#just take my blorbo and drench him in blood

[dylansilverdreamer]

Beware the Ides of March

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Ashes to Ashes ending, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore, Body Horror(ish), Codependent Tendencies, AdBell, fem!Bell

Inspired by this post!

A/N: My first fic on tumblr!! aaaaaaa!!!! Of course, I had to write something for my blorbos. I haven't sat down to write anything in years, and uploaded any of said writing in even more years so I may be a little rusty. Don't hesitate to leave a comment if you notice something wonky, please enjoy!!

@fastleopard1521

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“The cat becomes the mouse.”  The man commented with the slightest hint of a smile behind both his Russian accent and gas mask. He nodded toward the door, signaling for Bell to take the lead. She pushed open the red door to find the sun beaming through a grimy old window, perfectly framing her target. 

Adler.

Bell felt her blood boil as soon as she lay eyes on him. A disgusting, pitiful, awful man. Her rage licked up her spinal cord, hands tightening over the assault rifle in her arms. 

The man lay in his own ichor, smudged all over the tile and his clothes, hands drenched in the stuff from pitiful attempts to stop the bleeding. She ought to put him out of his misery right here. Pump his guts full of lead and watch as rigor mortis made him twitch. She ought to bash his skull in with the butt of her gun. Smash those stupid aviators and leave scars in his eyes to match hers. 

The American wheezed out a raspy chuckle, letting his head loll to look at Bell. “Glad to see you still care... Mind giving me a light?” Adler gestured with his chin to the lighter that lay just out of his reach. 

Bell stopped a moment, standing in the middle of the room. She smirked underneath her mask. Sure. Why not. Humor the dying man. She stepped closer, kneeling to give Adler his last wish. The thought of whether or not he deserved such an escape from his bad decisions crossed her mind only to be interrupted by a metallic shing! and a defiant grunt. 

The blade of the dagger glinted in the sun as she easily caught his wrist. Adler struggled. Audibly. It made a twinge of joy twist Bell’s gut. Adler, the man who she’d though untouchable, who shined in her “memories” as a savior. A man who her entire life had seemed to revolve around. What an egotistical piece of shit. Bell pushed back against him, slowly but surely forcing her captor back down to the blood smeared floor. She marveled at just how easy it was, now that all the strength was leaving his body. Did it feel like his limbs were filling with lead? Was his head starting to get fuzzy? Could he still feel the tips of his fingers? A small part of Bell died at the fact she would never know. 

There was a wild sort of spark in her eyes, ones that were usually so far away. Somehow, in this moment, they were both. As she slowly won the battle of strength against Adler, forcing him further and further into submission, she wondered if he felt like the prey he’d become. The sounds of his struggle only served to fuel that wild excitement in her stomach, watching the horror slowly slide into his expression. Bell stretched her neck out just a little, to peer beyond his sunglasses to see if there was that glint of fear in his eyes. Even just a flicker and she’d be satisfied for the rest of her days. 

Bell shifted herself on her knees, over Adler’s body. She could feel the pressure of the sharpened tip up against his shirt, his skin, his lungs. It was thrilling, to finally have some kind of power over him. Her breaths came in gasping lungfuls, that untamed, wild look in her eyes grew like an uncontrolled fire, pupils dilating from adrenaline and the pure euphoria of the moment. All it would take was the slightest bit of pressure. Just a push and it would all be over. 

She felt Adler’s hand clap over her shoulder, a last plea for mercy. Her mind flashed to all the times he had done the same in the past. In the safehouse, in Berlin, Vietnam. Usually only when he needed her attention, but occasionally, it would be accompanied by praise. Crumbs of affection to keep her obediently kneeling at his side, waiting for him to spare another. Like a fucking dog. His blood smeared down the shoulder pad beneath her coat as he used the fumes of adrenaline to tighten his grip and push her away from him, and it was all for naught. In the next instant, she lodged the blade into his chest. Making sure to hit deep. 

The way he gargled and choked on his own blood made Bell’s stomach clench, nausea and adrenaline tearing through her like flames. Watching his face go slack made her blood run cold, hearing his arm hit the ground with a heavy, dull thunk made her head spin. Blood roared in her ears like thunder, she couldn’t focus. Oh, god, she killed him. 

Bell was reeling, panting for air through the sturdy cloth of her balaclava. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, the world around her was fuzzy and crumbling away until it was just her and the body. 

Adler, no, no, no, no- 

Carefully, Bell reached up to set a hand on the side of the American’s face, barely missing the way his blood began pooling on the tile. What had she done? Tears bubbled up in her eyes and she couldn’t stop them from falling. Adler couldn’t be dead, he just couldn’t! The knife she had put in his gut had to have been fake, it had to! Sure, he deserved it after everything he’d done, but… 

He deserved this. Oh, the wrongs he had made. With her, with Perseus, with the world. Bell drew her hand back from his face and let it hang at her side. Today the west would fall, and his body would mark the start. Today the world had been rid of a cancer, of a thorn in its heel. No one would have to go through what she had ever again, she’d personally make sure of it. Her palms suddenly itched for the handle of his knife. Maybe she would keep it as a souvenir, or a good luck charm. Bury it somewhere deep in her closet, never to find but to know it’s there. Yeah, that sounded good. 

Bell used both hands to slip the blade from the new gash in Adler’s body, carefully, like something about this was ceremonial. She held it at her own chest level for a moment, letting silent tears spill. Russell Adler was gone. For real. His heart would never beat again. His lungs would never fill with the acidic tang of cigarette smoke again. His hands would never rest on the back of Bell’s neck again. His lips would never mutter another “We’ve got a job to do…” 

The phrase so easily crossed Bell’s mind. Too easily. Somewhere, faintly, she heard her namesake. Ringing in the back of her head, the resonance rising to a crescendo until her brain was full of buzzing. It made her angry. Her face had hardened, and brow furrowed as she raised her arms higher. The arrogance. We’ve got a job to do, as if there was ever a “we” in the first place. She’d been kidnapped, experimented on, brainwashed, lied to at every turn, and somehow those missions were her responsibility. She’d show him responsibility. Are you watching, Adler? From your throne in hell? I’ll fucking show you responsibility! 

With a sob, more akin to a grieving howl, Bell plunged the dagger downwards, straight back into Adler’s lifeless corpse. What little blood was left in his body spattered upwards and onto her clothing and mask. There was a strange sort of satisfaction that came with the hollow beating her fists made against his ribs, the ease in which the metal slid into him. It fulfilled a sickening corner of her mind; one she wasn’t even sure was hers. She only knew she wanted to do it again. And again. And again. And again. 

Bell couldn’t stop crying, heaving sobs and angry growls took turns escaping from her chest. Adler was gone. He was gone and it was all her fault. It was over. 

Again and again, she drove the knife deep into his ribs, chipping away at bone and hacking off hunks of flesh. This one was for pushing her to the border of death strapped to a chair in that lab, that one was for dragging her out to the Lubyanka building, those two were for sticking a needle into her eye. Bell couldn’t tell if the sound of screaming was coming from her or somewhere outside. All she could focus on was the feeling of Adler’s corpse coming apart under her hands. Stab after stab after stab, it was all the girl could bring herself to do. Adler was dead and it was all Bell’s fault. She raised her arms for another blow and wailed, coming down without the same force that she had before. The dagger slipped form her hands and clattered to the floor, joining the blood of its previous owner. 

Bell didn’t sit back up this time, leaning forward over the mushy cavity she had carved from him, bloodied hands splayed out on his shoulders and putting her forehead just between his collarbones. Adler was gone. There was a gaping hole in her chest now, like she was the one being gutted rather than him. Even after everything he did, he was still a part of her. In his own, artificial way. He’d poured himself into her memories, cemented himself as a staple in her life. Without a hand to hold its leash, what was a dog to do? Even just a few hours ago, when he had interrogated her after injecting her brain with whatever was in those orange vials, the way he had held her head so still. As if he were cradling it gently. Bell already craved that warmth again. Her soul screamed for the steadying hands on the sides of her head, and Adler’s voice telling her to think, Bell, try to remember. 

She couldn’t do it anymore, her head was full of static and memories she wasn’t sure were hers. A jungle, a helicopter crash, a jeep on an airstrip, a door, a red door, a red door. Bell’s head was on backwards and it hurt to open her eyes. She wanted to drown herself in the lingering scent of his expensive cigarettes and let him sink his disgusting, calloused fingers back into her brain and make sense of things. Her collar had been taken off and she’d been shooed out the back door to be a stray. His name slipped from her lips between breathless sobs, Adler, Adler, no, Adler, please- 

 Once she was sure his heart had stopped beating, again, Bell sat up to stare down at the carnage, the mess she had made. Her emotions had warred with each other so much that she no longer felt anything. Today had been exhausting and all she wanted was to curl up in her cot. Hell, maybe even a real bed. 

As she stared down at the remnants of her mentor, splayed out on the floor and soaked in blood, a hand slid onto her shoulder. Warm and strong, ungloved. It squeezed just enough to ease some of the tension in her bowstring tight muscle. Bell couldn’t help but lean into it, just slightly. A new sort of silence blanketed the room, one that accompanied change. The kind that made rocks form in your gut at the prospect of just how different everything would be after you took your next breath. Bell hardly felt it through the thick clothing and just how far she’d disappeared into her head, but there was a thumb gently rubbing back and forth against her shoulder blade. Though her comrades voice was muffled by the gas mask, his words couldn’t have cut clearer. 

“That street dog should have been put down long ago.” 

[justagaycryptid]

Been doing a bit more musing on Rigel herself as a character and then the au where she has a relationship with Morgott over Ranni bc Morgott is currently my little meow meow blorbo of choice (tho I still love Ranni and I am v gay for her)

I imagine Rigel is like a woman-ish in that she's typically viewed as a woman but is fine being referred to however. He/she/they/it whatever she doesn't give a shit.

Local Tarnished declared most male woman of all time

Plus she doesn't have any tits, got 'em burned off by Agheel since she still wore like the blue cloth armor set when she fought him so like yeah they're gone its all just burn scars there though she doesn't miss 'em (probably not actually how it would work but oh well)

I also think that she would be really gross mainly in the fact that she constantly smells like blood/rust/leather/sweat/whatever since there are few and far opportunities to bathe in the Lands Between tho it doesn't really bother her and she readily takes any opportunity to get drenched in blood (blood build for the win)

She also is not against biting or fighting dirty in general. If she starts something she's gonna win by any cost goddamnit

Tho surprisingly enough despite her inclination towards immediately using violence as a solution to any given problem she's actually quite witty and intelligent

Seeing as how she's a Dragon Communion user I also like to think that over time there are more changes to her physicality that she would experience especially as she learns more of the incantations.

So like it starts with the eyes, then she gets slightly sharper teeth and claws, and maybe she is then able to make like deep, rumbling growling noises. Maybe it can affect her more dramatically because she's of Draconian descent.

Speaking of her being Draconian, I imagine that the Tarnished player was revived from being dead at the beginning of the game which could somewhat explain how weak they are since they're kinda trying to re-learn how to be alive at that point.

In Rigel's case she's of warrior descent, so I imagine that she was born in a warrior tribe that splintered off from the initial banishment of the Tarnished from the Lands Between, but is from a couple generations after rather than having ever actually lived in the Lands Between before. Her tribe more of focused on living in the present, something something don't be stagnant, don't look too much to the pass, just keep moving forward or whatever, so she wasn't taught much about the lands her people came from which is why she doesn't know shit when she gets called back. But initially, yeah, she was from a Draconian warrior tribe and died relatively young as most Draconions do a la the description in the character creation menu.

I dunno if I'll decide how she died, but yeah she had been dead for a couple hundred years before being revived and called back to the Lands Between. So like girl is REELING being suddenly alive again and summoned to a land where everyone wants her dead. She has a rough start to say the least.

Which leads to her meeting Margit at Stormveil since he was the first major boss I defeated on my first playthrough with Rigel, which sparks a very heated rivalry in the two considering how badly he kicker her ass

Like they fucking HATE each other so much and want to beat the absolute fuck out of the other

But then as Rigel kinda travels through the Lands Between and learns about how Omens are treated and comes across some Omen Killers and the like she's like 'Oh this is FUCKED'

Though it isn't until she's fighting Morgott in Leyndell that she realizes that he doesn't deserve to die and that she didn't want to kill him

Such mercy only earns her a sword through the chest

fuckin RUDE Morgott

Que shenanigains wherin she tries to gain Morgott's favor through various means like gifts of flowers and fruit which usually just gets her tossed off the balcony or something

It isn't really until she brings him the body of the Omen Killer that skulks about Leyndell (whole time she was lugging it up the stairs to the Elden Throne she was thinking to herself 'motherfucker better appreciate this because why is this guy so heavy') that she somewhat makes some progress in his hard exterior, although he isn't immediately amicable to her

Mainly her goal at this point is getting him to the point where he'll let her pass to the Erdtree which takes some time and effort on her part, as well as making sure that he doesn't think she merely pities him

It takes work to get them to even be able to speak to one another without immediately throwing hands, and even more work for her to be like 'How long is the madness going to go on Morgott' in reference to the decrepit state of the Lands Between in the aftermath of the Shattering

Cue a very angsty and slowburn attraction and romance since when he's no longer trying to kill her Rigel is like 'shit he's kinda hot actually' but she would never tell him that to his face at this point

I'm still undecided if they have started anything before Rigel goes to burn the Erdtree... maybe? There's some good potential for angst with Rigel setting fire to the very thing Morgott had devoted himself to protecting despite how necessary it may have been which even Morgott can eventually admit to considering his dialogue that you get when you do kill him ingame

But yeah the beginning of their relationship is mostly a begruding agreement to not kill the other despite how much they may think about it and still want to beat the shit out of one another, to a sort of angsty mutual attraction that they don't want to admit to, to longing and more angst before they start any sort of romantic relationship

The finer points are still nebulous to me at this point but anyways

Then once they are in a more comfortable relationship with one another, probably once Rigel has established herself as Elden Lord, they settle into a more gentle and relaxed sort of thing with one another

Rigel also finds that Morgott is the King of Cling in that while they don't really do pda they're always touching in some regard whether that be linking pinkies, his tail brushing against her legs, or just being right there next to each other. Then when they're in private it's all over. Rigel likes it tho bc of how fluffy and warm Morgott is (girl does NOT like being cold and Morgott is basically a personal heater for her lmao).

They both love each other very much but also they like being petty and snarky with each other bc they have too much attitude for their own goods

I also think it would be funny if they were like that thing that was like 'my girlfriend and I saw you from across the bar and we hate your vibe so we're gonna beat the shit out of you' because both of them still kind of instinctually default to violence to solve any given problem or just because (thought they do try to rein themselves in at this point since they're supposed to be responsible leaders now considering the fact that the Lands Between are no longer a war-ravaged wasteland)

They probably end up sparring with each other a lot, though just for funsies now rather than actually trying to kill each other like when they initially met

Morgott probably is also the main administrative force between the two considering he's had hundreds of years of experience maintaining Leyndell as the Veiled Monarch while despite her smarts, Rigel has no experience in being a leader so while she technically is Elden Lord and does learn a bit about how she should be acting in her role, she typically deferrs to Morgott for most things

[abilusanji]

Honestly even as someone who 100% hates all iterations of the perv gag with a burning passion and had to basically take a ten year break from one piece because of how much the early post-ts angered me, there is a willing dissonance people employ where like... 1. Sanji, esp since WCI has gotten the lionshare of emotional plot and angst. Even now he's being set up to have plot about him. Oda has basically lavished the guy in plot. It is an incredibly mundane fact that people overlook the perv gag or bask in it because Sanji is given so much to do. Like Oda clearly has put a lot of time and energy into Sanji and his arc. Whether you like it or not is up to you, but the fact other people get engaged with it is not that notable! It makes sense! (side note, in general I think WCI was a huge boon for Sanji on a retroactive level. It's a lot easier to go "this stuff isn't that bad" when you have a cathartic end point and a lot of it is already at a set tone. Chapter by chapter with no knowledge of what is to come is a very different experience imo. Sorta like knowing the end game of a love triangle, the miscommunications can seem a lot less infuriating than when you know when it will end, where it will end and you're not waiting week to week to find out)

2. Almost every time I see folks complaining about Sanji on an in-universe level (as opposed to just "I personally cannot stand this/I wish Oda didn't write this") it almost always makes the problem individualist, not systemic, which is not accurate. Like, if Sanji's issues are his and are a problem, what does that say for the others? What does that imply with the crew who enables him? The people who call him kind? If you want to really dive into the "sanji is a bad person" solely on an in-universe level, you'd also have to address every othe strawhat who laughs sanji's antics off or show only the most shallow of dismissal of it. Your blorbos are complicit! Alas! (this is why interrogating it solely from an in-universe approach is uh... not what I'd recommend unless you actually wanna vibe with that take). 3. One piece is fucking drenched in misogyny. It's in every character, every story telling choice, every direction. Sanji is not a unique factor, he just is a blatant example of it. The quiet part is said out loud. On some level if you want to enjoy one piece, you have to come to terms with the misogyny of one piece in one way or another. So most people who would never like Sanji are already gone, because of 20 years worth of questionable writing choices along the way. And Sanji, much like the story of One Piece, has good bits, and bad bits, and you don't have to ignore the bad bits but at the end of the day, they all fit a very similar tune that Oda sings. 4. Oda really likes putting Sanji in situations specifically and only for Sanji. Some of this makes sense, like you know, characters fight people who are naturally going to give them a challenge etc. But I do think it's worth noticing that one of the most egregious examples of "WTF Oda" is the newkama, and his depiction of gender nonconforming behavior. While other characters do intersect with them, it is Sanji who does it the most. Oda didn't go "haha you know what would be funny? A bunch of gender non conforming crossdressers think ZORO is one of them and try and put ZORO in a dress!" Oda decided that Sanji's weakness gag would cause him more trouble than other character's weakness gag. Usopp's cowardice has the final mega-punchline that he keeps getting more feared. Zoro's bad sense of direction is usually a quick one-off gag that doesn't impede his ability to fight. Sanji's gags (not hitting a woman, nosebleeding) often impede his ability to fight, and one time notably made him deathly ill and required a blood transfer. This, in my opinion, is why Sanji's gags can stand out so much. Because Oda writes them in ways that they stand out more! Even Brook, the other pervert, really doesn't get too much out of his gag in larger plot, but Sanji does! "Here is the guy who keeps getting put into machines who shows how much he sucks, unlike this other guy who gets put into a machine who shows how cool he is" (hyperbole) is worth interrogating when it comes to this sort of thing. Especially since I do think that Oda would not think to have any of the characters react "well" to Momoiro island. I think he thought it would be funny to see someone get bullied and forcefemmed, and I think he thinks it's funniest when those things happen to Sanji. That's a theory, not something with hard proof, but I'm positing it anyway. Anyway, Sanji! He's a complex character and Oda does a lot with him and you could fill books with the amount there is to say on the bastard, both textually and with how people respond to him.

I know how things going too far a bunch of times can taint a character for people and I definitely don't blame them for hating sanji. But kind of funny when people look at sanji going all heart eyes and are like "eughh can he stop already" when I am like "my pathetic little meow meow" with him. Because the sanji simping for women and talking about becoming their slave and going ~nami swannnn~ and that time he offered the giant teacup to shirahoshi on his head are like completely separate from the. Fucking pervert who needs to be thrown off a cliff. Right tf now

People are free to hate Sanji, but when they don't GET why people LIKE Sanji I'm like 😭😭😭 are you just purposefully closing your eyes to EVERYTHING else he does and ONLY opening your eyes when he drools like a dog. Which, I must add, genuinely does NOT happen as much as everyone thinks it does LMAO

Yes he has a gag, it's part of his character, but it is not his WHOLE character nor even half of his character. He's a kind cook, a pirate, and one of Luffy's wings. He's so many things! I think it's ironic when ppl say Oda has flanderised Sanji, cause I honestly think the AUDIENCE flanderises Sanji the most. A gag or two may indeed cross the line, but I truly don't think it's to the extent I see it argued HHH 😭

[kylermalloy]

TO for the blorbo game! And TLOVM if you want to 😁

I finally have a chance to answer this!!!

Okay, for The Originals:

blorbo: Elijah! He’s smooth, he’s ruthless, he’s terrible but he’s a snazzy dresser. The guilt that plagues him constantly is unparalleled, and he’d do anything for the people he loves. He’s also in love with his siblings but shhh

scrunkly: this one’s weird, because nobody on this show is easily woobified—and I don’t want to! Aside from the literal baby, the Cutest(TM) character would probably be Cami. She’s very aggressive despite being a mere human amongst the immortal idiots who all need her for one reason or another. It’s adorable.

scrimblo bimblo: this would have to be Marcel, I think. He’s such a good, solid character! Even the show itself seemed to be blind to what a good character he was sometimes. After season 1, they didn’t always use him properly. Even when he returned to significance in a big way in season 3, it almost came out of nowhere. Not to mention how well-acted he was! This show did not deserve Charles Michael Davis.

glup shitto: Father Kieran! He’s world-weary, cynical, can get shouty sometimes, but is completely comfortable being threatened by vampires, witches, werewolves, you name it. He won’t flinch. And of course, he’s extremely protective of his loved ones. I wish he’d stuck around longer…

poor little meow meow: how can it not be Klaus? Klaus is the epitome of the poor little meow meow, I think. He’s the problematic fave, the mass murdering psychopath who loves getting drenched in blood, and he looks good doing it! He also cries sometimes, and he likes blondes, and every other sentence he says sounds like a seduction. Also yes, he’s pathetic too. Love him.

horse plinko: also Klaus, I think? Or—maybe a tie between Klaus and Elijah. They’re both fun to torment!

eeby deeby: the Trinity. Lucien, Tristan, and Aurora. Get on the elevator, you’re going to the flaming vortex. Those three are annoying, grating, not fun, and generally underdeveloped. Pass, do not like.

And now for The Legend of Vox Machina (I don’t know this story or these characters half as well, so forgive my generalizations):

blorbo: Vax, purely because of the sexy neck biting scene. It’s such an Image to begin with, then fanarts kept appearing on my dash, making it impossible to forget! (Also the sibling codependency, and the pet bear? Fine bonuses!)

scrunkly: Pike! She’s adorable and her arc is intriguing, and her voice is so unique. Ashley Johnson instills such vulnerability in her without, again, babying her in the slightest.

scrimblo bimbo: I have no idea how underrated/overrated anyone is, so this is purely a guess on my part—Grog. He’s a simple character, could be a cliche, but…not quite. And I love his relationship with Pike. Their little action sequence in the opening titles gets me excited every time!

glup shitto: This is cheating a bit, because Scanlan is anything but a background character, and he’s probably not unpopular—but for me personally, I hadn’t heard of him till I started watching, and he is so fun to watch. I’ve found myself singing some of his stupid little ditties (Scanlan’s haaaaandddd!) in my everyday life. He’s just the right balance between stupid and genius.

poor little meow meow: Percy! He’s got the sad backstory, the cool weapon that kills people faster than almost anyone else’s, the anime-eyeglasses-reflection, and the alter ego(?) who also kills people. Also, he’s got a little sister to take care of now!

horse plinko: Keyleth, for some reason. I think it would be fun to make her fret—all that anxiety!

eeby deeby: both of the Briarwoods. Neck biting is sexy but still rude. Zombies? Inexcusable.

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