from her feet, just inches near the ground.
The way he spotted her was when she called out to him, crying out weakly and in undeniable pain. "H-hey... Help me... C-cut me down..."
Upon closer inspection, the girl, almost concealed in the dark spots in the alley, became more visible. She was a girl who looked like she was in a party, kidnapped to be here. She had a black shirt that was revealing how big her cleavage was, a nice sight for all teens and under to gaze upon. And her shorts, also a black color.
What the light did show was that she was bleeding from her head, and a smear ran up from her left cheek up to her forehead. Bobby Jr. got chills.
"Oh, my God, I'll get you down!"
The rope that kept the poor victim led up to the roof of the higher building from between the two of them. No time to break in and try to untie her from up there. Nor would he break the law again for this. He gulped and looked around for any useful tool to use.
With his cellphone's light, he scampered around looking beneath him. He came across an empty beer bottle ten feet further down the alley and smacked it on the ground. "H-hold on!"
The girl was blinking rapidly, head fading out of consciousness. The blood was rushing to her head already, rendering her brain dead. "P-please... Hurr... Eeeee..."
Bobby returned to her and started cutting away at the rope with one hand, wrapping his other one around her. He might not have been big nor strong enough to hold her once the rope was cut, but he was gonna try. This was a real scary way for the night to and, if it would end there. No time to think, no time to think. He kept dragging the broken bottle back and forth to the rope.
Snap! She wasn't of lightweight material to behold, and only ensured she'd crush him as she had been liberated from being rendered immobile by an unknown party behind this. She fell on him face down, seemingly out for the night.
Bobby crawled out from under her. Funny, she didn't seem too heavy, considering her height and body size. Turning his back to her, he pulled out his phone to call the police on this bizarre case. Big mistake on his part.
The girl snuck up on him and cupped a hand over his mouth. The boy dropped his phone, shaking fearfully at the sudden surprise move the girl acted out. "Hush. Hush and cuh-close your eyes..."
Her eyes, a pair of deadly red pair of menacing ones, were no longer hidden under the fake brown ones she had on for show. And her mouth revealed the jaws of razor teeth -And not just four sharp ones that were common in media and fictional lore- and bit off a chunk of the boy's neck. She felt him scream out a distorted muffle into her palm, but it didn't stop her from eating again.
She munched up the rest of his neck, and had only finished when the head had come loose and rolled right off from the final bite. By the third bite, the squirming of the young kid had stopped and his life was drained out. She didn't care, it was just food for her. Flesh, blood. Sustenance to keep living. Living in death. Living for over a hundred years.
She left behind quite the mess she didn't bother to clean up. The beheaded body, right over a pool of the blood, and the separate trail of it that ended at the head. Poor kid. Despite her no longer being hungry, there was, for a brief second, a feeling of guilt for being the end of this child. A nameless child who had fallen for her trap solely acting on the intention to help her. A good boy who didn't need to die.
But she did it anyway. She ate, a natural part of the life cycle. "Thank you for your sacrifice..."
Gloom was not a vampire who could fly, but did have some abilities to make it up. And that's what she relied on to get away. She was running fast, making high jumps as she escaped into the night. She would not go hungry until way later, and, as long as she was running away, there would be no trouble. No trouble at all. At least, that's what she thought.
Only some rooftops away, Lupa was scoping out the town with binoculars. She had indeed spotted Gloom trying to flee, and lowered the binoculars. "Found her," she told her partner, a tall figure who was shrouded in dark clothes. "She just killed Loan's date, too."
"Hey, isn't this funny? Everyone's too busy in the bigger world to be noticing what is going on in their own hometown. How funny, right?" The person laughed fiendishly, looking down into the street below.
"Better act now," Lupa suggested. "Lemy wants me to capture her. After all, she did eat Gwen days ago."
"Gwen... That's the poor brunette they found with a missing face and arms?"
Lupa could have used a smoke right then and there. She was one of five poeple to have seen the body. "Shit... Yeah, her."
The cloaked figure laughed harder. "This is gonna be so much fun!"
It was up to Lupa to put an end to the bloodsucker of Royal Woods, all while everyone else had their own agendas, in various parts of the world. It was only Lemy, Loan, and aunt Leni who still remained in Royal Woods, and Lupa's request for Laika's aid was denied. She would have been on her own, if not for her special friend. "Take off that damn disguise! No one is awake these hours."
The creature did so, showing off its unnatural physique again. "Hop on if you want a ride. Unlike little vampira here, I can fly!"
"But you can't shut up for a second," Lupa complained. She mounted up on the thing's back and locked her hands around its neck. "I still say I should call you Demonpool, cause, you know, Deadpool."
"Even that's too bland and copyright-y for my taste!" The ride started, and Lupa shut her eyes just as they left the rooftop. "Buckle up!"
And soon, very soon, the vampire Gloom would be at the hands of Lemy. For him. For Gwen. For good.
This isn't the final draft, but you get the idea of what is to come during these darker events. And now that more players can be put in the game, it'll make things way more interesting and fun, and not just to me, I hope. Well... Now you know that Gloom is playing the blood sucker, which feels right for me. She looks the part, don't kid yourselves. She's been practically made to kill and eat, maybe seduce men to death. SIGN ME UP FOR THAT. So many things, I tell you! Can I possibly handle the magnitude of such a story?! Why, yes, yes I can.
Nothing more to say at this point. Just hoping this catalog is sufficient with reader food to get you through maybe a day. Hue. I could go on forever. And by forever, I mean another chapter if there's more stuff that I missed out to say. Or maybe I'll ask basic questions I'm sure people might have.
Who would be my favorite writer here? I can only think of Darko, Epikalroo, and this one person who made a Lynncoln that I fapped to one night. And I almost never touch myself, so he did something rare. Guilty.
Favorite story? Fucking... Underrated Hero made a story that made me cry. And no, I'm not talking about that one. First Love, by him, it was just so beautiful. Also, Requiem is good too, yeah. When It All Falls Down by Darko. That one was brutal with enough visuals. I can practically see Lori kill Lola in my mind. *sniffs* There is a comic by Warden-Sigma called Fallen. That one totally deserves a read. Find him on Tumblr. (I haven't been informed on the updates, it's unknown how much I missed in terms of progression)
Who/What brought me here? Made a Tumblr to find Jump's comic. Found his account instead and the links were on it. Booyah. I... Am going to miss it. That led to me being in there and then here. Bleh.
What made me become a writer? Hmmmm... I was writing before I came here. Creating and shit. Brainstorming, but also drawing. I'm an intermediate in DBZ style art, but I can't stick to that style forever. Lots of influences. Stephen King, RL Stine, you know. I was a nerd, turned this. If I had endless funds, I could have shared real fictional works. Pipe dreams, I tell you. *drinks vodka*
Who would I want to collab with? Darko, of course. The closest thing to a collab with him would be a Grand Theft Auto Twitch Stream if he would be up for gaming with me again. Yes, we've had a destructive invite-only session once before. There was so much laughing. Oh, man, Darko is greatly fun person to be pals with. My other choices would be Flagg and AberrantScript. I'm more interested with linking up with the dark and edgy ones around, but I am working on a fun-themed chapter alongside Epikalroo for Sinful Days. He just doesn't remember about it. The gull. My first real collab, but brief.
But TLH is the first show to get me into writing fanfiction. I'll give Savino that satisfucktion (Fucking satisfaction) Learned a few things in the process, so I'm grateful.
I also am interested in writing for other shows, too. And a video game series. Maybe two. Yeah, no, definitely two.
I probably suck at this now. But no one is saying it, so... Onward and forward!
I've written substantially enough for the time being. So, to sum it all up, my future works are up there, and some facts/concepts/ideas involving what I've done, and those that will never are the light of day, etc. I'm so thankful for copy-paste. My Pastebin is now shut down, empty, like this hole in my- Haha- Heart. Nope. No one asked for this, but I made this for good reasons. Mainly saves time posting individual one-shots that are basically ficlets, and for commentary purposes.
Remember kids, the maybe section from this are both the continuation of that Trio snippet piece, if no one wants to take over it, a Spanish edition of Survival of the Sinner, and a brand new chapter of Estrangement just to hurt Lupa. By this logic, I guess I'd have to make A Sister's Love in Spanish as well, no? Hmmm.
Now we've reached the end. The credits can role while I just add some comments on what fellow CC and fandom members have said.
"You're a very good writer." -Flagg1991. Yeet, I've been acknowledged by Flaggie-poo.
"you write really well, but you're evil xd" -LycanthropeSpirit. They're not wrong. Hue.
"DPiddy has the sense to make a decent enough fic on sin kids... I never read anything else after so I guess he does dark edgy drama well. He's also a nut." -An anon.
Well, that's it for now, but there are more to scavenge around the internet. Some places I know not where, if I so desired. But I know I'm fairly praised by enough, and that's something. Yeet. *dabs*
Again, any further questions you would like answered by me, you know what to do. This concludes my first and only special, unless I'm bombarded with those Q's.
Thanks for reading. Good night to you all.
