#self-inflicted dismemberment

[kellanved-ammanas]

The Gunslinger

Summary: Engie's finished making his fancy new mechanical hand. Now all he's gotta do is get ready to attach it to himself.

Upon seeing more stuff reminding me of the fanon idea that Engie cut his own hand off in order to equip the gunslinger I was filled with a sudden mighty need to write that happening. Strong enough that I wrote during my end of the year break from creating stuff. I didn't have a mighty need to edit it though which is why it's going up now. Also, Spy got added in as bonus at the end just for fun because I ship it and because someone needed to at least lightly scold Engie for this.

Probably unnecessary given teh summary and author's note but CONTENT WARNING for self-inflicted dismemberment and breaking bones.

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Perhaps waiting for Medic to return to base before doing this in case things went bad would be wise. Assuming Medic wouldn’t stop him anyway, which was possible because Medic was far from a normal medical practitioner, but uncertain and thus Engie would rather do it by himself. Besides, if things ended up going too, too badly, he’d turned Respawn on so it’d be fine regardless. Though, likely, that would mean having to redo the whole thing which wouldn’t be fun. He was fairly confident he knew what he was doing well enough that that safety measure wouldn’t have to come into play though so onward he would forge.

His work bench, raised to a comfortable height, already had everything he would need laid out on it. He double checked it anyway though before making sure his workshop’s door was locked as well – the last thing he needed or wanted was someone coming in on him in the middle of this. Upon returning to the table, he was tempted to triple or even quadruple check everything but… that would just be delaying and the sooner he got this part done with, the better.

He wasn’t quite as drunk as he’d hoped to be, just barely a step beyond tipsy really, but he also didn’t want to risk becoming too drunk to do things properly. So before he could sober up any more than he already unfortunately was, he grabbed the leather belt from off the table and wrapped it around his arm, just below his elbow, making sure it was as tight as he could physically make it. Immediately uncomfortable but not painful, perhaps due to the alcohol.

After waiting for a few minutes for the tingling numbness to set into his hand in hopes of that acting as additional pain relief, he leaned over the table and laid his arm down on it. Next, with his free hand, he picked up the saw. He’d have used Medic’s bone saw but alas Medic had brought it with him when leaving base. It was the strongest and sharpest saw he could find though so hopefully it would do. Holding it tight, he placed it against his flesh, a few inches off from his wrist and…

No, he needed something to bite. No amount of inebriation short of being full anesthetized – an impossibility for obvious reasons given his desire to do this by himself – would make this a pain free operation. The slight tremor of his hand caused the saw to clatter against the metal workbench as he placed it back down. A thin cut where the saw blade had touched his flesh oozed a couple drops of blood. Between the alcohol and the numbness, he couldn’t feel it at all, a good sign, hopefully.

Turning away, he scanned his workshop for something suitable. … Ah, a rag. Not the cleanest thing in the world but it had been washed recently and with half the team away on contract missions they hadn’t been in active battle lately so it wasn’t actively covered in machine grease either. He grabbed it, stuffed it in his mouth – it tasted exactly how one would expect it to – and set up again.

This time he didn’t let himself hesitate for even a moment before pressing the saw into his forearm. Naturally it cut through his flesh without issue. Painful but nothing he couldn’t handle. The bone however, that hurt a lot more. He almost stopped but… if he did there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to finish and that just wouldn’t do. So, biting down on the rag, he continued sawing, his movements sharp and forceful.

Forcing himself to focus on the sawing motion instead of the searing pain in his right arm, he counted the motions. One… two… one… two… like sawing through a plank of wood. … A particularly tough plank of wood that oozed blood and set his arm screaming for him to stop and yank away from the saw.

His vision blurred as his eyes watered. He couldn’t blink it away fast enough. He was going to throw up or scream or both.

He stopped. The saw clattered loudly as he dropped it on the table. He spat out the rag allowing him to pant for breath as he sunk down to sit on the floor before his quivering knees gave out beneath him. Forcing himself to breath deep and steady he held his arm out and away until he felt a bit steadier, a bit less like he was going go vomit, before looking at it.

The belt was doing its job as a tourniquet fairly well; there was plenty of blood oozing from the injury and running down his arm to drip off his fingers to the floor but not enough for to be an immediate cause for worry. It also allowed him to see how deep he’d managed to saw which… wasn’t very. Turns out bone was a lot harder to saw through than he’d anticipated. In his defense he’d never had to saw through bone before.

Groaning, he looked up at the ceiling. How the fuck was he going to do this? His pain tolerance was high, especially after dying and going through Respawn as many times as he had, but there were limits to what he could stand and even more so, limits to what he could inflict on himself. There was just no way he could keep it up for long enough to get all the way through the bone.

He could build a machine to do it for him. Then all he’d have to do was strap himself to it. It’d be a simple build but… would take time to make, at least a day or two. And having already started, the pain in his arm would make it take even longer. What other choice did he have though? …

Well, the main problem was how hard it was to saw through the bone, right? If he broke it at the right spot, that wouldn’t be a problem anymore now would it?

With a groan, he forced himself to his feet. The longer he thought about this, the harder it would be to get himself to do it. First though, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d been drinking out of earlier and took another long drink from it. Cheap and strong, it burned like a bitch and tasted awful but was a welcome distraction. Tempting as it was to down the whole thing and thus likely drown his consciousness as well, he forced himself to put it down when there was still a fourth of the bottle left. He’d finish it after this operation was complete.

Head swimming either from alcohol, pain and blood loss or both, he stumbled around to the other side of his work bench. Lucky for him, the new vise he’d just got in a couple weeks ago was big enough to slot his arm into. He lined it up so that the cut he’d already made was just outside the vise’s metal mouth, his hand and wrist on the other side.

He grasped the crank and started turning it. The vise closed on his wrist and forearm. First just secure, then tight, then painful, then very painful. Gritting his teeth, he kept turning and turning until… snap. Somehow he heard it a split second before he felt it. He barely held back a scream, biting down on his lip instead hard enough to draw blood. The coppery taste of it flooding his mouth brought him back to himself enough to started rapidly turning the crank the other way.

As soon as he could, he took his arm out. Every little movement sent jagged spikes of pain through his entire arm that no amount of numbness or alcohol could do much to relieve. Despite that, his instinct was to clutch it close, protect it from further arm. Fighting that instinct with deep breaths, he laid out his arm on the table again instead. Thinking being unwise right now, he grabbed the saw and started sawing again.

Much easier physically but harder psychologically. He hadn’t gotten to where he was today through being mentally weak though so he pressed on. Sawing and sawing and sawing until… the blade’s teeth hit the blood covered metal table underneath, scrapping horrible against it.

Dropping it, uncaring as it clattered against the table, he stepped back, leaving his hand behind on the table. He lifted his arm to look at his new stump. It was not as clean an amputation as he’d have liked, it wasn’t straight and the bone break was jagged and uneven but he could make do with this.

But, even if thanks to the makeshift tourniquet, it did not gush as much blood as a severed limb usually would, it was still quite a lot. Enough to be worried about. He needed to bandage it sooner rather than later.

He only took one step towards heading around to the other side of the workbench where he’d left the medical supplies before his legs gave out though. As much as the whiskey had burned going down, it burned even more as it came back up. Even as darkness ate at the edges of his vision, he did his best to keep it off himself. Perhaps alcohol had been a poor choice of pain relief and prevention, especially since it hadn’t seemed to do a whole lot towards that effort. … Something to think about for next time. Because if he couldn’t stop this bleeding in time, he’d die and Respawn, likely with his hand back. Ugh! He’d been so close! But he didn’t have the strength fight the pull of unconsciousness eating at his mind and it hurt too much for him to really want to either.

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The pounding of his head, once set in, made it impossible to just roll over and go back to sleep. He tried to anyway, earning a sharp stab of pain in his right arm that had him jerking the rest of the way awake.

He opened his eyes and lifted his hand to look at it. It was gone. Replacing it was a bloodstained bandage. … It had worked! His hand was gone and he hadn’t died in the process of removing it. Now all he had to do was wait for it to heal a little bit and attach his new mechanical hand. Hopefully it wouldn’t take long before...

“You’re awake.”

Engie flinched, snapping his head to the side to see Spy standing up from a chair by the unlit fireplace on the other side of the room. Spy’s room actually. Which explained why the bed Engie lay on was so soft and luxurious. In hindsight not too surprising given the bandage and the fact that he’d survived when the last thing he remembered was passing out in a puddle of his own vomit. Still not an ideal situation to be in though.

The pounding in his head pulsed in time with the throbbing in his arm as he carefully sat up to lean back against the headboard. He’d have like to stand but… didn’t quite dare yet. “Aren’t you supposed to be off on a mission?”

Spy had strode over to stand by the bedside as he’d struggled to sit up and now looked down at him, his expression unreadable under the mask. “I got back earlier today.”

“And broke into my workshop,” Engie interrupted before he could say anything more. He wasn’t exactly mad about it, especially given the circumstances, but he wasn’t particularly pleased that that was apparently one of the first things Spy had done upon returning to base.

“Yes. I knocked but you did not answer and well, as that is unlike you, I grew worried and decided to invite myself in. Good thing I did too else I’m sure you would’ve bled to death. Now would you like to explain why exactly you cut your hand off?” Spy’s tone had remained neutral right up until that last sentence at which point he sounded almost a little angry. Which was perhaps fair given how it must look.

Engie shifted to sit up a bit straighter. “I’m replacing it. I built myself a new hand that should make it easier to work on my machines.” He wouldn’t have to carry around a wrench everywhere he went anymore.

“What if I hadn’t come along and you had died in this attempt?”

“I turned Respawn on.”

“It’s not supposed to be on so what if Miss Pauling had caught that it was on and turned it back off?”

Engie hadn’t thought of that but the chances were low, Miss Pauling was too busy for that. “Are you accusing me of being secretly suicidal or something?”

“Non. If you were, you’d go about it differently. I am however accusing you of being careless of your health and safety.”

“We all are. Killing folk ain’t exactly the safest of professions even with the fancy-smancy Respawn room bringing us back when we die.”

“Yes, but… this is extreme. Are you okay, Laborer?”

The seemingly genuine concern in Spy’s voice was surprising to say the least. Engie had suspected for a while now that Spy cared more about everyone on the team than he like to pretend but he hadn’t expected it to be this much. Given that, he couldn’t in good conscious follow his initial instinct to lie and say he was fine. After all, even he had to admit that cutting off one’s own hand with a saw blade wasn’t something someone who was truly fine would do. So instead he shrugged, letting himself sag against the headboard. “Could use some water and painkillers, preferably strong ones.”

Spy didn’t seemed satisfied, hanging around for a beat or two longer before turning to go over to the other side of the room. What he did over there, Engie couldn’t see and didn’t care enough to figure out. But he returned a short time later it was with a glass of water and a mysterious pill.

Instinctively, Engie reached for it first with his right hand before remembering it was no longer there. Instead, he took first the pill, not caring what it was, dry swallowing it before taking the water. After chugging the whole glass, he maybe even felt a little better. “More?” he asked as he handed the now empty glass back.

Spy sighed as he accepted it and left. This time when he returned it was with a whole pitcher of water which he left on the bedside table as he handed the refilled glass back to Engie.

“Thanks.”

“We’re not done talking about how bad an idea cutting your own hand off is.”

“I know. Later though?”

“Yes, fine, later. It’s probably about time to change the bandages anyway.”

“Thanks for that too… you know, helping out and stuff, ‘preciate it.” Even if getting caught at this was not ideal, it was still better than going through Respawn and thus having to restart – or possibly dying if someone had turned it back off. And having someone to help with the bandages and whatnot was a bigger boon than he ever would’ve hoped for.

“Don’t mention it. And I mean that literally, don’t tell anyone about this.” Ah, good ol’ Spy, continuing to not want anyone to know how much he cared. Well Engie now knew for sure and he was going to treasure that knowledge.

“You got it. This whole thing will be our little secret.” No one else needed to know about it until he had the hand properly attached. That way no one else would have cause for any real concern and would perhaps even assume he’d lost the hand in an accident.

[lemonerix]

I was thinking about the nations' healing abilities and ik they've definitely lost a limb or two in their lifetimes.

headcanon below the cut (cw: dismemberment and decomposition talk)

there's three types of injury that can befall a nation:

an attack on the actual landmass/people = long lasting injuries, wounds eventually heal but will take a long time, and can manifest as a sickness sometimes

an attack on the personification's physical body by another personification = heals relatively quick, but has long lasting effects, and permanent scars, self inflicted wounds also belong to this category

an attack on the personification's physical body by regular humans = short term injuries, no scars, no lasting effects

resurrection is a normal occurrence too, as long as a nation is a nation, they'll be fine.

dismembered country body parts tend to decompose faster than normal, so it's best to bury it or burn it to keep diseases at bay.

the acceleration of decomposition is probably because of the nations' special property that keeps living things that's in close proximity to them most of the time semi immortal, so when a limb disconnects from the body, it essentially makes up for the time it wasn't aging.

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 1 Part 3. Part 4

Warning : mention of suicidal thoughts and self harm.

Cassandra Dimitrescu, the most fearsome of Lady Dimitrescu's three daughters, a hopeless sadist, who inflicted unimaginable tortures without any remorse, a hunter whose prey never escaped unharmed, a cruel and merciless monster whose subgender was a mystery.

Some said that she was an alpha, an example of why it was unnatural for a woman to have this subgender, they ended up crazy so it was a mercy that they died during the presentation.

Others said she was a beta, a damaged woman who simply had the fortune to be chosen by the Dark God.

Those who worked in the castle said that Lady Cassandra was an omega, whoever heard tremendous idiocy laughed out loud. The fact that someone like her had the sweetest and most submissive of subgenders was something impossible, hilarious even to think about;  It was the theory that was said in a bar purely as a joke.

But it was the absolute truth.  Cassandra don't hide her subgender , people just don't believe it

The new maids doubted the fact, taking it as a joke that was told to the newbies, but it was undeniable that under the aroma of blood was the aroma of chocolate, roses and the distinguishable universal touch that identified the omegas.

Despite the obvious evidence, there was no shortage of excuses, they said that the smell of chocolate was due to the youngest's taste for sweets, who often hugged her sisters, and that the smell of roses was the matriarch's mark of protection.

Only when the week of heat arrived did they accept the truth.

If they arrived.

Cassandra's period of heat was once every three months and lasted a whole week, the brunette was very easy to make angry but the days before her heat was much worse, for the slightest mistake a maid received corporal punishment and if Daniela or Bela, gave her the slightest complaint Cassandra will gladly make an example of what happened if they messed with her family.

The week it happened was the calm before the storm, the entire family slept in the brunette's room, with the head maid delivering the food personally.

When it was over was when the staff had to be careful because the sadistic daughter went from whiping , bruises and superficial cuts to breaking bones, dismemberment and any torture she wanted.

A nightmare.

The only ones who were safe were the omega maids in charge of cleaning the room.  The omegas in the castle were few, a dozen at most who had decided to go to work in the castle ironically for protection, mostly adults or close to old age.

Cassandra did not scare them or bother them when they worked, at most she rolled her eyes when they looked at her without hiding the compassion and pity in her eyes, even when they had the nerve to release comfort pheromones the brunette only growled at them and walked away.

No shouting or threats.

She just leave.

Because of this the beta and omega maids tended to be on bad terms.

Most betas did not understand or refused to understand a universal fact:

-An omega's heat period was a blessing with company and a curse without it-

It was horrible;  It was screaming for affection and love, it was being trapped in a contradiction because you were looking for the warmth that would save you from the abominable winter that was inside your chest at the same time that you wanted caresses that would calm the hell burning on your skin;  Your emotions were amplified, transforming a tear into a cry that destroyed your throat.

For an omega who had already reached maturity to be without a partner was something non-existent; those who lived in a castle had a mate inside or outside of it.  While biology leaned more towards an alpha, it was not unusual for a beta to manage to court an omega and go through heat with her.  If they performed their tasks perfectly they were allowed to return home during heat, otherwise or by their own decision they were given suppressants to avoid this.

Every omega who has had the misfortune of spending a period of heat without a mate and without suppressants knew well that it was one of the worst tortures you could subject them to.

And Lady Cassandra has spent them alone. For who knows how many years.

Because of this, while the human side of the maids could hate and fear the hunter, the animal part of their conscience cried for her and instinctively tried to console her, a consolation that the brunette repudiated but did not respond with violence.

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Cassandra was curled up in her mother's lap, who was gently caressing her head while her sisters hugged her from the sides. The three of them released pheromones to calm her down. However, it was in vain. The brunette made grunts of pain and frustration. Her pheromones had an acidic smell, barely a day had passed since she had returned to the castle and she could no longer bear the demands of her stupid omega.

"Missing, the nest is incomplete!"

"We have clothes from our entire pack!"

On her bed was a mix of blankets and pillows from her sisters, a shawl from her mother, the cleanest fabric from her Uncle Moreau, her uncle Karl's coat, a sweater from her Aunt Donna along with a dress from Angie and one of (grandmother) Miranda's togas.

"Not of the alpha who courted us! Alpha did her part we must answer!"

"That pathetic alpha has nothing to give us!"

"She gave us a bed full of trophies from her victories!"

"Prey we can hunt blindfolded and with one hand behind our back!"

"She brought us fresh meat from our favorite animal!"

"She didn't even know we like venison and the food was simple!"

"She pleased us despite her fatigue!"

" Not completely! "

"Because we leave! "

"That cabin is falling apart!"

"And alpha is there alone! She should be here where we can take care of her! Where she can pamper us and finish the mating!

"I'm not going to mate with her!"

"I want a mate! I want that alpha!"

"We are fine like this!"

"NO!"

Cassandra hugged herself, her grunts were transforming to soft whimpers.

"My brave little wolf, you're okay, mom is here"

"You're strong Cass and it will pass."

"I love you Cassie, you're not alone."

I don't want my mother!  I don't want my older sister!  I don't want my little sister!  I WANT MY ALPHA!

"Cassandra stop!"

Alcina held the hands of her daughter who had begun to scratch herself frantically while she burst into sobs that broke her heart.  Daniela had been kicked off the bed before Bela could restrain the brunette.  Cassandra was so hysterical that she didn't even try to transform into her swarm, however a few flies came out of her body fluttering aimlessly.

Daniela got up quickly, looking helplessly at the state her sister was in, purring as loudly as she could, she approached her, hugging her stomach.

"Mother, Cass has never been like this before."  The eldest daughter commented with surprise, her sister's condition was worsening, it seemed that her reason was fading, how she wished that the suppressants would work but due to her mutation, the effect of the medications was short because her body adapted or burned them with speed.

"Maybe we should bring her what she wants." Bela looked from her to the matriarch who quickly understood what she was referring to.

Alcina was about to veto the idea but the heartbreaking cry of her daughter silenced her complaint.  She was no longer moving frantically, but her whole body was shaking and her crying did not stop. The lady got up and her daughters quickly settled in. Bela hugged Cassandra from behind, purring softly but maintaining her grip for fear that she would hurt herself again. Daniela continued hugging her sister's stomach without stopping the noise coming from her chest.

"I'll be back soon my loves" With a sigh Alcina started towards the cabin of a pathetic alpha.

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How long have you been like this?

Minutes, hours or days?

You did not know.

It was cold and your whole body hurt, yet you didn't have any energy to move.  You were just waiting for the Lycan or beast to break through your traps and end your suffering.

"We did everything right, we gave her a nest"

"Very small, she couldn't even stretch her legs"

"We show our skill when hunting to give her fresh meat"

"Without enough spices to give it flavor or vegetables to give it more nutrition"

"We fulfilled her wishes"

"If we had done it she would have stayed"

"....Did we fail?"

"As usual"

There was a dying animal nearby, someone should put it out of its misery, its afflicted cry echoed in your head.

Oh.

It was you.

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The image Lady Dimitrescu expected to see was of a perverted alpha committing unseemly acts with the clothing her beloved daughter had left behind.

In her place she found a woman despondent in a ruined bed, Cassandra's lingering scent now was accompanied by one that caused her inner beta to frown in maternal concern that she vehemently suppressed.

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There was someone at the door.  You looked askance at who would be your executioner, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.  Maybe she would have heard about you and come to kill you to make a special wine with your blood.

At least that's what you'd be good for.

Noticing how she couldn't enter due to her immense height, you decided to help her, standing on trembling legs without letting go of the omega's shirt, you went to her.

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How strange, Alcina thought that she would have to exercise self-control to not kill you for taking advantage of her dear daughter, now having you in front of her she has to exercise self-control to avoid hugging you and giving you comfort.

Your face was pale, your lips were blue from the cold, your eyes were sunken and every piece of exposed skin was covered by scars, you could barely stand, the smell of dry and fresh blood reached the vampire's nose.  Even so, you kept your arms around Cassandra's shirt as if it were the raft that held you in the middle of a turbulent sea.

Alcina snorted, you were a peasant, without money or prestige you were not worthy of being Cassandra's companion.  However, her beta accepted you as a candidate, you knew her pup for just two days and her absence had left you on the verge of death.

That kind of devotion was worth more than hundreds of bags of gold.

Grabbing you by the neck and keeping you away from her body, Acina carried you to her home.

She rolled her eyes at the nod of approval that her beta gave when she saw how you held the shirt tightly.

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You kept your face hidden in the omega's clothes, wanting to memorize the scent even after death.

You didn't notice when you arrived at the castle, you only raised your head as you entered a particular hallway, there was a scent that you recognized well.

The Omega.

Had she been captured?  Or had her family sold her after finding out what you had done with her?

No matter the reason you had to rescue her, you moved frantically but the woman did not give up her grip on you and she continued moving towards the room where the smell was stronger.

Misery and loneliness, the girl had been calling for you while you were drowning in your own pity.

Pathetic.

You continued trying to free yourself, growling with all the aggression you had, your alpha was determined to fight and you were willing to sacrifice yourself to give the omega a chance to escape.

The door to the room opened and a swarm covered your vision.

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Bela watched with curiosity as Cassandra went from being distressed to a state of alert in just a moment.  Her sister looked at the door with curiosity and longing for a few seconds before letting out a happy chirp to transform into her swarm as soon as it opened.

Hmm, she no longer had a doubt, Cassandra was completely immersed in her instincts, the animal side of her was the one in control, something that while it was common for them, it had been decades since she had seen Cassandra act like that.

When her mother released you Cassandra quickly transported you to her nest, placing herself on top of you purring contently as she rubbed herself all over your body, confusion covered your face but you responded with your own purr.

Interesting.

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Oh okay.  It seems that the Omega you saved is none other than one of the Dimitrescu.

She is out of your reach.

But...Then why did she is acting like this?

"Forget about that, we must do our duty"

True, the poor thing had a bad time being away from you, it was your duty to give her comfort, affection and pleasure.

You won't fail this time.

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"Mine, mine, mine"

Finally she would have a mate, one who was hardworking, persevering, capable of violence and gentleness.

Her sweet alpha would be hers forever and no one, not even herself, would stop it.

[seijorhi]

SHAKE

Choso x female reader

a Valentine’s Day Collab

tw: murder, blood, dismemberment, stalking, yandere themes

The message from your friend said you’d be wearing a red dress. Choso counts four women, all wearing varying shades of red, three of those being dresses. Fitting, he supposes, considering this human holiday of yours.

Ultimately, the descriptor is unnecessary. Choso could pick your face in any crowd.

You glance up at his arrival, that expression – that hesitant, hopeful smile – searing its way through him. It falters, slightly, when you get a good look at him, and your lips part. “Oh– Sorry, I’m waiting for someone and I thought you were–”

He cuts you off by speaking your name, a short smile of his own to put you at ease. You’re not quick enough to completely mask the confusion that flashes across your face, but to your credit, you do try.

“Ah, you must be Jin, right? Sorry, I– my friend said you’d be–”

“Choso,” he corrects.

“P-pardon?”

He pulls out the seat across from yours. Sits. “My name is Choso. It’s good to meet you, I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.” 

You blink at him, the words clearly taking a moment or two to process. He doesn’t blame you for the hesitance, for your confusion – no doubt his name, his appearance, the cursed nature of his spirit that’ll never truly feel right to you, it all goes against the image you’ve created in your head, perhaps even what your friend told you to expect.

But Choso’s come to know you better than you know yourself. Those gears tick over behind your eyes, your mouth opening and closing, you flounder for words and then–

“You’re… my blind date? Mikako said…” you swallow, shaking the thought free. “I must’ve gotten mixed up, I’m sorry.”

Choso’s lips quirk upwards. That’s four times now you’ve apologised. 

“You look beautiful.”

Your smile warms a touch with the compliment, and Choso treasures the sight. “Thank you. So, um… you work with Mikako? In accounts?”

“Mm.”

The waiter comes by with a wine list, and the menu’s already set – Choso pays it no mind. He cares no more about the food than he does the odd looks from the couples seated around you. 

Which, judging from the slightly forced nature of your expression, cannot be said for you.

“So um, Choso,” you draw out the syllables of his name, “tell me about yourself. Mikako mentioned that you’re into photography?”

Photography, huh? No. His ‘hobbies’ as such are not so mundane, and definitely not dinner time conversation. 

He could tell you about his desire to slaughter the sorcerer who delighted in toying with his human mother and tried to manipulate him into killing his younger brother. He could tell you about his cursed techniques, and the blood mark that extends across the bridge of his nose – the one you’re trying valiantly not to look at – and what it does. 

Choso could tell you that aside from the world of curses and jujutsu sorcerers, he spends his time consumed by thoughts of you, and with every moment he can spare, he keeps you safe, watching, following from a distance. It’s how he knew of this date of yours, where you were meeting, what you’d be wearing. Who you were supposed to be meeting with. 

He could tell you what he did to the man, this… Jin. How dispatching him quickly was a mercy, yet Choso couldn’t quite bring himself to make it painless. 

“Please– please! Whatever you want– you can take my wallet, you-you want my watch? Take it, it’s yours!”

He’s shaking, clumsy fingers fumbling for the gold strap as Choso advances. The blood that oozes from the self inflicted wound glides through the air, spinning into razor-sharp discs that circle his hand. 

“Please, what do you want?!” the man begs, the front of his pants darkening, pissing himself in fear. 

Choso could make this clean. He could make it quick. The grudge he holds with the human is not a personal one – he’s simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

…  Interested in dating the wrong woman.

Choso’s resolve hardens. 

The first blood chakram severs his right arm.

The second rips through his thigh. He’ll bleed out before any help can come. 

A third forms around his fingers. He keeps it there for a heartbeat, listening as the man chokes and gurgles, the pitiful whimpering as blood drains from his body.

Choso sends it slicing through the man’s throat. 

He could tell you these things, but he doubts you’d appreciate them. Instead, he shrugs, “I’d rather hear about you.”

“Oh, there’s not really much to tell, I’m kind of boring,” you laugh.

Choso begs to disagree.

Despite that, he lets you talk, tell him things about you he already knows. The wine comes, and then entrees. You eat and carry the conversation, more out of discomfort, he thinks, than any genuine desire to share.

That’s okay, he’ll take what he can get. With you, Choso wants to be greedy.

And then your purse vibrates. 

You wait a few minutes, thinking you’re being subtle and shoot him an apologetic smile as you slip it from the back of your seat and onto your arm, “Bathroom,” you say.

But it’s when you return, your fragile, human heart racing like a hummingbird’s, and that strained smile is altogether gone that he knows this little game of his is up. 

“I’m sorry, my uh… there’s an issue with my apartment, I’ve– I’ve got to go, but it was nice meeting you, really.”

You truly are a terrible liar. 

His hand snaps out to seize your wrist before you can so much as turn. 

“You should stay,” he tells you, exerting just a fraction of his considerable strength when you attempt to tug it free. Your eyes go wide, an instinctual sort of fear taking hold as cursed energy all but bleeds from his person. 

Blind to it you may be, it poisons the air around you.

“We aren’t finished with our date yet.”

[sailoryooons]

Obsidian | Preface | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: You remember everything. The first time you radiated at garnet, feeling the power of the jewel rushing through you. Remember the energy pulsing at your command. And you certainly remember the face of the man who ruined your life. Then there’s Min Yoongi, the Chaotic who is the key to your revenge.

☾ Word Count: 1,020

☾ Genre: Urban fantasy, criminal/syndicate, strangers to lovers, angst, eventual smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Graphic depiction of death and body dismemberment, a lot of blood, Yoongi is brutally wounded/gutted, near-death experience, traumatic loss of parents, mention of suicide (not actual, but metaphorical), this is pretty blood and gory but not gratuitous? Death of a koi fish rip Agust the I. 

☾ Published: April 22, 2023

☾ A/N: Don’t ask me to explain myself. I have no idea what I’m doing and my Aries moon is in full control of me and working me like a robot. This is a series or something I don’t know. I have no plans and no thoughts, just brain rot. Inspired by Jade City by Fonda Lee, the movie Colombiana, the movie Scarface and by my fuck it we ball attitude about writing what I want when I think of it. Also please note that the order of first and last names will be done in Western fashion in this, as this story does not exist anywhere real-world-adjacent and thus, will be first name > last name.❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi remembers the day he died. It was self-inflicted, a kind of suicide. 

It goes like this. 

Red stains on the tile, red stains on the carpet. His mother’s face, but not quite right. Missing the left side of her head, weeping crimson. Abstract. No jewels in sight, not even the throbbing onyx she constantly wears - constantly wore - her last line of defense. Her empty neck is more horrifying than the gaping wound in her head. It feels like Yoongi is seeing her naked. 

Faintly, he hears voices. He’s too distracted, too caught up in the tang of blood as he steps over his unjeweled mother into the kitchen. High-pitched ringing in his ears, a violent headache. 

Here is where the art is. Scarlet walls, a modern rendition of death. Upturned furniture, splintered. Bodies with faces he doesn’t know. Bodies with faces he does. Suri’s empty eyes stare up at the ceiling. Her garnet earrings are gone, ears ripped and bloody. Taken against her will and fast. 

At the center of it all is his father, head missing. 

No that’s not right. His head is a few feet over and staring blankly at the ceiling. Lights out, no one home. Yoongi doesn’t look at his father’s head- can’t or won’t, it doesn’t make a difference. Yoongi’s eyes go to his father's hands, looking for the jewels, expecting to see obsidian and onyx. There are no rings there, and the little sockets drilled into his father’s knuckles by Dr. Lowery are empty. Scarred-pink and lonely. 

Yoongi never hears the man behind him. Doesn’t see it coming until he’s slammed from behind, a wall of radiant energy knocking him forward into his father. Yoongi screams - can’t help it. He rears back, pushing off of his father, but his hands slip and he’s shoving against a neck with no head. Sliding against the red-wet tile.

His stomach roils but there’s little time to think as he rolls to the slide, blood-slick and terrified. Yoongi is a little bit dazed as he blinks up at a familiar face leaning over him. He’s so shocked to see Yujun Kim leaning over him that at first, he doesn’t feel the knife carving out his stomach. 

“I’m sorry,” Yujun says. 

Yoongi thinks Yujun means about his parents, maybe. But then white hot pain blooms in his stomach and Yoongi screams, looking down to see the knife pulling down, opening him up. He screams and screams, but doesn’t hear what Yujun says as he pulls the onyx rings from Yoongi’s fingers and earrings from Yoongi’s ears. Yujun does this gently, as though he’s afraid to hurt Yoongi while his stomach is butterflied.  

Nothing has hurt like this. Yoongi remembers when he was hit by a motorcar last year and shattered his shoulder, but it is nothing to the all-consuming pain of being cut open. Gutted like the fish that his father likes to eat on the weekends. Torn like his mother ripping open letters from her old school friends. 

Yoongi thinks he cries out for his mom. At least he forms the words, tries to beg for her help. His dad is too dead to yell at him for being a mommy’s boy, so Yoongi screams for her. Wants her to wake up and crawl over to him and hold him together. 

He’s just a child, after all. And he’s afraid of dying. 

Unfortunately, Yoongi doesn’t die.

He doesn’t remember Yujun leaving him there, bleeding out and toeing the veil, ready to join his parents on the other side. Yoongi thinks he sees them, thinks he hears them calling to him. But there’s a stronger call, a vibration that pulls at him. That begins to itch. A frequency he can’t let go of. 

Yoongi feels it more than he sees it and he starts slipping across the floor to where a single ring has rolled under the fridge. Yujun wouldn’t have noticed - couldn’t have noticed. Yujun radiates at onyx, never obsidian. 

But now the obsidian calls to Yoongi and he slides toward it, hand pressed to his stomach, trying to keep his insides in. His hands are wet and sticky and he gags, feeling something slippery when he presses too hard on the wound. 

The obsidian ring pulses, an invisible force under the fridge. Yoongi slides his hand under, gritting his teeth at the tight fit as he reach reach reaches. Just a little to the left. Almost. Almost. His fingers make contact with the ring and energy explodes through him. 

A wave of high-frequency waves rushes through him. Yoongi lets out a guttural sound, somewhere between a yell and a gurgle as he lies on the floor, thinking it might be too late. But as the power surges through him, vibrating at a higher frequency than Yoongi has ever known, he realizes that he’s inherited this from his father. The ring and the power to radiate at both onyx and obsidian. 

There on the kitchen floor, Yoongi radiates at obsidian for the first time. Feels his body stitch itself back together, itchy and hot and bothersome. When he’s done, he lays on the floor, sobbing up at the ceiling and trembling, adrenaline and radiate-sick. 

Hours or minutes pass, he isn’t sure. But when Yoongi Min gets up and sees his home, painted with the blood of the people he loves, he decides to kill the kid that is Yoongi Min. 

He leaves the soft boy who loves eating tangerines in the kitchen with Suri. Leaves behind the gentle plucking of the guitar strings late at night when the wind is not yet Autumn. Forgets about the way he loves to feed the koi in the backyard with his mother. 

Yoongi Min is too soft to do what this boy, alone and bloodied needs to do. He knows that. His mother always calls - called - him her gentle boy, her dumpling. Her little sly cat of a son.

So Yoongi dies. And Agust emerges from the house, carrying only the name of his favorite fish that floats belly up in the koi pond, water still green with poison. 

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Ranking Ajins by Death Toll

Oh but count them I did.

Have you ever wanted a comprehensive list of Ajin deaths? Well, here is one anyways!

The list is based on manga events as I actually haven't seen the anime 😬

The ranking only includes Ajins (AKA revivable characters) because otherwise the list would be…even longer than it is and 90% of it would be no-name characters. They also MUST make an appearance (so ruling out mentioned Ajins, like the Chinese Ajin with 2,000+ deaths).

Without further ado, AJIN CHARACTERS RANKED FROM MOST TO LEAST DEATHS!

...under the cut (I’m sorry, it is very long)...

🚨CW for Ajin typical shenanigans (death, mutilation, suicide, the like)🚨

Ranking by onscreen/shown deaths

Satou (44 deaths)

Kei Nagai (35 deaths)

Kou Nakano (15 deaths)

Koji Tanaka (9 deaths) TIE

Izumi Shimomura (9 deaths) TIE

Takahashi (6 deaths)

Masumi Okuyama (4 deaths)

Shinya Nakamura (2 deaths)

Reiji Akiyama (firefighter) (1 death) TIE

Himeko Tachibana (diet member passing the Ajin bill) (1 death) TIE

Satou detractor (with the cross-body bag) (1 death) TIE

Satou collaborator (with the two IBMs) (1 death) TIE

Ranking by estimations

Koji Tanaka (5,892 deaths)

Satou (692 deaths)

Kei Nagai (347 deaths)

Kou Nakano (215 deaths)

Izumi Shimomura (9 deaths)

Takahashi (7 deaths)

Masumi Okuyama (5 deaths)

Shinya Nakamura (2 deaths)TIE

Reiji Akiyama (firefighter) (2 deaths) TIE

Satou detractor (with the cross-body bag) (2 deaths) TIE

Satou collaborator (with the two IBMs) (2 deaths) TIE

Himeko Tachibana (diet member passing the Ajin bill) (1 death)

Everyone gets +1 to account for their first death in the estimation rankings (except Satou, Kei, Kou, Izumi, Shinya, and Ms. Tachibana because their first deaths were shown and already counted in the initial ranking)

Ajin’s with too little information to estimate (at least one death)

Takeshi Kotobuki

Jun Suzuki

Dr. Smith

Jim

Satou detractor (with the glasses)

Satou collaborator (with the glasses)

✨Honorable mention✨

Kai (by technicality)

Let’s go into some more detail about each death and estimation calculations.

Deaths are listed chronologically by manga appearance. “S” means it was self-inflicted with intention. They have to be the ones to cause the fatal blow (aside from one exception, being Izumi throwing herself in front of a car). Assisted suicide, like Tanaka stabbing Satou as a demonstration, does not count as self-inflicted.

Koji Tanaka

Gunshot to head (chpt 1)

Crushed by hydraulic press (chpt 2)

Stabbed with rods (chpt 3)

Neurological experiments (assumed) (chpt 3)

Dismemberment by lab researchers (assumed) (chpt 3)

Collision trauma (used as a crash test dummy) (chpt 14)

Gunshot to head by Gen (chpt 33)

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 37)

Assumed reset (shoulder wound from Satou is gone) (chpt 43) S

+1 for first death (implied in chpt 13).

+1 assumed reset after being accidentally shot by Satou in chapter 41. His shoulder wound is gone and he (or the rest of the gang for that matter) probably wouldn’t wait for it to heal.

+1 assumed reset at some point after chapter 56. His leg wound—where he got stabbed by the minister's goons—disappears. Could have been forgotten about, could be he’s still walking around with it, but I think they would want to be in top shape when fighting Satou, so I’m counting it as a reset.

+5,880 for deaths while in captivity. Some were already included, but it pales in comparison to the total count. Tanaka was probably subject to experiments everyday. Let’s assume 3 deaths per hour (accounting for setup time and various death methods), 8 hours in a working day, and 245 working days in a year (Japanese work duration from Google). Which means in 10 years that’s 5,880 deaths. This is a very VERY general approximation, not taking into account probable overtime, lengthier experiments resulting in slower deaths, or extremely fast causes of death like getting shot. Regardless, with 10 years of captivity, Tanaka’s death toll is certainly the highest.

Tanaka’s total estimated deaths: 9 + 5,883 = 5,892

1 suicide, 2 estimated suicides

Satou

Stabbed by Tanaka (chpt 6)

Gunshot to head (chpt 9) S

Shot multiple times by Kei (chpt 10)

Stabbed and tossed around by Kei's IBM (chpt 11)

Shot by Tanaka (accidentally) (chpt 15)

Plane crash (chpt 19) S

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 21)

Shot by SAT (chpt 21)

Shot by SAT (chpt 21)

Shotgun to the chest (chpt 21) S

Diced by wood-chipper (chpt 35) S

Caught in explosion (chpt 36) S

Gunshot to head (chpt38) S

Gunshot to head by Kuroki (chpt 38)

Gunshot to head by Kuroki and Suzumura (chpt 38)

Gunshot to head by Kuroki and Suzumura (chpt 38)

Gunshot to head (chpt 38) S

Gunshot to head (chpt 40) S

Impaled by own IBM (chpt 40) S

Gunshot to head (after severing arm) (chpt 42) S

Jumped off Forge Safety building (chpt 42) S

Gunshot to head by gang members (chpt 47) FIRST DEATH

Decapitation by Takahashi's IBM (chpt 52)

Gunshot to head (assumed) (chpt 54) S

Shot by soldiers (chpt 54)

Shot by soldiers (chpt 54)

Gunshot to head (chpt 54) S

Blown up by C4 (chpt 54) S

Shot by soldiers (after intended suicide detonation) (chpt 55)

Gunshot to head (chpt 57) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (chpt 60) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (chpt 61) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (assumed, offscreen) (chpt 62) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (chpt 65) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (assumed, offscreen) (chpt 65) S

Bomb vest (chpt 71) S

Gunshot to head (after severing arm, assumed) (chpt 71) S

Head trauma/snapped neck from falling from heli after being shot by Manabe (chpt 76)

+40 for deaths from organ harvesting. Satou trades 10 livers, 10 kidneys, and 10 hearts for guns in chapter 8 so that’s at least 10 deaths. I don't think he would ask Tanaka to help given him being freshly released from lab experiments. Nekozawa calls him “a valued client”, it’s implied he’s done this before. Satou needed guns to save Tanaka, but aside from that we don’t know how many times he’s done this. Let’s just add another 30 deaths on top of the 10.

+540 for deaths from repeat killings by SAT. I imagine the SAT encounter until Satou’s recovery was quite fast and lasted at most 5 minutes. Killing Satou at a rate of 2 shots per second means 600 deaths in 5 minutes. Let’s subtract 60 (half a minute of deaths) to account for moments when SAT was distracted by Takahashi’s sniping.

+15 for deaths from fighting with SAT offscreen. Satou is a power house. He takes out at least 5 people for every death of his own. Slapping on an estimated extra 15 deaths from this fight since he was still tuckered out by the end.

+3 for deaths from fighting gang members (chapter 47). Though unarmed against a group of 100+ men, Satou would probably make quick work of these guys since they seem mostly untrained. Slapping on an estimated extra 3 deaths.

+50 for deaths from fighting Iruma Air Base soldiers (chapter 55-57). I’ve had enough of this dude. Let’s just add 50 more for his fight against the army base soldiers since they are highly trained, killing him without restraint, and there are a lot of them. Satou is also visibly weary by the end of it.

Satou total estimated deaths: 44 + 648 = 693

22 suicides, at least 40 estimated suicides

Kei Nagai

Hit by a truck (severed in half yikes) (chpt 1)

Strangled (chpt 2)

Slit throat (chpt 3) S

Bike crash (chpt 6) S

Stab to chest (after torture and dismemberment) (chpt 7)

Dismemberment by lab researchers (assumed) (chpt 8)

Drowned (chpt 12)

Stabbed in the throat (chpt 17) S

Shotgun to the chest (chpt 22)

Assumed reset (head wound from car crash is gone) (chpt 22) S

Shot by Satou via attack helicopter (dream sequence, yeah buckos i'm counting these) (chpt 31)

Assumed reset (hand wound is gone) (chpt  33) S

Caught in explosion caused by Satou (chpt 36)

Gunshot to head by Kou (chpt 39)

Gunshot to head (chpt 39) S

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 40)

Gunshot to head by Hirasawa (chpt 41)

Gunshot to head by Hirasawa/Kou (after severing both arms) (chpt 42)

Gunshot to head by Hirasawa (chpt 42)

Fell off Forge Safety building (after being shot) (chpt 43)

Hypoxia (chpt 49) FIRST DEATH

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (assumed, to heal fingers) (chpt 57) S

Gunshot to head (after poped eardrums) (chpt 60) S

Gunshot to head by Anti-Demis (chpt 61)

Plane crash and explosion caused by Satou (chpt 70)

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 72)

Impaled by own hostile IBM (chpt 72)

Gunshot to head (chpt 77) S

Gunshot to head (missing an arm and impaled on a rod) (chpt  78) S

HIT BY A TRUCK LMAO DUMBASS (chpt 83)

+240 for deaths while in captivity. Using the same metrics as Tanaka, in 10 days Kei died 240 times. Again, this is a very general approximation.

+72 for drowning deaths while adrift for a week (chapter 14). The stages of drowning take between 10-12 minutes. But let's be generous and say Kei either lucked out with calmer waters or manages to stay afloat for longer. So he drowns at a rate of 1 death per hour. Let’s also say Kei was confused and his estimation of being adrift for a week was off (downing consecutively will do that to a man), and he was only in the water for 3 days. I also don’t think he would be floating around for a week, especially if he didn’t make it out of Tokyo Bay.

Kei total estimated deaths: 35 + 312 = 347

15 suicides

Kou Nakano

Jumped out a window (chpt 15) S

Electrocution (chpt 16) S

Bled out (after falling from aparment building, stabbed in the stomach, run over by Tosaki) (chpt 16) S...ish...I’m counting as 0.5

Impaled by Kei's IBM (chpt 16)

Jumped off a cliff (chpt 17) S

Assumed reset (leg wounds from Kei are gone) (chpt 17)

Impaled by Kei's IBM (chpt 25)

Hanging (chpt 26) S

Shot by Satou via attack helicopter (dream sequence) (chpt 31)

Caught in explosion caused by Satou (chpt 36)

Impaled by Tanaka's IBM (chpt 37)

Gunshot to head by Kei (chpt 39)

Gunshot to head by Kei/Hirasawa (assumed) (chpt 41)

Fell off Forge Safety building (semi-accidental) (chpt 42) S, another 0.5

Head trauma (could also be eventual starvation/dehydration) (chpt 43) FIRST DEATH

+200 for deaths from hanging. We are doing a lot of assuming, so let’s continue that trend. Let’s say Kou would only hang himself for 5 hours a day after training and before bed. Let’s also say they had approximately two weeks of training. To account for extra training, rest time, and Kou generally not feeling up for dying on repeat, we’ll assume out of the two weeks, Kou only used 10 days. Where am I getting these numbers? My gut tells me so (source: trust me bro).

Short drop hanging takes 10-20 minutes for complete brain death. Let's take the middle road and say 15 minutes. So on average, 4 deaths per hour. 4 x 5 x 10 = 200 deaths.

Kou total estimated deaths: 15 + 200 = 215

5 suicides, 200 estimated suicides

Kou and Satou were really hard to estimate for, but we powered through lads.

Izumi Shimomura

Impaled by Tanaka's IBM (chpt 4)

Head trauma (chpt 27)

Untreated illness/STD (chpt 27) FIRST DEATH

Fell off a building with Satou's IBM (dream sequence) (chpt 31)

Bled out (after losing an arm fighting Tanaka) (chpt 39)

Gunshot to head by Tosaki (assumed) (chpt 41)

Hit by car (chpt 56) S

Shot in the throat (chpt 56)

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 78)

I’m assuming Izumi didn’t die after Tosaki hired her since she wasn’t being researched nor was it likely she needed to die for Tosaki as a bodyguard.

Izumi total estimated deaths: 9

1 suicide

Takahashi

Sniper shot to the head (chpt 21)

Sniper shot to the head (chpt 21)

Sniper shot to the head (chpt 21)

Gunshot to head by Gen (chpt 33)

Assumed reset (shot by Satou) (chpt 37)

Gunshot to head by Anti-Demis (chpt 66)

Takahashi total estimated deaths: 6 + 1 = 7

Masumi Okuyama

Carbon dioxide poisoning (chpt 32) S

Electrocution (chpt 32) S

Assumed reset (shot by Satou) (chpt 37)

Improvised explosive device (chpt 58) S

Okuyama total estimated deaths: 4 + 1 = 5

3 suicides

Shinya Nakamura

Motorcycle crash (accidental beheading) (chpt 9.5) FIRST DEATH

Gunshot to head (chpt 9.5)

Shinya total estimated deaths: 2

Reiji Akiyama

Bled out (after being harpooned and fighting Tanaka's IBM) (chpt 15)

Akiyama total estimated deaths: 1 + 1 = 2

Satou detractor (with the cross-body bag)

Bled out (shot in spleen by Tanaka) (chpt 15)

Total estimated deaths: 1 + 1 = 2

Satou collaborator (with the two IBMs)

Sliced in half after pushed off building by Izumi (chpt 63)

Total estimated deaths: 1 + 1 = 2

Himeko Tachibana

Satou's plane crash (chpt 65) FIRST DEATH

Total estimated deaths: 1

Kai

Gunshot through throat by Satou (chpt 72)

Total estimated deaths: 1

[venusararara]

OK babes let's talk about what Gatherine does when she has a bratty/noncompliant captive ♡

Gatherine is unlikely to keep a captive like this alive for long in the first place, but she IS likely to be extra hard on them for the duration of their life (1-2 days). She's liable to keep you if you start behaving after she starts the torture, though. She will probably forgive you.

TW for torture themes

☆ she usually begins with tearing all of your piercings out, in order of how painful she thinks it'll be.

☆ she also inflicts new piercings sometimes! Her go-tos are septum, genital, and nipple piercings. She will not allow them to heal.

☆ then she strips you nude and turns the A/C way, WAY down.

☆ she also only feeds you cold foods and drinks, at least until you lose your appetite.

☆ 43 degrees Fahrenheit if you're a mortal, 37 if you're a monster, and 30 if you're an angel.

☆ low temps are based on the lowest survivable temperature Dawsin suggests for each species, valhallia runs around 60 degrees and the surface runs around 97 degrees. Infernum runs around 132 degrees, so she doesn't have to turn down the A/C on the off chance she has a demon victim.

☆ she wears a cute winter coat when she comes to torture you, though.

☆ then begins vivisection and early dismemberment.

☆ puts past victim's cigarettes out on your open wounds.

☆ biting.

☆ cutting fingers and toes off with hedge clippers.

☆ cuts the spaces between your ribs, webbing between your fingers and toes.

☆ fingers your wounds, deepening them.

☆ blowtorches your ears/domewings.

☆ she may amputate your legs, though unlikely because she's not a massive fan of full-on amputating a limb. She wants you to be able to be self-sufficient if you learn to behave so she can keep you forever. It's not like she doesn't like you anymore.

☆ likes to go for bloodless torture like beatings and whatnot, but she's aware that those are considered less effective than the threat of losing a body part or being burned.

☆ last is solitary confinement.

☆ she turns off all of the lights and leaves you naked and cold.

☆ she stops visiting and feeding you.

☆ she will not appear again until you're completely silent for more than 12 hours, as she is checking to see if you're dead or not.

☆ might give you a sip of water if she likes you.

☆ if this all fails, she'll make you fight her for your life.

☆ she gets a knife, you don't.

☆ she'll play with you for a minute, giving you some hope that you'll win, before she rips it away and genuinely kills you.

☆ she gets bored pretty quick and guts you within 5 minutes of starting the "fight", it's pretty clear who the victor will be though (since you haven't eaten in a while).

☆ Gatherine will preserve one of your smaller body parts in a jar as something to remember you by.

[canned-and-carbonated-emotions]

So chimps are absolute fucking menaces right? We can all fundamentally agree on that? Hell, I don't think I would call them menaces cuz that term holds at least a sprinkle of endearment.

No, they are straight fucking villains. Just absolute evil guys. Their flavor of pettiness is acts of terrorism.

Y'know what their favorite act of revenge is? Dismemberment. Wanna know how they resolve conflict? Dismemberment. How do they express their feelings? Dismemberment.

They'll see their bro get a sweet treat, and once they realize they don't also get a sweet treat, their jealousy changes the chemistry in their brain and they go from a super intelligent and emotionally complex creature with a deep sense of self awareness, to a fucking wasp with hands that hold the power of a thousand speeding trains, focused on the sole desire to destroy.

They are also CALCULATED with the way they attack. They consciously pick out the areas on your body to maime based on the criteria of what will cause the most physical AND emotional pain.

They don't wanna kill you and move on. No. They want you to HURT. They wanna inflict straight ouchies.

Now, is this chimp slander? No, of course not. Chimps are fucking cool. They're so smart with complex societal structures that they experience and feel a variety of deep emotions. They're not mindless killing machines.

This whole rant is just to remind to to stay the fuck away from chimps. Like at all costs. There are dozens of other primates out there that aren't going to perform a live autopsy on someone over a birthday cake (which actually happened btw, look up "St. James David Chimpanzee attack")

Chimpanzees are wild animals with free will, and while I don't think any primate or intelligent creature should be held in captivity, chimps DEFINETLY shouldn't be kept in captivity, cuz they have free will and they like to use it for violence. Plus, they're sentient and emotionally intelligent and don't deserve to be put in little prisons for the satisfaction of their naked cousins.

He's a good guy, but he would eat your fucking face :)

[zenobomber]

and here’s another starter call for aki for the event! he’s going to be capped at five since i have a lot of ideas for him for this event - but feel free to like past that cap and i’ll get you a starter if i have time! if we’ve interacted before, you won’t count towards the cap.

event info can be found below!

so, aki has a lot of great possibilities for fun happenings in this event. because he is from a game with thirteen distinct endings - not including the “game over” screens you get from various deaths - there’s a lot that can be seen. and aki is very distinctly different in all of the endings. 

i’m going to go with a mix of sentient and residual data for this - so below, here’s some akis you might be able to meet if you choose to walk alongside the aki i write here.

SIN

from one of the ending branches - sin aki is a very distorted individual. with his sanity snapped in half after being unable to save the life of his childhood best friend - fuyu - and regaining his memories of when he murdered and cannibalized fuyu’s younger sister natsu years prior, aki branches in two different ways from here. i’m going to focus on the worse of his versions here.

this aki is incredibly manipulative and hostile. you’ll meet him with bandages wrapped around his left eye, and his right leg cut off from the knee-below. he uses a crutch to get around. these wounds were self inflicted, as he force-fed these parts of himself to someone else both as a form of revenge for killing fuyu, and to try and cure their illness.

i would not recommend this branch of interaction if you are uncomfortable with themes of cannibalism, force feeding, dismemberment, and self-mutilation. this interaction would be treated kind of like a horror game hide-and-seek scenario. 

USHIRONO

from the hidden true endings of the game, but not the canon one, this aki is very well spoken and polite. his left leg is heavily injured and he uses a cane to get around, making him a bit slower. this aki would appear in unique cases, and would sacrifice himself to protect anyone in the interaction from danger. he’s probably the nicest one you could run into, not including the main aki i write.

ZENO

suffering from a relapse of the illness ZENO - this aki is best described as psychotic. if you’ve ever watched the saw movies - imagine jigsaw if he was a gay 5′3 transman. that’s what this aki is like. the residual data will make it appear as if you are in his timed puzzle straight from the game, which you need to solve to escape. if you’re unable to solve his twisted escape room - he’ll attack you, and attempt to blow you up with explosives. 

it’s important to note that ZENO enhances aki’s intelligence, curiosity, speed, strength, and endurance. he is a difficult person to fight against - not including the fact he is heavily armed with explosives, and acid strong enough to near instantly corrode through human flesh and bone. 

he’ll give you hints to solve his puzzle, but he’s more interested in seeing you fail so he can kill you. but while the timer he has for you to complete the room is going - he’ll be peaceful. watching you, like an ant in an ant farm.

i would not recommend this interaction if you don’t want your character to get blown up in the chance you’re unable to solve his puzzle. i’ll take the escape room scenario directly from the game in this interaction. 

OTHERS

like mentioned before - there are thirteen endings and many, many “game over” death scenes. just in the base game! there are some scenarios i can use from the sequel game, or the short novels as well. if you’re interested in seeing aki’s death compilation (he has the most character deaths in zeno - and all of the creator’s other games) i’m happy to run through them. if you’d like to encounter either of the chaser enemies from the game - being tsugino & fuyu - i can do that as well! though i’ll ask our fuyu writer for permission, to write a data imprint of fuyu from the facility, or have them join in. 

from the short novels - you do have a chance to interact with IF verse (slight changes - a “what if?” scenario) versions of aki, or himself as a child.

overall, i’m happy to just explore the various branching paths of ZENO, and the different versions of aki i might be able to use for it!

[toxictoad]

(This is about my OC so feel free to ignore this)

Dawn is a secret clone of Anakin Skywalker

Palpatine created him after the rise of the Empire (Because psychologically tormenting Vader is the only fun he has)

I'm thinking that Vader actually likes him as a kid because his head is just so genuinely fucked up in his early years in the Empire that he can sort of pretend that Dawn is his kid. He never says it out loud because of the constant surveillance but he calls him "Luke" in his head (Granted, not even his head is safe from Palpy but like neither of them say anything because Vader is in denial and Palpy is playing the long game of "What is the maximum emotional pain I can inflict on this man")

Dawn has the fast aging thing like the Fett clones but I imagine that he ages normally from ~20 physical years on because I said so. He doesn't have a name at first and I'm torn between giving him some serial number (I'm thinking some fucked up reference like A-66 or something similar) or just having everyone call him "boy" and similar not-names.

I think as Vader sees him growing up so fast he goes from projecting his lost baby onto him to fucking HATING Dawn because he's becoming more and more like Anakin and if I know anything about Darth Vader it's that he hates himself (There will definitely be an arm getting cut off at some point because the only thing better than self-hatred is self-hatred + dismemberment)

I have no idea what I want Dawn's role in the Empire to be. I kind of want him to be a pseudo-inquisitor who's basically an assassin who takes out rebels. It's sort of cringey but I'm thinking that they nickname him "The Empire's Wrath" Or something of the sort.

It would be Palpy reminding Vader that he can be replaced (I'm thinking that he has backup clones and that maybe Dawn isn't even the first one which would be SO angsty because then Vader has repeatedly projected his dead child onto these clones and they all ended up dying UGH it's so SAD)

Basically Dawn exists to make Anakin suffer for the rest of his miserable life no matter what.

BUT as for Dawn himself he's just the saddest fucker ever. The thing is that he doesn't KNOW that he's a clone of Darth Vader.

So from his perspective it's like this; He is a child who grows up on Star Destroyers. Vader is kinda nice to him but the Emperor is the regular torture-happy asshat he always is. He learns how to be a fun-sized Sith and how to kill people good. THEN Vader just starts fucking hating him for no apparent reason and CUTS HIS ARM OFF. So he gets a wicked mechno-arm but everything still sucks, and he gets sent out to kill people and it's like "Well this might as well happen"

Dawn isn't as powerful as Anakin or Vader but he's still pretty fuckin good. He isn't as impulsive or as emotional as Anakin because he mostly just shuts down when faced with any significant amount of feelings (Trauma response yay) and he obviously has a different force signature. In my head he's like a blue giant star while Anakin is a supernova and Vader is like a black hole.

And THEN the Empire falls (I want Dawn to be on the second Death Star and escape somehow, but I'm not sure exactly how). I think he's going to end up on Endor and see his first sunrise and that's how he names himself. I will also make him "borrow" a starfighter to do adventures with.

I need some force ghosts to show up and give him hints to put together that he's a clone of Vader, but that could happen at any point after this.

I'm kinda stuck here because it could go in so many different directions: Do I want him to go on a solo journey of self-actualization and have him see a shit ton of force ghosts and learn about Anakin and become a weird kind-of-Jedi? Do I want him to end up with Luke and Leia and become their weird ex-murdery Dad/Uncle/Brother? Do I want him to get in with the Mandolorians and fuck around there and have Bo-Katan freak out? DO I WANT TO DO EVERYTHING?

Anyway I really like Dawn he's one of my favorite OCs right now. Also I have a scene in mind where Anakin's force ghost appears to him and Dawn is like "Damn I'm kinda hot tho" but I had no place to put that in this post.

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Television - Marquee Moon

Punk was barely learning to crawl when Television decided to transcend the genre. Marquee Moon takes elements of the punk rock sound and twists it into something more elaborate. With twin guitar parts hard panned left and right, and the lead playing trill heavy spiraling licks it feels like most of these songs are twisting around themselves with the steady bassline as the only constant. It's not just a delightful record it also spawned the entire post punk genre and I think that's pretty neat.

Hole - Live Through This

It is absurd that I have to say this but, Courtney Love did not kill Kurt Cobain. I'm not gonna argue about this. Live Through This is an album that is preoccupied with violence against women. Whether physical, sexual, emotion, or self inflicted Courtney Love is very aware of how society imflicts harm on women who do not 'behave'. Several of the songs deal directly with rape such as Asking For It. Jennifer's Body is textually about murder and dismemberment which I take metaphorically as being about how women's bodies are commodified and enjoyed piecemeal by men. If Love is making an overall point its that society hold women to very specific standards and even when you try to rebel against them they are atill everywhere, inescapable even in your own head. The fact that Hole have softened their sound from their debut really helps get this point across. Rather than pure anger Love transitions between angry highs and depressive lows and deals some real emotional damage with her delivery. The absolute desperation on Doll Parts, a song about the beginning of hers and Cobain's relationship when she wasn't sure if he liked her, is already fucking brutal and then you consider that she lost him only a week before the album dropped.

The Allman Brothers - At Fillmore East

When a band does a twenty minute live rendition of a song with crazy improvisations and dynamic and tempo changes and shit that activates my serotonin receptors. The Allman Brothers are already a pretty great bluesy jam band in the studio, but live? They don't hold anything back. The longer the improv the more they move away from the rock territory into just blues and jazz. At Fillmore East was the peak of their career and when Duane Allman died just a little after this album's release they never played it quite as bluesy again.

The Rolling Stones - Sticky Fingers

I think that this is a really good album except that maybe they should have significantly rethought Brown Sugar. Maybe a raucous blues rock song about a slave owner raping his slaves should not have been a song they wrote. Other than that grotesque misstep it is easily one of the Stones' best albums. Can't You Hear Me Knocking is a monster blues jam and both Wild Horses and Dead Flowers show off their strength at writing country songs. Sticky Fingers lacks a bit of the oomph that their last two albums had, the big rockers get out of the way early and the major hit is a country ballad. But it definitely has the most Americana of any of the Stones other records from the time period. Dead Flowers is one of my favorite Stones songs just because I love Jagger's American accent, it's so fun.

De La Soul - 3 Feet High And Rising

They changed the game with this one. De La Soul probably managed to single handedly create alternative hip hop by taking a goofier upbeat tone, mixing in some of the first skits in hip hop history, and using copious sampling to create psychedelic influenced beats. The end result was something so tonally dissonant to mainstream hip hop that they got labeled hippies by the press. The beats are so bright and bouncy and every song is catchy. Honestly at this point when I hear Peg by Steely Dan I always think it's gonna be Eye Know by De La Soul. They own that sample in my mind. This is definitely a record that would spawn imitators, if you heard people having this much fun you'd have to be crazy not to wanna be a part of it.

The Clash - s/t

The Clash injected something into the punk scene with their debut. A bit of reggae influence, a distinct rawness, and an attitude that was more extreme than their US contemporaries. A lot of what was happening in the states already showed signs of moving in an artsier direction and The Clash were an innoculation against that. This is probably one of the most important albums ever made. They created a path forward for bands that had a political statement but not a college music degree.

Led Zeppelin - s/t

What? They ranked this one above Zeppelin II? I dont understand. This is a strictly inferior album. Its fun and all but this album is a band still finding their sound. The guitarwork is still too Yardbirdsy and the vocals are aimless. There are a few good heavy jams like Communication Breakdown and Good Times Bad Times, but honestly it isn't as solid as Zeppelin II, III, or IV.

[sleepdepravity]

Actually, I should consider the case of whether one of the bodies is potentially fake.

After all, for Tanaka, all we really know is that there’s a bunch of bloody dismembered limbs in his room. The characters that initially saw the body (which includes the protag) do insist it must be real, with the blood and all, but the narration itself doesn’t really give a convincing argument that it is definitely real. It should also be mentioned that all of these deaths are SUPER bloody. (Dismemberment, beaten to death, stabbed.) You’d expect that whoever the killer was would be covered in blood somehow, but we never see anything like that. The only people covered in blood are the victims.

Are there possibilities for more fake bodies? Hard to say, because some parts of the narration really feels like it glosses over stuff here. Mikitoba’s body strikes me as potentially fake, as I believe that his body was covered under blankets and all they did to confirm his death was feel for a pulse. There’s also a bit of emphasis on how late he was, how he had to go through a bad storm, how it’s lucky that he managed to arrive given that his car got stuck quite a bit or whatever with all the snow, which just further makes me suspicious of him. I guess in which case, the attack on him could indeed be self-inflicted, again for alibi.

All the other bodies seem to be pretty clear cut. The question becomes timing. If Mikitoba’s body is fake, then he would probably have the run of the place, as long as nobody saw him. He would probably also be the one who attacked Toshio, who then probably tried to flee outside and go around to the front door to get back inside, but ended up dying instead. I don’t really remember the layout of the place though.

Oh, also, sudden thought. After killing the inn owners, the murderer also likely would have taken the room keys, which means “locked rooms” are no longer truly locked. So entirely possible for Mari to not kill those two girls, because even if the girls locked the door behind her the murderer could have just gone in with the keys.

Man it really sounds like I’m honing in on this one guy, huh. I’d like to remain flexible about this and all, but I mean. Sometimes you’re just locked into a thought process. Well, I’ll have to see what information other routes will have for me.

A while back I learned about a game that an article said it inspired 999 or was similar to 999 or something like that, named Kamaitachi no Yoru, which was translated to “Banshee’s Last Cry” and released for mobile. And I was like, “cool! I want to try that!” and then found out that it wasn’t possible to play it anymore because it was too old for iOS to let me download it or whatever. So i was sad for a bit and then just moved on.

But then suddenly I was compelled to actually look for a way to play it online and I found it. Anyways, here are some thoughts;

1. I really wish the revamp of the game stayed maybe closer to the original sound novel style instead of remaking it into the contemporary visual novel style. Like, yeah, I’m sure they added some quality of life features that weren’t there back in 1994, but I also feel awkward staring at anime girls and also anime old men. And the silouhettes seem cool.

2. A few things strike me as possibilities for the first murder (Tanaka). First of all, it’s possible that the victim they saw earlier at dinner was not the victim. The characters rightly point out that Tanaka could have been killed earlier than they thought, they just didn’t go the whole way. That he could have been killed earlier, and then the killer impersonated him during dinner and climbed out the window. That potentially accounts for the thudding sound that the protag heard at some point after.

If this is the case (and assuming that this is truly a mystery with no hidden actor) then that would cast something on Mikitoba (or whatever his name is) and the couple that was late. The main reason to do impersonations of victims is to confuse the time of death and give yourself an alibi, and this trick would work best when someone wants the alibi of “I wasn’t even here yet!” If Tanaka is indeed the bank robber, that would also account for the height disparity—the person impersonating him would be a different height, obviously. This also potentially explains why Tanaka was dismembered, as if he was left intact, then it would become clear that the heights didn’t match. However, Mikitoba had a beard, and if I remember right, Tanaka didn’t (I sort of sped through this first round). So unless Mikitoba has a fake beard then it wasn’t likely to be him. Of the couple who arrived late, the husband doesn’t have the right body type and the wife, I don’t think she matches the 5’9” height that the owner cites. (Or many the 5’9” is indeed Tanaka’s actual height and the impersonator’s height is something other than that?)

Anyways I don’t really have thoughts about how the window broke or anything, because I don’t care about that right now.

3. The ending I got for this first run was getting killed by the ski pole (Mari). (By the way there are FORTY-FIVE ENDINGS????? YOU KIDDING ME????) I don’t know how varied the deaths are, if there’s different order of deaths and such depending on what choices you make, but anyways, it strikes me that most of these deaths are probably due to fear or anger as suspicion slowly wears on all these guys. If Mikitoba was Tanaka’s killer, then he honestly might have died naturally from the hit to his head rather than any active murder. I honestly feel like it’s possible he was hit in the head by like. Accidentally knocking into something. Given how low visibility was. Which I guess would be anticlimactic and probably not right, but hey.

The couple that owns the inn likely died because they had the key to the cellar, which is where that husband guy was being held in after being accused as a murderer. Then whoever had the key would go down and kill that guy too. The game really sort of hints heavily as Toshio being that culprit, and then throws a curveball by having him also wind up dead. But if he escaped out the back door to avoid other people, then that would end up explaining why his body shows up at the front door, looking like he was trying to break in. That would mean he died of exposure as he rang the doorbell like an idiot.

Aki and Haruka (or whatever her name was) were killed and their bodies lay next to each other in bed. It wasn’t likely they were killed in their sleep, and instead I guess the killer put them on the bed???? The only real person who had opportunity was Mari for that one, kinda. Which also meant she could have killed the wife as well, who caught her as she was doing the kill and thus had to die too. Though it does make her reaction to the protag killing that other girl sort of weird but then again sometimes things are just weird.

No idea who killed that employee though. I have no thoughts on that.

Anyways I can’t wait to see how wrong I am.

[daddyissuesyo]

Monsta X Yandere Headcanons

tw: implied sexual content, non-sexual consent violation, murder, suicide, emotional and physical abuse, harm/endangerment, severed ties with family, vulgarity

seriously guys this is intense

Shownu: The Protector

- you pique his attention and he asks you out, seemingly normal

- becomes obsessed after the first date and captures you on the second

- avoids physical harm unless absolutely "necessary" to keep you in line. manipulates you until feeling as though you failed him.

- reckless, unconditional love

- you can't help but reciprocate a little; he's just so caring & attentive

- vanilla sex, because he loves you

- funds EVERYTHING you could possibly want: fluffy comforters and a massive mattress, personal maids, deluxe coffee maker, stuffed animals that he doesn't let you name, etc.

- you thought your dynamic was normal until you caught him dragging the limp body of the postman that accidentally saw you changing into a shed

- from that day forth you feared him, yet didn't stop loving him

- "you are my entire world. my everything. we need each other. forever and then some."

- will not kill you unless he convinces himself others will and death by his hands is the better option

Minhyuk: The Deluded

- i n f a n t i l i z e r

- pities you, oh so much

- thinks you are a helpless baby in dire need of rescuing

- treats you like a porcelain doll & refuses to let you make even the smallest decision for yourself

- convinced you are just as infatuated and dependent on him as he is you

- on good days, he will draw bubble baths, play card games with you, and play G rated movies, pausing every minute to explain what happened

- on bad days, he will yell at you, bind your limbs, and carve his name into your flesh

- simply doesn't understand your disobedience and grief and takes it out on you, hoping to "knock sense into you"

- unlike many yandere archetypes, he enjoys parading you about like an accessory. has friends come over to admire you

- "i know it's too much for you to understand, but you need my care. where is this behavior coming from? don't you love me?"

- you'll kill yourself before he can, driven to the point of insanity

Kihyun: The Jealous

- no pets. no friends. no contact with the outside world aside from media he approves.

- shelters you like mother gothel

- insists you cut off all male contacts, even family (if you are lgbtq, it's best not to reveal this to him because then you won't even be able to speak to female family members)

- doesn't hesitate to murder any man you won't cut off. forces you to watch.

- comforts you afterward in a sick way

- you have to PLEAD to go anywhere

- if he allows it, you must wear a face covering and stay by his side

- tends to be rough in bed; he lets loose all his pent-up frustrations on you

- isn't COMPLETELY out of touch with his humanity; treats you well on birthdays and holidays and even permits a supervised phone call with your mother

- "you overwhelm me. you fill me with so much joy and so much rage. you'll never know the effect you have on me, sweetheart."

- inevitable murder-suicide in the end. i give it no more than 5 years.

Hyungwon: The Sadist

- it's all a game of cat and mouse to him; he kidnapped you while you slept after stalking for quite some time

- keeps you in chains in his basement

- decorates his home with your missing posters like a real sicko

- will torture the living shit out of you with no remorse. inflicting fractures, head trauma, slicing you open, digit dismemberment, drowning, strappado

- gets off on your fear more than your pain

- unlike the others, he recognizes when you're suffering; he just doesn't care

- destroys your self-worth and self-esteem by berating and insulting you. it's your fault you can't tell he means "I love you"

- sex entails bondage, degradation, and cruel laughter. incorporates pet names like: "bunny," "little lamb," "kitty," etc.

- may get bored of you and seek out a new victim, leaving you inexplicably desperate for his attention (which is all part of his game)

- always comes back to you after he's maimed and fucked who knows how many people. and you let him every time, holding out hope that he'll stay

- "you're never going to escape me. i hope you know that."

- would rather almost kill you and keep reviving you. you're in it for the long haul.

Jooheon: The Two-faced

- like shownu, things begin typically

- gradually shows his hand over time, but you're blinded by your feelings for him (he's a very good faux boyfriend)

- waits until your most vulnerable moment to attack

- strict and often overbearing; will beat you black and blue to the point of unconsciousness

- will actually apologize, but he doesn't stop

- tries to keep things around that you enjoy and allow domestic hobbies (congratulates your accomplishments but doesn't want to fuel your ego too much because then you'll leave him)

- struggles with internal conflict over how to treat you. wishes he could be more lenient but can't bring himself to

- allows you to have family and friends over while he's present

- very good at acting normal, it's scary. will flash you a psycho smile after they leave.

- "i'm sorry things have to be this way. if only you could see... i really do love you."

- kills himself in the end due to guilt

Changkyun: The Unhinged

- yes, yandere are psychotic, but changkyun is another level

- if you try to escape or resist him, he just stares at you with round eyes, slowly growing a grin that turns into a crazy laughing fit

- protects you from outside forces, unaware that he's the greatest danger in your life

- only upside is he takes you out on the town

- slaps across the face. sometimes at random, just to let you know he's in control

- you live on eggshells, unsure if he's in a loving or violent mood

- a strange dichotomy of worshipping you and craving your attention, yet feeling like you should be the one begging for him

- fucks hard and often, but can't look at you after

- owns an industrial freezer and locks you in there until you collapse from hypothermia III

- "w-were you trying to escape? FUCK no. what don't you understand, hon? you're my fucking property."

- will stab you repeatedly in the end, smiling with tears streaming down his face

Would anyone be interested in me developing these characters/storylines further?

[kandyrezi]

Offers you some pocket lint and also a bag of chocolate buttons and an actual button or two

Can I get some uhhhhhh Yandere Ziki stuff?

—esurient;

pairing: yandere!ziki x reader

warnings: dismemberment, amputation, blood & gore

(a/n: I have no idea what on earth I’m supposed to do with those assortment of items you just electronically gifted me, but thank you anyway -

- yeah, not me thinking to myself upon seeing this ask ‘who tf is ziki?’ ……. OH, THE MOUTH WITCH. moment of enlightenment after that. (there are some bonus headcanons as well at the bottom of this fic! <3))

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

SHE DIPS HER FINGERS into the crimson stain, placing the blood-stained digits on her tongue, identifying the one it belongs to. Unmistakable, no doubt. Her lover's blood isn't as tasty as some of the others' she's consumed – but it's inconsequential. The taste bears no meaning in comparison to the adoration she feels for the one who brightened up her world like no one else ever has.

(she remembers the look in your eyes – lost and confused – the very look you gazed at her with the first time when she spotted you.)

The blood splatters leave her darling's scent lingering, yet they themselves are nowhere to be found – most likely having somehow wandered off to somewhere. You must have hurt yourself, as she doesn't remember you bleeding when she'd left you on your lonesome.

(she fell in love with you the day she'd met you.)

It's too bad no one in this world will come to your aid, not like she did when she first met you. The other witches are all selfish and only acting in their own self-interest.

(not wanting to lose someone so precious and wanting to consummate your love, she took you back to her little place of residence hidden away in the witch world.)

Finding you is laughably easy when you didn't even make it very far in the first place; you're awfully noisy and the tongues on her body have excellent taste receptors. One of the mouths on her braided hair maims you in the thigh, hardly a challenge at all as you're still drowsy from your escape— rather, your impolite, unannounced departure. As you look up at your pursuer hovering on her broom with your one still-intact eye, instead of ghostly white, her eyes shine a captivating yellow much like the mysterious sphere resting in the skies.

You must have seen her then for who she really was.

A witch of hunger and rage.

She didn't want to inject you with her venom. Weaker creatures such as yourself were easily susceptible to it and would likely die from it ("cardiac arrest" Ptomain had described it as) as opposed to becoming immobilised.

You are not the human who had the prettiest lilac eyes who escaped from the mansion of a vampire lord. You are not the leopard seal girl with broken fangs she came across beached on an island.

But you're you, and that's all she cares about.

. . .

The source of light provided by a stream of orange glow from the skies reflected off of the leaves from the trees yet the bright hues do nothing in ways of giving comfort. It could be pitch black and your heart would threaten to beat out of your chest from terror in equal measure.

You're partially blind due to your missing left eye and your surroundings are alien to you. Never would you have willingly entered a maze of unknown woods, yet at this moment you're desperate. You wish some ghastly beast would emerge from from the underground to devour you right then and there to simply end it so you wouldn't have to endure it – anything at all to avoid the deadly clutches of Ziki.

The soles of your feet no doubt have developed callouses and your toes burn from how long you've been running while avoiding getting your ankle stuck in vines or treading on one of the many-eyed endemic snakes. You momentarily lean your weight onto a (hopefully) harmless tree trunk with your dismembered, two-fingered hand.

The wind blows, howling right next to your ear, causing a tremor of shivers to trail down your spine. You feel like you're being taunted, watched with a calculating gaze – you push yourself upright and are ready to sprint (to your death if you have to), but it only takes you less than a second—

The jolt of sharp pain in your thigh forces you to freeze up like an icicle as the painful sensation rapidly spreads through your body. You fall into the dirt with no way to brace yourself with painful collision. something (but you know it's in fact, a someone) has bitten you in the leg and the juncture above your ankle is maimed next.

Ziki might not be hunting you for the purpose of killing you (—or so she's claimed) yet obviously natural predator-prey instincts kick in when the one being hunted down isn't so keen on allowing the one doing the hunting to sink their sharp, sawtooth-like tusk into your thigh so she can't let you get away. Especially now when one of her twin-tail mouths latch on to and break through muscle and tissue, the stream of red running down your leg creating another warm shade of color to paint the woods with. You're too weak to struggle much due to injuries you've sustained back at the witch's residence and on the run, and the fight ends before it can even begin.

You slip in and out of consciousness many times – the words shifts and moves around you, but you aren't sure where you ended up, not until after you wake up again.

The braided witch is saying something but you can't make out all the words.

"Neither your eye... your fingers... enough."

Were you really taken back...?

"It seems... you still don't... the conjoin of our love, so..."

What is this lunatic saying?!

"...Zi-Ziki..."

Your head barely becomes clearer yet it still hurts, you realize it when you feel the tight hold of belts strapping you to a familiar chair by your ankles and shoulders. It must be her kitchen. Where she keeps her jars and other glass containers full of substances you don't want to know about. The herbs and flowers hanging from the walls can't block out the stench you feel oozing from them. You can't really see her, but a smile on her face was normally her default expression, so it's far from a stretch to assume so.

"But I'm not complaining," Ziki keeps on talking, "Not when the meat from your flesh is so... tender. I've been keeping you well-fed and nourished, you can thank Ptomain for giving me some tips. Not sure how she knows so much about the health of your kind, but..."

She leans forward to hold your hand with farce tenderness, her other fingers stroking the outlines of the veins on your wrist below.

"...it's good that you're here now! After this, you'll tell me how much you feel the same way that I do for you~! Don't worry, I won't let you die. A witch's promise."

All the mouths on her body open to showcase their sharp teeth right in front of you. you vaguely register her biting your arm off from the elbow with the mouth on her face while the rest hold your body still to keep you from struggling. It's not a clean bite – she twists and yanks as your bones crack and shatter while tissues come apart under her immense strength. It all happens in less than a few seconds yet your nerves are on fire and you can't remember screaming or crying or pleading – nothing – as your body forces itself into unconsciousness from shock and agony.

You pray you won't wake up again after this time.

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• Ziki has a desire to consume a part of her lover so they're with her always - probably a body part like fingers, an entire limb, earlobe, or an eye (rarely) - possibly keeps some in a jar as well. She "falls in love" easily but is unable to "keep them"for long because she becomes too overzealous in her treatment of them.

• She hates it when her darling runs away from her. It's enough to make her lose her composure and almost kill them when she finds them again - it's mainly a stroke of luck when she doesn't violently lash out at the moment of seeing them.

• Despite how much of a whacko she is, she is actually strategic when it comes to anatomy and knows best places to injure to keep a darling immobile or crippled.

• Ziki doesn't have any healing abilities like some of the other witches. If her darling were a human, they would most likely end up dying from the injuries which she inflicted.

• She is kept under careful watch of the Great Witch to make sure she doesn't go overboard but will sometimes turn a blind eye if it's some stray, weak human (since they don't usually survive under the harsh conditions of PBW anyway).

• While she will otherwise go for anyone, she has a bit of a fetish for humans in particular because she likes how frail and docile they are.

• Feels lonely since the death of her familiar (not caused by her). This might correlate with her desire to keep a plaything to fill in that void (...or it might not).

• The mouths on her body can open and eat things, but can speak with only the one on her face.

• Ziki is friends with Ptomain and Kagimori. Since they can do types of witchcraft that fundamentally differ from one another, Ptomain has given her tips on medical care and health without the need for magic usage. Kagimori sometimes complains about the mess from blood stains on the hardwood floors of Ziki's cottage when she goes in for a visit.

• Her eyes change color depending on her mood; her pupils are pure white when she's feeling more docile, but they turn yellow when her emotions become intense and she feels them strongly.

• Aside from her appetite for flesh, she also likes mandarin oranges.

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(a/n: ziki is literally a blank slate with just a visual appearance, so I got a little creative with her in ways you normally can't with established characters. I wrote the headcanons while i was trying to figure out her personality for just myself initially, but then decided to share them anyway.)

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The Arcana - Cuddles

A/N: Muriel’s route is gonna w r e c k me. - Nemo

Masterlist  

Asra Alzanar

hOMIE, you know how lethargic Asra can get, okay, don’t be surprised if ya’ll end up lounging around all day.

Faust joins. It’s fantastic until she slides around your legs “Jeez Faust, you’re gonna get kicked! You’re cold!” so she ends up sunbathing on the nearby windowsill instead. 

Asra is sooooooo lazy when it comes to days spent cuddling with you. And clingy. If you want anything you need to get it yourself, and only after you pry Asra’s arms and legs off you. If you can manage, you could probably get away with piggy-backing them around while you do the one (1) thing you needed to get out of bed for. 

Asra keeps their face smooshed into your neck. Sometimes you wonder if they’ve suffocated, but then those lazy, half-lidded eyes look up at you and you know “It’s all good. This is where I belong.”

Kisses. All of them. Everywhere. You know those lazy, open-mouthed, morning ones? Yeah, those are Asra’s specialty. 

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Julian/Ilya Devorak 

Guess who the little spoon is! It's not hard! It’s him! Julian! He lives for being the little spoon okay! 

Around you, he falls asleep fast. You’re often stuck under with this dead weight called ‘Julian’ for hours. Bring a book. Or fall asleep too. Whatever you’re into. His record was five hours. All your limbs had fallen asleep after. The pins and needles were the worst. 

When he isn’t sleeping while cuddling you, he’s talking. He doesn’t stop. He can blab to you about safe dismemberment and leeches until the sun rises. (”Sweetie, I know you love cutting off limbs and stuff, but it’s 3 in the morning and I’d like to sleep a little before I work later.”) 

Hah. If you think he’s only about sleeping, and talking when you cuddle, you’re wrong. He gets a bit touchy-feeley too. (It’s Lucio’s influence. It’s rubbed off on him. It’s bad.) Hands go everywhere. So do his lips. 

He’s dealt with self-inflicted suffering for a while, but this makes him think maybe his isn't that bad. You don’t even have to say anything. He knows he doesn’t want to die without being near you one last time.

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Muriel

He’s not used to this (Muriel.exe had stopped working), but oh boy, does he love it anyway.

Inanna! Like Muriel, she’s a heater. It can get pretty hot on Muriels bed, and quickly, so sometimes she get’s kicked off, but other times Muriel feels sorry for her and goes away for a moment to check on the chickens. The he comes back and puts his cold feet on you.

Like mentioned, he runs hot. You don’t like wearing lost of clothes to cuddle with him, and that can make him a red hot mess (”what do you mean you’re only wearing a shirt??”) but eventually he gets used to it and he absolutely loves the fact that he can feel the heat and softness of your skin on his in such an innocent way. 

He’s a big spoon, but only if you cradle his head against your chest while he wraps himself around your torso/legs. He likes listening to your heartbeat. 

He’s not huge on PDA, so when you get to cuddle, he shows it all then. Everything he does shows his love, and gosh it’s so nice. 

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Count Lucio/Montag Morgasson 

Why would you agree to this? You think he can sit still that long?? Huh??? Did you???? He can’t????? I thought you knew that?????? 

Because someone has a short attention span (*cough*lucio*cough*) things can get a bit f r i s k y, but if you’re not in the mood just shove him away. Despite the whining and puppy-eyes, he recovers fast. With you he can change from a raging beast-monster to a little newborn chick. It’s fantastic. 

He’s expensive. He ravishes and spoils you rotten, when you cuddle is no exception. You want snacks? More pillows? Mercedes?  Melchior? What the hell you want Camio for? It’s yours, and you don’t even have to move!

He’s got this whole ‘big, bad, count lucio’ thing going on, but god help him if you offer your side to snuggle into. He’s a dead man the moment you open your arms. He’s a huge softie. 

He loves being close to you, even at parties he’ll slide up to your side and saunter around giving you a side hug for as long as you’ll allow. Days in be cuddling are his favorite. 

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Winnie Ruth Judd: The Trunk Murderess

March 11, 2021

This is one of my all time favourite true crime cases. I first heard about Winnie Ruth Judd, also known as “the Trunk Murderess” a few years ago when my grandmother let me borrow a book she had read about it. The book I read was written by Jana Bommersbach and was truly amazing, she did an incredible job telling the story and did not skip a detail. This is a long case and I will not be covering everything in this short post, however I encourage everyone to do their own research and read the book!

Winnie Ruth McKinnell, also known as Marian Lane later in life, was born on January 29, 1905 in Indiana to parents Rev. H. J. McKinnell who was a Methodist minister and his wife Carrie. 

Winnie met and married Dr. William C. Judd in 1922 at the age of 17. Dr. Judd was 20 years older than Winnie and a World War I veteran and their marriage had various problems. Dr. Judd was a morphine addict who had a hard time keeping down a job thus making the couple move around a lot and face financial struggles. Winnie was unable to have children and this further strained the marriage. 

In 1930 Winnie and her husband were living separately but still communicated quite frequently. Winnie moved to Phoenix Arizona and began working as a governess for a wealthy family. 

It was in Phoenix where Winnie met John J. Halloran, also known as “Happy Jack�� by the media. Happy Jack was a very well known businessman and extremely good looking and though he was married him and Winnie began an affair. 

Winnie found a job working as a secretary at a medical clinic and this where she would meet her two best friends, Agnes Anne LeRoi and Hedvig “Sammy” Samuelson who were roommates having moved from Alaska to Phoenix due to Sammy contracting tuberculosis. Tuberculosis was extremely common back in the 1930′s and it was known that areas of warmer climates helped those with TB get better, so Phoenix being an extremely hot and sunny place was ideal. 

Anne and Sammy also knew Happy Jack and it seems as though they were very flirty with him as well. Jack apparently was the ladies “meal ticket” they relied on him heavily financially and emotionally and he had made a connection with all of them.

 The three women hit it off and soon became fast friends, with Winnie even moving in with Anne and Sammy for a brief period in 1931, though she soon moved out in her own apartment as there was some differences among them. I’m assuming these differences were very minor, they just seemed to have differences about running a household because the three remained besties even after Winnie moved out on her own. 

On the night of October 16, 1931 an alleged fight broke out between the three women and Winnie Ruth Judd murdered Anne LeRoi and Sammy Samuelson. Winnie shot both women with a .25 caliber handgun in their bungalow and what she did with the bodies is extremely disturbing. 

Two days later on October 18, 1931 Winnie boarded the train on her way to Los Angeles, California and had two trunks of luggage with her. However, one of the baggage handlers said the luggage smelled really bad as well as he could see some kind of “fluid” escaping from them. He notified the district baggage agent thinking that what was inside the trunks was just deer meat. How wrong he was.

 The trunks were then tagged to be held for inspection and when asked for the key to open the trunks Winnie Ruth Judd claimed she did not have a key for them. The trunks were sent to the police station where the police finally opened them and what was found inside was extremely disturbing. 

The dismembered body of Sammy Samuelson were found inside of the trunks, while Anne LeRoi’s body was found stuffed into a trunk but completely intact; she had not been dismembered. Winnie was not there when the police discovered the contents in the trunks, she had actually gotten her brother to pick her up and drop her off somewhere in L.A. When the contents of the trunks were discovered Winnie Ruth Judd had disappeared though she eventually turned herself in a few days later on October 23, 1931. 

Of course Winnie became the prime suspect right away since she literally was attempting to travel with two trunks full of her best friends dismembered bodies. She was dubbed “The Trunk Murderess” “Tiger Woman” and “The Blonde Butcher” and the media had an absolute field day with it. 

The main motive people suspected was obviously jealously. The prosecution believed that Winnie had murdered her friends because they also had feelings for Happy Jack and that the women were fighting over him when they were killed. 

When police visited the bungalow where the murders took place on October 19, 1931 they made some shocking discoveries. According to police it did not appear as if the women were shot during an enraged fight at all, it appeared as though they were actually shot and killed in their sleep. 

The strange part was that both of the women’s mattresses were not found in the house when police went. One mattress was found miles away in a vacant lot with no blood stains on it and one mattress was never found at all. 

Winnie Ruth Judd’s trial began on January 19, 1932. She was only being tried for the murder of Anne though, not Sammy, therefore the dismemberment aspect was never brought up in court because Anne had not been dismembered. 

They argued that the murders were premeditated and that Winnie had planned this due to the fact that the women’s friendship was deteriorating with jealously over Jack Halloran. Winnie herself had a gunshot wound on her left hand which they believed was self-inflicted; her attempt to take the blame off of herself. 

Winnie Ruth Judd was charged with first-degree murder on February 8 and was sentenced to hang on February 17, 1933. They figured a death sentence would make Winnie confess who her accomplice was because a lot of people found it impossible that a small woman like Winnie Ruth Judd would have been able to kill, dismember, and get the bodies in the trunks all on her own. 

However, Winnie’s death sentence was overturned after they found her mentally incompetent and she was sent to the Arizona State Asylum for the Insane on April 24, 1933. 

Jack Halloran became under suspicious when it was found that he had been having an affair with Winnie. Lots of people believed that he was Winnie’s accomplice in the murders and had helped her dismember them. Winnie testified against Jack in mid January 1933. 

Winnie claimed that on the night of the murders she had gone over to Anne and Sammy’s place to hangout and play bridge with them. At one point she said the three women began fighting because Winnie had told them that another woman Jack had been seen hanging with named Lucille Moore had syphilis and was being treated for it. Supposedly the women began telling Winnie that she needed to let Jack know about the syphilis but Winnie told the women she could not tell Jack about Lucille’s medical history because of her job and the risk of losing it plus according to her Jack and Lucille were just friends. 

Anne and Sammy did not believe this and Anne threatened Winnie telling her she would tell Jack about Lucille’s syphilis. Winnie fighting back told Anne that if she told Jack, Winnie would go around and tell everyone that Anne and Sammy were lesbians which I think was a rumour going around considering the two women lived together and were unmarried at their age, and back in the 1930′s that was insane. 

Winnie said the women started physically attacking her and she killed them in self defence. I just want to say the above information about syphilis and lesbianism is from one source I found and there is probably no way of knowing if this is exactly what started the fight between the three women. 

Jack’s team argued that Winnie was crazy and that this was the story of a crazy person and Jack was freed from the case on January 25, 1933 though his reputation was still ruined and he eventually fell out of business and died in 1939. 

Winnie escaped from the asylum a total of 6 times, with the longest time being from 1963 to 1969 when her identity was finally discovered in California and she was taken back to Arizona. 

Winnie Ruth Judd was paroled on December 22, 1971 and in 1983 she was issued an absolute discharge meaning she was no longer considered a parolee. Winnie Ruth Judd died at the age of 93 on October 23, 1998 in Stockton California. 

Winnie had written a confession in 1933 stating that she had planned to murder Anne due to her fighting for Jack’s affection with Winnie. Winnie claimed she had not intended to kill Sammy, but when Sammy walked in on Winnie and found Anne dead she began to fight with her. In this confession Winnie said that everything had been done by her alone, she had not had an accomplice, not even to help her transport the trunks. 

Some people do not believe that this is a true confession, they think that Winnie just wrote this in an attempt to keep going with an insanity plea. So what do you guys think? Is Winnie guilty of murdering her friends in cold blood, did she really just mean to kill Anne or did she kill both women in self-defense? I’d love to hear what you guys think about this one!

I barley scratched the surface of all of the interesting information about this case, I 100% recommend you all look further into this one because it’s insanely interesting to me and there’s so much more to it. 

I don’t think we will ever truly know what happened on the night of October 16, 1931, but after almost 90 years this case still haunts America.