#Aw man bloodmoon :(

[garbagechocolate]

Sometimes I just need these affirmation posts to remind me that I'm not going to lose everything in a matter of days. It comforts me a little to be reminded what friends are supposed to do. Past experiences have been horrible but I think, for the most part, I'm surrounded by people who care, and are willing to talk things out.

Unlike a certain SOMEONE who suddenly BLOCKED me after I thought we MADE UP?! AND APPRENTLY BROKE UP WITH THE ENTIRE FRIEND GROUP. WHAT.

Anyway ermmmm how to contribute to this conversation

Have difficult talks with your friends. Set your boundaries and when crossed, discuss those boundaries. If you never tell your friends what early rough patches come up, you'll never be able to fix anything once it snowballs. Of course, you can keep things private, they aren't your closest connection, after all. But if it's something that's actively hindering their/your ability to have fun with each other, it's probably best to loosen up.

This applies to adult and minor friendships too btw- yeah a adult is supposed to be responsible but for the most part (depending on the age gap) don't patronize your minor friends. It makes them feel small and irrelevant.

the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.

[h-didanart]

Attempt 2, ahem

I am gonna give Sun comfort, one way or another, so

Disclaimer- I still haven’t watched any of the episodes, so stuff might be wrong

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How dare you call yourself brother?

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The Celestial’s household was within their line of sight.

Bloodmoon felt their eye twitch as they stalked towards the home.

Prior to this they had been practically glued to their phone, nervously waiting for Sol to do anything really. He had sent them an odd and panicked message which they had answered with various texts in rapid succession, none of which went through.

To say they had been worried would’ve been an understatement.

So the second they saw their texts go through and Solar start to type back, they were very relieved, thing that did not last long as Sol explained what had happened.

Him and the Celestial twins had been taken and put in a situation reminiscent to a horror movie, a choice of who lived and who died.

The Moon or That Guy.

And the Sun had the final say.

To them the answer would’ve been simple, but even they realized how truly awful that situation was for the sunny bot, as terrible as he was the Moon was his twin, and as awful as they���d gotten Nexus was his brother.

Still, the results did not shock them. Nexus died.

The details weren’t shared but however it happened they knew it loomed heavily over Sun’s head.

Though even knowing that, they wouldn’t have imagined themselves doing what they were doing right now.

They checked their phone again. Second floor, multiple windows.

Perfect

Bloodmoon turned back to the house, circling it until they spotted a blur of orange in one of the upper windows. They climbed up to the window, knocking gently on the glass as to not startle the room’s inhabitants with their entrance.

Solar turned to them, he would’ve probably had an annoyed or confused expression had they appeared like this any other time, but he just looked at them with exhaustion in his eyes. He unlocked the window, letting them into the house silently, silence they reciprocated as they spotted the yellow figure curled up on the bed.

It was a pathetic sight, the Sun-Man curled up into a ball, sniffling every now and then, clearly having been crying for a while. Something in their gut twisted as they watched him.

They turned to Solar, watching as he too observed the other bot.

“Where the hell is his other?”

They hadn’t meant to say that as harshly as they did, Sol flinched slightly and Sun sniffled more.

“He said he isn’t good with emotions and left to be in his lab”

They stared at Solar. There was anger in his eyes but also resignation, as if this had been an expected reaction.

They tightened their hands into fists, trying to keep their voice somewhat civil.

“What the fuck kind of excuse is that?”

Solar sighed, a hand on his face, and a slight shrug to his shoulders.

They knew Moon was awful, through their various expeditions to the idiot’s channel they had learned that much. But this level of awfulness was astounding.

He had insulted his brother, harmed him, hurt him, and now he was ignoring his clearly unwell state, what, because he didn’t know how to emotion? Such vileness, such cruelty, was one that should never be shown to those you claim to love.

They knew that. Why didn’t he?!

How come they felt more responsible over Sun’s feelings than Sun’s brother— Sun’s twin?!

They glared at the floor.

They had an idea. A terrible, impulsive, stupid, out of the blue, very idiotic idea. But an idea nevertheless.

Because it seemed like no one but Solar would bother to care for Sun. And the feelings in their gut were screaming at them to do something.

So, with care, they picked Sun up, slinging him over their shoulder, and turned to Solar so he could guide them outside.

Solar stared at them. Bloodmoon stared back.

Their intentions seemed to dawn on him soon enough, him looking reluctant but giving them directions in the end.

And so they walked off towards the house’s exit.

“Bloodmoon why are you in our house?”

Shit

They did not turn to face the bot who addressed them, they knew they couldn’t face him so soon.

“Why are you? Weren’t you busy in your lab or something?”

They tried and failed not to snarl. Sun tensed up on their grasp, they tried petting his back to calm him down.

“I forgot some tools, why are you carrying my brother like that?”

They scoffed. Brother. Yeah sure.

“Why do you care? You have the gall to ignore his cries but not him being taken to be treated better?”

Moon growled.

“You are not taking my brother anywhere”

They rolled their eyes.

“We are”

“How about,” Solar interrupted, “I go with them and—“

“No!” Moon yelled, all three of them flinching at his tone.

“I am not letting the serial killer take my brother, not even if you promise to keep them leashed and docile!”

They grumbled to themselves at the other bot’s word usage.

“Just for a few hours?” Solar tried to appease the lunar bot, Bloodmoon slowly inching closer to the stairs.

“Well, it’s not like he’s doing much anyways,” a different voice, Lunar’s, said.

“And why are you on their side?!”

They got closer to the stairs.

“I’m not, but I’m also not against them”

Closer.

“You’re fine with Bloodmoon being around Sun?! When Sun is like that?”

Oh so now you care?!

Let’s keep the sass to ourselves, we can’t fuck this up more

They descended the stairs, trying to walk quietly to the door.

“If there’s a single scratch on him I’ll tear you apart,” the Moon snarled at them.

They scowled, reaching for the door. The urge to scream back at the asshole was great, but they knew better, Sun was still in their arms, and he was probably listening in to this all.

They sighed, mumbling quietly to themselves as they walked out the door, Solar following close behind.

[killerrobot-killingmatch]

Bloodmoon propaganda, because he's my favorite little gremlin man:

1) He killed an entire town's worth of people by himself, in probably less than a week

2) He was literally programmed to kill, and his bloodlust is insatiable. It's to the point where he even consumes the blood of the people he kills

3) He kills indiscriminately. Age, gender, wealth, societal status, all of it means nothing to him

4) He murdered his own adoptive father figure, who, up until that point, had only ever been kind to him and tried guiding him onto a better path in life

5) He broke someone's arm and took one of their eyes out of spite. This person, at one point, wanted to call him their brother

6) He killed a dude who looked similar to his creator, then when he found out that it wasn't actually his creator, he confronted the actual creator and nearly beat him to death

7) He feels literally no remorse for any of the awful things he does, and he even laughs and jokes about it. One of his favorite things to do in his free time is plot and scheme ways to kill people

8) He's attempted to kill the guy who took him in about 4 times, and it hadn't even been a full week yet

Go Bloodmoon!

[cosmic-kinglet]

Man, Sun needs to go out onto that beach and have a nice scream. Just...push EVERYTHING out! Like, my gosh, I'm feeling stressed FOR him!! And, while I'm still feeling a lot of anticipation for Dazzle telling Sun their 'secret', that is NOT something he needs added onto the pile of awful things that he has right now.

I will say...I cannot WAIT to see how Moon reacts when he gets to that labyrinth and finds that Bloodmoon is already dead (cause I'm VERY sure that Monty isn't going to get to Earth before she kills Bloodmoon). But, that also makes me worried. Like, I'd LOVE if Earth and Monty are already gone by the time Moon gets there, and he just sees Bloodmoon dead on the ground and is just STUNNED! I then just imagine Ruin coming over some speaker and being like, "Oh, yes, you JUST missed your chance at him! Too bad!" But, if Moon learns that it was EARTH who killed Bloodmoon...PHEWF!! He might ACTUALLY explode in anger!

While it still hurts, at THIS point, I'm choosing to think about Moon the way I would think about an antagonist. If HE'S going to fully accept the "bad guy" role, then that's how I'm going to think of him. ESPECIALLY with his "being the bad guy isn't so bad" thing! Like, okay, cool. You're the villain now. Great. I'll just keep having a good time screaming over the past villain who's currently working toward redemption! Even as a villain, I liked him more anyway. (Yes. I'm petty and also angry. I'm kinda just letting out frustration tbh.)

I AM going to consider a future event to makes myself feel better. So, Earth killing Bloodmoon...she's probably going to go down a bit of a spiral (probably not a huge one, but just kind of question herself). At some point, Eclipse will show up (with him likely dying, I feel like he might try and spend more time with Earth when he can), and Earth will tell him what happened and just generally express how she's feeling about it. For any of her doubts, Eclipse would probably just be like "Look. What YOU did was for the purpose of defending yourself and Monty. Bloodmoon was actively ripping them apart. You took action. That's not evil."

It very well might not happen, but thinking about those two becoming closer makes me happy. So, that's what I'm choosing to think about right now.

[baa-whatever]

Looking back at my comic of Bloodmoon blown up by Ruin...

Man. it sure would be awful if it ended up the other way around but if Ruin made Bloodmoon blow up Sunny or something.

He's been awfully quiet for a while.

I mean he can make Bloodmoon stop in place, so would they be able to make them fight?

[cardworksartblog]

@threedeliciousflavors i saw ur tags on the Cannibal post!! I'd be glad to explain the theoretical mega rabies mechanics ive thought up >:3c!!!

I theorized that it'd be akin to the Spearmaster's handicap when gaining food pips, where you need to spear something while it's still alive.

So, I thought that Cannibal's handicap to balance higher damage and ability to be generally more stealthy than other slugcats, would have her get a random amount of red food pips every cycle. They'd range from 1 red pip to 4 red pips, with Canni's max belly being around 8 pips (3 of those being extra belly space). These red pips could ONLY be filled by killing and consuming either a scav, or another slugcat/slugpup (which would spawn way more commonly in Canni's campaign).

The longer you'd go in a Cannibal campaign, the more likely it'd be for you to get a 'Bloodmoon Cycle', a cycle where ALL your pips are red and the screen gains a dark red tint, forcing you to commit a massacre of the highest violation of geneva conventions in order to hibernate again.

Every time you'd get a Bloodmoon Cycle, the possibility of it happening would be set back to the lowest chance and locked there for a few cycles to prevent ppl from getting Awful Luck and getting like 4 bloodmoons in a row.

Cannibal would also have trouble focusing in on prey enough to stalk properly due to her Mega Rabies, forcing you to go for a head-on one-man assault on a toll or against another gang of stray slugcats since the stealth simply wouldn't work- she'd be just as stealthy as every other slugcat on a Bloodmoon Cycle.

I hope u enjoy the (purely hypothetical) Mega Rabies mechanics!!! I'm not a game designer or programmer so take it w a grain of salt, but I tried to make it sound as balanced as possible in theory at very least. Also I think hunter's post final-cycle Super Cancer screen effects r really cool and took inspo from those for the bloodmoon cycles effects.

[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

Hello! ^^

Wanted to ask what will the blood lust!ds meme squad react to a kid just being in the forest and when capture instead of being scared they are looking at them in awe. And once asked why did they come here they say they were originally with horror! Dreamswap (horror squad) and got randomly teleported here! The kid doesn't show any sign of fear but their mostly looking at cross with starry eyes.

man they'd be freaked the fuck out. if there's one thing they don't know how to deal with, it's children. bloodmoon would probably accidentally throw the kid out a window if it started crying. arachnid is probably the best out of the 3 so she'd try her best.

[h-didanart]

- yes

And he keeps bloodmoon while they are gone bloodmoon mostly hides from him and also this is how stichwrath meets bloodmoon

(Sorry for forgetting to respond to this)

Aw man :(

Poor baby, hiding in the destroyed Daycare, the people they were probably closest to no where to be found, it must be scary for him :(

Will Stitchwraith be concerned for Bloodmoon or will they not care?

(And don’t worry, it happens sometimes :P)

[chikkou]

What are your favourite (And least favourite) Lisa songs?

VERY fucking big question... im gonna have to divvy it up by game cause otherwise i wont be able to break it down LMAO

lisa the first:

favorites:

bile (literally THE lisa song. i always think of it)

fuck it (my absolute definition of what giving up feels like)

remember (the dread and anticipation here... phenomenal)

hate (this song is just foul. absolute blood-red color)

love (i cant even describe the emotions this song produces)

creepy sax (ripped almost straight from mother 3 and i fuckin LOVE it)

least favorites: literally none. i love them all. if i had to pick a song gun to my head it would be manipulate, but thats with me desperately grasping at straws LMAO

lisa the painful:

favorites:

horse sh!t (100% my favorite. its just awful and i love it)

summer love (literally cannot imagine the game without this song)

super working stiff (i cannot explain myself. i am sorry)

shardys shanty (my absolute favorite "normal" song on the ost. the horns really kill me)

war season (i used to not like this one but man it fucking gets you)

i am satan (this song fucking LAUGHS at you?? genius)

air raid (i just love that it sounds exactly like what it is LMAO)

bloodmoon rising (this song is just fucking phenomenal. if i could remove everything abt the blood tribe but keep this song i would)

forever turbo heat dance (i wrestled with whether to put this one or work harder... but i just think this one is too legendary)

childs call (i love every variant of this, but childs call is my favorite... the simplicity really gets to you man)

least favorites:

working stiff (NOT super working stiff. i just dont like this version)

the majority of the wrestling intros would go here for me, but ill give particular attention to cinder sluggan. thats all i can dredge up. i just really hate it LMAO

lisa the joyful:

favorites:

666 kill chop deluxe (yes really. no i will not apologize)

bbb (i love how sorrowful this one makes u feel, both for the tragedy thats already happened and the one thats about to happen)

brokentooth march (this song is full of power & defiance.. LOVE her)

mouth wide open (this song wins out cause of that FLUTE)

boogie from beyond (this is definitely what a club song sounds like in the afterlife)

hes my dad (bro this shit had me sobbing my fucking eyes out)

creep on her (this song is that perfect mix of terrifying and danceable that austin does best)

voices hum (voices is also fantastic but i think this one is more evocative for me)

homeland hussle (the first time i heard this i ended up listening to it like 15 times on loop. cant even pretend)

roll the dice (fuck this song makes me feel some type of way)

least favorites:

genuinely, none of them. i think the joyfuls soundtrack has such solid crafting that even the songs i didnt add here are still FANTASTIC for what they do and the purpose they were meant for. i cant say that any of the songs didnt speak to me or didnt sound right. if i have to try rly hard to pick one i guess itd be wrongside, but again i genuinely like that song so thatd be a lie LMAO

of all the games, my absolute favorite song from each is probably fuck it (the first), horse sh!t (the painful), and 666 kill chop (the joyful)

[h-didanart]

*cracks knuckles*

‘What if?’ By Lilk2lu, a very mixed bag of potential outcomes to different points in the show

‘For what is love if not love… persevering’ by SinclairMaxwell, sad piece on Jack going through grief after Solar’s death

‘Long live the king’ by FauxyBuisness, the Star goes off and Sun is left on a reset world alone, he creates a new world and is hailed as the king, but all the power in the world doesn’t fill the void left in his soul

‘My secret little apprentice(s)’ by glitchcantotallywrite, a divergence to how the second takeover could’ve gone, aka, Bloodmoon redemption arc

‘Brothers..?’ By Ari_The_Artist, Jigsaw being absolutely awful man’s manipulative towards Bloodmoon during October

‘You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before (So you’ll be fine)’ by BoiledOrgans, a different take on Jigsaw and Bloodmoon’s relationship, Jigsaw is really not doing good mentally

‘Bloody Horizon’ by Chocolixie, Sun, Moon, Eclipse, and Lunar get stuck in a post apocalyptic dimension. Absolute masterpiece, very highly recommend

‘Dark clouds’ by Ikami_Igami, currently reading this one, it’s about Sun at various points in the show, he is not having a good time

‘Forgotten but not gone’ by Smol40, Eclipse II gets the Star but instead of making Sun and Moon’s lives hell he does something… different

‘What you say and what you do Are those things really you?’ By Red_Ferret, Eclipse hates Bloodmoon but can’t do much about them because of KillCode and his favoritism, so instead he decides to orchestrate a little something to deal with them… to say he regretted that would be an understatement. Very very very very recommended, it’s amazing, absolutely spectacular

‘Would you like to play a game?’, ‘That dam Tails plushie’, ‘Ghost of you’, and ‘This is your new home’ all by snowezrogers, 3/4 are Bloodmoon angst centered around them being betrayed and hurt very badly, the other also starts like that but also has KC (be careful with that last one tho)

‘Don’t kill yourself’ by AvgClownEnthusiast1209, Moon(current Nexus) finds the video where Sun said he sometimes wished he was dead, he confronts Sun about it

‘Love of a father is all that’s needed’ by Stutter7707, Jigsaw is awful, Bloodmoon is hurt, KC wants to help

‘Loosing something that you didn’t realized you already had’ by Error_Dark, a short read, Ruin kills one of the blood twins

‘Where love lived first’ by SinclairMaxwell, Bloodmoon Original is dealing with the loss of his twin, he’s… doing very badly, but he’s found by someone, and that someone understands the pain he’s going through

‘The brothers with the same name (TBWTSN)’ and ‘Half a Bloodmoon is called imperfect’ by CrypticLolbit, Bloodmoon learning about the world and surviving, and Bloodmoon suffering after Adaptation’s death

And last but not least, ‘Nothing to lose’ by F1zzyFaz, short read, Bloodmoon making plans for revenge after his brother’s death

Sorry about the excess in Bloodmoon, they kinda occupy 20% of my brain rn

Does anyone have any good angsty TSAMS fanfic?Really wanna read smth rn

[crescent-quill-writings]

When Raindrops Fall on Moonlit Roses: Turning (3/3)

Part 1    Part 2

Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda

Words: 3930

Relationship: Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson

Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Strangers to Lovers, Thunderstorms, Panic Attacks, Astraphobia, Thanatophobia, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Intimacy, Vampire Bites

Summary: It’s a cold and stormy night and poor Alexander Hamilton is caught out in the rain trying to make his way home from the next town over. Better yet, he’s gotten himself lost in the woods by trying to take a short cut home and now the sun is sinking below the horizon. It feels like all hope is lost until Alexander comes across an old manor with candlelight in its window. With nowhere else to turn, he knocks on the door.

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It had been almost a week since Alexander had discovered Thomas' secret and his subsequent escape attempt. It was still raining, but the sky had turned from the ominous dark greys of a thunderstorm to the softer shades of calmer rainfall.

He had come to appreciate the pattern they'd fallen into since their arrangement had begun. He'd wake up in the late morning or early afternoon in his periwinkle room, slip out of bed and open the curtains to let some light in before he'd find a bundle of new clothes and a good morning note on top of the dresser.

Alexander picked up this morning's message, rubbing his thumb over the paper as he found himself admiring how elegant his name looked in the Count's handwriting before he unfolded it and read:

Goodmorning Alexander,

I hope you had a good rest and you've been enjoying your time here so far. I believe that the weather has finally started taking a turn for the better and we'll have clear skies soon. If the weather is nice tonight I'd like to show you something. I've left breakfast on the stove for you again, it's oatmeal; the same kind as your first day here. As always, I'll see you again after sunset, my darling.

Yours, Thomas Jefferson

He smiled at the note, a light pink dusting his cheeks from the pet name as he took the slip of paper and tucked it in the drawer of his nightstand. He had made a habit of keeping all the notes Thomas had written to him. Some had poems, others contained compliments about little details he had noticed while spending time with him, and others were simpler like today. Still, they always wished him a good morning, they always told him what was for breakfast, and they always made him smile.

"I wonder what he wants to show me... Maybe he'll let me read those other tomes?" Alexander mused to himself as he closes the drawer and crosses the room to change into his new outfit.

This time he had been left a pearly silk button-up shirt, a pair of coffee coloured dress pants, and an emerald green satin suit vest. It seemed Thomas had gotten a better understanding of his guest's taste in fashion but he still liked to show off a little.

Alexander rolled his eyes at the clothes, his expression playful and almost amused as he got changed. Thomas may have been an ancient and powerful creature of the night, but he was still predictable in his extravagance.

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Alexander made his way straight to the mahogany doors of the library after breakfast, having learnt the way after spending a few days wandering the seemingly endless halls of the manor and mapping as much of the space in his mind as he could remember.

Even though he'd never admit it aloud, the house was a work of art in itself.

He would admit, though, that Thomas' library was absolutely amazing. It might take him a few years, or even his whole life, but he wanted nothing more than to be able to read every last book on those shelves. So, he gathered together a stack almost as tall as he was before taking his place by the fainting couch and beginning to read.

Alexander had gotten through a couple of novels before he heard the creak of mahogany doors opening again.

"Why you insist on sitting on the floor when there's plenty of chairs, I'll never understand..."

"Hello to you too, Thomas."

The Count's tone was amused, and he greeted Alexander with a smile even as he shook his head at his behaviour. He paused for a moment, picking up the few books his guest had already finished and eyeing the taller stack with a raised eyebrow.

"Ambitious today, are we? You've picked some of my favourites too... I might just have to help you finish these off." He commented, smirking as he saw his guest roll his eyes in response before he went to put return the finished books to their shelves.

When Thomas returned a moment later he thumbed through the stack of books before he picked one, turning it over in his hands as he contemplated the choice before taking a seat on the couch.

Alexander couldn't help but smile as he turned the page and listened to the shifting of fabrics as his host moved to lounge back on the couch. He leaned his head back against the cushion so Thomas could begin to absentmindedly run his fingers in his hair as they read in comfortable silence.

This was why he always insisted on sitting on the floor. Thomas was tall and took up nearly the whole couch with how he liked to sit, and the armchairs were too far away for them to be as close as he wanted. Here, on the floor, Alexander got to enjoy both a good book and his host's gentle caress. He wasn't sure when they had come upon this little seating arrangement, but he didn't want it to be any other way.

They spent a few hours in comfortable silence, simply reading and relishing in each other's company.

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The pair had gotten about halfway through the stack before Thomas' hand suddenly stilled and he sat up, closing his book. Alexander frowned at the loss of contact, but he too put his book aside and turned to his host to see what had taken his attention away.

"I think it stopped, I don't hear the rain anymore." The Count murmured, gaze flickering between different places on the stained-glass skylight as he watched and listened for signs of rain.

Alexander listened too, only to be met with complete silence.

"Yeah, I guess it has..." He added before Thomas began to stand, a smile breaking out across his face.

"Perfect timing then! Come, there is something I want to show you." He stated, taking Alexander's hands in his and pulling him up on to his feet.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm not just going to tell you, darling, that would spoil the surprise." The Count replied with a laugh, his smile growing as he watched his guest huff and begin to blush from the pet name.

Alexander let himself be led around by his host, trying and failing to get him to spill the beans as he watched him take a violin from its display case before making their way out of the library.

Thomas remained intent on not spoiling whatever he had planned as he led his guest by the hand, following a path that Alexander hadn't found the time to explore yet. It led them past another dozen rooms before they reached what Alexander would call a sunroom, though he was sure his vampiric host had a different name for it, and then outside into the gardens.

The smooth stone path still shone with rainwater, but the storm itself had finally blown past to reveal the shining stars and the silver sliver of a waning crescent moon. while the sky may have been a pretty sight, it was nothing in comparison to the majesty of the garden.

"Thomas, this is amazing...!" Alexander gasps, stepping out ahead of his host as he takes in the sight before him.

The paths were lined with hundreds, if not thousands of rose bushes in full bloom. The ruby-red blossoms were still dotted with residual raindrops, making them shine like little diamonds amongst the petals.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Thomas begins with a warm glow in his eyes and a soft smile as he watches his carefully cup one of the blooms in his hand, "They're called Bloodmoon Roses since I've bred them to only bloom at night and are just the prettiest shade of red... You won't find them anywhere else." He explains, walking up behind Alexander and placing a hand on the small of his back to guide him further down the path.

"Yeah, they really are..." Alexander replies, voice barely above a whisper in his awe as he leaned into his host's side and allowed himself to be led further down the path.

Thomas began to hum a little tune as they soon arrived at a gazebo in the centre of the gardens, his guest still quiet in his awe of the perfectly beautiful blooms around him.

Alexander couldn't help but gasp as he was sat down on a soft bench and met with another sight.

Thomas stood in front of him, lifted the violin to his chin and began to play, serenading his guest with a waltzing melody that picked up where his humming left off.

The song was beautiful, but the man playing it was simply gorgeous. He was perfectly framed by the arches of the gazebo and looked absolutely radiant amongst the backdrop of the garden.

"Thomas, I... I don't know what to say." Alexander finally spoke as his host sets down the violin, though the song still seemed to echo in the still night air.

"You don't need to say anything, darling, it's all in your eyes," Thomas replies, taking his guest by the hand again and starting to lead in a gentle, swaying waltz.

They stayed like that for a while, Alexander following the steps of the dance the best he could as Thomas held him flush against his chest and looked at him like he was the most beautiful rose of them all.

"The moon will be new tomorrow..." The Count spoke, breaking the silence with the hushed murmur of his voice, "And the roads will dry now that the rain has stopped. I think it's time you made your decision, darling." He adds, slowing his steps as his guest looked up to meet his eye.

Alexander paused, contemplating his host's words even though his heart already knew what his answer would be. He had been searching all his life to be a part of something larger than himself, to find a way to leave his mark on the world before the inevitable end. If he stayed here and became a fledgling vampire under Thomas' wing, he'd have all the time in the world to do the million things he wanted to.

"I don't want to leave you... I want to stay, I want to be yours." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Thomas and burying his face in his chest.

"Hush, my darling... If you want to stay, then you will stay. I would be honoured to have you by my side forevermore." The Count murmured in response, lifting a hand to run his fingers through Alexander's hair.

"I know you offered once before, but still... Thank you, thank you so much, Thomas." Alexander replied, a smile growing across his face as he opened his mouth to continue only to be met by the feeling of Thomas' lips against his.

The kiss was warm, loving even, but held this subtle hunger that just made Alexander melt into the affection and lean into the Count's hand as he cupped his cheek.

"Tomorrow, then..." Thomas whispered as he pulled away, though their lips were still barely an inch apart.

Alexander simply nodded, smiling.

"Tomorrow."

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That night Alexander could hardly sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes he'd see Thomas in the garden, playing his violin surrounded by his roses. He'd hear his serenade and feel his arms around his waist and their lips pressed together in a soft embrace.

"Tomorrow..." He repeats in a whisper, brushing his fingers over his own lips as he utters the word before rolling over in bed and clutching a pillow to his chest, giving it a tight squeeze.

It took a while, but Alexander somehow managed to fall asleep late into the night and woke up even later the next day.

He was still holding onto the pillow as he slipped out of bed and walked over to the window to pull open the curtains, blinking as he was met with the light of a sunny afternoon.

"I guess I slept in a little..." He murmured with a yawn as he rubbed his eyes, then tossing the pillow back onto the bed as he made his way over to the dresser.

There was no note this morning, but instead, a rose was laid on top of the bundle of clothes. Still, it made Alexander smile as he brushed his thumb over the delicate petals before he looked to see what outfit he had been given to wear.

The silk shirt was a deep wine-red colour with a thin collar made to lie flat against his shoulders instead of covering his neck and the pants a midnight black. There might not have been a vest like the previous night, but the outfit was still extravagant in its own right.

Alexander didn't quite know why the outfit made him blush, but he couldn't help the way heat began to creep across his cheeks as he pulled on the new shirt and braided the rose into his hair. There still wasn't a mirror in the room and his face may have been burning up, but he felt good wearing the clothes.

Like always he made his way down to the kitchen in search of breakfast, finding a delicious plate of cinnamon buns waiting for him. With a smile, he took a bite out of one of the sweet treats before picking up the plate and taking it with him to the library.

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Alexander was bubbling with excitement as he picked out his books for the day, hardly able to sit still as he took his place on the floor again and waited for Thomas. Maybe it was a good thing he had overslept because he didn't have to wait for long before he heard the creaking of the mahogany doors as his host arrived.

"Now aren't you just the prettiest thing... I love what you did with my rose." Thomas commented, grinning as he took his guest by the hands and brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear.

The compliment made Alexander smile as he leaned into the Count's hand, but what made him start blushing was the outfit he had chosen for himself. He had forgone the purple velvet suit jacket he usually wore, leaving him in just the black silk shirt with ruffled sleeves, his black cravat, and the velvet pants that hugged his legs in ways Alexander hadn't noticed before.

"I could say the same thing about you, Thomas... But I don't think pretty does you justice. Gorgeous, maybe? Stunning? Radiant?" He replied, earning a low chuckle in response.

"You're too kind, my darling." Thomas smiled more as he cups his guest's cheek, allowing his fangs to show through in his joyous expression before he took his usual place on the couch.

Alexander expected him to pick a book from his stack and lounge back to begin reading but instead was left gasping as the Count pulled him up onto the couch with him, situating him between his legs and laying him back against his chest.

"Thomas, what--?"

"See? This is much more comfortable than the floor..."

"Y-Yes, it is, thank you..." He couldn't help but wonder what this new position meant, but the Count already seemed to know what he was thinking as he began to caress his hair.

"I'm just holding you, darling... I've actually come to quite enjoy spending time reading with you like this, and besides, I want to do things properly when I turn you."

"Properly...?" Alexander questions, trailing off as he watches Thomas nod in response before tilting up his chin so he could better look him in the eye.

"Yes, well, that's more just me being old-fashioned, following tradition and all that... Really, I could turn you at any time, but I'm waiting for midnight. I want this to be special, after all." The Count explained, then tilting his head as his guest turned away for a moment and sighed, lightly patting him on the head, "There's no need to worry yourself with the logistics, Alexander. I'll be with you every step of the way to guide and take care of you... Besides, I've heard that the process is quite enjoyable for both parties."

Thomas couldn't help but laugh as he watched Alexander's cheeks turn a bright red at his teasing comment, but it did make him quite happy to see the spark of confidence return to his eyes.

"I guess we'll have to see about that." His guest replied with a defiant huff that makes his cherry red cheeks puff out and causes the Count to laugh a little louder before they settle back down into their comfortable quiet.

He was certainly going to enjoy tonight.

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Alexander allowed himself to doze as time went on, sometimes resting his eyes and sometimes looking up to try and follow along with whatever his host was reading. He found that Thomas almost always had a hand on him, whether he was rubbing his cheek with his thumb, twirling loose strands of hair around his fingers, or simply resting his hand on his hip.

Then the Count began to shift, taking his hands away to close his book and begin to sit up. The movement made his guest whine with a little pout as he buried his face into his chest, not yet wanting to get up.

It made Thomas chuckle as he tilted Alexander's chin up and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "It's midnight, my darling... Are you ready?"

He couldn't help the grin nor the ruby shine in his eyes as he felt Alexander's heart begin to race at the question.

"Okay, y-yeah... Yes, I guess I am." He muttered, words tumbling into each other as his tongue tries to move as fast as his thoughts before he was hushed by the Count's arms securing him in his hold like a newlywed bride and their lips brushing up against each other as Thomas next spoke.

"Perfect. There's nothing you need to worry yourself with, just think of it all as a new beginning..."

Alexander nodded a little in response as he wrapped his arms around his host's neck, smiling as he was carried out of the library and up to the master bedroom.

He had never seen Thomas' bedroom before since the Count left the door locked during most of the day, so he wasn't sure what to expect as Thomas unlocked the door with a flick of his wrist and carried his guest inside. The room was decorated in deep shades of red and accented with striking blacks, and the king-sized bed placed in the centre room drew in his attention. The sheets scarlet sheets were made of silk and the embroidered canopy that flowed down to the floor a dark onyx. It looked gorgeous and plush and so soft he could lay on it forever.

Alexander couldn't help but sigh into the softness as Thomas laid him back on the mattress.

"You look so beautiful, so peaceful..." The Count hummed as he slowly ran his hands over Alexander's chest while undoing a few of the top buttons, grinning at the way he preened under his touch.

"Thomas... What are you--?" Alexander begins to ask, only to silence himself with a quiet moan as Thomas kissed along his collarbone and trailed the little affections up along his neck.

"I'll begin soon, my darling, I'm just savouring the moment..." The Count purrs, beginning to trail the tips of his fangs along Alexander's veins, causing his breath to hitch and his heart to pound, "So let yourself relax, I'll take good care of you."

Alexander paused for a moment, taking in a breath and letting it out in a sigh before giving a small nod in response, "Okay..."

He watched as Thomas grinned, a growl forming in the back of his throat as he opened his maw and sank his fangs deep into his neck. The sensation made Alexander gasp, arching his back up off the bed before the Count wrapped an arm around his waist and rooted a hand in his hair to support his small form.

He whined, lashes fluttering and his body finally giving in to the new feelings as Thomas began to suck on the wound. Alexander looked down at him through lidded eyes and a shiver runs up his spine at the sight he was met with.

Thomas's eyes were glowing with a deep crimson that had overtaken their usual chocolate brown, and through the new colour they shone with a hunger Alexander was sure he'd never be able to forget.

"T-Thomas, nnmf~ Thomas..." Alexander whimpered, earning a growl against his skin from Thomas that made him squirm. His body was beginning to weaken and a hazy, drained feeling started to set in his mind and cloud his thoughts, but he clung tightly onto Thomas' shirt and grabbed at fistfuls of the soft sheets below him.

Alexander was gasping, body beginning to still as he fell limp in Thomas' hold, only able to loosely paw at his chest as his eyes began to flutter shut, "Tom... Thomas..."

The Count finally pulled back, kissing at the wound and licking away the last crimson drops that pooled there, "Shh, you're okay. You've done very well, just keep those pretty eyes of yours open for me... Think you can do that?"

Alexander whined in protest. He wanted nothing more than to drift off into a deep sleep surrounded the soft sheets and held safe in his love's arms, but he still obeyed and watched Thomas with glazed-over eyes as he pressed a fingernail into his thumb until a bulb of wine-red liquid formed on the surface. He then pressed his thumb to Alexander's lips, earning another weak noise of protest as he tilted his head away.

"Just give it a taste, darling. I promise it will help you." Thomas cooed, cupping his cheek and tilting his head back to face him as he offered him a smile.

In his dazed state, Alexander smiled back, eyes heavy as he nodded and let the first drop fall onto his tongue before beginning to lick at the tiny cut. The taste made a seizing shiver run down his spine and take in a sharp gasp, but now that he had started he couldn't stop himself as he continued to lap at the wine red liquid.

Alexander managed to find some of his strength again as he clung onto fistfuls of Thomas's shirt, taking his thumb into his mouth and starting to suck in an attempt to drink more.

"That's it... So good, very good," The Count cooed, pressing a pair of kisses to Alexander's now closed eyes before he took his hand away and let him fall back against the pillows, "Now relax, you've done everything just right, I'm so proud of you."

Thomas' voice trailed off as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into the cool night air, freeing Alexander's hair from its braid so he could run his fingers through the soft strands while he laid next to him. He waited for the bite to take, watching carefully as Alexander's chest stilled and the steady ba-thump of his heart faded away.

Then Alexander began to stir, first parting his lips to reveal newly sharpened canines before opening his eyes that now glowed with crimson.

"So how do you feel, my Alexander?" Thomas asked quietly as he pulled the fledgling vampire into a chaste kiss with a smile against his lips.

"I feel alive."

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Fallen Hero 1.5 Episode 15 Revenge: Collision Course

Episode 14 Revenge: The Voice

Night – Rooftop of abandoned building.

           After one month, you are once again about to face off against Zeta. And this time you’ll have the Rangers at your side. Or at the least more interested in taking Zeta down than in you.

Getting a bad sense of Déjà vu.

           You lost count of how many times the rangers came to your rescue or you to theirs in the past. Or when they came to help you out when you were in trouble with a particular villain. And vice versa. Now here you are again, in the same situation, heading in a collision course with a rival and them coming to help you out. You are glad to have a mask to cover your smirk.

           “They are here,” Pelayo announces. You look down to see Steel and Argent. No sign of either Herald or Ortega.

           “Any sign of the other two?” you ask.

           Pelayo shakes his head. “Negative, sir.”

           You gruff. You can’t sense Herald anywhere. Which means he is not here. But Ortega? That’s another story. You can’t read her nor track her. She is perfectly blocked from you. You turn to your crew. “I’ll jump down and talk to them. You stay here and watch out for any activity. If you see something, let me know. If you see me being attacked, prepare cover fire.” All four nod and Pelayo begins relaying orders, putting Zaza on sniper position, Ward on the rear, and Nehal right beside him, covering you.

           You jump down, shooting your jets to slow down the fall and land right in front of them.

           “The Marshal and the wild car. Has anyone ever told you you make a cute couple,” you begin, covering most of your body with your cape.

           “Say that again and I’m going to eviscerate you,” Argent groans, showing her clawed fingers but not elongating them.

           “And who would you have left to entertain you?”

           “Point taken.”

           You turn to Steel. He’s glaring, but also observing, as if trying to piece together something. Maybe you. Maybe your suit. Better pull him out of his sightseeing before he finds something to use against you. “What’s the matter? Still grumpy about the affair with Marconi?” He only glares more. “If it’s any consolation, he is still alive.”

           “That’s not what we are here for.”

           “Indeed. Where’s the other two?”

           “Not cleared for active duty yet. Thanks to you,” Argent spits.

           “That’s too bad. Could have used the flying boy as a cannon ball.” You turn, looking at a building in the distance. Not the same building, but close to the area where it was. The building where everything changed. Where you changed. “The Voice is inside that building. Recruiting.” You don’t even have to turn to know that Steel tensed up a bit. Not enough for Argent to notice, but enough for you. Mostly because you were already expecting it. You tensed when you saw the location too. Seven years ago, that building, and this entire area were caught in the radius.

           Heartbreak.

           You glare. Zeta could not have chosen this place by accident, it must have been planned. Another structure connected to your past, like Bloodmoon. Which means one of two things: either he is more obsessed with you and your life than you first thought, or he is expecting you. Expecting an attack. Never make the same mistake twice. First thing you taught him in your sparring matches.

           “Everyone, come down,” you order through your mic. In a coordinated move your crew swings down the building using cables and grappling hooks. Pelayo stands beside you, Ward next to him, and Nehal and Zaza right behind you. You turn back to Steel. “We are ready.”

           Minutes later – outside apartment building.

           Steel checks another corner. “Clear.” You’ve let him give the orders. Steel is a military man and has a lot of experience. Even when you two did not get along, you could always trust him as a leader. So you made the choice to let him lead. For now. Once you were in the building, however, you have to get to Zeta first. In fact neither Steel nor Argent can get to Zeta at all. If they do, who knows what Zeta will do. Or say.

           Pelayo and Ward accepted the arrangement rather quickly and in fact you find them working very well with Steel. Nehal and Zaza though, they are a bit more hesitant, and always look at you first before obeying an order from him. Not that you blame them. Or disapprove. The last thing you want them to do is forget who is in charge.

           You stare in awe at the building. Not because it is impressing, but because you can feel the multitude of minds inside. At least thirty in the third floor. Nothing major. Nothing You or Steel or Argent have not dealt with before.

           Argent turns to you. “Make sure not to run away this time.”

           You chuckle. “I make no promises. The second the party starts, it’s the second The Voice learns that we are here.” You turn to her. “And I’m not about to let them escape again.”

           Argent eyes you for a moment, as if she now understands something about you. She turns back to the building. “As long as you don’t turn it into another massacre.”

           “An accident. One I do not intend to repeat.” You turn back to the building. You reach out with your mind again, letting it flow.

           There’s twenty more in the fourth floor. Theses ones feel a bit more different. Their thoughts betray a sense of confidence, security. One mind in particular has more confidence than anybody else’s. And an ego the size of a continent if you may say so yourself. That floor might be a bit of a problem. These kind of confident mind sets tend to reside on mods. Even Ward has them to a certain extent.

           “Find anything?” You turn to Steel.

           “What do you mean?”

           “You are using your telepathy to scan the building. I can tell.”

           You chuckle and turn back to the building. “Have experience working with a telepath Marshal?” at that you notice a swerve of emotion. From both Steel and Argent. Seems neither of them wanted Mastermind to realize that. Glad to know they care about you. Somewhat. They may just care more about what Ortega will do if anything happens to you.

           Again.

           You shake those thoughts away from the moment. Now is not the time for that sort of thing. “Thirty on the third floor. Most of them normal goons. Some may be modded but nothing heavy. The fourth floor on the other hand.” You tilt your head a bit. “Well, there’s ten less. But I’m pretty sure most of them are either modded. Or boosted. Or both. And the fifth floor is blocked. I dare say that’s where the Voice is.”

           Argent chuckles and grins. “At least it will be fun.”

           “That it will.” You turn to your crew. “Take the team inside. Quietly. Take out as many as you can on the way. Again, quietly. I don’t want to listen anything until I start it.” All of them nod and move into the building. “Ready Marshall?”

           “After you.”

           You chuckle a bit. “Of course.”

           Inside – Third floor

           You are going to have to raise your crew’s salary after this. Out of the thirty goons inside, fifteen are down. All done in silence. “Pelayo, remind me to throw a party for you guys when we are back,” you say through your mic.

           “Can’t afford to disappoint, sir. Just imagine what it would do to our reputation.”

           You hold back a chuckle and relay the information to Steel. ��Give me a minute I can shut down six of them.” Steel stares at you with a look that has him dreading what that means. “Relax, I’m not killing them. Just sending them to sleep for a couple of hours.” He looks no more assured than he was before.

           You reach out, an ocean filled with small minds. Incapable of understanding. Of grasping what yours is. The Rat King squeals, both of your minds working in tandem. Like a snake you slither into each and every mind, leaving a small print, something that will react to a simple signal. A blast. A telepathic blast to be precise. Weak telepathic blasts like this will stun an opponent for several seconds. But by leaving these prints, you weaken their minds further. So much that a weak blast will knock them out. Why use portion of your power when you can weaken them and knock them out with virtually no effort.

           You can end them. Here and now. Those little minds are nothing but cattle. Made to be killed. Get them, grab them by the throat. Send their minds into disarray. Make them wish for that simple release. That release that will end all of their problems. Make them leave. Make them gone.

           The Rat King wraps itself around your mind and you wake up. You drifted off, your mind wandered into something else. But what? That voice, it was Jane’s. Or not. It was the Jane specter that’s been bothering you ever since your first fight with Zeta. But you don’t hear her now. You hear nothing else but the worried squeals of your partner. You assure the Rat King you are fine and continue, leaving the final print of your mind on the goons.

           You crack your neck as if waking up. “Alright. At my signal, six will go down, you take care of the rest.”

           “And you?” Argent questions.

           “I’ll say hello to the other guys upstairs. See if I can get them to leave.”

           “And if you don’t?” Steel bust in.

           “Then the party will begin.” You prepare now, focusing your mind, the blast building up until…

           “Now!” Steel and Argent bust into the room. You feel the six minds shutting down, left to dream for some time. Well not dreaming. Just out cold. Anyway, time to move. You rush through the stairs as the sounds of fighting echo. Most of the screams and grunts coming from people other than Argent and Steel, in fact, you don’t think there’s any grunts coming from them at all. Guess that’s what happens when you bring in two tanks to fight a bunch of weaklings.

           The walk to the room filled with twenty goons is much more uncomfortable. You can feel variety of minds in there, not all of them easy to sneak in and shut down. But you try all the same. Better to shut down a couple of them and fight the rest than fight all of them. They all seem to be suspecting that something is going on but are not alerted yet. Good. Worry makes them more open, pliable to your powers. You take a deep breath and step in.

           “Ladies and gentlemen. I am Mastermind. A pleasure to meet all of you.” you bow in an exaggerated manner as they all step back. As you expected many of them are heavily modded. Mechanical arms, legs, eyes, shoulder cannons, you name it. Not all of them military grade but they probably still pack a punch. Others do not seem to be modded. But they could be boosted. That said the majority are modded and only a few seem to be either boosted or have something up their sleeves.

           You wondered earlier why Zeta ordered them in such a manner. The non-boosted and non-modded in the third floor and these guys on the fourth. It seems his priority is to recruit boosts and mods over normal folk. So the unmodded here, if not boosted, must be pretty important.

           “In case you don’t know yet. I’m here for the Voice. So step aside and let me get to them.” Some of them obey but others stand their ground. “Unless you want me to do to you what I did to his previous army.”

           “Really?” a gravy voice echoes in the room. Next thing you know the ground shakes lightly under you as a giant figure makes way towards you. Eight? Probably nine feet tall? Maybe bigger? You don’t know because right now what has your attention is the… mods? Suit? Seriously you can’t tell. It looks like a suit but then again the guy has tubes and gears puncturing into his neck. Whatever they are those are definitely military grade.

           “Who are you? Cheap Psychopathor knock off?” you joke, trying to keep your cool and not show how lost you are on how to deal with this guy.

           “Hah you compare me to that loser? Give me a break.” So this is the guy with the planet size ego you felt earlier. “I am Boxer, The Unstoppable!” He clashes his metal fists. You can feel everyone else’s confidence growing.

           “The unstoppable, huh? Yeah I can think of one person who that title would fit a lot better.” You tilt your head. “And I fight her pretty much regularly by this point.”

           “Indeed. That is why I am Lady Argent’s biggest rival. I am her nemesis.” You hold your breath at this, otherwise you would burst out laughing and never stop. Ever.

           “I’m sorry I was under the impression that was me.”

           “You,” he says with a mixture of disbelieve and mockery. “A little thing like you?” and he burst out laughing.

           “Has anyone ever told you it’s not the size, but what you do with it?” Why don’t you let me show you?”

           He stops laughing. “What do you think I am?”

           “Someone with more brawns than brain, that’s for sure.”

           He glares. “Are you calling me an idiot?”

           “My point exactly.” You feel the thought before he moves. So you prepare and dodge the incoming attack. The punch breaks through the ground. “Nice blow. Here’s a cookie.” You extend your hand. He roars and charges at you but shoot your jets and fly over him. He bursts through the wall and leaves you with the rest of the goons. “Any takers?” Some prepare and others charge. You shoot a telepathic blast that stuns most of them and knocks out the ones you prepared earlier.

           You let an electric bomb fall to the ground and shoot your jets again, taking to the air as the first row of goons fall down unconscious. “Anybody els-” you don’t get to finish as you feel a hand wrap around your foot and slam you on the ground.

“Now you’ll see who’s the idiot,” Boxer yells as he shoots a punch. You roll to the side, the punch landing right next to you and leaving a hole where your head used to be. You shoot your jets again and fly from under him.

“Ok time out big guy.”

“NO TIME OUT!” He charges and you barely have time to dodge. What he lacks in brains he definitely more than makes up for it in stubbornness and how dangerous that can be. You have to think. But you don’t get the time as an explosion pushes you to the ground and the crowd swarms you. You are still strong enough to shrugs off some of them but too many of them, all of them with different mods. Some slash you, others punch you, and others try to electrocute you. They may not all be that powerful but they distract you long enough that you don’t even process the fact that Boxer is right in front of you, grinning. He punches you and sends you flying to the other side of the room.

Ok, maybe coming alone here was not such a good idea. You thought you could scare them away with what you did at Bloodmoon. You did not expected to find an idiot with a planet size ego and not have him not being afraid of you, which in turn inspires other not to be afraid. You have to think, fast. An escape route, something that will get you away from this idiot. Wait, the ground. You can use the nanovores to make a hole and land on the floor below. It would hinder your pursuit for a bit, but you have not felt any activity up. Once again, it probably means that Zeta is expecting you. Great. Another thing to worry about.

As Boxer closes in you prepare, putting your palm on the floor below and trusting the Rat King to guide them. The nanovores get to work, and you feel the floor beneath you giving away. Immediately you call them back to your glove. The floor gives away and you fall, landing on your back. Not the most graceful of landings but whatever. You find yourself staring at Steel’s and Argent’s bewildered faces. “Oh hi there. How’s your day? Mine’s being pathetic.”

“What happened?” Steel asks.

“Big guy. Modded to hell. Shit for brain. Gotta give him credit though, guy has a mean right.”

Argent stares in disbelief. “Please tell me you don’t mean-” she does not get to finish as the ceiling breaks down. “Boxer,” she says with an exasperated sigh.

“Argent! Finally. I’m ready for our rematch! This time I’m much stronger than before. I have modified my mods lift heavier objects, hit harder, and tonight will be the night when I finally beat yo-” he flies off and clashes against a wall. Argent stands where he was, arm extended, fist closed.

“So you two do know each other.”

“Unfortunately.”

“And here I thought I was the only one.” You stand up, finally.

“Aahhh, don’t worry. You’re the only one that matters.” She gives you a teasing smile.

“So, anything you can tell me about this guy?”

“Highly armored and strong. He used to be a soldier before he stole several mods and went rogue,” Steel reports.

“So those are military grade mods.”

“For whatever good they do to him,” Argent says, cracking her knuckles. “He also has knack for escaping. This is the… I don’t know, fifth time he escapes?” She looks at Steel. He nods and readies his weapons as the other mods jump through the hole in the ceiling Boxer just made. The three of you jump into it. Argent handles the brunt of them, taking and slashing anyone dumb enough to stand in front of her. Steel uses his weapons to disable and knock out anyone that slips past her. And you handle the stragglers that are left after all of it is done. In less time than you expected most of them are either injured or out cold.

“That was easy,” Argent remarks. You and Steel look at one another. Why did she have to say that? Suddenly, Steel takes a missile. The explosion sends him back, separating him from the two of you.

“I told you. I upgraded my mods. Now I can take anything you throw at me.”

“Does he have an off switch?” you ask her.

“I’ll let you know when I find it.”

You groan. This guy was becoming more trouble than he was worth. End him. You can do it. Just let go. You are much stronger. Argent’s yell brings you back to reality.

“Hey! What are you, sleeping?” You shake your head. “Good. Then help me with this idiot.”

“I didn’t thought you required help.”

She laughs. “I don’t. But he’s boring. With you I can beat him faster. The faster I beat him the less I have to hear him speak.”

“Understood,” you pause. “My Lady.” She groans.

“Hah, need help from your little friend now? Hah I knew it. You can’t beat me. I am the biggest thing you have ever faced. There is not a single thing you can do to stop me now.”

“Shut up and fight already shit for brains!” you both yell. Instantly he charges. You both dodge to either side. He stops and turns back to Argent. He shoots a fist, but Argent dodges it with grace. She slashes his suit a bit, but nothing major.

“Hah! Even your claws can’t get me!” He’s wrong. Argent could have gone in much deeper than that. So why didn’t she?

“Seriously, are you in love with your own voice or something?” you ask.

He turns to you. “What!”

“I asked if you are in love with your own voice. Because you speak more than a preacher on Sundays.” You glue your hand to a column left of you, without his notice.

“I wouldn’t have to if your tiny brains recognized my superiority.” He smiles.

“Right, right. Is it because you are stupid?” that sets him faster than you thought. This guy has some anger issues to work through. He charges you and you step out of the way as the column disintegrates and the ceiling falls on him. That does not stop him and he powers through the debris. He tries to punch you but you shoot your jets just in time. Just then you see Argent’s silver form right behind him and she slashes. Again a superficial strike as far as you can tell. Was his armor really too much for her? That’s impossible. He turns fast, hitting Argent in the face and sending her flying.

You shoot your jets at max power, turn midflight, and land a kick straight into his exposed face. Even burning it with your jet. He screams and stumbles back, covering his face. Once again Argent appears almost out of nowhere and slashes again. Another superficial strike. Or so you thought.

In an instant you hear Boxer’s armor powering down, the lights on his chest and back turn off, and he falls on his knees. You land, wondering what just happened.

“What?” Boxer and you say at the same time.

“Same thing I always do when fighting him. Cut off the tubes leading up to his power source.” She smirks at you.

“How! I changed it. I made sure they were hidden. How did you know where they were!? How!” He yells. Argent punches him out cold.

“Finally, some peace and quiet.” You say. But he was right. How did she saw it? You didn’t saw anything. It’s that vision of hers. The way she can just see the insides of technology. She can probably see the weaknesses of your suit too. A worry for another time. Right now, Zeta is the priority. Steel shows himself finally. Seems he was hindered a bit with Boxer’s missile. “You missed all the fun.”

“He’s seen three of these fights by now. He knows how it goes,” she chimes in.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t escape again,” he says.

“Yeah sure. Whatever. Let’s move on.” But just as you turn… shit. You have no idea where they came from but currently you have dozens of goons standing in front of you. “I didn’t felt those.”

“You said the fifth floor was blocked,” Steel says as he takes a stance.

“Yeah, probably should have guessed there were more there.” You take your stance and so does Argents.

“Boss!” you hear Pelayo yell. He and the others stand beside you.

“You can handle these?” You turn to Argent and Steel. Steel nods without looking at you. Argent rolls her eyes but nods too. You turn to your crew. All nod. Good. You are done fighting goons. Even if it’s a trap, you have to get there now. These goons will keep Argent and Steel busy long enough that you can deal with Zeta before they get to him. You run a diagnostic of your suit. Some damage from your fight with Boxer. But you can still work with this. Your weapons are all untouched as well. “Good. I’ll say hello to the Voice from your part.” You prepare your jets.

“Take them alive,” Steel orders.

“I make no promises.” You shoot your jets fly over the goons and through the hole in the ceiling. Time to find Zeta…

And end this.

Episode 16 Revenge: The Rules of Pain.

[sadi-fics]

"Like me..."

A short fic by SadiGrelleRp

AKA: Sadi-Sama / General Spaghetti

As what was typically the deal with witches hiding among humans, it was important to keep up appearances of an average, weak, human. However, miss Sadina Bloodmoon was no stranger to breaking that aspect of the character she put together for her new life in London. There were times where Sadina really had little choice in the matter, to protect herself, and sometimes the would-be innocent victims of those who pick on the weak.

After quite a long day at work, once again, the fake doctor walked out of the hospital a little after dark. This was around the time where the children who came that afternoon would already be in bed, safe at home. Unfortunately, for little Timmy, things weren't so great. The little boy with his arm in a cast approached the doctor he was familiar with, and tugged on her skirt with his free hand.

"Doctor Sadi..." He said in a timid voice so only the brunette could hear.

Sadina turned around, and kneeled to speak to the boy, who appeared to be no older than 4 or 5. The child looked as though he might cry.

"Mummy still hasn't come to pick me up, the stawf already dis-char-charged me... Can you walk me home?"

The lady offered a kind smile, and took the small child's hand. "Sure thing, Timmy. Let's get you home safe, okay?"

And so, the witch would begin the route to Timmy's home. However, as they were near their destination, a man who brandished a knife lurked on the shadows. As if Sadi knew, she calmly instructed Timmy to walk behind her for the next few blocks. When the man with a blade emerged from the shadows, he pointed the knife at the woman and child.

"Alright, ya broad, hand over yer satchel if ya know what's good for ya-"

"Que Cabròn-!!" Shouted the woman he threatened, cutting him off, and easily lifting her leg upwards to kick the knife out of his hand, landing said knife up on the roof of a building above them.

The man froze, but then he showed fear in his eyes as the woman he threatened at knifepoint grabbed him by the shirt, and started punching his lights out repeatedly. He tried to fight back, but the witch countered every attack of his and retaliated with harder punches until he broke free from her grip and started running.

"Yeah!! You better run, or I'll give you worse 'cicatrices' than a severe burn victim!!"

The child behind Sadina was in awe at what he just witnessed. After a moment, the woman turned around, worried about Timmy. "Sorry you had to see tha-" Timmy was quick to say his next words. "That was amazing, Doctor Sadi!" Those words caught the witch off guard, but she frowned when he said "I wanna be just like you one day!". Those words hit close to home, as at one point Sadina was innocent and naive like young Timmy was. But that was long ago, before a growing darkness consumed everything she loved in her life as a child. The woman sighed, and put a gentle hand on the child's head.

"Trust me, Timmy. You don't want to be like me..."

[moonshroooms]

Random Fandom Questions Oh My

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Currently the other ships I like right now are Human Bill Cipher and Dipper (a big guilty pleasure). If there are any Billdip shippers reading this may I humbly recommend Defining Bill Cipher, cause it’s 100% fantastic with plot, characterization, and some uh, heated moments if ya get what I mean. 

I always enjoy Frisk x Sans from Undertale, though I’ve been lagging behind on fanfics. I also like Sans and Toriel (which honestly, I like Frisk and Sans better for fanfics, but I’d want Sans and Toriel to be canon), and Frisk and Asriel are super cute too.

I’ve started reading Owari no Seraph (like, I think I’m only like ch 5), and I already knew about Mika x Yuu long before I ever started reading so I’m absolutely shipping them right now A++

I also ship Gon and Killua from Hunter x Hunter, though I don’t read a lot of fanfics for them. I just kinda annoy my friend with it when we watch the show XD

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

You know, I actually don’t think I do

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Ciel and Sebastian from Black Butler. And it’s weird cause like, they are absolutely ripe for shipping and there are plenty of other ships in like, nearly the same position I like but just. He doesn’t love-love Ciel man. He don’t even friendship-love him. Sebastian wants to eat his soul like literally and that’s it he’s just food. For whatever reason I just can’t get into that pairing. Please just let Ciel be with Elizabeth she’s such a cutie and let them be happy forever on okay good okay

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Ichigo and Masaya from Tokyo Mew Mew. I am 100% a Kisshu x Ichigo shipper and I know Ichigo x Masaya is like, oddly, one of the healthiest relationships you could have in an anime and Masaya would be a boy I’d fall head-over-heels for myself if he was real like honestly everything about him is basically perfect but I just. He’s so boring. He’s a really boring character to watch. And he gets more interesting near the end of the show, but it was just kinda too little too late, yanno? If they’d put more hints at the darker side of his wonderful personality then I’d probably would have shipped them, but I saw Kishigo first and that’s who I glommed onto srry

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

 I don’t contribute anything to society let alone a fandom XD

  F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

 I mean, that’s under the idea I’m actually in a fandom? Do I have to do something to be in a fandom? Can I just enjoy content? Does that count? If it do then I’ve been in the Tokyo Mew Mew fandom for like, 10 years or more. It’s like 99% dead so it’s not like I’ve searched up anything recently, but believe me if it ever gets a good remake I will be there 100%

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

 My first OTP back before I ever knew what an OTP was was Kisshu and Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew. And that fandom is super dead and I’ll probably never read a new good fanfic ever again but I’ll probably never let them go. I still consider them my OTP, and I’ve never found anyone that tops it XD They’re also completely toxic but just. Ah. I love them so much I just want them in a cute relationship plz

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

 Ennething. I guess anime is the easiest one to find though. I think I like Western animation better than anime, if only for comedy that hits home a little bit more, since I grew up in that culture and whatnot

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

 Nah. I avoid the Discourse by never joining the conversation e v e r. And most of the time I don’t really follow fandom blogs specifically, just blogs that happen to post some fandom stuff, so I probably don’t see any sort of annoying people or awful environments or anything. I don’t understand how people can get so annoyed I feel like discourse is just so easy to avoid/ignore??? But maybe that’s just me

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

 Voltron. I didn’t even know it existed until some of the funny blogs I follow started posting stuff about it. I don’t even know what Voltron’s about, other than the name sounded really familiar, like it’s an old anime being remade or something.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

 Peridot from Steven Universe. No wait, Rinna from Forest Born. Forest Born is one of my favorite books (from the Books of Bayern series by Shannon Hale, I highly recommend them). When I was younger I related to Rinna a lot (and I’m like, nothing like her now but that’s beside the point), and I loved her development her slow development towards not hating herself so much. It’s wonderful and steady and feels real

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

 Jackie from Star vs. is a really nice girl A+ girlfriend material and if I didn’t ship Marco and Star she’d be next up for the Marco ship train. I absolutely don’t hate her and she’s a fun and nice character, but sorry you can’t be Marco’s girlfriend the bloodmoon and also me said so

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

 Isi from the Goose Girl. She already reminds me a lot of my friend, so maybe I’m a little biased, but she seems like an absolutely wonderful person to be friends with and I’d 100% love that. I’d also like Dasha from River Secrets and Enna from Enna Burning. Just. Any of the main girls from the Books of Bayern. I love them all

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

 Since I don’t have a main fandom, I’ll just choose one:

 From Steven Universe I want more funny comics, dumb memes, and Stevonnie anything. And that’s considering there’s already a shitton of all of that. There’s never enough

  O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

 He’s Hurting Me by Maria Mena. And Kisshu x Ichigo, mostly because I’ve seen an AMV with them and that song XD

  P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

 Active Fandom for Tokyo Mew Mew AU!

 Okay fine, that doesn’t count. But oh geez I can’t think of any good ideas though. I don’t know but anything but a coffee shop AU. Give me something with adventure man. Uhh *spins wheel* Siren AU with *rolls dice* Pokémon. Make it happen, people

  Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

 Eh, considering I’m never an active part of any fandom, I can’t say I’ve abandoned anything. I’ll even go back to really old fandoms and try to find something I haven’t read before

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

 Do Steven and Connie and Star and Marco count even though I ship them? Because I value their friendship just as much if not more than their shipping capabilities. If not then, Sailor Moon and the other sailor scouts from Sailor Moon (from the original anime). I just really like that they joke and roast and support each other. A lot of the episodes focus a lot on their random interactions and it’s a joy to watch.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

 I have none honestly XD I’m not usually a person that gets into headcanons much. I ship plenty of people that aren’t together but I wouldn’t really call them headcanons, I dunno. Gon and Killua end up married. There, there’s your headcanon.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

 Kisshu returns to Earth for Whatever reason (any reason that means more battles and adventures is good), Ichigo ends up falling in love with him, Pudding and Tart end up together, Lettuce and Pie are together, Masaya is just fine and not dead, and everyone’s happy the end

 That’s the best I got XD

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

 Kisshu from Tokyo Mew Mew: Other than the fact he’s from my long-standing OTP, he’s just really fun to watch. He’s probably the reason I have an immediate attachment to character that are slightly crazy and shit tons of dangerous. He’s cheeky and flirty and gawd I luv it A+

 Peridot and Lapis from Steven Universe. I couldn’t choose really. Peridot is such a trash gremlin and Lapis is amazing when it’s not complete angst she is just Ultimate Emo Child.

 Willis from Awful Hospital (I highly recommend this comic by the way. It’s weird and wonderful). So far he’s just the cutest little thing and I love watching him it’s great

  V - Which character do you relate to most?

 I used to relate to Rinna from Forest Born a whole bunch, especially when I was younger. Nowadays I relate much more to her older brother Razo from River Secrets. He’s self-concious, but always cracking jokes and always in the mood for eating. I think he’s hilarious and honestly I hope I can be as funny as him. He’s got a lot of talents he just never notices. I hope that gets to be me, too.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

 Characters with no personality. And I think this is mostly just in the otome and harem anime’s that this kind of thing is rampant, cause you gotta make a character that people can slip into but just. My god. I tried playing an otome once and I couldn’t even finish it it was so awful and infuriating. Watching Diabolik Lovers was so painful this girl just L E T everything happen she didn’t even try putting up a fight even when some dude GAVE HER A KNIFE TO STAB HER VAMPIRE WHATEVERS WITH. MY GOD. I hated everything I wanted to cry. And don’t even get me started on the manga Black Bird I hate it so much they just rinse repeat everything. ‘No love interest don’t do sexy things at me I don’t want it’ ‘I’m doing it as punishment for you doing/not doing Whatever’ ‘Noooo’ and then proceeds to just continue to love the assbag. Just stop oh my goooood

  X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

 Enemies to Lovers. Or enemies being in love in general. Or forbidden romances of any kind. Basically I want a shit ton of angst and a happy ending.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

 I know a little bit about Homestuck, which I tried to read once and got bored. I keep wanting to pick it back up but just… aaaah the beginning is so boring I can hardly tell what’s going on. And I hate the 1 panel thing. I’m sure it was good while it was being posted, but it just takes so long to load the next page. I need a multi-page version please.

 I also know a tad bit about Madoka Magic, which I’m not entirely sure how. I just kinda. Read stuff I came across, despite never being interested in the show myself.

  Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

 Dear god please let Star and Marco be together (they probably will).

 I want at the very least a cute cheek kiss from Steven and Connie, also, can Stevonnie fuse with other gems??? That’d be wild.

 Danny Phantom needed to be longer also he needed to be with Valerie I loved her why the flip flap did they give her such a crappy reason to not be with Danny AAAH

 I haven’t been able to watch the Legend of Korra because I tear up anytime I see something about the old gang being old or dead like legit if I ever see Aang being all dead and spiritual and shit I will cry

 The Amazing World of Gumball is hilarious and I want more people to watch it

 I tried watching Bob’s Burger’s for just like, a funny show without a plot and I got bored eventually. Thankfully Gumball saved the day

 I think Ni no Kuni is an adorable game and I love their little definitely-not-Pokémon monsters and I’ll probably rant about who’s on my team one day

  I ship Link and Midna 100% but like, only the TP incarnation of Link. Skyward Sword and Breath of the Wild and Spirit Tracks Link can be with Zelda. Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass Link can be with Tetra (specifically Tetra).

 Speaking of Tetra, why the flip flap SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED WIND WAKER BUT LIKE, IT’S REALLY OLD AND HAS A REMAKE SO I GUESS THAT’S MOSTLY YOUR FAULT BEWAAAAAAAAAARE. ALSO THE BEGINNING OF BREATH OF THE WILD I GUESS? THOUGH IT’S NOT REALLY A BIG IMPORTANT SPOILER. 

does she get pale when she turns into Zelda? Like, bam you’re royalty also kiss your tan goodbye. Same thing happens to the mysterious old man when he becomes the king. Do bluebloods just not get tan or something like, the flip?

[thegeekherald]

Game of Thrones Prequel Bloodmoon is in making!

Game of Thrones has been a rollercoaster ride! The news is in the air that Game of Thrones prequel is in making and since then we aren’t really in our senses! Just the way, the real BloodMoon was awe-inspiring, the reel Bloodmoon is also going to be breathtaking! The GoT fans are already brainstorming and coming up with weird theories. We saw Dany taking over the throne, but in Game of Thrones prequel, Bloodmoon we will be seeing the story of the Night King. So, sit back, relax, (IK, you won’t) and read through!

The story of the Night King Source- GeekTyrant

Game of Thrones Prequel Bloodmoon: The making

The sources say that the Game of Thrones Prequel-Bloodmoon is already in making even before the Game of Thrones series actually ended. This shows that the crew is bent upon being registered in people’s brains forever! The Game of Thrones Prequel Bloodmoon is shot where most of the current Game of Thrones has been shot.

The place being none other than Belfast. Though, before you jump on to the Game of Thrones Prequel Bloodmoon, we suggest you to brush up the stories from season 1-8, you know, just in case! Apparently, the Game of Thrones Prequel Bloodmoon is a Big Budget series, nothing strange though. The Bloodmoon is based on a storyline in the time which is 5,500 years prior to the current times!

The Mother of Dragons Source – Mordeo

The current story

Without going into many details, we’d walk you through the series and the trauma once again. The whole series is about an Iron Throne and who would conquer it. Daenerys and Cersei are the two potential rivals, during the Game of Thrones, one sees a lot of variations in every character!

Daenerys has been betrayed by a lot of her people and thus, becomes a Mad Queen. Cersei, on the other hand, surrenders to Daenerys and dies under the falling city with Jamie. Daenerys is drunk over the demise of all her loved ones destroys the whole city and every last man alive! This is how the battle ends and so does the series.

For more updates, stay tuned to The Geek Herald.

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PissEarth, 2025

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Originally published on The American Sun by John Chapman on December 16, 2018.

““If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts.”

– Cormac McCarthy, “Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West”

“ＢＯＲＮ ＴＯ ＤＩＥ WORLD IS A FUCK 鬼神 Kill Em All 1989 I am trash man 410,757,864,530 DEAD COPS”

PissEarth, 2025

It is cliche at this point to speak of how horrified you are at the detritus of our postmodern world. There is, of course, a certain kind of thrill in digging beneath the pallid white corpses of decency to see what strange and mutated life is writhing beneath, just so you can scoop it up and toss it in the faces of your friends. However, it has become rote and formulaic to look at just another story of neoliberal capitalism functioning in its just-as-planned absurdity and pull out the clown horn to signal to your friends how far we’ve fallen and how far left there is to get to hell. Our receptors for rage-flavored dopamine need something more, our haterade must be topped off. So I come to you as a prophet and I offer you a vision of the world to come.

I offer you, PissEarth, 2025.

When one hears the name PissEarth, it may conjure up images of ammonia-scented oceans of fetid yellow water, ebbing and flowing in tide under a bloodmoon in a night-sky bereft of stars, while little islands of human refuse taper across like logs of flotsam and jetsam. The spirituality of such a world is not that far off. The seers who are blind know that they were blessed to have lost their sight. You, too, may find yourself in such a state, like Oedipus staring wistfully at the golden pins after his terrible, horrible, no-good very bad lunch date with the shepherd. Like Oedipus, you’re all tainted motherfuckers.

You must understand, I do not tell you these things to hurt you, but to warn you that this new world wants to hurt you. It will. Oh, believe me it will. PissEarth, 2025 is accelerated humanity, and there is no more room for obsolescent units that think in terms of the abolished humanity. They will not return you for store credit or sit you up in Dorothy McGillicuddy’s Home for Antiques. Anything less than total depravity of your spirit, dispossession of your body, and annihilation of your mind would be a mercy. I say ‘you’ because if ‘you’ are still reading this past the first 150 words, then you are already a member of the abolished.

Everything you hate, everything you fear, everything that disgusts you inside, all of that will come quite naturally to PissEarth, 2025. A totalistic reality wholly assumed with no history. What you see now as the “slippery slope” will simply be the waterslide into a community piss-pool everyone will be baptized in. You will never gawk, never sigh and point at just how far we’ve come. You’ll be amazed at the efficiency of it all when it whittles down the Buddha’s Four Noble Truths down to just the very First one.

“I teach suffering.”

– some Indian who sat under a tree

Let us be clear. There is Clown World, and there is PissEarth. When we speak of Clown World, we speak of the contradictions and absurdities that the present culture and political order are built on. We speak of a president who is able to shoot impotent missiles at a country his own citizens can’t find on a map but who is powerless to stop a caravan of admixtured Aztecs wearing the hand-me-downs that Fat Bob of Fat Bob’s T-Shirt Emporium wasn’t able to sell. We speak of the nation grounding to a halt over whether or not little girls should be exposed to the Halloween parade hopped up on homemade HRT hobbling into their bathrooms. We speak of dozens of men who have lost gainful employment for making OKAY signs in photos because the Morris Dees newsletter fell for a prank from mischievous, anonymous frogs.

When we speak of these clownish things, we speak with a feeling that dragging these things into the light and exposing them for all the world to see will allow the light to shine in and obliterate the vampires with its cleansing sunbeams. These are all flashpoints in the broad and all-encompassing culture war that the West has found itself embroiled in, with each day yielding a brand new skirmish to deploy for, though the war is already lost. When we speak of Clown World, we speak of trying to find a way to shoo out the clowns.

PissEarth is different. PissEarth is the surrender. PissEarth is the occupation. PissEarth is the Morgenthau Plan for your shattered psyche. PissEarth is the moment this has all been building up to. Clown World ain’t nothing on PissEarth, 2025, the real Greatest Show on Earth.

WORLD IS A FUCK

“Get on with it,” I hear you (and the editor) say, “You’ve talked enough, like you’re trying to warn us from hearing out your vision, like no matter how awful it is we aren’t going to look anyway. Just put me in the hurt-box, please. Just show me what sights there are to behold.”

Very well. Behold, PissEarth, 2025.

Behold PissEarth, where the tech-giants have spread their privatized favelas far-and-wide, where debt-ridden PhDs hustle from gig-to-gig, chasing bounties that allow you to snitch on anyone insufficiently committed to diversity. It will become a game all unto its own, with high scores for ‘scalps’ that were claimed, no matter how absurd the bounties one gets. The dopamine must flow.

Behold PissEarth, where you celebrate your abortion from a mail-order kit as you make a public pledge to reduce your carbon footprint by remaining childless while Nuevo Americano rides a river of trash into your welcoming arms. Adopting enormous underprivileged families becomes the norm as a form of public atonement, and their weak-chinned fathers beam with pride and joy that their daughters are doing such a public service to the world.

Behold PissEarth, where pornographers have the social capital to demand and force aggressive men to watch pornography lest their employment and finances are endangered, mocking them for the damage it does at the same time. A thousand smirking social climbers, all in unison saying “have a fap, you’ll feel better” as their malice goes unchecked.

Behold PissEarth, where procreation is a quaint novelty–every boy a girl, every girl a boy, belonging to everyone and no one, in beautiful rainbow shades of light brown to dark brown, as even the socially ostracized will respect the pronoun and they will suck the feminine penis. Then real communism can finally be tried.

Behold PissEarth, where war is abolished but skirmishes are constant and daily with little purpose to them other than the grim remains of human resistance or simple lashings of animal rage.  No one is happy, but at last they are free. A friendly notification pops up in your latest smart-device, warning you of which roads to avoid for threat of most recent self-contained riot.

Behold PissEarth, with such technological wonders like the IUD that filters the microplastics out of your dick, “air purifiers” in place of trees, and artisanal soylent green but it’s from free-range, cruelty-free cockroaches. Status vloggers chase clicks by dumping half their paycheck to eat dressed up prole food made for them by a group of queer hijabis who receive their funding from a nearby corporation.

Behold PissEarth, where the purpose of a lifetime of labor is to fund research into how corpulent immovable masses of flesh can have better and more revolutionary forms of sex. The research and test subjects themselves become their own programming, another screen to pass the time in your shrinking apartment.

Behold PissEarth, where every neurosis has become a fetish to be enacted in order to attain collective cummies, to be taught in schools, and to be talked about incessantly on perpetual content devices. While the fear of pedophiles will always remain as a release vale for anger, its normalization will be so thorough that vigilantism against it is arbitrary.

Behold PissEarth, where the President will be a figurehead American idol, sworn-in on a human resources manual as they pledge to do their utmost to continue the pursuit of equality before a million teeming masses yearning to breathe at all in the crowd so that they can snap selfies for their social credit score. Though the president will be known as a figurehead, and though everyone will acknowledge that tech corporations have all the power, everyone still states solemnly the importance of a hallowed or is it hollowed democratic institution.

Behold PissEarth, where the gods of the new world are men disfigured into chimeras made from the new sacred rituals and paraded out in victory for their ascendance. Where children are made to be their wards by loving and approving parents. The parents will allow their children to be “babysat” by these creatures, in order that values of acceptance be inculcated at an early age.

Behold PissEarth, where any intellectual curiosity beyond the new and revised canon will be immediately suspect, where not having a strong opinion on the most current pop culture multimedia franchise will mark you with a big red flag on your social credit score, where you will never be able to escape the perpetual content stream as the algorithms pioneered by Netflix find a way to be lodged inside your brain like some kind of mind-control slug slithering its way inside. Your future has been written by media mathematics.

Behold PissEarth, where your experience with nature is a virtual reality simulation that you share with the few people online that you’ve been able to light any embers of a human connection with. Though the simulation glitches and shimmers in an unnatural way, you cling to this image because that little voice in the back of your head fears what you will do if you lose even this little bit of hope’s simulacrum.

I can hear you protest that this is already happening. Yes, the sprouts have sprung but they have not yet bloomed. Only when you have accepted all of these things as assumed and normal, when instead of being complacent your friends and family applaud it will you truly understand the reality of PissEarth, 2025. There will be no more pieces to point and gawk and decry that the world has gone mad. It will all be as staid as the abolished Sunday dinner.

This is what you must understand about the reality of PissEarth, 2025. Everything you joke about is assumed. Everything you satirize is simple reality. Whatever protests you think you’ll register against it simply won’t exist. You’ll keep your head down and just try to get through this life if you have any thoughts of rebellion, because you saw what Clown World did to the ones before you. You saw what it did to your friends, your family, and your brothers. You have accepted that you are but a drop of wine in the entire piss-bucket.

Technology will improve, but your quality of life will not. Materially it will not. Spiritually it will not. Every force that champions this great progress being made will be actively trying harm you every which way in totalistic system if there is any sense that you are not on board or there was a point you were never on board.

If you truly wish to understand PissEarth, 2025 on an intellectual level beyond the confetti-and-glitterbomb sermon I’ve laid out, then you must understand the nature of post-totalitarian ideology. Vaclav Havel lays out many of these concepts in his work The Power of the Powerless but elucidates the nature of PissEarth quite well in his concept of the greengrocer:

“{9} The post-totalitarian system touches people at every step, but it does so with its ideological gloves on. This is why life in the system is so thoroughly permeated with hypocrisy and lies: government by bureaucracy is called popular government; the working class is enslaved in the name of the working class; … Because the regime is captive to its own lies, it must falsify everything. It falsifies the past. It falsifies the present, and it falsifies the future. It falsifies statistics. …

{10} Individuals need not believe all these mystifications, but they must behave as though they did, or they must at least tolerate them in silence, or get along well with those who work with them. For this reason, however, they must live within a lie. They need not accept the lie. It is enough for them to have accepted their life with it and in it. For by this very fact, individuals confirm the system, fulfill the system, make the system, are the system. . . . .”

The difference between Havel’s greengrocer and the PissEarth denizen is that the people of the former are a people trained to avoid negative stimuli while the latter have learned to love the negative stimuli. They embrace it as a mission, as a religious calling, and like Andres Serrano’s Piss Christ they will strike their own perverted Christlike pose and submerge themselves wholly into these bodily fluids. They will immerse themselves and baptize themselves into a world they will lovingly embrace despite every dissonant thought, despite every horrible incident, and despite every pain that’s inflicted on them. They will hate you if you try to pull them out of it.

This is the totalistic reality of PissEarth, 2025.

Okay, Yeah, That Sounds Pretty Awful. How Do I Escape From PissEarth?

You don’t. You don’t escape PissEarth. You fight. You struggle. You take your Boomer father’s yacht that he spent your inheritance on and like Johansen you ram that shit as far into Cthulhu’s sleepy eye as you possibly can. Regardless of how it all ends. You delegitimize the system. You take everything you possibly can get from it and you rob it blind any way you can. Legally of course through any clever loophole you can find, because (taps NSA microphone) we’re good upright citizens who don’t commit any crimes and disavow any and all illegal activity.

Some seek a much more simple way to terminate this endless suffering. Listening to the wisdom of the modern nomads, they have joined the caldera deathcult and pray earnestly five times a day in the direction of Yellowstone for one final eruption to scald away our modern sins. Along this same vein, even the insects in people suits who work unpaid overtime to bring about PissEarth, 2025 stare hopefully up at the stars, not to explore them but to pull down a meteor and simply end it all. Personally, I’m pulling for a nice little grey goo scenario, an experiment of the Han Empire run amok that engulfs, smothers, and consumes the entire world. These are understandable expressions. The trashworld citizen, who knows the world for what it is, who often sat in silence like a totemic mystic once intoned “we are fucking up shit that cannot be easily unfucked“. It’s the bleak reality of a grim future, so why not end it all with a pithy “gg, everybody”.

I have another vision though. A hypnopompic one not as clear, like a dream that fades in the morning but you retain some inkling of it as you go about your day-to-day life. When I meditate I can almost see it within my mind’s eye.

I can see that even in a world lit up in gasoline-doused fires, where pain is maximal, there are men who have learned to love life so much that they will defend the last dignified patch of wood with their very lives, and not a care for how little it all means. I can still see little babies being born and suckling at their mother’s breasts in the dark of night as plastic meteors go down over the lonely mountains. I can see bands of foolhardy boys laugh about the stories they’ve heard, when technological demons once roamed the earth. I can see cold, bitter days made just a bit less uncomfortable by a fire that people learned to light by their grandfathers and great-uncles.

It must be made clear that these green dreams are not premonitions, only some slumbering notions of a better future after the inevitable long dark. Extinction is always on the table, always a possibility, and that wave of existential terror thunders inside like a beating heart in every action.

Short of a miraculous consciousness simultaneously sweeping across the great swaths of the abolished humanity, you will not stop PissEarth. It lumbers and slouches toward us, consuming everything it sees with the moral imperative of a brimstone preacher. To fight against PissEarth will be to engage in the inner jihad, to always be at war with one’s self and the world as the wars of PissEarth, 2025 are maximal wars. The forever wars.

We are not the middle children of history. We are the abandoned children of history, set down in the bulrushes of a river so polluted that it’s being set on fire. Like the Cuyahoga, I don’t know if this one has any chance of being fixed in time to undo any of the damage. Humanity has been abolished and PissEarth is rolling out the recall. You might call this bleak, you might call this depressing, but the facts are the facts and it has become clear there are two types of people in the modern world and there will only ever be these two types of people. Those who want to live and those who want to die. Those who want to die, who have given up on life, are the denizens of PissEarth, whose own lives are simulacrum broadcast back to them by malevolent entities charging them for the privilege. Those who want to live will, to a man and woman, be banished to the outer dark and be made to fend for themselves against every hostile entity, their own just desserts for rejecting the Superior Future.

Do you love life? Do you want life for your descendants? Do you want any hope against just how bad things are going to be? Then you better learn to swim in a burning river, my man, because what else are you going to do?

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