#tw:violence

[cass-artblog]

Mouthwashing gave me so many thoughts and hit home in a lot of ways.

[untoldsoup]

(This is a sequel, start from first comic here!)

This is chapter 6! Please read chapter 5 first, or start from the beginning here!

trigger warnings: blood, violence, nudity (censored), uncomfortable themes

managed to get this out just in time for march tenth (MAR10), mario day (well a day early but still lol)

This might be the last update for a bit since I have a upcoming surgery in a few months and have a lot to do for that. i will try and get a few redraws from the 'change' comic done if I can though. I Hope I censored everything to tumblr's guidelines so this doesn't get taken down or my account marked mature lol. Really enjoyed drawing the interactions between these two in this chapter.

Put a lot of time and effort into drawing these pages so comments and reblogs welcome!

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previous chapter: chapter 5

next chapter: TBD

[captain-clandestiny]

Take and Leave

Smooth, steel digits unfurled around her own- easily, and entirely eclipsed under the shadow they cast. Massive artificial joints flexed and retracted with an ease rivaling even that of human capacity. The familiar whirring of pistons underneath armored plates was now near impossible to discern from the cacophony of gunshots and voices echoing off what was left of the west wing rooftops. In her once empty palm rested a small USB stick that almost looked older than she was. Scratches of blue and orange on the long side obscured a logo that had once been printed on there, and a ball chain strand had been woven through a hole on the opposite end of the applicator. No label, no logo, but she had a hint to what it contained. 

“L-Lanning, I…” her voice was hoarse, a couple decibels shy of a wheeze. “...is this…?” 

She kept the hand extended in front of her, neither accepting nor rejecting the responsibility he was preparing to assign her. The chain tied through the device swayed in air that smelled of smoke and death, bursts of gunfire echoing off what was left of the rooftops.

“Listen.” A shudder ran through the floor under her feet, rivaling that of her own shivering as the mech dropped a knee to the ground, setting its single, rounded lens in her direction. He leaned in closer, the glass hovering inches away from her arm before the body completely stilled. But she didn’t waver, not even flinch.

“This is it, didn’t you say? Remember you told me?? There’s–! You’re–! They destroyed everything else!! There’s nothing left! There’s no coming back if you– you–”

On the smooth camera surface, the reflection of the woman standing amidst what was left of the third floor medical studio was not a forgiving one. An ugly frown creased the flesh of her cheeks around a quivering lower lip, filtering her words into a pathetic stutter. Streaks of blood painted her face and uniform. Some patches old, flaky and dry, some fresh, sticky, still wet. 

“I’m not letting you do this. There’s people that need you, Lan… I…”

“No,” his artificial voice overpowered any resistance, leaving silence in its wake.

With a single finger, he pushed the hand holding the drive to her chest before she had the chance to throw it away. He knew just this gesture would be sufficient to express his command, but he still lingered there for a second more. Underneath the angled fingertip, kinetic sensors mapped a signature. Only until he felt bruised, bloodied fingers closing around the drive did he let up.

“Listen,” he repeated. “Not another living soul touches this. Not crew, not your mother, not the leader of the free world.”

“Just give me the fucking nuclear codes at this point! Anything but this!”

In her grip, the USB felt foreign. Flat corners dug into the heel of her palm, but the weathered edges inflicted no pain. She almost wished she’d been tasked to the Nautilean unit instead so she could crush it rather than submit to this decision she had no choice in.

“Please,” she pleaded, a sob hitched in her throat. “We’ve had our disagreements, and you’ve always been right. You’re always right, b-but just once just listen to me!”

It was almost poetic. A stubborn force against a static object. Back and forth until you couldn’t hear the screams any more. But as the booms of artillery intensified, it was clear who the victor would be. She took one second to breathe, struggling to gather her thoughts and hear her own voice with explosions dotting the sky every other second. And one second too much, as that was all it took for the robot to decide she’d lingered long enough. 

“This is not a debate, this is an order. Go. Now.” Ignoring a handful of whitecoats that had paused along their escape route to take in the spectacle, he pinched the length of her tie that had been fluttering freely from the uniform jacket. The artificial voice, amplified by the size of its vessel easily commanded her attention, as well as that of the passing survivors. 

Careful not to rip it straight off her neck, or drag her over the third floor edge, he tugged it closer as he quietly added,”and tuck this stupid thing in before you lose it.” In the vicinity of interested ears, it was unsure whether he was referring directly to the tie, or the USB of interest looped under her collar.

“As far as my detections yield, you are the last ones,” he announced to everyone now, raising his visor as if to affirm it with a final scan. “Endeavour has already departed. Supervisor Evans, I’ve rerouted you to the Pacer.”

Evans made himself known at the far end of the hallways as he fumbled with the tablet in his breast pocket. It bathed his face in a ghostly blue light, undoubtedly the site navigation UI that pretty much every staff had to reference daily. From the angle he held it in the crook of his arm, the path clearly outlined in red, blinking dashes affirmed the directions were received. Satisfied, the mech straightened its posture again, taking a step back to rise to its full height.

“They will not wait long. Run, there is nothing more to be salvaged here.”

HIIII yes im aware of the visual discrepancies between the images... lets just say this took a good week or two to actually finish. "finish." i dont like how it came out, but im glad i could finish it because WOW this has been a scene lingering in my head for a long time. better to draw than do nothing at all right. i could spend all day nitpicking everything i rendered wrong that i don't yet have the skillset to fix, but instead i am going to sleep before 2 am :)

wait!! before i go!! this is not lannings final design btw!!!! please!!!!!! bear with me!!!!!!!!! im still designing the body though i got his head together lolol

[darkheartedprince]

DIAL TONE .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Riku's fingers drummed around his gummiphone as he listened to that voicemail response . One week since Sora had disappeared . It was only a week , surely Sora would come back . . . right ?

[ [ R i g h t ] ] ?

❝ -- Hey , Sora . It's me . I don't know where you went this time , and Kairi's really worried about you . . . But I promised her I'd find you . You better answer next time I call . ❞

He hoped it would be EASY , but a [ [ f o o l ] ] would expect that to be the case . The first time he made that call he was standing on the beach at the peak of the day staring at the SAME place where their journey started all those years ago .

. . . Now , history was repeating itself .

Weeks turned into MONTHS , and suddenly Riku found himself standing in the Hundred Acre Wood staring at a picture of Sora on his gummiphone . While Pooh did his best to comfort him , Riku was able to return the kindness to the golden - yellow bear and assure him that Sora's okay he's just . . . sleeping .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Riku's lips formed a hyphen as silence followed that HALLOWING beep for the tenth time . His aquamarine eyes stared at the screen while the clock counted up .

❝ -- Hey , Sora . . . it's me , again . I- ❞

' - And Pooh !'

Riku smiled slightly as he nodded , ❝ Y-Yeah , and Pooh . I'm going back to every place you told me about . You aren't in one of them . . . Where are you . . . ? Call me back ? Please ? ❞

-- All I wanted was an answer . . .

As he ended the call , Riku felt the [ [ p l u s h ] ] arms of a certain bear wrap around his leg . He couldn't bring himself to look down -- he couldn't get himself to look down and see someone with as much HOPE in their eyes as Sora used to have .

. . . It'd KILL him .

' Don't worry , Riku ! Wherever Sora is , he's probably just having a big smackeral of honey and a good nap ! '

While Riku knew that was probably true , there was something in his gut that was telling him otherwise . Regardless , the silverette placed a callused hand on Pooh's head to offer him a sense of comfort .

❝ . . . Yeah , I'm sure he is . ❞

A short time following that conversation , and a brief snack later , and Riku was back on his gummiship soaring through the galaxy to find his best friend .

Then those months quickly became a YEAR . Every time he felt a vibration in his pocket he would feel a tinge of hope in his heart that the person reaching out to him was Sora after all this time ! Yet . . . It never was . It was always Mickey telling about his next Master's mission , or Kairi telling her of a memory she had , and Namine wishing him a safe journey. Or Terra , telling him to be careful and not to kill himself looking for Sora because he knew , all too well , that he would .

The world he heavily AVOIDED was the Realm of Darkness , because it was a world that they had escaped together many a time . Oh , how he [ [ w i s h e d ] ] he wasn't there . Just like every other world , Riku explored it from top to bottom , fending for his [ [ l i f e ] ] where he needed to and finding shelter when he could . After . . . who knew how long , Riku's boots gently crushed the darkened sand of the shore as he looked out at the hauntingly familiar indigo sunset .

By now in his search , sleep was becoming a thing of the past . Maybe a nap here or there , or a quick snack , but no solid meals . . . and no longer bouts of sleep . His mind was too focused on something MORE important than his own well-being . As his hope started to crumble , the harrowing voices in his mind grew louder while his mental and physical health fell victim to darkness .

What was worse ? That every time he closed his eyes he could see GHOSTS of what they all used to have and how happy they were . . . Then Riku walked away , now Sora .

Still . . .

Once again , a trembling hand reached into his pocket to take out his gummiphone . As he had done so many times at this point , Riku dialed Sora's number . This time , he put it on speaker while he simply stared out at the water .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Deep from within his chest , Riku let out a heavy sigh . His fingers twisted around his gummiphone as he turned over his left shoulder and somberly made his way back to his gummiship . . . again .

❝ -- Hey , Sora . It's me . Where the fuck are you ? This isn't a game anymore , Sora ! You know that , don't you ? ❞

He SQUEEZED his eyes shut while he leaned his back against the side of his gummiship .

❝ -- You disappeared without a trace . Kairi doesn't even know where the fuck you went . You better have a good reason for what you did . . . You owe us , Sora . ❞

All I wanted was an answer --

He bit his lip as he hesitated before adding on very quietly , ❝ . . . You owe her . ❞

-- All I needed was to know .

Then he hung up , climbed back into his ship and headed on his way as he had hundreds of times before . At this point , he was starting to lose hope .

And he [ [ r a r e l y ] ] did that .

One year swiftly became two , then three , then four . . . Each day was the same , in and out . Everywhere he went , Riku asked faces new and old if they had seen Sora , or had an inkling of where he might be , but he always ended up with nothing or at a dead end . Eventually , and after years of being away from home on this massive search , Riku FINALLY managed to drag himself back . Once the front door was locked , now a shell of who he once was , warn - down boots dragged along hardwood floors to the bathroom . The bag he brought with him he had managed to drag halfway through the house before dropping it carelessly in the hallway . With a THUD , bruised hands clutched at the counter of the sink as he looked at himself in the mirror .

His normally bright , ocean - teal eyes were dark and heavy from years of EXHAUSTION that threatened to take him to the abyss . His entire body was [ [ l i t t e r e d ] ] with cuts , bruises , and more from having to defend himself everywhere he went .

I don't have nothing to lose . . .

As he had done hundreds of times at this point , Riku reached into his pocket to turn on his gummiphone . He looked at his screen FLOODED with notifications from people that he cared about . Many of them from Kairi , Terra , Namine and Mickey . A few from Aqua . And as he had done [ [ m a n y ] ] times before , Riku pushed away all those notications so that he could get to Sora's contact . And as he had done , he dialed Sora's number .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

Suddenly , Riku's heart SANK into his shoes .

❝ H-Hey , you can't just -- This isn't a joke , Sora ! ❞

So , he tried again , his grip on his phone growing tighter .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

❝ That can't - . . . No -- NO ! ❞

. . . and again .

<RING . . . RING . . . RING . . .> ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

❝ -- SORA ! ANSWER ME ! ❞

. . . and again .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed--'

❝ FUCK ! ❞

YOU JUST WALKED AWAY !

Until Riku had heard enough . Before the pre-recorded message had finished playing , Riku HURLED his phone at the bathroom wall , watching the screen [ [ c r a c k ] ] into many different lines and fragments like a broken mirror . The silverette then screamed a scream of ANGUISH as he [ [ s l a m m e d ] ] his first into the wall .

Oh , how long the world had WISHED that that boy would have released the sounds of pain he was now releasing after reaching his absolute breaking point . At long last , all this endlessly searching for his best friend [ [ f i n a l l y ] ] killed his light .

. . . I never thought you'd be the reason that I learned to hate myself .

Punch after punch , the wall took a beating until Riku's body physically couldn't do any more damage . After some time , he turned and shoved his back into the wall of his bathroom then slid onto the bathroom floor with his knees drawn to his chest . Stinging tears [ [ r a p i d l y ] ] trailed down his cheeks while he buried his face into his arms .

❝ Wh-Where are you , Sora . . . ? ❞

BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

Give me a reason . . . ?

. . . I need a reason .

[machinegrl]

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[dross-the-fish]

personally I'd love to see your even scarier and gorier art. The way people come into your inbox talking about your art being "too scary" or "too dark" when you are illustrating characters and concepts from *horror novels* boggles my mind.

in all fairness it's kind of my own doing. most of what I write or draw on this blog is fluff. It tends to be very indulgent, feel good drabbles and doodles. Which I like as much as anyone but I feel like it has given the impression that my characters and AU are softer than they actually are. Here's an example of one of the more "scary" sketches I did. it's just concept art for now but it's the scene where Hyde murders Carew. I headcanon that Edward's shape isn't totally static, that's part of why no one can really pinpoint what's "wrong" about him, because he slides a scale between human and inhuman depending on his mood. This is directly a result of Edward being what Henry makes of him. The more Henry thinks of him as a monster the more monstrous he can become and the harder it is for Henry to control Edward's impulses, which are his own impulses. I picture this is the first time Henry really lost control and was shocked to find himself in that state, barely human, nothing but wordless instinct and a deep burning hatred the likes of which he had never imagined himself capable.

[mrbexwrites]

OC Kiss 2025- Mavis & Arnauld

Series: Blood Covenant Pairing:Mavis Baird & Arnauld Beaufort (enemies to grudging allies) Warnings: blood mention, gun violence, act of terrorism Word count: 751

I didn’t feel pain; only the impact as the bullet lodged itself into my left shoulder. I gritted my teeth, and forced myself onwards, ignoring the warmth of the blood as it ran down my arm, slicking my hand, where I had, by some miracle, managed to keep a grip of the knife. My target, the Archeon, a leader of demons, lowered the silenced pistol, tucking it into his suit jacket. Several of the startled party guests, soaked by the overhead sprinklers, ran past him, and for a second, I lost sight of him. I thought he would have used the scared herd to make his own escape, but as they made their way to the fire exit, he was still there. His blue eyes met mine, and I could have sworn that the corners of his mouth twitched into a hint of a smile. He adjusted the cufflinks of his shirtsleeves, smoothing his navy blue suit. He stood like he had all the time in the world, nonchalantly waiting for me to send him back to hell. “I assume that this is your doing, Mavis?” He had to shout to be heard over the fire alarm that rang out, and the screams of the fearful crowds that remained in the art gallery. Below me, I could hear the pops of gunfire as the rest of the Hunters made their way through the crowds, dealing with the lesser demons in the building. With my free hand, I tried to push my thumb into my shoulder, stemming the bleeding, but only managed to lodge the bullet further into the shoulder socket. My white shirt, my disguise to blend in with the wait staff, was stained red. Around me, the paint from the canvas was running down the walls, and several paintings had disintegrated due to the amount of water being released. “Such a waste.” The Archeon shook his head sadly. His sandy hair was plastered to his head, and rivulets ran down his face into his neatly trimmed beard. I didn’t have much time left; I could hear the others shouting. I hoped that most of the civilians had made it to safety. A few casualties would be worth it; a regrettable price to pay for putting an end to the life of the demon who stood before me. I swung out as best as I could, but he simply stepped backwards out of my range, the knife not even slicing the material of his jacket. He caught my wrist, twisting it painfully, and the blade fell from my bloodied hand. I winced in pain, as the fire tore up my arm to my shoulder. With his other hand, he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the wall, knocking the wind from my lungs. Spots danced before my eyes as my head bounced against the exposed brickwork. “It’s such a shame that we have to meet like this, Mave.” His eyes darted quickly, as if he was trying to study my face. I tried to pull myself free, but he was stronger, and had me in a firm grip. He hushed me, and shook his head sadly. “She never wanted this for you, you know that don’t you?” “Go to back hell,” I bared my teeth at him, and tried again, in vain, to break free of his grip. “It’s not a place I’ve been to,” his lips quirked again into an almost-smile. “I have to admit that you’ve actually surprised me. I never thought James and his crew would ever dare to attack in public.” Good; I had to keep him talking. I could just run down the clock. I couldn’t look at my watch to know how much longer we had, but it couldn’t be long. I felt at peace; my sacrifice would allow my father to achieve our mission, and I’d have helped defeat an Archeon. He kissed me, fiercely and passionately. His lips were pressed to mine, and the whiskers of his beard brushed against my face. His eyes widened and he stumbled backward, clutching his abdomen. With the back of one hand, I wiped my lips, spitting out blood. With the other, I tossed away his gun that I had unloaded into him. “I’ll see you in hell,” I gave him a bloody grin as the building shook as the first of the explosives we’d rigged to the supports blew. The world ended in a flash of white, roaring heat, and then blackness.

[johanirae]

FFXVI Comic | Confession (part 1/2) (Part 2 here)

Inspired by the information in Ultimania that whilst Terence had been the one to confess to Dion after an injury, Dion had been the one to pursue a relationship.

Set when both were 18 years old

[rioreeve]

Zach&Eric self para

//unknown. Apr 28/May 5

He should have never learned more about the events that led to the day he found Eric injured in his room. He should have stayed oblivious to the scale of the problem and never uncovered the horrible details he now wished he still didn't know. But if his visit to Ashton's wasn't enough, Zach was unlucky enough to stumble upon a scene that changed everything.

Taking care of Emily was his priority; ready to rid her of the slightest inconvenience before she even complained, Zach had to learn to act despite the most obvious things he knew about Sada. Every time he saw her he remembered his brother's and his friend's bruises, Emily's dependence on the vaccine being the only reason he remained where he had promised to be. He even stopped wondering if maybe what happened to his brother was partly his loyalty test. His fault.

Fucked up as it was, Sada remained untouchable, followed around the building by her loyal pets. And that's why what Zach wished he didn't know. He wished he never learned the truth about what happened in the basement that night, or how cruel some of Ms. Vang's followers could be. It made turning a blind eye to that knowledge unbearable, forcing Zach into the role of an accomplice, no matter how absurd or far from true it was.

So, he did the only right thing he thought he could do without risking Emily's, or even Eric's, safety: he reduced Sada's fanbase to one member fewer.

At the very beginning of the chomper ordeal, he had told himself he wouldn't want to become someone who wouldn't stand their reflection in the mirror, but this statement had changed drastically since then - more often than not, despite his will - and now with his hair so short he looked just like Vie and all he could see was anger and the irresistible hunger for revenge. What he was going to do was justified. For someone who joined every supply run supervised by Hector Garcia, it was ridiculously difficult to pick the right moment and way to fish him out. There always had to be someone or something to stop Zach from executing his plan until one lucky Sunday everything went so smoothly that it exceeded his expectations; matching haircuts and a piece of gauze to cover the neck were everything the Sanders brothers needed.

*

A spotless mirror wall in what must have been one of Manhattan hotels' lobby reflected two faces - one belonged to Hector, tied to a chair, eyelids too heavy to see who was standing behind him. The other waited patiently for him to fully wake up before they spoke. Especially since all he could do with the tape over his mouth was listen.

"I've heard you get your kicks from watching people get hurt." The words might have sounded amusing coming, most likely, from the less privileged of the twins, still healing from the night he was brought to Sada until another identical face came into view. Seeing them dressed nearly the same, Hector started connecting the dots on how he ended up there, embarrassed that he had let them fool him so easily. And for what? He had witnessed Eric accept the beating without fighting back, but he had also supervised Zach on the runs, so he couldn't tell what to expect.

"So I bet you'll love today's show," he continued, then added a little softer, "Or not." With band-aids on their necks, it was nearly impossible to tell the brothers apart, except for the slight differences in the emotions in their eyes and voices that left an unmistakable hint of whose idea it was. Who wanted more than vengeance, more than to be left alone and heal in peace, hoping he could build himself around the pain he had experienced. One of them was furious, unable to accept the violence directed towards his family; a vigilante, who soon would say "You'd do the same for me", a bloody hand patting his brother's shoulder before pulling him into a tight hug, preparing to leave the third man behind. They would wash their hands and never speak about that day again. It would be their darkest secret, not to be shared with anyone, ever.

"I'm gonna peel your dick like a fucking banana, asshole. And when the chompers smell their lunch we'll make sure no one's 'round to help your pathetic ass." Maybe one day another group would find him, their scapegoat What's left of him, at least. "But first—" Zach flipped a butterfly knife and it danced effortlessly in his hand as the fingers of his free hand cupped Hector's chin with feigned concern. "—let's make sure you won't close your eyes when shit gets really – to find the right word for ya – entertaining." The cold, sharp tip moved closer to the corner of Garcia's right eye as Zach leaned forward. He looked at Eric's reflection, his features immediately softening, his voice almost apologetic for convincing him to tag along. "I'm not backing off, but you can leave if you wanna."

What a show. Its sole purpose was to make Hector regret taking Sada's side and following her orders (with some extra effort for his own pleasure, maybe), he was certain. Of course, an actor and a guy who made horror games knew how to scare someone, but even the blade was probably dull - no way they had the balls to execute the morbid plan they presented.

Hector's muffled yet unquestionably mocking chuckle died away when his eyes followed Zach's eyes and met Eric's in the mirror. They were cold and indifferent, as if they belonged to someone other than the usually empathetic man, so much so that it was possible to tell the exact moment Eric decided to completely suppress the good in him. Show no mercy. No one could fake the sheer emptiness with which he replied "No. I'll stick around."

[ocean-eyeslnrp]

For: @theartofruling (Damien and Ace) Where: Ace's Apartment in Dark World She had just been expecting a typical check in from one of her crew members. She had been hiding from the fact that the veil was down and knew that her dad was possibly looking for her. She just hadn't expected it to be in someone she knew, so when the fight broke out in her place, she was putting up a good fight but once he had her pinned to the floor and his hands around her throat. She was clawing trying to figure out how to get away.

She remembered being in this situation times before in her life with her father. His grip no where near as tight as it was now. His reason was fair though as she forced out how sorry she was over and over again, with tears streaming down her face. Ace was gasping for breath when all of a sudden air rushed back into her lungs. She was pushing herself up to sitting, cough at the rushes of air she was taking in. "Damien?" She said horsely, reaching for her throat, before she noticed her father inhabited body laying against the wall across her bedroom. She rushed herself shakily to her feet, "kill him." She said looking at her friend. "Do something, I don't know what but dad's in there."

[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabbles - Sworn Enemy

This is part 20 of my true crime!podcaster AU for the @galladrabbles no 90 set by @sickness-health-all-that-shit.

You can read the series from the beginning: HERE

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“He’s in Mexico.”

Ian blinks, his thoughts trying to catch up..

“My dad.” Mickey whispers. Ian swallows and stays silent.

Mickey won’t meet his eye. Ian hopes he’ll keep talking… till Mickey actually does.

“We got some product.” He looks over the sea of green leaves in the warehouse. “Him and me. It was a trick. Should have known. He… there was a woman. A gun….it fucking hurt. And then I hurt them. There was a lot of blood. The sand was red with it. I buried them. In a ditch… left, returned to the city alone…Now you know…

[ofwondersandhares]

character info sheet. (Trigger Warnings!)

Name. Darius Shelters

Name meaning. Upholder of good, but lets face it, the meaning behind his name has no reflection on who he is as a person.

Alias.( ses ). Dare.

two picture's you like of your character.

three headcanons you never told anyone.

i: He was abandoned by his birth parents when he was born in Wonderland, unaware until just recently he had a twin sister who his parents took with them to another realm. He was taken in by an orphanage until he ran away when he was 14 years old, it was then when his life literally went to hell for years after

ii) Shortly after taking to the streets and getting into all the bad wonders Wonderland had offered, Darius first discovered how powerful his telekinesis was when he was barely 14 years old. He was ganged up by a group of men who corned him in an alley and tried to brutally rape him. They did not succeed, because he had unleashed his abilities, and killed them before they had the chance. Not many people know this about his past, not even his twin sister.

iii) After the brutal killing of the men, he was taken in by a man named Demetrius (muse of @saidthecaterpillar) for a short while before he stumbled upon Alexander Heart who took him under his wing for a time before Darius was ready to branch out on his own, eventually becoming a wonder dealer himself and opening up his own "tea" shop where he sells the wonders (aka emotions) to the denizens of Wonderland.

three things your character likes to do in their free time.

i : Running his "teashop". ii. Playing Cards iii. Tea Time

three people your character loves.

Asher (muse of @thornstocutyouwith) Ah yes, that damn Cheshire cat. These two have been through a lot, in their verse their story was definitely a slow burn but Asher is one of the very few people that Darius has connected with on an emotional and physical level. It takes a lot, and I do mean a lot to get Darius's heart, much less his attention, and Asher is someone he dearly loves and devotes himself to. (Because lets face it, Darius isn't an easy person to love.)

Darla - They have a lot to catch up on considering up until just recently they were complete strangers, however, he knew from the moment he met her that she was blood. He does want to know her more and has grown protective of her in the short time she has stayed in Wonderland to get to know him. It is a process that is going to take time, but he holds a kinship with her that only a twin sibling could.

Gabe. (muse of @saidthecaterpillar) Gabriel and Darius have a long history, dating back to when he was much younger. Their connection was instant, and has managed to stay strong throughout the years they have been a couple. In their verse, Gabriel has always been Darius's anchor and he would quite literally choose saving his life over the life of even his own sister. (except for one little hiccup where he left Wonderland with Alice, but he had been expecting Gabe to follow. When Gabe didn't, he tried to make things work in Alice's Wonderland but knew he never loved her, Gabe was the main reason he returned.)

two things your character regrets.

i) In the verse with Gabe (muse of @saidthecaterpillar) his main regret has always been leaving Wonderland with Alice.

ii) In the verse with Asher (muse of @thornstocutyouwith) his main regret has been allowing things to become so jaded between him and their daughter, Sage.

three phobia's (Fears) your character has.

i) Losing his telekinesis ability and thus not being able to protect the people he actually cares about

ii) Losing his significant other in one form or another

iii) Being buried alive.

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[bowlerhatwearer]

Silent Judgement in Evergreen Forest

TW: Murder, TW: Blood, TW: Death, TW: Violence; TW: Alcohol ; TW: Guns

Characters: Ian Snapshot, Unknown Lieutenant General, Unknown Assistant, Several Army officials.

Originally written: 12th September 2022

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„Evergreen Forest so deep and dark you will never be seen

Evergreen Forest were they all go, never hear their screams“

Or something like that, he honestly could not remember, how that poem was going, or was it a lullaby?

It no longer mattered.

What however did, was he was stuck here, in this bunker, in the forest that was mentioned in the lines he thought about, he was in here, with twenty-two other people.

All of them war veterans, military personnel with different rank and name, members or the brass, Corporals, Sergeants, Lieutenants, Majors, Colonels etc. etc.

With him, sitting here, with them in the dining room of this block of concrete, eating their meal, except for him and he hated every moment of it.

Of course he knew them all, personally and by name, but that did not mean he had to like them.

Drinking and eating, socialising as if there were no problems, boasting about accomplishments none of those around him ever did or talking about medals they didn’t deserve to wear.

He was not participating in this gourmet orgy as his “colleagues” did as they had done in the last few days, all of them having lower ranks than his.

Scratching his wounded ear, the general let out a snort, wondering for exactly how long things would continue to go like this.

The reasons all of them were here was simple, the government had gotten information that all of their lives were in danger, someone was out there to get them, he did not know why exactly, but given all the blood they had on their hands, he had lost sight of the enemies they had made over the many years he had served in the army.

At this point, he honestly didn’t care, he had figured out something, the others did not, and if they were too dense to notice the signs, than that was one them.

While he was fighting at the front with his soldiers, the rest in this room sat with their lazy behinds in their tents, smoking and drinking as they barked orders to their subordinates who died in the heat of battle, while they waited safe and secure behind the lines, and hoping they would get another pad on the back by the state with words of praise and honour.

Oh he loathed all of them, he was not a person who exaggerated, however in this case he could say without any doubt, that he, in this room, was the only one, who earned his rank truthfully, and his body was proof for that. He was the only one he cared about.

Well, except maybe for his assistant who for minutes now had tried to peel an orange for him, as he had ordered, yet, their progress was, sobering.

Rolling his eyes he let out a sigh, he was getting too old for all of this nonsense.

„Just, just give it to me already.“

He could feel how the anxious cheetah flinched for a moment, before handing the fruit to him, instead of using a knife, he held the fruit in his hand, as he used his very own teeth to cut into the skin of the orange, before pressing it against his chest, peeling the orange in hand.

„S-Sorry General Sir.“

„Eh, it could be worse.“

For example, being in this place any minute longer, he was wondering when the moment came he would start to suffer from lockdown fatigue.

Looking up he observed the cheetah again, his personal aide-de-camp

Was the army nowadays so desperate that they were taking anyone now?

He knew, that his assistant had the heart on the right place, but darn were they an anxious wreck, they were loyal of course, perhaps a bit oblivious but was it so hard to get competent help these days?

The sound of something, rolling caught his and, as he noticed, his assistants attention, it was not difficult to take a guess, what was happening and who entered the scene.

A short black-footed cat, wearing formal-wear that made him shine out from the military personnel, he looked as tense as his aide-de-camp and had his eyes were half closed.

One their second day they all got here, he introduced himself to them, as their personal waiter, for their stay in the bunker, bringing them their meals each day, but also, offering other luxury goods, like tobacco or alcohol.

The before mentioned was being wheeled in a metal cart, its surface covered with a white table cloth that reached nearly to the floor, with only an inch or two of air between the ground and the fabric.

Whiskey, brandy, gin, absinth, wine etc. etc. everything a bunch of war veterans could wish for, together with two boxes of cigars being on the cart as the cat waiter wheeled it in with what appeared to be, great effort.

The general could hear how all the others, with their ranks cheered when they saw what was brought in the midst of them eating their dinner, only he, his assistant and the waiter remained silent.

Firstly of course, he was approached by the waiter, but, he swiftly declined, he was not in the mood of drinking or smoking, he wanted to be out of this stuffy, and in his view rather small room, that was cramped with chairs and a large table, that was all in his view an obstacle for someone to walk, or run.

Not that this was something he thought about of course, he just wanted to be gone.

Looking a the black-footed cat, he saw how the small waiter walked to the person, with the next highest rank beside of him, the colonel.

A tall figure, with countless of honours and medals on his uniform, laughing about some anecdote from his life of the military he had just told, which the general wondered if it really happened as he had told it, noticing the presence of the waiter, he grinned giving him praise before telling him what sort of drink he wanted from the cat.

He wanted to leave, and he was going to do that now.

Silently he ordered the cheetah to the door of the conference room, which, obviously they had no need for, giving that they were just waiting it out until the government would give them, their ok for them to leave.

But he wanted to be alone, or, as alone as that was possible with his aide-de-camp moving with him as they approached the door.

An angry shout caused the general to turn his head, as he was searching trough his jacket for his personal identification card

From what he could see, was, that the shaky and tense waiter, had accidentality spilled a bit of the alcoholic beverage he filled in the whiskey glass of the colonel, on the table.

Reasons enough for the colonel to throw an angry fit because, yes, he had to show one last time his potency, searching for any excuse to yell at someone who had a lower rank, or none at all so he could display how great, strong and mighty he believed to be.

Yeah, he would really not miss the Colonel when he would die.

Which was going to happen soon anyway.

Moving his head again, looking at the door as he was opening it with his ID, it was a sturdy and well reinforced door, but of course he knew, that it couldn’t stop anything in the end or prevent the unstoppable.

As he looked up he breathed out before addressing the cheetah.

“Lets go in this room, these idiots have not noticed a single thing yet.”

Before his feline assistant could ask him what he meant with that, he was interrupted by a loud voice that went trough the whole room. Everyone was silent and no one moved.

“Care to enlighten us, what you mean general?”

Oh him thinking out loud always caused some trouble, but well, he didn’t care, especially not right now or that it involved the Colonel.

Giving his assistant an order with a hand sign, he turned around to look at them all, but especially at the colonel, as their views were focused on him.

“You really want to tell me that you and the others have not seen it yet, colonel?”

“Seen what? A ghost or a phantom perhaps?-”

With a grin, he took emptied the glass with the alcoholic drink in one gulp, putting it down with a loud “thump” sound, as he exhaled satisfied, causing him, the general to roll his eyes, before the colonel continued with confidence to talk, at the same moment as he was eating a piece of the rest of the rare steak that was on his plate.

“-we have been here safe and sound for the last two weeks. Face it general, I think that at this point, it can be said what we all are thinking in this room. The danger, of an assassination of us, was merely a false alarm, a rumour out of proportion from reality-”

Letting out a deep laugh, he could see how the colonel did not care that some of the steaks sauce, was dropping on his uniform or on the floor, neither did anyone else, the only person moving was just the waiter, who appeared, calmer, having placed his hands casually on the cart, as the black-footed cat gave a soft grin, and observed the general with curiosity with his half closed eyes.

“-but I welcome this situation. In this last fourteen days we have gotten excellent service without having to lift a finger, having been supplied trough the tax payers money.”

This time the whole table of war veterans was laughing, his assistant gave him a look, with the general noticing that he was feeling unwell, he did not had to worry any longer.

He ordered his aide-de-camp to go in the room before him, moving the last few feet into the room himself, before, thanks to his assistant, turning around again, facing the group of people he had no respect for, one last time.

“For two weeks, we have been in this location indeed, a place the government has brought us discreetly for our own safety. In two weeks you have enough time to figure out were our defence it the weakest, and finding a place to take out everyone at once.”

Either way really, oblivious to what he had just said, or having not listened at all to him, the Colonel put another piece of steak into his mouth, as he turned to the general.

“Pah, and were should that position be you old oaf? And were do you think the assassin would be?”

Ignoring the childish insult, he didn’t grin as he prepared his answer, he wanted to tell it to them as straight and plainly as possible.

“Why, this very room were you are all sitting of course, and they are here in plain sight.”

It had gone quiet, but before anyone else could have said anything, he continued.

“Let me all ask you something. In a bunker only we should know about, why would there be a waiter in formal clothing?”

They all were now looking at the black footed cat who for the first time was opening his eyes.

He, the general was already closing the door to the conference room with his plastic identification card, as he saw in the gap that became smaller every moment, as the cat had pulled a gun from under the cart.

One second lieutenant and a sergeant major who sat in front of the waiter were their first victims, getting shot into the back of their heads, before they could have reacted.

For a moment he could hear the shouts and screams of alarm, then the door was finally closed.

Of course, he and his assistant still could hear the fight going on, as the general moved away from the door by himself.

Several guns were being fired at once, obviously they all were armed for their own safety, but, the general had a feeling, it was not going to help his “colleagues” at all.

More of the weapons fell silent, and so did the muffled shouts and screams of the army officials, who all were murdered behind the door.

He was not afraid of whatever would happen now, at least he would die not with the rest and his body would be found in a separate room.

Looking up, he glanced for the first time at his aide-de-camp after the massacre started.

Oh they were not doing well, even if they tried to remain collected, he could see how their chest was rising, the poor fella was going to have a stroke any second now if he was not calming down.

“Listen...they are here for me, not you, don’t do anything provoking and you will get out of here just fine, do you understand?”

Despite him squeezing his assistants hand with his for reassurance, it appeared that the cheetah was too much in shock, to having heard anything he had just said to them, they were just breathing desperately for more air.

As the sounds of the army personnel getting slaughtered grew more quiet, he allowed himself to linger in his thoughts for a moment, before the inevitable would happen.

Once again, he thought about, what exactly the reason could be for this assassination. But no matter what, he could not think of a specific one.

But well, over his career certainly something must have happened, that involved the others who were, so he assumed by now, dead.

After all, he did not loose one eye, hand, leg and ear for nothing.

Hearing a “click” sound, he focused on the door , which as slowly as it had closed, opened again.

Preparing himself, he focused on it, but not immediately on the waiter who turned out to be a killer, instead of what was behind him.

A battlefield in one room, with motionless bodies of twenty war veterans, the grey concrete floor, soaking in a film of blood that continued to spread, with their guns now useless, soaking in the body liquids of their users.

On the table he could see the Colonel, his mouth wide open, as if in his last moments he was screaming, or in shock, being in disbelieve of what was happening, and that he would pay with his own life, instead of taking one of the many as he did in the past.

There was no sympathy he felt for him, or the other who laid there dead

His focus was shifted again, now to the one who he had suspected for some time now, but did not say anything because, well, he, the general saw no reason to do so.

No longer did he smile or was tense and his eyes were still open, in his left hand he held his gun while in the other he held a bundle of dog tags, that were coated with fresh blood, that continued to drip on the floor. His focus was only on one person now, him.

Yet before a word could be exchanged or another action happen between the two, someone else took the imitative, taking their gun and pointing it at the assailant as they let out a roar.

“No you idiot, don’t!”

Not a single shot was fired at first, too fast in zigzag did the in blood soaked cat move, dropping their besmirched gun on the table, he grabbed the cheetahs arm that held the gun who frantically pulled the trigger, the bullets either way hitting the ceiling, wall, floor or table, but not one of them, sooner than expected by the general, the gun was empty.

Letting go of his arm, instead the cat balled his hands to fists and before the aide-de-camp could react, already had one of them in their stomach, and the other punching him in his face, causing him to fall on the ground.

“Enough! It’s me you want, leave them alone, they are too young...to be your target.”

Looking his words were now directed to his assistant.

“And you, don’t move, or else he will kill you.”

For a moment he felt how there was an expression of concern, and worry on his usually stoic face, seeing the cheetah coiling themselves on the ground, the blows were strong, but, nothing was broken and they would live and be alright.

His focus shifted to the attacker, who like him had his focus now on his opponent.

Placing his hand on his lab, he gave him unmistakably the sign that he would not fight back.

“Before you end me, let me ask one thing, who send you?”

There was a short “heh” coming from the cats mouth, before their lips start to move.

“No one, this is entirely, personal.”

The black-footed cats voice, sounded so calm and collected, and not out of breath or exhausted despite the fact, that he had just killed twenty people, and incapacitated one.

“Then do it for what you have come for, at least, I don’t die in the same room with those other bastards.”

He did expect that the killer would grab his gun now, but instead they approached him, with the in blood painted dog-tags still in his hands.

“Oh believe me, killing a Lieutenant General would certainly be a performance, but you were not there, when my whole existence was taken from me, you were in the field hospital, recovering from your latest injury, and besides I am aiming for a higher target anyway.”

As the cat moved closer, they reached his hands in his directions, grabbing him at his armpits as he was lifted up from his wheelchair.

“However, I require some information, that I believe of all of them, only you can give me.”

The attackers tone shifted and was more serious as their hands squeezed him more firmly.

“Where is your superior?”

More intense got the pressure, and it started to feel uncomfortable.

“Were is the general?”

Now it began to feel painful, but he did not stop pressing against his body.

“Were is Samuel Cottontail!?”

Showing his fangs, the lieutenant general felt the hate the cat must have had for the person he mentioned, however, or perhaps especially because of his own pain, he grinned.

“You want him? He has left the army ages ago, no one knows his current whereabouts.”

His attackers eyes burned as if they were ready to kill a thousand people to get answers, and he knew, that if he was going to talk quickly, this really would be his end now.

“Ho-however there are rumours, that he went to the desert, and there are also some detractors, who say that he joined for some reason the enemy...the Wrath.”

From one moment to another, the fruit bat fell back into his wheelchair letting out a surprised gasp.

“That was all the information I needed.”

He wondered, if he and his assistant were going to die now, that the small attacker has anything he needed, but when he picked up his gun, not looking at him or the cheetah and leaving, he knew, they were going to live.

Groaning came from the floor, as his aide-de-camp slowly stood up again, touching their face and then holding their stomach, fortunately it did not look as if they were seriously injured, besides a few bruises of course.

But, it was exactly his lack of injuries, that caused the cheetah to attempt going after the assistant, trying to grab for his empty gun again.

Raising his hand, he ordered the aide-de-camp to stop.

“Don’t, it’s not worth it...what’s done is done.”

They looked at him in disbelieve, that he wanted them to just, let them go, a person who had just murdered twenty high ranking army personal, but, that’s exactly what he intended, however, the cheetah’s expression changed, and although they were not happy about it, nodded and remained by his side.

“S-so, what are we going to do now General Sir?”

It was clear that the whole mess, had taken its toll on his aide-de-camp, and deep down he felt sorry for what they got roped into. And he was not interested that they would get into any more trouble.

“It’s for the best if we leave. Soon enough the government and the army will catch wind about this, and needing scapegoats will put the blame on the two who survived this mess. Something neither you or I deserve. So we better get out of here and lay low for a while.”

Silently his cheetah assistant began to push his wheelchair, which the lieutenant general did not object to, he was feeling very tired about everything that had happened in a few minutes.

Whatever was going to happens now, it was now on Cottontail.

The fruit bat knew his superior would be up for a very unpleasant surprise.

For the person targeting him, who killed twenty people all by himself, was fuelled by one devotion.

Revenge.

[jamesonxcassidy]

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

"Shit, I've got plenty to choose from. The most dangerous situations were from when I had been locked up. There had been a couple guys serving a long stretch for drugs. They had been connections to my parents. They had this idea that I must have been like them cause 'Cassidys are all the same' They tried to get me to run some drug shit behind bars and I told them I wasn't talking to anyone on the outside. Which was true. I didn't want to suck anyone into my bullshit behind bars. They thought I just kept making excuses and then one day they jumped me. I didn't fight back cause I couldn't risk extending my sentence, so I let them kick the shit out of me. I never told anyone about this. "

[mrbexwrites]

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I'm not great at action scenes, and this is a very rough draft, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! Mavis and Anton have a team-building exercise.

Tw: violence

He shot the first man squarely in the back, right between the shoulder blades, dropping him instantly. There was a moment of stunned silence from the three remaining men as their brains processed what had happened.  “Demons!” The man furthest to the right yelled to his colleagues, who scattered to the side of the barn. Anton tracked him with his pistol, shooting him cleanly through the knee. The man stumbled and fell flat on his face, swearing. Anton turned his attention to the others, ignoring the man who continued to crawl towards the skeleton of a tractor. I kicked him in the face before he could grab the assault rifle that was stashed under it.  “Duck be!” He clutched his face where the heel of my boot had flattened his nose, blood pouring between his fingers.  “Don’t kill them all!” I shouted to Anton who had taken refuge behind some hay bales that had been left to rot in the barn, as the other men fired at him. “We need them for intel.”  The hail of bullets stopped and I could hear the men reloading their rifles. I used the gap in fire to sprint across the barn to where the men were huddled, trying to feed magazine clips into their guns. Their hands were shaking so badly, they were really struggling.  These were not Hunters; just green boys looking for a fight.  “Hey, you need to turn that round,” I pointed to the first boy who was trying to feed his magazine in backwards.  “The hell-!” He looked up, apparently unaware that I had been standing over him. He tried to jump up from his crouch, but I kneed him in the face, sending him sprawling backwards into his friend, and the two of them fell into a tangled heap. The final man had been quicker, and finally managed to reload his gun, aiming the muzzle at me.  “Go suck on Leviathan’s dick,” he growled, before howling in pain, dropping the rifle, blood pouring out of his hand. Anton, lowered his gun, gave me a single nod.  “What if he’d still shot me?” I shoved my knife back into its sheath on my hip, glaring at him.  “Then you’d be bleeding out,” Anton shrugged, kicking the rifles away from the men, keeping his pistol trained on the one man who was uninjured as he lay under his friend , struggling to get out from under his unconscious body.  “Gee, thanks for the backup,” I stuck my hands in my leather jacket, turning on my heel to take in the scene. 

[artsekey]

It’s funny looking back on this comic now because Cas’s summoned and then shredded a few more guys since this. A new spell lets him tear ‘em apart for HP if he wants!

Summoned an intelligent little guy last session! It decided to play stupid games and won a stupid prize!