#Angry Grandma

[crossdresserica]

😂

[itsreaditandwow2]

You better "IHOP" your ass out of here.

Judy Jennings (Angry Grandma)

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

GRANDMA STUCK IN CORN MAZE!

[colection-of-chaos]

Whumptober 2024 Day 10: blow to the head; „I can‘t think straight.“

Note

This is the second part of the story I published on the 7th. It will make a good bit more sense if you read that one. You don't have to, but it makes an impact on your reading experience.

TW: mass murder, torture, abuse of children

Grandmother's Fury

To Dana’s utter surprise, the marked was full of people. Not that marketplaces were ever actually deserted, but there was an unusually big crowed gathered there, especially for a day when no marked was taking place.

What did take place though, and made anger as well as nauseating sorrow coil in her stomach, was seemed to be an execution. 

It wasn’t any execution, it was a witch burning. One of several witches at that, if the three piles of wood neatly stacked around three Stake, was anything to go by,

The pyres were raised over the crowed, so that everyone would be able to see the poor sods that would end up screaming of pain, while slowly being burned alive or chocking to death on the smock of the fires, Dana really hoped the later would be the case, it would be the kinder way to die, still not nearly kind, but better than suffering burns until their flesh started to peal of their bones. 

Dana really wanted to leave, didn’t want to watch these people die for the crime of being like her, especially when it wasn’t a given for them to be. She also still had to get the information, she had come to the marked for in the first place. The necessity  of getting the information to save her, or what was left of the part of her family, that lived in this city was greater than the need to run, and maybe through up somewhere. 

Then the doors of the courthouse opened and the ones convicted of witchcraft were dragged out. 

For a second, the time seemed to stay still. There was only Dana and the devastating few of her grandchildren and their parent getting dragged out, only in something best described as torn and bloody potato sacks. All of them showed signs of the torture that they must have endured.

Now the anger about all this, about the people that didn’t care about the cruelty of this performance, started burning her from the inside. They acted as if this was just some theater, few even acted like this was just a boring announcement, not the killing of children and their parent. 

Dana wanted to scream. Fury was burning in her veins. But also a power she hadn’t touched in years, one that was like a wildfire. It was a part of the power she had, that she hadn’t used for anything more than simple healing potions, in a very long time. This angry flood, ready to break the dam of self restrain Dana had built over years. 

She watched in ire how parts of her family were dragged to the pire, fighting that sweet melody of ruin that was tempting her. She couldn’t give in, it would just make it worse for so many others. If a witch were to kill a whole marked full of people. 

All of these people would have it coming, though. They would deserve to die in the same way that they had gleefully watched so many innocent people die. The same way, they were ready to watch Dana’s child and gradchildren die right now.

Who could falt her, if she just let the power, she had shown restrain with for so long, loose on these disgraceful people. She would only be saving her family. 

There was hardly a good reason not to use what she had at her disposal if it meant she could save her family. 

Even if that meant giving the man that said this was necessary, the burnings, one more thing they could point at. One more example for why witches were evil. 

Dana couldn’t hold on. She was too angry.

These people deserved to feel all of her wrath. 

She stopped trying to keep the dam, stopping the power in her, from braking. 

It felt so good to let loose. To give in to all the anger, to all that pain. To finally fight back again. 

Dana hardly felt how she lifted from the ground, heard her own mad scream only from a far. 

She felt the tears running down her cheek though, she felt the pain and anger flowing though her too, mixing with that burning power. 

She felt so much like herself. Everything felt so easy.

Dana reached for the people around her. Felt like she occupied not only her but also their bodies, she smiled. 

It was so easy to concentrate on the man,  that still had their clutches on her family. As much as Dana wanted to see them burn, she would, have to get rid of them, before she made the rest of them pay, if she didn’t her loved ones would get in hams way. 

That didn’t mean that she would let them get off easily. 

Their finger bones were the first thing that broke, shattered like the ones of her middle grandchild, like someone that had been assaulted with thumbscrews. Next she desolated their shoulders like they had been pulled up on their on the back bound wrists like she could feel her child's shoulders had been. Before she made them feel the same pain her youngest grandchild had felt when they had whipped him. Lastly, she broke their face bones like they had done to her oldest grand child though pulling ropes closer and closer, slowly painfully scattering the bone. Just that she ensured that not only their bones broke but their whole heads were nothing more than a bloody mush. 

She looked at her family, now raised over the crowed, she got the first good look on them. They seemed so tired, so in pain. The cruel smile on her faice was replaced by the pained one of a grandmother seeing her family suffer.

 “Leave I will catch up with you. I don’t want you to see what happens next.” her voice was filled with care and anger to the same extent. 

They had seen to much of the cruelty, she was capable of, already. With a flick of her had and a whispered spell, she forced the bindings on her family open. 

“Leave and find one of your siblings.” That was the last thing she said to Mirren before her child grab onto their offspring and left. 

It had taken them until the blood of their captors colored Mirren’s face to get enough grip on the situation, to heed their Mother’s order and run, no more a faced paced limp of the marked with their children, a vague idea of what their parent was about to do.

Dana ensured that none would be able to leave the place, waiting for her family to turn around a corner, before continuing with her revenge. 

“Aren’t you ashamed of your self?! Letting innocent people die? What have witches done to you? Haven’t we cured you and yours children of illnesses? Haven’t we been there to make sure your wives and your new bore would survive the birth?” Now there no worry left, her family is save. Or as safe as she was able to ensure right now. 

There is only anger. Fury even. 

“How can you watch people burn and not riot? How cane you listen to the scream of the dying without even stopping in your daily routine!? Don’t you understand their pain?”

Dana makes sure she found everyone's live core before she continues. 

“I fear I have to show you than!”

That is when every last person on the marketplace starts to burn. Dana had set their essence on fire.

Not their clothes, nothing had cough fire, no suddenly everyone's skin was cover in flames. Slowly burning trough. Flesh started splitting it open, pealing of bone. 

She wouldn’t grant them the death of suffucation they had to feel the agony of all the people These people had watched so many burn, so in their last moments they should understand. 

Dana wanted to cry. She should probably be happy about her victory. 

Yet she wasn't. There was no good in the agony of others. Nothing sweet in the mortifying screams, of the people burning to death on the cobblestone ground. 

She felt no satisfaction about her work, while watching hundreds of people slowly falling apart under the ambush of flames. 

There wasn’t even any kind of piece. Only anger and grieve for the ones lost, to the short short-sightedness, the cruelty of the masses.

Her act of revenge would chance nothing, she knew that. But it felt like something that had to be done, despite the hurt she felt, over having to do it. I wasn’t any kind of pity that made her feel that way, it was just work that reminded her, of how dangerous she could be, if she didn’t hold on to all her pain.

Note

I still have only vague to no understanding of how witchcraft works.

But I actually mentioned some of the methods used during witch trials, while blandly ignoring that burning on the pyre was more of an exception to the rule.

Hope this has been a story worth reading, anyways.

[soosoosoup]

even more critters: broz

[itsokblr]

A little late But i love them so much…….

They are family

Also some skisses of the grandma

[u3pxx]

book gomens doodles from last night. sorry i have a disease called 'i cant stop drawing book gomens' wherein i cannot stop drawing book gomens

i keep futzing around with what i want book!zira to wear bc i really like the show costuming but also i want him to have smth a lil different, a lil kooky asksksk <3

[hanafubukki]

The Hero of a Fairy Tale

Thinking about how, right after Lilia gets his UM, he goes to Malleus.

He calls him a good boy for living so long despite the odds and how he has hope that he will find new clues to hatch him with his UM

And then he takes a break with the egg.

Then we see a scene where Lilia talks about how humans are adapting and the fae might one day become a fairy tale.

And he tells Malleus that he doesn’t want Malleus to become the hero of a fairy tale.

He tells him to hurry up and get out of the egg and how he wants to show him so many things.

How he’ll read to him and change his diapers.

(How much he loves Malleus please 🥹😭)

And then you know what Malleus Draconia does?

(Well, you know besides almost dying and then hatching)

Malleus Draconia: “I’ll make you the hero of your fairy tale.”

*internal screaming*

Just, these words?? The fact that something like this?? He remembers even from his time as a egg??

Please, this father and son ahhh 😭😭

[revitalizationrat]

[beastsovrevelation]

Right, then. The sick part of my brain is terrorizing me once more, and taking an idea from it is like taking a bone from an angry rottweiler.

Who wants a fucked up Michael Langdon x Reader oneshot?.. I really do not feel like making a yet another OC, and adding a yet enother epic to my endless list.

[vulturereyy]

In The Interest of Full Disclosure (I Will Give My Life For You)

[itsreaditandwow2]

*coughing* Dumbass! *coughing* Hell no! Do you understand?! 'Cause I will find your ass! That was a fart? You accidentally shit on yourself? *coughing* Angry Grandma! Yes, I am.

Judy Jennings (Angry Grandma)

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

OH F**K NO!

[v--nus]

if we have the father, mother and baby prime assets... does this mean pets and grandparents are off the table orrrr..?

[somnas-writes]

Magnus being Vanirspawn while also being the most rage filled teen Ever is so funny

[kaidabakugou]

the new girl at one of my favorite bakeries called me pretty this morning and it literally melted all my stress away 🥺