#and then proceeded to drug kill and eat their flesh

[redladydeath]

hell, alastor might've even stayed friends with vox if he were a woman. like, we don't know if it's still the case in the final show, but during development it was said that mimzy had/has a crush on alastor and he's still tight with her regardless.

vox was one x chromosome away from saving his relationship with alastor and it's not even because of period-typical homophobia, alastor's just weird like that

Alastor would treat a fem!Vox significantly better than her male counterpart and she’d be positively head-over-heals with him because of it

Fem!Alastor would eat normal Vox alive before he could even get a word in

[fionacle]

read tags before proceeding i’m still talking about gross stuff (long post)

this post isn’t saying that you can’t/shouldn’t want a baby/to be pregnant/to give birth, but it does talk about why one wouldn’t want to, so if you’d rather not read then don’t. note that if any information is inaccurate that’s because the most research i did for this post was googling ‘are babies parasites’ and reading the first sentence of the first result. i am 17 and have never been pregnant or done anything that could get me pregnant. this is a post about fears and discomforts based on observations and memories. this also refers to having vagina + boobs, not everyone who gives birth has boobs, and some HAD a vagina but don’t anymore, but the typical people who try to force kids on you are cis people with typical genitals, so i want to talk about them. especially since i, while being trans and having dysphoria about my chest, have those parts myself. if there’s any part of the pregnancy experience i describe as negative that you see otherwise please don’t be mad, once again this is a post about how i feel.

it’s so bizarre to me that it’s so expected to want to. i know why it’s the norm, when you have such a big milestone in your life you expect it for other people, most people get paternal instincts, and having babies continues the species. but think about it. i won’t get into why you may or may not want to make a baby but there’s artificial insemination anyway so what does it matter. my point is i’m uncomfortable with being intimate, and don’t want someone else’s dna inside me, so that’s step one off the shelf so easily, and all anyone can say is ‘you’ll grow out of those feelings’ (which only makes someone angrier about the thought of pregnancy).

anyway now you have one in you. it’s growing. there is an organism inside of you. people talk about that as so pleasant, but it feels like an alien movie to me. i don’t think baby’s are actually technically parasites, but they function a lot like one in my opinion. they’re attached to you. they suck out your resources for themselves. no matter what you do there is a living thing inside of you and that is a horror i cannot begin to fathom being desirable. did you know lice live under your skin? to me having a baby within me sounds comparable to having a tapeworm. then there’s complications. if you have a miscarriage, you may have to carry a corpse within you to term. dead flesh inside of you. for months. things like that. you get hormones that make you obsessive, rearranging your “nest”, strange cravings. and you have to restrict your intake for the health of the baby. eat more vegetables so it gets vitamins, i don’t anyway but not drugs or alcohol because that could mess up the baby. no excessive activity for most because it could hurt the baby if you fall on your stomach or something, later in the pregnancy the baby bump may be so big some activities aren’t even an option anymore.

now you’re giving birth. ow. fucking ow. labor sucked and you soaked your pants with the water breaking. assuming you’re having a hospital pregnancy, you better pray you have someone you love in the room holding your hand. you better pray the pain medicine kicks in. no matter what, you feel a little body shoving through your hole, and some fuckin guy’s head is between your legs. they’re saying ‘push! push!’ but you barely know what that means! what if the baby comes out feet-first and gets choked by the umbilical cord? this thing you worked so hard to get could just die before you even hold it. assuming you WANT the baby, that’s a huge loss too, and you’ll probably have a whole room prepared that you’ll never be able to look at again without dying a bit, will you give up or try again? another 3/4 year dedicated to some creature you’ve never met and don’t know the fate of. you could also have a c-section, wow a tummy scar that’s fun. that pregnancy and birth could’ve killed you. if you’d had an abortion it could’ve killed you too.

you could also adopt.

so you have your baby. what’s the problem now? first off, potential health problems. what if your baby has a bad heart? what if it’s missing skin on its face or has some other deformity? you should love your child just the same and this doesn’t diminish their worth, but you were expecting a perfect one. a healthy one. maybe you knew about the complications before the birth, but now you have to look at them on your own baby.

your baby is home. you now have to spend a fortune feeding and clothing and teaching it. can you afford that? can you handle the responsibility? do you have others in your life willing to help? if you can’t handle this baby and give it away, will the hormones your body made to make you attached to this baby tear you apart? you’re still lactating, if you don’t empty your boobs that’s gonna swell and hurt and maybe even get infected. what if you keep the baby, but give it all the same traumas your parents gave you. what if you miss milestones? what if there’s another caretaker actively hurting your child but you don’t know how to stop them?

you’ll lose friends too. child—havers tend to stick together, and it’s not all, but there are people without kid who will leave you for having them. they think you’re boring now, or you just can’t relate to each other anymore. your life is your baby, and now you’re not your own person anymore. your child will struggle to see you as a full person too, since you’re their god. you can choose to prioritize yourself, but then aren’t you a bad parent?

your baby grows up. your baby is in school. they’re not your baby, they’re your kid. they’re getting bullied. what do you do? will the pain and shock of your little one being a victim make you scream at them? will you have any actually helpful advice?

your child is even older now. uh oh, they’re showing signs of neurodivergence. maybe even queerness. if you’re against these things, you’ll push back and make them hide themself from you and others, maybe even themself, hurting them in the long run. you don’t know how to deal with these things, you didn’t sign up for this, why couldn’t you just have a normal kid? even if you’re neurodivergent yourself the added responsibility of a child with “special” needs is no easy thing to manage.

your child gets older. they wrecked your car. shit. can you afford to fix that? what’s an appropriately-sized punishment?

they’re 18. they’re leaving you. empty nest. you threw away your life for theirs, what do you do now? the pieces from the trash have all climbed out and moved on, you can’t just pick them up again. you barely even have friends anymore. what the fuck do you do?

and then you have to face your own death twice as much. when i die, will my child have the abilities and resources to care for themself?

so just in case you were ever unsure how to defend not wanting kids, outside of a simple lack of desire, here this is. if you’re the forcing type, hopefully this changes how you go about things, or at least makes you a bit more understanding.

pregnancy can kill you physically, but the toll carrying and raising a child take on you mentally? what part of that is worth it if you don’t REALLY want a kid? and even then, if you assess yourself as an unfit parent (abuse/neglect/etc.), you shouldn’t go for it. it’d be an incredibly corrupt and horrible system, but i think about that baby license idea a lot.

[missjessefantastico]

Misty Quigley has CANONICALLY:

amputated a man's leg with an axe (note: this is the sanest thing she has ever done)

got in a plane crash and proceeded to knowingly destroy their only chance to be rescued because her first aid skills got her positive attention

became obsessed with the gay man whose leg she cut with an axe

she was basically enacting her nurse romance fantasies despite the dude really not wanting her attention

she sneakily hurts him more so she can "help him" more

attempted to assault this man while he was asleep

poisoned his tea

only calmed down bc he pretended to like her back

emotionally blackmails him into being her date to doomcoming

decides to drug him with shrooms so he will loosen up

ends up drugging everyone at doomcoming

when he comes out she's mad bc he "tricked her into falling in love with him"

she's no longer allowed near food bc she will drug everyone again

is a cannibal

like, she literally ate human flesh and then proceeded to suggest they turned the body into stew so it would last longer

performed a monologue about a dead baby as her gift for her pregnant teammate

makes her first friend ever and proceeds to threaten to kill her and then corner her until she falls off a cliff

pretends she and her friend got separated during a snow storm instead of... you know... saying she killed her

the gay guy she was obsessed with? he tried to commit suicide and she threatened to tell everybody that he's gay + the father of her teammate's baby id he did it

participated in a ritual sacrifice to cure a different teammate

allowed a literal middle schooler to drown in a frozen lake as a part of the sacrifice and only reached for him when he was dead so they could eat him (he wasn't even the sacrifice)

25 years later becomes a nurse for the elderly and doesn't give a patient her pills bc she upset her

lists all her kinks during a first date

pretends her car doesnt work so her date will go home with her even though he clearly doesnt want to be in the date anymore

has a reddit account

she mostly posts in a forum where citizens try to solve crimes

has a bird named caligula

catfishes her friend's friend

her friend's car is not starting, misty is there by mere coincidence and offers her a ride (she messed with her friend's car to force her into a road trip)

stalks her friend

gives gifts with hidden cameras in them

watches her friend having sex through said hidden camera

pours gasoline on a man because he wont give her the information she needs

kidnaps a reporter

threatens to kill the reporter's father if she doesn't speak

actually knows how to find the reporter's father and has poisoned chocolate ready

snorts $300 of cocaine herself to stop her friend from relapsing

is flattered when asked for help hidding a body

is actually really good at getting rid of the body and all the evidence

her condition to help them get rid of the body is for them to go to the high school reunion with her

gets rid of parts of the body by sneaking them into the casket of her dead patient who is being incinerated

doesnt even remember the name of the patient

lets the reporter go but actually she injected her cigarretes with fetanyl

somehow knows the address and social security number of some dude that works at a motel

uses the info to force him to tell her what happened to her friend

joins a cult to save her friend

ends up liking the cult because, since she knows the leader, she's popular there

invites the rest of the group to join the cult

is supposed to reflect as a part of the cult but proceeds to hallucinate her bird doing a musical number

talks about the murders she has commited as if it were a discussion about the weather

this is just from the top of my head, i would need to be actively watching and writing down at the same time

here's the musical number:

misty wasn't born like this to lose to fucking bibble

VOTE MISTY

INSANE CHARACTER TOURNAMENT: ROUND 3, BRACKET A

[ID: Background is a gradient of light blue, lilac, and pink. On top, there's the pictures of the contestants, separated by a “VS” sign. Above it, reads “ROUND 3” in bold black letters. /End ID.]

[radianhazbin]

Do you believe in Love on first sight?

A sharp pain. Pain, she never felt before in her life. She tried to scream for help, but it was too late. The knife slit through her thin skin, the few muscles and lastly, through her trachea. She tried to scream, but with every attempt, just more and more blood shot out of her throat. She went to her knees, desperately trying to keep her vital liquids inside her, with her right hand. She tried to grab her attacker with her other, but without any luck. He punched her hand away, and countered with another thrust of the knife. This time in went into her left eye. The pain she felt was like nothing she ever felt before. She tried to desperately scream for help, but no one heard her. No one came. 

I will die. 

She thought. The girl closed her only eye that she had left and hoped for the sweet release of death to come soon. She released her grip from her throat, and let the blood run out. 

Please. End this suffering. 

She prayed.

Moments later, she stopped to feeling the pain. She stopped to feel anything. Her head sunk down, and fell to the ground. Everything went black. 

There was nothing. She saw nothing. She heard nothing. She felt nothing. 

But then, a crash. Everything was still dark, but she began to hear loud conversations all around her. She felt the hard, course surface she was laying on and the smell of rotten flesh in the air. 

She slowly opened her eyes, just to feel another sharp pain in her left eye socket. The 

women slammed her hand against the source of the pain, just to notice something unusual. She slowly moved her fingers over the location, where her eye should be. She felt two, overlapping scars, that where forming a cross. 

"what the fuck?", she whispered to herself. 

"Oh hello."

She heard a high pitched, female voice above her. The girl slowly lifted her head up from the ground, and spotted a beautiful young girl right in front of her. She was around the same age as herself, and had thick makeup in her face. She was looking down on the woman. 

"My name is Charlie!", she said, while stretching out her hand, to help the young girl standing up. 

"Where am I? What is this place?!", the girl demanded to know, while grabbing Charlie's hand. 

"Well, how do I say this?", Charlie crossed her arms behind her back, and wiggled back and forth on her heels. "You're in hell!", she answered happily, with a big smile. 

"What?!", the girl screamed out. "this can't be. No, this isn't happening… Fuck!", the young woman grabbed her head, and stumbled around. 

"Don't worry, it isn't so bad here. I have to know, I lived here my whole life!", Charlie assured the girl. 

"you're whole life?", she asked confused. . 

"Well, yeah.. Lucifer, well, he is, you know, he's my father.", Charlie answered cheerfully. 

"Wait, Lucifer? The fallen angel? But if you're his daughter that makes you-"

"yeah, yeah, princess of hell, I know.", Charlie interrupted her. 

The girl looked at her in fear, while stumbling backwards. 

"What do you want from me?", she asked with a shaking voice. 

"I saw you on the street, and assumed that you would either be a newcomer or a passed out drunk. I just tried to be nice, I'm sorry.", Charlie admitted, with a hanging head. 

The girl was surprised. Did the princess of hell, daughter of lucifer, just apologized to her? 

"Uhm, no… No Problem. I'm sorry. My name is Vaggie, and you're right, I am a newcomer. Just died.", she said with a voice crack, trying to cheer the demon princess up. 

"well, then welcome to hell!", Charlie celebrated with wide open arms. 

"Uhm thanks.", Vaggie replied, still a little uneasy. 

"Oh, don't worry, you'll love it here! We have drugs and booze, all a sinner could ask for!", Charlie explained happily. 

"I just died because of a drug deal gone wrong. I won't touch this stuff no more. This could be a new beginning for me.", 

Charlie inhaled deeply, her grin grew from ear to ear. 

"Is everything okay?", Vaggie questioned. 

"Yeeeeees!", screeched Charlie, "hey, do you want to eat something? Come on, let me show you around!"

"I mean, sure we can whoaaah! -", Charlie grabbed the newcomer at her wrist and dragged her with her down the street. 

What's wrong with this girl?! 

Vaggie asked herself. 

If she's telling the truth with her heritage, shouldn't she be more… Threatening? She's less of a demon princess, and more like an overly excited cupcake! 

After a few blocks of dragging, they stood in front of an small building. The bright red DINER sign, that rested on its roof, illuminated the street and people beneath it. Charlie moved up the two steps, and opened the glass door. Vaggie followed her inside shortly after. The door slammed shut behind the two girls. 

“Good morning! I’ll take a coffee and some pancakes, and my friend here can have whatever she wants!”, Charlie enthusiastically told the bartender. 

“Uhm, I think I’ll take a just a water for now.”, Vaggie ordered shy. 

The bartender was a tall, sweaty taurus demon. Around twice as tall as Vaggie or Charlie themself. He nods with a grunt, and turned around, to prepare their meal. 

Meanwhile, the two girls walked around in the shady room. Demons sat in the chairs around them. Some were eating, some drinking, many were drunk or doing drugs. But not a single one of them even looked at the girls. After a bit of searching, Charlie found an empty table at the far side of the small restaurant, where the girls settled down. 

Vaggie started the conversation: “Say, if you’re the princess of hell, shouldn’t these guys like, bow down or something? Or at least recognise you?” 

“No, they won’t.”, Charlie stated, with a hanging head. She exhaled some air, before continuing to talk, “I may be the heir to the throne, but that title is worth next to nothing down here. I have no special rights, no special treats. And, then there's the thing, that, I’m not the daughter, my father wants me to be.”, A tear ran down Charlie’s eye, which she quickly wiped away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t tell you this, we just met, and what kind of an impression does that make?”, Charlie chuckled a bit. 

Even though, she was still very confused, Vaggie felt bad for the girl sitting opposite of her. 

“Hey, don’t worry, I mean, my father never liked me either. So I guess we’re even in that.”, Vaggie tried to cheer her up. 

“Thanks, but, I feel so selfish right now. Alright-”, she wiped the tears away from her face, and took a deep breath, “calm down Charlie”, she whispered to herself, before looking up again, “So, Vaggie, how do you like hell so far?”, she questioned her with a big smile on her face, that felt somewhat off. 

“Well, so far, I’ve met pretty nice people here, despite it being hell.”, she replied with a smile.

“Wait, but you’ve only met me so far-”, Charlie broke up her sentence herself, when she realized who Vaggie was talking about, “Ohh, thank you!”

“Haha, no problem Charlie! Hey, but, uhm. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure thing!”

“Why were you so happy, when I told you, that I would stop drinking and doing drugs?”, she questioned.

“Oh well, it’s a stupid idea I have, no big deal.”, Charlie tried to dodge.

“Oh come on tell me! It sounds interesting!”, Vaggie insisted.

“Okay, okay.”, she readied herself up, then proceeded to explain: “Well, we down here have a small problem with overpopulation. And so far, my father simply killed off many poor souls, to keep space for everyone. But I simply can’t see my people being killed off every year, again and again. I’ve lost many friends because of that. So I had the idea that, instead of killing them off, I would instead rehabilitate them! I know it sounds stupid. But if it works, I can safe so many souls, who would otherwise be dying in the streets.”

“And where do you want to rehabilitate them? Just here on the streets?”

“Of course not! I managed to get my hands onto a hotel, just on the other side of the town. I will send them there, and then, I will help them!”, she further explained, “that’s why I was so happy, that you wanted to change your ways. You’re proof, that not every demon inherently evil.”

“Oh, no no. I’m not a demon.”, Vaggie explained.

“Uhm, Vaggie, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re in hell. Everybody is a demon.”

“Really? I don’t feel like one!”

“I can assure you, you are. Why do you think your hair got so long all of the sudden, and that your eye got replaced with an X?”, Charlie told her with a smile.

Vaggie hesitated to answer, at first. She didn't even really listened to her. Her thoughts were somewhere else. 

Was her smile so cute the whole time? 

She thought to herself. 

“Well… That sucks.”, she admitted. 

“Oh, it’s not too bad! I’ve been a demon my whole life, and I’m feeling great!”, Charlie jumped on the chair, and swung her arms wide open.

“HEY! Get the fuck down from the chair! NOW!”, a deep voice screamed at her. It was the bartender. He was standing right next to them, with their order in his hands. 

“Sorry, hehe”, Charlie apologized and climbed down again.

The taurus demon grunts again, and threw the order on the table, before turning around and leaving again. Charlie took the fork, and impaled one of the pancakes.

“Do you want some?”, she asked Vaggie, while holding the flat cake in front of her.

“Oh no, thank you. I don’t want to eat something away from you.”, she refused.

“Don’t worry! It’s too much for me anyway. Here, we can split.”, Charlie shoved the plate with the food in the middle of the table. 

I can’t remember the last time someone wanted to share something with me.

Vaggie thought, before grabbing one of the pancakes with her hands, and biting a piece out of it. 

“So, what do you think?”, Charlie asked while chewing on her own pancake.

“It’s great! Thank you!”, Vaggie responded. 

The two girls smiled at each other, while eating their meal. After they had finished, Charlie left some money on the table for the taurus, and they both left the restaurant. 

"Where do we go now? What is a usual day down here?", Vaggie asked. 

"Well, most people take drugs, get drunk or fuck around. Literally.", Charlie responded. 

"Wow, the f-word out of such a cute mouth? Didn't expect that.", Vaggie said, smiling. 

"Oh, shush!", Charlie's cheeks got red, when she heard that. 

They both chuckled a bit, before Charlie continued the conversation: "Well, I know a nice park, not too far from here. If you want to, we can go there." 

"Sounds great.", Vaggie responded smiling. She wasn't interested in the park itself. But that women had something on her, that Vaggie couldn't describe. 

They walked down the street, and the newcomer looked around. All around her, were demons. Vaggie was a little creeped out, and kept herself close to Charlie. 

Soon they arrived at the park, where they sat down on a bench together. 

"This feels so odd.", Vaggie whispered to herself. 

"What feels odd?", Charlie asked. 

"What? Oh just, all of this. Hell, meeting you, it all just feels so weird. Like in a fever dream."

"Well, sorry to hear that. But I can imagine. Suddenly a new life, some girl who you never seen before wants to go on a date with you-" 

"A what?", Vaggie interrupted her surprised. 

"Did I say date?! I meant going to eat dinner together! Not a date! Haha, why would I go on a date with you? Hehe", Charlie chuckled between the words, while nervously playing with her fingers. She didn't even looked Vaggie in the eyes. "I mean we're both women, wouldn't that be odd?" 

"Well, I've been on multiple dates with women on earth.", Vaggie explained. 

"Wait, you guys can do that?", Charlie questioned confused. 

"Of course. You guys can't? I mean we're in hell. I wouldn't expect someone being gay is anything odd down here.", Vaggie explained. 

"Well it isn't, but my father, you see… it… It's complicated. I mean, I myself can't even sort my feelings out!", Charlie began to get louder, "I mean, I obviously like guys, I even had some boyfriends in the past, but, then, some girls grabbed my attention too! I just don't know what to feel anymore! And my stupid father hated when I brought a women back home!", tears began to roll down Charlie's face,"he said, that no princess of hell can be gay! But what if I am, dad?! What the fuck if I fucking am?!", she slammed her fist on the empty seat next to her, while out of a few tears formed many. 

She started sobbing, while her head slowly, went down. Through her wet eyes, she could see, how they fell to the ground, when suddenly, she felt something around her shoulders. It was Vaggie's arm, that had hugged the young princess. Charlie was dragged closer to the newcomer, until her head rested in Vaggie's chest. Charlie replied the gesture, and hugged the girl back. Now, her emotions knew no borders. She let everything out, that hat piled up over the years. 

"He was only ever happy with me, when I was a child! After that, I was never good enough. Never! When I told him about my idea, he rejected it. Said I should do something useful with my life.", she sobbed. 

Vaggie stroke her soft, blond hair, and kissed her softly on the forehead, which finally brought a smile to Charlie's face. The crying girl slowly lifted up her head, and looked Vaggie in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Vaggie. Not all demons are a crybaby like me. I'm sorry for-" 

"Stop.", Vaggie interrupted her, with putting one finger on her lips, "no more sorry. No more apologies. Let out, what you need to let out, okay? I'm here for you.", she explained, while wiping away some of Charlie's tears. 

"Thank you.", Charlie said under her breath, "hey, can I show you something? It isn't far from here.", she asked. 

"You can take me anywhere you want, Charlie.", Vaggie replied with a smile. 

The two girls stood up, and walked not far. Charlie lead Vaggie through the park, still crying a little bit, but soon they arrived at a small bridge over a river. Charlie rested her arms on the bridges railing. 

"I always come here, when I feel sad. Which, with my family, is quite often.", she chuckled.

"It's beautiful.", Vaggie stated, while looking down at the shining, blue water. 

Charlie turned her head away.

"Your parents never said anything, when you brought women home?", she asked. 

Vaggie rested one hand on her shoulder. 

"I never told them. My father was a strict Christian. And I was drug addicted and gay. I never told him anything.", she said. 

"And your mother?" 

"Died when I was eight. I never really knew her much." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Vaggie.", Charlie apologized. 

Vaggie rested her arms on the young girls shoulders and smiled at her. 

"What did I tell you about apologizing?" 

Charlie smiled at that answer, and decided to ask a question, she wanted to ask Vaggie the entire day. 

"Vaggie. I know what I'm about to tell you is ridiculous. But", she breathed in deeply, "Do you believe in love on first sight?", Charlie looked Vaggie deep in her eyes, with a serious stare, "you know, when two people just love each other without any reason, even if they just knew each other for a few hours, you just know that… You love this girl, and want to spend your whole life with her." 

Vaggie looked back a Charlie and smiled. 

"Yes.", she said, and slowly moved her head forward. She grabbed Charlie's head with both hands and buried them deep into her golden hair. She then proceeded to press her lips against Charlie's. 

Charlie closed her eyes, hugged Vaggie, and let her emotions free. But this time, it wasn't sadness it was love. 

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Hope you like it! 

Happy Varlie week everyone! :)

[oh-theres-a-woman]

Peaky Blinder OC: Dorothy Helen Townley

Pronunciation: 

“Dor-o-thy Hel-en Town-ley”

Nickname(s) or Known As:

Dorothy - Her legal and birth name. 

Dot - Affectionate nickname fleshed from Dorothy’s family and friends. Though, the young woman was known to get rather annoyed at strangers addressing her by the nick-name. 

Apricot - A pet name for her back in York when she made bombs and explosive devices out of her favourite Apricot jam tins and jars. The local papers always recorded her at the Apricot Bandit in some articles. 

Apricot Bandit - See above for such information as to why…  

Helen - Want to start problems with Dorothy call her Helen, it was her grandmother’s name and she despised the woman. Her grandmother was a nasty abusive alcoholic that enjoyed to pick on Dorothy in spite of everything right she tried to do. The nick-name originally came about around the time Dot reached the age of puberty and began to resemble her grandmother, it wasn’t meant to be a insult because her grandmother was rather beautiful in her early days. It just hit something raw with Dorothy like rubbing salt into old wounds. 

Cut Throat Princess - Being the only female of the York Cut Throats, and the younger sister to the founding brothers. It was originally a nickname that was made to mock Dorothy, though when she rose quickly within the ranks of her brother’s ranks and showed the men was she could do it became something in a form of respect. Very rare for Dorothy to hear about that nickname anymore since that’s a part of her old life. 

Miss Townley - A formal way that people in Birmingham address her. Mainly people that don’t truly know her very well speak to her in this manner, but it doesn’t bother her much. It just has come done to a cultural thing since in York, she learnt that she was only addressed in that manner when in trouble with her parents or police. 

Date of Birth:

25th April,1895 (24 years old)

Birthplace: East Fremantle, Western Australia.

Nationality/Ethnicity:  Australian, Anglo-Saxon Descent. 

Quotes:

“Don’t fucking call me Helen, Gene. Or I’ll give you that dental work you’re in need of. Brush your teeth with a brick, mate.” 

“So… You’re stupid enough to make me think I believe you?” 

“Freddie and Gene are alive?”

“The war changed something in me, I no longer enjoyed the thought of returning home. Because half of my family were already dead, and the whole town of York wouldn’t have given a shit.”

“It was sad you know, pitiful watching so many men die… Some of the nurses took pity in them and just happened to give them too much morphine.” 

“A kiss with a fist is better than none…”

Occupation: Currently - Barmaid at the Garrison, Birmingham. Ex-co-owner of the Garrison, recently transferred the property into the name and ownership of Thomas Shelby.

Formerly - Specialist Nurse dealing with; amputations, shell-shock victims, surgeries and general procedures.   Loyal gang member to the Cut Throats of York,ranking was as a gunner after showing effective aiming skills and knowledge of operations of hunting rifles, and pistols. Farm hunter, often going out shooting kangaroos to make sure they don’t destroy the family crops. 

Reliable Skills:

High level of education - mastering reading, writing and mathematics.

Capable of making bombs and weapons for junk. Much like different types of bombs from the cheapest and crappiest of materials. Example is her famous apricot jam jar/tin bombs.

Established skills in bookkeeping, and insurance paperwork.

Weapons of Choice:

Luger (Parabellum) - Semi-automatic pistol → Stolen from a German officer that came through one of the field hospitals she was working on in France. Rather easy for her to shoot people at close and medium distance of range, only grows harder with the distance between her and the target.

Lee-Enfield - Bolt-action rifle → Was her go to weapon back in York or hunting kangaroos on the family property. Used one once to shoot and kill an officer that assaulted her, shot was successful.

Piano Wire - Choice instrument to strangle someone by garrote, easy enough for her to conceal. Was a formal way of execution for the Cut Throats.

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Social Status: Wanted felon; by Western Australian Police - Under charges of; 

Murder → One police officer and a few others notable members of the community, other victims unknown.

Arson → set fire to the police station, town hall and post office. During conflicts with the town’s council at the time.

Assault → While involved with one of the many gang related riots in York, young Dorothy Townley was charged with assault in two counts against police officers trying to remove her from the scene.

Automobile Theft → In the company of one of her brothers, Miss Townley identified which of her seven brothers the calprate was… At age fourteen, Dot and her brother Frederick hotwired some bigwig’s chair taking it for a joy ride. After all it wasn’t everyday they were able to score such a nice car to drive around in.

Larceny → Stole food as a child because there was never enough to eat in the house growing up.

Receipt of Stolen Goods → During the days of working with the Cut Throats in York, she often took and kept the books on what was stolen and brought to them for transporting. It normally was the normal booze, cigarettes and illegal drugs at the time.  

Forgery → Making up fake official documents regretting the private matters of the Cut Throats. Printing money, materializing documents (altering them to her needs), intended to deceive other gangs trying to take over her turf.

Marital Status: Single - Never really had any notable serious relationships other than an engagement to a man named Ralph Edward, whom died during the war.

Issue: Nil. Miscarried; one.

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Townley Family History: Born on a respectably nice Autumn day in East Fremantle to a rather unknown couple from the rural town of York a couple of hours outside of Perth. Very shortly after the complicated birth of their youngest child, and only daughter whom they named; Dorothy Helen Townley. Raised to be a considerably normal child, between a faithful wife and an alcoholic husband that struggled with his liquor and debts. The family lived in the small shire of York, some hours travel from the city. Youngest of eight children meant Dorothy had a lot of proving of herself for her father that worked hard most days, and drunk heavily at night. 

Though Dot’s father loved her, he had a funny way of showing it. Possibly because of his short temper and the rumours floating around that Dorothy was actually the illegitimate daughter of the police sergeant in the area. That had something against Ramsay Townley, and her mother sweet Alexi Townley. A child conceived by the sergeant when Alexi Townley was trying to bail her husband out of jail after a drunken brawl. After all, getting her husband out called for a price.

Alexi has tried to keep Dorothy’s father a secret and was truly lucky that her husband never questioned it. Truthfully, he already knew the pain his wife went to get him released from prison. Yet, he accepted Dot as his little girl and a Townley so she wouldn’t have any connection to the monster that harmed her mother. Though, Ramsay’s mother was another person despised Dorothy’s very existence. Dorothy’s grandmother was rather abusive to the only Townley girl, the bastard of the town’s police sergeant. Lucky the girl survived to see her homeland Australia officially become a country when she was the ripe age of six, as the elderly woman had made many attempts on her granddaughter’s life in the years before. 

Spending more time with her brothers and father on the field. Dorothy formed a rather strong bond with Frederick (the eldest) and Eugene (third born) who knew of their half-sister’s parentage. The three eldest brothers knew too well about what had happened to their mother that night and vowed the day their sister was born they’d protect her. That started with bringing her into the loop of their gang at a rather young age, so they could protect her fully, as well as their comrades. Before long she was hunting on her farm, and sitting in on important meetings regarding expansions and riots against the police. Her youngest known age for being arrested was then at eleven years of age after the police busted her brothers at a meeting and noticed her sitting in. Reports on her criminal file first detailed the girl as a shy and timid girl, holding the sleeve of her eldest brother Frederick, refusing to speak on interview. This was the start of more troublesome behaviour with the girl. 

Blossoming into a rose protected by harsh thorns (her brothers) Dorothy learnt many of many useful talents she had. Such as creating jam tin/jar bombs for raids, and attacks on places the Cut Throats planned. Servicing as a device to harm and lower numbers of rivals and police who were in the area at the time. 

By the time seventeen rolled around Dot was a respected member of the “York Cut Throats”, taking a claim over bookkeeping, as well as, the job of being their sharpshooter. Her skills with a bolt-action rifle from a long distance couldn’t be trumped by anyone else, so she became their primary for assassinations. Her rate of crime had run aground when she had been found for first-degree murder in a serial number of offences, the charging officer that brought her in was her biological father. Said officer of the law proceeded to interview Miss Townley in a fashion till his measures became violent and he attacked the young woman. Reported gunshots were heard from the station, and when other officers investigated they found the man dead. The young woman in a state of distress and worse for wear. 

To silence the Townley's’ and remove Dorothy from hanging other officers that felt pity for the young woman enlisted her to stay as a home for troublesome women. Where she was educated and taught the workings of a high profile nurse. Something the young adult woman had no idea would come to use so soon after completion. At the first light of war, Dot was sent off to the Gallipoli on the Ottoman Peninsula. Where she nursed broken men and saw her seventh and sixth brother slaughtered. Once more she went to making bombs out of tins, in hopes that she’d kill the Turk bastard that murdered her brothers.

After the withdrawal of Gallipoli, Miss Townley was moved to the Western Front. Believably broken by what she had seen in the bosom of the Turk’s lands. But then, she meets a kind soul a young soldier that held her heart and taught her to smile even in the shitty situations the war gave. Quick in their engagement, they longed for the war to end so they would be married. Yet, fate didn’t wish for them to be together in such away. Young Ralph Edward was killed in action. By the end of the war Dot’s family connection was broken, and her lover was gone so she decided to move to London in hopes of a new life. IN hopes to learn more about her dearly departed Mr Edward through his family, and the environment he used to live in.

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Brief Personality Traits:

Australian Mateship - A quality that became well-known by most soldiers that worked alongside Australians in the First World War. Dot holds the cultural idiom rather highly as it holds many values of importance to her, such as; equality, loyalty and friendship. As it's a new era, Dorothy hopes that the world would adopt more of the following values as it will hopefully give most an era of peace with that. 

Larrikin - Dorothy Townley is noted to be a rather mischievous young woman. Often considered uncultivated by members of higher society, she’s seemingly rowdy when comfortable around the right people, but always has a good heart. But she is also referred to as the other common meaning, which is a hoodlum or rough gangster, due to her rather decorative history and mysterious current. 

Endurance/Courage - The war tested many, and for the case of Dorothy, it tested her level of courage and endurance because in most people’s eyes she was still a child. Though she has a very well build for tolerance when she was forcibly removed from her home in York, and thrown into a house for troubled young women so she could learn some skills that were of better use. During the time she was trained to be a nurse, it was the last thing the young woman wanted to do and she tried to desert her detainment a few times, only to be caught and punished later on down the track. 

Her courage has come into play when times have been trying for her safety. This would include the time she was attacked by a drunk police officer in York, and she shot him dead after being dragged to the local hotel. Dorothy faced hanging until the true nature of the police officer was released and she was sent away to a home for troubled young women. Her brothers helped instil courage within her each time they were granted a chance to visit her. 

((OOC--Model is Unknown, if anyone has her name please let me know so I can source it))

[hayley566]

I was watching Lavendertowne make her own versions of the seven deadly sins as demon girls and decided to give it a try myself. For info on each picture and why I chose to represent each sin as such, look under the cut.

GLUTTONY

I chose gluttony as the first one for two reasons. 1.) The misconception of gluttony only meaning overeating. Gluttony is overindulgence at the risk of ones own health or well being. This can be overdrinking, overeating, excessive drug use, gambling, etc. Basically, you're harming yourself just to make yourself feel good for awhile. 2.) In Christianity, it's seen as a sort of gateway sin or a way to coax one into far worse sins. In a story from the bible, a man was forced to chose one of three sins to commit when he made a bet with a demon. These were rape, murder or gluttony. He chose gluttony in the form of drunkeness and drug use, hoping to trick the demon and keep his soul clean enough to go to heaven. However, in his inebriated state, he had stumbled into his parents home on accident instead of his own. His mind was so fogged that he thought his sleeping mother was his wife and he proceeded to have sex with her. When his father came in and saw this, he tried to pull his son away from his wife and ended up getting killed when his son reacted violently. Not only was the man now damned but he had committed rape, incest and murder through his gluttony. As for the design, the pattern on her dress and her blood are meant to invoke the color of red wine. Her claws are meant to invoke syringes as well. I chose this pose to show that she cannot even stand because of how drunk/high she is. Since gluttony is basically overly harming yourself for the sake of pleasure, I had it be that she stabbed herself not only with her own claws but with a playing card(to represent gambling) to consume her own blood to get more high and because she loves the taste. I kept the overeating aspect by giving her sharp teeth and a grotesque tongue.

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SLOTH

For Sloth, I thought it would be cool to have her hair be so long that it's like a blanket/cocoon around her. When you don't take care of yourself, your hair gets long and unkempt. The strands sticking out are actually what is holding her up and I thought it was cool that they also resemble spider webs in a way. Sloth's hair moves for her and is how she travels. Her feet are too weak to stand on and even if they weren't, she'd still refuse to move. If a human touches her hair, they lose the will to live or even move, just laying on the ground waiting for death.

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LUST

For Lust, I wanted to make her both appealing but also like someone you should keep your distance from. Since sexual harassment is a form of lust, I made her hair into these groping hands the fondle her and want to grab you and pull you close. I wanted to sorta encapsulate the uncomfortable feeling of always being touched and never left alone. Where her heart should be, there's a mouth that wants to only eat flesh. Lust is when you only want someone's body and that can be taken to extreme cases where you sexually abuse someone and "consume" them.

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ENVY

This is definitely the sadder of the demons. She's insecure and constantly wants what she can't have, constantly chasing perfection. Her abdomen has no organs and is squeezed tight with bandages to give her the body she wants. Because she constantly wants what others have, she takes them. She carves skin or desirable body parts off of her victims and sews them onto herself to be perfect but it's never enough. Since jealousy is also called the "green eyed monster", I made her eyes very noticeable and glowing almost radioactively.

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WRATH

For Wrath, I went for a more animalistic look since wrath can make you lose all rationality and lash out like an angry animal. To add to the animal theme, I had her feet and hands sorta resemble an animal's and made it that the only thing covering her naked body is her long and wild hair. I also made her blind as a nod to the term "blind rage" and to show how wrath can make one blind to reason. Alike the other demons, she behaves more like a feral animal, attacking others she hears comes by, walking on all fours and only speaking in angered yells and screams.

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GREED

For Greed, I wanted to go for a sleazy businesswoman sorta vibe. I feel like the worst examples of greed are scam artists the take advantage of people who don't know any better or, even worse, will kidnap and sell others just to make money. that creepy reading made a good video about despicable people like this here.

I gave her a snake-like appearance because another name for a scam artist is a "snake oil salesman" and gave her these grotesque golden arms to reference the story of King Midas. She's supposed to be reaching out to shake hands and "close the deal" with you, tricking you into touching her hand and turning you into gold. I also made her hair and outfit the colors of silver and gold since those have been the form of currency for ages and since those things are still sought after today.

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PRIDE

I chose purple as the main color for pride since it's used to often represent royalty. I had her constantly be held up since pride involves putting yourself above others. A really creepy idea I had was to have mirrors be embedded into her eyes so that she can't see her own flaws but can have others have to see their own when they look at her. Her "crown" is another piece of shattered mirror that's stabbed into her scalp. To me, pride is dangerous when someone becomes so prideful that they start putting others down just to elevate themselves more. I gave her a sorta prom dress because I was a little inspired by the movie "Carrie" and how the villains were a group of popular girls that constantly tore down Carrie and I feel like if Pride would basically be a mean girl that thinks she's better than everyone else and treats those around her like trash. Constantly pointing out their flaws and making them feel worse about themselves while she treats herself like a queen.

[gabrielsstrangecorner]

Slenderverse #4 - Creepypasta Proxies

Hi! In this post I want to take a closer look at Slenderman’s Proxies. There are Proxies not only in Slenderseries but in Creepypasta Stories as well.

So, probably most popular Creepypasta Proxy is Ticci Toby. Ticci Toby comes from the Creepypasta with the same title. His real name is Tobias Erin Rogers. The story centers around Toby going insane and around his encounters with Slenderman. HIs creator is Kastoway (https://www.deviantart.com/kastoway)

Bakcstory:

Toby wasn't always a normal kid. He grew up with many different mental disorders, making it hard for him to fit in with the 'normal crowd', along with a disease that attacked his nervous system, causing him to be completely numb to pain, and an extreme case of Tourette's syndrome. Which causes Toby to make uncontrollable jerks, 'tics', and other abrupt movements, and is most recognized for cracking his neck uncontrollably. Earning him the demeaning nickname 'Ticci-Toby' from his peers. Toby used to attend public school up until the point he could no longer handle the severe teasing and bullying, and so he was then transferred to homeschooling early on.

He grew up with little - to almost no friends. He lived with his mother, his older sister, Lyra, and his father who later lost himself to drugs, alcohol, and gambling and became abusive towards his family. When Toby was 17 years old his sister and he were involved in a tragic car accident, resulting in Lyra's death. After that Toby grew even more troubled, his symptoms worsening, barely eating, not leaving his bedroom, and growing less and less social. He began to lose some fragments of memory, start seeing hallucinations of his sister's twisted and mutilated corpse, and see a strange figure, standing outside of his bedroom window at night. He would take out his stress and anxiety by chewing the flesh from his fingers. His mother was worried about the state Toby was in and had decided to get into contact with a psychiatrist to help with, but it didn't work.

Toby soon lost all control of his sanity and one night attacked and killed his father, and then fled out of the house. Grabbing two of the hatchets from his father's garage, a box of matches, and a gallon of gasoline, he proceeded to set the neighborhood on fire in an attempt to escape from the police. The fire surrounded him and as he was about to give in to his own death, Slenderman appeared and saved him before he blacked out. When Toby woke up, he has no recollection of what happened and all of his memories of his previous life are erased.

Approximately two weeks later, after Toby's disappearance, Toby's mother listens to a news story about the murders of several teenagers. The main suspect is Toby due to one of his hatchet's being found at the crime scene. This marks the moment Toby had officially become one of the Slender Man's Proxies.

-Creepypasta Files Wiki

                                     Ticci Toby drawn by Nesku

Next Proxy I want to talk about is Rouge ( Real name Heather Marshall). She is main antagonist from Creepypasta story “Don’t look up” written by LazyCatLady. She is decribed as the “dog-like” creature becasue she is moving on all fours.  

Origin: 

Heather was losing her mind becasue of the miscarriage and the death of her fiance. Years later she ran away from home because someone threaten her to take her to mental asylum due to the fact she was cutting heself. She then became the Proxy of Slenderman. 

                                    Rouge drawn by LazyCatLady

Next Proxy. Ally the Slender Doll. Ally is not only a Proxy but also an undead Slender-being. What is Slender-being? I will talk about this in another post. Her creator is Invardelka and er story can be read here: https://www.wattpad.com/244605588-book-of-creepypastas-ally-slender-doll/page/10 

this is the only source of the story that I found. I don’t know where to find the official source. 

Backstory: 

Ally was born on February 1 2007 in East Berlin, and raised by the youngest of the older brothers Jonathan. She was born with Undifferentiated Schizophrenia, and was shunned by her mother, two eldest brothers and abused by her father.

At age five, she was sent to the Black Wood Asylum outside of Berlin and kept there for the remaining five years of her life and leading up to her death, she was hunted down as she was fleeing the asylum through the woods. This resulted in her being murdered by mutilation from a hatchet- being struck so many times that she was pretty much cut into pieces with her limbs cut off and her chest cavity being cut open by the blows as well as some damage to her head and neck. Resurrection by Slender Man soon followed several months after the incident.

She was first stitched together in preparation for resurrection, creating the haphazard stitching all across her body, then gears were inserted into her spine and a key inserted into her back, then Slender Man created a soul gem for her to be bound to her body. In the creation of the gem some of his blood got mixed into the formation of the crystals which caused the transferring of some of his abilities onto Ally. She only has weak copies of some of Slender Man's powers. It was granted due to a complication during her resurrection after being sewn up. These powers though are too much for a human soul so it has caused two sides of her mind due to aggravation of her schizophrenia - Normal Form (which is her human side) and Nightmare Form (Her monster/Slender being side).

                                           Ref by Invardleka 

This is all for this post, but there is more Slenderman’s Proxies which I will show you in another post. Bye!

[kindofwriter]

Dr Jekyll’s Suicide Note

This is never going in my final draft, I’m sticking to 3rd person, it’s more of a guide of what’s going on in Jekyll’s life. Sorry for the deterioration in quality towards the end, I’m still figuring out how I’m going to execute that part!

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I suppose all this started the very day I was born. My mother, a lawyer, and my father, a successful owner of an industrial company, always expected so much of me. Academically it was no struggle to exceed these expectations, but on a personal level I always seemed to disappoint. They wanted me to be meek, quiet, distastefully arrogant. I wanted to get tipsy, make out with boys, and be that friendly kind of arrogant that’s actually quite endearing: I hope.

So I committed myself to a life of duplicity.

At home I would be the uppity golden child my parents had always coveted, and the second I escaped their clutches I would be rowdy and curious; like a regular person. This would’ve been a fine arrangement, had I not so frequently got myself into trouble. The second time I was delivered home by the police was the last straw for my parents. I was nothing short of incarcerated until my university days.

But what they didn’t realise was that this repression only fuelled my desire to wreck havoc. My thoughts turned from underage jaunts to the pub to theft, brutality, even murder on occasion, but only that of my parents. I wanted to suffocate them like they had suffocated me. Those were the daydreams of an angry child, however. I would never follow through in reality.

Those lonely years spent locked in my room made me yearn to be another person, and it was then that I began my life’s work: actually becoming someone else.

At first I conceptualised a way to transfer my consciousness to another body, but all that was far too complicated. And anyway, I’m no Victor Frankenstein. So then my thoughts progressed to how I could alter my appearance.

I threw myself into the study of chemistry so devoutly I now find myself with a PhD in it. For a while I found that lab work and shallow friendships could distract me from the rage that burned inside my chest, but alas it was no long term solution. If anything, my mastery inflamed the issues, thrusting me into the public eye. I now had my reputation to consider when I wanted to get blackout drunk and throw beer cans in the Thames.

And what of my sexuality? I felt no shame in it, but I knew there were many doctors who would refuse to consider my research on this basis. Must I remain chaste my entire life lest I wish to peruse my passion?

No. I quit my job and dove back into my research.

It was gruelling. Lots of experiments gone wrong, many leaving me bed-ridden for days. I was manic in my desires.

But finally, years into my research, I had done it. One shot of this serum and my cherubic features would melt away, leaving me with hollow eyes and sharp cheeks and a diminutive frame. But my mind was still in tact. Or so I thought.

For a month or so I encountered no errors with my serum. It allowed me to masquerade as a fine young gentleman as I drank myself into oblivion and engaged in public displays of affection. Finally I could continue my contributions to the world of chemistry without feeling the need to repress my humanity.

And then something began to go wrong.

I began to transform without the use of the serum.

At first it was nothing to worry about. The only occurrences were when I allowed my mind to wander to the darker pleasures of life, and once transformed it was easy for me to control my behaviours.

Really I should have seen this as a red flag, but I was desperately in denial. For the first time since childhood I was experiencing freedom; the light, tingling ecstasy of being human. I’d made a deal with the devil to get it, but God be damned for all He’d ever done for me!

So I ignored the slight glitch in my system, instead electing to inform Poole that my new friend Mr Hyde would be frequenting the house, often in my absence but always with my permission.

Then of course, as I’m sure you know if you’re reading this, things worsened.

Edward Hyde was just a pseudonym I had constructed, a way of ensuring I would never slip up and reveal my true nature. But several months into my use of the serum he was beginning to develop thoughts and ambitions of his own.

It started off as overtly rude behaviour I would never have wilfully engaged in, but could easily pass off as me getting swept up in my new persona. But soon I was watching myself throw vicious punches, abuse my body with vile substances, and even purchase a house in Hyde’s name!

I had no control over this man! I had surpassed the ability to alter my appearance; I had created an entirely new person.

Hyde was born out of hatred, jealousy, and shame, and he acted like he knew it. If I was short-tempered, he was explosively violent. If I was selfish, he was narcissistic. If I was gluttonous, he was all-consuming, hedonistic greed.

I no longer had any control over when I transformed, and what I did after the matter. I was at the mercy of Mr Hyde, and he was not a kind master.

My one confort was that when Hyde collapsed into bed at the first tendrils of dawn, I would usually awaken in my own body, fully in control, if exhausted. Instead of relishing in the freedom Hyde had given me I began to feel trapped again, suffocated, desperately awaiting the hour when I would be free of Hyde.

Panic rolled in like a storm when, one morning, that hour never came.

I awoke in the home Hyde had purchased for himself in Soho, warm and dozy and grateful to have been returned to my former self. Things felt a certain degree of uncanny from the moment I became conscious, but I hadn’t been feeling myself for a while now, even in my own body.

Hyde’s various drug habits and vicious scraps had no impact on my physical body, but always inflicted a hazy sickness on my mind. The turmoil lost me a great deal of sleep and significantly reduced my appetite. All my life I assumed losing weight would be a pleasant sensation, but it only made me feel alienated from my own form.

But that morning I found I was experiencing more than the usual dysmorphia.

As I reached my hand up to draw back the duvet I saw not my own pale knuckles and perfectly manicured nails, but Hyde’s grimy fingers and bloodied hand.

Heart palpating with anxiety, I dressed in a rush and hurried home. Once in my lab I realised I actually had no conceivable plan.

The serum, which I had had no need for in months, was kept in a fridge under the worktop. It was the only project I had worked on in years, so was really the only substance in my lab.

In a fit of blind panic, I stabbed myself with a needle full of it.

Realising what I’d done, a whole new wave of panic engulfed me. But that was quickly replaced with the agony of cracking bones and melting flesh. I was certain I had killed myself, and the thought brought a strange sort of peace.

But then the pain subsided and I found my body had been returned to me.

I thought I was rid of Hyde then. Tentatively, I began to piece my old life back together; reaching out to friends, working on a simple paper on combustion, eating more than my share of deep fried breakfast foods. I began to engage in new activities, too. Soup kitchens, hospital visits, public gardening.

I had it. What I’d been so desperately trying to achieve with Edward Hyde, I finally had it. Freedom. Happiness. Fulfilment. I spent my days doing activities that made me believe in the literal soul, and my evenings in such a way that made me believe in the metaphorical one.

It couldn’t last, however. Scarcely had my head hit the pillow one night when I found myself awake again: and Hyde was awake, too.

He didn’t even bother to change out of my pyjamas. So long had Hyde been trapped at the back of my mind, he came out like a tornado.

He proceeded towards the Thames, stopping only to purchase LSD and to kick a poor homeless man. He lumbered along after an older gentleman who, God bless his soul, repeatedly glanced behind him in fear. Hyde sneered at him, so he crossed the street to walk along the side of the Thames.

Hyde crossed after him.

The man turned to confront Hyde, edging backwards as he did, but before he could even utter a coherent sentence he had stepped through a gap in the railings and into the water.

I screamed and reached out for him, but of course I was a mere consciousness, and had no voice with which to scream nor hands to reach.

The Thames is a perilous place for the strongest of swimmers; I knew without a flotation aid this old man would never survive.

Surely, I thought, Hyde would not be so cruel as to let this man die.

He strolled towards the railing, but made no attempt to remove the buoyancy aid. Instead he watched, head tilted in morbid curiosity, as the man thrashed beneath the surface of the water.

If I’d had eyes I would have been crying.

If I’d had lungs I would have been screaming.

But Hyde just watched. Watched the tumultuous waters. Watched as they grew still. Watched as the man’s last breath floated to the surface.

Then he shook his shoulders and continued on his way.

The next morning, reunited with my body, I was violently sick.

My initial thought was that I would report the crime myself. Find Ms Enfield and tell her everything. It’s not as though I’m deserving of anything more than a life in prison, what with the knowledge that this vile and careless apathy dwells within my soul.

The only thing holding me back was the thought of transformation. Were one to occur while I was incarcerated, which seemed exponentially likely at this point in time, I would be tortured to death in the name of scientific research. As despicable as I am I could not resign myself to that fate.

Thus, I tried to carry on as before.

My dearest, dearest Gabe, I trust you are reading this letter and know what comes next.

I apologise, but I must say it is true: I am desperately and inconceivably in love with you. I understand that it is not flattering to have a vile creature such as myself confess his undying adoration of you, but as you read this letter I will have parted with my last breaths, and thus will have nothing left to lose.

Please believe me when I say that I so desperately wanted to kiss you that night, but this monster inside me did not. He feels only lust, which cannot compare to the deep, profound love I have harboured for you for so long. Forgive me for pulling away. I could not live with myself if he had hurt you.

I used the rest of my serum to transform that night, but I knew it wouldn’t last. At a loss, and far too ill to operate my own lab, I paid a visit to Hatty. She greeted me, as usual, with slight warmth, masked by overwhelming distain.

As I began my explanation as to why I needed her help I felt myself beginning to lose control. The transformation was never painful, not like it was when I transformed back into myself, but it was as familiar to me as putting on a shirt.

Hatty gawked at Hyde in horror, unable to even utter a sound. She was a perfect still from a horror film.

I fled.

I think at that moment we both realised it was over. It would not be difficult for Hatty, world-renowned chemist, to prove my transformation. Hyde wanted to kill her, I could feel it in his mind, but he had been thrown at Harry’s witness to our transformation so I had, quite literally, taken the body and ran with it.

We entered my lab. I locked the door.

Hyde was stronger than me. I had known this for a while now. He screamed and hammered on the door and wrestled for control. It was like trying to reign in a wild animal.

I took a scalpel and impaled it in my thigh. Hyde roared in pain, but I, merely a numb observer, managed to keep my wits about me.

I think perhaps that’s why I’m not so afraid of what’s to come. I won’t feel it. It’s him who has to endure the rush of agony, and I don’t feel the slightest sympathy for him.

This really has been a long time coming. Hatty’s expression, one of such pure terror, such disgust and fear, but at the same time one that said all her suspicions had been confirmed, that was the last straw.

To Hatty, Hyde was never the monster; it has always been me.

That’s the one thing we have in common, I suppose. We both know that Henry Jekyll is the real monster.

Well, now I lay that monster to rest. I am truly, from the bottom of my empty soul, sorry.

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Thanks for reading!

[mearcatsreturns]

We Part Only to Meet Again, ch. 10

A problem springs up with Luka’s work visa and he is on the verge of having to leave the country. Abby can’t stand the thought of him leaving and offers a solution: a green card marriage. It might kill them both, but they're committed.

Mark's funeral brings sadness to our couple, as well as some old friends to churn up insecurities.

@somekindofflowergirl and I are back! This story is, as always, also on ao3 if that’s where you prefer to read. 

And a quick disclaimer:  We both like Carol, we really do. One of the things we love about ER, though, is that even the characters we love the most are very human, and thus allowed to have very human faults. Some of Carol's faults are on display here, but it doesn't mean we don't love her, so please keep that in mind as you read!

Ch. 10: Near Death at a Funeral

Abby leaned back into Luka, his hand at the small of her back grounding and comforting her. Mark’s funeral was...harder than she expected.

She and Mark hadn’t been close, but she hadn’t been lying—she looked up to him and saw a lot of the traits she wanted to have as a doctor.

And it was awful seeing how broken and devastated Dr. Corday was.

Corday was so strong and capable, one of the most gifted and empathetic surgeons Abby knew. Yet here she was, crippled by loss, held together only by the need to do so for her daughter and step-daughter.

Abby shivered, glad that Luka was a warm and solid presence at her back. Glancing up at him, she met his questioning eyes. She shrugged at him and turned back to face the funerary proceedings, trying to hold in a smile when she felt Luka kiss the top of her head.

Near the end of the funeral, she felt Luka stiffen next to her, but she couldn’t tell what he was looking at. (The perils of being short, she thought with a sigh.) Hopefully, everything was going smoothly as possible, for all their sakes.

Afterwards, they piled into cars and headed to the reception/wake. She noted with some relief that it wasn’t at a bar, though there would undoubtedly be plenty of alcohol flowing. Fortunately, she had Luka beside her to help keep her accountable. Reaching across the center console, she rested her hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly, hoping she could wordlessly convey the depth of her gratitude and affection.

He smiled at her and took her hand, twining their fingers together. “It was a good service.”

“It was. And Elizabeth seems...well, she seems okay, under the circumstances.”

“It’s hard. But it’s good she has Ella and even Rachel.” His reply was quiet, matter-of-fact, and her heart broke for him. He knew the pain Elizabeth was in, and his loss had been compounded by losing his children at the same time.

Pulling his hand to her lips, she pressed them to his knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. And I had my parents there for me. It seemed...I don’t know, I hardly remember the day of the funeral, but I’m glad they were there to see me through.”

“I am too, you know.”

Arriving at the restaurant, Luka helped Abby out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his waist in a quick hug before they headed in. “Ready?”

“If you are,” he said with a nod.

They walked in hand-in-hand. They had just made their way to the refreshment table when Abby heard a soft and familiar voice call out, “Luka!”

Carol. Carol Hathaway, Luka’s first crush at County, here in the flesh. It hadn’t escaped Abby’s notice that Luka hadn’t started showing interest in her until after Carol was gone. So now she stood, frozen in place as Luka lit up, beaming at his former maybe-flame.

He let go of her hand to go hug Carol, and she continued to stand there, rooted to the floor.

“I saw you at the funeral, but I’m glad we have a chance to say hello here,” Luka said. Ah, that explained his moment of distraction. “Are the girls with you, or…?”

“We left them with my mom, actually. And it’s too bad it had to be such a sad thing bringing us back out here, but I’d love for you to meet Doug. If you’re okay with that.”

Luka nodded, smiling at Carol before blindly reaching behind him. “Oh! And you were right, you know. About me finding someone. Ah, you already know her, but Abby Lockhart? She and I are married now.”

Abby peeked around from behind him, coming to stand beside him.

She wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or insulted by the way Carol’s eyes widened in shock. It definitely veered more toward insult when Carol’s mouth tightened and she raised an eyebrow at Abby.

“Congratulations,” she said, falsely cheerful. “Oh, here comes Doug. Doug!” she called out to him. A smiling man of average height with salt-and-pepper hair made his way over to them.

Huh, so this was the (in)famous Doug Ross, former heartthrob and heartbreaker of County. Abby supposed he was good-looking, but she was unimpressed when she compared him to Luka. Still, she pasted a smile on her face.

Glancing up at Luka, she sighed internally when she saw the mildly contemptuous sneer hidden behind the polite mask. God, she hoped he wouldn’t be a complete idiot.

Carol softened as she looked at Doug and took his arm, and Abby let her guard down a fraction of an inch at the sight. “Doug, come meet my friend Luka and his wife, Abby.”

Oh, lovely. Being introduced as a friend’s spouse and not one in her own right, or even as the person who had delivered their children.

Doug shook Abby’s hand first. “Nice to meet you. Your name rings a bell—were you at County back in ‘98 and ‘99?”

“Nice to meet you too. And um, kind of? I took shifts up in OB as a nurse while I was in med school. That’s actually how I met Carol.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I actually helped deliver Tess and Kate—how are they, by the way?”

Paternal pride exuded from him at that. “They’re great. I can’t believe they’re going to be three this year.”

“That’s crazy,” Abby agreed. Turning to Carol, she asked, “How are you liking Seattle?”

“It’s nice. The people are decent, and I gotta say, the weather has Chicago beat,” she said.

Luka grinned. “But what about the food? There’s not pizza like here.”

“Okay, so no good pies, but the rest of the food probably wins, especially the seafood.”

“That makes sense. I’m looking forward to taking Abby to Croatia in a couple months, the seafood there is amazing.”

“If it’s like most of the dishes you make, it’ll be great,” Abby said, smiling at her husband.

Carol looked between them, smile growing forced. “So...how did you two happen? It’s been, what two years? You were still married last time I saw you, Abby.”

“Well, like I mentioned a few times, it was nearly done. I was in the process of getting a divorce.” She had a growing suspicion all of the sudden that latter nugget of information hadn’t been shared with Luka.

Doug picked up his drink from the table and took a long sip.

“And I found out she was single about a month or so after it was over, right?” Luka asked.

“Yep.” Normally, she’d love to elaborate—their story was cute, dammit—but she was starting to get the feeling that no matter what she said, Carol wouldn’t be thrilled.

Luka, however, had no such reservations. “She had to quit med school, and when she was back as a nurse, I still let her place a chest tube, and Kerry was very unhappy about it. We were in the ambulance bay when she kissed me out of nowhere.”

“You were being so sweet and encouraging, I couldn’t help it,” she said, smiling in spite of herself.

“I remember how kind Luka can be. He’s lucky half the hospital hasn’t kissed him for it at this rate,” said Carol.

Abby gritted her teeth.

“Then we were in lockup a couple days later, and she asked me out,” Luka continued, oblivious.

“Oh, she asked you,” Carol said in a knowing tone.

Jesus. Did the woman think she’d drugged and kidnapped Luka? She couldn’t help her snappish response. “To which he said yes very quickly. He suggested that same evening, in fact.”

Doug finished his drink.

“Well, it must have moved quickly from there.”

Abby and Luka exchanged a look, not sure what they could share. Abby decided to bite the bullet. “We dated for about a year before breaking up, actually.”

In spite of herself, Carol looked intrigued. “Oh? But you two obviously got back together?”

Luka smiled. “It was a while apart, but yes. I went back to Bosnia and Croatia for a couple months, and we missed each other like crazy.”

“He got back and we just...connected again.”

“Marriage seems a bit extreme though, even if you missed each other,” said Carol.

Luka shrugged. “When you know, you know,” he said, looking down at Abby, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.

Abby softened, the tension coiling in her back releasing a little. At least until Carol spoke again. “Well, that’s sweet. Unless congratulations are in order and you just haven’t said yet,” she replied, gesturing to Abby’s obviously non-alcoholic beverage.

It was a wonder her glass didn’t shatter with how tightly Abby gripped it. She didn’t want to talk about this, especially when children were such a sensitive subject for Luka. They hadn’t had a chance to discuss it yet, and she had mixed feelings about how it would be received, especially given that she needed to tell him she’d had an abortion before, at least if they ever broached the topic.

But rolling her eyes, Abby shot back, “This isn’t the 19th century. As you’re well aware. Even if I were knocked up—which I’m not, though you can join Frank’s club in doing a belly watch if you’re so inclined—we wouldn’t have to get married. We did that because we wanted to.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, and you look great,” Carol said, rushing to smooth things over.

“Thanks, I think. So. You two married yet?” Abby asked, gesturing between Carol and Doug.

Doug nearly choked on the mini quiche he was eating, and Carol turned a mottled red. Luka smirked and raised a challenging eyebrow at Doug.

“Uh, not yet. It hasn’t been high on our priority list,” Doug finally managed.

Luka wrapped an arm around Abby, and she let herself lean in toward him. “I highly recommend it,” he said.

Susan made her way over to them then, greeting Carol and Doug with hugs. After a couple minutes, she turned to Abby, “Hey, could I get your help in the bathroom? Jing-Mei has that, uh, issue again and you remembered how to handle it last time.”

Since Abby had no idea what Susan was talking about, it had to be about something else. Reluctantly, she agreed and followed Susan.

Once they were in the bathroom, she couldn’t rein in her exasperation, “What’s going on?”

“I was just trying to keep you from challenging Carol to duel. We’ve had enough of that this year.”

Abby snorted. “Oh, come on, I wasn’t going to take one of the salad forks and charge her or anything.”

“It just looked a little...tense,” Susan said tactfully.

“It was,” she replied, sighing. “I don’t know what the deal is. I know Carol and Luka kind of dated before he and I did, but nothing much happened between them before she went to go be with Doug. It just seems like she’s, I don’t know, trying to protect him from me. He’s my husband, for god’s sake.”

“How did you two get along back in the day?”

“Mostly fine. When she found out I was a med student and not ‘just’ a nurse, she got a little bent out of shape, but I thought it blew over. We weren’t close or anything, but I thought we were on decent terms.”

“Yeah, that’s not what decent terms looks like.”

“I’d kind of figured that out,” Abby said, softening the snark with a smile. Susan was a good friend to her and doesn’t deserve for Abby to take out her frustrations on her.

Susan chuckled, then asked, “So is Luka always that oblivious, or…?”

“Oh my god, he’s the worst. Would you believe he’s actually gotten better?”

“I don’t get what you see in him,” she said, pausing, “well, except for the classic good looks, kindness, and being incredibly in love with you.”

Abby flushed fire hydrant red. “Is he now?”

“Attractive and kind? Duh. And nauseatingly into you? That can’t be news to you. And I still need brain bleach after catching you two post-coital last week.”

Shaking her head, she asked, “So...am I freaking out over nothing?”

“I really don’t think you need to worry about Luka.”

“It’s just...I’ve seen some pictures of Danijela, Luka’s first wife. Carol has the same curly dark hair, they’re both more...uh, curvaceous than I am, and it’s hard not to wonder, you know?”

“Abby, has Luka even mentioned Carol since she left?” Susan asked, exasperated.

“No…”

“I don’t know Luka very well, and I’m still getting to know you, but have you considered that maybe he’s not looking for a redux of his first wife? From what I can tell, he seems to like you. You’ve even said it, you’re best friends. Maybe his type changed, and it’s you.”

Abby wasn’t sure how to respond, or even think about it, for that matter. It was times like this where the secret of why they got married weighed on her. She wanted to confide in Susan, for god’s sake. “Huh.”

“Just some food for thought. So...once more unto the breach?”

“As long as Jing-Mei isn’t actually suffering from anything, sure.”

They headed back out, finding Luka, Carol, and Doug right around where they left them.

Luka smiled and reached out to wrap his arm around her shoulder when she got back to him, and Abby leaned in, hooking her arm around his waist. She relaxed at the familiar feel of him pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Maybe Susan was right; maybe this wasn’t a complete disaster.

Then he spoke. “I invited Doug and Carol over for dinner tomorrow night. We can do a nice double date, especially since we haven’t had a chance to celebrate you going back to med school in the next months.”

“You’re going back to med school?” Carol asked sharply, eyeing Abby with renewed suspicion.

Oh, screw this, she thought. “Yep, I sure am. Luka wants me to, so I figured I’d go along with it. Gotta be the good little wife, you know.”

Doug froze, Carol looked taken aback, and even Luka stilled.

Susan took a deep breath, and then blurted out, “Did you all hear that Carter and I dated? What a wild time.”

Doug and Carol just blinked at her, nonplussed, but then she dragged them away, telling them she couldn’t wait to tell them more, that they just had to find Carter.

Abby’s shoulders slumped. She was still angry, but now she had to face the music.

&&&

Luka was confused.

The funeral had been hard, even if he and Mark hadn’t been close. Seeing Rachel, the same age Jasna would be had she lived, always made his heart twist.

He’d been excited to see Carol at first, but it had been weird, to say the least. Doug wasn’t ever going to be in his good books, not after missing the birth of his children and most of their first year. Luka had been a little less than welcoming, but he hadn’t expected the real tension to be between Abby and Carol. That had come out of nowhere.

Abby was keyed up, though he wasn’t sure why exactly. Her brown eyes were snapping and throwing darts while her cheeks darkened and she looked good like that, whatever the reason. It was distracting. He couldn’t focus on what they were saying.

She couldn’t possibly be jealous, could she?

God, he’d had feelings for Carol, sure, but looking back, it was more that she was his first friend in Chicago, the first person who he’d connected with since coming to America. Yeah, he’d been interested, and she’d had a slight interest in return, though it was clear where her heart had lain, and it was never with him. It had hurt at the time, but then Abby had happened. He hadn’t even thought of Carol since. Surely Abby knew that. If not, he’d take her home and thoroughly remind her exactly where his interest was.

Luka was only half listening to Abby and Carol. He didn’t fully tune back in until Susan came up and dragged Abby off to help Jing-Mei with something, leaving him standing awkwardly with Carol and Doug.

“Well, that’s…interesting, Luka. I hope that your marriage is…everything that you wanted.”

Carol’s tone was odd, and he found himself wanting to prove to her how good he had it now. She’d been right that he’d needed someone who really loved him, and he was grateful she had done the right thing and left. Maybe Abby wasn’t 100% there yet, but he thought she was getting there. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. If Carol could only see them together in a more natural setting, she’d see.

The three of them traded a few questions about work, but finally Luka couldn’t help himself.

“How are the girls doing? They’re three now, right? Is Kate letting you sleep now? I remember what a hard time she gave you, that phase when she would only calm down for me.”

It was satisfying to see the amusement slide off Doug’s face at last. Abby would probably have told him not to start a pissing match, but he couldn’t help his disdain for this guy. He had left his children. He left Carol to take care of newborn twins on her own. Yeah, so Carol told him to go, but whatever. Luka would never do that, no matter what happened between him and Abby.

“They both sleep like champs now. At least, they save the screaming and running us ragged for the daylight hours.” Carol gave him a strained smile.

“Good, good.” He’d gotten that jab in and now he didn’t really know what else to say. The other two were shifting now, he’d poked at a wound, and he felt like a jerk instead of feeling vindicated. He looked around, hoping someone would come intervene. He’d even take Carter. Damn, no such luck. “So, uh…how long are you planning to be in Chicago?”

“We leave on Tuesday.”

“Would you, uh, like to come over for dinner on Sunday night? Abby and I would love to have you.” That might have been overstating it a bit, but he didn’t want to leave things like they were.

Doug’s smirk was back and he took a long swig of his drink before shrugging at Carol. Luka wished for some alcohol of his own for a second, but he didn’t dare. He didn’t want to make it harder on Abby.

“Uh, we…don’t have any plans, so…yes, I guess that works for us.”

They made plans for seven and Luka gave her their number to confirm the address later. Abby and Susan came back then and Luka smiled at her return. Whatever the issue had been, she seemed alright now, and he hugged her to his side.

Unfortunately, that was a brief reprieve.

&&&

They didn’t stay long after that, just long enough to make the rounds to give their condolences and greet all their coworkers. Abby softened enough during their brief exchange with Corday and Rachel that Luka thought she had calmed down. But when he put his hand on the small of her back, she scowled at him harshly enough to make him jerk his hand back.

What had he done?

An annoyed Abby would usually snipe at him or even confront him, but this time she was sitting rigid as a stone, staring determinedly out the window while waves of rage poured off her. He waited the whole ride for her to yell at him, to tell him what the problem was so he could fix it, but the only indication that she even knew he was there was how hard she was ignoring him.

Once they made it to their apartment, he shut and locked the door behind them and waited for the onslaught, but Abby headed straight upstairs without a backward glance. Luka took a fortifying breath and followed as she made a beeline for the bathroom and the medicine cabinet. He bounced on his feet as she took some pain pills and swallowed them with water from the sink.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He wished he’d kept quiet when she turned to him with an incredulous glare.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Uh…no? You’re upset that I invited them over…”

Abby stormed off to the bedroom and he followed, hoping that was the right move. He was so lost.

“You seriously need me to spell out why? You’re really that oblivious?”

At his shrug, she groaned in frustration.

“Carol was awful to me through that whole conversation. She acted like I’m beneath you or something, like I had to trick you into marrying me because there’s no other way that could ever happen. And I’m supposed to invite her into our home and…what?”

Luka cringed. He probably should have paid closer attention to that interaction.

“I…I didn’t see it that way. I knew she didn’t approve, and I thought if she saw us together at home, saw how we are together, she might change her mind.”

“Do you need her approval?”

Shit, shit, shit.

“No, I don’t need it. She was just my first friend here, and I thought she’d be happy for me.” Apparently he was wrong there, and that sucked.

“She wasn’t really just a friend, though, was she?”

Luka rocked back on his heels. She was jealous. That was ridiculous, but also…kind of hot. He knew Abby had been insecure about Danijela, but he hadn’t realized she had possessive streak.

“She was cold the first time I met you in the ER, and I thought it was about me being a med student, but now…and then OF COURSE she told you I was married and left off the ‘soon to be divorced’ part of that.”

“Abby…” Okay, that was a little odd. “Maybe she forgot, maybe she was just mistaken?”

“Are you seriously making excuses for her right now, after how she acted today?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention. I saw there was tension, but your eyes got all bright and snappy, and that suit is…my mind wandered, okay? I didn’t hear everything.”

“You cannot be hitting on me right now, not after all of that and you making excuses for her treating me like shit and then inviting her to our home to do it more!”

Luka sighed and lowered himself to the bed, resigning himself to the argument. “I’m sorry! I saw it was weird and wanted to smooth it over.”

“Why does keeping the peace with her even matter when she isn’t part of our lives anymore?”

Okay, he had to know now.

“Is that what this is about—you’re jealous of Carol?”

As soon as it was out, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Abby flinched and he could see the hurt momentarily, before anger took over her face again.

“No, I’m not jealous, do I have reason to be?”

He was pretty sure that meant he was right, even if that wasn’t helpful.

“No, I just thought—she and I weren’t even really together.”

“Well, that wasn’t your choice, was it?”

Okay, now he was getting pissed off, too. “No, it wasn’t. But I haven’t even thought about her in the last couple years.” Not since the first time Abby had kissed him, in fact, but he wasn’t clarifying that now.

“Okay, but you just…you don’t know what that feels like.”

“I don’t know what what feels like?”

He was so lost. This was why he hated fighting, it was never about one thing, it spiraled, and he couldn’t control it.

“Being jealous.”

Huh? Was she serious?

“Wait, what? You think I don’t…? What?”  But he was the oblivious one? “Abby, what the hell did you think all the stuff with Carter was about?”

“I know you got annoyed because I listened to him instead of you, but…”

“Me being jealous was half the reason we broke up! And what did you think the fencing thing was about?”

“Okay, I guess I do know that NOW. I just..the first time we were together, I didn’t think you cared enough to be jealous.”

Did she still not get how he felt about her? Anyone who knew them knew he was head over heels. Hell, their neighbors, strangers, all knew. Everybody except for Carol, apparently, but worse, maybe Abby too.

It wasn’t the time for a love confession. He was still mad, and so was she, though her breathing had slowed and her shoulders slumped. But how did she not know?

“God, Abby, the reason I was only half listening is because I wanted to be with you so badly. How can you not know I want you?”

He had to show her. He spun her toward him by the elbow and she yanked on his tie until he bent down to kiss her roughly. The kiss snapped something between them, and they both turned their energy toward making out furiously instead of fighting. Luka pulled Abby’s hair clip loose and threaded his fingers through her hair, kissing every inch of her he could reach with his mouth as he worked the buttons of her jacket open. She pulled on his tie hard, and he was forced to duck for her to maneuver it over his head before she tossed it somewhere behind him, where it joined his jacket.

He growled at her top with the tiny straps, the kind that normally drove him crazy in a good way but at the moment was just another damn obstacle, before she huffed and pulled it off herself. As he fumbled with her pants—why did women’s pants have to have inside and outside buttons and hooks anyway?—she painstakingly undid each of his shirt buttons, one by one.

“Just rip them!” He bit out impatiently.

“No. I like this one.” She retorted back.

She was still angry. Well, so was he. But he refocused as he slipped her out of her pants and underwear, finally getting his hands on her bare skin as she got his shirt off and ran her nails up his chest.

It didn’t take long to get the last few articles of clothing off, but it still felt like an eternity to Luka. He mouthed at her breast and slipped his hand down to make sure she was ready, and she gripped his hair hard. She moaned and arched against him, and though everything seemed—and certainly felt—right, he had the fleeting thought that perhaps sex wasn’t the healthiest option. But he wanted to get rid of everything in between them: Carol, the space, their clothes, even their own insecurities. So when Abby whined at him in frustration, he hitched her up against him before tossing her lightly on the bed and climbing over her. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid home.

Usually she was the talker in bed, but this time he was, chanting her name, trying to burn his love and longing for her into her skin and brain and heart. She felt so perfect against him and around him. God, she was everything to him, and he was doing his best to show her everyday but especially now. It wasn’t long before she gasped and shivered against him and he finished with a hard jerk and another cry of her name.

He collapsed onto the mattress before pulling her into his arms, hoping she wasn’t going to draw away. It seemed that both of their tempers had been burned out by their passion as she nestled into him and pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. Luka knew Abby’s temper might rekindle at any moment, though, and he searched for the words to repair their rift. It turned out that he didn’t need to.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I know it’s not your fault that Carol was a jerk. It’s just...she was right, in a way.”

“If she thinks you’re not good for me, she was not right, Abby. And I’m sorry she made you feel so bad.”

“No, I mean...I mean about how we got married. It wasn’t exactly traditional.”

Luka winced when he remembered thinking she was ashamed of it. “It wasn’t, but that doesn’t make it wrong or bad.”

“I know, but it does make me wonder…”

Wonder what? She couldn’t think he would marry just anyone. Instead of continuing, she stared at his chest.

“I wouldn’t have married you if it was just to stay here. You know that, right?”

When she didn’t respond, he bent his head and tipped her chin up with a light touch.

“Hey. I wouldn’t have,” he repeated firmly.

She blinked in acknowledgement, but he could see the questions still lingering in her eyes. Ah, to hell with waiting for the right time, she needed to know how he felt, even if it made his gut clench with the fear that she wasn’t there yet.

“Abby, I—“

The ring of the phone interrupted. Luka closed his eyes, torn between relief and annoyance.

“It’s okay, you can answer.” Abby got up and made her way to the bathroom as he watched. As the ringing continued, he threw on his boxer shorts. A hollow, let down feeling settled in his chest as he grabbed for the damn phone.

“Hello?” He answered with little grace, not caring if his tone was impolite.

“Hello? Luka?” It was Carol. Great.

“Uh, yeah.” He waited for her to confirm that she was coming over for the most ill-conceived double date in history.

After an uneasy pause, she spoke. “Doug just reminded me—I forgot with the funeral and all—we actually have plans with Peter and Cleo that night, so we won’t be able to come over for dinner.”

Thank GOD. Luka still kind of wished he could see Tess and Kate, make sure they were alright, and find out if Doug was actually a good father and partner to Carol, but none of that was worth making Abby feel like crap.

He couldn’t remember Benton and Cleo having any particular attachment to Carol. He’d also gotten the feeling there wasn’t a lot of love lost between the two men, either, but he was too grateful for the escape to mention it.

“Oh, that’s…” fantastic! “...a shame. We’ll have to catch you next time.” He begged silently that there wouldn’t be a next time, or that it would look very different from this one.

“Yeah, and about earlier…” He really hoped she wasn’t going to rag on Abby, this time to him. One yelling match in a day was more than enough for him. “I’m sorry if I was a bit, um, surprised by you and Abby. It was an emotional day and it just caught me off guard.”

“Okay…”

“Haleh and Susan filled me in on some of the stuff I missed out on, and I’m really happy that you found someone who loves you, Luka.”

Well, finally. And oh, he hoped she was right.

“Thanks, Carol. I’m glad things are going well for you too, you and Doug and the girls.”

They quickly said goodbye and hung up, and though Luka was still a little annoyed at Carol, he felt relieved to part on decent terms. He looked up to see a now-dressed Abby hovering in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot.

“That was Carol, they had to cancel.”

Abby snorted and smirked. “I’ll bet they did.”

He smiled back. “Anyway, we won’t have to sit through that now. It wasn’t one of my best ideas.”

“You don’t say.” His wife was back to normal, if the eye rolls were any indication.

He took her in, trying to screw up his courage and finish what he’d been about to say before the phone call, when she interrupted.

“I’m starving. Can we get Chinese?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.”

He deflated as she grabbed the phone and called their usual place for delivery.

Abby deserved better, he decided, than a rushed “I love you” as a result of a fight. She didn’t get a romantic proposal--or even a proposal at all, and even their wedding hadn’t been a fairytale, though it had been both romantic and wonderful. It was better to wait, to plan...something...for that declaration. Even if the words burned inside him, she was worth the wait.

[ill-skillsgard]

Dirty Demons, Part 3- Axel Cluney/Zeitgeist

Title: Dirty Demons

Description: It's nice to have a companion on the road to total self-destruction - a continuation of Sweet Demons

Warning: 18+ for sex/language/violence/drugs/kinks of all sorts etc.

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He looked me straight in the eyes and I smirked when I noticed again that one of his irises tended to slide out of place from time to time. It was always the starting point of my analysis of Axel's face. The scar that dashed his cheek stood out right after and led my gaze across the summits of high cheekbones to a nose that turned up more innocently than what should have been allotted to a man of his perversions. Aside from his wandering eye, his face was entrancingly symmetrical with lips a shade shy of rose red. Down his neck, I fixated on the vulgar tattoo that he had marred his pale skin with long before we had ever met. Eat shit and die. The only thing about Axel that seemed different was that he didn't sport as many metal rings. His choice of fashion was still unsettling and he had an undeniable aloofness that only seemed to melt away in the face of... Well, me. He was a chin-up, take-no-shit-from-no-one menace to society that liked to spit in the eyes of authority and enjoyed drawing attention to himself in the worst ways possible yet somehow, I still found him exquisitely cool and magnetic. Being with Axel was like carrying around a polished loaded pistol. Equal parts empowering and terrifying. I couldn't deny that I was still paranoid that word would get out about Axel's return and that somebody would decide to collect the bounty of having put a bullet between the eyes of a deserter. When we rode together I found myself checking my mirrors more than what was necessary just to make sure nobody was tailing us. After the encounter we had had at the Four's clubhouse I was almost certain that we would run into trouble somewhere along the line. Maybe not immediately and maybe not soon but something screamed inside of me that danger would find us on our journey. Axel did his best to distract me but I could tell that he was overcompensating for his unwillingness to let me in on the details of the last two years of his life. Sex was always his weapon of choice and I had to admit that it did work on me for a little while. The first thing we did when we got into our hotel room- proceeding a long and drawn-out argument about where we should stay- was drop our bags and our pants again. Axel had fountains of stamina and an unrelenting libido that my body was constantly being charged with. To be on the receiving end of Axel's remorseless fucking was not without its benefits though and he never neglected my pleasure for too long. Bouncing on his lap or being forced up against a wall, taken from behind, on top of the hotel bureau, in the shower and everywhere he saw fit to sully became the altar of ceaseless passion. The hotel room sheets didn't stay fresh or crisp for long and by the time we took a breather they could have used a changing. When Axel stared at me with his assaulting eyes it was easy to pick out the flecks of nebulous green and slices of dull blue. I drew back to better take in his expression. It looked like a thousand different things scrambled to pour from his mouth but the only thing he managed to ask sent me reeling. "Marry me," he whispered. "Axel... What the fuck?" I laughed but he did not crack a smirk. "Don't laugh." I couldn't help but giggle in anticipation of a smile that never appeared. It wasn't until he drilled me even harder I realized he wasn't just kidding around. "You're not serious," I scoffed. "Does it sound like I'm fuckin' joking?" "No, I guess not." "Well?" Fleering still, I let another laugh slip from my throat and it only served to knit his eyebrows together more tightly. "Are you going to lay there and laugh at me or are you going to answer me?" "Axel... We can't get married." "Why not? Don't you love me?" "Oh my god, Axe... Where is this coming from?" He sat up in bed with a huff of frustration. "What does it matter where it's coming from?" "You don't strike me as the type to let yourself get tied down so easily." "Easily?" He grew tired of my derision. "Angel... You think it was easy for me to find you? You think it was fuckin' easy for me to endure months and months of self-discipline and torture just so I could finally say with confidence that I'm not scared to murder somebody by accident?" "Torture? What torture? What do you mean?" "The shit I had to do to harness control of this... This fucking curse was worse than anything your spoiled ass could ever possibly imagine." When I reached out to touch his arm he flinched away but I did not surrender to his flaring emotions and chose to instead grip him harder and pull him down to the bed again. "You're a fucking asshole, Axe. We argue all the time. Why would you want to... Do that?" I asked. Axel gripped my face and kissed me hard before pulling away, "I like it. You're not afraid. You're not scared of me even though you should be. I'm scared of myself." "Why are you scared of yourself? I thought you had everything under control?" He relaxed back into the bed, sinking into the fluffy hotel pillows and sighed as his gaze rolled to the ceiling. "I do. At least... I think it's under control. You're certainly testing my fucking limits though, woman. If anyone's going to make me choke up a ball of acid, it'll be you." We laid there in silence for a couple of minutes, Axel no doubt reliving his past traumas and me biting my tongue and mulling over the thought of us becoming an old married couple. When I looked back over at him exhibiting the same look of unease, I squeezed his tattooed bicep to take his attention back. "What happened after you left?" I pressed. Axel continued to stare up at the ceiling as though the peaks of stucco were revealing secrets to him. He shrugged his shoulders and I watched the bones shift beneath his pale skin. With his right hand, he raked his hair back and heaved out a sigh. "I killed somebody. That amount is true. We were at some party. One of the other clubs was hosting this big bike show and some kid got in my face. Guess he didn't like the way his woman was staring at me." "Oh, of course, this is about a woman," I huffed. "No. It wasn't like that. Trust me. I was on my best behavior. I was still thinking about you and imagining breaking your neck for trying to ruin my chopper. This kid was just another biker wannabe looking to stir shit up. I saw him egging people on all night until he finally got to me. It all happened so quickly that I hardly remember a thing. All I can remember was the smell of burning flesh and the way it looked when his face started melting away from his skull. I watched his fucking eyes drip out of his sockets like egg yolks, Angel." "My god, Axel. That's disgusting!" He shot me a grave look as if to assure that I had no idea exactly how bad it was to be present for the carnage he inflicted. "He was a recruit. No patch or anything... But still. If it weren't for Max, I would have been hung on a hook and used for target practice. He somehow managed to work that Sweet charm and got me out of there, bullethole-free." "What happened after that?" Axel sat up in bed again. He couldn't get comfortable as he readied himself to tell the rest of the story. "The club sort of turned on me after that. Nobody wanted to come near me. Even Max was afraid to get close to me. I was 'volatile' as they liked to put it. They pretty much had me quarantined. So I left." "But you didn't tell Max, did you?" "Not until I was already gone." "So you did desert them then?" "I had to. I don't expect anybody to understand me or my reasons for leaving but I wasn't going to hang around while everyone flinched the moment I walked into a room. They were waiting for me to get pissed again. They were counting down the seconds until I went off and killed somebody else. I got sick of being the fucking carnival freak." "Where did you go?" "Down South. I had heard about this woman who could take away certain afflictions of the body," Axel rolled his hand. "I thought it was just some witch doctor voodoo bullshit but I'd have tried anything at that point. I met her but she wasn't anything even close to what I thought she would be. She wasn't a shaman or a witch and it wasn't as easy as me asking to be healed. She made me stay and surrender everything I had otherwise she wouldn't help me. I thought she was just going to brew up some potion shit and I would be on my way but it wasn't like that at all." "What happened? What did she do to you?" "She practically beat me to death with sticks and dowels. This weird woman. She had these, I don't know... Henchmen, I guess? Big fuckers and dumb too but they did whatever she told them to and they held me down while she hit me with rods and shit until I got so angry that I... Y'know... Let loose.  Every single day she would make me so fucking pissed that it would just come up. She had me locked up in some kind of barn like a fucking animal and every day she would come down with these two huge bastards and they would just push me and push me until I couldn't be pushed any further. But I realized what she was doing after a while." "What was she doing?" I pried. "Forcing me to control myself. At first, I thought she was trying to kill me but I knew that couldn't be it. She kept me too well-fed." "And did it work?" "Yeah... I think so. Eventually, it started getting harder and harder for her to trigger me but that just meant that she busted my ass even harder. It was straight up torture. They tied me up and... Did shit to me that no person should ever have to endure." "Wow. Axel... I had no idea." "Of course you don't. Nobody does! Nobody has any idea that I went through Hell just to be able to come back here confident enough to know that I'm not a ticking fucking time-bomb." "So are you... Cured?" "There is no cure for what I have. I only have control of it now. It comes only when I want it to. As much or as little as I want it to." A presage of a smile plucked at the corners of his mouth. "Which means I'm that much more dangerous." "Axel... People will start looking for you. What are we going to do if the wrong person catches wind of where you are? What if somebody tries to kill you?" Swallowing hard, the smile that ghosted over his lips caught on and he looked up at me with those peculiar eyes twinkling. "I'd love for somebody to try." "I could kill you in your sleep, you know," I reminded him. "As long as you agree to marry me first." "Fuck you, Axel." "I'm not hearing no." ~*~ The haul up North was long, scenic and punctuated by piss breaks and pulling into truck stops so we could find something to eat, smoke and drink. The food selection on the road was unimpressive in between cities and we happened by possibly the shadiest bar that we possibly could have to break for burgers and beer. The only two patrons in the tavern looked like they could have been related to the bartender and provided us with uncomely sneers when we went in holding our helmets and making noises with our boots that cut into the old twangy country music crackling over two long-lived box speakers. Luckily the bar was so unwelcoming that we ate our food, chugged down a pitcher of beer, rolled joints in the bathroom and took off before anyone of them thought up a reason to assail us. I tried to get used to the fact that no matter where we went, somebody would have mean looks to give to Axel. He was a walking visual punching bag for the greater majority of people but it made me cling to him even more. He didn't know it but I silently swooned over my big, tall, inappropriately dressed lover who had ridden across countries just to find me and had subsequently and unceremoniously asked me to marry him. I refused his marriage proposal only because I knew it wouldn't be the first or last time he would ask. If we made it to Mumby and Lovesick Park without tearing each other's throats out and he could survive a meeting between my mother and me, then I could entertain the idea of us being together permanently. For Axel had his own problems and I knew nothing was going to prepare him properly for what was to come next. There was an emotional eruption surging beneath the crust of my skin and finding my mother could become the tectonic shift that caused me to burst. I feared for the hour of reckoning as a hundred undesirable scenarios taunted me. Landscapes of broiled orange, searing red, golden yellow and green sprawled for miles as we rode through roads carved from great hills of jagged stone. We sailed bridges overlooking vast lakes that shimmered in the selective sun. It was a cloudy day that changed a little bit with each small municipality we passed through. Sometimes it was clear and bright with blue skies dusted in wisps of scant clouds and other times it was grey and threateningly windy. The trees always responded to the atmosphere by shaking and shedding leaves or standing tall and vibrant in the Autumn air. The air whipping at me aroused all of my senses and I sped up, unable to keep myself from smiling as I gained momentum. The further we got from major cities the more beautiful the land became and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to buy farmland and live away from the constant blathering of urban life. Axel could have his own shop and I could have acres of the forest all to myself to disappear into whenever I didn't want to be found. I had spent most years of my life dreading the thought of settling down and becoming a wife but when I glanced ahead at the back of the Widowmaker and saw Axel's face clothed with a black bandanna in his mirrors and the sunlight glinting off the dome of his helmet, I couldn't deny that it was crossing my mind. He could have been the one to change it all. Then I remembered all of the time and labor my father had put into the Motorcity Clubhouse and the bike shop that was home to years of tradition. I could hear his distant voice in my head shouting at me for even thinking about selling my childhood home and the one asset that set us apart from the rest of the world. Dad had spent too much time holed up in his garage tinkering with bikes or fixing cars for his friends and the locals for me to contemplate stripping it down and selling it off. I shook my head and tried to let all thoughts of my parents melt away. At least until we breezed by a big blue road sign welcoming us to Mumby Lake. Population: 2,045. ~*~ We didn't reach the park until night had fallen and the streetlights illuminated a big arcing sign with painted red letters that spelled out the name Lovesick Park. The quaint little trailer park was fenced away behind a thick stone wall and rows of fragrant pines to ensure the privacy of the park's residents. We rode through the entrance and followed a narrow dirt road that swiveled between trees and trailer lots until we saw what looked to be an administration office beside a large empty pavilion. The chugging of our bikes roused the attention of the lone attendant who had been sitting down with his dirty work boots propped up on a simple wooden desk. The kid had a fresh-out-of-high-school camp councilor look about him and when we walked in he dropped his feet to the ground and stood up, nervously eyeing Axel as though he was afraid of having a knife pulled on him. He shuffled from side to side and I could tell he was having trouble deciding whom to direct his attention to. The kid was tall but not as tall as Axel and just growing into his looks despite being smudged with dirt and sweat. "Hi there. I was wondering if you would be able to give us some information?" I cut right to the point to alleviate the obvious internal struggle the teen was having. "Sure. What can I do for you?" He answered. "I was wondering if you would be able to tell me if someone is in this park or if they have been here recently." "Oh," the kid's voice lowered. "I don't think I can help you with that." "Well, you see darlin'... I've been looking for my mom. Her name is Darlene Lockley. Goes by Dar-dar by those that know her well. We've been riding a very long way to find her," I pressed myself up against the desk with my arms tucked underneath my chest to draw the kids eyes downward. Axel watched his troubled brown eyes drop down to my cleavage then shoot back up to my face. Blinking as though he had looked into the sun, he let out another nervous chuckle and tried to avoid Axel's lethal stare that he could probably sense was beginning to burn into him. "I'm sorry ma'am, I can't really talk about the people that come and go here to strangers." "Can't you just look it up on your little computer there for me? I really need to find her. Like I said... We've come a long way looking for her. It's very important that I locate her as soon as possible." The kid wrung his hands and shuffled his feet again. "I don't have access to those kinds of records, ma'am. I'm sorry. It's all password protected, all the records and stuff. I couldn't look if I wanted to." "Somebody around who might have the password?" Axel piped up. "N-no. Sorry. Just me for the night." "What's your name?" I asked. "Greg," the kid replied. "Okay, Greg. My name's Angel and this is Axel. We came a very long way, as I already told you. Any information you can give to us would be extremely helpful. She rides a motorcycle. Probably had dark hair like me. She's a very difficult woman to miss. Can't you just tell me if you recall seeing somebody like her? I'm kind of getting desperate here. She's been missing and I've been doing everything in my power to find her and... if you could give me anything I will be extremely grateful. Think of it this way... if your mom went missing, wouldn't you appreciate any and all help you could get to try to find her?" "My mom's dead but... Yeah. I'm real sorry ma'am. I don't recall." I squeezed my fists and clenched my jaw. Greg was going to be of absolutely no help. He watched dumbly for our reactions in hopes that we would concede and leave him to continue watching whatever garbage television program was playing on the old tube TV perched on the corner of the desk. The dead end that we had hit suddenly blinded me and I could feel anger begin to boil in my gut. There was nowhere left to go. "Very sorry to hear about your mom, Greg. I suppose... If you really have no information at all, our search ends here." "How much for a campsite?" Axel sighed heavily, making his annoyance known. "Campsites are reserved only for trailers. You need a trailer and you have to complete the registration to station one here," "Damn, Greg... You're really a stickler for the rules, huh?" Axel scoffed. "I'm sorry. I just work here." "What if I said that we do have a trailer? Then would you let us rent a site?" Greg leaned over and peered out the screen door, saw our bikes glinting in the moonlight and then looked back at us. "But... You don't." "Whatever, Axe. I'm too tired for this. It's almost midnight and I'm exhausted. This really has been one shit pile after the next." "We have to find somewhere to sleep for the night, Angel. Let's go. We'll come back tomorrow." Greg grimaced as I turned away from the desk. "Wait... I'm... I'm really sorry. I wish I could help. But, I might be able to give you a place to stay the night. Maybe." "Maybe? What do you mean?" I asked. The kid peered through the screen door again and smirked when he saw our bikes still parked where we had left them. "I might be able to let you stay in one of the abandoned trailers if...-" "If what?" Axel pushed. "If you let me ride that green bike," his voice quickened with excitement over the thought of getting on the Widowmaker and taking it down the road. Axel nearly howled with sarcastic laughter. "Dream on, kid!" "Just around the park? Once? I know how to ride one. I ride dirt bikes all the time." "Dream. The fuck. On. Nobody rides the Widow unless they're on the back and have a pussy. Now, I'm not one to make assumptions but unless you have a hole and not a pole between your legs, it ain't fuckin' happening!" "Come on, Axe. Just let the kid ride it." "No! He can ride yours." "I don't want to ride the pink one." "Hey! My bike is just as good as his. Colours don't make it faster!" "Like fuck! No. No, no, no. We are not having this conversation. Now come on, we're tired. Just let us stay in one of your sites and I won't keep contemplating ripping your eyeballs out of your skull for staring at my woman's tits!" "What? I wasn't-" "Or even better... You tell us if you've seen Darlene then give us the keys to a trailer and maybe I won't duct tape you to your chair and set the building on fire!" Axel bumped into the counter threateningly, warning the kid that there wasn't much separating them and that he was crazy enough to make good on his promises. I watched the kid's eyes grow wide and the swift movement sent him reeling back, kicking away the rolling chair that he had been sitting in further away. "I like you Greg, but I don't have a tonne of patience left. So what's it gonna be? Are you going to let us stay here the night or are you going to make us get back on our bikes and leave? Because you know, I could really use a good sleep right about now. Might make me a little more open to suggestion tomorrow. Maybe I might feel a little more generous after a solid eight hours. Hm? Catch what I'm trying to say?" "Okay. Yeah, all right. Let me just go grab the keys," Greg poked his thumb over his shoulder. "Atta boy," Axel clapped his gloved hands together once, victorious over the teen. I sighed when Greg came back with a single key attached to a bent metal ring. He looked back and forth between us like he had another disappointing thing to say. "It's not going to be very welcoming but... There's electricity," he explained. "There a bed?" Axel asked. Greg gave a portentous nod that rose our suspicions about the state of said sleeping quarters. "Good enough for me then," Axel shrugged. We were led down a dirt road flanked by trailers that had been permanently affixed in their lots by solid wood awnings and decks that had been built around the portable homes. Some of them looked more like cottages and less like trailers and no two were exactly alike. Some were rusty and the tin sidings still had flakes of old paint spelling out names like "Predator Junior" or "Tundra Eagle". Lawn chairs and fire pits were abundant at first but the longer we walked down the road the less cozy everything looked. There was an old tube trailer that looked like it could have been housing a drug lab or the den of a deranged sex pervert and I held my breath in silent hope that it wasn't the trailer Greg was leading us to. I only let my breath escape me as we walked on by but I couldn't see much else besides the edge of the stone wall that wrapped around Lovesick Park. That was until we turned down the road and saw a squatly dilapidated trailer no bigger than a camper van and tall enough that the top of Axel's head may have scraped it if he wore his boots in. The roof was concave and about ready to collapse inward. The glass shutters were opaque and dirty, incapable of letting in much light, not that there was any to be welcomed. It made the silver meth-lab trailer look a lot more appealing by comparison. "Wow, Greg. Looks like there's been a whole lot of rape and ritual sacrifice performed in there," Axel chuckled. "Sorry, I know it doesn't look very appealing but... You can at least sleep on a bed." "A bed of nails, maybe. When was the last time someone was in there?" Axel kicked at the overgrown grass shooting up around the perimeter of the trailer. "It used to be my uncle's. He ran the park for a while." "We're not going to be expecting him back any time soon, are we?" "Nah. He's long gone. Bought a park out East after he sold this one to my dad. He used to let the groundskeeper stay in here for free." Axel and I stared at each other, unease permeating between us until he turned back to Greg with a smirk. "And the groundskeeper is now where?" Greg held out the keys for Axel to take. "He's gone too. We have a team that comes in every week now. They just come in with a big van, do their thing and then take off." "Well, that's nice. I'm glad Lovesick Park is making improvements," Axel handed the key to me with an amused grin. "Axe... Our bikes?" "Yeah. Give me your keys. I'll bring the bikes over. You go on inside and spruce up the place for us, okay, honey? Turn this little shitbox into a nice, livable little temporary home. Chase off the raccoons and you know, dust off the cobwebs and shit," Axel joked. "Greg and I will ride the bikes down." The kid's face lit up so much I could see it despite the streetlight barely reaching over the parapets of pine trees standing guard along the edge of the park. I accepted the key and once Axel clapped his hand on Greg's shoulder and started off towards the pavilion to get our bikes, I stepped up to the locked door of the trailer and shoved the key in. The lock resisted being opened and it took two hands for me to get it to budge. Once it finally turned I pulled on the handle and the door opened with a nasty ringing of old rusted springs. Scowling into the darkness, I felt a shiver go up my spine. I wanted to wait for Axel to come back before I set foot inside but I also didn't want to stand at the edge of the entrance for too long staring into the gloom of the forlorn trailer. Musty air and waterlogged wood panels were all I could smell and taste as I stepped inside and let the screen door slam shut behind me. The roof was so low it made me feel claustrophobic and I ran my hand along the walls to find a light switch. Once I located the switch I flipped it on and immediately wished I hadn't. The front of the trailer had a small table built into the wall opposite the entrance and one white plastic lawn chair tucked away underneath it. There was a glass ashtray filled to the brim with yellowed peeling cigarette butts and chalky ashes that had spilled over onto the surface. The many uniform nicks in the wood looked like they had come from the point of a blade and dust clung by the inch to everything from the blinds to the floor. When I took another step in, my boots crunched over dried leaves that formed a less-than-romantic path into the shallow depth of the rest of the trailer. The tiny kitchen was barren and I peered over into a little metal sink that a fat spider had turned into prime real estate. Tiny fruit fly carcasses were trapped in it's netting while it made quick work of wrapping another dead thing up in its silken threads. There were cupboards overhead but I dared not rifle through them for fear I might come across bigger skeletons than just beetles and flies. The bed was in the back and although it was big enough for both Axel and myself to sleep on, that was about the only thing about it that didn't give off a forbidding aura. Swathed in an old knitted blanket and bedecked with outdated throw pillows, I frowned and found myself wishing for a motel room of all things. I heard the sounds of two blaring engines approaching and went to the front of the trailer to see Greg riding the Widowmaker up the dirt road and Axel riding my bike behind him. As they pulled up and touched down to park, I could hear the kid laughing heartily. I didn't blame him for wanting to ride Axel's bike. The Widowmaker looked like a toy that a nine-year-old kid would design for themselves come to life. Greg gave it one more rev for good measure before turning it off and handing the keys and helmet over to Axel. "All right, junior. That's enough fun for tonight. Might want to get back to your post, eh?" "Yeah. I guess so. Well... Have a good night," I heard Greg call out. "See ya tomorrow, champ," Axel concluded, pocketing both my keys and his before securing our helmets. He opened the trailer door after locking our helmets and peered in with as much caution as I had. "Honey!" Axel exclaimed as he stepped inside and immediately noticed that he would have to duck to fit. "I thought I said spruce up the place?" "I think this is as spruced as it's going to get, husband." His eyes darkened lustfully at me before he scooped me off my feet and walked me down the narrow hall to the back room. The heaviness of his footsteps set the whole trailer rocking and I squealed when he tossed me onto the bed. "God, it looks like the spirit of someone's grandma lives in that fucking bed," he grimaced as he took in the image of me sitting on the shabby slab of a mattress with clouds of dust settling around me as I ran my hand over the wool blanket for him to join. "How many people do you think fucked and died on this bed?" I asked with a teasing smirk. Axel dove onto the bed beside me and rolled around until he had me completely encircled by his arms and legs. "Who knows. We'll probably be next," Axel gave a casual shrug. "I thought you weren't going to let that kid ride your bike?" "I know, I know. Small price to pay for such a luxurious accommodation though, right? I mean... Look at this place! Mold on the ceiling... These fine linens that definitely don't smell like old piss. And I don't even want to see how nice the bathroom is! It's so roomy! We should just stay here forever." "You know how I love the taste of dust," I mused. "Exactly! And look," Axel pointed to the crushed leaves littering the warped linoleum floors. "You get the rustic look all year round!" We giggled and made our jokes about the state of the little trailer until Axel rolled onto his back and sighed dreamily. He clutched at my hand for a moment before realizing his gloves were still on. After he peeled them off and set them on the checkerboard-sized table at the side of the bed, he resumed holding my hand until that bored him enough to pull me closer. "I could be happy here," Axel joked. "We could build a port for the bikes, get friendly with the neighbors. We could become permanent residents of Lovesick Park. Doesn't that sound nice?" "Hell no... If we ever get a trailer, it's going to be one of those big ass Winnebagos with everything in it. Smart fridge, microwave, leather seats, fifty inch TVs, king-sized bed in the back. Everything!" "Oh yeah? And where is all this money gonna come from, missy? You got seven figures in the bank?" I squirmed on the bed until Axel let me loose from his grip. I turned to face him so I could speak seriously and not have him fondling my tits while pressing his half-hard dick into my ass. "It's kind of weird for me to actually say this out loud but... Yeah. I have millions now, Axe. My dad left everything to me." "That makes sense." "No! It doesn't make sense! It makes no sense. Up until the last year he was around he had it in his will that the club and the property would go to my mom. I thought that's how it stayed. He knew that I didn't want anything to do with his shop or any of the bikes. Hell, I was supposed to go back to school." "But you didn't." I placed my hand on Axel's chest and toyed with the distressed neck of his shirt, pulling it down so I could properly read his tattoo again. "After he died, I got a call from his lawyer. I didn't even know he had a lawyer." "A good outlaw usually has a good lawyer." "My dad was hardly an outlaw in the end. Maybe more of a town mascot." "He was a legend. He is a legend." "Anyway, he must have had the will changed without me knowing because the lawyer told me I had a bunch of shit to sign and when I asked he said it was to sign the property over to me." "So how does your mom fit into all of this?" "I just need to know, y'know? I need to know why she just jetted and I need to know why she didn't come to his fucking funeral. My dad's exes from high school came to pay respect. Once I have both sides of the story, maybe I'll feel more comfortable owning a world-famous club." "Or less comfortable," Axel remarked. "I'm sitting on a gold mine. The property value is huge. If I sold it we could get that million-dollar motorhome and just cruise. We could go everywhere. Anywhere we wanted." Axel blinked rapidly, "wait, wait, wait. You're thinking of selling the club? Your house and the shop?" "I don't want to stay stuck in the Port like my dad was. Fuck... After he couldn't ride anymore he never left that place once and I just... It's full of bad memories and ghosts. I don't want my life to revolve around one or two fucking days of the year. I just want to be free and just fucking... Ride. I don't want to be tethered to an old tradition that my dad invented with his drinking buddies." "That doesn't mean you have to sell it. What about... What's his face? Bird-man? Your fuckin' loverboy back home running the shop," Axel snapped his fingers to help jog his memory. "Braun?" "Yeah. He already knows his way around. Why don't you just let him run the show? Isn't that what you're doing right now?" "See, that's where this fucking paradox comes in and makes me think about how I don't want anybody else to run my dad's business. He left it to me. Me! When he knew that I wanted nothing to do with the club for years. I can't neglect it. It would be such a slight on his name if I dumped all the work on Braun and collected the cheques." He stretched his long limbs out over the bed and gave a great yawn. I was feeling tired too but it felt good to finally talk to him about the inner struggle I had been toting around with me for months. Staring at me with his unforgiving eyes, he smiled and I felt like no matter which route I took, everything was going to be fine. I had him back and whether we were on the road or cozied up in a derelict trailer that barely blocked the wind, he would protect me. Axel would have my back. "We'll figure it out. Not right now though because I'm tired. But we will. We'll figure all our shit out and then... Then we'll get married and buy a fuckin' Winnebago and a trailer for our bikes." "I love you, Axe." "I know," he snorted "I love you too, brat."

[civilians-of-nothingtown]

oc masterlist

sorry i havent gotten around to this until now! ive been busy :(

but here it is! a main summary/overview/list of all my ocs ill be talking about on this blog. its below the ‘read more’ because this is a pretty long post. ;)

Tyler Alexeev ( #tyler alexeev - oc )

Age: 20

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Abilities:

- none, although he is surprisingly strong

Disorders:

- Severe Anxiety Disorder / Agoraphobia / Social Anxiety Disorder

- Bipolar Disorder

Tyler was orphaned at a young age, due to an unfortunate accident. This accident led him to eat his parents and proceeding to run off into the woods. He’s lived there ever since – he built a house, and became a “park ranger”. He’s really just paid by wildlife services since he keeps the animals safe from poachers. He met Elias when he was around 17 and has lived with him since then.

Elias ( #elias - oc )

Age: 18

Sexuality: Bisexual, heavily male leaning

Status: Single (please don’t date this guy)

Gender: Male

Species: Werefox, genetically modified with raccoon genes

Abilities:

- incomplete regeneration ; can put limbs back and restore partial function to lost limbs

Disorders:

- PTSD / Adjustment Disorder / Reactive Attachment Disorder

- Schizoid Personality Disorder

- Antisocial Personality Disorder

- literal god complex

Elias was taken from his parents for government experimentation when he was 10. The facility he was held in was to test the extremities of his kind (werefoxes) and subjected him to gruesome tests and exposure to hazardous chemicals. The exposure led him to develop unnatural regenerative abilities… He’s too undead. He always smells like rotting flesh. And on top of that, they experimented with genetic modifications, giving him modifications of a raccoon. He eventually broke out, somehow getting a guard’s gun and killing everyone who dared stand in his way. He now lives with Tyler and has an odd infatuation with guns and a serious sadism problem.

Ross Allegri ( #ross allegri - oc )

Age: 700

Sexuality: Bisexual, also heavily male leaning

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Werecat (brown Abyssinian cat)

Abilities:

- ancestor was cursed with a third eye

- can die 9 times before it’s permanent

- cannot be killed easily unless with silver

Disorders:

- mild ADD / ADHD

- PTSD

He had a shitty home life when he was young; his mother calls both him and his dad freaks. Soon his dad took off, leaving Ross with his verbally abusive mother. The minute he became mature enough to move out, he did, although he’s mostly broke and is addicted to smoking weed. He currently works at Hot Topic with his cousin Rogue, and acts in snuff films on the side, since he cannot die unless the weapon is silver.

Salem Agnelli ( #salem agnelli - oc )

Age: 19

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single, very brokenhearted

Gender: Male

Species: Fallen Angel

Abilities:

- eternal life

- superhuman strength / speed

- insane healing factor

- illusion casting

- healing

- telekinesis

Disorders:

- Bipolar Depression / Mania

- Severe ADHD / ADD

Mother was emotionally abusive, father took off. He moved out and went to college, currently studying biomedical engineering. He lives in his friend Alex’s (not MY Alex) house and works at a Wal-Mart. When he first moved out, he got turned into a fallen angel after a hookup with a guy at a bar and is now cursed with immortality. He regularly binds his wings to his back so they aren’t seen.

SR700 ( #sr700 - oc )

Age: technically he was assembled 5 years ago but 23

Sexuality: he’s confused

Status: Single

Gender: Male (they/them he/him)

Species: Android infused with cyberdemon blood (Cyberdemons are a closed original species)

Abilities:

- cyberdemon abilities, which include durability, strength, etc

Disorders:

- n/a

An advanced, weaponized android infused with cyberdemon blood, giving him unnatural abilities. He’s currently a SWAT team member.

Rose ( #rose - oc )

Age: 22

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Gender: Female

Species: Avian (Closed original species) [magpie variant]

Abilities:

- rapid healing / healing abilities

- extreme durability

- high blood volume

Disorders:

- Severe Anxiety Disorder / Agoraphobia / Social Anxiety Disorder

- PTSD

- Clinical Depression

- Avoidant / Paranoid Personality Disorder

Rose’s parents were cruel beings, unable to deal with having a half-bird child. They beat her mercilessly and forced her to bind her wings, stunting their growth and causing them irreversible joint problems. After her parent’s… Unfortunate death, she ran away and followed her dream of being in the police force. She works at the same station SR700 is at, and they’re very good friends. Although later on in her life she got kidnapped by Leo, who did numerous things to her, including keeping her as a pet and digging her eye out - so now she wears a bandanna to cover the scar of the hole, along with numerous other scars that can’t be covered. The feathers on one side of her face are missing and scarred over.

Zeksis ( #zeksis - oc )

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single

Gender: Male (FtM)

Species: Human

Abilities:

- n/a

Disorders:

- Clinical Depression

Zek is an orphan who’s currently living in his own apartment with a job at Spencer’s. He’s the school’s drug dealer and has had a couple of rough patches in his life, but he’s overall pretty okay. He carries around a crowbar and is often easily angered or pissed off.

Rogue Milano ( #rogue milano - oc )

Age: 170

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Taken by August (Alex’s OC)

Gender: Male

Species: Werecat (gray Nebelung cat)

Abilities:

- ancestor was cursed with a third eye

- can die 9 times before it’s permanent

- cannot be killed easily unless it’s silver

Disorders:

- Severe PTSD / Anxiety Disorder

- Antisocial Personality Disorder

- Depression

He was stolen as a young kit to be used as a weapon for a powerful gang, who basically broke down his sanity until there was none left. Far back in his lineage (he’s related to Ross) a powerful witch cursed his whole bloodline with a third eye in the middle of their forehead. They forced him into a pet mentality, and gave him two extremely strong metal prosthetic arms as a replacement for those he lost during a hit. He killed his ‘master’ (he forced Rogue to call him that) and eventually escaped, but he never truly recovered because he never remembered his actual name. So he calls himself Rogue. He started to work at the same Hot Topic Ross works at.

Adonis Errus ( #adonis errus - oc )

Age: over 1000 years old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Taken by Max (Peri’s OC)

Gender: Male

Species: Demon

Abilities:

- strong persuasion

- toxic blood

- abnormal strength

- rapid healing

Disorders:

- mild PTSD

Adonis is a demon who was tasked with making humans commit the sin of lust; specifically lust for sex and lust for food. He has snake-like attributes (red-bellied black snake ones, to be specific) and venom that acts as an aphrodisiac. He was also kidnapped by Leo and used as an object, but he’s forcefully forgotten most of that experience. He works at a club as a dancer.

Anxietatem ( #anxietatem - oc )

Age: 23

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Cyberdemon (Closed original species)

Abilities:

- rapid healing

- abnormal strength

- dense body mass

Disorders:

- Severe Anxiety Disorder

Sent to kill people, hindered by his anxiety. He spends most of his time hiding away in his house in his human form, afraid of being feared. His demon form is a four-armed beast with long black horns and four bright purple eyes (his body is completely pitch black), along with a tail. His blood, just like his eyes, is bright purple. He works at a little bookstore that he loves to death. Currently struggling with the fact that he has to eat humans to survive, and that need is moot with Thorn and Alex since they’re part human.

Jakkal Sibuna ( #jakkal sibuna - oc )

Age: thousands of years old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Demigod (Son of Anubis)

Abilities:

- reanimation

- immortality

- shapeshifting (into a jackal)

Disorders:

- n/a

Jakkal is the forbidden offspring of Anubis, the Egyptian god of embalming/the dead, and a mortal who practiced witchcraft. He can morph fully into a black jackal with Egyptian style markings, or just his head, which is his favorite to do. He currently works as a bouncer at the same club Adonis works at.

Thorn ( #thorn - oc )

Age: 22

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Taken by Salias (Lilly’s OC)

Gender: Female

Species: Stunted Cyberdemon (Closed original species)

Abilities:

- rapid healing

- abnormal strength

- dense body mass

Disorders:

- n/a

She’s basically a mutated cyberdemon stuck in limbo between human form and demon form, and so she managed to escape being slaughtered by coming to Earth and hiding herself. She works with Jakkal as a bouncer, and tries to juggle caring for Alex and her unfortunate alcohol addiction. Her blood is electric blue like her eyes.

Alex ( #alex [c] - oc )

Age: technically, since they age fast, 3. but he appears to be 18

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Cyberdemon hybrid

Abilities:

- rapid healing

- abnormal strength / body density

- four arms

Disorders:

- n/a

Bastard child of Thorn and her long ex boyfriend, a human. He, (sigh) was also taken by Leo and used as an attack dog. He’s stuck in a semi-demon form, having four arms (one pair is retractable), a stubby tail, four eyes and little horns. His eyes and blood are bright red, since all cyberdemons have a random blood color at birth.

Morthraxul / Max ( #morthraxul - oc )

Age: 19

Sexuality: Bisexual, heavily male leaning

Status: Taken by Max but open to a poly relationship

Gender: Male

Species: Demon (Gojira, closed species of my own)

Abilities:

- rapid healing

- possession

- abnormal strength

- persuasion

Disorders:

- n/a

He was sent away at a young age so he wouldn’t be slaughtered, and came to Earth. Tide saved his life and formed a bond with him, even if Tide is unfortunately possessive. He’s a very bubbly person and loves meeting new friends, although he has to eat hearts to live.

Tide ( #tide - oc )

Age: 22

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Taken by Max but open to a poly relationship

Gender: Male

Species: Human (drinks/injects demon blood)

Abilities:

- persuasion

- super strength

- claws

Disorders:

- god complex

A priest who isn’t actually religious; he worships demons and uses his job advantages to summon demons and drink their blood, which he is addicted to. It makes him have violent outbursts and random attribute changes, which are currently only at bright red eyes and sharp teeth. He honestly loves Max with all his heart, but his expression of it is unfortunately twisted due to his deteriorated mental state.

Leonard / Leo Mac Domhnaill ( #leo mac domhnaill - oc )

Age: 20

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Demon prince

Abilities:

- immortality

- rapid healing

- super strength

Disorders:

- god complex

- Intermittent Explosive Disorder

- Severe Bipolar Disorder

- Schizoid / Schizotypal Personality Disorder

Demon Prince with amazingly sweet parents, until they were brutally murdered. The loss of his parents drove him insane, and it turned him into a sadist hell-bent on keeping people as ‘pets’ - although that may change since as I’m writing this, he’s dead. But he may be brought back. Before insanity took hold he loved to bake and throw parties and sew. He has bright green mint hair and grayish horns, bright amber eyes, and a white lion tail. His dad was a demon with a lion head, and his mother was a lower demon with simple features.

Kiielbeyatt / Kiel ( #kiielbeyatt - oc )

Age: 21

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Salval (closed alien species, mine)

Abilities:

- extremely swift & light

- very fast reflexes

- bioluminescent

Kiel came to Earth to escape his parents, who dislike him due to not having venom glands like he’s supposed to. I’m not going to describe it here (I’ll post it later) but he comes from a planet of humanoid reptilians. His green freckles are bioluminescent and so is his hair, which is also neon green. His eyes are a darker blue, but he has a ridiculous fashion sense and a snake tail. He loves to make new friends and he honestly loves Earth quite a bit.

Reese Volkov (#reese volkov - oc)

Age: 18

Sexuality: Questioning

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Beastkin (a species by @/gatobob)

Abilities:

- quite fast, very agile

- claws, sharp teeth

- can see dead people; can’t interact

- he has snow leopard features

Disorders:

- N/A

Reese and his sister, Sasha, were moved from Russia when they were very small by their parents to avoid the ridicule of having to grow up in a small town who thought all beastkin were evil, etc. Anyway, Reese lives with his sister in an apartment and works at an arcade, and he’s currently taking online college courses. Reese took on his father’s full snow leopard features, giving him brilliant green eyes and three black cuff markings on each of his wrists and ankles. He loves salad and Marvel movies. Reese didn’t inherit his father’s height - he inherited his mother’s. He’s 5'2".

Sasha Volkov (#sasha volkov - oc)

Age: 21

Sexuality: Lesbian

Status: Taken by Clark

Gender: Female (MtF)

Species: Beastkin (again, a species by @/gatobob)

Abilities:

- fast and agile

- claws, sharp teeth

- she inherited her father’s strength

- she has arctic fox features

Disorders:

- N/A

Sasha’s parents were a snow leopard (father) and an arctic fox (mother), who moved them from Russia at a young age. She’s a huge tomboy and loves her girlfriend with all her heart. She loves to watch crime shows and eat fruit - she also shares the three cuff markings (all in the same places) with her brother. She has brilliant blue eyes and the same hair color as her brother as well. She also inherited her father’s height - she stands at a whopping 6'2".

Clark Smith (#clark smith - oc)

Age: 19

Sexuality: Lesbian

Status: Taken by Sasha

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Abilities:

- she can draw really well

- advanced telekinesis

- clairvoyant

Disorders:

- N/A

Clark is a sweet girl who loves Star Wars, history, and video game design. She’s currently in school to become a video game developer, after moving out of her parents’ house. She works at a small café with her girlfriend Sasha and often uses her abnormal abilities to do her work quickly. Her favorite color is purple, so naturally, her hair is long and dark purple. She’s a little bit on the rebellious side, having numerous piercings and small tattoos.

Karnarka (#karnarka - OC)

Age: 21

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Naga

Abilities:

- immune to poison

- hypnosis

- snake features (feathered tree viper)

Disorders:

- extreme anger issues

Kar is an extreme hothead, his anger mainly being towards the fact that everyone thinks he’s a freak. He has blonde hair with black tips and gray eyes, with a scar over his left eye. He moved out when he graduated from college, after his dad practically kicked him out. He currently lives in a small house of his own with a pet snake named Zeus.

Natalia Amius (#natalia amius - oc)

Age: 394

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Married (to Virgil Amuis)

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Abilities:

- superhuman strength

- persuasion

- immortality

- telepathy

- pyrokinesis

- shapeshifting

Disorders:

- N/A

Natalie was born quite a while ago, obviously. She was bitten by a vampire in her village and fled as soon as she turned. She met Virgil in the 1900s, and immediately fell for him when she found out he shared her same… Sadistic tendencies. She lures people (of all genders) in with her looks before draining them; if she likes you well enough she may just turn you. She’s got black hair and bright red eyes.

Virgil Amuis (#virgil amuis - oc)

Age: 1,000

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Married (to Natalia Amius)

Gender: Male

Species: Fallen angel (seraphim)

Abilities:

- immortality

- superhuman strength & speed

- advanced healing

- illusion casting

- control over the heavenly fire

Disorders:

- bipolar disorder

Virgil was cast down from heaven after he burned a human being alive – and he’s been doing the same thing ever since. He fell in love with Natalia immediately and they still love each other quite a bit, despite the affairs they both have. He owns a strip joint, and he’s quite the slut, really. Black hair with red tips, and milky white eyes. He also lures people in, but gives them to his wife or kills them himself. He turned Salem into a fallen angel and only did it because he’s quite fond of the boy.

Vazamoth (#vazamoth - oc)

Age: 27

Sexuality: Bisexual (male leaning)

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Demon king (a son of Mammon)

Abilities:

- alternate demon form

- superhuman strength

- persuasion

- mind control

Disorders:

- N/A

Vaz, as he goes by, is a surgeon at quite an uppity hospital. He’s filthy rich, and as a demon of greed, he always wants more. 6’ without goat legs, 7’ with them. Black hair, piercings, many facial scars, and a pair of black bat wings tattooed on his back. His demon form includes reddish-black goat haunches, black spiked tail, sharp teeth, and bull horns. He can control these at will. He’s a bit arrogant, but once he warms up to you (which takes a long while) he’s caring.

Gabriel (#gabriel - oc)

Age: 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Angel

Abilities:

- control over heavenly fire

- immortality

- amazing healing factor

- persuasion

Disorders:

- N/A

Gabriel is down on Earth earning his wings – he wants to be in the heavenly court one day. Despite this, he experiments with human things, such as sex, drugs, etc. He’s got a big crush on Vaz, but he won’t admit it since it’s basically forbidden. He’s got bright red eyes and stark-white hair, and a cross branded on the nape of his neck. His wings are a bit small, but they’re still growing.

Tenki Gyaltsen (#tenki gyaltsen - oc)

Age: 23

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Werewolf

Abilities:

- normal werewolf abilities, immune to most everything but silver

- can commune with animals

Disorders:

- N/A

Tenki used to live up north, and he came down to go to school. He wants to be a veterinarian when he gets older, and due to his werewolf lineage, he’s amazing at it already. He can hold his alcohol extremely well and has brilliant green eyes and dark brown hair. His fur is also dark brown – he has the ability to turn fully into a dog since he’s pureblooded.

Lena Metzger (#lena metzger - oc)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual (female leaning)

Status: Single

Gender: Female

Species: Werewolf (black german shepherd)

Abilities:

- normal werewolf abilities, immune to most everything but silver

- can commune with animals

Disorders:

- N/A

Works as a butcher in her dad’s shop – has a side hustle of being behind most of Rogue’s hits. She works for the government in the ‘tech department’ where she programs targets into their supersoldier’s heads. She’s a bit of a stone-hearted asshole, and it seems like she never laughs. She’s got dark black hair and hazel eyes. Has the ability to turn fully into a dog, and loves it.

Kaskae Tikaani (#kaskae tikaani - oc)

Age: 20

Sexuality: Gay

Status: On / Off Relationship With Andreas

Gender: Male

Species: Werewolf (alaskan malamute)

Abilities:

- normal werewolf abilities, immune to most everything but silver

- can commune with animals

Disorders:

- N/A

Kaskae is from Cali, and he’s wanting to go into fashion when he goes to college. He’s on his way to doing that, happily working at the mall. His hair is red (which he has dyed so it fades to a soft pink towards the ends), which matches his red/white colored fur. He’s got a very bubbly personality and he’s built like a football player, although he hates sports. He loves animals as well. He prefers only showing the ears and tail parts of his abilities, but he can also turn fully into a dog.

Fen Kuang (#fen kuang - oc)

Age: 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Status: Single

Gender: Female

Species: werewolf (chow chow)

Abilities:

- normal werewolf abilities, immune to most everything but silver

- can commune with animals

Disorders:

- N/A

Fen grew up in a strict household, immediately moving out upon graduating high school. She’s extremely femme and wants to have a fashion line, and is actually going to college for that. Blonde, almost cream colored hair and blue-green eyes. She loves bright and pastel colors and loves to draw as well. Her fur color is cream.

Andreas Schmidt (#andreas schmidt - oc)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: On / Off occasional relationship with Kaskae

Gender: Male

Species: werewolf (doberman pinscher) / pyrokinetic cross

Abilities:

- normal werewolf abilities, immune to most everything but silver

- can commune with animals

- pyrokinesis

Disorders:

- anger issues

His mother was a pyrokinetic, and his father was a werewolf. He’s furious at his father for not ‘keeping the bloodline clean’. He hates the pyrokinetic part of himself, especially the bright red eyes it gives him. He can’t even control it. But he’s a boxer and fights often, so he’s got a little bit of an outlet.

Enid (#enid - oc)

Age: 21

Sexuality: Bisexual, but questioning still

Status: Single

Gender: Female

Species: Avian (closed species made by me) [crow variant]

Abilities:

- rapid healing / healing abilities

- extreme durability

- high blood volume

- umbrakinesis (darkness manipulation)

Disorders:

- Bipolar disorder

Enid went to an underground all-girls school for avians, where she was taught how to use her mutated powers for extremely bad things. It was run by a cult of avians who wanted humans completely exterminated. Luckily, she escaped, but she’s on the run from them. She currently lives with Fen as a roommate, and she’s incredibly happy with that. She has long black hair with an odd sheen to it, crow wings and a tail, and black feathers on her chest and face. Her eyes burn a bright icy blue and she usually keeps to herself, due to her destructive and manic tendencies. She loves to read and is extremely smart.

Njord Sangster (#njord sangster - oc)

Age: appears 26, actually 260

Sexuality: Straight (but possibly gay; hes experimenting)

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Werecat (light gray Norwegian forest cat)

Abilities:

- 9 lives, immune to death unless wound inflicted by silver

- night vision

- purebred, can turn into a cat at will

- able to withstand ridiculously cold temperatures

Disorders:

- N/A

Njord was born in Norway, but moved to go to art school. He's generally very quiet and has difficulty speaking proper English. He’s become a carpenter, taking great joy in building things. He has long gray hair that’s usually in a ponytail, with brilliant golden eyes. His fur is a silvery-gray, and he’s quite tall (6′). He lives in a house he built himself and likes to draw and make things out of spare wood in his free time. He wants to become a comic book illustrator. His father was from Norway and his mother was from Scotland.

Ari Norophine (#ari norophine - oc)

Age: 20

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Avian (closed species made by me) [greater yellow-headed vulture variant]

Abilities:

- rapid healing / healing abilities

- extreme durability

- high blood volume

Disorders:

- N/A

Ari and his brother are practically inseparable, although Nikolas is adopted. He loves to sing and perform, and he even enjoys theater. His hair is oddly yellow with a red streak in it, and his feathers are simply black. Ari works at the local theater as a stagehand/actor.

Nikolas Norophine (#nikolas norophine - oc)

Age: 23

Sexuality: Bisexual (male leaning)

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Avian (closed species made by me) [bearded vulture variant]

Abilities:

- rapid healing / healing abilities

- extreme durability

- high blood volume

- low form of pyrokinesis (appendages being able to heat up, fire breath)

Disorders:

- PTSD

- Extreme Social Anxiety

Nikolas was adopted by the Norophine family after his birth parents gave him up. Ari was five at the time, and 8-year-old Nikolas was already pretty traumatized. He hates to delve into it because it induces panic attacks. He immediately bonded with Ari, who is the only person he trusts to be around him. Nikolas, who sometimes goes by Nik, writes under a false name for a newspaper column. Nobody has ever seen him since he spends most of his time in his house. He has reddish-ginger hair and same color feathers.

Mezzurith / Project 56 (#project 56 - oc)

Age: 19

Sexuality: Questioning / Not Actually Mentioned

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Cyberdemon (Closed original species)

Abilities:

- rapid healing

- abnormal strength

- dense body mass

Disorders:

- Severe PTSD / Anxiety Disorder

- Antisocial Personality Disorder

- Depression

Mezzurith was captured on the street after killing and eating an agent from the group that is holding Rogue -- they did the same exact thing to him they did to Rogue, although it is taking them much longer to break him than it did Rogue. They’re still in the process of doing so, actually. He isn’t stunted like Thorn, but his blood is bright green and his demon form has wings, a spiked tail, four eyes, and horns. His human form is a black-haired young man, although his eyes are bright green as well as the inside of his mouth.

Theo / Project 57 / DSTR 57 (#theo - oc)

Age: Appears 21 but is actually hundreds of years old

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Lesser trickster god / god of chaos (stoxali)

Abilities:

- psychological manipulation

- reality warping

- persuasion

- chameleonic nature

- shapeshifting

- escape artistry

- weak to iron

Disorders:

- kleptomania

Theo’s real name is too long and too foreign to actually pronounce; everyone calls him Theo. He got taken after pick-pocketing yet another agent that’s ALSO from where Rogue & Mezzurith are being held. There are rumors that he’s a god from another world -- he has odd, bioluminescent red markings and ram horns. Due to him not being... How you say... A more powerful god, they broke him easily with a little help from a certain demon we all know has hypnosis abilities. He currently is revered as ‘The Destroyer’ because he decimates everything in his path, making him equal in abilities to Rogue. His usual form is odd, with swirling brighter red designs on his skin. His hair is blonde, and the horns on his head are gray. He acts like a cat most of the time, and he has the fangs and claws to match.

Rinen (#rinen - oc)

Age: Appears 19 but is actually at least 100

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Single

Gender: Biologically male, doesn’t prefer any specific pronouns. Appears androgynous.

Species: Lesser god of space / god of antimatter (stoxali)

Abilities:

- teleportation

- dimension hopping

- persuasion

- invisibility

- weak to iron

Disorders:

- Social anxiety

Rinen came to Earth to learn more about humans. They’re fascinated by them, and he loves human culture, although he’s easily spooked and doesn’t make a lot of friends. He used to know Theo back on Salvalara, but they’ve lost touch. His hair is a soft white, and he has a soft purple and extremely fluffy cat tail. His bioluminescent markings are bright purple, and his eyes are so pale they’re almost white.

Zephyr (#zephyr - oc)

Age: Appears 25 but is actually millions of years old

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Lesser god of mind / god of insanity (stoxali)

Abilities:

- psychological manipulation

- mind control

- persuasion

- phasing abilities

- weak to iron

Disorders:

- Intermittent Explosive Disorder

- Impulse-control Disorder

Zephyr narrowly escaped death on Salvalara -- he stole a book from the archives and tried to kill one of the Ancient Ones. He narrowly escaped death by manipulating a guard to send him to Earth. He suffers from vampirism, giving him an undeniable craving for blood. Since he’s on Earth, he can easily satisfy his craving by attacking humans. He usually kills them quick, but if he’s feeling particularly zesty he might ask for a quick fuck first. He has hyena fur on his neck and hyena ears, and his markings glow dark gray. His hair is almost always greasy, and its gray, as is the hyena fur. His eyes are gray as well, although lighter.

Alinar (#alinar - oc)

Age: 18

Sexuality: Straight (although questioning/experimenting)

Status: Single

Gender: Male

Species: Vahhr (closed original species)

Abilities:

- curse inducement

- conjuration

- illusions

- necromancy

Disorders:

- Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Alinar is from Salvalara, and he's actually the prince of their people (the vahhr). He has grayish-pink markings on dark gray skin, and sparse fur, along with a wiry tail and paw/hands. He steals to help Wistari support her family since he can’t exactly give away his fortune. He came to Earth to basically copy Kiel, and to also steal human stuff. He’s pretty pretentious and stuck-up, but deep down he’s extremely loyal and a good friend.

Wistari (#wistari - oc)

Age: 17

Sexuality: Lesbian

Status: Single

Gender: Female

Species: Vahhr (closed original species)

Abilities:

- curse inducement

- conjuration

- illusions

- necromancy

- blood magic

Disorders:

- N/A

Wistari comes from a somewhat poor family, and because of this, she’s had to fend for herself. She works to support her dad, because her mom is manipulative and an overall a jerk. She steals things to sell with Alinar, and she’s also a bit of a jerk herself, but she and Alinar are best friends. Her markings are silvery over her dark gray skin, and her fur is slightly lighter as well. She also has a septum piercing. 

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The Other Side

A/N: This little beaut came to me after watching episode two for a third time!  This will be the start of another series - yes, I know - like I don’t already have enough going already!  But, I do hope you loves enjoy it - leave feel free to leave comments if you like it!  And, just fyi, if you have not watched episode 2 - there may be a bit of a spoiler ahead.  While you won’t be told which it is, there is one there!  I do hope you lovlies enjoy it, though! <3

Warning: drugs, attempted suicide

The night air was cool against his skin, licking at the exposed skin that his coat didn’t quite cover.  There was a bitter laugh.  A reminder of what his laugh had sunken into.  Nothing more than a memory of what he once was.  What he had become.

Logan Delos had once been on top of the world.  A cocky smile gracing his lips, an confident attitude, anything, and everyone at his disposal.  It took one trip.  A few moments in the whelms of WestWorld for what he knew to fall apart.  His thoughts jutted to those days, the sun high overhead and the annoying mutters of someone that he never thought would amount to nothing turning on him without a single moment’s notice.  While he was right, that place brought out the true nature of a person, and yet, the man that he was faced with was nothing that he had expected to find.

Maybe it was the bare naked horse ride that gave the man away, not a single shred of clothing in sight.  While it hadn’t dismissed that confidence that he was born with, he did leave the man with a horrible sunburn, and a disappearing act that had no one looking for him, and a position that was literally stripped from his very grasp.  

A breath was soon mingling with the cold night air, his feet dangling over the edge of the bridge.  Most wouldn’t have thought to look for the founder of Delos Corp’s son in such a position.  His mind was cloudy, the needle that was just pushed into his flesh leaving a fresh track mark was put away, and left him with the high that was rushing through his system at a high place.  

Logan felt as though there was nothing left, the black sheep of the family had one thing that would grant him some kind of popular vote within his Father’s mind, and that was gone.  It wasn’t as though he cared, but it was a nice thought, and while his limbs swayed over the edge his mind roamed over the possibilities that laid ahead of him.   Sure that nobody would miss him besides that of his sister, he took only a beat before his eyes slipped closed.

Fingers that were gripped along the rails were hesitant, though it only took a moment before he left go.  His frame fell weightless for a few moments.  The wind brushing back through the non-styled strands of deep brown, and for a moment he felt free.  That moment that he was free falling, the weight of the world stripped away from him if only for a second before the sting of needles struck at his skin; an involuntary breath escaping his lungs as he became to sink.  While he figured the wall wouldn’t kill him, he knew the moment that he didn’t struggle against the water that his lungs would soon fill, and the world could go on as if Logan Delos had never graced the world with his presence.

Steps were carried forward, one leg in front of the other as Daniela found herself admiring the views of the city.  The light were bright, cascading a shimmer against the buildings that loomed overhead.  The woman’s head was elsewhere, a breath pushed from her lungs when she peered around at the few bodies that occupied that same street.  The hassle and bustle of the city had died down in the night hours, leaving nothing more than the few that found their way home from a late shift, or that of a late night out with their significant others that couldn’t wait until the coming weekend.  

Ignoring any glances that came her way, her focus was ahead, the coming streets as to her destination.  That was before something caught her eye of the corner of her gaze.  There was a blur of black, a distinct form before it hit the water and something seemed to click within her.  If there was one thing that most could say about the woman, it was that she was always willing to help someone, and with the image that stuck out in her mind, that was exactly what she was going to do.

The bag that was stripped away landed with a thud, along with the material of her jacket before she was diving into the water down below.  Most people wouldn’t have left their belongings without a thought, and Danielle was doing so without a moment’s notice to dive into the freezing water in hopes of saving said black blur.  

A few minutes were taken in search, skimming the darkened waters before she was coming up for air only to return to her search.  Knowing that if she wasn’t able to save this person’s life that it would eat at her forever.  

A deep breath was pulled into her lungs the moment that she surfaced once more, the light of the moon glistening upon the woman that had another in her grasp as she made her way toward the bank of the deep river.  With some effort, she was able to manage pulling him free of the watery grave that she was sure that he was hoping would result in such. With her heart pounding out of her chest, she used all the strength she could muster to pull him to safety and immediately found herself kneeling by his side.

Pushing back the dark strands of hair from his face, there was a moment where she stilled.  A soft moment that had her swallowing only lean down to listen.  He wasn’t breathing, that much she could tell before she proceeded to start the process of CPR.  

There was an attempt to blow air into his lungs, hands positioning over his sternum to start compressions.

‘Come on!  You’re stronger than this!’

The words were called out with confidence, and while she didn’t know the man from Adam, Danielle wanted to see the color of his eyes glancing up at her.  To know whether the handsome man bear a striking blue, a calming green, or a brown that would glisten in the sun to a beautiful golden color that would make any woman putty within his grasp.

Another puff of air was offered, before she was pulling back at the sound of coughing. Never had the woman felt such a relief wash over her.  Pulling a breath into her lungs, she was soon sighing only to find the man staring up at her.  The expression that he wore was what she wasn’t expecting.  That of a cocky grin, a smirk that most arrogant men that she had the displeasure of meeting crossing her mind.

‘Well, if I had known you were what was waiting for me … I would have jumped much sooner.’

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Among the Undead in Woodstock

(Shawn Braley illustration)

By EmmaJean Holley Valley News Staff Writer Monday, July 09, 2018

By modern-day standards, 20-year-old Frederick Ransom was dead to begin with.

But when someone died of tuberculosis in 1817, one could never be too careful. Before modern medicine shed light on the idea of contagion, even doctors in Woodstock thought that a string of deaths within a household could be due to a vampire in the family, who would return from the grave to feast on the lives of their kin.

Ransom’s brother, Daniel, was only 3 years old at the time of Frederick’s death. But he would recall for the rest of his life how much it frightened him when a local physician, Dr. Frost, paid a visit to their home — it seems that more than he remembered Frederick, Daniel remembered “keeping shy of the Doctor, fearing he would freeze me,” he wrote some 80 years later in his memoir, an excerpt of which was provided by the Woodstock History Center’s education coordinator, Jennie Shurtleff.

Had Daniel known what was coming, he might have feared being burned instead. The antidote for vampirism was thought to lie in a cauldron over a flame.

These exorcisms involved exhuming the suspected vampire from their grave, and examining the corpse for symptoms of being undead: bloating, blood around the mouth, blood in the heart or liver, hair and nails that continued to grow after death. To protect others in the family from the same fate, the blood-filled organs of the dead were to be burned down to cinders, and often consumed in some way — eaten, imbibed or inhaled — by their relatives.

Ransom’s father figured it might be wise to take precautions. So the Dartmouth College student was disinterred, his consumptive heart cut out of his body and burned in a blacksmith’s forge on the Woodstock Village Green.

“However, it did not prove a remedy,” Daniel Ransom wrote, “for mother, sister, and two brothers died with that disease afterward.”

Tuberculosis has existed since ancient times, but was in Ransom’s day called consumption, for the way it seems to eat away at a person’s body, leaving them wasted and pallid. Today, we know that the airborne disease is caused by breathing in the rod-shaped bacillus bacteria, which spread through the lungs and form nodules that the Encyclopedia Brittanica characterizes with the unfortunate descriptor of “cheeselike.” These masses may create cavities in the lungs and will eventually destroy the respiratory tissue, a death that sometimes takes years.

Late in the 19th century, doctors would begin to prescribe certain climates for tubercular patients— clean air, fresh air, mountain air, desert air, ocean air — and sanitariums opened throughout the United States and Europe as treatment facilities for those who could afford them. In 1882, the German pathologist Robert Koch would discover the microbe that causes the illness, Mycobacterium tuberculosis.

Half a century passed before drugs were discovered that could treat TB. The first cure, an antibiotic compound called streptomycin, would be discovered in the early 1940s, and in the 1950s would become widely available in the Western world, eliminating tuberculosis as the death sentence and public health menace it once was.

But of course, the microscopic processes of the body were invisible to the townspeople of Woodstock in the early 19th century. What they could see was the blood — bright red spots of it that would bloom into the victims’ handkerchief or pillowcase when they coughed — and the deadliness of the disease, which killed one in seven people in the United States at the time, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. More than half of those infected would die.

Outbreaks started in colonial New England around the 1730s, and by the 1800s had become a bloody stain on the collective imagination: If there was indeed something consuming the settlers, its appetite seemed bottomless. The ceremonial burning of Frederick Ransom’s heart was one of many similar exorcisms that took place during the New England vampire panic, the best known of which might have been that of Mercy Lena Brown, in Exeter, R.I.

According to the folklorist Michael Bell, who wrote Food for the Dead: On the Trail of New England’s Vampires, these affairs were often held in secret, under cloak of darkness and glow of lantern — but in Vermont, they tended to be more public events, sometimes even convivial ones. Bell’s book states that town selectmen and other community leaders would often preside over or even perform the ceremonies, which could draw crowds of 100 or more.

Like the existence of vampires themselves, some of these ceremonies have been difficult to verify, the truth having been tweaked and embellished by tellings and retellings over time. But Frederick Ransom has not been the only suspected vampire to plague the people of Woodstock.

In 1830, another exorcism of a tuberculosis victim — this one a young man in the Corwin family — is said to have taken place, also on the village green. The exorcism story, supposedly an eyewitness account from an old woman who was present at the ceremony as a girl, first appeared in the Journal of American Folk-Lore in 1889, and in 1890 was reprinted in The Vermont Standard.

Six months after Corwin died, his brother started showing the telltale signs of consumption. So the dead man was dug up from his grave in Cushing Cemetery, about a mile outside the town center on Old River Road, his heart found “undecayed, and containing liquid blood.” Physicians in Woodstock — including the founders of the Vermont Medical College — agreed that this was a case of “assured vampirism,” the article states.

The exorcism supposedly drew “a large concourse of people,” including such prominent townspeople as Norman Williams (for whom the town library is named), and other “old men of renown, sound minded fathers among the community, discreet careful men,” the story goes.

Into the cauldron the bloody heart went, “until it was no more than ashes,” Shurtleff said. After the townspeople were satisfied with the obliterated condition of the organ, they placed it 15 feet deep in the ground, and covered it with a seven-ton block of granite from the Knox Ledge, a nearby quarry on the hill behind Lincoln Street.

They filled the remaining hole back up with earth. Then, to be safe, they sprinkled the granite-sealed grave with more blood — this coming from a bullock, or young castrated bull.

These exorcism traditions did not spring from nowhere — the relationship between burned cardiovascular tissue and consumption also played out on the 19th-century American frontier, where eating a fried rattlesnake heart was regarded as a cure for the disease — and in fact are rooted in medieval times, such as the bullock blood from the Corwin story, which harkens back to a time when the colonist’s ancestors would spill the blood of a sacrificed animal as a rite of purification.

And so when the bullock blood soaked into the earth over Corwin’s grave, the townspeople thought that was that. Except it wasn’t, Shurtleff said. Not quite.

“A few years later, a group of people, having heard about the burial of the heart, decided to dig it up — and got scared off,” Shurtleff said. “Rock, pot, ashes and all had disappeared.”

The 1890 Vermont Standard story, adding on to the original journal article, reported that the hooligans had had a brush with hell: “They heard a roaring noise, however, as of some great conflagration, going on in the bowels of the earth, and a smell of sulphur began to fill the cavity, whereupon, in some alarm they hurried to the surface, filled up the hole again, and went their way. It is reported that considerable disturbance took place on the surface of the ground for several days, where the hole had been dug, some rumblings and shaking of the earth, and some smoke was emitted.”

Shurtleff is quick to point out that none of this — not Corwin, not the woman, not the ritual proceedings and certainly not the underground conflagration — should be taken at face value.

“We’ve done some research,” Shurtleff said. “We are unable to verify any of the facts.” There is no Corwin grave in Cushing Cemetery, at least not one that this reporter — or other investigators — have been able to find. Based on town records, Shurtleff can’t be sure the man even existed. The article’s writer does not provide the old woman’s name, or any other evidence to corroborate the story, and Shurtleff suspects that the account reflects an alchemy of misremembered details, fiction and the dramatic enhancements of time.

But it is a compelling tale nonetheless, one whose longevity illustrates the human impulse to understand the most ghastly of natural mysteries, and from where, in our desperation, we may cobble together our most satisfying explanations. In her book Our Vampires, Ourselves, scholar Nina Auerbach writes, “Every age embraces the vampire it needs.”

Every age and also, Auerbach notes, many cultures. In Greek mythology, the demigoddess Empusa seduced young men in order to drink their blood and feast on their flesh. An undead Old Norse creature called a draugr, who could change size and who smelled of decay, also stalked and fed on the living. In India, there’s lore of a vampire who feeds specifically on the livers of its victims. A vampire in Japan dines on infants.

Perhaps it can be easier to believe in the supernatural than it is to accept having so little control over the human body, the human life.

“Where medical science failed, folklore took over,” said the paranormal investigator Thomas D’Agostino in a 2010 Standard story that revisited the Woodstock vampire history, which received a mention in D’Agostino’s then-recent book. It seems that, with scientific understanding of disease lying years into the future, the townspeople of Woodstock looked, instead, to the past.

Put another way: Even if we know all we will ever know about the suspected vampirism in Woodstock — and the precautions taken against that vampirism — they make for good stories. And good stories can tell their own kind of truth.

EmmaJean Holley can be reached at ejholley@ vnews*com or 603-xxx-xxxx.

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Katie

(warning: This is vile and disgusting! You have been warned!)

Tags: Necrophilia, blood, murder, sex, serial killer, dismemberment

Words: 1.9k

Let’s do some reminiscing shall we...to my very first kill, my very first special friend Katie. I always remember being different than everyone else growing up. I didn’t “feel” like the other kids did so I cannot tell you what happiness feels like, or what sadness felt like. I just always remember the world being a bit melancholy. I saw the world in shades of grey when everyone else saw the world in super bright colors.

Often retreated into my own little world that was dark and bleak, free of emotion and feelings. It was a cold place. I often heard voices speak to me and at times yell at me even in my earliest recollections. They would wake me up from sleeping and jolt me in the middle of a test in school. I have always heard the voices and when I turned 14 then came that sound. It was like a high speed train traveling on the tracks; a deep hum that reverberated in my brain and would never go away. 

I still hear it now.

That sound over the years got louder and the voices got louder and as I struggled through school I was always getting in trouble. I was fascinated by girls and the voices told me horrible things about them and what I should do to them. When I was 15 I got in trouble multiple times for going into the girls locker room and trying to grope girls changing. It was an urge I couldn’t resist, an itch I couldn’t scratch and I just could not help myself. 

Everyone already thought I was a weirdo so getting girls was never my strong suit when I was younger until I learned to fake being normal. It is funny now, but back then I wish I could have seen myself in other people's eyes because it would have been hilarious to see this already awkward kid trying to fake emotions he had no idea how to feel. I mean what is happiness, what is sadness?

In my high school days I was already thinking about killing. I had visions of blood, torn flesh, and other very macabre dreams that shook me or my very core. They were vivid like they were really happening. I’d wake up in a cold sweat with a furious anger burning deep inside of me. I needed to kill something, I needed to see if the visions of blood and torn flesh would satisfy this anger inside. So I decided to find something I could easily kill.

For years we have had this cat come around our backyard. My mother was very submissive and would befriend it by feeding it. My dad would get so mad and yell at her and beat her for feeding it.  This cat would become my very first kill. Up until now I controlled my urges and allowed the voices to speak without much action, but they were getting more dominant and louder and I devised a plan to get the cat.

I lured it one night with some food, it was the same food my mother had used a few nights ago. The cat came out from behind the fence and glared at me with bright green pulsing eyes as if to say “I don’t trust you.” I motioned for the cat to come and eat. It looked hungry and was so thin you could see ribs. The cat slowly and cautiously made his way closer and closer until it finally was within reach of me. 

I grabbed the cat and quickly sliced her stomach open before the fucking thing could scratch me. Blood spewed everywhere and the insides came spilling out. It was disgusting and smelled awful, but I was in absolute delight. As the blood from the cat covered me I felt warm, at peace and the noise stopped and for a moment the voices stopped. That moment of clarity brought me to the conclusion that I needed to kill things more often, that I needed to satisfy these voices by offering a sacrifice.

A few years had passed and I went from killing that cat to other cats, dogs, birds and smaller animals too. All gave me some relief from the voices, but none of those kills completely satisfied me for long.  That's when I met Katie, sweet Katie. Such a sweet college girl who to be honest was way too naive and trusting. It was her ultimate downfall. I mean here I am killing animals left and right, bathing in blood daily and she comes long and has a crush on me?

So Katie found a particular liking in me, and honest for her it was love at first sight. By then I had already perfected the art of fake it til you make it and was very good at selling the fake personality and charm. I truly never felt love and could not begin to tell you what love feels like, but I knew Katie was special, she had something about her that drew me in.

Katie was a thin, black haired girl who stood about 5’6”, and maybe 110 pounds. She had small breasts, and a modest ass. She had super long and slender legs that barely had any definition. She had an awkward slender frame that was not curvy, but was straight from her shoulders down. She did have a very beautiful face, full lips, and the biggest eyes I have ever seen on a girl. 

Katie and I hung out often, but never really dated as we were just close friends. It seemed the longer we hung out the louder the voices got and they were no longer satisfied by the killing I was still doing. Eventually the noise also returned and I felt like I was going crazy until one night I just could no longer control the chaos. I asked Katie to meet me in a local park in the city one night. It was not too odd of a request as we have hung out well beyond midnight chatting and drinking. 

I devised a plan as I did with hunting animals and planned on drugging her and killing her in an isolated part of the park. I know she can sometimes be a bit awkward and nervous about being in such an isolated part of the park but I know ways to ease that anxiety. I developed a charm and fake personality which is half the reason she continues to hang out with me.

As Katie came closer she said “Is it okay to be this far out? It is so dark out here.” I responded “Yeah, I wanted some extra privacy anyways because I feel like we should take things to the next level.” Katie became excited and her face turned red.

I told her I brought some drinks and hoped we could just chill, talk and have some drinks while we watch the stars. Katie bought into each word I said and as she drank her drink that was spiked I could sense her drifting away. 

“Wow, I am so tired right now. Maybe I should go home.” She said

I replied back “No not right now babe, I haven’t even had a chance to kiss you yet.” 

As I said that her eyes lit up and got big. I started to lean in and saw her eyes quickly roll up into her head and collapse to the grass. I smacked her leg and then her face hard and she did not budge. She was out, and I was ready to silence these voices for good...or so I thought.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a knife. It wasn’t fancy, but just a kitchen knife I took from the dorm room. I stripped her clothes off so I could see the real her in all of her glory. I took the knife and slid it up and down her body circling her nipples and tracing her pussy. I mistakenly left small cuts all over her body. As The cuts happened more and more something came over me and I started to carve her body leaving huge gashes. Blood spewing all over and onto the blades of grass. 

The adrenaline alone was like I just drank 5 red bulls and I had to have her. I rubbed my body on hers and soon we both were covered in blood. It was so erotic and I knew that she was beyond the ability of waking up, I mean she had lost too much blood and these cuts were too deep. A part of me felt bad because I didn’t savor the kill enough, I didn’t get to feel the lfe leave her body but now Katie had a chance to be a special part of me forever. 

I slipped my rock hard cock deep into her cunt and fucked her hard and rough. I didn’t even care there was so much hatred and adrenaline running through me at that moment all I could see was red. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as I thrusted deeper and harder; I could feel her still moving slightly trying to fight me but barely making any progress. At one moment as I fucked her bloody cunt raw I felt her body completely go limp and I knew she died. It was that moment I pulled out and exploded all over the grass. There was so much cum mixing with blood it was so euphoric. 

Well that is until reality set in…

I was freaking out, it was my first human kill and I left my damn semen all over the place. I quickly grabbed towels I had in the car and ran back to clean the grassy area as best as I could. I wiped it down and soaked the area with the liquid from the drinks we never drank. To this day I will never figure out how they didn’t find DNA, fingerprints, or anything. I was so sloppy and had no idea what I  was doing. 

I left Katie out there to be found in the morning, but I had to make the newly cleaned area dirty again so I dragged her about a foot or two and proceeded to stab her several times. I stabbed her over and over. There was a rage that came over me and if it wasn’t for them saying it on the news I would never have known how many times I stabbed her. According to the nightly news team on channel 7,  I stabbed Katie 62 times all over her face, torso, genitals, and legs. The scene was gruesome and you couldn’t tell that there was even a clean spot as it was all just blood and pieces of flesh and skin.

I submit Katie as my first victim, but certainly not my last, but I will have to perfect my kills if I am to continue. I cannot be sloppy or I will be put in prison. Not an impossible task, but being a logical thinker I must be diligent and think of all possible outcomes. So be on the lookout for more confessions...

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Don’t Touch Her//Bughead Fanfiction (C12)

Chapter 12- Confessions 

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Days went by as the search for Reggie proceeded. Moose, Betty and Jughead had looked everywhere for the boy singlehandedly, coming to the conclusion that involving anyone else would only put them at risk. They had casually asked around about Reggie's location and come out empty-handed. And it didn't help that there was some obvious tension between two of the parties.

Jughead and Betty had barely spoken during those days, only communicating when necessary to their mission. If you asked Jughead his opinion on the matter, he'd simply note it as agony. Not talking to the girl was really taking a toll on him, and to be completely honest, he missed her. She was there, right in front of him, but he missed her.

Jughead missed the way Betty laughed at his stupid and un-funny jokes and puns. He missed the way her eyes filled with adoration and her mouth curled up into this adorable little grin when they had an emotionally-intimate moment. He missed the way her blonde locks would fluff around his bare arm when she curled into his waist at night, acting as an extra blanket. He missed the sound of her voice when it comforted him. He missed her eloquence and the way he could practically see a lightbulb above her head when she added puzzle pieces together. Jughead missed Betty Cooper. And he would fix this. Even if it killed him.

The dark-haired Serpent watched as his girlfriend's teeth bit down on her lip in concentration, the plump flesh throbbing around them. They stood in the Blue and Gold office, staring at the board in front of them. It used to be known as their 'murder board', but now it was labelled with 'Where's Reggie?'. The cursive, red ink seemed to taunt the pair as each and every lead they'd had was proven useless, multiple crosses throughout. They were missing something.

"We're missing something." Betty spoke, crossing her arms in frustration. She hated feeling helpless at finding Reggie, especially as he'd done so much to help her.

"But what?" Jughead sighed walking up to the board, tugging on a stray rubber band in his hand. Betty stayed silent.

He wanted to talk to her. Of course he did. But he knew that what he'd said had hurt, even if he didn't mean it the way she took it. However, that wasn't the only reason he wasn't talking to her.

Jughead felt guilt. He was overwhelmed with the alarming exhaustion of what his secret was. The secret he'd been keeping from before Nick and Al hurt them. Right through to the hospital, the miscarriage, the weeks after. Until now.

Betty wasn't even talking to him when it came to personal issues. He didn't know when she would forgive him. But he did know this: he couldn't keep this secret in forever. Jughead needed to confess. Betty told her pregnancy secret, he needed to tell his. It was tearing him up inside.

Silence swarmed around the pair, the board blurring his vision slightly as Jughead's eyes glared into it. Nervously, he cleared his throat.

"Look, Betts," he began, facing her as she peered at him. He could have sworn he saw a look of relief flash in her eyes, but he couldn't hold back. He needed to come clean. "I know we're not on the best of terms right now, and I know I hurt you-"

"No, it's fine Jug. I'm not crazy, and I know you didn't mean it that way. It's okay-" Betty cut him off before he followed suit. Her words made a lump form in his throat.

"I don't want you to forgive me, okay? Because it will be easier if you're angry at me for what I'm about to say." Jughead swallowed and Betty suddenly frowned, detecting there was more to the situation.

"Everything that happened to us, to you... it really is my fault." He drifted his eyes away from hers, ashamed of the words he would force himself to speak.

"Jughead. We've been through this-" Betty attempted to soothe him but he pulled away, startling her.

"You don't understand. It is because of me. I... I know I need to tell you. You deserve to know, and I can't keep this inside, it's fricking eating me alive!" The beanie-clad boy's outburst shocked the blonde as she watched all of his negative emotions prick at his dilated pupils like metaphorical pins. Jughead noticed this and grabbed her hands comfortingly, engulfing them with his. He stared at them, running circles over her palms with his thumb, tracing the faint, small moon-shaped scars. "You're not gonna love me anymore. You're going to hate me for what I've done."

"Juggie..." She whispered anxiously. What could he have done that made him so distressed? His eyes met hers as they stared innocently up at him.

"Reggie and I... we did a deal... with... Chuck." Jughead searched her eyes for signs of what she was thinking. Instead, he felt her hands slowly pull away from his.

"A... deal?" She inquired. "When? What kind of deal?"

Jughead sighed, took his beanie off and ran a hand through his black locks. The girl watched intently.

"It was before he..." Jughead gulped, disgusted. "Before he approached you in the woods. Reggie and I, we met up with him near the school after you left Pop's. Remember, when you had to leave because they thought there was something wrong with Polly's babies?"

Watching Betty frown, cross her arms and nod her head, he continued.

"Well, shortly after that I got a text from one of my dad's friends. The Serpents had organised a deal with Chuck and his goons and they wanted me to do the pick up for them. A kind of initiation of some sorts, I don't know. I just wanted to make my dad proud of me, or at least see me as a proper Serpent and not just his son, take me more seriously. It was supposed to be simple. Chuck would give me the money and I'd give him the drugs."

"But?" Betty whispered, disappointment glistening in her eyes and a certain suspenseful fear lingered on her features. Jughead hated it.

"I brought Reggie along with me because he needed some extra cash. We got to the school and met with him and his 'pals'. I handed him this brown paper bag that I'd assumed was the drugs and they gave us some hundreds. A few snarky comments were made here and there but everything went fine and we managed to bite our tongues." Jughead shook his head and laughed in an unamused manner.

"Except it wasn't fine. There wasn't drugs in the bag, it was just some tea leaves. Fucking tea leaves. Apparently it was the Serpents messing Chuck around, arguing they don't sell to under ages and it was just a 'laugh'. And at first I didn't really care, after all, it's Chuck and the Serpents are my family. Well, the joke was on me because when Chuck figured out we'd played him, he snapped. And..."

"What, Jughead?"

"Reggie heard Chuck talking about how he was going to hurt you to get back at me. Teach me a lesson. And apparently it wasn't just Chuck and his high school jocks who were part of this deal. Nick and Al were involved in it too." One of his black curls fell over his eye as Jughead shamefully looked down. He couldn't bare to see the betrayal and shame on her face.

"After I heard about that, and when you came home with those bruises on you I was so angry. I fought fire with fire by trying to jump Chuck, and I got us burnt. I'm so, so sorry, Betty. But it is my fault."

Jughead expected... he didn't really know what he expected Betty to do as he shifted from foot to foot, gaze shifted at the floor. Maybe cry and walk out for good? Never forgive him? What he didn't expect were her small arms wrapping around his shoulders, engulfing him in a hug.

He took a small step back in surprise.

"I still love you, Juggie." She whispered into his neck, stood on her tiptoes. "Don't beat yourself up. You had your reasons, and I'm not going to judge them. Don't blame yourself, because I don't. Okay? I never could."

As Betty pulled back, he felt her lift her hand up to his face and wipe a stray tear that he hadn't even realised had escaped.

"You forgive me?" Jughead questioned hesitantly.

"Of course I do. As cliché as it sounds, everyone makes mistakes. Even beanie-wearing wannabe tough guys." She smirked slightly, catching his stare and causing him to also smile.

"God, I love you Betty Cooper."

All of a sudden, his lips were on hers as they kissed each other desperately. Fireworks seemed to explode around them, their bubble passionate and craving. Jughead's hand cupped the back of her neck, his thumb running on her neck, the other caressing her face, whilst Betty's arms rested elegantly on his shoulders. He wondered what he ever did to deserve someone so unbelievably, perfectly infatuating. She was a real life angel.

But then, she pulled away abruptly.

"Oh my God." Betty looked at him in alarm.

"What?"

"Chuck."

"What about him?" Jughead grimaced.

"He was getting drugs for Nick and Al." The blonde began pacing and Jughead could see the clockwork ticking away in her head as she thought. "And that night, he seemed pretty close with them."

"So?" He waited for the penny to drop.

"So, if they have Reggie," Betty took in a deep breath before letting out a shaky sigh. "Surely, Chuck would know."

[sirsadly]

sleep to beyond chapter 3

The cool wind prickled her skin into goose-bumps. The uncomfortable feeling of it sent her hands reaching for her blanket, to be met with a crunch of something that felt like grass. She immediately opened her eyes, and was caught in the velvety blanket of night. With the embroidered dazzling stars as its ornaments, it drew her in ever so slowly; deep blue and endless shades of black, it felt like an ocean in which she could drown it. Consumed, wholly .The pale sickle, gave a luminous glow, alighting the forest around her.

The wind howled and a bitter chill ran down her spine. That indeed her hands were clutching grass, the dead lifeless grass— dense bare trees spiked up piercing the cloudless sky. Its branches were curled forward as if trying to grasp her, for a source of life to feed on. The stares of the silent shadowy sentries, made her want to hide away under her covers. It gave off an odour of decomposing wood. She cringed, feeling a growing unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Everything felt real, the scenery, the smells that came off of it. Even her tongue held the taste of the waffles she devoured on her way home. Maybe the pills were to blame; this could be a side effect she tried to solace with herself.

Idil stood as she swiped the clinging dried grass off her clothing. She wore a simple white long-sleeved dress, feeling the soft material her hands traveled up to her head where her black hijab was placed. Wow this dream is specific she thought.

A shrill brought her out of her thoughts, as she looked up to the source of it. A pair of screeching ravens was encircling a tree, eyeing her.

That sent her skittering through the quiet forest, as her footfalls relaxed into a walk. Quiet a little too quiet. Except for the ravens, there were no other signs of living animals. Not even the chirping of crickets. Why was the no one other than me? She questioned. Dreams could sometimes be meaningless, so she didn't think much of it.

Her back tingled, to alert to a being behind. A soft breathe tickled her neck through the sheer fabric. Idil's body become rigid, unmoving, froze in place. It was possible she could have imagined it, but that thought was cut short when the ominous presence spoke.

"Do I smell a human?" it inquired with a grated voice.

Keeping quiet she prayed that it would go away. Until its hand made its way down her spine, startled she jumped forward facing it.

Her trembling knees must have amused it, because the creature gave her a toothy blacken smile. Its skin was gray and sagging, like the life has been sucked out of it. With sharp throat-tearing talons for nails, its hood covered all their way up to its eyes. But she could see the two yellowish orbs glowing from within.

"No," she said simply, trying but failed to keep her heart from jumping out of its containment. "Do not lie to me girl." it scorned. "Fine I am and what of It." she spat out like poison. "I haven't had human flesh since they became extinct." it cackled, voice hissed like a flame. Idil's face dropped, this thing meant to eat me and what did he mean humans are extinct?

Wasting no time at all, she bolted. Running as fast as her legs could, weaving in and out of the trees. Making sure it didn't touch her. Something grabbed at her hijab, pulled her back with such a force. Her skull rattled, made her see the stars above swimming in her head.

"Running does you no good, human," it said with a disdainful frown. Idil kicked and shrieked praying someone would've heard her. It used its other hand to cover her mouth, muffling her screams. It then proceeded to straddle her hips, its weight making it harder to breathe. It brought both hands to her neck, squeezing the air out of her throat. Her eyes popped out, she tried to pry its hands away, but it held firm.

It intended to kill her before eating her. She thrashed about like a caged animal in its unyielding grip. Even started to kick her legs, in an attempt to be free— flaring her arms hitting the assailant. A rustle in a bush caught the attention of both, but quickly dismissed when Idil tried to make an attempt to escape.

A blow to her head silenced her. Caught in a wind of vertigo her eyes fluttered, trying to hold onto the tether of her fleeting life. Head dizzy, she felt like she could pass out. Thoughts of dying raced through her head running circles. It lowered down to her using its nail to crave a mark on her brow. Cries of agony could be heard from all corners of the earth. It felt real, all so real.

This had to be the most vivid dream Idil had, granted she didn't have many but she could tell something wasn't right. Why was she feeling so much, what in the world was in that drug she consumed? Hot liquid surged from the incision like a broken dam, the demon licked the blood: from chin to cheek. She suppressed a gag, her vision became spotty.

"How lucky am I to come across a rarity such as you, you taste marvelous, even better when I boil you down to soup," it said gently in a mocking tone. "N-o, pleas—" she choked out. It only amused it more. Instead of prying its hands away she reached for the pin that held her hijab together.

She thrusts the pin into its hooded face, hoped what she stab was its eye. The answering shriek confirmed her thoughts. Its hands loosen for a moment, which bought her enough time to dash the creature to the side. It fell to the ground howled in pain. Her hijab unraveled, hair slithered out.

Ignoring it, Idil grabbed a broken branch on the floor; it felt just as dry as everything else here. She approached the hunched demon on the ground, proceeded to whip the branch across its face. Again and again and again until she heard the crunch of bone, she took a second to catch her breathe. Pieces of the branch had broken apart, dripping with black ichor.

It splattered across her clothing, painted the white canvas into an abstract piece. Throwing then long fabric of her hijab over her shoulder, she continued her violent assault, but instead focusing her blows to its legs, crippling it. Until she knew the creature was unconscious or so she thought as she turned her back to it, still carrying the fallen branch.

"You will pay for that human, not even the Kings of this land will be able to protect you from my wraith." it roared. Face twisted in fury.

Not sparing a glance or waiting around to find out who these so called Kings were, Idil picked up her dress and scurried away.

She heaved a breath, when she thought she created enough distance between, the fiend and her. She drank in the security for a moment. Then suddenly the same rustling sound came from a bush again. This time she heard a faint sniffling sound. Was someone crying? As she inched forward towards the origin of it, Idil moved the leaves aside to spy a young girl. Well this just gets better and better.