#well. not disturb Killer and his quest | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

the-broken-truth · 1 year ago

Note

Greetings! I was just thinking. Imagine if Björn and Revna figures out that Faye was actually Laufey the Jötunn this whole time, I think they would be forced to go to Jötunheim to collect some things to All-Father, then they discover the murals that Laufey was their mother and they are Jotünn.

What if they accidentally meets Angrboda in Jotünnheim and she tells them more about their mother. They thanks her but they are really scared cause the Aesir hates the Jotünn, specially Thor was known as a Jotünn killer. They go home shaking like a leaf and staring at each other like they just discovered bad news.

Obviously the Thunder family notices and demands them to tell what happened. Then Revna and Björn crashes down crying cause they are really scared of their future and now that they understands that they will suffer and not be welcomed by their family anymore since they are Jötunn. Of course that they are disturbed to hear that from their adoptive children, like why the Hel would they think that they would be shunned down just because they are Jötunn.

Thor feel bad cause his fame of being Jötunn killer scared his children that are ironically Jötunn, but he approach them (and the two thinks that he’s getting himself ready to kill them or humiliate them) and hugs them. Telling that he doesn’t give a fuck about where they came from, he loves them as his children and that the fact of them being Jötunn doesn’t change nothing. Sif also assured them that they won’t ever let Björn and Revna feel unwelcome by anyone else and Thrúd promises that she will crush anyone who dares to hurt them or humiliate them.

And after this Björn and Revna will never doubt them anymore and imagine Angrboda later this day telling Loki/Atreus that she met Björn and Revna.

[Location: Jötunheim - Björn's Point Of View]

I looked at the impressive rock formation in front of me, with its Giant's Fingers stretching towards the sky, carved from stone and stained with the blood of giants. The throbbing sensation from my scar was bothering me, so I scratched the claw marks on my face and closed my eyes to ease the discomfort. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Revna, my twin who was born from my body, standing beside me - the Wise Raven.

"Are you alright, Björn? You seem rather distracted." Revna asked me as I exhaled and looked back at the rock formation before me.

"I just don't understand why the All-Father wanted us to come to Jötunheim, what could he possibly want from this ancient place The Jötunn have been gone for a long time and there is little to no knowledge left of them; what could Odin want from an ancient battleground?" I asked myself but Revna was listening to me as she walked ahead of me a few steps.

"I understand your confusion, Brother, both father, and mother were against us coming here for someone reason but the word of the All-Father is absolute. Let's look around and see what we can find, maybe any kind of knowledge of the Jötunn can help the All-father in his quest to understand the rift." Revna said as she walked towards the rock formation. My golden eyes took one last gaze upon the massive formation before I looked at the back of y sister and followed her - whatever secrets were buried here, we were going to find them and give them to the All-Father.

[About 2 Hours Later]

"Whoa! Watch your step, Revna, this entire place is one large deathtrap if were aren't careful." I said as we reached the highest point of the Jotunheim ut there was nothing here - all the shrines were broken, the book texts were burned, there was nothing of value here, nothing we could give the All-Father that would aid him in his quest of understanding the rift. This was upsetting, what was the reason for coming here if he knew there was nothing of value to be found?

"This makes no sense. Why would Odin tell us to come here if there was nothing of value to be found? The All-Father doesn't make mistakes - well, except dealing with Loki." Revna asked herself as she turned to face me as I walked up behind her but I had not the slightest answer for her - this mystery was just as confusing to me as it was to her.

"Maybe it's because you are looking in the wrong place." A female voice called from behind us - an intruder! I pulled Magni's sword from my back and Revna's magic roared to life as we turned on our heels and came face to face with a young woman - dark skin, brown eyes, long braided hair that was placed in a ponytail while wearing a blue and grey dress. Her golden earrings shined in the sunlight as she smiled at us.

"Who are you? Have you been flowering us?" I growled at the smiling woman but she just raised her hands, showing that she was not a threat to us.

"My name is Angrboda and this place is my home." She - Angrboda - said as she looked between myself and Revna, "I stand corrected, this place is our home."

"Your Home? You're a Jotunn." I narrowed my eyes at her but Revna's magi dimmed out as she stood beside me with her hand on my shoulder. "I thought All the Jotunn were gone, with the exception of Loki."

"You are forgetting yourselves, Björn The Great Bear and Revna the Wise Raven. You have returned home looking for answers to the Rift in the All-Father's Office, I overheard you talking, but you won't find any knowledge here...well, except for one piece. Come with me." Angrboda said as she turned on her heel and began walking away as she lowered her arms. I looked at Revna - who nodded and began following behind the Jotunn - and sheathed my sword and followed behind them in silence.

"You know, this place used to be a rather lovely place, full of life and knowledge but that was all before the Aesir attacked us and destroyed everything, including all the knowledge and wisdom of the Jotunn; your precious All-Father knew this as well," Angrboda said as she stopped before a wall.

"What? If the All-father knew that there was no knowledge to be found here, why did he tell us to come here in the first place?" Revna asked as she walked over to Angroboda, who turned to face us before she looked over her shoulder at the wall.

"Maybe because he wanted you to find this." Angrboda said as she gestured to the wall behind her. I looked upon the wall - a mural - a story...

Wait...

"That woman, she looks like Mother," Revna said with wide eyes

"You're correct, Wise Raven. This is the story of the Jotunn Laufey, also known by her human name, Faye. The Late Wife of the Ghost of Sparta and Mother to Loki....as well as you two." Angrboda added as she walked down the wall, running her hand along it as we walked behind her with eyes upon the wall. "Your Mother destroyed the knowledge of Jotunheim by destroying the Shrine of Loki but I managed to recover some key points of Loki's Shrine and bring them to him but I came back because you need to know about your Mother's Relationship with The Thunderer of Asgard."

"Relationship? What Relationship?" I asked Angrboda.

"Laufey was the only Jotunn who was able to defeat Thor and that was when she was in Midgard. The Leviathan Axe and Mjolnir clashed and created a frozen lighting bolt and that scar was a permanent reminder to Thor about his failure of killing the last Jotunn. And you two are Laufey's Children but you are being sired by her enemy - the enemy to All Jotunn - do you really think what you are doing is right? Turning your back on your kind, on your father, on your brother, on your family?" Angrboda said as she looked at us but we were too shocked to speak.

Father...was Faye's enemy?

Mother was a Jotunn?

Would Father, Mother, and Thrud...Would they hate us if they knew?

[Back to Asgard - Thor's Point of View]

It had been an hour or so since my children returned to Asgard but they have been avoiding me, my wife, and their sister for some reason - something happened in the Realm of the Giants that conflicted them and I was going to din out what was brothering them. I waited until dinner when we were all gathered - we were having Deer Meat, the twins' favorite, but they were barely eating their food, something was really bothering them.

"Alright, you two, what is wrong?" I asked with a tender voice. Björn looked at the ground and the threat of tears was in his eyes - he was going to cry? The same with my daughter - something was really bothering them.

"Father, we found out that we.... we were Laufey's Children and so is Loki," Revna said as tears ran down her face - now I understand, I was known as the Joutunn Killer a long time ago but Laufey was the only one that ever bested me in a right. Now, I understand why they thought I was going to kill them.

"We understand if you want us to leave, Father, you wouldn't want the children of your enemy to stay with you," Björn said as he looked at the ground, eyes closed but I just rose from my chair and walked over to the before gathering them in a tight hug.

"I would never kill my own children or cast them aside just because of your lineage. I love you both and I will never abandon you, I promise." I said as my son and daughter hugged me and cried - I wouldn't hurt them. Not like he did.

[Meanwhile - Elsewhere]

"So, you ran into my siblings in Jotunheim. Did you tell them the truth about who they are?" Loki asked Angrboda.

"I did and they seemed rather destroyed by the new. I'm worried about them, Loki." Angrboda said as she ate her food.

"It's only a matter of time before they return to me and rather, then everyhing will be perfect once again." Loki smirked - soon, Björn and Revna would be his again and he would make sure nothing took them from him again.

#the might bear au #male reader/björn #female reader/revna #angrboda #god of war ragnarok #loki #thor

21 notes · View notes

couldyouspeakmyname · 2 years ago

Note

Shittily explain the plot of Beastars?

A'ight, bet.

Socially awkward wolf socially awkwards himself into a polyamorous relationship.

Dramatic twink deer dramatically twinks his way into becoming head of a lion Yakuza.

Domme rabbit is so done with both of these idiots, but does not control who she loves.

Best boi is sad, also may have a crush on socially awkward wolf and secretly writes 500k childhood friends to lovers fanfic.

Less socially awkward wolf is having strange and confusing new feelings about rabbit girl. Also twink deer and socially awkward wolf.

Holder of the only brain cell in the series is a himbo panda doctor who treats his patients by beating the shit out of them. Hey, there's only 1 brain cell.

Who's this? It's an alpaca. Is the alpaca important? Well yes, but actually no. Whoops, mystery dude just ate the alpaca. Bye, alpaca.

Lion Yakuza guy just tried to eat dramatic twink deer. Other lion yakuza guy shot him. He's dead now. Or just sleeping, and it was only a tranquiliser dart, depending on how much you like him. Either way, he's not around anymore.

Socially awkward wolf dressed in drag and flirted with dramatic twink deer. I can hear domme rabbit screaming in frustration in the background.

Hey, who's this? It's a sheep. Is the sheep important? Well no, but actually yes. Pretty boy sheep is horny all the time. And he likes having sex, too. Anyway, the sheep is flirting with socially awkward wolf. Oh, and there's a bear. No, not that kind, get your head out the gutter.

Socially awkward wolf and daddy bear are having a "my muscles are bigger than yours" stand-off. Pretty boy sheep has no time for them.

Whoops, socially awkward wolf and pretty boy sheep just told daddy bear they know he killed the alpaca. Whose name is Tem, apparently. Now daddy bear has apparently killed pretty boy sheep, and is fighting socially awkward wolf under a bridge.

Except that gets put on hold for a hot minute, because guess who? It's dramatic twink deer! And he's telling socially awkward wolf to put his meat in wolf's mouth. Daddy bear is understandably disturbed by this, and calls the fight off because they made the whole thing so weird.

Daddy bear: "I can excuse eating my best friend, but I draw the line at you eating your best friend!"

Pretty boy sheep is alive! And he called the cops. Now daddy bear's in jail, but it's okay, pretty boy sheep is going to visit him. And there's a possibility that some of those are conjugal visits, depending who you ask.

Despite the homoerotic consensual foot-eating that socially awkward wolf and dramatic twink deer engaged in, the latter is now marrying some random woman we've never heard of. Also, his shitty dad is dead. Or in a coma, but close enough.

Domme rabbit and girl wolf are having homoerotic wall-pinning encounters. That's enough of that, though. Let's see what sad labrador is doing.

He's eating onions and wearing socially awkward wolf's clothes. He is not handling this breakup well, and they weren't even a couple.

His roommates stage an intervention, and they visit socially awkward wolf, who has dropped out of high school to become Batman. Or WolfBatman, I guess.

WolfBatman reunites with his estranged grandpa, and then gets involved in hunting down a serial killer. There's a bunch of characters added here, but they're all NPCs with side-quests, so like any true gamer, WolfBatman ignores them.

WolfBatman is ripping his teeth out to apologise for...being a wolf? Weird. Anyway, we meet asshole horse! Asshole horse is a horse. He's also an asshole. But he's hot, despite being the same age as WolfBatman's grandpa, so we forgive him.

Now we meet a fruity hybrid. His name is Melon. He wears Hawaiian shirts. That tracks. His interests include candlelit dinners, long walks on the beach, and murder. He shoots WolfBatman, but apparently WolfBatman (and all hybrids?) have magic anti-bullet powers, so he survives.

Sad labrador is going to have a whole new bunch of things to be sad about. Meanwhile, dramatic twink deer is now CEO deer, and is vomiting at the thought of having sex with his wife. He goes on to talk publically about how much he loves the taste of meat in his mouth, but is hustled off stage quickly before he can ask WolfBatman to call him some time.

Whoops, it's the final countdown...wait, no, confrontation. WolfBatman, asshole horse, CEO deer and the lion yakuza, plus some of the NPCs from earlier, have all gathered for a day of depravity. Unfortunately, this is not as fun as it sounds.

Instead of an orgy, there is murder. Or attempted murder, at least. Fruity hybrid tries to kill WolfBatman, but rolls a Nat 1 and ends up shooting himself instead. WolfBatman is sad about Fruity hybrid's death. He's the only one.

We jump to several months or years in the future, it's not clear when. WolfBatman and CEO deer have been named Beastars, which is supposed to mean something, but they kind of forgot to tell us what it means. Domme rabbit and girl wolf are still waiting for them to pull their heads out their asses. Sad labrador is less sad, but still hasn't had his back blown out by WolfBatman like he wanted.

We're told this is a happy ending, despite WolfBatman drowning in angst and CEO deer being trapped in a loveless marriage. I disagree, but unfortunately I have no power to change the ending.

Unless I use fanfiction. A lot of people do that. It's usually a thinly-veiled excuse to have their favourite characters smooching. It's a good excuse.

Anyway, that was Beastars.

Amazing ♥️

#Long post #sleepover saturday

18 notes · View notes

cinema-hallucinations · 7 months ago

Text

Prompt: Create a movie concept for a horror movie involving an avantgarde outré artist who meets demonic fans during a drug-induced trip. The encounter turns him into a psychotic self-mutilating visionary fuelled by pain and suffering, his own and that of others. (Note: although people will probably read parallels to the cenobites from Hellraiser, this is actually inspired by the character Beholder from the Mutant & Masterminds Meta-4 setting)

Title: Flesh Canvas

Tagline: Never has inspiration been such a horrific word

Logline: An avant-garde artist on a drug-fueled quest for "true" expression meets demonic entities who fuel his creativity with pain and suffering, turning his grotesque art exhibits into brutal, real-life murder shows. A jaded detective teams up with a mystic to stop him before his art becomes a demonic gateway.

Major Characters:

Adrian Thorne (30s): A talented but stagnant artist, frustrated by his lack of recognition. He dabbles in extreme performance art and experimental drugs.

Lilith (Voice only): A seductive but sinister demonic entity who feeds off Adrian's desperation and fuels his descent into madness.

Detective Miller (40s): A jaded detective investigating a series of increasingly disturbing "accidents" linked to Adrian's art shows.

Sister Agnes (50s): A cloistered nun with a hidden past and a deep knowledge of the occult. She becomes Miller's unlikely ally in the fight against the demonic forces.

Plot Summary:

Adrian Thorne, a talented but frustrated artist, craves a breakthrough. Obsessed with pushing boundaries and shocking audiences, he delves into the world of extreme performance art and psychedelic drugs. During a particularly intense drug-induced experience, he encounters Lilith, a demonic entity who promises him "true artistic expression."

Driven by Lilith's whispers and fueled by a newfound tolerance for pain, Adrian's art becomes increasingly disturbing. His "Flesh Canvas" series involves self-mutilation and ritualistic bloodletting, pushing the boundaries of shock and disgust. However, the "accidents" that occur during his shows are no illusion. Lilith feeds off the fear and suffering in the audience, subtly manipulating them into becoming unwitting participants in Adrian's twisted performances.

Detective Miller, investigating the bizarre deaths surrounding Adrian's shows, soon realizes this is no ordinary serial killer. The victims appear to be chosen not for personal reasons, but based on their emotional vulnerability and ability to generate fear. As Miller delves deeper, the line between performance and reality blurs. Lilith begins to torment him as well, exploiting his own past traumas to fuel the chaos.

Desperate for answers, Miller seeks help from Sister Agnes, a seemingly ordinary nun stationed at a local convent. However, Sister Agnes harbors a secret past – she was once a scholar of the occult, forced to abandon her studies after a personal encounter with demonic forces. Recognizing the signs in Adrian's work, Sister Agnes agrees to help Miller.

Together, they delve into forbidden texts and ancient rituals, piecing together Lilith's motives and the true purpose behind Adrian's "art." Sister Agnes becomes Miller's guide through the occult underworld, providing him with the knowledge and tools needed to combat the demonic influence.

The climax explodes in a horrific finale, where Adrian prepares his ultimate masterpiece – a live sacrifice that will merge his body with the demonic realm. Only a desperate gamble by Miller and Sister Agnes can stop him and send Lilith back to the abyss.

Themes:

The destructive nature of unchecked ambition.

The thin line between art and violence.

The corrupting influence of demonic entities.

Faith and the occult as opposing forces.

Visual Style:

The film utilizes a distorted and disorienting style to reflect Adrian's warped perception. Graphic violence is interspersed with surreal imagery, reflecting the demonic influence on his work. The color palette is dark and oppressive, with occasional bursts of vivid red symbolizing pain and violence.

Flesh Canvas is a disturbing and thought-provoking exploration of the dark side of artistic ambition, where a jaded detective and a mystic with a hidden past must join forces to combat a demonic threat disguised as avant-garde art.

#ai generated #stupid ideas #shitpost #imaginary movie #google gemini #movie poster #poster #genre: horror #art #demons #genre: crime #gore #descent into madness #crime procedural

0 notes

batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years ago

Text

hae interrogationes multae respondeant quia demens .

if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation

Um, Obviously because when you’re adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh

this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.

Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherries

i haven’t heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbel’s 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho

speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible

tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing i’d do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? that’s how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist.

Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will 🙏

how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but let’s unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???

'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right??

about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and it’s just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.

you are the only funny person on this hellsite

how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often it’s hilarious to me.

Wish there was more john/Bruce content 😔😔😔 was so hungry I actually looked at canon media 😔😔😔 (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)

check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least it’s john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? it’s not for everyone)

dick grayson but he's nicki minaj

his anaconda don’t want none,,, unless......

Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol

you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit could’ve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link

...

why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself don’t just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.

Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery

ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i don’t find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.

i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD

THANK YOU

bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.

people tend to do it in the bathtub.

WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns

i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think

lmao fair enough, like i think that’s a large part of what i remember as well.

if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk

i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.

saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3

literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.

I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. I’ve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.

fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)

It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece

OH my god dude lmao

there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more

it’s like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :(((( )

i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)

shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think it’s too bad, they’re a great couple and i love them.

Wait, hear me out

Bernothy @redlightofdawn

great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname

Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?

Wait no, I regret sending that ask

these were two seperate asks and they’re HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.

crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-

WHERE’S THE ESSAY ANON, WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyone’s Tim’s ever love before started dying lol

she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriend’s house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.

Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god

lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.

Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like

send to me or lose a toe

🌸 ⭐ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity! ⭐🌸😋

thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMduBy3Sr/

⬆️

This is the whole of Blüdhaven and everyone anywhere.

Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags ✨send me✨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flow

fanksss also lmao.

That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but

There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?

oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.

"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure

yes totally, i think they’d be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.

I miss your post, hope you’re doing okay!!

haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didn’t have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.

Doot doot!

noot noot

I’m confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me

lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zucco’s wife, bc dick’s life wasn’t traumatic enough yet.

sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"

lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwing

(not a batcest shipper) it’s so funny to me that the responses are “i’m a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesn’t bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think it’s weird” to “i wish all batcest shippers a very fucking die”

yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to ‘i dont care please leave me and everybody else alone’ bc i think there’s really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place you’re standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ‘nightwingsbuttchin200186′ like... calm down, we’re all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.

so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side

i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like ‘yeah let’s get this kid a good guardian’ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like ‘okay we can work with this, this is the best home i can find’ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like ‘uhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?’ and like 3 years later. ‘okay so basically, my neighbours’ kid imprinted on me and now they’re dead, can i keep him?’ two years later it’s like ‘okay so this assassin child-’

ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.

wow. the IMPACT.

Braver than any US marine man props to you🤝

this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didn’t get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots i’d love to see it.

Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.

May I ask where your username originates from?

yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like ‘timdrakes something something’ or ‘jason todd something smoething’ or ‘dick grayson something something’ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and that’s my username story... now it’s my whole entire brand lmao.

yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim

no? it’s bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho)

How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited

fenomenal next question.

Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now I’m screaming crying throwing up so thx for that

(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)

i was so funny for that shit wasn’t i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts

You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel

you’re welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.

Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-main

he’s that much of a slut irl too dw.

Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.

lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy

stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

oh yes it is my darling.

did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily

no he did it bc fuck the french.

im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist

okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.

your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue

i’m scared of madonna that’s why she’s not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.

suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dick’s playlist🤩

sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didn’t agree with me.

Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit

yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW

Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics

clark reads smut confirmeeed

NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector

that’s actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc he’s great and i love him.

One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy

literally tho. like that’s all of dick’s friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like ‘wow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with me’ and wally’s like ‘we’ve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what it’s like’ and dick is like ‘sorry are you complaining?’ and they just make out.

superfam and batfam associations??

-batman and superman

-dick/barabara and supergirl?

-conner and tim

-jon and damian

pls enlighten me I am confused

nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl

I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)

sorry can’t reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.

good human what are your pronouns?

wouldn’t you like to know?

I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes

everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont

don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily

dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants

Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.

damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo

Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally it’s killing me 😩✋🏼 Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist 😃🤞🏼 And uh yeah have a good day ✨

stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? i’m stupid? have a good day!!

All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadet

batman knows it’s them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? he’s like ‘red hood?’ and 3 people answer and he’s not about to compromise some identities so he’s just Pissed.

I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I don’t know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this

vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.

seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go

emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet

People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.

dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME

dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet

all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise

bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves

thoughts on teen titans and young justice

haven’t seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit it’s not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!

ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them

log off tumblr?

Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling “What are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!” At steph etc

huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.

I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something

fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.

lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastugh

unfortunately, i have to admit,,, you’re right

why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf

idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they can’t kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)

There’s no such thing as “ copaganda”.

all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you

is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa

no. find her as owa owa as you want.

aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:

1. tim

2. Steph

3. dick

4. Duke

5. the rest

you’re wrong but it’s cute that you tried, i generally don’t have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED

oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs

i mean some italians aren’t white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.

dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.

super random but

jason 🤝 damian

old english

lmao fair enough.

tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.

yuppp lmao that’s definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him who’s like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.

I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.

i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.

so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?

no. dunkin donuts all the way

One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker

now he doesn’t even have the gun :) lmao

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

bruce gets codename ‘ugh’ everytime. he hates it.

crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown

SO CRAZY HUH?

batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink

absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.

unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator

dude they’re WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.

When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution

bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while she’s talking.

#literally if you got through this i just respect you #this is mainly just for the people who sent me an ask in the past few mask #i hope your ask is in here :)#sorry for everybody else #ask #bataranswers #this took me 4 hours to do so i hope youre happy #also sidenote #does anybody know the latin translation for 'to become'#bc i just used future of 'esse' but it could be a different verb #who cares tho latin is a dead language #big congratulations to everyone who translates my sentence #here's a bonus sentence: tuam matrem futueram

39 notes · View notes

absolutebl · 4 years ago

Photo

Q: Is SOTUS worth watching?

I couldn't get past the first episode because the bullying was so disturbing.

A: I love it, but bullying isn’t a trigger for me.

It’s a really slow burn so you’ll have at least 6 episodes of the hazing before the tables turn, but then they really do turn. You’ll learn at least WHY Arthit is doing it, even if you maybe will never truly understand. But I would say that this is used to justify the bullying, so be aware of that.

You do get to see Arthit and his defenses crumble - in the context of being head hazer. He will also crumble for Kong... but that comes much later.

In Defense of SOTUS

The dynamic is really interesting because Kong is not only being hazed, he is younger than Arthit and thus supposed to be culturally submissive due to Thailand’s prescribed familial codified age dynamics. I happen to really love it when the seme character is younger because of this obstacle. As the one doing the courting, Kong has a lot to go up against, not just a gay relationship and the hazing, but also an age dynamic that restricts his agency.

So what justifies watching SOTUS despite the hazing?

1. The killer chemistry.

Krist and Singto don’t have much physical attraction (I like to think of KongArthit as an ace homoromantic pairing), but their emotional and chemical feedback is seriously glorious. But if you prefer high heat like TharnType or Why R U, this is not your series. Gen Y has many of the same dynamics in place but without the hazing and KimCop show better physical attraction. Try that instead.

2. Enemies to lovers.

If you really like this trope and you love it when the seme has to WORK to earn his uke, then this is the dominate drive behind SOTUS. There is even a kind of quest narrative, where Kong has to win all of the freshy games in order to win Arthit’s heart.

3. Fantastic coming out sequences.

Arthit publicly comes out to their friends/colleagues 2x in the 2 series, and each time is glorious. (Although family coming out doesn’t come into play.) Also Arthit has most of the sexual agency, he tends to incite what few kisses there are, which I like.

4. A consistent longer series.

The follow up series, SOTUS S is also really good, as is their Our Skyy installment. This makes SOTUS more consistent than many BLs. SOTUS S has a “secret office romance” foundation. I really like that we get to follow them out of college and into the workplace.

5. Great friendship rep.

Both Kong and Arthit have wonderful surrounding friendships. SOTUS is also the first BL to at least have consistent, present, female friendships, and a lesbian character.

6. Heritage.

If you’re interested in the foundations of BL, SOTUS is important because it took Thai BL mainstream internationally in a way that its forerunners (like the truly special Love Sick) couldn’t. It’s also the pilot for GMMTV to get seriously involved, they have the production values and $$$ that previous (and current) BL outside this parent umbrella doesn’t. SOTUS also established some BL specific tropes, like Engineering = gay, gear and gift exchange symbolism, and pink milk (although technically that’s originally sourced in 2 Moons).

7. Lack of OTHER damaging tropes.

Aside from the hazing and a certain amount of sex negativity that seems endemic to low heat BL SOTUS is pretty safe in other arenas, like statutory rape, non-consent situations, and queer femme vilification and mockery. It does highlight gay-for-you, but many don’t find this as objectionable as I do.

Frankly, there is a reason SOTUS is one of the pilot Asian BL’s picked up by Netflix USA. It’s sanitized for a wider audience. I don’t object to popularization in my queer media (on the grounds of pro-normalization as part of the queer acceptance battle), but some queer folk have justifiable objections to this and to SOTUS.

In the end what I love about SOTUS is that what it does well, it does REALLY well and where it’s successful it’s REALLY successful. Thus it’s a stand out in several categories and only concerning in a few. Frankly, there’s not a lot of Thai BL I can say that about.

Alternatives?

However, if bullying is a serious trigger for you but the OP trigger of suicide is NOT then you should 100% watch Until We Meet Again instead. It’s got killer chemistry in all couples, and is unquestionably one of the best written, paced, and plotted Thai BLs.

And if all you want is some intensely fluffy uplifting nonsense where all the offenses are bog standard to Thai BL and all the tropes are equally bog standard, then you want 2gether. It’s what I would call archetype BL, and ridiculously adorable on the strength of the charisma of the two leads.

(source)

#sotus #sotus s #our skyy #kongarthit #kongpob x arthit #kongpobarthit #thai bl #thaibl #thai bl history #trope analysis #bl tropes #romance tropes #romance tropes in bl #why should you watch this #defending sotus

191 notes · View notes

anhed-nia · 3 years ago

Text

BLOGTOBER 10/3/2021: DOCTOR X

This is some exploitation movie shit! I can't believe I'd never seen this before. This gruesome pre-code freakshow features serial murder, rape, cannibalism, and an early example of body horror that satisfied many of my most depraved desires, despite its being almost 90 years old. That it took me so long to catch up with this makes me curse my lack of initiative, but at least I did finally catch up. You should too, if you haven't. Spoilers abound.

No-joke Hollywood bigshot Michael Curtiz, director of CASABLANCA among other things, brought to the screen this vivid 1932 adaptation of Howard Comstock's 1928 stage play, which must have been pretty interesting live. The story centers on Dr. Xavier (Lionel Atwill), whose prestigious medical academy has become unfortunately associated with a series of brutal murders in which a deformed psychopath has murdered, partially cannibalized, implicitly raped, and mutilated with a brain-specific scalpel (pronounced scal-PEL, as per the honored Mr. Atwill) his helpless victims by the light of the full moon. Fearing a scandal, Xavier races to figure out which of his potentially deranged colleagues may be the guilty party, and he has quite a few candidates to choose from: a shipwrecked amputee who had traveled to Africa to study cannibalism; his disfigured shipmate who obsessively studies the evil effects of moonlight; a porn-addicted voyeuristic brain expert; and an embittered old invalid. Sensing her father's urgency, Joanne Xavier (Fay Wray) participates in an elaborate high tech psychology test designed to weed out the killer, placing her own life on the line in the process.

This grisly thrill ride was such a success that Warner Brothers chased it the next year with MYSTERY AT THE WAX MUSEUM. This might portend something repetitive and formulaic, but their cosmetic similarities are interesting to compare. DOCTOR X has almost a full cast of disabled or disfigured mad geniuses, one of whom leads a double life as a sadistic murderer; we are treated to a disturbing scene of someone hiding among the cadavers in a mortuary; the human form is transfigured by toxic goo; and eerily convincing effigies provoke perverse reactions from voyeuristic audiences. (There is also the matter of a plucky reporter on the trail of the killer, played here by Lee Tracy, but that's honestly extraneous in this case) The latter point is most interesting here, as Xavier handcuffs his colleagues in front of diorama-like recreations of the murders in order to measure who is most stimulated by them. It's fascinating to me that this bizarre original conceit actually gave birth to the more mundane and familiar use of wax figures in MYSTERY; I'd have sooner guessed that Xavier's reenactments were inspired by the voyeuristic reality of the wax museum experience, which just goes to show how fiercely original DOCTOR X is.

The movie only gets weirder as it moves along, climaxing in the appalling revelation that the previously shipwrecked Dr. Wells (played by the wonderfully sinister Preston Foster) wasn't "a student of cannibalism", but he had traveled to Africa to use live natives as guinea pigs in his quest to invent "synthetic flesh". He uses this newfound substance to replace his amputated hand with a monster mitt, and transform his face into a horrifying countenance that hides his identity as the fearsome Moon Killer. The eerily effective two-color technicolor process used for DOCTOR X compliments the fabulously freaky makeup effects created by Max Factor for the movie's grossout transformation sequence, which is really worth the price of admission all by itself.

The moral of the story is, don't be lazy about old familiar-sounding movies, and if you know of any early or pre-code films involving the delights of cannibalism, please let me know all about them!

#doctor x #michael curtiz #robert tasker #earl baldwin #howard warren comstock #adaptation #stage play #horror #science fiction #sci-fi #body horror #serial murder #lionel atwill #two-color process #technicolor #preston foster #fay wray #max factor #blogtober

13 notes · View notes

mediaevalmusereads · 3 years ago

Text

The Alienist. By Caleb Carr. New York: Random House, 1994.

Rating: 4/5 stars

Genre: historical fiction, mystery, suspense

Part of a Series? Yes, The Kreizler Series #1

Summary: The year is 1896. The city is New York. Newspaper reporter John Schuyler Moore is summoned by his friend Dr. Laszlo Kreizler—a psychologist, or “alienist”—to view the horribly mutilated body of an adolescent boy abandoned on the unfinished Williamsburg Bridge. From there the two embark on a revolutionary effort in criminology: creating a psychological profile of the perpetrator based on the details of his crimes. Their dangerous quest takes them into the tortured past and twisted mind of a murderer who will kill again before their hunt is over.

***Full review under the cut.***

Content Warnings: ableism, homophobia/transphobia, racism (including slurs), sexism, rape, abuse, child abuse and sexual assault, child prostitution, animal cruelty, blood, gore, violence

Overview: This book has been on my TBR list for a while, so I figured I’d finally get around to reading it. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I was actually surprised by how much I enjoyed the reading experience. Carr writes in a way that pretty closely imitates 19th century detective fiction, and while such a style might not be for everyone, I thought it went a long way in creating atmosphere. My criticisms have mostly to do with pace and the creative decisions that probably didn’t have to be made (such as depictions of child sexual assault, use of slurs, etc), but even with those faults, I have to give Carr’s craft and research a lot of credit, so this book gets 4 stars from me.

Writing: As I mentioned above, this book mimics detective fiction of the 19th century. If you’ve read any of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories, you might get the idea: first person, characters displaying almost whimsical behavior, stuffed with contextual details that may or may not be relevant. At first, I thought the reading experience was going to be a slog, but once I realized what Carr was trying to do, I readjusted my expectations and found the prose to be quite engaging. If you like 19th century literature, you might appreciate what Carr does, but if you find older lit to be a challenge, this book might not be the thriller you’re hoping for.

That being said, I do think there were some areas where Carr could have picked up the pace or even cut some of the contextual details. It’s obvious that Carr did a lot of research before writing this book, and it’s understandable that he would want to show off some of that research, but there were times where I felt like it was a little much.

I also think there are a lot of things in this book that will offend modern sensibilities. I recall at least one use of the N-word (which is spoken by a racist minor character) as well as remarks that make it clear that characters think same-sex intimacy is “deviant” or abhorrent. I can understand why Carr put them in his book; if we’re trying to evoke an atmosphere and make the story feel like it’s set in the 19th century, it’s not realistic to expect everyone to be accepting of gay sex or treat POC with respect. But also, I think it’s on Carr to bear the responsibility of creating plot points and characters that have those attitudes in the first place. The character who uses the N-word could have easily not done so, and characters could have been more clear that their revulsion was at child prostitution rather than same-sex relationships.

Still, I was able to follow the plot with no problem and the sentences flowed in a way that made the reading experience feel quick (no 10-line sentences, thank god). So while there may be some things I would have liked to see adjusted to fit my own tastes, I think Carr did a wonderful job of making me feel like I was reading an older work.

Plot: The plot of this book follows a group of investigators as they try to use psychology to catch a serial killer. As far as being an “original” or unique thriller, this book doesn’t necessarily deliver a plot we haven’t seen before; but what made it so interesting (at least to me) was that it was less interested in the thrill of catching the killer and more interested in thinking through the “whys.” Why did the killer do X? Why did he do Y and Z when he could have done A or B? In this sense, the suspense doesn’t come from the action or the “chase,” but from the building of ideas and a foggy picture becoming more and more clear.

If I can fault Carr for anything, it’s that I think he crafted his mystery around some subjects that are... touchy (for lack of a better word). Most of the murder victims are children - specifically child prostitutes - and a lot of the killer’s motivations are rooted in some combination of racism and exposure to abuse. If you’re looking for a book which handles these issues with sensitivity, I think you’ll be disappointed. But I have to give Carr some credit for not overly sensationalizing these things; for example, while he did include characters who were racist towards Native Americans, he also included characters who were sympathetic and who insisted on not judging tribes for their defensive violence. Not everything is perfect, and there were some moments that made me uncomfortable, but I felt like Carr painted a complex picture of 19th century America, so I was able to keep going.

Characters: The plot of this book is told from the perspective of John Schuyler Moore - a newspaper reporter who teams up with his friend, eminent psychologist Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, to catch a serial killer. As a protagonist, Moore isn’t overly compelling - he’s more like a neutral, blank slate that the reader can project themselves onto. He serves much of the same function as Watson in the Sherlock Holmes stories: to be a witness to other characters’ brilliance while occasionally making some helpful insights. Still, I didn’t outright hate Moore - he was kind and loyal, and I admired how he went out of his way to try to help people.

Kreizler, the psychologist (or “alienist” as they were called in those days), is somewhat of a Sherlockian character in that he’s eccentric, confident, and had abilities that stun the people around him. For the most part, Kreizler was fun to follow. I think the only times I got truly frustrated with him were when he would allude to some knowledge and then leave Moore in the dark - like “aha! This thing is obvious!” “What thing?” “No time to explain! I’ll tell you at dinner!” Those moments were a little irritating.

Sarah, the most prominent female character, was more complex than I expected her to be. She has clear career aspirations and doesn’t let anyone hold her back, and I liked that she was presented as this kick-ass woman who still felt human. She struggles when faced with the horrors of the murder, but she doesn’t let the horror put her off of her task. She’s confident and never seems to have a moment of self-doubt (which is refreshing). She notices interpersonal things without being boxed in as “the woman who notices emotions.” Granted, Sarah does serve some token function - she’s brought on in order to provide a “female perspective,” which was a little frustrating, but she held her own so well that my annoyance melted away.

Marcus and Lucius, the two brothers who work for the police department, are also quite charming characters. I loved how they brought technical expertise to the group by being knowledgeable about anatomy, fingerprints, photography, and the like, and I especially enjoyed the way they bickered with one another. Their presence immediately made scenes feel lighter, and they brought something of a family aspect to the whole band.

Supporting characters were well-crafted in that no two felt quite the same. Teddy Roosevelt (yes, that one) was cheerful and warm while still demanding absolute cooperation and loyalty from his men. Cyrus and Stevie - two of Kreizler’s employees - were charming, though I wish Cyrus had gotten to do more than just kind of silently stand by awaiting orders. Mary - Kreizler’s maid - was a lovely character, and I appreciated the positive disability representation we got with her, though I do not like how her character arc ended and how it related to the main plot. The crime bosses were intimidating without feeling too much like stock characters, the thugs did their job. I don’t think there was a character that was poorly written, just characters who served purposes that may or may not have been needed.

As for the murderer... we don’t get to see him very much, but I felt like I got to know him because so much of the book was focused on mapping out his life and psychology. It worked much better than books where the antagonist is looming off to the side, acting as a vaguely threatening force but not really a character, and one that doesn’t even show up until the last quarter of the book. When the killer finally does appear on page, I felt like he had been involved in the story, even without being physically present, so I was able to accept him as an active force on the narrative, not just a surprise twist at the end.

TL;DR: The Alienist is a well-crafted mystery that uses atmosphere and psychology to create an engaging mystery. While some readers may struggle with the period-like prose or the more disturbing aspects of the story, Carr creates a compelling narrative by focusing on understanding and knowledge over spectacle and action, and by using well-developed characters.

8 notes · View notes

dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years ago

Text

Yamata-No-Orochi (Part 1) Uncle Caesar

We’re finally getting to the tail end of the Story Quests. Thanks for reading this far if you have. :D I’m so happy writing this, I’m just plugging story beats out like a happy like choochoo train, but this took a bit of thought.

This scene does not appear in the novel, manhua, or the game, however, it logically sets up a conflict that should have been there had the MC had real relationships with the characters and actual agency in the story.

Enjoy!

It was about 9 am in the morning when Caesar got you out of bed and dressed you up as usual. He didn’t choose anything too casual or too sexual. He chose a yellow pleated skirt, a simple cotton white blouse and warm navy jean jacket, and knee high waterproof boots and invited you out with him for the day.

“Where are we going?” You had asked him.

“Just out shopping. Whatever you like. You’ve had a hard time. So it will be good for your mental state to get out and not be shut in feeling sorry for yourself.” He replied. But his eyes are not sunny, but clouded, like the sky over Tokyo.

So you spent the day shopping after breakfast, mostly for clothes and shoes. But Caesar took you to a toy store and insisted you buy something to play with. “You never played as a kid right?” He had asked you.

“No… not really. I liked to watch movies.”

“Pick out a game. Anything you want.”

He didn’t accompany you shopping for the toys. He stood outside, smoking the cigar with his umbrella, not minding the rain. You were concerned about Kaguya but the disturbed weather was disrupting a lot of the internet access around Tokyo and the umbrellas provided physical disguise against searching surveillance cameras. Caesar didn’t mind being out, and while you shopped, he was keeping watch.

You spent a long time pacing the shelves, back and forth until finally you settled on a Sailor moon action figure. You pick it up and smile at the signature phrasing. “In the name of the Moon, I will punish you!” You could still hear the words clear in your head.

You come out with your single doll in the small bag and you put your two fingers in a V-shape over your eye playfully, just like the heroine in the Anime.

Caesar grinned broadly, but the sadness did not leave his eyes.

You’d spent so much time in the stores that the sun was already going down. “I’ve made reservations for dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Won’t Nono get jealous?” You snort.

“Not at all. She knows she has all my heart in her hands. But it's important to talk to you. You gave a starheart to Ruri Kazama last night. That means he reached you, right?”

“Yes, but … he’s the lead member of a yakuza group and he’s kinda out of my league.”

He waved the cigar in his hand airily. “It’s good for a young woman to raise her station through marriage in any case. But in your case, I don’t think any man is out of your league. If you think he is above you, then that’s a good thing. There are not many men like that. Much less, a man like that who you’d find attractive enough to grant a star-heart.”

You laugh. “You sound like an old Uncle playing matchmaker.”

“I know and I hate it, but I’ve given it a lot of thought.” He grimaced. “I thought you would be good for Lu Mingfei, but he’s a stable European Hybrid who grew up in a stable household. You’re a wild thing of the White King. You’d never be a good match.” Caesar mused. “Ruri, on the other hand, knew more about you than you did about yourself. You seem to understand each other well. You clicked at the Takamagahara Club. I was pretty pissed about that but now… not so much.”

You’d walked until you reached the historical luxury district. There were restaurants here that were passed down generation to generation for hundreds of years. They survived both World War I and World War II. The bricks and mortar were older than Anjou.

He reached over your head to open a small glass door. Inside, you saw only an old Japanese man behind a counter, who looked at you through his craggy face. You figured that this place was by reservation only simply because it was so small. “Let me guess? You bought out every table in this place?”

“That’s right. Lu Mingfei helped me with the Japanese.”

“Is he doing alright?” You ask.

“Yep. He’s got that girl wrapped around his little finger.”

“That’s kinda messed up.” You say, recalling your last conversation with Chance about Izanami using Izanagi’s feelings to further her own ends.

“Well, hopefully it will turn out to be genuine.”

You shake your head smiling. “You really are an Old Uncle.”

Caesar pulls out the chair for you and you sit. “Don’t worry about ordering anything. Everything here is good.”

A waitress came and poured sake into saucers from a black bottle and you remember that you promised Caesar to have a date over Sake and this was it. You can’t believe you forgot about that but given everything that was happening it was understandable. It was more incredible that Caesar actually remembered.

Once the sake was poured, Caesar raised his saucer and you joined him in a toast. “A toast to the best damn freshman I’ve ever met.”

“And a toast to the fearless friend of justice!”

The sake was good, not quite sweet but full of the aroma and taste of rice in the alcohol.

“I want to discuss your future at Cassell after this. It’s unfortunate to say, but once this mission is over, even if I’m alive at the end, I won’t be able to shield you from the school board or anyone else.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Oh? The Gattuso heir admitting that he can’t protect a lady? Did I wake up in an alternate universe?”

But Caesar didn’t laugh or crack a smile. “It’s the official policy of Cassell College not to admit anyone with unstable blood, like yours. My family pursued Chu Zihang because they suspected him of being of poor bloodline. Had they succeeded, they would have sent him away on an island, far from human civilization. I was able to vouch for him at his trial and foil their plans, but I won't’ be able to help you if you run afoul of them because after this mission, I’m graduating, MC. I will go back to Italy and marry Nono.”

Your expression falls and you feel a trapdoor has just opened underneath you. You were still heartsick over losing Chance. But Caesar was your support staff you could lean on. Without him, you would have given into despair long ago. How could you stand on your own now? You would find a way surely but you hadn’t expected to part from him so soon.

He stares at you now and you understand the cloudy look in his eyes. “I want to make an arrangement with you. For your safety. But it will take you far away from me. So I don’t like it. But I feel it's the best for you. If you agree, then… alright.”

“Alright,” You echo. “Let's hear it.”

“We talked a little last night about how Ruri Kazama wants the Devil Clan to join Cassell and replace Hydra as the Japan Branch. But Ruri Kazama does not want to stay at Cassell and run the Devil Clan. His dream is to become a Kabuki actor and singer. He also mentioned that he recently lost his lover, and cannot help but feel extremely lonely. When he feels very lonely he looks for the loneliest girl and keeps her company. I think you can tell what I’m getting at.”

“Yes, we’re like mirror images of each other now.” You murmur. “So I will join the Devil Clan until Ruri can get them settled with Cassell College and then leave the Clan and Cassell to be a companion to Ruri Kazama?”

“You’ll be safer, and happier, with your own kind.” Caesar said, gloomily

You let out a breath. “But you’ll miss me.”

“I already do.” He reached for a cigarette and pulled it out. Old places like this didn’t mind smoking.

“Thank you for thinking of me. Of course, it really depends too on how well we get along.”

“You don't just give out star-hearts. Pursue him. I think it’ll be nice.”

The plate of artfully crafted fresh sushi was carried to you. Even though you have seen so many wonderful things in Japan, you continue to marvel at the creative ways they put rice together with fish and vegetables to make a bright and colorful display. Even the heads of the prawns served as a splashy centerpiece, their antennae waving slightly like bright orange fountains.

You eat in silence for a few minutes. Neither of you are adept with chopsticks so you just use your fingers.

Finally Caesar broke the silence. “Can you tell me something? You mentioned Ruri Kazama would have to fight another lion. Who is this other lion? I saw that there is a mystery contender that also received a star heart.”

“He doesn’t have a name. I just call him Z, and he’s followed me my whole life. He won’t give up easily.” You lower your eyes and your chewing slows.

“Also a hybrid?” He glances at you, his blue eyes suddenly clear and sharp.

“Yes. The strongest hybrid out of all of Black Swan Bay.”

“Your old boyfriend.” Caesar looked out of the glass door at the front of the store.

“We were never really boyfriend and girlfriend. He trained me to fight. He’s specifically told me not to fall in love with Ruri Kazama.”

“Any particular reason why?” Caesar balanced the cigarette on his fingers.

“He says he knows how that story will end.” You look at him seriously. “He’s possessive and very jealous. It might not go well for Ruri if we end up together.”

“If you’re not boyfriend or girlfriend, what does he care who you end up with?” He put the cigarette between his lips and inhaled.

“I don't know.”

“What will happen if you defy him?”

“I’ll probably die. He’s the one who has guarded my life. My guardian angel. He says that he has known how to keep me alive from the very beginning. If I don’t do what he says, then he probably won’t keep guaranteeing my life.”

Caesar’s eyes narrowed and you saw the killer aura rise in his eyes. “Where can I find this Z person?”

You shrug. “He’s a mysterious thing. All these years and I still can’t figure him out. He just… has a lot of control over things that happen. Like everyone is a puppet on a string and he’s the ultimate puppetmaster. Even Chu Zihang couldn’t help but notice how fortunate it was that we ended up in the backyard of Genji Heavy Industries to hide. Or how the fortunate earthquake I caused managed to assist you in battle. He was the one who took me down to the Genji Elevator and showed me the deadpool even though Chisei Gen didn’t know about it. He was the one who told me to cause the earthquake that saved Lu Mingfei in the elevator.”

Caesar leaned forward. “So is he our ally?”

You lower your voice. “I think your purposes align. He views you as no competition to him. He only gets annoyed at my love interests. Since you are not pursuing me, he couldn’t care less what you do. But I’m telling you this, because if you do send me away with Ruri, it could have consequences both for Ruri Kazama and you.”

“A love triangle?” His eyebrows raise.

“Yes.” You chuckle. “I guess you could call it that.”

Caesar lets out a breath and a puff of white smoke. “Just when I thought I had it all figured out.”

“You almost did.” You giggle freely.

“I do have one ace in the hole. If I can guarantee your life, then that will free you right?”

“But I’m dying as an unstable hybrid… I…”

“Yes but so is that Uesugi girl. The documents in that folder said that the Black Swan Bay children only lived to age 20 and at that age they inevitably turned into deadpool. Erii was created as a dying ghost, the same as you, by the same people that created you. You’re both alive, but you are 18 and Erii is 21.”

You gasp, suddenly breathless. Z’s words to you, that the key to your survival is in Tokyo, come roaring back.

“If I can figure out the secret to how they’re keeping her alive, then you won’t need the Z person.” Caesar smiles, but it’s challenging, snarling.

“You’re kidding! You’re not seriously considering competing with Z!” You always felt that Z, deep down, was a killer, who taught you to be a killer. What Caesar was doing was a dangerous thing, putting himself in the line of fire of someone who wouldn’t hesitate to arrange his death the same way he had arranged everything else.

But Caesar was always like this, running headlong into danger and saying, ‘I’ll figure it out when I get there’. And appealing to fear would never dissuade him.

“I’m not competing for your heart, only your freedom. I don’t like men who threaten the lives of women. There’s actually more I can say, but given your position, I’ll keep it to myself.” He was still smiling that deadly smile, staring out the door as though seeing an unseen person.

“Oh… my god…” You sigh. “Well, if anyone could do it, it would be you.”

Your appetite significantly diminished. You felt cold and anxious. You wondered what Z would say if he ever appeared to you again. You wondered if Z would ignore Caesar, or if Caesar would simply disappear without a trace, as though he never existed.

You left the restaurant and Caesar pulled you close, one hand over your narrow shoulders. “You’re afraid of him. Aren’t you?”

You don’t answer, not even with a nod.

“That makes me more curious. Stay close to me then. That way, if he wants to keep you, he’ll have no choice but to show himself.”

#Dragon Raja

16 notes · View notes

nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 4 years ago

Text

#15: Family

an au me and @eagefree have been talking about – during his revenge quest Lewis somehow ends up with two kids to take care of

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

Anger was what kept Lewis alive now. Or, not alive – he no longer lived – but the need for revenge was what drove every beat of his anchor. Every decision he made was based on poetic justice, on finally catching his killer and exterminating him like the rat he was.

Yes. He was the perfect hunter, with no need for sleep or food. Simply a– what was that noise?

He paused in his pacing around the entry hall, tilting his head to listen better. It sounded sort of like a tree tapping against one of the first-story windows, only… there weren’t any trees close enough to do that.

He followed the sound to the back of the house, to the garden that was enclosed in the U-shaped building. Along the way he picked up a couple of curious deadbeats, who swirled around his shoulders as he investigated.

There was a deer outside, its antlers knocking softly against the window as it nibbled on his plants. Plants which were entirely conjurations, but the deer hadn’t appeared to notice that yet.

“Hey!” He rapped his knuckles on the window, startling it into rearing back. “Leave those alone! They’re no good for you anyway!”

It took off, nimbly leaping the wrought-iron fence and vanishing into the forest. With it gone, he could see several more deer of varying size dotted around the garden. All of them had gone alert at their companion’s sudden flight, and were now staring at the window, eyes shining in the light.

He sighed and moved to the door, waving a hand and sending a few sparks out. “Go on! Shoo! Go find some real food!”

Whether it was the noise or the sparks or the hissing deadbeats or just the fact that he was easily bigger than all of them, they all took off as well, the ones closest turning and running first, followed eventually by the ones further back. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips, and then had an odd moment of confusion where he started to think ha, I must look like – and then his brain scratched and flipped over the thought before it could get finished.

He was distracted from that by the sound of something breathing, shaky and almost whined.

Slowly, carefully, trying to shove away the very irrational fear I’m an unstoppable force with nothing to be afraid of thank you – he floated over to where the noise was coming from.

It was… a small child. Curled up in the dirt, half hidden behind a bunch of thorny plants, panting and staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

One of the deadbeats reared back to hiss again, and he put a hand over it. “Scary faces are for emergencies,” he reminded it sternly.

Turning his attention back to the child, he knelt slowly down to see them better. A small boy, with dirt smeared on his face that almost obscured his splash of freckles, tears wiping small streaks half-clean. As Lewis got closer, he flinched back, breath hitching with a whimper, and for the first time he regretted his intimidating skeletal appearance.

The sight of the tiny child, looking exhausted and hungry, pinged some buried memory in Lewis’s chest. He reached a hand out without really thinking, keeping his voice soft. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Where are your parents?”

He just made a small sound, tears welling, and then started to cry in earnest. Whether from fear or just the question, he wasn’t sure.

“Sh-hh, it’s okay. I…” what was he supposed to do? The part of his mind concerned with revenge snapped that he didn’t have time for this, that he wasn’t supposed to care about anyone – but another part refused to just leave the child here, in the dirt and the cold with nobody else around. “You’re fine, you’re safe- Can I pick you up?”

The child sniffed, wiping his face, and stared at him for a moment before nodding.

This time he didn’t flinch when he moved closer. Lewis easily scooped him up and held him in one arm, fitting him against his side. Immediately he burrowed closer into the warmth.

Another pang of… what? This felt… familiar, and yet not at the same time, in a way he couldn’t quite place.

---

“Can’t you just make some up?”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Much as he might have wished it did. “I can make a lot of things, but you can’t eat fire.” He reached out and brushed back his hair. “I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back before the sun goes down, I promise. And the deadbeats will keep you company until then, okay?”

He didn’t want to leave the child so soon, but he was a human and he needed food. He’d been doing well anyway. He’d told him his name, Mosley, and that he had nowhere else to go – though why exactly that was, he didn’t say, and Lewis didn’t ask. He also explained that the deer that had been hanging out in the garden on the night he found him weren’t a coincidence – they followed him around everywhere. Which was odd, but not inherently a problem, as long as they didn’t go hungry eating fake plants. They seemed to have figured out by now that the garden wasn’t a good grazing spot, anyway.

Reluctantly, Mosley nodded. With a sigh, Lewis pulled him closer and bonked their foreheads together. “If you take a nap, I’ll be home before you wake up.”

“Okay…”

The “shopping trip” was mostly uneventful, though Lewis couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being followed the whole walk home.

The mansion was quiet when he entered. He was oddly disappointed, for a moment, that no small bundle launched itself into his chest when the door opened. Instead, a deadbeat showed up and shushed him with much severity. He dropped the groceries in the kitchen and followed it.

The sight he found warmed his heart. It seemed Mosley had taken his suggestion and gone to sleep to wait, and a few deadbeats were snuggled up to him, keeping him warm and cozy. Unwilling to disturb them, he still knelt down and briefly carded his fingers through Mosley’s hair.

The gentle touch woke him up, and he blinked sleepily up at Lewis, looking more content and relaxed than he had the entire time he’d been here. A smile flickered across his face. “Mm… y’did come back…”

“Of course I did,” he murmured. “I’m gonna go put the food away now, okay? You go back to sleep.”

“‘kay…” he waved and then snuggled back down into the blanket nest he’d made.

With a little spectral help, putting the groceries away took almost no time at all. He wasn’t sure what he’d do next – he could start actually making something, but he had a feeling Mosley wasn’t going to be ready to get up for a while. He floated aimlessly from room to room, thinking it over.

In the living room, he stopped, some new sense pinging. Something felt… off.

Slowly, he turned around, observing everything. It all looked in place, except… there- something was resting on the couch that he was fairly sure wasn’t there before, colors clashing with the rest of the room.

It was a tiny plush snake, he realized as he floated over and picked it up to examine. With a short body and oversized head, slight dark marks on the tail, and something was definitely odd about it…

He didn’t get much farther than that before something small crashed into him, covering his face and momentarily blinding him. He dropped the snake and stumbled back a few steps, struggling, before he finally managed to grab the assailant and pull them off him.

It was… a ghost. A very small ghost, maybe a little taller than Mosley was. She was wearing a black dress that seemed to be on fire around the edges, and had long hair made of fire that twisted and turned in places, whirling up into… snakes. She had flaming snakes for hair.

She continued shouting and trying to attack him, but it didn’t go very well because Lewis had her arms firmly pinned to her sides.

“Where did you come from?”

“Leggo!”

“Are you going to attack me again?"

She just screamed in response. He sighed and set her down, and instead of jumping for his neck again, she just scrambled backwards, pausing only momentarily to scoop up the stuffed snake and tuck it under her arm protectively. She retreated to the couch in a wary half-crouch.

He knelt down closer to her level, arms on his knees. “What are you doing here?”

She just stared. Or, glared was probably more appropriate.

“You don’t have to leave, but I’d like to know where you came from.”

No response.

This should have been testing his patience, but… he actually wasn’t that annoyed by it. Mostly concerned about there being a ghost this young around. It wasn’t hard to imagine a lot of different reasons for it, and none of them were pleasant. He sighed and stood up. “Right, stay here if you want. But there is someone else in this house, and if you hurt them, I will be angry.” Against his will, his hair flickered a little on the end of the sentence.

Her eyes went impossibly wider, but she was still silent.

---

The little ghost hung around, though she tried to stay hidden and Lewis pretended she was doing well at it. She was interested enough to follow him around the house, peeking around corners or climbing on the tops of furniture.

One evening she came up to him while he was sitting on the couch, and then stood there, waiting to be noticed.

He feigned surprise. “Oh! You’re still here?”

She puffed up her chest, lifting her chin a little. “Yeah! I’ve been here the whole time, hiding. And watching you.”

“You have?”

“I-“ her shoulders lowered and her face fell to the floor. She hugged her snake doll a little tighter. “I’m… sorry I attacked you.”

“Oh.” He sat forward a little, facing her. She seemed genuinely sorry, which was a stark change from how she’d been acting before. ”That’s alright, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Yeah. I, um.” She fidgeted a little, hair lowering from the wild mane it had been before into something more subdued. “I thought you were… gonna be angry at me for being here. But… you’re not. Um. You seem… nice.”

“Oh.” Her hiding and watching makes sense to him now – she didn’t know if he was safe.

“So!” She picked her head back up, fire coming into her voice again. “Since I like you! You have to let me stay!”

A curious deadbeat floated up to her, and her hair hissed at it. It hissed back without any malice, not really seeming to understand the message.

“I… have to?”

“Yeah! Or- or else! I’ll, uh, you’ll regret it!”

He sighed dramatically, putting one hand on his cheek. “I guess I really have no choice… fine, you can stay here.”

“That’s right!”

He unfolded his legs and stood up. “But my earlier warning still stands. I don’t want you shouting or starting fires around Mosley.”

“You can’t tell me what to do! But, uh, yeah.” She lowered her hand from its fist. “I wouldn’t. He doesn’t- I mean, I… I don’t care about him!”

He doesn’t scare me, Lewis mentally finishes her sentence. “Right. So, where would you like to stay?”

“I, uh, somewhere…” she trailed off, apparently not having thought that far ahead. “A… a bedroom?”

“I think I can manage that.” He started towards a hallway, and she followed. As they walked, he asked another question. “What should I call you?”

“Oh, uh. My… m’name’s Wren.”

“Well, Wren, we’re happy to have you as a guest.”

Wren continued to be very shouty, although she kept her promise and did her best to stay quiet around Mosley. He seemed happy to have a new friend, even if she was a little intimidating at first.

The both of them settled in nicely. Mosley still refused to sleep entirely alone, having to have a gaggle of deadbeats or preferably Lewis himself there. Wren pretended to be above sleeping and laughed at Lewis for going along with it, although he did occasionally feel another tiny body wiggle into the bed at his back, late at night when she thought nobody would be awake to notice.

Between the two of them, he really didn’t have much time to think of revenge.

A small part of him felt guilty about that. His whole purpose was to find his murderer and get vengeance, he didn’t have time to be looking after stray children – but that impulse was quickly smothered by the louder part of him that vehemently said if they don’t have anyone else you need to look after them.

Revenge would have to wait, he decided. Until… until he figured out some alternate place for these two. Yes. This was temporary. That’s all.

Never mind that he wasn’t doing very much to find that alternate place, and that he kept making changes to his death trap to make it more comfortable for the two of them. That was irrelevant. It was all reversible. He was still a hunter, after all.

#mystery skulls animated #MysteryMarch2021 #the nemesis speaks #swift writes

29 notes · View notes

rosepetalwings · 4 years ago

Text

DESSERTRUNE

okay, looks like people are interested in my AU dessertrune so..... please enjoy the upcoming jumble of words i've strung together to explain this au!

(TRIGGER WARNING - This is a horror AU and will deal with dark and disturbing topics, including gore, murder, and even cannibalism, intended to disturb the viewer. The post will be tagged with the appropriate tags to warn for such things but please do not read if such things will affect you negatively. Please stay safe and enjoy something else that may bring you joy, for you are worth it. 🖤)

Story

There's giggly chattering amongst the more naive and imaginative students of Hometown's school of a world in the shadows made of saccharine enchantment and wonder... Taffy trees and frosted fields and sweet smiles from the saccharine people that inhabit this magical land. How terrible it is to know that their innocent dreams are but sugar coated nightmares.

But all is not lost.

For you see, Legend tells of 3 brave young heroes from the Light banishing the Angel’s Confections from the land which promise to bring ruin to them all. To rid the Dark of its extra Fountain and the curious candies that have sprung up in ostentatious billboards and flashy, loud ads all through the Dark World is the Heroes’ Quest; a quest that may consume them whole.

Locations

Light World

Everything in the Light World is mostly untouched, save for the bunker which sports an odd little sticker for some strange candy... Curious when you consider the sticker's brightness and newness against the bunker's weathered and dilapidated age. Probably just some kid with new stickers wandering where they shouldn't have been.

Dark World

????? - Dark and haunting, this muted pink area sports rock candy jewels that glint strangely in the shadows that bathe the area. Best to keep moving along, judging by the strange iridescent sludge that pool around everywhere here and open mouthed grinning puzzles that seem to giggle quietly at you specifically...

Castle Town - A break from the burnt bubblegum-pink, there is an empty town that surrounds a lonely castle. It is dark, and so very quiet, but completely untouched by the sludge from before. Abandoned? Or, perhaps it is so lonely a location, everyone overlooks it.

Field - A long field of pastel purple grass and luscious strawberry pink-red trees with tall buildings off in the horizon... There’s an overwhelming scent of fruit punch on the breeze and- oh! It seems a “Lancer” has left up signage everywhere, warning others in a childish scrawl to not eat from the candy stalls that advertise so loudly and brightly on every path... "The taste of happiness!" the wrapper proclaims. Upon meeting him, there’s a sense that he is perhaps not the most upstanding child with how much he loves to call himself a villain... But- perhaps he has a point, with how the candy seems to beckon the observer with its bright, happy colors... Would you believe this mischievous young lad?

The Scarlet Forest - The smell of sweet fruit punch fades out into spicy cinnamon as the crimson trees seem to grow brighter. A few fallen leaves float on by with the wind as their vehicle, and the stalls from before disappear... Smaller strip malls and buildings abound here... Though there is a large store that calls to each Darkner that approaches with bright neon signs. “Come and see the new line of Halberd Inc. treats!” the dark-circled greeter cries out with a smile so big it looks like it aches, "New improved formula! 150% more sweetness packed in!!" and the huge line of much too eager Darkners that queue up for a taste of the reformulated sweets cheer cacophonously...

Great Board - The smell of licorice envelopes the air in the Great Board, which in and of itself, is filled to the brim with billboards and bright lights and neon signs and weathered posters out the wazoo. It is a smog ridden area, lit only by the blinding neon lights that guide the way up to the castle. There's a small maze of a city here, before the Factory. It's gritty, and dingy, and it smells like a burning dumpster fire there but it is a small bit of respite before trekking elsewhere... Perhaps one could stop at the Boardway Theater, where there's a quaint little horror musical about a killer barber. Song about having "a little ponman", the Halberd Inc. papers last said.

The Factory - Halberd Inc.'s core production facility. Every facet of it is highly secured, contained, and protected. It employs almost every Darkner in the area, in some form or another. If they do not work in the production line, they work in transportation of the products. If they do not transport Halberd Inc. products, they sell the products. Or advertise. Halberd Inc. is inescapable. Halberd Inc. loves you. Halberd Inc. provides for you. Working for Halberd Inc. is happiness. Don't you want to be happy? Feel all sweet inside? The cagey silver-haired assistant hugging his clipboard a little too tightly too his chest doesn't seem all that happy. Maybe if one presses the stressed man, he'll give up the dark secret of this sordid manufacturer... And, quickly, do inform him of where his adopted(?) son has tarried off to.

Characters

Lightners

Kris - The hero of our tale. A quiet kid, normally. Though, normally not so quiet as when they enter the Dark World. They enter a world of sweets and yet their mouth is taken from them, replaced only with a thin, red smile against the purple of their mixed berry gummy flesh. They have no mouth and they must scream.

Susie - A rude girl that's about as tough as leather. ...Makes sense as to why her hide becomes fruit leather, in the Dark World. About as sweet too, deep down. Hard to convince her away from not just absolutely wolfing down all the free food around her though. But... she does listen to Lancer's warnings, thankfully.

Noelle, Asriel, Alphys, Undyne, Toriel, Asgore, Sans, Papyrus - Unchanged. Speculate on what you'd like with them. Though I have thoughts here and there for "sweets" versions of them.

Darkners

Ralsei - A fluffy boy that smells like toothpaste. He'll correct you that it's spearmint that you're picking up and then offer you some sugar free gum. Or an apple. Or some celery. As a healthy snack.

Lancer - The bad guy! ...Or so he says, as he continues to help you through this strange, saccharine world. Just kind of seems like a little kid that means well... A little, jawbreaker-looking kid, with how round he is and the paint splatters from all the signs he makes all over his clothes. ...Are those meant to be there or not?

Seam - The local shopkeep. This purple rock candy feline knows much about this old world and how very terribly the world has been corrupted since the rise of Halberd Inc. Stay a while to keep out from the not-so-fresh air and ask about all the nitty-gritty details, Seam certainly won't mind.

Rouxls - Rex Halberd's right hand man, a frigid blue raspberry slushie of a Kaard and a yes man if ever there was one. Though, only to keep the peace and his life. He only trusts the CEO of Halberd Inc. as far as he can throw him, now that he knows what the candy contains. (He almost throws up every time he thinks about it.) He wants to see the company crash and burn and run away with Lancer to build anew but he's powerless to do so. Rex owns just about everything Rouxls knows... And if Rex doesn't own it yet, he will. A little help or direction for this hopeless assistant would be appreciated.

Jevil - Must be quite the sucker to have searched this far down in the Factory. This swirling lollipop man with a harlequin smile only laughs uncontrollably as you near the bloodied vat of... candy(?) within the room. He was locked in here a while ago and forgotten for the crime of upsetting the CEO with silly games. He wishes to open your mind, see the real truth of this world... Or kill you in the process. Either or.

King - The Rex Halberd. CEO. Father. Friend. Leader. And the most awful person alive. He has more money than most would ever see in 100 lifetimes. He would dangle his own son off of the roof of his factory building. And he would more than happily consume his own products because, just like his workers and his family, the Darkners' bodies used to create his sweets are nothing more than something for him to use and discard when they have become worthless. Kick this dude's fucking ass.

#deltarune #dessertrune #utdr #safeutdr #horrorrune #gore #death #cannibalism #murder #long post #kris #susie #ralsei #lancer #rouxls #rouxls kaard #kris dreemurr #noelle

31 notes · View notes

loominggaia · 3 years ago

Text

Upcoming Looming Gaia Stories

Here are some upcoming stories to look forward to (titles are not final):

As Nature Intended: Evan, Jeimos, and Isaac must escort a sick ogre across the treacherous Burmek ruins. They run into all kinds of trouble along the way and Shadow suffers a serious wound that may put her adventuring days--and her very life--to an end.

Celestial Signals: Isaac's been having crazy dreams all his life. He's starting to think that maybe these aren't just plain old dreams after all...are mysterious forces trying to tell him something?

Pig Bait: Lilian isn't doing so well since she became mortal again. Alaine, Lukas, and Glenvar decide to take her "hog-hunting" to boost her confidence. Will she find her niche, or is this brutal practice doing more harm than good?

Ocean Machines: A routine contract turns into a rollercoaster of unexpected events, and things keep getting wilder with each new discovery. Oh yeah, and Jeimos finds their father in the most unlikely of places. But can they save him from the bizarre predicament he's in?

The Monster Awakens: Disgrace is back after a long, contemplative year in the cosmic realm. His first order of business? Get his scythe back using any means necessary. But before he can do that, he needs to raise a new army...

For Goodness Sake: FUCK YOU CONNOR, YOU LITTLE BASTARD. Oh my god I hate this kid, and you will too after this story. There isn't much I can say that won't spoil everything, so I'll just say...warning: death of a major character. Multiple characters, actually. This one's gonna make y'all mad as fuck. :')

Cruising Altitude: Still reeling from recent harrowing events, the Freelance Good Guys jump on a cruise ship to get their mind off things. They're supposed to be on vacation, but trouble finds them anyway.

Rise of Elatia: A new character gets introduced in "The Monster Awakens" and he's pretty much the main character of this story. This mf is a nasty, NASTY piece of work. He makes Dario look like a pussycat. Also, Patience is also a major character in this one. That's all I'm gonna say.

Technophobia: The Freelance Good Guys get tangled up with a Damijani religious cult. Now they're fighting killer robots and blowing up semi-trucks on the Zareenite freeway. What?! Yeah this one's insane, don't worry bout it.

Miss Mary: Evan unexpectedly runs into his old friend, Mathias. Wait, that guy's still alive? Things get really awkward really fast. I'll just leave it at that.

Curse of the Incubus: An incubus invades Drifter's Hollow, searching for lonely hearts to exploit. When he finds one, he refuses to let go until one of them drops dead. Who do you think gets incubus'd? And who will save them??

Road of Memories: Isaac asks Dr. Jan for help recovering some lost memories. What she finds is dangerous and disturbing, and it damn near kills her. Maybe some things are best left in the dark.

The Noble's Wife: While on a routine contract to arrest bandits, Skel inadvertently rescues his old flame, Jasenia. Think he's just going to give her back to her husband? Think again.

Vicious Vanity: This one is convoluted as hell, but basically Linde and Morbus end up confronting Haggomah about something, and the divine sends them on a seemingly impossible quest.

That's all for now, but more to come. B)

#looming gaia #funstuff #literature

4 notes · View notes

sagasofazeria · 3 years ago

Text

Broken Chains

Song of the Seven Suns, Part 6

Summary: Dawn arrives, and the companions head to battle against remnants of the group called the Mortal Chains, led by a woman named Dymea. A reckoning is had.

Taglist (just ask to be added/removed!): @hellishhin @talesfromaurea @thelaughingstag

content warnings: heavy discussion of slavery, violence and murder, injury, blood and minor gore, death, discussion of death, discussion of trauma/childhood trauma, swearing and strong language

word count: ~3900

Awake before even the sun, the five companions had already set out to confront their enemy, eyes and blades sharp as they crept through the inky night.

The shadows were long and grasping, even as the storm flashed on above. The group moved swiftly and silently through the darkness, all holding their breath for fear it would be their last.

Fuego hated it. He despised the dark, the unseen. He’d never liked the shadows and fog of his home, and he didn’t like this either. He only kept his flames snuffed because the others had insisted it’d give them away. Even though he hated the dark, he knew how to use it to his advantage, and he didn’t want to sabotage his first quest with his new friends.

So, onward they went, pushing forward through the creeping brush and craggy hills, as the slick rocks and leaves flashed with the reflections of lightning above.

Hours passed as they continued forward. Faulkron was leading the group, his faintly glowing elven eyes piercing through the dark.

As the morning wore on, the sun’s light began to begin its crawl across the sky behind the blanket of clouds that still bore down on them. The black of night became the faint notion of blue that lie beyond the curtain, gray clouds filtering what light shone behind them into a dim gloom, rain still falling through the leaves of the trees as the sky shifted.

It was in the faint illumination of the first steps of morning that the five adventurers saw the first signs of their quarry.

Faulkron noticed them first, the ever-so-slight disturbances in the silent stillness of the woods. Moments later, Shakari’s keen senses picked up a faint stench hidden beneath the clean smell of rain. They shared a quick glance, and the group quickly altered course, following the well-hidden trail.

Fuego couldn’t help but smile to hiself. He could tell he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t be any more ready for the coming fight. He saw Shakari’s eyes glinting in same way his mother’s would. Though, Shakari’s eyes were admittedly far larger, and probably scarier. Well, scarier to people who didn’t know his mother.

Shakari looked like a hunter, a proud and vicious one, and Fuego couldn’t be happier to be hunting alongside them.

•••

As Shakari pushed through the brush, clambering over the rocks and small borders that blocked their path, she never lost the scent. They hadn’t told the rest of the group what scent they’d picked up, only that they had one.

On the surface, it was the smell of blood.

Dirt.

Steel.

But beneath that, beneath the layers of rain and storm that hid the scent, beyond even the limits of her smell, something else lurked. Something Shakari could see only by extending their mind to the flows of energy around them, the movement of spirits and magic that pervaded everything, if you looked close enough.

It was there that they could smell pain.

Fear.

Despair.

Cruelty.

A poison sat on the air, one not even the rain could wash away.

And that was what Shakari was hunting. She knew the source of that poison, and on her ancestors she knew she would cure it. Today she was certain the sun would rise on one more step toward redemption.

Tail lashing with purpose, Shakari led the group forward alongside Faulkron, and in time the stench grew and grew. Before long, they found themelves in a small valley thick with trees, a grove of trees hiding them from any nearby eyes. She could smell the poison now, stronger than ever.

“We are getting close,” she whispered, holding up a claw to halt the group.

Fuego’s face pushed out of the leaves above, mouth cocked in an almost sinister grin. “Good.”

“How close, exactly?” asked Faulkron, turning to Shakari and reaching back for his sword.

“Close enough that you might need that, if that’s what you’re asking,” Shakari said, peeking through the still-wet leaves and brush for signs of a camp.

Faulkron gave a nod, pulling the sword from its sheath and steadying his grip, eyes focusing as he began to search as well.

“I don’t see anything, too many trees,” he whispered. “Fuego, can you get up any higher?”

“Naturally.”

With that, Fuego ran off into the trees, light halfling feet carrying him into the foliage without a trace.

The four of them waited for a while, and Shakari could see Alejandro and Jetra beginning to get nervous. Jetra was tapping a haphazard rhythm on a nearby stone, and Alejandro was twisting his hand around the hilt of one of his blades, palms sweaty as he went.

“What is taking him so long?” Alejandro finally snapped, voice at a tense whisper. “He should be here by now. What if he’s been injured, or taken, or—“

“Aww! Alejandro, you were worried about me?” Fuego’s voice suddenly called from the shadows as he walked out of the bushes, knocking a bit of ash off of his hands and beaming.

In a second, Alejandro had his blade halfway drawn. When he saw Fuego, he let it go with a sigh. “Fuego, you need to stop startling me.”

“You’re ignoring the question.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Alejandro sighed. “Yes, I was worried for you. Now tell us what you saw.”

Fuego nodded and shrugged. “I’ll accept it for now. Anyway, I saw the camp. Pretty well defended, actually. I had to take out one scout on the way, but they never saw it coming, so we’re all clear. I can get us there.”

Alejandro held up a hand as they all began to move. “Wait, wait. What even is our plan here? We’ve got a location, what do we do from there?”

“Don’t worry, I think I’ve got something,” Fuego said, looking around for a second before snapping a branch off of a nearby tree with a mumbled apology.

He gestured for them all to kneel around him, and began to draw in the mud. “All right, here’s the plan...”

•••

It was working so far. Jetra hadn’t expected this from Fuego, but a fortress made of wood was kind of a pyro’s playground.

Not to mention, she wasn’t sure she could have come up with a decent plan at the moment. As much as she tried to look like she was sensible and collected, she had to admit she was completely making stuff up in the moment half the time. And that wasn’t when she was crouching behind a rock, staring at the place where her father’s killer was actively kidnapping people and selling them into slavery.

She tightened her grip on her sword, and clutched the amulet around her neck. The symbol of the blue moon was cold in her hand, but it held a comfort she appreciated well. Just a symbol, she knew, but it gave her hope, and gods knew she needed a bit of hope right now.

I can’t fuck this up, she thought to herself, visions of her father’s body being lowered into the ground filling her mind. I can’t.

She looked into the camp again, peeking around the boulder. Even through the soft rain and dim light he could see the faint silhouettes of cages, and she was filled with rage.

Then I won’t.

And that’s when the smell of smoke filled the air.

Jetra watched the pile of brush, scouts’ corpses, and wet leaves they’d carefully gathered against the camp’s edge outer wall go up in bright amber flame, black smoke curling upwards to mingle with the clouds despite the rain. Jetra muttered a brief thanks to the gods that magical fire burned far better than the average flame before leaping over the boulder and charging forward, sword held aloft. Across from her Faulkron and Alejandro did the same.

The smoke and the pile of tinder behind her blew forward into the camp with a sudden gust as the Shakari’s roar sounded through the camp, the groggy slavers caught off guard by the sudden onslaught and confusion in the smoke and flame, the buildings beginning to glow with fire in seconds. Jetra tightened the scarf around her nose and mouth, gritting her teeth as the sudden gust blew her hair forward.

The first group of bandits never even saw them coming. Through the smoke and haze, Faulkron moved like a shade, hacking one of them down with ease.

The next slaver barely had time to draw a weapon before taking Alejandro’s blades through his throat and chest.

Jetra charged forward still, kicking the embers of their campfire forward and setting another slaver alight. She cursed in alarm, throwing off her burning cloak and drawing a sword.

Shouts and cries went up around the camp, as more slavers were woken from their sleep to try fight off the attackers and the fire.

Smoke still covered the camp, and there was coughing among the unprepared bandits as they began to draw their weapons.

The badnit Jetra had tried to burn lunged forward with her sword, slicing across her right arm.

Jetra hissed, feeling warmth trickling down her arm and beginning to soak her clothes.

“You’re not who I’m here for, asshole,” she growled, swinging her own sword forward into the slaver’s side, cutting through the leather and sinking the blade into flesh.

The woman only grunted and raised her sword in response, but was cut off by a hissing as a familiar red-hot scimitar pushed out through her chest and she collapsed into the mud with a gurgle.

Jetra nodded to Fuego in thanks, and kept running further forward, trudging uphill as fast as she could. Chaos surrounded her, and she could see the wooden fortifications and buildings catching fire rapidly. There were shouts all around as the slavers began to rally.

As she ran, she saw Alejandro facing a group of slavers with a snarl on his face, all of them standing in front of cages of terrified people. His rain-soaked blades flashed in the firelight, and he charged them, Faulkron right beside him.

Fuego was dancing through the smoke, laughing as he went, burning blade held aloft and cutting through yet another confused enemy.

Shakari’s mouth was glowing with power, and a whole group of slavers and buildings was blasted apart as she roared again.

And Jetra ran forward, her mind was on one thing, and one thing only.

Just before she crested the hill, where the center of the fortress was, a group of slavers leaped from the haze, blades slashing.

Jetra cried out as her leg was slashed open and a dagger was sunk into her shoulder before she brought her sword up to block the remaining swings.

Pain pulsing through her, and she screamed, her voice booming outward as the vibrations shook the ground, sending the slavers in front of her careening backwards, most of them unmoving.

She kept running.

•••

Faulkron’s blade clanged against the slaver’s, but he pushed forward with all his might, sending them stumbling back. As they stumbled, he swung in an arc and separating their helmed head from their shoulders.

He saw Jetra run forward and disappear into the smoke, but had no time to react before he felt a knife across his back, turning to the next bandit.

He swung once, but the rain was still coming down, and even his eyes found it hard to see. His blade crashed off of theirs, and he felt another slash across his side.

Most of the camp was on fire, and it seemed every slaver had rushed out of their tents to fight them.

That much more of a challenge, he thought, and grinned.

The bandit in front of him faltered a moment, coughing in the smoke, and Faulkron took the chance to thrust his sword forward into their gut, throwing them to the side with a heave.

That was when he heard Alejandro scream. Faulkron whipped his head around, and as the smoke briefly parted he saw him.

Torso shiny with crimson blood from numerous slashes and cuts, at least 4 slavers lay dead around him, but a larger warrior had shoved their spear through his shoulder, and he’d dropped one of his blades into the mud.

Faulkron didn’t know what overtook him, but he charged across the burning battlefield, rain pelting his armor, shoulder lowered. He rammed his shoulder square into the slaver’s chest, sending them both tumbling to the ground. He quickly got to his feet in the mud, but was cracked across the face by the spiked butt of the spear, and he felt hot blood dripping down his cheek and chin.

He quickly wiped it away, swinging heavily with his blade, trying to protect Alejandro. The blow glanced off of the slaver’s armor, and they stabbed the spear towards Faulkron.

He managed to block the blow with his blade, and cut once across the slaver’s gut, tearing through the leather armor. Just as the bandit could attack again, however, Alejandro quickly came up from behind, one arm bloody as he sank his blades between the slaver’s ribs, and the large man gurgled in pain, blood trickling down his chin.

Faulkron took his chance, shoving his own blade through the man’s chest as Alejandro stepped away.

As the man fell over, so did Alejandro, collapsing to one knee. Faulkron kneeled next to him, clasping his good arm in hand.

“Come on Alejandro, get back up, fight’s not done yet.”

Alejandro grimaced and took a deep breath, and clasped his arm as well.

“Of course. Somebody needs to protect you,” he grunted, a grim smile on his face.

Faulkron stood again, lifting Alejandro up.

The fires were dying down as the rain kept falling, but the haze was still heavy in the air, although most of the bandits had been slain.

Fuego ran up to them, sporting a large slash of his own across his chest and breathing heavy.

“Hurry, we have to find Dymea, she can’t be let escape,” Alejandro said with a cough.

“This way!” Shakari called from father up the hill, through the smoldering buildings.

As they ran uphill, they heard another scream, Jetra this time.

But it wasn’t one of pain.

•••

“DYMEA! Where are you, you cowardly piece of shit? Come fucking fight me!” Jetra screamed, channeling all her rage and pain into her words, cursing the name she spoke, hoping Dymea was near enough that the magic would take hold.

The smoke was billowing all around, and her knuckles were white as she gripped her sword, waiting for the knife from the shadows.

All she heard in response was a sick laugh, a laugh full of poison and malice.

“And who are you supposed to be, exactly?”

She turned to see an armored and hooded figure emerge from the clearing smoke, grinning with a cold and calculated hate, the dim firelight and predawn sky leaving most of her face shrouded in shadow.

“I’m the daughter of Marakos, and you fucking killed him. Stabbed him in the back. He never had a chance... I’ve come to return the favor, or die trying,” Jetra growled, turning to face her.

Dymea laughed again. “Of course you are. I see you’ve also decided to burn down my slave operation, which will be a problem for me after I defeat you. It’s very annoying, but makes you that much more interesting. I wonder, did the vengeful daughter also join father’s secret society for the idiotically righteous?” Dymea said, looking over Jetra with a smirk. “Oh, but of course she did...” she trailed off, smiling and casually twirling a dagger as she slowly stalked around her.

Jetra furrowed her brow. She hadn’t expected a conversation, and her mind was already clouded with anger. She felt herself faltering, mind paralyzed as she found herself off guard. She shook her head and took in a breath, clearing her head. “Enough! What are you even getting at? Fight me already!”

“Oh, I would, but it’s much more gratifying to do this first. So I can tap into your fears, know what goes on in your mind. After all, I’m going to need to know how to control you. What’s more... you don’t want to tell a boring story, do you, bard?”

Jetra froze mid-retort. How did she know? Had she overestimated herself? I won’t, I won’t, I won’t fail, I won’t fail, her own words echoed through her mind, but now they sounded more like doubts than promises. “What are you talking about? How do you know-”

“Please, I already knew you, long before you showed up here. I remember killing your father. It was a big achievement for me, really. Another reckless idiot with a sword and a bunch of lies to fuel his morals dies by my hand. You’re just the same, clear as day. But you? I’m not going to give you ‘die trying’. No... you’ll be my final trophy from killing your father.”

Jetra’s eye’s widened and she growled. “That’s not gonna happen. No game you try to play will save you. You will die today,” she snarled, weaving years of hatred into her words as she spit magic at the woman before her.

She watched as Dymea hissed and grabbed her head, a slight trickle of blood coming from her ears.

Jetra grinned. “Don’t like that?”

“Oh, so she’s tricky,” Dymea muttered, wiping blood from her face. “Don’t worry, I have some tricks of my own.”

She flicked her wrist forward, and a long dagger sailed toward Jetra with almost inhuman speed. She raised her blade on instinct, knocking it away, only to have a second dagger sink into her thigh. She cried out in pain, and when she looked back up, Dymea was gone.

She called out to the shadows and smoke through gritted teeth. “Fucking cowardly—”

She was cut off when another dagger flew from the smoke, sprouting from her gut with a sickening thud as she cursed.

She tried to set her feet again, looking for any sign of the woman, but she couldn’t see her. Her wounds were burning with pain, and she stumbled again, grimacing.

She took a shaky breath and grabbed her necklace, closing her eyes and looking up to the rainy sky, tears and rain mingling on her face.

“I... I refuse to fail,” she whispered, letting the hope she found in the symbol grow and blossom in her chest.

As her magic faded, she felt her confidence and strength returned.

She opened her eyes saw her companions sprinting up the hill toward her just as Dymea lunged again from the smoke, knives extended towards her.

Before she reached her, however, there was a flash of blue, and Shakari leaped in front of Jetra, one extended hand sending lightning coursing forward into Dymea.

Dymea stumbled to a stop, gritting her teeth as the electricity coursed across her body from Shakari’s outstretched claws before drawing back to them, jumping across their scales as they bared their teeth.

Then, stepping out of a door of embers and smoke, Fuego appeared behind her in a blast of magic. He leaped onto her back, sword piercing her shoulder as she growled and stumbled forward.

“Funny how the tables turn, huh?” Jetra laughed, standing upright again.

Dymea snarled, grabbing Fuego by the neck and throwing him forward into the mud with a wet thud, his sword flinging off into the smoke.

Fuego coughed and tried to roll away, wind knocked from his lungs, but Dymea grabbed his hair and yanked him upward. She smiled at Jetra, dagger flashing in the fading firelight before she stabbed him in the back with a growl, and he coughed blood.

“You’re right. It is funny,” Dymea snarled, before kicking the dagger, sending Fuego sprawling into the mud as he screamed.

Jetra felt her heart sink, and her breath caught. She gripped the sword tighter as they converged on Dymea. Jetra was not going to let her kill Fuego, or any of the others, not when they were so close.

Dymea drew a shortsword and started to step back, but she was quickly interrupted by Faulkron, who knocked the blade aside before bringing the end of his sword across her face with a yell, drawing a line of blood across her cheek even as she leaped away.

Alejandro, adrenaline fueling him through the pain in his arm, pushed forward and stabbed her once through the shoulder as she tried to dodge away, then slammed his knee into her back as she stumbled forward, cursing. She tried to recover, only to be slammed backwards by a boom of thunder, as Shakari split the air with a bolt of lightning.

“And you call me a coward. How many people did you con into helping you kill me, exactly?” Dymea chuckled, spitting out blood.

She stood again, brandishing her last two knives. She looked around at them all, but they had her surrounded. She looked at them all in the eyes, then laughed. “Don’t you know? I don’t fear death. None of us do. Our chains—“

She was interrupted again as Faulkron lunged forward in a sudden explosion of movement. She lashed out, sinking one blade into his arm before Faulkron stabbed his own blade into the earth in front of her, one hand holding it steady.

She looked at him in confusion for a moment, and he only stared back. Then, he grabbed her by the back of the head with one hand and slammed her face into the metal hilt of his blade. Faulkron grabbed Dymea around the throat while she was stunned, crushing inward as she struggled to breathe, unable to escape his grip no matter how much she struggled and tried to move away. Alejandro ran up next to him, grabbing her arms to further restrain her, even as he growled in pain from his wound.

Fuego was still lying in the mud, struggling to push himself up and coughing blood.

“Keep her there!” Jetra yelled, before running over to him, hefting him up from the ground and placing one hand on his chest.

“Get up, damn it. Your story isn’t over yet,” she grunted, letting the healing magic flow into him and close his wounds. She watched as the dagger was forcibly pushed out of his back in a flash of light.

“Thanks... let’s kill this lady?” he panted as he stood and steadied himself on her hip.

Jetra turned back to Dymea with a glare. “With pleasure.”

Jetra strode up to the still-struggling slaver, grip tight on her sword.

“You wanna know why they’re here? They’re all here because you’re a sick fuck who sells people into slavery, and you’ve got a trip to the Nine Hells we don’t want you to miss,” Jetra growled, filling her words with malice again and grinning as Dymea hissed and struggled, more blood leaking from her ears.

She tried to respond, but Shakari clenched her fist, and the lightning coursing around her flashed, spearing into Dymea and causing her to convulse again and fall to her knees, still held by Alejandro and Faulkron.

Fuego held up a roiling flame in one hand, but Jetra put out her arm.

“Don’t. I want to do this.”

She stepped forward and put her sword beneath Dymea’s chin, staring her dead in the eyes. “This is for my father, and all of the people you’ve made suffer.”

Dymea’s final act was to choke out a smile.

“Good. It means I won.”

At that, Jetra shoved the blade upward.

Part 5 | Part 7

7 notes · View notes

bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 4 years ago

Text

The Blood On Our Hands Is A Bond [Corpse x Reader SHORT]

!!THIS STORY MAY BE DISTURBING OR UNSETTLING TO SOME READERS!!

Warnings: Blood, murder, decapitation, dissembling Summary: Y/N joined Corpse on his wicked quest in murdering innocent lives. But what Corpse doesn’t understand is why... Request: No A/N: Ha we need something spooky for Halloween, don’t we? Sorry for those of you who aren’t getting what you requested! I have a lack of confidence and need time to get it back. Thanks for your patience! Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @hairbrush-anon @babyhoneystvles @dannydevitowo

------------------

Corpse watched Y/N from the other side of the cold metal table. A dim yellow light shined down on a gruesome scene of an adult male covered in his own blood and multiple stab wounds. He was naked, but the two killers didn’t do any Jeffery Dahmer shit to the body. The purple rabbit mask he wore when he killed people was off to the side, and so was Y/Ns. He looked at her with worry, watching as she focused on cutting off the limbs of the corpse. His mind wandered, playing in the dark rainy heaths of his brain. When Y/N caught him red handed down her in the chamber in the process of slaughtering someone, he expected to instantly hear a scream and the sound of foot steps against steps and he would have to grab the closest weapon to him and kill her on the spot. But what he wasn’t was expecting was a devilish smile to lay across her face and her joining in on the fun. He never understood why Y/N wanted to join him- she seemed so pure and innocent.. but I guess he was wrong. You never know who people really are deep deep in their souls, thats a place no mind could ever wish to reach.

The sounds of sharp butcher knifes cutting the flesh of human is a sound that could send shivers down any sane persons spine. But for Y/N, it seemed to just be another sound in her ear vocab. It disturbed Corpse- not the sound, but how easily and professional looking Y/N was at... dissembling corpses. He wanted to know why Y/N was like this. People could understand why Corpse turned to the thrill and escape of torture and murder. He was outcasted by those he so desperately wanted to be apart of, he was left alone to fend for himself in the cold battle field of life. He was agoraphobic.. he was not okay. But Y/N seemed to pure and innocent. She seemed like the cute girl with so many friends and happiness, he never expected for her to be a psychopath murderer who enjoyed the cries of innocent people being tortured, the screams of agony of burning someone alive, and the sound of flesh being torn apart. Corpse sighed, being handing the bodies limp leg. You never know how heavy body parts are until you gotta carry them. He brought them into another room which had a black bags. He threw the leg in and went back to Y/N.

After a minute, Corpse finally decided to speak. “Hey Y/N? Why do you do this for me?”

He question was a little vague but Y/N understood the question perfectly. “Well...” She looked up to look into Corpses eyes, “We share the same thoughts but have different friends.” she then beckoned for Corpse to held her lift the last part of the body- the torso. Corpse helped lifting the torso up, feeling the blood stain his hoodie. They walked the body to the room and threw it into one of the bags. They then grabbed the bags one by one and put them in the back of a pick up trunk they had. It was late at night, at least 3am. The air was damp and tasted still, the only sound that could be heard was the crickets. They 2 of them hopped in the car and drove the short away to the middle of nowhere. They already lived by the forest, but they liked disposing of bodies in fields. It was less sketchy and scary, and they feared getting their asses murdered out there. They got to the field, taking the bags of limps of body parts to the middle of the field near the forest. They dumped the parts on the grass, the only light was the pale silver moonlight. They piled the parts together and poured gasoline on them, throwing a lit match and watching it engulf in flames.

They watched with devilish smirks. They made a good team, Corpse and Y/N. Killing and doing whatever they want with people. It was easy being a murderer when the other person in your house is too. While watching the flames rage around the limbs, Corpse felt a slightly wet hand on his. He looked down, seeing the dimly lit hand of Y/N wrapped around his. Both of their hands were covered in blood from playing with limbs. Corpse looked at Y/N, seeing a smile on her face.

“The blood on our hands is a bond, keep this.” He brought his hand up to kiss it, tasting the metallic flavour of blood on her glossy lips. “I love you, freak.”

Corpse smiled, surprised by hearing the words ‘I love you’ come out of the girls mouth, but happy otherwise. “I love you too, crazy.”

~The End~

#corpse husband #corpse x reader #halloween #spooktober #murder #horror #short story

54 notes · View notes