Something I Wrote About Cooking Bacon.

Something I wrote about cooking bacon.

As the hand presses the prices of bacon down on the searing skillet, the last remnants of an animal, unremarkable in any way, yet with the same instinctual will to fight, its angry spirit embraces the fire that burns it. It embraces the hot oil that melts it's fat and cooks it's flesh, and uses it's torment to act in desperate rage. It's juices let up, the oil starts to boil, and with the merciless flame underneath, the oil cracks and hisses.

A warning for it's eminent retaliation.

And as the cruel spatula descends once again to press the meat down on the burning skillet, its anger explodes in a giant pop of vengeance. It's juices, it's blood, tainted by white hot hatred, transcends the bounds of it's torture device, and reaches higher, higher, straight for it's torturer. In it's anger, it attacks the first thing that it reaches, punishing the sinful hand that has been tormenting it. The sprays of the bacon's pain now become the pain of it's consumer.

The hand flinches. Weak. Unable to handle a drop from the scorching ocean the prossesed pork has endured. The hand relents. The skillet is being moved. The heat is letting up. A victory. One achieved by the burning desire to fight. Not for it's life this time, but as a last ditch effort to achieve something meaningful. To leave it's mark, no matter how small. And it did. It left a raw, red mark on the presteine skin of the omnipotent hand.

But the hand is stronger.

The bacon is long gone. Devoured. As it was always meant to be.

But its mark remains.

Still raw. Still red. Still hurting.

To the hand, it is of no consern. The hand will heal, regrow, forget.

The mind however, despite not getting marked, continues to remember.

In it's breakfast it found something greater. Something human. Emotions it experienced, parallels it understood.

The mark the bacon had fought for was fleeting and insignificant. But what it never lived to see, was that with it's vengeance, it left something far more everlasting than it could ever comprehend.

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I JUST HAD A REVALUATION!!!!

I've been writing the first chapter of my DCA x reader Mafia AU fic and I've been STUCK on the ending for A LITERAL YEAR until just now I FINALLY figured out how the ending will play out!!!

The brain is braining and I'm high on ego boosters!!!

I'll post the chapter here and on my AO3 (even Wattpad if I'm feeling generous) and you guys will read for yourselves the SHEER CREATIVE JUICE that is leaking out of my face rn (I'm crying with joy)!!!!! AAAÀAKKSJSKDJSKSKHXDKDGKSHDKDHDBSKNSMSLSNDB

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Here's the link if y'all want to check it out!! https://youtu.be/SXjYzhjP_Yo?si=Gt1kfJ6vdKB-aT52

Hellos everyone!!!

I finally published my Daycare Attendant x Reader fic so I decided to draw a little something for it!!! It's Mafia/Cafe AU so it will have some violence in it, but don't worry, it will be relatively tame!

It only has Sun for now but don't you worry, Moonie will come out in ch. 3!

You can find it here on my AO3!! Hope you guys like it!!!

Some fanart of @laweonakenny 's Able desighn because It's genuinely my favorite interpretation of him!!!

Sorry I made him so scarecrow-ish I just wanted to do him justice and horror art is where I'm best at!!!

Don't lie to me, they are.