#momento-mori-babe

[iinryer]

what did he dooooo??? (eddie’s no good very bad decision for the wip game pls!)

answering both of these at once because I don’t have much more than the outline for this one (@gayeddieagenda asking as if they weren’t around for the dramatic inception of it gjfhdhf). this is the one i have also referred to as “the evil fic”… NO ONE IS EVIL IN IT, ITS JUST ME WHO IS EVIL.

the basic concept is what if eddie blows up his life because he wants to be happy, fighting era 2.0 where he’s still self destructing but he thinks he’s being more responsible about it bc he’s physically safer :’) unfortunately, he is still emotionally hurting himself :’) i feel like I need to reiterate that i started working on this before the kim plot gfjdfhdh eddie will blow up his life in every universe <3

i don’t want to give away too much bc im still working it out myself, but it will involve muay thai bc i will always be self indulgent about combat sports.

eddie is chasing happiness that he feels like is Always out of his reach and, unfortunately, misdirects that frustration/wanting…

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Eddie’s afraid to see disgust or rage on Tommy’s face. He doesn’t let himself look away, though, prepared to accept what punishment he’s given—but all he sees is shock. Shock that bleeds inch by inch into awful, heartbreaking devastation.

“Eddie,” there’s a tremor in his name. Eddie’s never heard Tommy sound anything less than perfectly composed. But his voice is wrecked, and it cracks as he continues lowly, “I think you need to leave,”

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ask me about me wips!

[bettygemma]

It's memento freaking mori

[itsyourstarboy]

°·★Assigning Songs to my Redacted Listener OCs★·°

@konnorhasapen I wanted to do this too :3 I will gladly take any opportunity to talk about my ocs

(Any characters not included are only missing because I have yet to make an oc for them)

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Rose (Darlin) — I Am Not a Robot by MARINA

Jay (Freelancer) — The Stand by Mother Mother

Harper (Cutie) — Rule #21 - Momento Mori by Fish in a Birdcage

Esme (Love) — Haze by Tessa Violet

Cheshire (Sweetheart) — NDA by Billie Eilish

Pixie (Babe) — Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

Jesse (Angel) — Backyard Boy by Claire Risinkranz

Charlie (Lovely) — Buttercup by Jack Stauber

AK (Honey) — Dancing in My Room by 347aiden

Chip (Starlight) — Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

Valentine (Smartass) — Hermit the Frog by MARINA

Azzy (Warden) — Angels by Vicetone

Halo (Sunshine) — Dandelions by Ruth B.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

This was fun to do! Aaaaand also took me a lot longer to do than it probably should have 😅

[st-agatha-city]

Babe wake up new St. Agatha immersive ambient mixes just dropped.

[cinnamon-stccs]

Happy New Years to some of my favorites:

@jaelynn-is-slightly-confused bro you’re my entire rock. You help me so much by just sticking around and you light up my day.

@veel556 literally so funny. Criminally so. You make me smile literally all the time. bless 🤧

@chaoticlovingdreamer see you soon bitch. ✌️ I love the way you love things. Seeing you happy is like crack cocaine.

@lizard-uwu How are we even friends you’re so poggers- 🥺 thanks for sticking around even tho we’re very different. (Still trying to find you a moss ball.)

@bennycircles honk honk clown boy. 🤡

@jack-the-queer THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MUTUAL YOURE SO COOL I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH WOW 💖💓💕💖💓💕💓💖

@bbykutos THANKS FOR BEING MY FRIEND WHO IS WILLING TO TALK TO ME ABOUT ANIME 🤧

@ohyes-abovethefold I see you in my notes. I’m sorry we’ve never really talked but thank you 🙏

@thatsrichhhh I also see you in my notes a lot! I wish we talked more because you seem really cool. Happy New Years. :)

@wannabecowboypunk thanks for trusting me and checkin in on me. ☺️💖 here’s to next year babes. ✌️ ILYSM 💕💖💓💕💖

(SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU IF YOU DIDNT WANT A TAG OR FOR TAGGING THE WRONG PERSON! MY MUTUALS CHANGE @‘s A LOT 👉👈😔)

(Sorry for not tagging you on accident, too :()

THANK YOU FOR 60 FOLLOWERS WHY DO YALL HANG AROUND LOL-

HAPPY NEW YEAR BABES! HERES TO NEXT YEAR!🌜🥂🌛

[perfectpasta]

Been trying to come up with a joke about these guys, but I was trying too hard.

[thatwritingho]

Post a spicy momento mori wip? As a treat?🥺

Ask and ye shall receive, anon.

This has been collecting dust in my drafts for a while, and is unedited and barely formatted, but I think it’s sufficiently spicy.😉

What do you guys think?

Warnings below the cut!

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, anal, spanking, mild godklok powers

"Please let me cum, please please please."

Pickles barked out a laugh, fingers leaving her clit right as she needed them most, smacking her ass hard enough to make her jolt, Olive whining as she lay face down across his lap.

"After ya teased me like dat all fuckin' day? No way, babe. No fuckin' way."

Olive squirmed as her orgasm died, aching deep with the loss as she was drawn back from the precipice without sweet release. She felt a hand on each of her cheeks, spreading her wide for a better view, could feel dreads tickle against her skin as he leaned closer. She gasped as Pickles spit onto her asshole, a finger following to poke and prod at the ring of muscle, making her squirm and whine as it pressed into her.

"Yeah, ya like when I play with dis tight little ass, don't ya baby?"

She mumbled an mmhm, flushing hard with embarassment at her exposed position, gripping the sheet of the bed in one hand as the spit began to dry out, his finger dragging painfully against her insides as he pulled out and making her tremble. 

Giving another smack to her ass, Olive could hear Pickles' grin with his next words.

"Get the lube, slut."

Eager to follow his command, excited for the way this was headed, Olive was quick to stand on shaky legs and step towards her side table, but Pickles' voice stopped her in her tracks, turning to him with wide eyes at his next order.

"No. Crawl."

Gulping, she felt her face heat ferociously, blood pumping hot through her veins, the gaze of those pretty green eyes so heavy on her that she dropped to the ground without hesitation, Pickles grinning wide as she made her way on hands and knees to retrieve the bottle from the drawer, placing it between her teeth to carry it back. 

Once in front of him, she glanced up, opening her mouth to drop the bottle into his outstretched, waiting hand. As she stared up at Pickles from her place on her knees at his feet, a fresh wave of arousal pulsed through her, nerves firing off tingles down her limbs. She felt warm and flushed all over, almost feverish as that strange, familiar sensation that she felt with all the boys during their most intimate of shared moments overcame her once more - that urge to to obey, to worship, to do anything he wanted no matter the cost. The tug was strong and tempting; strange, but not unwanted, and Olive, trusting Pickles as she did, allowed herself be drawn into that pull. 

Those pretty dark eyes of hers were gazing up at him with such pure, unadulterated adoration, such ardent fervor, and Pickles smirked, high on both the drugs pumping through his system and the control she so willingly, eagerly gifted him. Running a hand over her cheek and caressing her flushed skin, he whispered out a good girl, letting his touch trail lower, tickling over her throat.

"Such a good girl fer me, baby."

Squeezing softly on the sides of her throat, Pickles leaned forward, towering over her in their position, silently compelling her to maintain eye contact though she felt the natural urge to look away under his intense gaze.

"Say it. Say yer a good girl."

Swallowing hard, embarrassment flooded her system, but Olive managed to find her voice, shaky and breathy as the words left her lips.

"I'm your good girl."

[cafeconbrujeria]

also tho rosaries are cool. is there anything more goth than a good rosary? my first yoga teacher is this beautiful goth babe decked out in skull tats, MOMENTO MORI on one wrist, and she’s Middle Eastern but she specifically converted to Catholicism for the #aesthetic and just keeps on doing her own flavor of witchcraft and every so often i see a nice rosary or whatever and I’m like, damn. Yoga Goth Coven Leader Was Right.

[alwaysabeautifullife]

Making some momento mori scapulars which most definitely isn’t Advent mood but is 2020 VIBE

I’m thinking of making some lil baby Jesus scapulars as well but getting Jesus to look like a cute chubby babe with thread on an area smaller than a penny is a challenge.

It shall be done in time tho because GOD GOTTA BE WILLIN’ IT

[zangothedino-blog-blog]

Dissecting these lyrics.

So uh "Spoilers" for royal and i guess the OVA too? this song plays at one of your "outings" with Akechi.

The context is what has spoilers nothing else does unless you havent learned everything about akechi in p5 which case idk why youd start reading this if you cared about spoilers:

((You and akechi together at a jazz bar that Goro says he frequents and considers a special place for him, you tell him your backstory and about Leblanc.

He states he's envious of your situation and compliments you on your ability to cook.

He states that you're the first person he's ever brought to the jazz club mentioning that he supposes it might show they have some strange connection.))

The lyrics to the song itself are from the Goro akechis perspective.

[]People come and they go

[]Some people may stay with you though

[]I am all alone tonight and I kept on

[]Asking myself questions

[So this is a simple set up the song itself. akechi is self-reflecting, positing the nature of having friends.

"all alone tonight" is interesting in the context in that he's quite literally spending the night with Akira but he's not being true to himself so this, in turn, makes him alone. this odd state of being with someone but not *being* moves akechi to reflect on himself.]

[]Conceited I was at a time

[]I never really doubted myself

[]But tonight got me thinking about it all

[]If I am the fool or whatnot

[akechi is conceited but confident in himself.

however being with someone like Akira has him really considering his approach whether or not he's being a fool, A "fool" though has a lot more meaning than just being foolish as its probably evoking the fool card:

the Fool Arcana

The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.

upright:

Beginnings, Spontaneity, Originality, Innocence, Leap of faith

reversed:

Naivety, Poor judgment, Folly, Lack of direction, Stupidity, Chaos

the fool is assigned to Loki in persona 3 and is the ultimate form of the fool in persona 4

The player is also the fool arcana along with arcene (as it is in p3 and 4)]

[]I do not

[]Regret with my choices I'm rather proud

[]Ooh yet I know I won't change

[]Anything

[]Because I can only be me so

[So this feeds back into another statement I have about akechi not really regretting the murders or any of his actions really.

Akechi did what he did in full knowledge and capacity of himself and its why he reacts so poorly to concepts of pity and mercy.

His actions were driven by his being and in some regard are one and the same. so when people pity him or give him mercy or retract his involvement or undermine his agency in regards to that he takes it as an inherent disrespect to his personhood.]

[]How can I be so sure?

[]At a crossroads, I'm afraid too

[]But I can't let fear get the best of me

[]Someone once said burn my dread, babe

[God this fucking section is so good.

akechi questions if he truly has the conviction to kill Joker

he's afraid too, afraid of dying, afraid of losing what is the most tangible connection he's had to this world outside of his revenge for his father.

But he can't let his desires for this connection to sway who he is and what he is going to do.

"Someone once said burn my dread babe."

this reference, this reference is exceptional and adds this heartbreaking edge to jokers execution.

p3s opening theme " burn my dread" which states the thesis of P3 "memento mori". remembering that death is inevitable and that disconnecting yourself from things that bind you to a fear of death can free you.

"Memento Mori. Remember you will die. Remember your death."

this line is in my interpretation is Goro akechi rationalizing killing joker as a kind of weird momento mori. akechi is on a death path and killing joker was a means of freeing him from a fear of death or more importantly a fear of loss. 

garnering control over his own emotions and desires to be alive or to be with joker, a necessary step to boldening his convictions to enact revenge and retributions on shido.

To burn your dread, to remove your fears, to free yourself. 

Akira being a memento mori for akechi is why your bond with him grows once he fucking kills you. 

Akira becomes a reminder of everything akechi has to lose if he fails in seeking revenge.

Also, side note the ", babe." could infer that akechi is maybe referring to Akira?]

[]Who knows what tomorrow holds?

[]Just wanna live my life the way I want

[]What fills up my soul is passionate

[]Music that makes me want to sing

[Pulling from momento mori the idea that life is fleeting that goro must live his life in this pursuit of passion.

the passion to seek revenge on his father enacting this perfect divine punishment.

The power to kill and free himself from that which holds him back and challenges who he is.

Akechi must fill himself with this music, this song.

Akechi must truly exist as himself.]

[]My story will be starring me just like yours ooh ooh

[]Who knows when will it end

[]What matters most is how you bring joy to life so 

[Goro akechi is also a protagonist he's a wild card just like all the protagonists

Goro is aware of this he understands that they're truly at an impasse

in finality to Akechi's short lament, he re-enters the present situation, his time with Akira.

he doesn't know when he'll have to end Akira when anything he is will come to fruition or when he'll die.

But he knows, for now, he can take respite in what joy, as simple and fleeting they are, he can find in his relationship with Akira and what he can give in return.]

Even the title of the song:

[]"No more what ifs"

it brings to mind akechis conflicting desire to have things go differently but his rejection in believing in falsehoods and staying faithful to himself and his truths.

[]"under different circumstances, we could have been great rivals or even friends" 

[]"I wonder why we couldn't have met a few years earlier..."

[sheshopelesse]

one flesh, one end, bitch a gideon the ninth fanmix

[[here on spotify]] total runtime: 76 minutes

track list & excerpted lyrics below the cut

(say it, loser)

future legend  ♕  david bowie This ain't rock and roll! This is genocide!

pretty waste  ♕  bones uk What a waste of a pretty face That face, what a waste, that face

Will you want me when I'm old and dead?

bitter rivals  ♕  sleigh bells You are my bitter rival But I need you for survival

throne  ♕  saint mesa You hate my bad behavior You cut my loosened tongue You play the part of savior I watch you come undone

baby i’m dead inside  ♕  kopps Oh shit, it's complicated I do this every time True love is overrated Baby, I'm dead inside

hollow moon  ♕  awolnation I'm-a make a deal with the bad wolf So the bad wolf don’t bite no more

the wolf  ♕  siames 'Cause you can run but you can’t hide I’m gonna make you mine

tempt my trouble  ♕  bishop briggs But we're not friends And we're not lovers We're just trouble

hit and run  ♕  lolo Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run

chess  ♕  zand Hey, how's it going, babe? I heard you got more underneath than you are showing, babe Oh, you birthed a new lie? I've been waiting on a fresh one since the last one died

out alive  ♕  kesha No one’s getting out alive

show you what i can do  ♕  royal teeth We can't play it safe this time Monsters living in the daylight Is it real or a disguise? I'm not afraid of the dark side I've been looking for the right— I've been looking for the right time to show you To show you what I can do

blood on our hands  ♕  kngdavd So walk with me and you will see That your enemy may be your remedy

We all got blood on our hands But we still got hope in our soul Ooh, heads gonna roll

hi  ♕  psapp Hello — Get out the abacus and count this A funny story with a dark twist The target so big that you can't miss — Me

Composing — And every page I turn I want more I never know the next thing in store 'Cause you excite me like a locked door — Does

momento mori  ♕  dessa The prettiest girl in the room stood Collected her things Fastened her coat up Around her fine throat And though you didn’t notice there For just one moment, well I was the prettiest woman with you

eat raw meat = blood drool  ♕  editors I don't wanna be ignored, oh god When I'm a gun in a fistfight You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat Your blood drool attracts the flies

back to life  ♕  mother mother And if I died in the middle of a frozen night Would you be alright, would you feel alright if I Died in the middle of your paradise Would you change your mind Would you bring me back to life

skeletone  ♕  bones uk Christ alive, feast your eyes on a pretty bit of bone It's such a pretty bit of bone Such a nice skeletone

na na na  ♕  my chemical romance (Na, na na na, na na na) Make no apology (Na, na na na, na na na) It's death or victory (Na, na na na, na na na) On my authority Crash and burn, young and loaded

stop that train  ♕  awolnation For you I'd jump in front of a train I'd lay in front of a bus For you I'd jump in front of a train Forever my companion

Stop that train! Stop that train! Stop that train! (I wanna get off!)

rule number one  ♕  sleigh bells Two tornadoes touch down in Kansas Instinct takes over, instinct commands us Mostly okay, but I'm bleeding profusely Mostly okay, but only on Tuesdays

arms tonite  ♕  mother mother I fell in your arms tonight I fell hard in your arms tonight It was nice And hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute That I died right inside your arms tonight That I'm fine even after I have died Because it was in your arms I died

[paula-of-christ]

This journal came out last year [2019] for lent but I think I'm going to use it this year. Momento mori babes

[askjonfreeman]

availability -- http://fav.me/dcagxum

they can provide some short-lived companionship ... or just kill ya. I dunno, they're ghosts. they'll do whatever they want to. - Margy Justin, was an office worker, all too familiar with the daily grind - Delorse Danford, a teacher known for her infamous summer retreats - Kalyn Anderson, a work at home housekeeper with a knack for keeping guests entertained - Lasonya Anderson, a beach babe who knows all the secluded retreats in the area - Tuyet Diers, momento mori was her motto and still is - Trista Kellems, unlike the others, her massage parlor was a front for less-than-pleasant interrogations ====== CONVENIENT REVIEW ON HOW THIS WORKS PLEASE REVIEW AS I RUN DOPTS SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT THAN OTHER ARTISTS - these are bust previews, yay - the transaction is clean hands, no fuss no muss, feel free to ask if you have further questions - There are two pricing options ... - $25 lands you the adoptable as is (full rights to character and etc)      - the preview drawing will be colored after purchase      - I'll be willing to give advice on how to mesh this with your other characters, but only after you do some legwork on implementing them into your cast - $50 lands you the chibi and bust sketch preview together      - whatever component is missing from the set (bust sketch or chibi) to be done later - $60 lands you the adoptable and you also get a full body drawing of the character      - again, the bust preview will be colored after purchase, as well as full rights and such      (note, this will be placed on the following schedule --> fav.me/da5v3im ) - $80 lands you all 3: chibi, bust sketch, and full body - IF, by chance, someone else adopts the adoptable you wanted you can get a SIMILAR one for $25  - to clarify further, the new character will be a new character, but with enough changes to be a new character (i.e. Ryu and Ken are similar)      - do note this is a courtesy offer as sets sometimes sell out on day 1, please be respectful  - One other footnote: if you want a character "but with some changes" I would count that as a similar dopt - ALSO, Patrons have first dibs during the first day (that is, until I wake up the day after posting)  - everyone else can place second dibs VIA NOTE, and will be rewarded the character if no patrons claim them  - Please don't passive aggressively say "I SURE HOPE NOBODY ADOPTS THIS CHARACTER" in the comment section      - I consider that badgering patrons and it will result in warnings (and permabans if you're a whiner about it)

[thatwritingho]

Momento Mori

Chapter 1

Charles Foster Offdensen was a man who was devoted to his work. His main job was to keep the members of Dethklok safe and healthy, which is why he had called this meeting today.

Yes, his job was to keep them safe and healthy, whether they liked it or not.

And he was sure they were not going to like this.

Taking a deep breath, he cast a glance to each member, all in various states of distraction, with little regard for whatever it was he had to say, as per usual. He cleared his throat and prepared himself for the push back he was going to get. But it was for the best, for their safety and prolonged health, so he would grit his teeth and argue his point until they agreed.

"Alright, gentleman, given the, ah, recent events," his eyes flashed over to Nathan, who had only recently recovered from his liver transplant, "I think it would be prudent to, ah, be more aware and prepared as far as each of your health is concerned."

"So you, uh.. want us to to like, get more checkups and stuff?"

"Well, yes, Nathan, but ah, I was thinking something a bit more drastic than that is necessary."

He took another deep breath, bracing himself for their complaints.

"It would be in all of your best interests if we were to have a, ah, doctor with you. At all times."

Five pair of eyes shot to him in disbelief, mouths dropping and brows furrowing in confusion and growing anger.

"A doctor! For fucksh shakesch"

"Followin us all deh time? Like a damn babysitter or somthin?"

"We donts needs that!"

"Ja, we donts needs no babysitters like some small tiny babies what's cant takes care of himselves!"

Charles closed his eyes, taking another breath.

"Look, I know you guys don't think its necessary, but what if something were to happen to one of you, like what happened to Nathan, and you were somewhere where you couldn't see a doctor immediately? What if one of you were to suffer serious bodily damage and end up unable to play? It's best for us to play on the safe side of things."

They were all giving him skeptical looks, and seemed ready to burst into more protests.

"I'll let you pick who it is, and you won't even know they're there. You'll be free to continue doing whatever you want, I'll make sure they just stay on the sidelines and monitor, only interfering if its absolute necessary. Can you all at least agree to try it for a while?"

He was met with various grunts and groans, until Nathan spoke up.

"Fine, but it can't be some regular jack off like our other doctors. Someone really badass. Like uh, what are those people called? The ones who cut open dead people? And like pull out all their organs and stuff?"

Charles sighed.

"You mean a mortician? You want someone who works on corpses to be your primary care doctor?"

"Yeh, that'd be preetty sweet" Pickles chimed in. "Someone that's not gonna be a douche bag aboot, ya know, drinking and drugs and stuff too. They gotta be cool."

"Ya, can we gets a pretties ladys doctor whats cans take cares of us?" Toki stared off dreamily at the thought.

"Yeah! If we have to have schomeone around all the time, it can at leascht be a hot babe!" Murderface exclaimed, and the rest of the group piped in their approval. "And schesch gotta have a good schensche of humor too!"

"Ja, someone whats cans makes us laughs and whos cans pals around withs us," Skwisgaar agreed, fingers never ceasing gliding over his guitar.

"Alright, let me get this straight," Charles couldn't let the conversation diverge any further into the land of ridiculous requests, "you want me to find a, ah, attractive, funny, cool, female mortician? One who is qualified and capable of taking care of all five of you and your medical needs at all times? You do realize how unlikely it is that a person like that exists?"

"Well, you heard us. That's, uh.. that's what we want. If you can't find us someone who meets our, uh, requirements, you can forget about this whole stupid thing."

Nathan's words were said with a sense of finality, and Charles knew there was no way around it. If this is what it took, he would do his damndest to make it happen, to make Dethklok happy.

"Very well. I'll look into it."

He'd find a way. He always did.

.

"Well I'll be damned."

Charles took a sip of his bourbon, eyes scanning the monitor in front of him, nearly in disbelief at his discovery. There actually did exist a person who met Dethklok's ridiculous qualifications for a personal doctor, at least on paper. She looked promising, very promising, and he read over her file once more.

Born as a twin to a Mexican mother and Korean father, the first few years of her life seemed to be normal, until tragedy had struck in the form of a terrible house fire, leaving only her and her sister as survivors. They spent the next two years bouncing around to different foster homes, and had eventually been adopted by the illustrious billionaire Alastair Axworthy, the very Alastair Axworthy who's breakthroughs in the field of robotic prosthetics and androids had made possible Dick Knubbler's eye replacements and Dr. Twinkletits' new arms.

Charles had never met the man, but had heard he was eccentric to a fault, and it was rumored he adopted only the most intelligent children he could find, almost as more of a collection than out of a sense of philanthropy. From the looks of the rest of her file, she was no exception. Winner of the World Junior Chess Championship at only 11 years old, perfect scores across the board on all standardized tests, valedictorian of her graduating class of which she was the youngest at only 16, fluent in Spanish, Korean, Japanese, French, and German, holder of a Mensa card.

She had attended Columbia University's Vagelos College of Physicians and Surgeons, and speed tracked her courses there, graduating with full honors in half the time of a typical student. After that, there was little information on her until she began working in the morgue at a rather unremarkable hospital in New York City. It was intriguing, that drop in ambition, and Charles hoped to capitalize on that, knowing anyone would jump at the chance to work for Dethklok, but especially if there was as sizable a pay difference as there would be for her.

Scrolling further down, he glanced over her criminal record; underage drinking, a couple DUIs, a marijuana charge. Normally these would turn him off to a potential employee, but in this case, it was a bonus. Hopefully this meant she could better handle the parties and excessive drug use and drinking episodes the band would no doubt drag her along on.

And lastly, her picture. She was young still, at least by doctor standards, at only 27 years old, and fairly pretty. Tan skin, round face, dark eyes, pouty lips, multiple piercings in her visible ear, and hair styled into a long, curly, pastel pink mohawk.

"Olive Axworthy..." Charles took another sip of his bourbon, "I can't wait to meet you."

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I actually started and finished a chapter! Unbelievable, I know. Next one will probably(hopefully) be up tomorrow. Also uploading on AO3 and ff.net

[thatwritingho]

Momento Mori

Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

“So, how are you boys feeling about Olive? Any, ah, thoughts? Concerns?”

The band had reconvened in the meeting room after the spur of the moment autopsy demonstration(there was, luckily, always a dead body on hand at Mordhaus, what with the employee death rate), Olive having been dismissed for the remainder of the day to finish settling in, set to start her duties the following day.

“I dunno, dood, I mean, she seems kinda fahked in the head a bit,” Pickles was the first to comment as he popped the cap to a fresh beer, recalling how she had enthusiastically prattled on about different diseases and birth defects that were possible in each organ as she had removed it, “but in like, y'know, a good way.”

“Yeah, I’m, uh, pretty sure people aren’t supposed to be, like, that happy when talking about flesh eating viruses,” Nathan took a swig from his own beer as the rest of the band nodded in agreement. “But uh… watching her slice that guy open? That was, uh, pretty fucking brutal. And really hot.”

Murdeface crossed his arms and reclined back in his seat, eyeing all his bandmates before staring down Charles.

“Schure, schesch a babe and all, but isch sche really good enough to be the doctor for Dethklok? I mean, we’re talkin our health here, guysch! What'sch more important than that?”

Pickles scoffed at Murderace’s attempt to be devil’s advocate, giving him a skeptical sideways glance.

“Dood, since when do yeh care aboot bean’ healthy?”

“Ya, Moidaface! Yous just wants to bes a dick!” Toki glanced to Charles, nodding his head. “I likes her, I thinks she should stays.”

“Thank you, Toki.” The bespectacled man cleared his throat, “I can, ah, assure you, Murderface, that she is more than qualified for this position. I did screen her myself, after all. Her capabilities are on par with anyone else I would have considered, but she is the only one who met all of your, ah, selected criteria.”

“Yeh mean shes da only one who wasn’t some crusty old dood like our other dahctors?”

“Yes, Pickles, precisely,” Charles’ attention turned to the blonde busily plucking away at his guitar, the only one who had yet to provide any feedback. “Ah, Skwisgaar, anything to say? About Olive?”

“Ja, I woulds do hers, evens if she ams creepys.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Charles could only sigh as the conversation quickly devolved into Skwisgaar and Nathan discussing the do-ability of his newest hire.

“That’s, ah, not what I meant. At all. But I would like to go ahead and ask that all of you refrain from any attempt at a physical or romantic relationship with her, since she is your, ah, employee. It would make for a difficult sexual harrassment case, were anything to go sour, and we can all agree that we don’t need another one of those? Yes?”

Charles knew the disgruntled, grumbled agreements from around the room were the only affirmation he would receive.

“Alright then. Since we are, ah, all in agreement, I shall have her follow through with the two week trial as planned, and then you can make your final decision. In the mean time, I would like for her to conduct a routine physical exam on each of you to learn all of your, ah, various health conditions.”

“What!? A fuckin check up!? Didn’t we juscht have one of thosche?”

“Well, Murderface, that was, ah, last year. An annual physical is crucial for prevention of the onset of illnesses. And as I said, she needs to familiarize herself with your, ah, your… bodies.”

The immature snickering around the table at his last sentence was expected, as was Muderface’s continued outbursts.

“Scho we’re gonna have to take our clothesch off and get poked and prodded by thisch chick? And you exschpect us to not even fuck her? Isch sche gonna schtick her finger up our asschesch too?!”

“Pfft, like she woulds evens thinks about fuckings you, Moidaface.”

“Yeah, I uh, feel bad for her, y’know, having to see him naked and all. It’ll, uh, probably blind her. Scar her for life or… something.”

The bassist stood abruptly at the taunting, chair screeching back as he threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Fuck thisch!”

“Murderface, please sit down” Charle’s took a moment to close his eyes and inhale deeply through his nose as Murdeface plopped back down in his seat with a scowl. “I hired her to be the band physician, remember? What else did you expect if not a typical examination? Regardless, I have, ah, other matters to attend to. Any other questions or comments? No? Excellent.”

Charles made for the door quickly, but turned back around and addressed the room before exiting fully, “And, ah, everyone, please be sober for your physicals tomorrow, ok?”

He knew it was a pointless request, as confirmed by their halfhearted agreements, but at least he could say he tried.

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Ohmygod ohmygod ohmyGOD

The formidable wooden door to her temporary housing closed heavily behind Olive, and she leaned back against the hard wood to kept herself upright, heart pounding in her chest as she finally let herself be overcome by the pure, raw emotions she had kept at bay for the past few hours, a ridiculous squeal bubbling forth from her throat as she smiled a big, jaw-achingly large smile.

“Holy SHIT!”

With that exclamation, she hurriedly kicked off her heels and propelled herself onto the plush mattress, latching onto a pillow and burying her face in the fluff to muffle her thrilled screeching, feet kicking childishly in an attempt to relieve the tension caused by excitement-fueled adrenaline coursing through her body.

Once thoroughly satisfied with the amount of emotion released, she surfaced from the pillow for air, face red and hair wildly askew, and snatched her phone, sitting up to type a brief message to her twin sister, telling her of the good news and promising a more detailed phone call later that night, not trusting herself to be able to form coherent enough sentences to hold a conversation at the moment. Despite this, she was still bursting with the need to talk to someone out loud to organize her thoughts, and so turned to the only other being in the room, who was currently curled up and napping under his wooden tunnel.

“Sorry to wake you, Apophis, but I have to tell you about this!”

Said reptile lazy curled itself around her arm as she held the appendage in front of her, flat head resting on the back of her hand as he blinked slowly, paying as much attention as a snake could.

“I don’t even know where to start, they were so much better in person than I could have imagined! Fuck! They’re all so so cool, so beautiful, too! And Murrderface and Skwisgaar were totally checking me out, can you believe it? Oh my god, you were right about picking out this outfit, man. And they wanted me to do an autopsy for them! God, you should’ve been there, their faces when I made the Y incision were fucking priceless, like they didn’t think I’d actually be able to do it. Fuckers. Nathan seemed really into it, though, I think he said in an interview once that his favorite subject in school was, like, frog dissection or something fucked up like that.”

Sucking in a big breath after her long winded jabbering, a concerned look crossed her face as the long bodied creature shifted, raising its head to stare at her from eye level.

“Oh! Don’t worry, they don’t dissect snakes in school, just frogs. I’d never let anyone hurt you anyway, you know that.”

Seemingly abated, he settled back down, once more relaxing against her hand.

“Man, dude, there’s no way I can focus enough to unpack, damn. I’m supposed to give them my first physical exams tomorrow. I’m so nervous, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. What if I fuck up? What if they fire me before I even get a chance to know them? Oh my god why did I think I could do this?”

Her audience merely flicked his tongue at her in annoyance.

“Yeah, you’re right, man. Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens. I’ll be fine. It’s fine. I’m fine. Totally fine. The finest I’ve ever been. Yep”

The nervous laugh following her attempt at self assurance would have made Apophis roll his eyes, if such a thing were possible for a snake to do.

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“Dude, are you drunk? Seriously?”

Olive, clad in your stereotypical white lab coat over a simple form fitting black dress, clipboard in hand, stared in disbelief at the massive front man sitting before her on the exam chair.

“Uh… I mean, I only had a, uh, a couple of beers. Not uh, not enough to get me drunk, or… anything.”

Dark eyes could only blink at him incredulously.

“Man, I can smell the alcohol on your breath from here, and it’s not just beer.”

Nathan at least had the decency to look a bit sheepish at that, averting his eyes to stare at one of the many anatomical diagrams on the wall.

“I, uh.. I didn’t think it would matter.”

The newly appointed physician could only sigh.

Damn he looks adorable.

“It’s ok. We can just, um, try this again tomorrow. But no drinking before, ok? I mean it. I can’t get proper readings while you’re intoxicated, yeah?”

A deep grunt was his only reply as he hopped to the floor, boots thudding loudly from the impact, silky hair flowing around his shoulders. As he strode past her for the door, Olive couldn’t help but shudder a bit at how much bigger he was than her, his broad frame casting a large shadow over her own small one, a shiver going down her spine at his deep voice when he mumbled a half assed “sorry” before slamming the door shut behind him.

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There was only one word for the look Skwisgaar Skwigelf was leveling her with right now; dangerous.

“How’s does yous wants me, doctor?”

She had wondered for years, about how women could keep throwing themselves at this man, keep having his love children when they knew there was no hope for anything more than meaningless sex with someone probably riddled with STDs, destined to be a soon forgotten face among the hundreds of other who had fallen victim to his charms.

But that look. Like he wanted to devour her, make her fully and wholly his, devote his entire being to pleasuring her and only her. The way his voice dropped and sent chills down her spine when he spoke her title. It was a pull unlike any attraction she had experienced before.

Fucking hell. I get it now.

The blonde was standing just slightly closer than would be considered appropriate, towering over her, leaning forward slightly as he waited for instruction, a knowing smile curling onto his face as Olive cleared her throat and looked away.

Damn him.

“Just, um, on the exam chair, and take your shirt and pants off.”

He leaned back from from her and sauntered away, stretching his long arms above his head as he removed his shirt, making a show of it as he carelessly tossed the article of clothing on a nearby chair, glancing back at her over his shoulder as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop as he hopped up.

Oh, you motherfucker. I’m not that easy.

Victory was claimed as hers when the obnoxiously attractive smirk fell from his face, replaced by an annoyed pout at her next words as she tapped her pen on the clipboard.

“So. Let’s talk about your rather extenisive history of STDs.”

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“No fuckin way. You can kissch my assch if you think I’m gonna strip for you so you can jab at me like that schtiff from yeschterday.”

Olive sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Man, come on, seriously, you have to take your shirt off for me to do this right.”

Murderface crossed his arms protectively over his chest, turning his nose up and looking away childishly with a small ‘hmph.’

“Look, I’m not going to slice you open. You gotta at least take me on a date first before I’ll go that far with you.”

The brunette turned to her fully and raised his lip in an attempt at distaste, which was overthrow as he failed to fight off a smile at her lame joke, a soft pink blush creeping on his cheeks at the implication.

“Fine. But juscht don’t try any funny sctuff, or I’ll kick your assch.”

Her snicker made his face redden deeper.

“Noted.”

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The scars greeting her from Toki’s bare back were alarming, to say the least. But they were old, multiple years old, the skin long healed and morphed into a pale off white, with only a few remaining a light, almost imperceptible pink. He was tense and silent, breathing shallowly, probably waiting for her to ask, but she wasn’t going to.

No need to bring up bad memories. Just get the basics without being direct.

“Have you had any surgeries or broken bones in your life?”

“No skurgeries, buts a fews bones breaks when I was littles.”

“Were you medically treated for them? Did they heal properly? Ever have any pain in those areas, like when the weather changes?”

“Um, sometimes, whens it about to starts raingings. Deys ache.”

Olive nodded, scribbling the info down on his chart in her messy handwriting, not missing how he avoided the first two questions.

“Alright, you can get dressed, I think I got everything I needed.”

The guitarist exhaled a slightly uneven breath, muscles relaxing as he yanked his shirt back on, shooting the woman before him a thankful look and settling back on the exam chair.

“You’re in the best shape of anyone else I’ve seen so far, man. Keep it up.”

One congratulatory pat on the shoulder later and Toki was exiting the room, yelling to someone in the waiting area as he walked out that he was better than them.

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A long, weary sigh snuck it’s way past Olive’s lips as she waited for her last patient of the day to arrive, mulling over her previous interactions with the band.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

“Long day, huh?”

Chuckling tiredly, she turned to greet the redhead as he meandered in, bee lining for the exam chair and hoisting himself up without being asked, settling at the very edge of the cushion.

“Yeah, man, just a bit.”

Green eyes sparkled at her in amusement, pierced brow raising as he began to tap out a light beat with his feet, elbows resting on his knees.

“Yehp, the other guys can be real douchebags aboot this stuff. Hope dey didn’t give yeh too much trouble?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” the response was automatic and half-hearted as she scribbled a note about his fidgeting on the clipboard in hand.

“Dat so?”

She looked up at that and immediately regretted it. There was that damned side grin of his again.

“Y- yeah.”

Oh my god did I just fucking stutter?

It took all she had for her newly weak knees to not give out under her as he gave her a wink.

“Atta girl.”

This man is going to be the death of me.

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Lots of dialogue in this, hope I didn’t ruin it. Comments are my life blood!