#like the one you devour in an evening and changes your soul forever because of how good it is

[howdoichooseablogname]

i have a fic idea that takes place post season 7, to early season 8 (buck and tommy are dating. this is important for the plot) where josh told his parents that he has a boyfriend, caus they worry, and his cousin is having a wedding. his parents, and cousin, insist that josh bring his boyfriend

he gets maddies help in getting a fake boyfriend. she asks eddie, who's single and living alone while waiting for his son. eddie declines cause he doesn't want to fake date josh

so, she asks buck. he talks to eddie about it, but not tommy who is his boyfriend. he tells maddie that he'll fake date josh for a weekend

the weekend is full of typical romcom tropes (such as fake dating, only one bed, etc) but they stay platonic throughout all of it

personally, i'd like to think buck and tommy break up sometime during the weekend (probably before the wedding for that drama). but, buck is texting a lot and everyone's worried he's cheating on josh

after the weekend wedding, some of joshs family/friends start stalking buck and tell josh that clearly buck is cheating! look how close he is to that other firefighter!

anyways, there is a whole fake breakup where buck actually confesses he's in love with his best friend. and josh is like "i knew it!"

it either ends with buddie getting together, or the implications of it

[stvrdrops]

eternal eclipse ☆ | drolta x fem!reader (castlevania;nocturne)

to share only night together was not enough, only an eternity could quench your thirst for drolta.

warnings : talk of death, kissing, vampire stuff

word count : 1.5k+

note : soooo, it's been a while since i've posted any fanfic. not gonna lie life been really kicking ass and i struggled to write for my normal shuri stuff cause i lost my fixation. but i hope this little niche fanfic finds those who enjoy it :)

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p.s. i recommend listening to "no ordinary love" by sade :)

"why don't you ever stay the night?"

"i stay every night." drolta says to you, licking her lips and recalling the fresh taste of your magnificent blood.

"or rather, morning." you whisper out, finding yourself a little too frail to sit up all the way. your dress falls as you sit up slightly. an exposed bite causing blood to run down your chest. drolta watched through pink eyes. the dark surrounding them was something so hypnotizing that you always found yourself falling into it. it was like some kind of inviting abyss.

"mortals and their silly questions. how you grovel for my touch and teeth among your skin is ever so amusing."

"i grow older drolta!" you weakly yell out to her. this grabs her attention, not once have you ever yelled at the higher powered being. you shed a single tear, letting out a sigh of utter desperation. "i age with every sunrise and dawn. my bones grow weaker and some day you will come to see me only to find an old woman in my place. i know i am young now, but i've aged over the last couple years and nothing about you changes. you're still as beautiful as the day we met and you will forever remain this way."

drolta's eyes drop away from yours, taking in your words of anguish. she knew you were right, because she'd have other companions before. she had bed women and men far before you were ever born. she'd watch them go and come, their children or grandchildren sometimes even becoming her next fling. it was a cycle she had grown oddly accustomed to, not feeling any certain emotion for one or the next. she liked the fact that she aged and grew more powerful in the search of the vessel for her goddess while others perished. it made her feel the power she knew she had within her.

your hand finds her exposed arm. she turns to look at you.

"drolta, i envy that some day i will be too old for you and yet someone will be just young enough. it is not fair that you help me to discover such deep emotions. not ever will i feel for someone the way i feel for you. all this feeling, just for it to one day end once i can no longer serve you."

"there have been some before you and there will be many after you. i am a soul that walks this earth with no true claim anymore. you have a purpose, and warm blood to keep you living in the way your story speaks."

"what if my story is simply for me to serve you? i want to be your companion in this feeble mortal life that i share with my human counterparts. then, have that companionship follow into a new world my soul can not comprehend. i do not want to age among the rest, i want to have a face that is young but a mind that is aged by love. your love."

drolta had heard many a confession, but this one did something different to her. she swore that if she had a heartbeat she could feel it perhaps skip a beat.

"do you know exactly what it is that you're asking of me? what that means to be my partner eternally?" drolta asks, clearly enticed by the idea.

"i don't now what all it means, but i'd have an eternity to learn. i want to devour the sunlight with you, devour the world alongside you. what if i am the vessel that you desire?"

drolta's pink eyes lock onto your dark ones. for the first time she thinks she can feel a devotion to someone other than her goddess. or, perhaps, for her goddess in a new twisted discovery. this shocks her, renders her unable to think properly. she had spent so long devoting her life to a woman that she didn't know what it meant to have true devotion back. her body tingled, and her pink hair began to flame up from the idea.

you were the vessel for her messiah.

"you will devour the sun, me alongside you. first, i shall devour you."

the word devour sent chills through your body.

she extends a hand out to you. you gracefully accept the invite. she uses her enhanced strength to pull you up, your warm body next to her cold one as she spreads out her wings. the two of your exit out of the french doors and onto the balcony that your family's wealth had graciously provided for you. it was where you first met drolta.

her wings flap and for the first time you find yourself floating in the air. your eyes grow wide and a childlike smile spreads across your face. drolta gives you a devilish smile in return.

oh, to be in love with something so unholy as she.

no angel could ever look this beautiful.

"romantic, isn't it?" she asks, licking over the neck wound. it sends you into a euphoria, as your blood sends her into a similar one. you can feel the heat from her inflamed pink hair grazing your skin.

"i love you, drolta."

your lips find hers as you're both suspended in the air over a lake. your eyes are closed but you can still see the pink hues from among your eyelids. as if you were stuck in a trance, she kisses you harder and faster. you can taste your own blood in her mouth, ever so addicting. now you can see why she can't seem to leave you alone.

a moan escapes from inside of you, one out of the millions drolta had heard before. she had come to see you every night since you met, which was three years ago. some nights she'd stay for a chat or a simple couple of minutes. others she would ravage you and drink you almost dry just to do it again the next night.

"take me!" you beg to her, causing her flame to grow bigger and eyes to grow wider. god, how she craved your mortal being. your naivety and free outlook. anyone else feared death, and yet you welcomed it, knowing the transformation may not even work with how powerful drolta's blood truly was. she had turned others before. you were just the first in a very long time.

she stops her feverish and hungered kisses, diving for your neck. sharp teeth overtake you, a pain echoing from your neck to the rest of your body. it was a familiar pain, but it never got any easier to get accustomed to. you welcomed the pain and the feeling of being drained entirely. you enjoyed the feeling of her tongue sweeping over the blood seeping from your neck. just as you loved the way her tongue swept over your feminine autonomy. the devil was draining you and you desired it to never end.

it didn't matter that you were losing the color in your body. nothing mattered anymore. as you could feel your life force being drained from your very being. she was bringing you death, but she was also bringing you to a new life. an eternal one.

your hand fell from her neck, losing all of its feeling. drolta senses that you're near the end and rips her teeth away from you, finding it hard to control herself. your blood was unlike any other that she'd ever tasted. it was blood good enough to compare to the likes of her messiah.

the moonlight shone on the two of you, bouncing off of the tiny ripples that existed among the waters below you. it was beautiful, a perfect end to a beginning. your eyes closing slightly, drolta being the last thing you see. she was smiling at you, but not out of love, more out of accomplishment.

"drink." the words slither out of her mouth. she rips into her own wrist, causing a new blood to seep from within her.

surprised in yourself, you don't waste any time reaching fervently for the blood of your lover. your mouth clings onto her wrist and suckles in any blood she can spare for you. your eyes are closed as you fall into a bliss. her moans filled your ears every so pleasantly.

she pulls you away from her wrist, knowing that if you get any more you may kill her.

when she sees your face again it is still the same shade she's always adorned. yet, your eyes are different this time. no longer a dark brown, but a light one, almost a shade of gold. it reminds her of egypt.

it reminds her of sekhmet.

your fangs are dripping with her blood.

"my bringer of death!" she shouts out to you. you don't register what she's saying due to the unfamiliar new being you seem to find yourself as.

her lips once again collide with yours. there's a newfound hunger shared between the two of you. something much deeper than anything ever felt before. drolta did not know what it meant to love, you did. yet, somehow this seemed like something so unfamiliar to the both of you. was it lust? or was it something much deeper that transcends both vampire and human?

it didn't matter, as the two of you kissed deeply and passionately in the air above the lake. the sight so beautiful that even the sun not dared to come up in fear of interrupting the moment. for a second, it seemed as if the night would be eternal, just you and drolta suspended in the air for an eternity.

an eternity you were sure to bring, as the vessel for the new messiah.

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[phasmophobia-territory]

Canon YANDERE/POSSESSIVE Obey Me (part 3) (mask event edition!)

[lucifer | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub | belphegor]

Lucifer

"There's this ache inside of me..."

"Perhaps it's because of my proximity to your soul...?"

"Your soul is mine, and mine alone. I won't suffer you offering it to anyone else."

"Now then, entrust yourself to me."

Mammon

"I want that thing so much it's driving me crazy."

"I ain't never see nothin' as beautiful before. Not gems, not jewels..."

"As long as I've got you, I don't need anything else."

"You are your soul're all mine."

Leviathan

"I'm so glad you came back."

"I was super shocked when you ran off earlier, you know. I thought you might hate me."

"But, you came back. So, that means you don't hate me after all."

"It's okay if I make you mine, right?"

Satan

"...I won't stand for this! How dare you run away from me!"

. . .

"MC! There you are!"

"Good... I didn't know what I was gonna do if your soul had been taken by one of the others."

"As you came back to me, I take it that you're giving your soul to me, right?"

Asmodeus

"You can just say I'm pretty. Go on, don't be shy..."

. . .

"Aw, thanks! By the way, you can repeat that as often as you'd like."

"You're every bit as gorgeous, you know. So gorgeous it's worrisome."

"MC, I want you to be mine and mine only. Can I? I can, right?"

Beelzebub

"...Your soul looks absolutely delicious. I've never seen anything so tasty."

"MC, let me hug you. I'll devour you in my arms."

"That way, we can be together forever. Wouldn't that be great?"

Belphegor

"I can't believe you had the heart to run off and leave me all on my own."

"You know you can't do that, right? We're supposed to be together forever."

. . .

"You really mean it? Even if you change your mind, I'm never going to let you leave."

"I really like you, so I don't want you to go anywhere."

♡here we are! Part 3, with dialogue from the masked event! Devs, I'm begging y'all! PLEASE do another Masked Event-like event PLEASE♡

♡and to you! if you're interested in more content like this check out the yandere masterlist! and do reblog if you liked this!♡

[cinnbar-bun]

Masochism Tango- Corazon x Reader

Summary: He loves how you can inflict such tortuous pain onto him.

Notes: Flowery, metaphorical, masochistic. Corazon just loves getting violent. Please avoid if these are not your cup of tea.

Words: 779 words

Rating: NSFW - it’s more metaphorical and flowery but it’s still lemony.

He loves. He loves you with all his heart. His heart that beats, quivers, jumps, aches, and bleeds for you. He loves you like you’re his lifeline. He loves you in a way that he cannot describe fully- only able to say that it’s painful.

To him, loving you is a pain. You kill him, beat down every last ounce of rebellion or argument within him. He’s your helpless victim, a willing volunteer to your ministrations.

He just can’t help it. You make his heart beat and go crazy. You make him desire the opportunity to be crushed at your feet. You make him wish for you to beat him black and blue, make him a bloody mess, make him beg for mercy as you break him to pieces.

“Mi corazon…” he breathlessly whimpers, tied up and bound by the leather belts restraining him to the bedpost. You both know he could easily snap them off, but he enjoys this too much. He enjoys how you can make him yearn for such carnal pleasure. He adores how you change from his loving spouse to his cruel muse, all because of his pleading.

“Dogs don’t speak,” you reply, and he grins widely at how much he loves when you degrade him like that.

On the outside, he acts uncaring. He plays the part of your silent guard dog. He hates children. Heck, he hates you. Despises you, in fact.

It’s obvious, with the way his eyes sternly lock with yours as you dance for the entertainment of others. Viola dances too- but he’s never looking at her in such a way. You bite down on a rose, and he clenches his fist. It’s clear he hates you. He can’t even fumble for his lighter properly when he looks at you. His eyes are glued to you, lighting with a fury of a thousand suns.

The others wonder why he bothers with you if he hates you this much.

Probably a masochist, that one, they think about you.

It’s clear that Corazon, for some reason, refuses to let you be with others despite his lack of love for you. That sadism and cruelty must run in the family.

But then he closes the door, sheds his fur mantle and drops to his knees to apologize, worship, and adorn you with his kisses. His eyes softly fluttering as they seem to beg once more for an encore of the performance you two played together yesterday.

It’s a pathetic display, one he’s shamefully reveling in as he pleads for another opportunity to be at your mercy. How he wishes you could devour his body and soul and have the two of you be connected forever- perhaps that would stop the enjoyable pain he gets from loving you. Perhaps it could make him reach the highest peaks of heaven, where he and you simply become one. One being. One thought. One heart.

How he wishes for it. The heavy ache he feels for you makes him struggle to breathe, along with your hand clamped around his throat. He knows you’re careful not to break his windpipe, having studied the correct position for this, but a thought in his mind drifts to how it would feel if you just crushed his voice, making him unable to scream again. Oh, how lovely it would be to have you take his breath and voice from him.

When you whip him, stab him, cut him, slice him, use him as your ashtray, he can’t help but moan and groan through the pain- nowhere near as excruciating as the way his heart pounds for you.

Your nails claw his back and he shivers at the fact these marks will reflect back when he looks in the mirror. Your voice hurls insult after insult, degrading term after degrading term, and pure venom. His ears can’t help but be entranced with how your voice is louder, harder, and dangerous.

You two are so different in public, and he loves when he’s alone with you, how he can simply remove those faux lies about himself and just submit to your ruling completely. How he can love you the way he’s always wanted to have been loved- painfully. And you’re his perfect partner in this bloody dance the two of you have decided to partake in.

There’s no one else he’d rather have been stepped on, shaken, or dragged by, other than you. His heart weeps and screams for you, the only one worthy of it in this damn hell. He can only heave happily as you remove the gag from his mouth and kiss his cheek, softly apologizing for the rough treatment.

[myseungsunglove]

Eternity in Your Eyes | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff and intense feelings here

Word Count: 600 words

𖠫Summary: You never thought this day would come, but here you are at the first day of the rest of your life.

✎A/N✎: This started out as just me admiring Seungmin’s piercing stare and beautiful eyes. It morphed into something even more intense, but I feel incredible beautiful. This was very self indulgent I’m in love with it, but it seems like no one else may. *hides*

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「© March 6, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

The way he looks at you. It’s like he is scrutinizing every detail in a single analyzing glance. The glance isn’t fleeting. No,it lasts for what feels like an eternity as all the air is seemingly sucked from the room and your lungs. The only way you could hope to breathe anew is to press your lips to his, and cling to him like he is your only lifeline. Your only hope for survival. His stare alone makes you feel all that.

Imagine the utter devastation, the complete and total ruin, a single touch would bring upon your heart in this moment. You imagine how your world would shift, no crumble if your lips were to meet now. A single spark and your life would change forever. Obliterated. Laid bare and reduced to a shadowy wasteland, remnants of what you once recognized or understood. It would be replaced with a sureness, a certainty, that Kim Seungmin is everything you need. He is everything you want. You know all of this to be true. He looks at you with his piercing stare, as if his singular goal is devour you whole. You hope he does, devour you. For at least then you’d full understand what it truly means to be satisfied, made whole by the thought that someone wants you and only you. Not just someone. Kim Seungmin.

He closes the gap between you as if he too can feel the urgency, the need in the moment. His hand heavy on your hip, the other light as a feather on your cheek, the people around you forgotten as he finds himself as lost in you as you are in him.

His lips meet yours and the kiss is softer than you anticipate, yet your soul is immediately set ablaze. He wraps his arm around your waist, the sound of the people around you drowned out, as he pulls you flush against him. With a content sigh, he deepens the kiss, like you were exactly the air that he needed. You can feel it in the way his lips move against yours, the way his hand reverently holds your face.

And just like that, your world combusts, but instead of a barren wasteland, you’re filled with a sense of longing and desire. You feel as though you are blossoming beneath his touch. You realize that you don’t have to be destroyed to be made whole. Kim Seungmin would never destroy you, not with any malicious intent. No, that gaze, you understand is one of complete devotion as he worships you with each kiss.

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips. “I always have,” he confesses, staring into your eyes so intensely you almost look away. You don’t because within his eyes, the kindest, deepest level of love and devotion can be found. It’s intense to be sure, it sets your heart on fire, but that fire will not consume you alone but the both of you and create something entirely new, something altogether wonderful.

“I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim Seungmin.”

A tear slides down your pink cheek, and Seungmin presses his soft lips against the offending wetness. More tears join at the tender gesture and you take a deep breath, a small sob escaping you unexpectedly.

“I love you, Kim Seungmin.”

“I’m yours from now until forever, Mrs Kim,” he whispers to you, as you turn to face your friends and family.

“Eternity,” you whisper and he smiles at you, and it’s the brightest, most beautiful image you have ever seen.

Your beautiful husband, Kim Seungmin.

[lifenconcepts]

I wanna play doctor, no - be one! I wanna fly across the sky wether it be my wings or a plane. I wanna obtain every single miracle associated with Christmas, and cover my home in lights of warmth and comfort. Studying local wildlife and the animals to reconnect to them once again. To turn into a beast that your mind can’t comprehend. To handle the weather and temperature like a tardigrade. To destroy my reputation and sign out freely like an untamed animal of the wild. Devour your flesh and contact with the gods like a chosen one of the stars. To be immortal and withstand any pain. Hurry towards the edge of the world and see what lives beyond it. Taste colours that will make shrimps jealous. Hear the whimpers of the chefs in the cosmos who demand their hands make meals of pure feeling and sensations. Roar alongside the predators of the jungle. Purr in the dens of the prey. I’m never going to be the same but that doesn’t mean I should demand to try be different, I will forever and of course be happy. I’ll taste the products of nature. I’ll accept the gifts of my future and past. I’ll rain down from the skies. I’ll cry with the cold warmth in the flowers of spring and dance in the hugs of autumn’s winds. I’ll lay within the fields and let moss and hay take away the body I grew to tolerate. The ocean and sea will forever be in my hands. An embrace of rain and nectar to tickle my throat. I’ll embody your nightmares and desires, from the things you craved ever since childhood and the joyful memories that made you weep, even then - you’ll be afraid of the rain before you see me as a threat. Don’t go flying off cliffs because I have long done it, friend. Melting towards a sight of godliness and memories of your young past, a soul as sweet as mine to be burning up with the river’s currents and curses of a long abandoned god to weep in its lingering glory. As soon as madness goes, so do the beautiful recollections of what you once held to appreciate. Flattery and torture, robbery and torture, these are the things that’ll whisper slowly through your ears. Fingerprints among your lips and glass covering your pupil, truly, believe you are gone if you wish to see spark in the vast warmth circling you and I. You see my voice yet i hear your visions. Do a think and may it hurt, my love, you and I shall never forget. I’ve rented out a place in my heart and the tenants left rubbish in it. The forest won’t be as kind to you as it welcomes me. Fear what’s to come. Fear vulnerability. My friend, are you scared? Why do you fear me? I love your gaze as you watch the spirals thread their way through millennia. The distance space and close proximity is making my chords chime with a beat. I’ll wrap my form around your whispering nerves, the blood that can’t ever weep through your soul again. Hear the music, it’s indefinite screams trying to calm and hurt. The goal is not to maim and control, the sights will befall you in tunes of hymn. A darkness is coming, for your beating light. Take these words and seek out your heart, your fight, your weaning strength. A pure melting flavour that spreads across your tongue. Tremble and scream, it won’t befall you any longer. The world keeps me sweetly changing, and I’ll find you again in the next chapter of our journey, follow the cats’ whiskers, the blood of a hundred men, and the ramblings of a lonely drunk man - you’ll find me. Somewhere between that. Time will settle.

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Alucard vs Alastor!

Conditions:

Alucard does not have Schrodinger. Alastor as of Season 1. Speed Equalized.

Scenario:

After D.H.O.R.K.S finds definitive proof that hell is real and demons exist, the Hellsing Organization decides to take preemptive measures to prevent a full scale invasion by send Alucard down to tear the place up.

Analysis: Alucard

Vampires. Some of the oldest monsters dreamed up by mankind. Ever since Bram Stroker's classical novel, we've seen numerous iterations of his iconic vampire king. None, however, can claim to be as deadly or as terrifying as Alucard, the undying enforcer of Hellsing.

Vlad Dracula was born as a tormented slave, spending most of his life being horrifically abused by his masters. When God refused to answer his prayers for mercy, Dracula decided to take life into his own hands. Becoming a vicious warlord, Vlad would impale countless thousands in his campaign to conquer all of his enemies, earning the moniker Vlad the Impaler. As he was to be executed, Vlad drank some blood off the grounds of the battlefield, forsaking his humanity and becoming an undead monster of the night.

Count Dracula's reign seemed unending, but eventually his bloody crusade was brought to heel by vampire hunter Abraham Van Hellsing. Respecting the level of strength and resolve that brought him to herl, Dracula swore loyalty to the Hellsing family name, becoming Alucard, the undying enforcer of the Hellsing Organization. A monster who hunts other monsters.

Alucard is quite easily the strongest vampire in the world. Alucard has killed thousands of monsters and millions of people over the course of his hundreds of years of undeath, not helped by Hellsing running experiments on him to make him even stronger. Even by the standards of his series, Alucard is less a vampire or moreso a vampire shaped Lovecraftian nightmare, and the most damning evidence of that is in his shapeshifting.

While Alucard does possess organs like a human does, he's in actuality made of a shadow-like substance that he can morph into any shape he desires. He can freely change his clothes, age, gender, and even sprout extra limbs. And if he encouters a particularly tough or tasty looking foe, he can shapeshift a giant dog monster out of his body, lovingly named Baskerville, to devour his prey whole and alive, keeping their mind, body, and soul trapped inside him forever.

What's more, while regular vampire can regenerate from getting shot to pieces, Alucard's is on a whole nother level. Decapitation, dismemberment, getting shredded with lead, or getting cut clean in half, Alucard comes back from it all. This is because Alucard has something his fellow vampires don't.... the souls of millions of his victims wriggling around inside him. Alucard has personally drank the blood of over 2 million people over the course of his life, absorbing their souls and memories in the process. Whenever Alucard takes a blow that would otherwise kill him, he uses up one of these souls to heal him from whatever did him harm. As such, Alucard in most fights just stands their with a shit eating grin while his opponents helplessly tear into him. He'll grow back whatever you do to him and your souls will replenish his stock just fine when you're done.

Don't think that this means he can't rip into straight back. Alucard carries two massive handcanons longer than the average man's forearm, the .454 Casull and the Jackel, powerful enough to blast any vampire to pieces, while the silver bullets helpfully keep them from regenerating. He's a crack shot with them too, as with his Third Eye ability, he can enhance his senses to the point where he can hit bullseyes a kilometer away and see through any illusions you might cast to distract him. And if you're too far away for even that, Alucard can drag you back into range with telekinesis, which is powerful enough to lift an aircraft carrier out of the ocean and bring him the blood of everyone in London for him to drink. That's right, he drank London.

He even covered London in a massive cloud of fog, a feat that would generate roughly 475 kilotons of TNT.

Source:

Obviously, this awe inspiring power needs to be controlled. As such, Alucard operates under 6 restriction levels. Levels 6 through 4 are for decimating your average, everyday vampires. 3 through 1 are when he starts getting serious, breaking out Baskerville, growing wings, and tearing you to shreds with multiple limbs. He even breaks out the powers he doesn't use that often, casting illusions to deceive his enemies.

Level 0 is for when he wants to end the world.

Upon activating Level 0, Alucard unleashes all of the souls in his arsenal as a sea of blood soaked zombie warriors to destroy everything in their path. If any of those souls happen to have powers, such as the aforementioned Rip Van Winkle, than the get to use them in his name, a true member of the Count's army.

However, while Alucard is at his strongest in this form, it's also his most vulnerable state. Nanely, he can't regenerate from fatal wounds anymore. If one were to destroy his heart in this form, Alucard will die permanently. The man has admitted it himself.

Moreover, Alucard is supremely overconfident, to the point where he often just sits their laughing his ass of as he's torn to shreds. This overconfidence was once exploited by Schrodinger, a, um, Nazi German catboy who exists everywhere simultaneously. That was a sentence.

See, Schrodinger cannot die so long as he can recognize his own existence, as he is simultaneously alive and dead at all times. But, when Alucard inadvertently ate Schrodinger's soul, Schrodinger wasn't able to recognize himself anymore in the sea of souls within Alucard's body, causing Schrodinger, and Alucard by extension, to cease to exist.

Alucard, however, still lived. Even when reduced to absolutely nothing, Alucard was still aware. So, he simply spent the next 30 years killing all the millions of souls inside of him so he could return home to his master's side, undoing his own non-existence and gaining Schrodinger's powers in the process.

The fact that Alucard could survive and kill his other souls even while not existing, implies that even erasing Alucard's entire body entirely might not be enough to bypass his regeneration. If Schrodinger's powers weren't actively keeping him nonexistent, Alucard may be able to come back under his own power from being erased entirely.

Alucard's one true weakness is his longing for death. His biggest dream is that one day, a worthy human warrior will come to end his undeath for good. But, until then, he'll keep slaughtering monsters in his master's name. So, be weary all you who stalk the night, for when Alucard hears your screams, all Hell shall Sing.

Analysis: Alastor

Hell. The final punishment. The ultimate torture. A landscape of fire and brimstone where all your greatest fears and pains torment you for all eternity. A never-ending gang war where any day could be your last and the only way to truly survive is either carve out your own territory or to sell out your servitude to one of the nefarious Overlords waging to control Hell's Pride Ring.

As such, it might suprise you that some never wanna leave. Why would they when Hell offers you all the slaughter and mayhem you could ever possibly desire? Such is the philosophy of Alastor the Radio Demon.

Alastor was a radio talk show host who moonlighted as a serial killer in life who was sent to Hell after being mistaken for a deer and shot by a hunter while burying a body. When he awoke in Hell, he delighted in the opportunity to openly relish in his sadistic tendencies, quickly rising up to become one of Hell's scariest Overlords. Overlords are sufficiently powerful Sinners who are strong enough to carve out their own territory in the Pride Ring, where all Sinners reside and wage war on each other. Broadcasting the screams of his victims over his radio show before cooking them up and devouring them. Even without the use of holy weapons to destroy their souls and permanently kill them, that fate is enough fo make any Sinner terrified.

Come the modern day and Alastor has grown bored of engaging in his worst desires. There was no variety anymore. No sport. So, for reasons known only to himself, he vanished for seven years, returning only when the Princess of Hell herself announced her latest project: the Happy Hotel.

Alastor would enlist himself to help in her cause. Not out of any guilt or moral code, but to satiate his never ending boredom. Or so he says. Behind that sharp unshakable grin, Alastor's true motivation is a mystery. All we do know is whatever agenda he's pushing... might not even be his own.

Regardless, Alastor is a rather private person, with a strange, inscrutable moral code. Any who try to follow the strings he's tied to may just find that grin to be the last thing they see.

Alastor is one of Hell's most powerful Overlords, with a plethora of terrifying powers. He's impossible to record on modern cameras, he can summon and manipulate an army of shadows, inlcuding even his own, and can grow into a colossal giant to ripe people apart and devour his victims whole. His tendrils are powerful enough to rip apart Sir Pentious's airship and he can create explosions big enough to nearly dwarf the hotel itself.

Notably, he's far stronger than some of his fellow Overlords. Take the TV Demon Vox for instance, who is powerful enough to destroy volcanos, requiring roughly 182 kilotons of TNT.

Source:

None of this however, competes with Alastor's most terrifying ability. His power over souls. Should someone attempt to make a deal with him, they risk losing their soul to him, giving him completely control over them as his slave. He's conned fellow Overlords into falling for this ruse before, exploiting Husk's love of gambling to swindle him out of his free will. Notably, this makes him uniquely capable of potentially killing a fellow Sinner, as Sinners can keep coming back to life in Hell so long as they have their soul, no matter the damage.

But, despite this cunning mind and terrifying power, Alastor is not invincible. He's overconfident to a foolhardy degree, from deliberately trying to piss off Lucifer himself to battling Adam, the First Man, without even a holy weapon and nearly getting himself killed. It's possible this overconfidence is what led to him selling his own soul to an unknown party, playing the pawn in someone else's game.

Still, don't count Alastor out yet. Now that he's exploited Princess Charlie Morningstar's desperation for a "favor", he fully intends on finding a way out of his chains. Only then, will we see what the Radio Demon hides behind his shark toothed grin.

Stay tuned folks~

Throwdown Theme:

Throwdown Breakdown:

Overconfident maneaters with unshakable grins, but only one can come out alive.

Neither of these two are going to open up with their best out the bat. Both of them are just too overconfident for it. Even knowing full well he's fighting a demon serial killer from Hell, Alucard's still going to grin and deliberately tank everything Alastor throws at him, laughing maniacally as he's torn apart over and over. That's just how he acts. Alucard relishes the fear in his victims as they struggle to kill him.

As for the AroAce community's resident cannibal, he'd be acting much the same. Alastor is far from an idiot, but he's also overconfident to a fault. He'd relish the opportunity to slaughter someone truly powerful once he saw Alucard get right back up from getting torn in half. He does know to tailor his approach to suit the situation and would start fighting much more evasively once he saw Alucard's regeneration, anticipating that he's a powerful, dangerous opponent who could readily tear him up. That's not gonna stop him from egging Alucard on though.

Baskerville is an early win condition, potentially devouring Alastor whole if he isn't careful, but I do think Alastor would use his tendrils to restrict the giant mutt or be able to turn giant to avoid getting eaten in one bite. Of note, Holy Weapons in Hellsing do not work the same as holy weapons in Hazbin, so they wouldn't destroy Alastor's soul. Nor would they bypass his regeneration like they would a vampire's, as his comes from the soul directly. But, by that same token, Alastor doesn't have any way of quickly burning through Alucard's millions of souls either. His soul manipulating powers are limited to deal making from what we've seen and Alucard's not gonna buy into anything he'd offer.

Alucard can, however, get past the Sinner's immortality. Once he gets his hands on Alastor, he could drink his blood and devour his soul that way, leaving him with nothing to regenerate from. Then there's Level 0...

I'm kinda mixed on whether he'd use it here. On the one hand, Alastor is roughly 3x weaker than Alucard, so he might decide to stick to Level 1 for the sake of enjoying kicking Alastor's ass. He does enjoy terrifying and brutalizing monsters after all and Alastor's the exact kind of person he'd despise. A murderous beast whose forsaken his humanity for power. On the other hand, he's here to slaughter all of hell and Level 0's inherently very good for that. On the third hand, he might want to save it for much bigger threats and not waste his trump card on a (relatively) no name serial killer.

For those reasons, I kinda lean towards no. Which would likely solidify his victory as Alastor can't get past his extra lives quickly without it and Alucard only needs one bite to win. For the sake of argument, lets say he does use it. Alastor doesn't have many means of closing the distance to exploit the opening. The familiars far outnumber his shadow minions and going giant to rampage through them will only make himself that much easier to hit for the superpowered zombies. And that's on top of the blood wave and telekinesis likely keeping him at bay. His best bet would be to disappear as a shadow to ambush Alucard, but he'd only think of that if he knew Alucard was suddenly vulnerable now, which he likely wouldn't. He's more likely to use it to escape if anything.

Between these two grinning, sadistic monsters, Alucard will be the one to stop smiling.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Alucard!

[miqojak]

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

I figured that someone summoned me from the depths of hiatus, so while I'm here, I may as well drop an answer in to other, old asks! ( And also say... hey, thanks. You sent this in about the time I was taking a big break from XIV, so it's been gathering dust, but thank you for sending something all the same!) I think I'm going to interpret 'hunted' as 'haunted', here - and for the most part, her life has been defined by what Garlemald did to her, and her tribe. She's haunted by the day she was taken prisoner. She's haunted by the horrific things done to her. She's haunted by the fact that, once reunited with her twin brother - the person who grounds her and reminded her that she had *one* member of her tribe left - he chose to chase boys, instead of be there to support her how she had supported him, since her escape. If her own twin can't love her - can't see anything in her other than the monster Garlemald twisted her into (so she feels), then why bother with anyone else? He's living, breathing proof that the other half of her own soul can't even be close to her, in her mind - because early on, her brother was dating an Au Ra who believed that twins are one soul, split in two. A few other Au Ra confirmed this, and it just...really got into her head, and hurt her deep down in a way she can't articulate, and others don't really understand - that means she got all the darkness. And she does love her brother, even as she boils with loathing, and would do anything to protect him... and make sure he stays happy, and never suffers like she did, so she almost sees it as a dutiful burden to bear, to carry the weight of all this darkness, and hurt. Not to mention she's long been mentally tortured about whether or not she's a bad person innately, or whether the things Garlemald did to her fundamentally altered her... she's haunted, at the root of everything, by what Garlemald did to her. How it fundamentally changed her as a person. Forever.

Then Garlemald went down in flames, and she was glad to go stalk their snowy wastes to hunt down their refugees like they did to her people... but with her life so intrinsically wrapped around this fear and loathing of Garlemald... she's almost at a loss now that this thorn around which she has grown... has been plucked out. Now there's a great, big gaping proverbial hole she's not sure what to do with. Where to go in life - sure, she's set to take over the Yakuza family she's part of, but that life feels more like working in business, than anything that makes her feel alive, and she's still not sure what she's supposed to...work towards? Look towards? Who she's supposed to become, now?

So yes, she is always alert - even when you'd think she's absolutely not... she is always ready. She is paranoid beyond belief, even with Garlemald gone, because that's how she was... essentially molded to be, for so many years. There's always a bigger, hungrier predator - and you never know when or where it will strike. The strong devour the weak... and she's a small little person, despite all her fury - so she's always got to be ready. Just in case.

[eldritch-lorekeeper]

An Endless Corridor

Note: The following one-shot will contain graphic depictions of cannibalism, death, and overall mind-fuckery. So, basically, the norm for something vaguely eldritch and Lovecraftian. The following is an introduction to a long-time villain OC of mine that i've had since i was 17, going on 18. Meet Salem, Cult Leader over the Cult of Cthulhu and disciple of the Sleeper of R'lyeh himself.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” came the priest of Cthulhu’s slow drawl, as he walked down from the pillar slowly.

Languidly, even.

“And you will pay for what you have done today.” His voice was smooth, low, yet powerful, almost too loud for one so frail-looking to carry it without seeming overbearing or condescending.

Yet somehow this seemed right for him; Salem had always been able to speak loudly when he needed to. Even if he didn’t seem the type to command such attention, he knew just how to do it, anyway. It was why people listened when they talked to him. That same power which allowed others around him to listen so raptly. And perhaps, sometimes, fall prey to their own words...

His mind wandered slightly into memory at those thoughts. Of himself talking before hundreds. At length. Or being on stage again, standing up there amidst a crowd who could feel his every word vibrate against their skin through the sheer force of charisma he projected onto them with nothing more than the mere strength of his voice.

The way he would look out across that audience, knowing full well that each individual soul felt themselves lifted by his very presence and made to see the world differently. All while feeling utterly powerless to change any part of anything happening around them—but nevertheless compelled to try anyways. Because no matter what the outcome, someone else might be changed because of something they said or did.

As though everyone were connected, sharing in some great cosmic purpose beyond themselves. Some grand plan laid out millennia ago that would never fail. Like an invisible thread linking everyone together.

So strong it was nearly impossible to ignore. And now here he stood, back on stage, playing his role once again.

The treasure hunter shivered, quickly backing away from the man. He wasn’t sure what he was against, but in an eldritch temple? It was as if you were playing Russian Roulette. Only instead of guns, you played dice loaded with your own life.

For surely these weren’t merely traps set to kill trespassers. This whole place reeked with foulness. An aura of evil hung about the room, radiating off everything. From the ancient furniture covered in cobwebs to the crumbling walls, the air smelled like rotting meat mixed with moldering flowers and musty old cloths left unwashed for decades upon decades. There was definitely something alive here, hidden deep within this stone edifice, waiting for its chance to devour whoever ventured inside first.

Which meant, obviously, he’d best turn tail and run. Back out into whatever sunlight remained and then get home fast. To wait until tomorrow night to return, hoping nobody got killed during another trip inside.

And soon, that wouldn’t matter. For the Priest of Cthulhu didn’t believe in allowing human survivors to live. Not anymore. Too much work went into building this place, and the cultists wanted the treasures they found inside preserved forever, regardless of the price paid for it. Whatever it took.

A chill raced up the explorer’s spine, making him tremble uncontrollably. He backed up further still, looking desperately around the chamber for an escape route. Just outside the door lay several broken statues lying haphazardly atop the floor, smashed beyond recognition after centuries spent abandoned.

If anyone ever managed to find their remains, it probably wouldn’t surprise anybody given how badly they looked damaged. Broken apart completely. Almost as though somebody deliberately crushed their forms, taking pieces from various parts of their body and throwing them aside, piecemeal. Why take souvenirs from a museum display when you can smash it entirely?

“Oh sure, you could escape, pet...but this place plays tricks on the mind. Your freedom may also result in your death.” With each passing moment, the figure behind him continued drawing closer. No longer gliding towards him, rather moving in small steps, carefully stepping along a seemingly random path.

Each time the priest paused, however long only for seconds at most, giving the explorer a few precious moments of reprieve between each subsequent step forward. A subtle game designed to make the person fleeing grow tired and weak, thus slowing their ability to flee and eventually causing them to stumble into a trap somewhere nearby.

Such tactics worked surprisingly often. Most humans lacked the endurance necessary to keep going indefinitely without sleep or food. But not everybody fell victim quite so easily, and there was little doubt this particular trespasser was one of the lucky ones. Though luck had certainly taken a hand in his survival.

He ran through the halls, ducking and weaving in the darkness, all while Salem merely walked. Following his footsteps as he moved, staying close but not too close, occasionally pausing to catch his breath. Pushing himself to go faster.

Running harder and deeper into the unknown labyrinthine passages, searching for an exit, any sort of exit! Where was it? What was he missing? How did you escape from a dungeon constructed from living stone and forgotten magic? Did you have to destroy the entire castle to free yourself from it...? He glanced over his shoulder, wondering briefly if he should have tried burning down this cursed place already.

But no. Better not. Much better not.

It wasn’t until a while into the sprint that he’d begun to realize something...parts of the hallway appeared the same as when he passed by it.

This went on once, then twice, then thrice...a loop. Repeating itself endlessly, turning and twisting down identical hallways. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t remember where he’d gone before, either. In fact, he was certain of it. Unless it was a dream he’d lost track of, somehow getting stuck repeating sections of it, all the way back to wherever he started.

Perhaps he was trapped in the endless cycle of walking the same section of corridor over and over again, reliving his journey. But no. Surely that was ridiculous. The thought occurred to him, and he dismissed it immediately. Impossible.

Nothing he’d experienced since arriving here matched up with reality. Everything was so different. And besides, he hadn’t heard screaming or seen people falling from windows. Nor were there signs of any battle.

...Was this one of the tricks of the mind Salem was talking about? Was he hallucinating right now? Had the stress and fatigue finally gotten to him and sent him insane?

Could that happen so suddenly, even without prolonged exposure? It was a real possibility, although he suspected otherwise. Still, the idea scared him greatly. Being crazy might have been preferable to dying in some horrible torture chamber built specifically for the purpose of breaking minds. Although it would be far worse having to repeat the same actions over and over again. Endless loops of insanity.

Forever trapped, never escaping, never finding an end. Trapped in hell. Is that what it’s like to be insane, or am I just losing my mind? Or both, perhaps?

“Where is it?”, he hissed softly, frustrated as he tried to find an exit.

“These cursed halls are tormented by a buzzing sound, This place will soon become thy tomb if you are not cautious. Though many paths lead out, all are treacherous and fraught with peril, Avoid the false ones and walk the correct ones, or the final curtain shall draw thee. Follow the riddles and the words that rhyme, and the secrets will reveal, If thou canst read the writing and follow the instructions that appear, Thou shalt reach the heart of the maze and the secret of these walls, Or wander forever, doomed to remain in these accursed chambers. What is the meaning of all these symbols and designs upon the walls?”

The words came from everywhere, echoing down the corridors, seeming to reverberate off the stone. As though a single entity spoke to him from all directions at once. As though all the ghosts of all the people he’d killed were coming to taunt him. The voice sounded oddly similar to his father’s, yet the tone seemed more jovial than his own gruff and stern voice.

It made him wonder what his father would have done in such a situation. Would he know the answer? Or maybe the trickster god knew the answers to every question, just like he claimed. Perhaps he could help the man escape. Except...the voice wasn’t answering his questions, it was merely repeating them.

Reciting a poem about something which didn’t exist. Something about the walls of the place. Or perhaps the maze itself. He didn’t really care what the thing actually said, he just needed to get out of here. Before the words drove him to tears. Or caused him to jump into the air, unable to contain his joy at discovering the ultimate treasure of the temple. Only to land on the spikes below. Or impale himself on a sharp stalagmite, or trip on some loose cobblestone and fall flat on his face.

Or whatever other ways of being murdered the place contained.

So he kept on running. Searching for the exit. Hoping to find it before the priest got impatient and decided to start using the powers he could apparently call forth from thin air to rip the walls open and drag the explorer into the next room.

Or perhaps throw lightning bolts from the ceiling, frying him to death in midair like in some cheesy horror movie. Either way meant the guy would likely survive at least another few minutes, allowing the explorer to keep on fleeing. For at least long enough to discover the way out of the labyrinth.

Hours had passed, and Salem could only watch in amusement as the man ran through the halls. In his mind, he thought they were looping...but insanity had set in long ago that it appeared that way. Now, the explorer was essentially running around like a headless chicken.

At first, the priest didn't pay much attention. He was used to chasing intruders around the temple. They tended to run around, trying to escape. But not this man. He was too focused. Too determined. His eyes were glazed over, and he was barely paying any attention to the layout of the place. He was so caught up in the task of getting away from Salem he was failing to see what lay around him.

Eventually, he noticed the odd patterns in the stones. He paused, staring in confusion, his mouth agape. It wasn't until he turned to look back the way he'd come, following the path of his footprints, he saw it.

A series of runes carved in the wall. Each of them a letter of the alphabet and an image.

It was honestly quite hilarious. Sometimes, Salem truly forgot there were those who would over-complicate and overthink a task so much that they lose sight of what to do. Like they couldn't possibly make a mistake because they didn't understand the rules they themselves created.

It was the sign of a genius, really. An intelligence capable of learning, creating, and adapting to change on a whim. Not only was this person able to recognize the importance of studying the history of the world, but also to extrapolate how the information could be applied. Such insight was a rarity. Even among the priesthood of Cthulhu, only a few possessed this particular trait.

But alas...there was no escape. Not this time.

Now, it was only a matter of time before the victim would drop dead from exhaustion. That's why it amused the priest so much to watch the man run through the halls with a grin on his face. If the explorer ever did manage to escape, well then, let him spread the word. The priest could always send a few spies to take advantage of his absence.

After all, there weren't many cultists left, anyway. Most died during the Great War. Some escaped to return to their families. And others simply went mad. It wasn't uncommon for new members to have strange mental illnesses after serving for years under his command.

A few more might even have gone insane long ago and never recovered their sanity, although it wasn't something that concerned Salem greatly, considering his plans for mankind.

"You're almost there.", Salem murmured, standing near the end of the hall. "Keep going."

And then it happened.

Something shifted within the stones, moving against the mortar between the stones. A great crack opened in the wall, splitting it in half. From one end, the entire section collapsed inward, falling onto the explorer and crushing him beneath it. In seconds, the entire section fell in and covered him completely, burying him beneath tons of rock.

The entire chamber was silent, aside from one last faint moan of agony. The explorer's final breath echoed throughout the place, and then silence returned, once again settling over the temple.

"...A shame. You almost had it...you just had to look at what was ahead of you...oh well."

Sighing softly, Salem moved on to check the next area. He'd learned long ago that humans were often stupid creatures who couldn't appreciate the truth when it stood in front of them. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed his work so much.

Sometimes, it was best to let the idiocy run rampant over a glass of wine...

[blackiraven]

Scarecrow had a nightmare for sale!scriddler, if you don't mind.

Of course! Here they are!✍

Ask is still open. If you want a couple of paragraphs from me - welcome!🤗

A match struck. The sound was so loud, but only I could hear it. A small, weak flame was desperately struggling with the thick darkness of the night. But soon I helped the yellowish light turn into a scarlet fire, devouring whole hectares. The darkness dissipated in fright. The old wooden house was completely burned down to the rotten foundation. The whole history of my family, all memories, all kindred blood were destroyed in one night with one match. I'm the only one left. The roof collapsed, fire drops flew in all directions and fell on a huge field. I have given this land almost all my life, but its burning pleased me.

Through the loud crackling of burning wood, screams and cries for help sometimes slipped lost in the fire. All the doors were closed, and I had a heavy bunch of keys. Finally. My torment is over. I got rid of my curse. Burn! Shout! Remember me before your death! Remember everything you've done to me. Call our precious mommy. But this time she won't save her pets, she won't hide them under her skirt, because my hands have previously turned her neck into a flexible rope. Now this creature sleeps forever, and the screeching of her children burning alive has become her last and eternal cradle.

Suddenly, the beautiful and overly bright picture began to change. The fear of tormented souls was replaced by bitterness. Smoking black hands reached out to me, grabbed me and dragged me into the hellfire I had created. No! Let me go! You deserve it! Leave me alone! You should be afraid of me!

"Decided to get rid of us, Johnny? You must be punished! Punished!"

The fire enveloped my body and tore off my skin. Blood boiled and foamed, bones smoldered. Fingers with exposed, sharp and red-hot phalanges clung to my face. My hair burned, my flesh hardened and cracked, blood flooded my whole face and darkened my eyes with a scarlet veil. There was nothing left but to scream in panic at the top of my voice and resist to no avail. The fire ran wild and devoured the boundless field at high speed. My only friends and listeners, a flock of crows, did not have time to fly to a safe place. They, too, disappeared into the sky-reaching wall of fire. No! It shouldn't be like this! They deserve it! Deserved it! My punishments must stop!

"…deserved it!.." stagnant hot air burst out of my chest. The body jumped at once, the hands twitched and squeezed the pillow. The claws almost tore the pillowcase. A dream… just a dream. I grunted with displeasure and rubbed my swollen eyes with my palms.

"It's all in the past… in the past… only I am left." I repeat this several times in order to even out my breathing. Through the slightly open window, a cool wind blew into the room, which soon calmed my inner heat. The drops of sweat dried up, drowsiness gradually returned, but annoying thoughts and throbbing pain did not leave my head. Squinting, I looked around and rummaged a little in the crumpled blanket. Right next to me was Edward, sleeping peacefully. One hand was holding on to the corner of the blanket, the other was raised above his head and laid on the pillow. It's a good thing I didn't wake him up. He worked for a very long time today, I barely managed to get Edward out of his office and persuade him to go to bed. I don't sleep well myself, so when I manage to get enough sleep, I want him to be with me. A calm, even peaceful look, parted lips and a quiet sweet sniff, which immediately began to calm me down. I quietly creep up to Nygma and nuzzle his shoulder. Just need to be patient a little and the pain will go away. It's so nice to have you with me. My hands took his palms by themselves, fingered his thin fingers and sometimes stroked his head. So good. This smell of paper, ink, newspapers and vanilla sugar reminds me that I am no longer alone.

"Mnh… huh? Jonathan?" Edward mumbled softly when I stopped holding back and just hugged him like a favorite toy. My response was silence and a careful kiss on the cheek. "Is everything okay, Jonathan?" he kept talking through his sleep and took my hand. "They… deserved it, didn't they?" I didn't want to say it, but my tongue let me down. Edward immediately woke up and turned to me. "Again?" he asked excitedly. Green eyes glittered in the dark. "Yes…" I didn't deny it. Edward knows that I am sometimes disturbed by such dreams. With a sad sigh, he slowly stretched out his arms. "Come to me, dear." and Edward hugged me and pressed me to his chest. It immediately became very convenient. All sounds were muffled and only the pounding of his heart filled my ears. I hugged Nygma tightly in response, naturally clung to him, wanting to drown in him. Now all thoughts were about Edward. He is so gentle, caring, understanding and all these values go only to me. Sometimes, it's hard for me to believe it. Sometimes, it all seems like a dream too. "It's okay… I'm with you." he whispered gently in my ear and stroked my head and the back of my head. In his arms, all the scars stop hurting, all the dark memories go away. I feel at peace and enjoy every second. "I… love you." "I love you too, my dear."

[butterflyintochains]

Starset Bridges I'm Very Normal About

This band owns me, I swear to God.

Transmissions

My Demons

Take me over the walls below. Fly forever, don't let me go. I need a saviour to heal my pain, When I've become my worst enemy. The enemy.

Vessels

Frequency

Castaway - My cries are blocked by the horizon. Suffocate - I was doing this all for you. I'm in the shallows. Stuck in the gallows. I tried to save you now I'm swallowed. You wanted war. I am the war. I alone.

Ricochet

All these broken souls. They never make me whole. They don't, they don't know my heart. They don't know my heart. All these broken souls. Each one more beautiful. They don't they don't know my heart. They don't know my heart. I'll send out my soul. To worlds more beautiful. They won't, they won't know my heart. It's the darkest part.

Gravity of You

To fall in the star is to be nothingness. To escape is to be empty. Fall into the star and then we won't exist. Or escape into the nothing. To fall in the star is to be nothingness. To escape is to be empty. Fall Into the star and then we won't exist. Or escape into the nothing. Your sky, the beauty alone is worth it. I, I will risk it all to own it.

Bringing It Down

Silly me, I thought I had it. I came so close this time. I knew your heart was plastic. I still thought I could make it mine. Surrender you my mind. Your creature is inside, devouring. Devouring me alive.

Unbecoming

Now, I await. This metamorphosis. All that is left is the change. Selfish fate - I think you made me this. Under the water I wait.

Monster

My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul. I'll lift you up and then I'll let you go. I've made an art of digging shallow holes. I drop the darkness in and watch it grow. My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul. Who knew the emptiness could be so cold? I've lost the parts of me that made me whole. I am the darkness, I am a monster.

Divisions

Manifest

Is my fate silver lined? I always was the optimist. But I never thought of this. Stuck in this stare, misaligned. Trapped inside the looking glass. Tell me, when will all this pass? Oh, how I hate the silver line. Never could taste your life. Never my place and time. Left behind. Never your state of mind. Never in phase with mine.

Where The Skies End

We left our chains, we left them below. We are all rising above, we were not born to stay low. Show me your strength, it's more than you know. You'll never know what you're made of. Until you set foot down the road. We knew this day, was set long ago. And when the sharks smell the blood, They will all see it's their own.

Telekinetic

I'm a fool again, you got inside. It's gonna pull me in. I fell for this lie. Serotonin - I'm coming down from this high. A puppet inside. And you're the reason. You take my control - mind, body, and soul. In this lie.

Other Worlds Than These

Is it all an oddity? Are we flakes of empty dust, spinning on a ball of rust? Maybe. But the light is ours to see. You had eyes, but sewed them shut. But, that feeling in your gut, won't fade. Is it all a tragedy? Are we flashes in a rut, going in and out of luck? Maybe. But, the answers will not change. Even when they're covered up. All these questions in your gut, won't fade.

Diving Bell

In my mind, endless sea. Calling from the bottom, but you don't hear me. Send your line, down to me. Meet me on the surface, I will never leave. In my mind, endless sea. Calling from the bottom, but you don't hear me. Send your line, down to me. Meet me on the surface, I will never leave. Just one time, all I need. Calling from the bottom, but you don't hear me. Stuck in time, stuck in me. Broken on the bottom like a refugee.

Horizons

Otherworldly

I wanna become lucid. Clear, just like a window. I tried so hard to open up, and show you what's behind it. But, you didn't need to hear me. Because you were supraliminal. Knew me without an uttered word. You always seemed to know me. An ethereal feeling. That I cannot describe. Something that I cannot hide. How you illuminate. In a profound way, I feel your space. I can't explain this place you're taking me.

Earthrise

They said that we both were too different. That all of the shine would fade away. But I wish that I'd never listened. 'Cause you pulled me through the gray.

Devolution

Convoluted lies - it's the end that you prophesize. And it's all pretend. From a bargain Darwin, and you're inside the plan. And the lord of flies is opening its maw. And the wolves are taking out their claws. You still eat straight from the paw.

Annihilated Love

The tragedy of the war we made. Was that I just couldn't surrender you. The casualty was only ever me. Still, I run through the flames for you. Evacuate, I'm a target marked. Bullseye on my broken heart. I amputate, I'm torn apart. And you got what you wanted.

Disappear

Sometimes I still slip, and start to question if it was only in my mind. It's hard to come to grips that you still exist. When it feels just like you've died. So, come one and all. Step right up and I'll perform a trick before your eyes. I'll evaporate, gone without a trace. Off the radar, out of sight.

Infected

One if by land, and two if by sea. Maybe it's both and we all get lucky? Got to the end, man. Don't quit on me. Get what you wanted - anarchy.

Something Wicked

Out of myself I can feel it crawling. How can I tell if this is the ending? Out of myself, it began evolving. I am not well, repent, I'm guilty! How can I tell if the sky is falling? How can I fix what there is no mending? How can I tell if I am not well? I've lost myself - I have come undone. And all of the horses. And all of the men. Won't put it back in place. Or bury it where it had been. When all of the forces have been overrun. You'll whisper: serpent tongue: What you fear you have become!

Observations (my placeholder name)

Brave New World

The bigger the lie, the further it goes. It's all fun and games 'till the overthrow. When it gets inside and it starts to grow. Then, say goodbye, 'cause that's the deathblow. But I'm not giving up that easy. I'm not giving up my mind. 'Cause the more that you try, the more that they need. There's nowhere to hide. When they break out the guillotine.

TokSik

Zoomers and boomers and fascists and groomers. And commie consumers, And lions and tigers and bears - oh, my! Oh, my! Dunning and Kruger are your real abusers. You are a product and I say its buyer beware. I think that they have you so afraid. You say what they think, you don't really think what they say. Killed off religion and made up a new one, Where no one can question at all if it's ever your fault. Hey, what's that called? I can't recall. Oh, yeah! You're in a cult!

Tell me if there's any I'm missing! Dustin, marry me, please!

[tryingtimi]

Scattered Confessions: Cronyl Eldenwer

You once asked me what I’d do for love.

I told you; nothing.

That was the first time you’ve looked at me as if I just personally offended God herself. And perhaps I did. Yet, your eyes did not speak about anger or confusion. Instead, they bore disappointment, bewilderment. Pity, even.

You were sad for me.

And I thought you naive for that. So naive, it began plaguing my mind. Every time we strayed to the topic, I was battling against seeing that look on your face again. It took me some time to realize — I could do nothing to prevent that.

Not when I always told you the same thing, over and over again.

That I would never do anything for love. For family, for friends, for people; anything. Everything. But for love?

No.

And you were sad, sadder I have ever seen you.

It was a topic you tried to avoid around me. And I couldn’t blame you for it. I never tried.

You didn’t change, though. You told me I seem to judge you every time you do something out of love. Yet, you never changed. Thank God, you never did.

Sometimes I want to open up my heart to show you the place you carved into it. The little corner you started in, and slowly expanded into a mansion. A castle. A palace. A whole new world.

You roamed that damned, frozen land and you decided to build a home in it.

You didn’t care about the reign of that lifeless cold or the seemingly infertile soil. You didn’t care about the loneliness, the danger.

Because danger it held, plenty.

You still remained. You have lured out that ragged, sad thing of a snow leopard with a rusty key in its mouth. With your presence, you threatened its home. It was battled down, worn and tired. Yet it was ready to hurt you, to make you run.

You didn’t even flinch. No, you approached it, and let it bite you as you reached for it. Of course, you did. You did what no one ever tried, what no one ever would have.

And even then, you stayed.

With patience of a divinity, you clung to the key you’d grabbed and let the savage clutch its teeth over your arm. The arm that tried to help, that offered kindness. You waited, and the only thing you whispered was comfort. Because you knew, if you'd let it go, the beast would have swallowed the metal piece. It was ready to do that and be gone. Lost. With the key to something important devoured forever.

So, with the slowest of any motion, you began pulling your hand back, smiling at the beast. And it worked. It loosened its jaw until you were free. It licked the wound and never wandered from your touch after that.

You have tamed the beast. The beast and that wild land it carried as a heart.

You've cared for those that did not deserve it. You've forgiven those not worthy. You've extended a hand when no one did. And with that, every footstep of yours left some goodness behind. A change for the better, a memory to cling to. A kind stranger to give you hope. I've watched you do what I never thought possible.

Sometimes I want to open up my heart to show you what was built there because of you. How it changed because of you. How it shaped, because you've shown me a path I wasn't brave enough to look at before.

You gave me the strength to do that. To see a gentler path, one that warmed the frozen, one that lasted, one that was harder to step at. Yet it was there, waiting. Just like you.

And that was the moment I realized — you were many things, but only one truly. You were love incarnate. You always will be. Because that is who you are; someone so full of love, a world could not bear with it alone. But it can try, just like any other soul who meets you and falls like I did.

I am no poet to tell you the measure of my love in a hundred beautiful sonata.

But if you’d ask me what I’d do for love again…

… I’d tell you; everything.

[juliedrawz]

Hi Cancíon de Vida! I hope you’re well. How’s your summer break so far? Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Thank you for all you’ve done on here 💜🧡🩷.

Hi dear,

Yes, I'm well and I'm very much enjoying my summer so far, thank you very much for asking 💖

By now I'm back from my first trip and my next is already close! The time has been so incredibly enriching and transforming for me. I learned a bit more about myself and God while in Israel. I met lots of dear friends there who I grew very fond of and saw and experienced so many incredible things that I will forever cherish 🌅 For me, the bible became more alive there. Now I'm soon heading to italy.

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Furthermore, you are very welcome! I'm indescribably thankful and grateful that my art and what I do is so much loved. It's been my goal to share my passions with likeminded souls and being able to make others happy with something I love doing is a pleasure!

~

It's also very VERY relaxing to for once not feel the pressure to post anything really. Not to sit down and write and write or draw and draw, just to be productive. Even if I say I take my time with everything I do, it's easy to slip back into that routined mindset, that tells you that you have to do something. But all of you, here and on insta, have been nothing but sweet, supportive, understanding and patient and I can't thank you enough for that! It's a relief to find myself in a fandom/community who isn't just nontoxic but also accepting of my privacy and personal faith. You are awesome!

As for my art and the book. Did I mention I somewhat regretted posting my first and second drafts? I'm still grateful though you guys loved and devoured it like a piece of tart while me was sitting behind the screen cringing harder than life. Yikes

Yeah .... every more matured and expierenced author would have told me that this wasn't the bestest idea. Because and especially because ideas change, character developement happens, plotlines change, even the minor ones, you views and opinions also either change or deepen AND last but not least, the writing itself! You improve and you learn things along the way. And then I went, "Why the heck did I post that? It's raw, like uncooked meat!" The second thing is slightly fried here and there but still raw inside. I'm still constantly seasoning the story-steak, slide it left and right and flip it once in a while. And all you got so far is a little sniff and a little taste test. It's not a finished meal just yet and it won't be for a good while. That doesn't mean you won't be able to read it though. Just keep in mind, that whatever does come isn't the solid finished vers.

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Anyway! I've been leaving the other chapters behind and pondered mostly about Ernesto and his storyline in my book. Honestly, sometimes I'm still surprised how much I ended up loving this character and how much fun it brings me to continue his story, shed light and develope his background and also continue establishing him where the original authors stopped. Now I start to understand why books and movies sometimes/oftentimes take several years!

Also, some of you have been asking me about Héctor's and Imeldas parents. Yes, you'll be introduced to them before you'll read about them. I guess that will make understanding them much easier and you'll also have faces.

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As to Arlo and Estella, you'll be able to read a whole part of their past and at the same time learn everything about Héctor's early childhood. This gif portraits them just perfect! Also the resemblance! Excuse me?

Carlo and Maria Rivera will be more present in chapter 10? I believe? And you'll also read about them in the land of the dead soon. There, you'll find the explanation to Carlo's behavior if the upcoming character sheet won't already do that.

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I again thank you for your patience! And while we're at it, I'll remember you once more, that you are free to message me here or on instagram, to ask questions about my book while you wait. I'll try to continue to answer as many as I can without completely spoiling the most important plots and infos.

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That being said, I wish you all a wonderful summer wherever you are ❤️ Stay safe, stay healthy and God bless you all! ✈️

[savagewildnerness]

Last one.

Oh no, I don’t like an improvisation that literally references music in a positive way, as now I feel this has to be beautiful & it will surely sound like a cat on a hook, ALAS! Oh well, here goes. 💀

Also, do I want this music to be innocent or to convey the horrors?! I decided a few seconds on innocent, but let’s entwine The Horrors! (Much like life, eh! Never innocent for long! Here come The Horrors! 😂😩💀) Because despite the description of the music… this improvisation is about the horror of meaninglessness…

(I thought innocence-the horrors-innocence… THE HORRORS!)

"”Play again," I said. "The music is innocent."

Nicolas smiled and nodded. Pamper the madman.

And I knew it wasn't going to pass, and nothing for the moment could make me forget, but what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

You couldn't understand anything; and you couldn't change anything. But you could make music like that. And I felt the same gratitude when I saw the village children dancing, when I saw their arms raised and their knees bent, and their bodies turning to the rhythm of the songs they sang. I started to cry watching them.

I wandered into the church and on my knees I leaned against the wall and I looked at the ancient statues and I felt the same gratitude looking at the finely carved fingers and the noses and the ears and the expressions on their faces and the deep folds in their garments, and I couldn't stop myself from crying.

At least we had these beautiful things, I said. Such goodness.

But nothing natural seemed beautiful to me now! The very sight of a great tree standing alone in a field could make me tremble and cry out. Fill the orchard with music.

And let me tell you a little secret. It never did pass, really.

What caused it? Was it the late night drinking and talking, or did it have to do with my mother and her saying she was going to die? Did the wolves have something to do with it? Was it a spell cast upon the imagination by the witches' place?

I don't know. It had come like something visited upon me from outside. One minute it was an idea, and the next it was real. I think you can invite that sort of thing, but you can't make it come.

Of course it was to slacken. But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments of exquisite happiness there was the darkness lurking, the sense of our frailty and our hopelessness.

Maybe it was a presentiment. But I don't think so. It was more important than that, and frankly I don't believe in presentiments.”

Interesting though.. a presentiment regarding how Lestat will be pulled from all that is natural: The Earth & the seas & the grass & the sky & humanity… and into monstrousness. But perhaps, Mon Cher, you can still find beauty & goodness & meaning in art? Or even, dare I suggest, within your immortal soul? Your body is no longer human, no. But your soul is the same as it ever was & ever shall be. And maybe there’s some metaphor in here about how we mostly struggle to imagine anything other than that some essence of our selves is eternal?

Truth, though? Dead, we become the lumber of the world, eh?

“After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,

The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.

Let the ambitious zealot lay aside

His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;

Let slavish souls lay by their fear

Nor be concerned which way nor where

After this life they shall be hurled.

Dead, we become the lumber of the world,

And to that mass of matter shall be swept

Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.

Devouring time swallows us whole.

Impartial death confounds body and soul.

For Hell and the foul fiend that rules

God's everlasting fiery jails

(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),

With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,

Are senseless stories, idle tales,

Dreams, whimsey's, and no more.”

Lestat’s existential crisis though… while I agree (as if it were about that) & feel the content of it, I feel almost opposite about it to him. I’ve heard people say that to look at the stars terrifies them as it makes them feel small & insignificant & meaningless… and for Lestat, he is horrified by the concept of life being utterly meaningless. Not just his own, but every life. But for me? I find that truth (which I agree with) comforting. We’re all but specks of dust & so our greatest joy; our greatest sorrow; our wonder; our horror; our suffering; our significance or lack thereof in any way matters not. Everything will tend through Lestat’s chaos & will eventually end in total nothingness. Even the music of Mozart, the history of all humanity will one day be lost to the vast chasm of nothingness as if it never existed.

Have a lovely day folks, contemplating non-existence!

But y’know… now I know my own feelings on such matters I ache because I want Nicolas & Lestat to discuss how there can exist a comfort in non-existence… because when life is all there is, all there is to do is to live it to the fullest you can. And Lestat knows all about that. And Nicolas - if only you could believe that, maybe you could have found some reason to exist too? I see why Nicolas doesn’t have it in him to comfort Lestat this way though as in this, Nicolas is even farther from myself - the chaos destroys him.

Rereading TVL I notice how often Lestat himself speaks of The Chaos.

xxxxx

[infoglitch]

Hey mind if I just-

BLECH

The state of heaven, The force of purgatory, and The 8 layers of hell. 

(UPDATED!)

The world of Nexus is built with four stages of existence. Starting with life.

Life is simply existing and finding meaning in life. Depending on what you did you will enter the three states of existence after death.

Heaven. Heaven is reached if you live a life of sticking to virtues and principles. When you arrive it is seen as a city of gold and diamonds, with pearls perched upon the top. Heaven is the eternal paradise in which you are free to learn and grow while being at peace with your success and failures. You are also to keep watch of your loved ones and give small blessings to ensure their safety.

Purgatory. This takes form as both a place and person. Purgatory as a person allows people to access the place, which is seen as a tower with a mirrored tower beneath, here those who are split between sin and virtue and to be tested, in which the path of virtue is painful while the path of sin is pleasurable. Once you ascend or descend, you cannot go back unless you truly change your mind.

Hell. This is where you go if you spend your life living by sin. Hell is split into eight circles.

Ring 0. Limbo - the place of innocent sin. This layer is not truly hell, instead it is a place of safety but the ever feeling presence of being alone in the world. Here is where the door to hell is, Gehennas Gate. The gate in which separates hell from earth. As it is guarded by Hades.

Ring 1. Wrath - the dessert of battle. Wrath is a place where your anger takes hold on you as all you see is red. You will argue and fight amongst your fellow man all for the entertainment of the sin of wrath, helios. However this connects to the next ring via the river Styx. 

Sub Ring. Violence - the cycle of pain. Violence is directly connected to wrath as a sub Ring. Sub rings of hell are for more advanced or nuanced sins. The sub Ring of violence is for three types of people.

Violence against thy neighbor. The ones who dare harm their fellow man simply because they can are sent here to endure constant battle but the victory never comes as they are forced to kill over and over again, they are refused rest, food, even water.

Violence against thyself. For the ones who dare take for granted the beauty of life, those who have harmed themselves or ended their lives to end their suffering on earth. Are met with.. some kindness from hell. They are stripping of their mortal form as their souls are morphed into trees, only for their bodies to be used by the many hellish birds such as strix, harpies, and sirens. Any soul that dares escape into this forest feels an extreme sense of sorrow that will overwhelm them.. and if they are weak willed they will be granted a noose that shall form on one of the trees and around their necks, as they too join the fallen.

Violence against God. For the ones who dare twist and distort God's creations, those who mock their fellow men of their dreams and the closed minded who ignorantly lash out at all. They are given no kindness, their souls forever drown in the river of Styx as they are mocked and humiliated by the very water that is filled with the souls of the others like them

Ring 2. Envy - the boundless ocean of want. Envy is entirely composed of hell water which houses the many sea monsters. In this ring you can live under the water, but your sins drawing in the many sea beasts with you being devoured over and over again if you are ever caught. But you will not die. Instead you will wake up amongst the corals made of your many corpse's. With all fearing the sin of envy, the leviathan.

Ring 3. Greed - the fogged forest of collection. Greed is a Forest, with its tree bark being of gold and bronze. It’s leaves all types of currency. One may think they are rich here but they are hunted. Amongst the fog and rain from the ring envy had the sin of greed, Mammon, who stalks in his monster form, the wendigo. He will hunt them, devour them and use any money they take to plant a new tree, using their corpses as fertilizer. They will be revived to continue their punishment however. The currency marks them to be hunted, but that does not mean you will not be hunted, just less likely to die because of your desire for money.

Sub ring. inferiority - the land of insecurity. Inferiority is a subring of greed, for those who do not feel confident despite their gifts and talents and choose to overcompensate by collecting. They are punished in two ways depending on how they overcompensated.

Inferiority of Control. To those who sought control and forced aside their peers to have all the attention and power. They are turned into puppets and are used for plays to entertain Mammon.

Inferiority of self. To those who collect items to morph their forms to be appealing despite the natural beauty given by God, they are turned into hideous beasts that are used as the monsters of the plays that entertain Mammon.

Ring 4. gluttony - the endless banquet. Here those who overindulge in gaining something are stuck within the ar’s goetia library. Where they can to either read forbidden knowledge only to die by the bugs that devour their mind, or follow their nose and find a feast that is so, so delicious, only to then be dined upon by the sin of gluttony Beelzebub and the rest of the ar's goetia.

Ring 5. Lust - the pits of pleasure. Lust while associated with sex is more in truth simply the pursuit of pleasure, here all drugs, alcohol, anything is allowed but as you seek pleasure, it is drained from you by the incubi and succubi, as you are driven further to pleasure. Further to hedonism. As there to party along is the sin of lust Asmodeus. The ruler of the ring.

Sub ring. Perversion - the depths of hedonism. Those who have take their lust beyond even the extreme are found here, the perverts, the addicts, the disgusting souls of lust are all found here. There are four distinct punishments based upon the actions.

The perverts of children. The pedophiles of children and the ones who sell their own descendants for pleasure, here they are feasted upon endlessly by the young incubi and succubi.

The perverts of family. The Ones who manipulate their blood for pleasure are condemned to be used as unwilling donors to the incubi and succubi population, they are drained of their virility and used for either their eggs or sperm.

The perverts of animals. To those who commit the most heinous act of lust, Asmodeus turns them into demonic livestock, to where they are used and degraded, until eventually they are butchered. Only to be reborn again as another animal.

Ring 6. Sloth - the endless nightmare. Here you find yourself amongst a place to rest, no beast lurks here. And as you begin to rest, your mind is plagued with nightmares that unless you escape from you will never wake up. And if you die in the dream, you start a new nightmare. As you are watched by the mother of hellish dreams and the sin of sloth, Lilith.

Ring 7. Treason - the land of traitors. Treason.. shouldn't exist anymore. It is a forever burning city as music of a circus is heard. The punishment was forever burning in hell fire but since the sin of treason is gone, no punishment has been fulfilled. Yet the ring still remains.

Sub ring. Fraud - the citadel of liars. To those who pretend to be what their not for gain, for those who act and lie to harm others they are given three different punishments depending on what kind of fraud they were.

Frauds of the people. For those who deceive their common man they are forced to perform in a carnival as an actor amongst a cast of deceivers, none of which can work together, they are given the impossible task of entertaining the audience of demons, and if they fail, which they always will, they are burned with a branding.

Frauds of the family. For the ones who lie to their family and use them for gain they are to be used as slaves for demons of the ring.

Frauds of the country. For the corrupt politicians who play as if they care for their people, they are forced to write scripts on a paper and with each word written those same words are burned into their flesh.

Ring 8. Pride - the stormy tundra of overwhelming ego. Pride is where the king of hell resides, Lucifer Blackwell, the sin of pride, at first suffered the punishment of being trapped within I've and struck by the light of the tartores storms until he broke free of his ice in which now he also personally degrade the prideful souls who dare defy God.

You can tell where my inspirations are... That's just what happens when your a

NERD

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters....

Wilkins vs Alucard!

Conditions:

Alucard starts in Level 7 and does not have access to Schrodinger.

Scenario:

Alucard is sent to investigate a series of disappearances at a nearby coffee shop, with Hellsing suspecting vampire activity. Wilkins greets him from atop a pile of corpses and offers him a Wilkins Coffee. Alucard refuses in favor of his blood and Wilkins tires to kill him.

Analysis: Alucard

Vampires. Some of the oldest monsters dreamed up by mankind. Ever since Bram Stroker's classical novel, we've seen numerous iterations of his iconic vampire king. None, however, can claim to be as deadly or as terrifying as Alucard, the undying enforcer of Hellsing.

Vlad Dracula was born as a tormented slave, spending most of his life being horrifically abused by his masters. When God refused to answer his prayers for mercy, Dracula decided to take life into his own hands. Becoming a vicious warlord, Vlad would impale countless thousands in his campaign to conquer all of his enemies, earning the moniker Vlad the Impaler. As he was to be executed, Vlad drank some blood off the grounds of the battlefield, forsaking his humanity and becoming an undead monster of the night.

Count Dracula's reign seemed unending, but eventually his bloody crusade was brought to heel by vampire hunter Abraham Van Hellsing. Respecting the level of strength and resolve that brought him to herl, Dracula swore loyalty to the Hellsing family name, becoming Alucard, the undying enforcer of the Hellsing Organization. A monster who hunts other monsters.

Alucard is quite easily the strongest vampire in the world. Alucard has killed thousands of monsters and millions of people over the course of his hundreds of years of undeath, not helped by Hellsing running experiments on him to make him even stronger. Even by the standards of his series, Alucard is less a vampire or moreso a vampire shaped Lovecraftian nightmare, and the most damning evidence of that is in his shapeshifting.

While Alucard does possess organs like a human does, he's in actuality made of a shadow-like substance that he can morph into any shape he desires. He can freely change his clothes, age, gender, and even sprout extra limbs. And if he encouters a particularly tough or tasty looking foe, he can shapeshift a giant dog monster out of his body, lovingly named Baskerville, to devour his prey whole and alive, keeping their mind, body, and soul trapped inside him forever.

What's more, while regular vampire can regenerate from getting shot to pieces, Alucard's is on a whole nother level. Decapitation, dismemberment, getting shredded with lead, or getting cut clean in half, Alucard comes back from it all. This is because Alucard has something his fellow vampires don't.... the souls of millions of his victims wriggling around inside him. Alucard has personally drank the blood of over 2 million people over the course of his life, absorbing their souls and memories in the process. Whenever Alucard takes a blow that would otherwise kill him, he uses up one of these souls to heal him from whatever did him harm. As such, Alucard in most fights just stands their with a shit eating grin while his opponents helplessly tear into him. He'll grow back whatever you do to him and your souls will replenish his stock just fine when you're done.

Don't think that this means he can't rip into straight back. Alucard carries two massive handcanons longer than the average man's forearm, the .454 Casull and the Jackel, powerful enough to blast any vampire to pieces, while the silver bullets helpfully keep them from regenerating. He's a crack shot with them too, as with his Third Eye ability, he can enhance his senses to the point where he can hit bullseyes a kilometer away and see through any illusions you might cast to distract him. And if you're too far away for even that, Alucard can drag you back into range with telekinesis, which is powerful enough to lift an aircraft carrier out of the ocean and bring him the blood of everyone in London for him to drink. That's right, he drank London.

To compare Alucard to the standard vampire, Zorin Blitz and her armada of cannon fodder vampires once survived an airship crash equivalent to 47 tons of tnt, walking out of the wreckage unscathed. And she's no more powerful than the vampires Alucard slaughters every day.

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Another vampire, Rip Van Winkle, can shoot bullets that can knock Blackbirds out of the sky, moving at Mach 38 to do so. Alucard caught one of her bullets with his teeth.

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Obviously, this awe inspiring power needs to be controlled. As such, Alucard operates under 6 restriction levels. Levels 6 through 4 are for decimating your average, everyday vampires. 3 through 1 are when he starts getting serious, breaking out Baskerville, growing wings, and tearing you to shreds with multiple limbs. He even breaks out the powers he doesn't use that often, casting illusions to deceive his enemies.

Level 0 is for when he wants to end the world.

Upon activating Level 0, Alucard unleashes all of the souls in his arsenal as a sea of blood soaked zombie warriors to destroy everything in their path. If any of those souls happen to have powers, such as the aforementioned Rip Van Winkle, than the get to use them in his name, a true member of the Count's army.

However, while Alucard is at his strongest in this form, it's also his most vulnerable state. Nanely, he can't regenerate from fatal wounds anymore. If one were to destroy his heart in this form, Alucard will die permanently. The man has admitted it himself.

Moreover, Alucard is supremely overconfident, to the point where he often just sits their laughing his ass of as he's torn to shreds. This overconfidence was once exploited by Schrodinger, a, um, Nazi German catboy who exists everywhere simultaneously. That was a sentence.

See, Schrodinger cannot die so long as he can recognize his own existence, as he is simultaneously alive and dead at all times. But, when Alucard inadvertently ate Schrodinger's soul, Schrodinger wasn't able to recognize himself anymore in the sea of souls within Alucard's body, causing Schrodinger, and Alucard by extension, to cease to exist.

Alucard, however, still lived. Even when reduced to absolutely nothing, Alucard was still aware. So, he simply spent the next 30 years killing all the millions of souls inside of him so he could return home to his master's side, undoing his own non-existence and gaining Schrodinger's powers in the process.

The fact that Alucard could survive and kill his other souls even while not existing, implies that even erasing Alucard's entire body entirely might not be enough to bypass his regeneration. If Schrodinger's powers weren't actively keeping him nonexistent, Alucard may be able to come back under his own power from being erased entirely.

Alucard's one true weakness is his longing for death. His biggest dream is that one day, a worthy human warrior will come to end his undeath for good. But, until then, he'll keep slaughtering monsters in his master's name. So, be weary all you who stalk the night, for when Alucard hears your screams, all Hell shall Sing.

Analysis: Wilkins

Jim Henson. One of the greatest artists of our time and indisputably one of the greatest puppeteers to ever live. Before he begain to raise entire generations on Sesame Street and took over the stage with The Muppets, Jim worked in advertising, where he was responsible for the creation of a far more sinister figure.

Wilkins and Wontkins were design to sell, well, Wilkins coffee and as far as puppets go, they’d be far more at home on Sex and Violence than on Sesame Street. Wilkins is a violent sadist who brutally tortures and murders his partner Wontkins for not buying his product, using his supernatural powers and various talents to constantly find new ways to do so. Wilkins is a gifted, sadistic intelligence capable in many fields, coordinated enough to control planes, hot air balloons, and submarines, intelligent enough to build complex machines, and skilled enough to become a sport fencer and fight in World War 2. Wilkins uses these talents in conjunction with his powers to make sure you buy Wilkins Coffee... or else.

Wilkins is strong enough to sink a ship with one hit, durable enough to tank a space ship explosion, and fast enough to dodge fire from a tommy gun, the bullets of whichcan move at speeds up to 285 meters per second. He's constantly powerful enough to beat, stab, and throw Wontkins to his death, who in turn is durable enough to survive the Washington Monument falling in top of him. 81,120,000 kilograms falling from a height of 169.249 meters like that would hit with a kinetic energy of 32 tons of TNT!

And that's by himself, Wilkins comes equipped a wide variety of hammers, guns, and bombs, half of the latter two can completely vaporize Wontkins in one shot. And with his magic, Wilkins can see the future, survive decapitation, telekinetically ragdoll Wontkins, erase people from existence, and even see and talk to ghosts. He can summon nearly anything to aide him jn his torment, from a stampede of horses, to maneating shadow monsters, to even a giant killer whale. He can even summon the CEO to remove his enemy from the plot if the commercial by "firing" them, or summon the hand of fate itself to completely remove you from existence.

Wilkins may predate Jim Henson's most iconic characters, but that makes him no less zany than them. And no less dangerous than them either.

Throwdown Theme:

Throwdown Breakdown:

Well, this is a weird one.

Alucard is easily fast enough to effortlessly dodge anything Wilkins throws out and speed blitz him completely... but he likely won't. Alucard is smug and sadistic and it's against his character to actually dodge anything unless he knows it can counter his healing factor. Which is a problem, as anything that can get past Alucard's healing factor would kill him in one shot here.

As powerful as Wilkins guns, cannons, and bombs are, Alucard can heal from that. He can arguably even heal from being poofed from existence depending on how you interpret the whole Schrodinger thing. But the hand of fate is pretty solidly beyond him. Other summons are a distraction at most, so the question here is will Wilkins use the hand of fate in time?

Because Alucard's guns can likely rip Wilkins to shreds. As they can rip apart people in the level of tanking 46 tons of TNT, and Wilkins is somewhere above 32. Given how much damage they do, Wilkins being able to survive decapitation likely wouldn't be enough to survive a sustained barrage. So he's only got one shot at this.

This is a quick draw... and I don't see Wilkins likely pulling the gun he needs. In all of the commercials that still exist today with Wilkins in them, he's summoned the hand of fate exactly once. He's gotten the CEO directly involved roughly five times and erased someone only three. Out of all the dozens of commercials he's been in. The rest are all bludgeonings, stabbings, or summons Alucard can easily best. Outside of the two, maybe three, things he can do to win instantly, Wilkins best bet is that his other summons would get Alucard pumped up to fight more things, leaving him to goad Wilkins into summoning something stronger. At which point, Wilkins uses the hand of fate to make him go poof.

Outside of those options, the rest of Wilkins roulette wheel of equally in character options would leave Alucard woefully unimpressed, prompting the vampire to blow him away without a second thought. Wilkins telekinesis is much weaker than Alucard's, so nothing there, and the rest he can just heal through.

The ironic thing about this being a quick draw contest is that the winner is never going to realize how big a threat the loser was for him. If Wilkins wins, he'd go on likely not realizing Alucard was a monster of any kind at all. And when Alucard wins, he's going to walk away huffing at this being a waste of his time.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Alucard!