RedMenaceH 🔞
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A firm believer in the George Lucas school of writing. Stitch together a periodic table worth of ideas and go from there (34 - he/they). DA: https://tinyurl.com/mry4z4pb Ao3: https://tinyurl.com/2uj7sn8f Tumblr: https://tinyurl.com/6ccc6skb
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Samus Aran is taking a break from EVERYTHING. Including herself.

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#metroid #fanfiction #weightgain #samusaran
Metroid – Goodbye Samus, Hello Justin – Part 1 – Preview

Content: Weight Gain (WG), Slob, Big Beautiful Women (BBW), Humiliation, Feedee, Feeder, Original Characters (OCs)

Summary: Samus Aran is taking a break from EVERYTHING. Including herself.

Keriva punched in her access code, ten digits, easy to remember, one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one, with her usual casualness and the blast door began to slide up though with the force of parts starting to give out, groaning and grinding, threatening to stop midway.

Fletcher gave her a look and said, "You need to change your access code."

The sharkgal stuck out her tongue and blew raspberry at the beer bellied stallion. "And this place needs an overhaul for the operation. Ain't happenin'."

A split-second shuddering and maintenance lights flickering went unnoticed by them. One of those things to be expected in a place built from leftovers and scraps and downed starships.

As if to make her point crystal clear, the blast door jammed halfway with a hefty thump.

Keriva smirked at Fletcher and said, "See? Ain't happenin', gramps." She then ducked under the blast door.

Fletcher grumbled, "I'm fifty four," and followed her through to the other side. "They need to think about cutting back parts of these operations. We can't keep working like this. The Galactic Federation is gonna come for the easy ones eventually."
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I am legit not joking when I say this, it would work.

Arcade of Deception would be a power ballad sung by Flynn when we're introduced to him at the arcade. .

MCP (Digital Dictatorship) would be a duet sung by MCP and Sark.
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An idea so crazy it might just get people sued by Disney if they tried putting on an amateur production of it!

TRON THE MUSICAL!
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They posted 'em and I picked 'em. Click the link to learn whose prompts were picked (hint, all of them):
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An idea so crazy it might just get people sued by Disney if they tried putting on an amateur production of it!

TRON THE MUSICAL!
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LAST FEW HOURS BEFORE PROMPTS AREN'T ACCEPTED!
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ONE DAY LEFT TO SUBMIT PROMPTS (14/10/25)!
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Samus Aran is taking a break from EVERYTHING. Including herself.

DeviantArt: tinyurl.com/yeas7jb6
Tumblr: tinyurl.com/3hf2ecs2
Ao3: tinyurl.com/59jaupp9

#metroid #fanfiction #weightgain #samusaran
Metroid – Goodbye Samus, Hello Justin – Part 1 – Preview

Content: Weight Gain (WG), Slob, Big Beautiful Women (BBW), Humiliation, Feedee, Feeder, Original Characters (OCs)

Summary: Samus Aran is taking a break from EVERYTHING. Including herself.

Keriva punched in her access code, ten digits, easy to remember, one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one, with her usual casualness and the blast door began to slide up though with the force of parts starting to give out, groaning and grinding, threatening to stop midway.

Fletcher gave her a look and said, "You need to change your access code."

The sharkgal stuck out her tongue and blew raspberry at the beer bellied stallion. "And this place needs an overhaul for the operation. Ain't happenin'."

A split-second shuddering and maintenance lights flickering went unnoticed by them. One of those things to be expected in a place built from leftovers and scraps and downed starships.

As if to make her point crystal clear, the blast door jammed halfway with a hefty thump.

Keriva smirked at Fletcher and said, "See? Ain't happenin', gramps." She then ducked under the blast door.

Fletcher grumbled, "I'm fifty four," and followed her through to the other side. "They need to think about cutting back parts of these operations. We can't keep working like this. The Galactic Federation is gonna come for the easy ones eventually."
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IT'S TIME TO BOOST! Two days left to submit prompts (14/10/25)!
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Fancy seeing what might happen in future chapters?

Maids? Humiliation? Massages? A bovinegal who's here to spread good vibes and bench press you?

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#metroid #fanfiction #weightgain #samusaran
redmenaceh.bsky.social
Samus Aran is taking a break from EVERYTHING. Including herself.

DeviantArt: tinyurl.com/yeas7jb6
Tumblr: tinyurl.com/3hf2ecs2
Ao3: tinyurl.com/59jaupp9

#metroid #fanfiction #weightgain #samusaran
Metroid – Goodbye Samus, Hello Justin – Part 1 – Preview

Content: Weight Gain (WG), Slob, Big Beautiful Women (BBW), Humiliation, Feedee, Feeder, Original Characters (OCs)

Summary: Samus Aran is taking a break from EVERYTHING. Including herself.

Keriva punched in her access code, ten digits, easy to remember, one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one-one, with her usual casualness and the blast door began to slide up though with the force of parts starting to give out, groaning and grinding, threatening to stop midway.

Fletcher gave her a look and said, "You need to change your access code."

The sharkgal stuck out her tongue and blew raspberry at the beer bellied stallion. "And this place needs an overhaul for the operation. Ain't happenin'."

A split-second shuddering and maintenance lights flickering went unnoticed by them. One of those things to be expected in a place built from leftovers and scraps and downed starships.

As if to make her point crystal clear, the blast door jammed halfway with a hefty thump.

Keriva smirked at Fletcher and said, "See? Ain't happenin', gramps." She then ducked under the blast door.

Fletcher grumbled, "I'm fifty four," and followed her through to the other side. "They need to think about cutting back parts of these operations. We can't keep working like this. The Galactic Federation is gonna come for the easy ones eventually."
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My three moods right now:

Writing Metroid and Doctor Who weight gain fanfiction

Planning a cyberpunk short story where the main character is killed off in the first paragraph by having her head obliterated (fleshy pulp and broken plastic)

Finding this absolutely hilarious:
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Boosting! Three days left to submit prompts (14/10/25).
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Boosting this post! Four days left to submit prompts (14/10/25)!
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Curious about what characters you can use in a prompt?

Take a gander down below!
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Doing a celebratory thing over on DevianrtArt for hitting a milestone (twenty-five posts). You comment with a prompt on the post and I pick one or more to write.

You leave 'em, I pick 'em, I write a fanfic based on 'em.
Celebration Post for Reaching 25 Deviations (Open) by RedMenaceH on DeviantArt
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Snippets and previews of stuff I've either finished at this point or in the middle of writing.

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#doctorwho #fanfiction #weightgain #WIP #Preview #Incomplete
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Sometimes you go out with a bang. Sometimes you go out with a whimper. For the Doctor and Yasmin Khan it'll be both.

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#doctorwho #inflation #bodyhorror #vampires
Doctor Who – A Bloody End – (Body Horror, Inflation, Blood) – Preview – 14/?

Summary: Sometimes you go out with a bang. Sometimes you go out with a whimper. For the Doctor and Yasmin Khan it'll be both. 

It was a game to play before the final feast. The fear and arousal, none could explain, gifted the flesh and blood of their prey an enriched flavour and potency. The difference was always obvious but impossible to describe, there were no words vampire kind could use to convey the change it brought. 

The feeling was obvious, however.

Of the nights like this that went on and on and on, gifted to them by the most ancient and forgotten of their kind, the star of their world engineered to absorb not emit light, the coven celebrated Ie who had done the deed and brought back together the pair now the reason for this feast.

Yaz had been the prey, having escaped into the deepest and half-remembered depths of the castle where time and space grew wonky and broken, which was as much as Ie understood it. Ie wasn't a thinker among the coven, she was tracker, the wolf who stalked the prey and brought it back for the rest to play with and feast on.

Ie had spent that time watching Yaz from the shadows for perhaps a week, perhaps a day, perhaps a month, maybe less, maybe longer, before capturing her with ease.

All the time spent wandering and hiding, lost and alone, ended in a flash for Yasmin Khan who could do nothing but flail weakly against the inevitable.
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Snippets and previews of stuff I've either finished at this point or in the middle of writing.

DeviantArt: tinyurl.com/4ey3txx5
Tumblr: tinyurl.com/4a5tthy8
Ao3: tinyurl.com/mr7ece6z

#doctorwho #fanfiction #weightgain #WIP #Preview #Incomplete
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Hey! Who put this here?!
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Doing a celebratory thing over on DevianrtArt for hitting a milestone (twenty-five posts). You comment with a prompt on the post and I pick one or more to write.

You leave 'em, I pick 'em, I write a fanfic based on 'em.
Celebration Post for Reaching 25 Deviations (Open) by RedMenaceH on DeviantArt
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Another oldie I wrote and posted back in 2020.

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#doctorwho #cybermen #bodyhorror
If you were going to describe the smell, the stench, of the place, it would be unpleasant and sickly, ill-defined and putrid to an insane degree, always catching at the back of throat and no matter where you might go, no matter how much the ventilation system tried to scrub as much of it out of the air, it hung thickly and drenched itself into everything. Clean clothes? Soft to the skin? The stench clung to it with an impossibly tight grip. People would grow used to it. Spend years there and anyone could claim “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it” but very few would spend enough time there to say so truthly. Reassignments came and went as quickly as the applications were submitted. Anywhere but Here had become the name for outward bound paperwork of that nature, no one wanted this, no one could stand breath rising from the depths of Reclamation Centre C, lost to the underworld of Dartmoor’s roaming hills as the sore thumb in the history of lost prosperity. Sayonara to the white heat of technology and hello to budget cuts, outsourcing and privatisation.

To stare upon the face of the Cybermen should induce a clawing fear, the urge to run and hope that, if they caught you, the process would be quick and painless. This unit, dumped onto a reinforced trolley meant for coffins, laid stupidly, limbs hanging off from the edge, armour coated in muk, mold, rust and dents. It’s once pristine body reduced to a glorified mannequin, piping missing from one side of its head, now twisted back to what might have been a painful degree when it happened but now just lifeless. If it were active and capable of feeling anything, even a smidgen of its old humanity, it would be the lack of dignity. To end up here, buried beneath decades of invasions and schemes to end without success and abandoned, was a searing nightmare of unending wakefulness.