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Alt ending where Ethan manages to reach the shore and spends some time cooling off with the shore's small waves hitting against his body
YOUR OCS i miss them. consider beach bod ethan. alternatively,, fat stard.ew boys i adored how u gave everyone different fat distribution it was SO gorgeous
Shores of Struggle
(tldr: Ethan can barely walk and he causes a scene at the beach. Short angsty story.)
He had been advised by everyone not to leave his bedroom, let alone his house, but as summer heatwaves hit and Ethan spent his days bathing in his own sweat, he just had to go to the beach.
Ethan expressed his desire to go to the beach, and after some discussion and planning, his caretakers agreed to help him make the journey. They knew it wouldn't be an easy task, given Ethan's near-immobility, but they were committed to making his wish come true.
They obtained heavy-duty stretchers designed to support extreme bariatric patients like him, ensuring that he would have a stable surface to lie on. They also got the help of lift systems capable of handling his immense weight, and supportive slings to minimize any risks during the transfer. As they hit the road, Ethan's excitement grew, and he couldn't help but imagine the refreshing waves crashing against his body, hoping to find a small escape from this horrible summer season.
Upon reaching the beach, Ethan felt a glimmer of hope and independence. He insisted on walking to the shore on his own. His stretched-out swimming trunks hardly covered his flabby body as he steadied himself with a cane.
But each step was an uphill battle. Agonizing pain rippled through his body, his face was drenched in sweat, and the weight of his every move was apparent. Everyone's eyes were on him as curious onlookers observed the struggle he faced. Despite the embarrassment, Ethan pressed on, determined to prove he could do it.
The trembling in his legs didn't go unnoticed, and a small group of strangers rushed to support him so he wouldn't fall over. Despite the collective efforts, less than a minute had passed when his legs finally gave out, collapsing onto the sand not even halfway through the way to the shore.
His caretakers ran towards him and quickly got him up on the stretcher, causing a huge scene that caught everyone's attention at the beach. The journey back home was a blur for Ethan, sitting half-conscious as he tried to regain his breath.
He didn't know what had happened until several minutes after being carefully put back on his bedroom's mattress to rest. He then began to sob quietly.
He could feel his legs burning from the exertion of earlier that day, and big bruises forming around his belly, but there was something else that hurt so much he couldn't focus on anything else...his stomach.
Ethan spent the following three hours gorging himself with no pause, falling asleep right after with grease-covered hands, ready to return to his daily routine once he woke up.
Gortash doesn't have time for kisses, he goes straight to the point
Au where they shrink Naruto and raise him as their brother!
does no one else remember the scene in homestuck where nepeta and equius kill gamzee?
it happened right after [S] Equius: Seek the highb100d. why does no one talk about it?
I had a though based off the fact that you can use the wolf amino in totk, but it only gives you raw meat.
Hear me out. It would be extremely funny if Wild tries to summon Wolfie like he did on his first adventure, but Hylia goes "That’s absolutely not happening. I will give you something from the Twilight hero’s era though!!"
Meanwhile Twilight just got done hunting a deer and is field butchering the carcass. He turns around for two (2) seconds, and then turns back and? All of his meat is?? Gone??? Hello?
He's left wondering if he somehow hallucinated hunting an entire deer.
Back in Wild's era, and an entire deer carcas falls out of the sky and squishes him
𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐲
The Legend of [Y/n]
(supernatural horror story)
Summary: Y/N finds themselves pursued by a nameless terror after stumbling upon an ancient artifact. They flee through a dense and menacing forest, desperately trying to escape their pursuer.
Warnings: Suspense, Supernatural, Implied Violence
[Y/N]'s heart pounded in their chest as they sprinted through the dense forest. The moon's pale light barely penetrated the thick canopy above, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance among the trees. They could hear their ragged breaths mingling with the sounds of their pursuer, echoing ominously through the night.
Their skin, a canvas of diverse hues, glistened with sweat, and their wild, curly hair whipped against their face as they ran. Fear coursed through their veins, driving them forward, desperate to escape the nameless terror that lurked behind them. But no matter how fast they ran, it seemed to be closing in, its presence growing stronger with each passing moment.
[Y/N]'s mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. It all started when they stumbled upon an ancient artifact during an archaeological excavation. The moment they touched it, an otherworldly darkness enveloped them, filling their mind with images of unspeakable horrors. And now, they were paying the price for their curiosity.
Branches tore at their clothes, leaving scratches on their exposed skin. The forest itself seemed to conspire against them, twisting and shifting its layout, making it impossible for them to find their way out. Each turn they took only led them deeper into the heart of the sinister woods, trapping them within its clutches.
[Y/N]'s breath hitched as they stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center stood a gnarled, ancient tree, its twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the heavens. They could feel an oppressive energy emanating from it, as if it were a gateway to a realm of unspeakable terror.
Just as they were about to turn and flee in the opposite direction, a cold gust of wind swept through the clearing, extinguishing the flickering light of their hope. The woods fell into a deafening silence, a prelude to something far more menacing. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air grew thick with an otherworldly presence.
[Y/N] turned slowly, their heart heavy with resignation. And there it was, standing just beyond the edge of the clearing—a shadowy figure, tall and menacing. Its form seemed to flicker and warp, never fully revealing itself. But its eyes, glowing with an unholy light, pierced through the darkness, fixating on [Y/N].
The figure began to advance, gliding effortlessly through the forest. [Y/N]'s legs turned to jelly as they tried to move, but their body refused to obey. The terror that had pursued them finally caught up, trapping them within its clutches. It whispered their name, a haunting melody that sent shivers down their spine.
With each step, the figure grew closer, its presence suffocating. [Y/N]'s mind screamed for escape, but their body remained frozen, a prisoner to their own fear. And as the figure loomed over them, they realized the chilling truth—there was no running from the darkness that had been unleashed.
The forest swallowed [Y/N], their desperate cries silenced by the night. Their story became another whispered legend, a cautionary tale for those who dared to wander into the unknown. The trees whispered their name, a mournful lament that echoed through the endless night, forever reminding those who heard it of the horrors that lie within the shadows.
However, as [Y/N]'s consciousness faded, a glimmer of determination sparked within them. They refused to succumb entirely to the darkness. With all their strength, they fought against the suffocating grip, struggling to break free.
In the depths of their mind, a memory surfaced—a fragment of the ancient artifact they had touched. It held a clue, a piece of forgotten knowledge that might hold the key to their salvation. Drawing upon their resilience, [Y/N] tapped into their inner strength, refusing to surrender to the encroaching darkness. With a surge of determination, they summoned the memory of the artifact—the symbols etched upon its surface, the whispers of forgotten incantations.
As the figure drew nearer, its menacing presence threatening to consume them, [Y/N] focused their mind. They recited the cryptic words that had once echoed within their thoughts, their voice a shaky but resolute chant.
To their surprise, a faint shimmer of light enveloped their body, shielding them from the malevolent force. The figure recoiled, momentarily stunned by this unexpected turn of events. It hesitated, uncertain of how to proceed.
[Y/N] seized the opportunity and, mustering every ounce of courage, willed their legs to move. Step by step, they inched away from the menacing figure, navigating the twisted forest with newfound determination. The dark woods seemed to yield to their unwavering resolve, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.
The shadows writhed and contorted, desperate to reclaim their prey. But [Y/N] pressed on, guided by a faint glimmer of light that beckoned them forward. It led them deeper into the heart of the forest, towards an ancient stone altar nestled amidst the trees.
With cautious steps, [Y/N] approached the mystical altar, feeling its power resonate within their core. The symbols engraved upon its surface seemed to pulse with an ethereal energy, as if waiting for the touch of destiny.
Driven by an inexplicable intuition, [Y/N] placed their trembling hand upon the altar. A surge of ancient energy surged through their veins, filling them with renewed strength and clarity. The darkness that had pursued them recoiled, unable to breach the protective barrier now emanating from [Y/N].
A blinding burst of light erupted from the altar, illuminating the surrounding forest and banishing the encroaching darkness. The figure, once imposing and formidable, now stood weakened, its malevolence fading into nothingness.
As the light subsided, [Y/N] found themselves standing in the midst of a transformed forest. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, replaced by a sense of tranquility and awe-inspiring beauty. The trees, once twisted and menacing, stood tall and majestic, their leaves shimmering with newfound life.
With gratitude and relief washing over them, [Y/N] realized that they had triumphed over the darkness that had sought to consume them. Their resilience, coupled with the forgotten power of the artifact, had set them free from its clutches.
As they emerged from the forest, their heart filled with a renewed sense of purpose. The tale of their harrowing encounter would be shared, cautioning others to tread carefully, but also inspiring them with the reminder that even in the face of overwhelming darkness, strength and resilience can prevail.
From that day forward, [Y/N] became a symbol of courage, an embodiment of the triumph of light over darkness. Their name echoed through the ages, forever etched in the annals of those who dared to face their deepest fears and emerge victorious.
And as they walked away from the forest, head held high, [Y/N] carried with them a newfound appreciation for the power within, ready to face any challenge that lay ahead. For they knew that no matter how formidable the darkness may appear, the light of resilience and determination would always prevail.
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I named this "Ice Age 5 Alt. Ending.mp4" and I still don't know if it's correct.
Bit of a late update but good news!! The storm passed with ease, I never lost power and I am completely safe at home. Everything will probably return to normal when I get myself in the right mindset. +)
