7 Works by Bugthebog
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Everything goes sideways after Hunter discovers a creature in an illegal book who looks just like him.
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“He’d have to run, he realized with distant horror. He had– he had killed the emperor. Murdered him. His uncle. His emperor. He’d have to run, he decided. But first, he had to get the blood off.” -
Dreams in Which I'm Dying (the best I've ever had) by Bugthebog
Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)
15 Apr 2023
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Look, someone really should tell Hunter about that cavern of dead golden guards.
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Some of the skeletons are very small, or weirdly formed. They lay in piles across the uneven ground, the glow of the light casting long odd shadows that bury themselves in the deeper shadows of the corners. Darius sends the light floating down into the pit, and Hunter can see some are much older than others. The bones are for the most part intact. Masks are scattered around like golden coins spilled carelessly. He has the passing thought that he might look too closely and see his own mask, his own shattered body lying there. Dead and entombed. -
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Hunter and Luz and the great american road trip.
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Hunter comes out of a gas station, arms full of goodies, and calls to Luz who’s filling up. “What’s sushi?”
Luz shakes out the last dribble and takes the little plastic container from his hands. “Is this gas station sushi?” she asks.
“Does it matter where it’s from?”
“Hunter. Fish should be fresh. This may have never seen an ocean.”
“Does that mean we’re not going to eat it?”
“Nah, it means we’re idiots,” says Luz. "At least we’re self-aware.” She pops the lid off and scarfs down one of the little rolls. Her second one she chews thoughtfully, holding the container out for him.
Hunter takes a bite. “Damn,” he says, and downs it whole, gulping loudly. “Tastes like food poisoning.”
Luz swallows her third piece. “Delicious food poisoning.”
“I think you’re just hungry. You know I bought other food too, right?”
“Gas station sushi is a right of passage and I want to celebrate this with you,” says Luz.
“Thanks,” says Hunter.
“I don’t want you to suffer alone.”
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Hunter has a lot of worries, but he also has good friends.
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“I had a nightmare,” Hunter says at last.
Camila nods. “Those are hard.”
“And, says Hunter, drawing up his courage. “I’ve been worried. About. Some things.”
Camila takes a sip of tea, looking completely at ease, like there was nothing more she’d rather be doing at this time of night than listen to him. “Like what?”
“What if I wasn’t a witch? What if I was something else? Something worse?”
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Light died, but he didn't leave.
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Cold fingers intertwined with his, clambering closer, and under the covers cold feet pressed against– and for one horrible moment, through– his legs. L settled back to stare at the ceiling for however long he would end up indulging the dead monster in his bed.
He wondered, sometimes, what they looked like from the outside. What he looked like from the outside. It had started out as a game, so long ago. A game with very high stakes, but a game nonetheless. And then, a triumph for justice, leaving L with the foul taste of victory on his lips. Light had looked so scared, those last few moments. When he looked L in the eye and dared him to do it.
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And My Brain is Like an Orchestra (playing on insane) by Bugthebog
Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)
31 May 2022
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Hunter and Luz go for a walk their first night in the human realm.
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“They were witch hunters,” Luz says.
“Hunters?” says Hunter.
“Oh.” Well, he can’t say he’s much of a fan of that. Luz, by her face, is less than impressed as well. “Do you think maybe he was running low on names?” she supposes.
Hunter laughs like a punch to the stomach.
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Their noses were nearly brushing. Light saw for the first time that L’s eyes weren’t black as he had thought, but dark dark brown. The ring of his iris was barely visible around the blown out pupil. A surprisingly strong hand gripped at his arm, clawing. Light could almost hear the thu-thump of L’s dying heart and revelled in it. L’s eyes were wide with shock, and slowly – agonizingly – they blinked closed.
Then L had the raw audacity to sit up. He waved his hands in a swooping flourish; the bow at the end of a great performance. “I decided to not test the notebooks,” said L, apropos to nothing.