#And ready to hunt.

[ask-olive-huchers]

~“Blood, sweat, and fear.”~

(( a Ramshackle OC story!))

Warning: this story covers some dark and possibly triggering topics

note: this takes place after Bailey gifts upon a Pocket knife for Olive.

Olive thanks Bailey for the Pocket knife, embarrassingly messing up and almost calling him big brother. They were sure he wouldn’t have minded it, anyway. But they were scared to admit it. They wander off, imagining the possibilities with this small but powerful weapon. They flick open the blade, once again looking at their reflection. They smile sinisterly, Letting a small chuckle slip out.

Olive retracts the blade to its original form, tucking it back into their pockets. They found themself strolling around the hidden parts of Ramshackle. Ok, hidden is a bit of an overstatement. It was more of the under-appreciated areas.

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After a while, they walk down a dim Street. A single Street light that flickered constantly. Olive shivers a bit from the unresponsive buildings. They had forgotten how creepy it was at night around here.

Within a sudden turn of events, Olive stops and looks up. They stare the some-what nice mansion. A bit too flashy, if you ask them. I mean- what’s the point of having a giant row of stairs just to enter the front door? Pathetic, really.

They turn to the side of the house, quickly and quietly dashing to the gate on the side.

They climb on the gate, struggling not to tumble backwards. Olive grabs the nearest window, slowly opening it. They made as little noise as they could, trying not to awaken the bastards inside.

After clumsily stumbling onto the hard wood floor, they found themselves in the hallway.

their hallway.

’where the hell is that bitch’s room?’

They start quietly opening the doors. There had to be at least 9 doors on the upper floor of their this house. After opening like, 7 of them- they finally find the room.

A women lied asleep, nested comfortably in the soft mattress. But that was the only thing nested on the bed. 3 empty bottles of what seems to be different varieties of liquor. As they approached closer, they saw the black streaks of shitty mascara making it way down her cheeks. But dried too quickly to finish the race, they assumed.

Olive gently grabbed the women’s face, rotating it to face them.

the woman begins to wake up, her eyes fluttering. She looked at this mysterious figure upon her, squinting a bit.

“Calvin..?” She whispered, sitting up within a couple minutes. Clearly, she was extremely drunk and very hung-over. The woman hugs the figure she claimed to be “Calvin”

she hugged the somewhat disordered figure, crying a bit more. She had thought..she’d thought he was dead.

She shook, but. Something felt..off. She wasn’t sure what it was, until they spoke.

“I’d say that im sorry, but..that wouldn’t be entirely true.”

The women was stunned to hear a voice that wasn’t her beloved. It wasn’t..was it?

“Oliv-“

Splat.

…

There was a thud. A loud one, too. The hardwood was being flooded in pools of red liquid. It spread everywhere. Her Pearl white nightgown was now an ugly red. Then, another splat is heard. Followed by another, and another, and another. Blood was practically gushing from her entire body.

Olive did a final stomp on their mothers head, causing it to bleed a bit more. They wipe the blood off their face, Once again putting their weapon away. I guess it was a murder weapon now, huh? Oh how the tables have turned..

Oh how the tables have turned..indeed.

the door to the bedroom creaks, letting a small bit of light to squeeze in. There’s a tiny bit of breathing to go with it. Olive was facing the opposite direction, but they knew damn well who it was.

Which is the whole reason they did this whole mess.

“Mama? Are you awake, too?”

A small voice called out, making its way inside the room. Adi walked over to what remained of her mother, kneeling down to look at her. Olive moved, wanting to watch this flame burn. Like a fire in the forest, it escalated quickly.

“Mom? Are you awake?” She repeated, staring at her mothers lifeless eyes. Something felt warm. And a bit..wet? She removed one of her hands, to see that-..

..it was drenched in blood.

Her whole body tensed up, as she shook uncontrollably. She somehow managed to dropper her mothers head, despite being frozen in terror. Her eyes swelled with tears, and with every blink started a new race of Which would fall first. She didn’t know what to do. She was only 9 years old, after all. This would cause a LOT of emotional trauma in the future..

Olive stood over and watched with a sinister grin. Gathering up some uncalled for and twisted things to say.

“Must hurt, hm?”

They say, leaning on a near-by wall.

“Seeing The people you look up to, just..bail. After all you’ve done to prove your worth something.”

They slowly walk back over to their little sister, lowering down to her level.

They watch in satisfaction as her tears continuously gushed from her eyes. They could see the complete and utter horror darting around on her face.

“but, hey. You haven’t lost everything.”

They close in, moving a strand of her hair so they could get the message across clearly.

“there’s always the orphanage~”

With a devilish smile, Olive stood up. They yoinked the knife out of their pocket and slid it towards the door. They slip out the window, as a final scream of terror is heard.

As much as that knife worked, it wasn’t really what they were looking for. No, no, no. They wanted something more..

destructive.

((ANDDDD HERES SOME TAGS TO TRAUMATIZE YOU GUYS AS WELL<333))

@ask-sora-aguilar @baileythebean @thesmokerblogs @rebootgrimm @thesilliestofallqueers

@vv4loe @ask-jasper-cameron @sunshineoframshackle

YAAAAYYY…

[ghost-bxrd]

Let’s amp up the “Jason says ow and the batfam thinks he must be gravely injured” headcanon.

Jason calls Bruce or Dick for fun and says nothing but “goodbye” before hanging up (maybe it’s a dare by Roy who TOTALLY suspects the reaction Jay is gonna get).

Ten minutes late the entire Justice League is scouring Gotham, on the hunt for Jason.

[rosalie-starfall]

The Not Ready For Prime Time Players

Saturday Night / Saturday Night Live October 11th 1975

[daredevil-vagabond]

AND IF YOU DONT LOVE ME NOW // YOU WILL NEVER LOVE ME AGAIN

- THE CHAIN FLEETWOOD MAC

Mantis Dick Grayson.

[flowerofthemoonworld]

Culinary Crucible ✨

Thanks @alchemivich for the visuals 😊

[legendoflozer]

Legend and Sky as a duo is so funny to me!!

Red to the last pic

[gazkamurocho]

"Haven't you heard about them, Kiryu? They're the 'Jima brothers'. They're new at the school and are gaining a bad reputation." [...] "You better watch your ass, kyoudai. That eyepatch kid stares at you like an animal. He's probably gonna come after you next" "Heh, really? I wanna see him try."

Part 2

[swan2swan]

This line is one of my Absolute Favorites from this show, because it really digs right into the new world that the kids are in:

They're not kids anymore.

There's a furious man threatening harm to Bumpy and her friends, and Sammy puts herself square in the middle of the argument, turns on the charm and promises that she'll make it up to him...and when he doesn't acquiesce, she immediately turns Stern. She bluntly tells him to go home. As an adult talking to another adult.

She has her own property. Her own life. Her own world. She has authority now. The days where they're kids hiding from robots or businessmen or sneaking away from big game hunters and mercenaries are over. Sammy has land, she has responsibilities, and she's not backing down from them. Sammy Gutierrez is an adult woman, and she's going to act like one.

[mrsrookhunt]

*Yuu, at midnight*: Man, I'm having a snack attack.

*Rook, bounding up to the door with a rabbit*:

I have

I have a t t a c k e d a s n a c k

Yuu: ...not again--

[shadowhaert]

TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT

Day 28: favorite final girl(s)

[kirk]

FEELING NORMAL ABOUT THE SHIRT HE'S WEARING

[rosalie-starfall]

Saturday Night - 2024

October 11th 1975

Gilda: "You get to be the hot one." Laraine: "Jane's the hot one." Jane: "I'm the mom... The still fuckable mom."

[arthuntblog]

Gabriel Orozco [Mexico] (b 1962) ~ 'Black Kites', 1997. Human skull and graphite (22 x 15 cm).

[future-dregs]

Having Sam be the way he was in It's A Terrible Life was wild. Like, he was right, but you can imagine propositioning your casual coworker to abandon their life and job to sleep out of motel rooms with you, because you've been having dreams about him and now you know that ghosts are real?

A man you have barely ever talked to, by the way. But now you're saying come live hand to mouth with me, in each other's back pockets, "details" like food and money don't mean anything to me because I'm just that drawn to you and I'm ready to upend my whole worldview and identity because of it?

[fangsandfeels]

Something I noticed in the post-bite dialogues

It's interesting how the option to tell Astarion that you don't mind him feeding on you if you give your permission first not only gives no approval, but Astarion also sounds so...fake in his enthusiasm. He isn't surprised, relieved, or intrigued. He is almost condescending. Ah yes, of coooourse. He is as insincere as when he was lying through his teeth about "the spirit of cooperation and mutual trust" when the group gathered to react to his vampire reveal.

Meanwhile agreeing with him on his "no innocents, enemies only" stance dons +5 approval, and he is actually pleased. Good talk.

I think, this difference in response is based on the real reason why he decided to taste Tav's blood in the first place. As we know, it wasn't hunger. It was testing his limits and checking whether he was truly free from Cazador's influence. So, he doesn't really need to feed from Tav anymore - he got his answer. It was the only thing he was after, and he is truly grateful Tav let him have it. He also had time to think his feeding policy through ("No innocents. You have my word.") because he anticipated Tav asking him about his new feeding habits. If Tav has no objections, Astarion is actually happy about it. He is accepted without prejudice and well...relieved it all went rather smoothly.

But if Tav says he can have their blood when they give their permission leaves him (at least initially) unimpressed and even rubs him the wrong way as he still revels in not needing permission to drink the blood of thinking creatures. Of course, Tav doesn't know that. They're just either being too kind for their own good (who would willingly endure the feeling of their life force seeping away and waking up with a sore neck every morning?) or they're actually a little freak, and they liked it. Astarion isn't exactly humored by the latter (as we see from Araj, he isn't happy about people romanticizing his vampiric side), but he can use that fetish to his advantage. Also, a free and willing meal isn't something he would refuse. That also explains his almost flirty responses whenever Tav tells him "You can feed on me tonight". He found his seduction angle and he is going for it.

[moghedien]

you know the Wondergirls' Motto: Kidnap or Be Kidnapped. Concuss or Be Concussed.