#Katrina Monroe

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Fave Five: New LGBTQ+ Adult Horror (2023 Edition)

For 2022 titles, click here. A Light Most Hateful by Hailey Piper Graveyard of Lost Children by Katrina Monroe Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfitt Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

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⭐️⭐️

Through the midnight door, Katrina Monroe

Summary:

As emotional as it is haunting, Through the Midnight Door explores the sometimes-fragile bonds of sisterhood and the way deeply rooted trauma can pass from generation to generation.

The Finch sisters once spent long, hot summers exploring the dozens of abandoned properties littering their dying town--until they found an impossible home with an endless hall of doors...and three keys left waiting for them. Curious, fearless, they stepped inside their chosen rooms, and experienced horrors they never dared speak of again.

Now, years later, youngest sister Claire has been found dead in that old, desiccated house. Haunted by their sister's suicide and the memories of a past they've struggled to forget, Meg and Esther find themselves at bitter odds. As they navigate the tensions of their brittle relationship, they draw unsettling lines between Claire's death, their own haunted memories, and a long-ago loss no one in their family has ever been able to face. With the house once again pulling them ever-closer, Meg and Esther must find the connection between their sister's death and the shadow that has chased them across the years...before the darkness claims them, too.

Review:

I think I had too high expectations for this book and sadly they weren’t met 🙁 it felt a little like it was trying to do something good but it never quite reached it, and by the time the resolution came around it just felt like a let down instead of being satisfactory.

The pace is kinda slow so it made it feel even longer than it actually is, and around the 40% mark I was ready to dnf, but I pushed through and tbh wasn’t really worth it. Plus I just couldn’t bring myself to care about the characters, so with each page I was just waiting for it to get good and it never quite did.

Thank you to NetGalley and Katrina Monroe for an ARC in exchange on an honest review.

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New Nathan Ballingrud novella out today :)

Years ago, in a cave beneath the dense forests and streams on the surface of the moon, a gargantuan spider once lived. Its silk granted its first worshippers immense faculties of power and awe.

It’s now 1923 and Veronica Brinkley is touching down on the moon for her intake at the Barrowfield Home for Treatment of the Melancholy. A renowned facility, Dr. Barrington Cull’s invasive and highly successful treatments have been lauded by many. And they’re so simple! All it takes is a little spider silk in the amygdala, maybe a strand or two in the prefrontal cortex, and perhaps an inch in the hippocampus for near evisceration of those troublesome thoughts and ideas.

But patients aren’t the only ones with trouble on their minds, and although the spider’s been dead for years, its denizens are not. Someone or something is up to no good, and Veronica just might be the cause.

Available from MacMillan

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11 and 26 for the random/one-off OCs ask game? I am so curious!

Oooo yes both wonderful choices! You’ve chosen:

Minority Report: I Spy

Starring Karen Gillan as Katrina Monroe, police officer in a relationship with Danny Witwer

And Winona Ryder as Monica Witwer, Danny’s sister who is involved with John Anderton

The Santa Clause: Last Christmas

Starring Natalia Dyer as Eleanor “Ellie” Calvin, Scott Calvin’s eldest daughter who has a big ol’ crush on Bernard the Elf

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Hourglasses: Vedic Astrology Analysis

I've already made posts about how different planets/naks affect one's facial appearance. I thought it would be interesting to see how one's placements affect one's body as well.

This is going to be a long post so grab some popcorn and lezz gooo

This post will focus on what creates an hourglass body aka the most desirable female body type, astrologically.

Let us begin with THE hourglass lady

Marilyn Monroe

This is a woman whose name was synonymous with "hourglass" and who popularized this body type in the 1950s.

She's Rohini Sun, Dhanishta Moon and Ashlesha Rising

2. Elizabeth Taylor

Liz was also known for her hourglass bod. While Marilyn had an "ingenue" image, Liz was a siren.

Shatabhisha Sun, Vishaka Moon and Jyeshta Rising

3. Beyonce

She's Purvaphalguni Sun, Vishaka Moon and Chitra Rising

4. Sofia Vergara

She's Punarvasu Sun & Moon

5. Scarlett Johansson

Anuradha Sun & Rising with Vishaka Moon. Mercury in Jyeshta atmakaraka

6. Salma Hayek

She's Purvaphalguni Sun with UBP moon. Venus in Ashlesha atmakaraka

7. Christina Hendricks

Bharani Sun, Shravana Moon, Rohini Rising with Venus in Mrigashira atmakaraka

8. Brigitte Bardot

Hasta Sun, Rohini Moon and Jyeshta Rising with Saturn in Dhanishta atmakaraka

9. Sophia Loren

Uttaraphalguni Sun, Dhanishta Moon (atmakaraka) and Mula rising

10. Kat Dennings

Mrigashira Sun, Magha Moon, Mars in Uttarashada atmakaraka

11. Kelly Brook

Anuradha Sun, Purvashada Moon and Hasta Rising. Venus in Jyeshta amatyakaraka, Mercury in Vishaka atmakaraka

12. Jessica Simpson

Punarvasu Sun & Mercury (atmakaraka), Ardra Moon, Vishaka Rising

13. Pamela Anderson

Ardra Sun, Aswini Moon and Mrigashira Rising

Mars in Chitra atmakaraka, Mercury in Punarvasu amatyakaraka

14. Dita Von Teese

Hasta Sun & Mercury, Mrigashira Moon and Ketu in Punarvasu

Venus in Ashlesha atmakaraka

15. Anita Ekberg

Hasta Sun, Venus & Ketu, Aswini Moon, Mercury in Uttaraphalguni atmakaraka and Jupiter in Ashlesha amatyakaraka

16. Jean Harlow

Shatabhisha Sun, Revati Moon atmakaraka, Uttaraphalguni Rising and Ketu in Vishaka

17. Mae West

Magha Sun, Ardra Moon, Krittika Rising, Venus in Punarvasu atmakaraka

18. Honey Lee

Shatabhisha Sun, Chitra Moon (amatyakaraka), Mercury in Dhanishta atmakaraka, Venus conjunct Mars in UBP

19. Kim Novak

Dhanishta Sun & Mercury, Shravana venus, saturn and rising, Uttaraphalguni Moon & Jupiter (atmakaraka)

20. Rita Hayworth

Chitra Sun & Mercury, UBP/PBP Moon, Krittika Rising, Jupiter in Punarvasu atmakaraka

21. Claudia Cardinale

Aswini Sun & Mercury, Venus (atmakaraka) & Ascendant in Bharani, Moon in Swati

22. Gina Lollobrigida

Ardra Sun, Purva Phalguni, Mrigashira Rising, Mars in Ashlesha atmakaraka

23. Jennifer Lopez

JLo is Pushya Sun, Mercury & Rising, Vishaka Moon, Venus in Mrigashira atmakaraka

24. Jayne Mansfield

Aswini Sun, Dhanishta Moon, Ardra Rising, Mars conjunct Ketu in Magha

25. Dahyun from Twice

Dahyun is Rohini Sun, Ardra Moon, Mercury in Krittika atmakaraka

26. Jennie

Jennie is Uttarashada Sun, Vishaka Moon and Ketu in Revati

27. Priyanka Chopra

She's Punarvasu Sun & Mercury, Rohini Moon & Rising

28. Sridevi

Sridevi was Ashlesha Sun & Rising (and Venus) with Krittika Moon

29. Katrina Kaif

Katrina is a Punarvasu Sun (atmakaraka), Hasta Moon and Pushya Mercury & Rising with Ketu in Jyeshta

30. Tammanah

Mula Sun, Hasta Moon, Mercury in Purvashada atmakaraka with Ketu in Ashlesha

From all the above mentioned ladies and their placements what's apparent to me is that a combination of Moon/Jupiter/Saturn/Mercury in a chart is what creates an hourglass body on a woman. Obviously you can have all these placements and have another body type because genetics also play a role <3

Moon and Jupiter are what create curves, Mercury & Saturn are what determines bone structure.

So a balance between the two is what creates a body that is voluptuous yet ideally proportionate.

So many women on this list have Mercury atmakaraka/amatyakaraka and manyyy have Ashlesha as their atmakaraka nakshatra or another Mercurial nak in their big 3. Ardra nak crops up often because it belongs to Gemini (mercury) rashi and creates small ish, delicate bone structure

Mars & Venus are secondary influences and usually prominent in the charts of taller, more voluptuous hourglasses.

Taurus rashi and Gemini rashi were the most common among these famous hourglass women

Feline yoni (cat, tiger, lion) was also popular which makes sense because these women have a very animal like magnetism. Animals in the cat family are very sexy but also dangerous. Another common yoni animal was Serpent yoni. I had previously observed that Serpent yoni was common in the charts of most sex symbols. And most of these women on this list are considered sex symbols.

I hope this was insightful <3

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Horror & Thriller Books with Queer characters: 🏳️‍🌈🎃

The Girls Are Never Gone by Sarah Glenn Marsh

Ace Of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand

Burn Down, Rise Up by Vincent Tirado

Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice

The Coldest Touch by Isabel Sterling

Murder Takes The High Road by Josh Lanyon

A Dowry Of Blood by S.T Gibson

The Taking Of Jake Livingston by Ryan Douglass

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

Catherine House by Elizabeth Thomas

Manhunt by Gretchen Felcker-Martin

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala

A Lesson In Vengeance by Victoria Lee

The Diviners by Libba Bray

Her Body And Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado

The Route Of Ice And Salt by José Luis Zárate

The Dead And The Dark by Courtney Gould

The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros

The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu

Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Queen Of Teeth by Hailey Piper

Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher

The Cabin At The End Of The World by Paul Tremblay

It Came From The Closet by Various Authors

House Of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

What Moves The Dead by Ursula Vernon

These Fleeting Shadows by Kate Alice Marshall

Night Of The Living Queers by Various Authors

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey

They Drown Our Daughters by Katrina Monroe

Graveyard Of Lost Children by Katrina Monroe

The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew White

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew White

Dead Flip by Sara Farizan

The Many Half-Lived Lives of Sam Sylvester by Maya Macgregor

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca

Everything The Darkness Eats by Eric LaRocca

Into The Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

The Monster of Elendhaven by Jennifer Giesbrecht

White Is For Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

The Promise of Lost Things by Helena Dunbar

Prelude For Lost Things by Helena Dunbar

My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron

All The White Spaces by Ally Wilkes

As I Descended by Robin Talley

This Is Where We Talk Things Out by Caitlin Marceau

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Vampire the Requiem Fanfic: Thirst, Chapter 4 - Her Blasphemous Tongue

Here it is on AO3 if you prefer.

When an emissary from the Overseers comes to try and broker some sort of peace, Monroe sees herself in a position of vulnerability; later that night, she commits a terrible blasphemy that turns the tide of her revolution forever.

The sheet metal roof made a racket as if under the staccato tap of sharp nails under the rain. The abandoned lecture hall at San Toreno Tech College, closed since Hurricane Katrina had rushed through, was built in the style of an amphitheater and perfect for the raucous debates and contentious voting that defined the Syndicate’s messy function.

When Karl Hann had, with no small amount of typical Ventrue hubris, presented the red vellum envelope - seriously, vellum? - with the black seal of the Overseer Committee to Monroe, she’d known what to expect. Dissembling. Stalling. A proposal that, while carefully crafted to sound promising and vaguely threatening, would ultimately amount to nothing. Once her trademark patience would have given her the fortitude to tolerate such expected bloviating. Now, however…

“The Committee has authorized me to take whatever your demands are and present them myself, which under Section IV of the Ashland Code is a power they may grant. After all, you agreed to it yourself,” Hann reminded her - it wasn’t necessary, she and every Kindred present had little choice but to make their mark on the Black Stellae to receive Hunting Grounds in their masters’ domains. It was on those volcanic-glass pillars that the domain’s laws were inscribed. The whole affair reminded Monroe of children who thought themselves victorious since they’d found a rule that prevented them from having to sit down and talk.

A rule was only as good as the grip it had on people’s belief.

“I’m sure we can make accommodations without having to resort to anything like that chain insolence two nights prior.”

Anger spiked in her throat again - literally, as if something sharp had risen from the furnace of her gut to stab her, a sensation she was unfamiliar with. Insolence . The Beast perched in her thalamus, whispering in tune with her base desires that such mockery made her look weak should it go unpunished, and uncharacteristically she’d given in. “You think that’s all this is, don’t you,” Monroe growled through her teeth, crumpling the vellum in her hands without even reading a quarter of the document. “Some long-sustained tantrum that ya’ll think you can just defuse, let it get lost in the tangle of administration.”

She felt eyes widening in alarm around her - Little John, never one for confrontation despite his towering mass, put a hand on her forearm as she rose from her seat at the long table. She shook him off as heat flushed through her veins. “You’ve never taken us seriously, you look at us the same way the Kine see pigs and chickens.”

“Respectfully Miss Carter I protest this characterization.” He didn’t even bother to sound like he believed it; the greasy way he looked down upon them, perched safely on the lap of Maksim’s authority. “Every one of your contributions is admired, and the Committee remains dedicated to your protection. There have been some misunderstandings over the past two years, but that is all buried and forgiven; these nights require no less.” His carefully manicured smile was poison in their hearts. 

“Easy to say when you live in a penthouse on Saxby,” Nettletongue pointed out, her voice like a barbed stinger piercing the surface of a pond. “My company never recovered after you provoked Ariadne and the other moon-cursed. You know she did something to my stock - ”

“The case is still open Miss Nettle, last I checked with the compensator secretary.” The Ventrue gave a genteel gesture toward the serpentine woman seated at Monroe’s side. “You can’t expect them to proceed without you doing your part in the investigation process.”

“How do I prove anything about their weird voodoo beyond what I gave you? You haven’t even changed my geld burden, I can barely keep my boats running,” She snarled, a shiver coursing through her body from her torso to the tightly-drawn, black braid hanging down her back. 

Monroe and most of the Syndicate were well and familiar with this particular casualty of the Cull, that ill-fated conflict with the Lupines that had consumed the previous year. The party line was that it was caused by their natural aggression toward denizens of the night, but everyone blamed everyone else for its ignition in some fashion. The savages had taken something from all of them, their claws dug into operations nobody had even known about…in the case of Nettletongue, who’d ‘inherited’ a small cargo-shipping firm from her brother-in-law under strange circumstances, a series of freakish mishaps had resulted in sunken vessels, lost clients and employee death.

“I understand that procedure can be burdensome, but you’ll see that going through the proper channels will pay off if you can produce what is required on your end.” The way he turned his palm upward to feign a sort of dignified helplessness reminded Monroe of the way one might beckon a dog. “Did not the Pakhan extend to you a loan from his very own pocket?”

Each of them felt the sting from that one - Monroe saw it in Little Sam’s bedraggled gaze, shifting from sullen to ice-cold. She saw it in the way Carmine’s jaw clenched, the young Ventrue’s cracked pride showing through his cool stare. Yes the Pakhan had been terribly generous with his money, a gnarled vine of usury crawling through each of their gardens; typical Bratva he was, when members of her covenant had proven unable to repay the interest he demanded compensation in kind…whether repugnant labor or giving up precious relics of their human lives, at least a quarter of their number carried debt through Maksim.

“Your petitions will be heard, the lords and ladies of both estate and church will attend to whatever ails you as best as their resources can provide. I’ll see to it myself.” The Overseers’ representative changed his tone with enough suddenness to catch most of them off guard - even Monroe had to admit Hann had Windy City politicians beat.

“How can we trust you?” Tucker rose from his seat with a sort of disturbing speed; she could feel the displaced air from his alacrity.

Karl calmly reached into the sleeve of his finely pressed suit, sliding forth a gilded stiletto - a mark of rank granted to all Ancillae in service of the Overseers. 

“I hear you. I don't begrudge your mistrust, and I sympathize with your situation.” He pressed the tip of the ceremonial blade into his palm, never flinching as a bead of oily crimson welled to the surface. The Ancilla’s vitae caught everyone's attention, like a kennel of hungry dogs focused on a single chop of fresh meat. “I, Karl Hann, solemnly offer this blood-oath. I will deliver your demands to the Overseer Committee, and will work to see them attended to within the month.”

A murmur rose among the gathered. For many of the Syndicate's number, such a pledge was as good as any promises they could receive. Even Monroe, were she not in this state of heightened awareness and outrage, might have believed their struggle ended here.

Is this real? Is he actually operating in good faith?

No. Never.

What if this is real? What if…we can avoid more bullshit, more risking our necks and hearts?

Marley thought that.

But -

They will no longer fear you.

He will lie, and all they will remember is your incompetence.

You know what happens if your power fades.

She'd be nothing then. Just another hungry, fanged maw in the night, and with her leadership broken…they'd be free to end her.

Fear of losing the place she'd fought and killed for, of oblivion creeping up on her lain low in the night, took control. He's a liar…he's a snake. Whenever the reformists throw their lot in with the center of power, they lose. You're right…so what should I do?

Show them you do not fear the Elder Dead.

Fine.

“You're a fucking LIAR!”

All eyes were upon her in varying states of shock. She’d been skirting along a complete break with old etiquette for months, but insulting an Ancilla was akin to…well, challenging a cop. Swearing at a priest. The boat upon which they delicately danced lurched with sudden violence in Monroe’s direction, dangerously close to the currents of savagery running through every Kindred’s heart.

“Carter chill out,” she heard Little Sam stage-whisper a few seats down - understandable that she’d be the most frightened of all of them.

“Yeah come on chief, this is an opportunity we haven't had before,” muttered Sherman uneasily as a shadow fell over Karl Hann’s statuesque visage. No Ventrue relished their authority being challenged.

They’re cowards. You know this. Do not stand alone, gurgled The Beast through a mouthful of gore.

This time she’d listened to the susurrating voice because it was right - in a way she’d fired off the first round, and now she needed it to hit home. “That’s why we don’t get nowhere,” she growled at the gathered members of the Syndicate as much as Karl. “Cuz we’re putting our faith again in people like him, who’re just an extra step to throwing our demands in the trash.”

“But there’s no other way to get them to hear us, you can’t force their hand with idiot anger.” Nettletongue, true to her name, did little to quiet her voice. Unknowingly they were simply strengthening the Overseers’ noose around their throats, fearing consequences they’d all suffered in one form or another.

Awaken them.

Her Majesty was a Swiss Army Knife for emotion - as apt at rousing desire as it was at kindling anger, the Blood boiled in her heart as her words linked the Syndicate’s members to her, mainlining rage into their fearful minds…but as much as she desired, she didn’t let it out in a rush of violence yet. Instead, she rose from her seat and trailed to the back of the hallway, which had been turned into a sort of memorial for those who’d fallen for the Cause. She gently removed the small, lacquered wood box containing Marley’s remains, carrying it reverently back to her seat to set upon the table.

The strings of their hearts were stretched toward her, hooked on her every move like tense steel springs. Tucker hissed between his teeth at the handling of his best friend’s ashes when Monroe slid the lid from the box, tipping it forward to show the gray powder within, hiding a pair of curved white fangs. “This was our representative that we sent to them. None of ya’ll knew court manner and ritual like Marley did, and not even half of you were half as good-hearted. They killed him to remind us that we’re chattel, and you’re concerned that I called their tool out for what he is? You actually trust their creature?”

She twisted the metaphysical wires dug into their amygdalae with each carefully chosen word, each expertly sculpted gesture. “Tucker…you got something you’ve been wanting to say to them. You’ve said it to us for months, but here, now, is your chance. Mr. Hann, you wanna hear him out?”

“I am not here to soothe your emotions. I’m here as your last chance to get your message across to your goodly masters,” the Ventrue reminded them with the callous dismissal of undeserving nobility. “If you have no demands to levy, then I suggest - ”

“ Fuck you.”

Those words were the second gunshot she’d been waiting for. Tucker was on his feet now - if the Damned could cry, she knew tears of fury would be crawling down his dusky cheeks. “She’s right. We cringe and shrink a’fore those liches. We beg for just a bit of relief, and they murder us.” The other Brujah slammed his fist on the table, rattling Marley’s ash-box, but rather than flinch away she felt the thirty gathered Neonates reeled in, ever closer. “So here’s your message you can take back to ‘em.” A crude gesture followed.

The dam broke.

“Carter’s right…we don’t have anything to fear from you,” Vorath laughed. “Maybe you should turn tail and go back to Maksim, let him know you fucked up by kickin’ the hornets’ nest.” The Gangrel’s mirthless smile was a display of fangs that reminded her of an angry mandrill, round green lenses of his shades reflecting Hann’s increasingly outraged expression.

Thank you yet again, Vorath. Monroe couldn’t help herself. When Karl made eye contact with her she smirked. “Run home to your master before we send you back to him…lotta Kindred here who’d take out on your fool head what Maksim’s done to our own.”

Technically one could say that hostilities began with him, as his own Beast flashed before his eyes and he uttered a sound not far from a gigantic rattlesnake. Karl’s fangs gleamed in the meeting house light as he brought the force of his Dominance down upon her, his command to “Kneel!” as metaphysical as verbal. Perhaps he knew about the Syndicate’s cultivated resistance to those sorts of controls and had acted anyway; perhaps he was ignorant. 

They didn’t need to know that she’d roped him along as well, using her own blood magic to stoke his outrage beyond its restraint. 

In a dramatic show of defiance, the whole scene choreographed carefully to reach this point, she called to her brothers and sisters of the Ashland Syndicate to come to her aid. The sight of all two and a half dozen Vampires throwing themselves on the object of her ire nourished the very core of her monstrous being, the rush of power as addictive as nicotine. Tucker’s gnarled fists, Nettletongue’s chair, Sherman’s pipe wrench rose and fell in a rapid-fire rhythm that made her recall Yusuf’s music.

Karl Hann, his jaw smashed and his limbs bent at odd angles, had cursed and howled as Sherman hammered a broken chair leg into the ancilla’s unholy heart - staking a Vampire was a sight that dredged up something dreadful in the collective human psyche. Like exorcizing a demon, there was a dark ritual to it that many of them had partaken in, for while it did not technically result in a Vampire’s Final Death, it came dangerously close. Thrown into torpor, drying beneath his suit into a hollow-cheeked corpse, they’d packed his remains in a wooden crate and tasked one of Vorath’s thralls to haul him back to Riverside, at the gate of Pakhan Maksim’s mansion.

Caught up in her infectious tumult, the thoroughly roused rabble went forth into the night to hunt, to feed and revel. To fuck and partake with rabid energy in the things that made them more than simple gore-drinking corpses.

Later on, she’d wonder at herself - why had she thought about the dead guitarist in that moment? Of further mystery was the fact that while her Majesty was considerable, she’d never wielded it with that much potency or across such a wide gathering.

The next night, at the weekly Dark Mass…

“These are the teachings of our Dark Saviour: “ In a fit of rage I abandoned the city, to wander for many a quiet night. I know not how many times the moon coiled, for I nearly starved in my travels. From time to time a lowly shepherd sated my hellish new thirst, but the wilderness and fields are no place for one such as I… ”

The priest droned on, his words becoming a sort of undifferentiated pious mush. Monroe was well and familiar with the Torments of Longinus, the supposed progenitor of their kind. The whole affair struck her as a meager exercise to make sense of senseless creatures such as they, even if she’d once believed fervently that God had a place in mind for them. She knew better now.

Seated in the far row of uncomfortable pews of smooth-carven wood, Monroe was normally able to tune out these de facto mandatory sermons. When the priest finished lecturing them on the virtues of never straying beyond Ashland’s borders - a mix of common-sense advice to avoid savage things loping through the shadowy wetlands off the road, and to keep the flock in their place - then would come the Weekly Tithe.

After that, no doubt one of the Enforcers would pluck her forth, dragging her before the Overseers to answer for staking Karl…what had come over her? She'd dreamed of such violent catharsis but to actually act upon it was almost suicidally foolish. Now she cursed herself, dreading whatever they might do to her.

Would she be staked in turn? Would they maim her, perhaps by cutting off an arm like they had with old Strauss? Considering what they'd done to Marley, would she be subject to the worst of punishments, tied to an iron pipe and left out for the sun to consume her?

Monroe squirmed under the burden of it all, distinctly uncomfortable. 

Never at home in her Sunday Best, her obsidian-shiny blouse felt as if it was sticking to her skin though she couldn’t perspire without the Blush of Life; no reason to maintain it here amidst the other Damned. Even the flowing skirt of modest linen, draping over her crossed knees, somehow felt like a humidity-soaked burden. Every emotion remained sharpened - especially rage, vindictiveness and sensitivity to the injustice she and her kin had been subjected to.

Fear, of course, over her impending punishment.

Carter’s attention wandered, her parasitic mind hunting for a solid concept to latch onto; she sought her closer confidants in the Syndicate, spread as they were amidst the Ancillae and those Neonates too weak to join their number. 

Seated directly to her left, Tucker gazed sullenly ahead. His stooped form looked gaunt under the faded white of a suit that reminded her of a newscaster in the Nixon Administration. In the pew behind, Nettletongue’s sea green turtleneck emphasized her cobra-like aspect, and while she didn’t exactly appear starving, Samara was another story. The little Gangrel looked like she’d washed up, tangled in seaweed from the gulf. Her face was drawn and sickly, as if she'd been left in the beach sands for too long.

So many of those under her charge looked similarly ill-tended. Vorath was eyeing the priest's ghoul like an aperitif; Manny was wringing his ring-glittering hands in anxiety; Calda, a pious believer and usually an eager participant in services, stared ahead listlessly. 

They were starving.

To the shifting remains of her moral compass, their suffering was an ethical affront. Her conscious mind whirled with frustration at the unfairness of it all - hungry and drained, relegated to hunting grounds where quality prey was only found with tedious effort, their masters drank their Childers’ vitae from the vein. That servants of the Overseers dwelled in downtown opulence and drank from trafficked blood dolls wrankled her; even the blood dolls lived in plush luxury.

The Beast, however, saw an opportunity…a way to avoid, or at least to dilute, the consequences of what they'd done to Karl Hann.

It felt as if the priest was staring directly her way as he traced the end of an ebony wand beneath scripture, inked on parchment as old as Isidoro. His words made the veins in her ears throb. “ And I spotted, in the stable yard, a monk of lean and airy countenance, and there he flogged an ass that was clearly too exhausted to move more than an inch with the heavy load it bore. Yet the monk whipped the creature again and again until it collapsed to its knees, weeping and crying rudely for succor. The man’s eyes flashed with rage, and he bellowed and frothed at the mouth like a beast. With alacrity I stole his whip from his gnarled hand and turned it upon him. Over and over again the whip met flesh, until there was no flesh left upon him and he begged for my mercy…”

Wrath. How fitting. Had word reached the priest, perhaps, of her unmerciful treatment of Maksim’s creature last night?

“ Those Kindred who accept the truth of God’s plan in their lifeless hearts may study and pray in such a place as I have wrought, and the lifeblood of our divine purpose will flow within their ranks… ”

There it was: Torments 35, verses 3 and 4. The signal to rise and give tribute of their heartsblood, that part of the dark mass they all despised regardless of their piety. Heavy red curtains behind the altar drew aside, revealing the Helgethene Chalice - either a priceless old world antique, or a chintzy modern creation depending on whom you asked. It had aspects of both in Monroe's eye, with it's Faberge-gilded rim inset with rubies, as well as the five needle-tipped medical hoses that fed into its base.

The forty-odd Neonates and roughly one dozen Ancillae formed a queue, with Monroe shuffled somewhere near the middle. The pressure of ritual behavior and herd mentality drove her ever closer to the Chalice, above which sat Bishop Odovico on a throne carved from black marble. He extolled a God that had long abandoned this world in Latin, a chant-dirge as five Kindred took places around the Chalice and inserted a needle into their wrists.

The sight was almost hypnotic, that wine-dark blood pumping into the crystalline glass. Each of them were obligated to give five heartbeats worth of their essence, roughly enough to awaken from daysleep three times…given the difficulty of hunting, of attending to their individual dramas, it was a ruinous price.

Not a one of those who paid the Blood Tribute could escape enervation. Each who came away from the grail wore starvation on their faces. Corra Wilson leered outward with glassy blue corpse-eyes, lips pulled back like a maw to reveal the saber sharpness of her growing teeth. Vorath, his token smile replaced by an unwholesome snarl - his black curls usually fell about his face in disarray but now they framed his visage like matted fur. William in his obscuring gray suit, complete with a bowler hat five decades out of style, seemed a piscine shadow, smelled like it too.

Five more ahead of her formed a circle around the vessel, hooking themselves to it as Odovico and a small chorus of blue-robed Ancillae chanted to the low hum of a small pipe organ; she imagined the Bishop's stare beneath his silvery veil from his sunken sockets, hanging over her like a guillotine blade…the pressure made her want to jump out of her skin, to throw a Catechist tome through a window or some other ridiculous outburst. She was yet under this…spell, whatever it was, that was affecting her judgment; rendering her a potent storm where she should have been a barely noticeable doom-zephyr.

After she gave her tithe, drained of strength, she would likely be pulled from the procession, or perhaps snatched off the street and stuffed into a van.

What the hell am I gonna do?

You can't kill them. They are old and grave, you are young prey. The Beast was louder than ever, more lucid than she'd ever heard this aspect of her internal monologue. 

If I run and hide they'll find me, and I'll have nothing and nobody when they come.

Sherman’s fists clenched behind her, the steely bones in his knuckles popping - his anger was like smelling salts passing under her nose. He wasn't alone either; all neonates despised parting with their hard won blood, and with little to show for it. Imagery of last night's violent staking of Karl played on repeat through her mind unbidden. Such a display of uncivilized behavior offended all, from bottom to top, not just because it reminded everyone of just what they were beneath the pomp and politics. It was a stark message, that should the younger licks find the will to unite they could topple their elders who were few in number; yet the youth's cowardice and self-regard proved a looming bulwark rarely overcome. Easier and safer to scrape by in the muck on vile blood than to risk oblivion for a better eternity.

But as of late Monroe had been able to surmount that wall and directly threaten the Overseers; all she needed was to somehow pull the others up with her and convince them it was their own desire to do so…before she got ashed, of course.

They cannot ash all of us.

‘Course not…what's that got to do with anything?

The Beast licked its dry chops, the afterimage of its shadow playing in her mind’s eye. Here is our opportunity to thin the blood of their ire. A single blasphemer is burned at the stake and forgotten but three dozen?

Three dozen blasphemers? It alarmed Monroe how quickly she leapt at the opportunity to escape (in)justice without considering the realistic range of her abilities, or the moral implications. To inspire an act of desecration and defiance in church was much harder than simply rousing her people against a single arrogant Ventrue (even if Karl Hann may have very well been negotiating in good faith) as it went against the pious inclinations of at least a third of her Syndicate; her Majesty was no weak thing either, but at best she could incense…ten Kindred at the very most.

We are more than once we were, that red voice reminded her. Torporing their messenger was no fluke.

This was true…she didn't know why, but her command of the Brujah Discipline of Majesty had taken on greater potency; where once she cast her hooks into the sea of minds to catch a few hearts, drawing them in her wake, it was as if she’d come into a barbed net. Why though? How did this happen?

Five steps closer…she was nearly at the sacristy now, her fellow childer stepping away drawn and drained as they trailed past like wraiths.

Time to act.

Her pumps clicked up the smooth staircase to the base of the Bishop's throne; she swore she could see his dried out tongue sliding along his upper lip like some desert predator peeking from its barren lair.

Callow Samara, razor-edged Nettletongue, long-faced Wilhelm, and doughty Mercedes took their places around the goblet with resignation. She felt their eyes upon her - all knew what awaited Monroe Carter beyond the Narthex doors yet not a one emerged from the shadowy eaves of their fear to help her. She, who had sacrificed and suffered to bring them together, to hammer these 30-odd Vampires from broken shards into a threatening knife hovering at their masters' throats.

Monroe held the needle-tipped hose in her grasp as she gazed into the tenebrous blood pooled in the massive goblet. What do I owe them? What have they done for me, after all I've given?

Nothing.

Guided by impulse she'd once chained to the brackets of her better judgment, Monroe Carter stepped to the altar and seized the silver censer that yet reeked of myrrh and olibanum. Before the shocked gazes of all in attendance she whirled it above her head and brought it up and under in a smoking arc. Its flanged head struck the gilded crystal and smashed the whole thing to splinters, a tide of ensorcelled vitae rushing free to stain the marbles floor of the church. It washed around her ankles and cascaded down the steps to flow among the pews, shocking and scandalizing both the pious and the secular.

Monroe cast the net of her Majesty to land amidst her Syndicate, dragging them along through the headwaters of her thoughts to be washed away by the tide of her anger . Throwing the censer with a clatter at Bishop Odovico’s feet, she raised her fist above her head.

“Not a drop more!” She raged, cracking the metaphysical whip of her Majesty. “Not until you meet our demands!”

The first to act - likely out of his inclination toward obeisance as much as smoldering anger at the tithe - was Tucker, who rose from his pew. “She's right - you take and take from us, and offer nothing but bullshit sermons and empty promises!”

Like a chain reaction it spread until Kindred both in the line of procession and those who'd already given were shouting their discontent. Odovico had grown deathly still, clasping his iron staff of authority across his lumpen form as if to shield himself from their choler. Ancillae in the audience, both in fear and anger, attempted to quell the incensed neonates first with sharp tugs of their arms, then with bared fangs and even the scatter-flash of Disciplines. The fury she'd stoked, however, was too great for even those undead to bring to heel.

Monroe watched them, moving to the tune of her dirge d’force. Little John tore a portrait of Saint Angelo the Drake-Slayer from the wall, ripping the priceless art out of its frame. Nettletongue and Vorath had wrestled Nina Santa-Carna, one of Odovico's own get, to the ground and were beating her to a screeching pulp. Even Samara had given in to the affliction of impulse Monroe had slid into her gray matter, slipping golden candlesticks into the voluminous spaces of her sleeves. Amidst it all was a tumult of angry shouting that in the end culminated in their many voices crying out at once: “not a drop more!”

Her shoes making sticky sounds as she turned in the spilt vitae, Monroe regarded Bishop Odovico once more. As his church shattered and broke around him, she expected the rotting old cadaver to censure her at the least, or perhaps even make a move to end her unlife - grotesque he may have been, but such an old predator was a match for far stronger Kindred than Monroe.

To her surprise, he tipped his head forward, a rattling corpse-sigh in his throat suggesting…sorrow perhaps. He rose, and as was the wont of many a Nosferatu, simply disappeared from her perceptions, leaving his throne empty.

She once again found her mind drifting toward Yusuf and his song of destruction as she ascended the steps and, in defiance of previous restraint and long lost deference to the law of the Black Clergy, seated herself upon Odovico's high backed chair. It was cold and hard, and it smelled like corpse ash, aged linen and blood. In spite of that she found herself smiling with mirth.

There was no stopping them now that every one of them was a blasphemer, a heretic.

[lobotomydaughter]

🐈‍⬛ | 2024 reading list

eileen by ottessa moshfegh | in the miso soup by ryu murakami | slow days, fast company by eve babitz | ✰✰✰ the memory police by yoko ogawa | sharks in the rivers by ada límon | sister of mine by laurie petrou | y/n by esther yi | my body by emily ratajkowski | ✰✰✰✰ tennis lessons by susannah dickey | goddess of filth by v castro | ✰✰✰✰

lolita by vladimir nabokov | being lolita by alisson wood | no ballet shoes in syria by catherine bruton | an education in malice by s.t. gibson | a long time dead by samara breger | the hacienda by isabel cañas | the mermaid from jeju by sumi hahn | the lover by silvia moreno-garcia | ✰✰✰✰ água viva by clarice lispector | penance by eliza clark | monstrilio by gerardo sámano córdova | the last tale of the flower bride by roshani chokshi | corazón by yesika salgado | valley of the dolls by jacqueline susann | my body keeps your secrets by lucia osborne-crowley | the torn skirt by rebecca godfrey | a girl is a half-formed thing by eimear mcbride | madonna in a fur coat by sabahattin ali | sugar, baby by celine saintclare | cross roads by laurel hightower | dear laura by gemma amor | they drown our daughters by katrina monroe | the pure moon reflected on the water by zen cho | rest and be thankful by emma glass | the keeper of the night by kylie lee baker | the empress of time by kylie lee baker | notes from the underground by dostoevsky | white nights by dostoevsky | rouge by mona awad | big bad by chandler baker |

[nerdy-prudes-must-age-regress]

hi! Here's my ocs age regress head cannons (I'm sorry it's so long I've grown so attached to them)

Katrina Kacey and kelly age regress headcannons

Katrina:

-she's 35 and regresses 10-12

-even regressed she still feels the need to protect her sisters (there home life is terrible)

-she loves to talk. She hardly ever does on a regular day cause she's deaf in one ear which makes conversation scary for her so when she's little she will talk about anything and everything for hours cause she's not bothered by her deafness as much

-her primary cgs are linda gerald Gary and becky-when she regresses wiggly will kinda show up and regress with her (that's a whole other list of headcannons I can send if you want)

-she loves to build. Like Linda and gerald have bought her like every lego friends set in existence

-whenever she’s little she goes to the monroe house cause it's kinda like an escape for her since it's so different from her everyday life

-linda and gerald even made her her dream kids room

-sometimes she'll play with river. But the other boys make her nervous

-sometimes when she gets really exhausted from talking gerald will carry her to her room and linda or Becky (sometimes Gary when it's just him and gerald) will cuddle with her while she rests

-likes to be called Katty darling and sweetheart

Next is kacey

-kacey is 28 and regresses 6-9

-she works at ccrp. She never wanted anyone to know but one day ted was being well Ted and she had a deadline she didn't know about and started regressing so she ran off mid conversation with Charlotte and Bill. They followed her and thats how they found out

-eventually they helped her tell paul and emma

-her cgs are obviously Charlotte bill Paul and emma

-once Mr Davidson and Melissa took care of her while the others were away on a business trip. They don't speak of it cause she's embarrassed

-she likes to be sang to so Charlotte and Bill will sing to her when she gets tired

-she has terrible arthritis so bad most of the time she needs crutches or even a wheelchair to get around so when the pain gets really bad she has terrible meltdowns.

-these meltdowns are the reason Charlotte bought a weighted blanket and multiple heat pads (the pressure and heat makes the pain more bearable)

-she hates uses her crutches when little so Bill or Paul usually have to carry her around

-she likes painting and drawing when little so she'll set up in Charlotte or bills living room with a movie and just draw or paint for hours

-she has a service dog that somehow just knows when she needs to regress and immediately grabs one of her cg

-for some reason she'll also just like Lay on her back on the floor and stare at the ceiling they aren't really sure why but she giggles a lot when she does it so they're fine with it

-she also loves playing superheros with paul and emma

-she likes to be called ace kid and sweety

Finally kelly:

-she's 18 and regresses anywhere from 1 to 5

-primary gcs are steph grace pete Ruth and sometimes miss holloway and duke

-she was scared for her friends to find out but then she found out Richie regressed and slipped in front of them and they were so sweet about it cause she regressed pretty young

-she does not talk at all when little. She doesn't talk a ton anyway but when little she goes completely non verbal will not make a sound

-she likes when grace sings to her even though it's church songs

-most of the time she'll just sit in front of the TV with one of her cartoons on

-her favs are bluey and backyardigans

-she's blind in her left eye so whenever she walks she gets way more clumsy and will just run into walls

-they are all very concerned so someone usually pete has to go with her wherever she goes

-she also gets very picky and will only eat like stephs grilled cheese sandwiches and ruths French fries

-she likes to be called kels bub and angel

Again sorry it's so long your the first person I've told about them and they are precious to me. Thank you for bring a safe space!

OH MYYY I HEART THEM ALLL <333 also. Wiggly. I heard about wiggly. Say more :3

And, it’s completely ok! I get a tad bit overwhelmed from long messages w/o warning so Ty!! And, lastly, your absolutely welcome! I believe every fandom deserves a safe space for anyone(or at least to the non-toxic side), and I want to be someone to help with that <3

[ghostbustermelanieking]

i want to talk to people about books

i feel like i know so few people who enjoy the same kinds of books i do, so i never have anyone to talk to -- so this is a psa! feel free to message or interact with me otherwise if you like/have thoughts on

liane moriarty (big little lies, nine perfect strangers, etc)

rachel harrison

modern day horror (including authors like katrina monroe, zoje stage, jennifer mcmahon, nat cassidy, clay mcleod chapman, chuck wendig, grady hendrix, lots of others)

gillian flynn

margaret atwood

all those thriller ripoffs of gone girl/domestic thrillers in general

the shadowhunter chronicles (tmi, tid, tda, tlh, any of it rly)

stephen king

sally hepworth

mary downing hahn

margaret peterson haddix

there's a lot of kids literature i could fucking DISCUSS i read way more as a kid (did anyone grow up in NC and do battle of the books??)

we could talk about how i was obsessed with john green in the 8th grade (i know) and highlighted all over his books because i found them deeply profound. i also liked the authors who were clearly just trying to replicate that energy (cough cough, robyn schneider -- i enjoy her and i don't care)

i will gladly discuss percy jackson and the heroes of olympus, but be forewarned, i did not like the TV show (NOT because of the actors!! they all did an excellent job it's the writing and general composition of the show that's shit)

talk to me about books please

[ddlcaskblog]

*cracks knuckles*

All right, Monika. I didn't want to have to do this, but you've given me no choice. Since you're so eager to know what our reality is like, it's time to show you...THE TRUTH.

*shows her footage and reports of the Hindenburg*

*shows her footage and reports of Pearl Harbor*

*shows her footage and reports of D-Day*

*shows her footage and reports of FDR's death*

*shows her footage and reports of V-E Day*

*shows her footage and reports of Hiroshima*

*shows her footage and reports of the end of WWII*

*shows her footage and reports of Harry Truman's upset 1948 presidential win*

*shows her footage and reports of Douglas MacArthur's firing*

*shows her footage and reports of Sputnik's launch*

*shows her footage and reports of John Glenn's orbit of Earth*

*shows her footage and reports of Marilyn Monroe's death*

*shows her footage and reports of the Cuban Missile Crisis*

*shows her footage and reports of JFK's assassination*

*shows her footage and reports of Lee Harvey Oswald's assassination*

*shows her footage and reports of Lyndon Johnson dropping out of the 1968 presidential race*

*shows her footage and reports of MLK's assassination*

*shows her footage and reports of RFK's assassination*

*shows her footage and reports of the Apollo 11 moon landing*

*shows her footage and reports of the Apollo 13 crisis*

*shows her footage and reports of the Kent State Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of the Munich Olympics crisis*

*shows her footage and reports of Richard Nixon's resignation*

*shows her footage and reports of the fall of Saigon*

*shows her footage and reports of Elvis Presley's death*

*shows her footage and reports of the Iran Hostage crisis*

*shows her footage and reports of John Lennon's assassination*

*shows her footage and reports of Ronald Reagan being shot*

*shows her footage and reports of the Challenger explosion*

*shows her footage and reports of the fall of the Berlin Wall*

*shows her footage and reports of the beginning of the First Gulf War*

*shows her footage and reports of the Rodney King Riots*

*shows her footage and reports of the Waco standoff*

*shows her footage and reports of the O.J. Simpson saga*

*shows her footage and reports of the Oklahoma City bombing*

*shows her footage and reports of the Flight 800 explosion*

*shows her footage and reports of the Atlanta Olympics bombing*

*shows her footage and reports of Princess Diana's death*

*shows her footage and reports of Bill Clinton's impeachment*

*shows her footage and reports of the Columbine Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of JFK Jr's death*

*shows her footage and reports of the 2000 presidential election controversy*

*shows her footage and reports of 9/11*

*shows her footage and reports of the beginning of the Iraq War*

*shows her footage and reports of Hurricane Katrina*

*shows her footage and reports of the Virginia Tech Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of the 2008 Great Recession crash*

*shows her footage and reports of Barack Obama's 2008 election*

*shows her footage and reports of Michael Jackson's death*

*shows her footage and reports of Osama Bin Laden's killing*

*shows her footage and reports of the Sandy Hook Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of the Boston Marathon bombing*

*shows her footage and reports of the Pulse Nightclub Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of Donald Trump's upset 2016 presidential win*

*shows her footage and reports of the Vegas Country Festival Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of the Parkland Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of Donald Trump's first impeachment*

*shows her footage and reports of Kobe Bryant's death*

*shows her footage and reports of the COVID Pandemic*

*shows her footage and reports of George Floyd's killing*

*shows her footage and reports of Jan. 6th*

*shows her footage and reports of Donald Trump's second impeachment*

*shows her footage and reports of the fall of Kabul*

*shows her footage and reports of the Uvalde Massacre*

*shows her footage and reports of the Maui wildfires*

.

.

.

Keep in mind, Monika, that this is a VERY small sample size of what our world--indeed, my native nation in the United States--has had to deal with over time. This is just some of the stuff we humans in this universe have been able to capture on live film or tape, and we've been around for MILLIONS of years.

If you STILL feel brave enough to want to traverse this world, well...there's not much I or anyone else could probably do to stop you. But you deserve to know the truth--what it was you were ACTUALLY driven to kill the other club members for.

If you need some time alone to reflect and gather yourself, I understand. If you need someone to talk to, I get that too, and I'm here if you need me.

Take care and be good to yourself--and the other club members. <3

M: "..."

M: "Just...Don't show the girls."

[yamamotomotoya]

Now that I've reached a turning point in Fallout 4, I'd like to write down a few things about my OC sole survivors, the Nakahamas.

Spoilers for the story.

First of all, each of them has a historical figure as their motif. Their last name, Nakahama, comes from John Manjiro (Nakahama Manjiro). Hugo is a Japanese-American from a military family. Daniel Inouye is the motif.

Katrina is a European-American, and I have my own image of an old American actress. (But unfortunately, I don't know many old American actresses… Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn?) Her family was a farmer, and she was scouted for her beauty and became a model.

The two met at a US military party, and since they were close in age (late 20s), they gradually became attracted to each other. Then they got caught up in the war.

Hugo meets Codsworth and the Minutemen after the Vault 111 incident.

Meanwhile, Katrina miraculously survived. However, this is Katrina, an innocent and lively girl, before she lost her memory and became a model. She hears about her situation from Codsworth. Hugo eventually infiltrates the Institute. Before that, when she went to Goodneighbor, Hancock was impressed by Hugo's search for his son while helping many people, so she follows him. Katrina, not understanding what was going on, is urged by Codsworth and meets Nick in Diamond City, passing Hugo, and follows Hugo. Just before Hugo meets Sean and is about to blow up the Institute as the Minutemen, Katrina appears, and with her memory back, she tells him the story of what has happened so far. And the young couple from before the war take care of their child, who is much older than them, and work hard to rebuild the Commonwealth.

This is the end of my solesurvivor story. I'm not used to writing this kind of writing, so please don't worry too much about the details.

Bonus. Hugo and Katrina each had a lover, but the couple didn't care and instead accepted them. Nick: Is that okay? Hancock: Well, I guess it's okay.

[amarthfaeg]

VERSES 𖬺͟ MUSES :

( high muse indicated with a * , muses in testing indicated with ** )

lotr / tolkienverse :

· arwen undómiel ( canon )

· éowyn ( canon )

· tauriel ( canon )

· arondir ( canon )

· eryniel of lórien ( original character ) *

· haldir ( canon )

· idis ( canon )

twilight / wwdits / vampire verses :

· katrina denali ( twilight, canon )

· juliet monroe ( verse flex, original character ) *

· nadja of antipaxos ( wwdits, canon ) *

· john mitchell ( being human uk, canon ) **

· annie sawyer ( being human uk, canon )

· daisy hannigan-spiteri ( being human uk, canon ) **

twisters :

· kate carter ( canon ) *

· tyler owens ( canon ) *

hit man :

· gary johnson ( canon ) *

practical magic :

· sally owens ( canon ) *

doctor who :

· eleventh doctor ( canon )

· twelfth doctor ( canon )

new girl :

· nick miller ( canon )

one tree hill :

· peyton sawyer ( canon ) *

misfits :

· alisha daniels ( canon )

you :

· love quinn ( canon ) **

shadow & bone :

· nina zenik ( canon ) **

avatar ( james cameron ) :

· neytiri ( canon )

· nova selfridge ( original character )

the gray man :

· yara sosa ( original character )

slavic folklore :

· rusalka ( headcanon based )

la la land :

· mia dolan ( canon ) **

zootopia :

· (human) judy hopps ( headcanon based ) **

one day :

· emma morley ( novel and series based ) *

… more muses tba ! ♡

⠀

[askkillingbychoice]

Killing By choice: Just the start. ASK ANYTHING.

here Is a sort of draft to introduce one personality and a few small details about the characters.

(IM SORRY MY ARTS CRAPPY IM TIRED😭)

Killing by Choice

-by Kai

Killing by choice is an upcoming comic where il be doing an idea by a friend: To make a game show. The only thing is, they said I'd probably be the HOST of such a show involved with litteral MURDER (how swell 😄). So, as the wonderful person I am, I have created a comic story about such a suggestion.

Story:

a group of Teenagers, who know nothing about eachother, decide to answer a spam email In their inboxes: A game show for a large cash prize.Each teen has a use for this money, but one in particular has their eye on it...This teen is known as Toby. He wants to move out of his homophobic household, and finally be himself. However, with his small paying job and spending habits, he never seems to make enough. He sees this as an opportunity. One at his immediate disposal. He decided to meet the group at the bus station, as states the email.... however things don't go as planned when their all drugged and kidnapped, forced to play a wheel of fortune inspired murder game, where the odds are slim.

Characters: Toby Brennan (15, Male) Edric Thomason (16, Male)

Olivia Diane (17, female)

Katrina Rodney (15, female)

Arthur Monroe (14, male)

Kathy Monroe (14, female)

And we can't forget the host:

Kara Everson (20, female)

This blogs purpose:

Just to be a bit silly and to expirement with my characters a bit as I develop a polished version of the comic for you all. For now, this is what it will be: A small ask blog. I'd say this woukd be within the first month of them being on the show, which would be getting to know eachother and discovering a few secrets, aswell as meeting the host and diving inti the story headfirst so I can see how that goes. Of course, I can't reveal who wins ultimately, as it's all by chance (il legitimately spin a wheel each time there's a reaction so it's all random... sorry!)So yeah, I hope you enjoy.Your Local Artist:-Kai. 2023