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whump-card · 1 year ago
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This Death That I Chose: Chapter 1
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CW: implied past noncon, derogatory language
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“My name is Lark.”
Joshua Tao studied their new captive carefully. The two of them sat opposite each other in the makeshift interrogation room – a back room in the abandoned house the Watch had set up in, the windows boarded closed. The prisoner had shackles on his ankles and wrists, and with his left arm in a cast from elbow to palm and resting in a sling he was forced to hold his right hand up awkwardly to avoid jostling it. Tao was deeply puzzled by him. The Watch had captured him purely by chance: they strayed too far into the ruins during a night patrol due to an over-enthusiastic new member, and spotted a Military transport van moving along an abandoned track. A split-second decision led to the van being stopped, boarded, and overpowered. When the fighting was over, the Watch headed home to their little rebel settlement with four prisoners – until the three captured soldiers cracked open their cyanide teeth and had to be left to rot in the ruins. That left them with one: silent, wide-eyed, with a broken arm, and clearly the transport’s primary passenger. The soldiers had fought wildly to protect him.
The prisoner was no soldier himself, of that Tao was certain. He had a slim build, hardly any muscle at all, clearly revealed by the sleeveless turtleneck he wore. He had pale skin and silky black hair that was too long and well cared for. Neither did he have the age or aura of an officer; the young man had put up no fight, and now stared down at the table between them, refusing to risk antagonizing his captors with eye contact. His face – which looked small penned in by the dark of mop of his hair and the high turtleneck – was ashen and slick with sweat, the result of the hours-long slog through the ruins on a hot summer night. He didn’t seem scared, though. Instead he seemed cold. Detached.
“Your name is Lark.” Tao echoed, drumming his fingers on the holster of his gun. Like the bird? “Okay, ‘Lark.’ What were you doing in a Military transport going through the ruins in the middle of the night?”
“We were returning from the Conservatorium to the Capital.”
Tao wasn’t expecting such a straightforward answer. The young man’s voice was quiet, with a smooth, controlled cadence.
“What were you doing at the Conservatorium?” Tao asked.
“I needed to see a doctor there.”
“For your arm? It doesn’t look bad enough to warrant a trip to the Con.”
“It was… Badly infected.”
Lark’s first hesitation. Tao made a mental note of that, and moved on.
“So you live in the Capital?”
“Yes, sir.”
‘Sir’? He really doesn’t want any trouble.
“What do you do there?”
Another pause. Lark’s eyes darted back and forth, searching the table for the best answer. Tao suppressed a smile.
“I don’t know anything useful to you,” Lark said carefully.
“That’s not what I asked.” Tao leaned forward. “You’re a scientist, aren’t you? Pumping out murder machines, getting top-notch medical treatment when an experiment goes wrong?”
Lark was shaking his head before Tao even finished talking.
“No, sir. I’m not a scientist. I don’t know anything.”
“Sounds like something a scientist would say.”
“I’m not. You shouldn’t keep me here.”
“Woah!” Tao laughed, “Giving orders already? And here I was, thinking you were a pushover.”
“No, sir, what I mean is, people will miss me, in the Capital. They will come looking.”
Emotion was starting to color Lark’s voice for the first time: a hint of desperation.
“They won’t find us,” Tao said.
“You think he doesn’t know you’re out here?” Defiance. And he.
“So you do know things.”
Lark finally looked up from the table, his eyes meeting Tao’s for the first time. They were dark bronze, like late-season honey.
“No, not anything useful, I swear.” Gone was his carefully measured tone and pace. His words flowed quickly and betrayed a slowly rising panic. “If you keep me here you’ll learn nothing from me and the Commander will destroy this place to get me back. You should trade or ransom me for something that’s actually valuable as soon as you can.”
“Aww,” Tao’s voice dripped with fake sympathy, “It almost sounds like you care about us.” He laughed, then grew serious again. “And it sounds like you’re pretty important to the big guy.”
Lark hesitated again before admitting it.
“Yes, sir. I am. In fact -” He gained a second wind of boldness, leaning forward slightly. “In fact, the Commander took a great risk in resources and political standing by sending me through the ruins to the Conservatory for emergency medical care. He has gone through great lengths to ensure my health and safety, and I know he’d be willing to offer you anything you wanted in exchange for my safe return. But… he’s not a patient man. You’d need to act quickly.”
“Well, what I want is my home, my country, and my brother back.” Tao stared Lark down. “I don’t think that’s going to happen, do you?”
Lark was left speechless, his open mouth trembling slightly. Tao stood.
“I’m going to give you some time to think. I’m sure you can come up with something interesting to tell me. If not… We’ll help you out.”
Tao started to leave, but heard chains rattling behind him.
“Um, please, wait!”
Lark’s tone was much different now. He was scared – clearly he hadn’t thought Tao would cut off their conversation so soon. Tao turned back.
“What is it, thought of something already?”
“No, sir, sorry, I – my arm,” Lark gestured weakly to his sling, “It’s not fully healed. I had antibiotics with me on the transport, I need them so that the infection doesn’t… come back. Please.”
Tao nodded slowly.
“We’ll see,” was all he said.
Tao left the room and found himself toe-to-toe with Becca and Vic, who had been listening just outside the door. They said nothing but made expressive faces as Tao mockingly waved them away and bolted the door – the lack of soundproofing went both ways. How Tao wished they had a real interrogation room, with an intercom and a slick one-way window. But buildings like that hardly existed anymore outside of the Commander's hold.
The three of them moved from the small hallway to what had once been someone’s living room, but was now the Watch’s meeting and strategy room. Vic, the Watch’s other leader along with Tao, practically exploded.
“This is crazy. Do you really think he’s a scientist?”
Tao let out a long breath, cracking his knuckles one by one. The whole thing had him more tense than he realized.
“He’s gotta be. I don’t know what else. If he was some kind of laborer or domestic servant, he could’ve just said.”
Becca, the rebel community’s de-facto “mayor,” snapped her fingers to get the two men’s attention.
“Hey. Did I mishear, or did you vaguely threaten him with torture? Because we’re not doing that. Ever.”
“Oh, jeez, no,” Tao put up his hands, “I was just trying to scare him.”
“Aww,” Vic complained, “Can’t we rough him up just a little? He’s part of a fascist regime!”
“No,” Becca insisted, “And Tao, you better track down that medicine he needs. We respect the Geneva Convention in this house.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Vic, how goes the data retrieval from the Military van?” Becca asked.
“It’s going,” Vic nodded, “We should know a lot more about who this guy is very soon.”
“Good. We’ll talk to ‘Lark’ again when we do. Until then,” she pointed to Tao, “Medicine, and,” she turned her finger toward Vic, “Guard him. No funny business.”
Vic gave a lazy salute. “Got it.”
~~~
Tao was going to get the medicine, he really was. But after being out all night and the skirmish over the transport van, he was exhausted, starving, and had a few bumps and scrapes that were begging for attention. Sustenance came first: he left the house that served as the Watch’s headquarters and walked down the cracked and weathered road to the cookhouse.
The little rebel “town” was modest. It was a ragtag collection of survivors that had set up in an abandoned semi-rural neighborhood, guarded and provided for by volunteer Watchmen who scavenged the nearby city ruins. The houses were spaced apart, and there was thick tree coverage that kept them visually shielded from any aerial eyes that didn’t know what they were looking for.
The cookhouse was a home that had been remodeled shortly before the war to sport a modern open floor plan. This made it the largest indoor space, and combined with its state-of-the-art kitchen it was the best mess hall they could manage.
Tao knocked back two cups of instant coffee and some watery eggs, fending off questions from other breakfast-goers about the Watch’s new prisoner. He only just got here. Yeah, yeah, we’ll make an announcement if he spills something juicy. Only the cook on duty cared to ask him how his food was, chuckling out a good-humored “Today is a disaster!” when he couldn’t fake a good enough smile.
Once he had some peace, he rolled the prisoner’s words around in his head. “Lark.” Yeah, right. But…
“You should trade me for something that’s actually valuable.”
The young man hadn’t sounded like he was lying.
~~~
Tao went to the infirmary next. Their doctor, Faye, was a bony old woman with an ornery personality, but she got the job done.
Once Tao had been patched up and downed some ibuprofen he asked her if his crew had dropped anything off for her. She unceremoniously shoved a shoe box of various supplies into his hands.
“I haven’t gone through it yet,” Faye said, “Looks like quality stuff.”
“Yeah, well…” Tao shuffled through the spare sling and packets of bandages to pull out a pill bottle – the antibiotics. “These were for the prisoner we took, and I think he still needs some of it.”
Faye scoffed.
“That’s good medicine, and we’re wasting it on some fash bastard? Tell me you’re not serious.”
Tao shrugged weakly in the face of her ire.
“Geneva convention?”
~~~
Tao escaped the infirmary without any new injuries and made his way back to the HQ with the shoebox tucked under his arm. Inside he found Vic, bouncing on his heels and practically glowing as he scrolled on a tablet.
“You’re never going to believe this!” Vic crowed.
“What is it? You retrieve the van data?” Tao grinned, certain his scientist theory would pay off.
“Yeah we did! And guess who our little friend in there is.”
“Just spit it out, Vic!”
“He’s the Commander’s whore. Listen to this.”
Tao found himself spinning between Vic’s infectious delight and a horrible sinking feeling. He opened his mouth but was cut off by a compressed, crackly recording emitting from Vic’s tablet.
“Home base, this is transport 562, we have departed Conservatory with the fucktoy, en route to home, ETA 07:00, over.
“Transport 562, this is home base, we read you, please be advised to keep your language clean on the coms, over.”
“Yes sir, revise to: we have departed with the… boytoy. Over.”
“…”
“The Commander’s main squeeze? Over.”
“Jeremy I swear to God-”
Vic stopped the recording with a cackle.
“Can you believe it? No wonder he didn’t want to tell us what his job was!”
Vic continued to laugh, slapping his knee, and Tao felt a hollow, automatic chuckle escape his own mouth. Because… it was funny… right?
“Can you imagine what kind of… literal ass-kisser this dude must be?” Vic wheezed, nearly tearing up, “Who in their right mind would fuck that Palpatine-lookin’ motherfucker-”
“Hey, let me see that.” Tao dropped the shoebox of medical supplies on the table and grabbed at the tablet. Vic handed it over, sinking into a chair.
“Oh shit, who fucks who? D’you think -” Vic’s words were consumed by his own laughter as Tao scrolled frantically through the info scraped from the van. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for, but he found the Conservatory’s visit summary.
“Lark.” No surname.
Based on his birthdate, he’s… 22. Shit.
“Arrived with compound fractures of both the radius and ulna, and severe infection. Patient reports arm was broken twice and set improperly the first time. Patient is unclear when the infection set in.” …Twice?
“Pain management disregarded upon request of the payee.”
Tao dropped the tablet to the table with a clatter and scrabbled at the shoe box, upturning the contents and spreading them out with shaking hands. Vic stared at him, finally coming down from his hysterics.
“What’re you doing?”
“There’s no pain meds!”
“What?”
Tao grabbed the antibiotics and rushed past Vic towards the back room.
“Woah!” Vic jumped up to follow him, “Shouldn’t we wait for Becca?”
Tao ignored him, unbolting the door and flinging it open.
“Lark-”
Tao choked.
In stark contrast to his stiff, prim, upright posture earlier, Lark now sat slumped over, head on the table.
“Hey!” Tao shouted at him. Vic came in to stand beside him, cursing.
Lark didn’t move.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Tao darted around the table, stuffing the antibiotics into his pocket. He put one hand under Lark’s head and one on his shoulder and tried to lift him up without upsetting the broken arm, only to find it already pulled awkwardly out of the sling by the shackled weight of the boy’s other arm. Luckily the cast was holding strong. Lark’s head lolled back, and his eyelids fluttered. His color was even worse than it was earlier and his forehead was hot and slippery with sweat under Tao’s hand.
“Help me!” Tao waved Vic over, “Undo the shackles!”
“Are you sure-”
“Does he look like he’s going to escape, Vic?! Get your head out of your ass!”
Vic hustled over and Tao eased Lark’s broken arm back into the sling and held it steady as Vic sorted through his key ring and unlocked the shackles. Lark let out a tiny, pained whimper that made Tao want to throw up.
“Shit, okay, we gotta – we gotta get him to Faye!”
Vic kicked the shackles out of the way.
“Are you sure-?”
“Vic, I swear I will explain what I think is happening here, but he needs help first.”
Vic hesitated, but understood that stopping to argue would get them nowhere. He nodded.
“Thank you. Okay, Lark?” Tao placed a hand on Lark’s burning cheek to gently tilt his face towards his own. “We’re gonna help you walk a little ways, can you do that for me?”
Lark’s eyes fluttered open, and his unfocused gaze wandered over Tao’s face. His eyes abruptly filled with tears, and he took in a sharp breath.
“Please,” he whispered, “Please don’t break my arm again.”
Tao looked up and met Vic’s solemn stare. The other man had finally grasped that something was wrong.
This was going to be a lot more complicated than they thought.
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Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy
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lotus-pear · 4 months ago
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mourning black and the death of ideals
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dalvs-wife · 2 months ago
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all i'm saying is that one of them probably had to carry clover's body to that coffin in the castle
edit: read the first tag, thank you
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bluerosefox · 4 months ago
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Her Astrophel and Sterling
hmmm
Hmmmmmmmm
You know what.
You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.
Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.
DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!
YES.
Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.
"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."
"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"
Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.
and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."
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brainrotcharacters · 3 months ago
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The thing that gets me giddy is the fact that Logan goes from "Do I know you, bub?" to "WADE! You don't have to do this!"
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dykedvonte · 1 month ago
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I think about the fact Anya locking herself in the infirmary with Curly to kill herself and how it is in way reclaiming a space that was initially hers from Jimmy.
Not to mention how she must've been aware of Jimmy's obsession with Curly and the idea that he would lose his power over the both of them (based on the fact she likely thought they would never get the door open) and having to face the responsibility of two deaths being on his hands as acting captain.
It was her final act of agency stuck on that ship with her abuser and it says something that she chose to die next to Curly, despite his inaction, leaned against him as if they were just in a casual conversation before her death. Despite everything, Anya made the final decision on her own terms and it speaks volumes considering her treatment and demeanor up until that point.
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demigods-posts · 3 months ago
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imagine a world where the heroes of olympus series was one big crossover. a world where we meet an eleven year old boy named jason, no last name because it reminds him of his mother — a drunk who literally threw him to the wolves as a toddler. jason, who's earliest memory is chewing on a stapler and his older sister tending to the wound on his bottom lip — but he hasn't seen or heard from her since they were separated years ago. jason, who grew up reaching for the sky like a purpose, desperate for a chance to prove himself. jason, who fought to save the world at fifteen years old. and jason, who finds himself in the grand canyon four months later with no memory of who he is or where he came from, feet away from some frantic sixteen year old girl in search of some dude named percy jackson. imagine what this could have been.
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ectonurites · 6 months ago
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so can jason stay dead this time or
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lawllight · 1 year ago
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lawlight… save me… save me lawlight
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jonsnowunemploymentera · 4 months ago
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Rhaegar Targaryen is easily one of GRRM’s best deconstructions of the genre and we don’t talk about it enough. He’s prince living in a world full of magic and wonder that has dwindled over time. His own family had a great monopoly on one of the most magical phenomena (dragons) to ever exist, but they lost this control over time and it was due to their own faults. But there’s an all encompassing hope that this magic, these dragons, will come back. They all live within the promise that it will all be back and with a huge bang. It’s all so romantic. Magical forces of ice and fire battling it out in a song.
Then there’s Rhaegar, a prince born for the sole purpose of being this song’s romantic hero. He already has his destiny mapped out and it will be a great one, greater than any other man who ever lived. It’s a song of ice and fire, and Rhaegar is its bard. You’d expect this to give him joy. Yet by all accounts, he was depressed as fuck. I think he’s unfairly earned the reputation of having an ego so big to think that he will be the hero….but that’s quite literally the point of his existence. He was born to be the hero. He paid the price at birth to be the hero. How can he revel and glory in this destiny when he has no say in it?
So it’s genuinely funny that when given the chance, Rhaegar immediately pivots to someone else taking on this burden. But how tragic for him that he cannot escape it too far. Because it will be none other than his own son who, under a “bleeding star”, is marked at conception for this great destiny without a say. More than his ego, Rhaegar is marked by the inability to escape this duty. His whole life is dedicated to fulfilling a duty he can never escape. He isn’t just a future king, prophecy dictates that the world’s survival is placed squarely on his shoulders. Even when he isn’t the hero, he’s now responsible for raising him…
…but then he makes one decision and it all comes crumbling like a pack of biscuits. He escapes this burden…but dies. And his successor dies too. And now the ones who will inherit his legacy are two people who never knew him. They never knew of his burdens, of this prophecy. But they too cannot escape its jaws. I think this does bring up some interesting questions about the nature of fate and destiny in the world of ice and fire. Can you really escape it? Rhaegar tried to, and paid the price for his defiance, but he never truly made it out because the burden instead jumped to the son (and sister) he never knew. Funny thing is that in a bizarre (and tragic, in its own way) twist of fate, this son was brought up entirely without the trappings of power that depressed Rhaegar. Rhaegar was a dazzling prince, Jon is a bastard. Rhaegar was marked by his great inheritance, Jon is marked by the lack thereof. Does fate say “well the first one got too depressed by having too much so let’s give the next one nothing?” Even Dany, who grows up a princess does not have the privileges that Rhaegar did. So how does upbringing craft a hero and the choices they make? Welll, GRRM had given us two versions of Rhaegar’s tragedy in Jon and Dany for us to see.
Rhaegar’s impact on the meta-narrative is honestly so massive. Like I’d put him right up there with Quentyn, Sansa, and Bran as one of the best genre deconstructions in the series and no one can tell me otherwise.
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furiosophie · 1 year ago
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it's something sinister to love without regard for dear tomorrow
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whump-card · 7 months ago
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Lark, from This Death That I Chose!
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rnbwtrout · 5 months ago
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I wanted to try using colored pencils over watercolor (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)
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purrfectlycontent · 7 months ago
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till’s pupils reflecting red only when he’s looking directly at ivan
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reggiestein · 7 months ago
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Thank GOD death note didnt come out in 2024 matsuda wouldve had tiktok and been annoying about it
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beresaad · 2 months ago
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✷ Katallis, the Death card ✷
↳ A forcible change. From Tallis to Inquisitor, from Qunari to Tal-Vashoth, Katallis seized a new life for herself and for fellow Ben-Hassrath The Iron Bull in her own hands. The killing of her old self and the rise of her new life.
my first attempt at a dragon age tarot card!! it. Was difficult but fun and i learned a lot !! please enjoy my girl killing her old self for her and her mans
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