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Murder Owls #2

Tw: cursing, talk about rape, sex, alcohol, assassination, rape statistic, n word

This one doesn't have much action either.

On the drive to the hotel

"You know, you could stop bragging about getting bitches and actually help by looking for more jobs and/or people to murder?" Beta says, annoyed by the moans and groaning in the backseat coming from Julien and the girl.

"You see, the thing is, brother," Julien says, focused on the girl.

"What, Julien?" Beta was frustrated.

"The thing is, is that you're always so, so much more left brained than me and Gulf. So logical and straightforward and shit." Julien sat up, hair ruffled and dick out.

"Ugh," Beta looks at Gulf, "Remind me to not look at the back mirror. I don't wanna look at my brother's dick being sucked."

"Gotcha, my cousin." Gulf says, duct taping the mirror. "But he is right about you being so much more left brained than me and Julien."

"Yeah, I know. Did you forget I'm autistic?"

"No, I'm just stating the obvious like I always do. We know this."

"You can state the obvious of my dick being sucked!" Julien jokes, the girl still sucking his dick.

Beta pretends to yell, "I already did."

"Oh, shit." Julien says, laughing as the girl still sucks his dick.

"Yeah," Beta turns back to the windshield and mutters, "Motherfucker."

In the hotel room

"Imma take a fuckin' nap now. Have a good time, y'all." Gulf flops on the bed, immediately falling asleep.

"Imma go to the bar," Beta puts his bag down but still carries his gun. "And y'all," Beta looks at the girl and Julien, "I'm fine with you guys fuckin' as long as you stick to oral."

"Okay!" The girl and Julien agree in unison.

"You kids be good." Beta walks out the door and heads to the bar.

"I'm literally only 4 years younger than you, dude. Whatever, he can't hear me." Julien speaks to Beta which turns into speaking to himself.

"Let's have some fun!" The girl squeaks, pulling her bra off.

Out with Beta

He's walking around the ol' city of Salem, looking for a bar around there. He stumbled upon a bar called the Beer Cave.

"Here alone?" A man next to Beta smiles.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"You seem... Broken." A long pause is taken. Ending that conversation. "You hear about what happened to our President?"

"What?"

"Assassinated. Whoever shot him had the word, rapist, carved into the bullet."

"They catch whoever it was?"

"Nope. Not that I'm aware of." Thean sticks his hand out, "Name's Ermete. You?"

"Strange name."

"It's Italian.",

"Name's Brian." Beta lied, but he didn't like using codenames in public so he and the others always used names with the first initial. "Do you know her?" He tipped the rim of the beer bottle to a woman next to Ermete.

She sported a dark red baseball cap and silver hair in a messy bun with a dark green camo jacket. "Yeah, he knows me and I know him." The woman is obviously a little tipsy. "Name's Logan."

Beta had gotten a better look at the woman than how she did behind Ermete. She had dark brown eyes with olive freckles and curly hair which was hard to tell from behind Ermete. "Odd name for a woman."

"My dads always thought Logan was a better girl name than a boy name."

"Dads? More than one?"

"They were gay, duh."

"I'm sorry, Logan. Are they dead?" Beta said.

"I got my revenge. Advice," Logan pauses and takes a sip of her beer.

Beta leans in.

"Revenge doesn't feel good. It doesn't bring them back. Sometimes, revenge does help if they didn't kill someone you love."

"Like killing your rapist."

"Oh, already did."

Beta is taken back by the statement, not expecting the phrase.

"I'm an orphan who went through foster care. Of course I'm gonna be raped."

"Disgusting. But hey, you killed him!"

"Yeah, plus, it was a while ago. It is what made me a lesbian though so that's one of the few lasting effects."

"Heh," Beta chuckles,

"What do you do for a living? C'mon, does it look like I'm a tattle tale? C'mon." This is the infamous, game recognize game.

"I kill rapists."

"No way, me too!" Logan pauses. "Do you believe in the Greek gods and stuff?"

"Logan..." Ermete is troubled by what Logan is going to do.

"If someone told me they were real, I wouldn't really deny it." Beta is confused.

Ermete and Logan take him to their car.

"The fuck?"

"Greek gods are real, motherfucker."

"The fuck? So, like, Athena, Hermes, Zeus, the whole nine yards?"

"Yeah. Believe it or not, I may or not be Athena's girlfriend."

"Okay, I'm willing to believe you if you prove it." Beta says, curiously.

Ermete jumps and is caught by wings on his shoes.

"Okay, I believe you."

"Nice, good. We need your help." Ermete, or well, Hermes, says like fuckin' NPC ass character.

"Yeah, lemme guess, some kind of fight between gods?"

"Correct,"

"IM KRATOS MUTHAFUCKA!!"

Logan giggles while Ermete is visibly confused.

"Kratos is a videogame character who kill gods. I never played it but I watched gameplays and it seemed super fun." You can imagine Logan or Beta saying that, I do not care.

"Imma call J 'n' G, aight?" Beta says, immediately regretting what he just said.

"J 'n' G?"

"Just, shut up." Beta reaches for his phone and calls Julien.

"Hello?" Julien pants.

"Hey, you guys stick to oral?" Beta chuckles.

"We did until some motherfuckin' nigga ass dick decided to come in disguised as a cleaner and pulls a fucking sword out of the wagon and starts trying to stab me and Gulf!" Julien is just, astounded by what had happened.

"Yeah, I can tell you why." Logan takes the phone from Beta.

"AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HEARTACHE" Gulf laughs ass he pisses on the assassin's body.

"Who is this?" Julien is, slightly, alarmed by the woman's voice on the line.

"Logan, Beta's new lesbian best friend. I am Athena's partner in crime and bed, and I'm Libra."

"You're a Libra?" Beta excitedly asks.

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah."

"Anyway," Logan clears her throat, "Greek gods are real, and I think you might've just killed Ares."

Gulf adds, "And pissed on his body."

"And pissed on his body-- wait-- what?"

"Yeah, I pissed on Ares' body. Fuck, life could not be better right now!"

Everyone giggles.

"But, uhm, why am I talking to Athena's lesbian girlfriend?"

"Oh, uh, you're helping me, Hermes, Athena, Apollo, Hades, Persephone, and a few others, uh, stop Zeus, the deceased Ares, uhh, probably some others we don't know of but those were the prominent two, so."

"Alright, cool. Meet you three at the hotel." Julien hangs up.

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Murder Owls #1

Tw: talk about rape, cursing, guns

There's gonna be more action later on in this series but this is an introduction thing, so... Yeah.

Gulf scrolled through his phone, looking through Tumblr. "Hey, I think I found a victim, do you want me to ask for her number so she can tell me her... Fuckin'... rapist's address?"

Beta paused, still sitting on the floor playing CoD, like a child. "Uhh... Yeah..."

Julien hangs from the bed, "Why do we fuckin' do this again? Kill rapists?"

"No one should have to deal with the pain and guilt that comes from it. Ever." Gulf said, solemnly. Gulf was never a victim but was influenced as a child by social media and the traumatizing effects that come from it.

Silence.

"So..." Beta paused about to finish his game, "Uhhh,"

"Speak, motherfucker." Gulf chuckled.

"Well, sorry, cunt, I'm tryna fuckin' think!"

"Why you gotta call him a Canadian?" Julien said, confused. The other two were silent in the witness of the absolute Idiocracy.

"Julien, are you fucking deaf?" Beta was flabbergasted at his Idiocracy.

"No," Julien was confused, "I'm not dead, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Duh."

Gulf sighed. "Shit, he needs to clean his ears." He walks up to Julien and screams in his ear, "YOU HAVE TOO MUCH FUCKING EARWAX!!"

"Jeez, okay." Julien walks to the bathroom and gets some ear cleaners. (I forgot what they were called and I'm too lazy to get outta bed at 9:53pm while I'm watching The Road to El Dorado on Netflix)

"Anyways," Gulf clears his throat, "We should probably kill that girl's rapist, right? All in favor say aye."

"Aye"

"Aye"

"Nice." Gulf starts asking for the girl's discord. "She says it's 736363 St. Nicolas Ave."

"Dopeness. What state?" Beta says, half paying attention, half focused on the videogame."

"Uhh," Gulf texts the girl, "Oregon."

"What's her name?"

"Mabel Vines."

"MABEL PINES!?"

"No, dip shit, Vines."

"Oh."

"Dumbass bitch."

736363 St. Nicolas Ave, Oregon

Gulf knocks on the door to be greeted by bald man, about 6'6, weighs about 700.

"The fuck are you guys?" The man, drinking some cheap beer. He radiated the smell of semen, beer, cigarettes, and shit.

"The motherfuckers here to kill you. You are Chuck Sadile, right?" Gulf was irritated.

Beta shot Chuck with a goddamn Glock 34, "Bitch ass motherfucker."

Gulf searches the house.

"What are you looking for, G?" Julien says, combing his straight ass hair.

"Money I don't think he'll be using anytime soon."

"Cash?" Beta sasses.

"How'd you know?" Gulf chuckles.

Two. Fucking. Hours. Later.

"So," Gulf running his hands through the stack of money he got, "We've checked twice, we got everything?"

Beta spreads the money like cards, "I'd say so."

Julien walks up with his pockets stuffed with money, "What's up, motherfuckers? No wonder we have so much money."

"No fuckin' shit." Beta chuckles.

A very attractive young woman, Julien's age, walks out behind Julien, smirking.

"Julien," Gulf says.

"Oh, I know. I get bitches."

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I imagine the moon to have curly hair and be horribly shorter than the sun who never has a good hair day ever.

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I wasn't planning on crying today but here the fuck we are. Why would you do this to me?

The Grim Reaper doesn't come for the dead. That's a myth. He doesn't wear a robe either. Nor does he carry a scythe.

The Grim Reaper comes for the living. He wears the uniform of a private, ill fitting on a young man who's barely past boyhood.

The Grim Reaper comes for mothers. And when he comes every mother on the street steps outside to watch him go, dreading that it's her door where he's gonna stop.

The Grim Reaper is trembling and shy. It never gets easier. All those eyes on him.

The Grim Reaper doesn't carry a scythe. He carries a mailbag. And in it are a hundred letters. Each stamped with the Royal Army Seal.

The mother cries. She refuses the letter. But the Grim Reaper will not be denied. He is not the harbinger of death. Only its herald.

The Grim Reaper has no time to stay. There're so many letters yet to deliver today.

The year is 1915, and the Grim Reaper knows that tomorrow will be a busy day as well.

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you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

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Holy shit. This will change humanity forever. We've found God's secret.

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Marvel is low key homophobic as shit, dude. They will do anything to not make an already established character gay. Specifically in the MCU, they made an artificial intelligence fall in love with a goddamn human instead of whatany people wanted much more which was Loki and Mobius to fuck.

I don't ship it but GODDAMN, I'm starting to think I might just to spite them.

Yeah uhhh what the fuck was that

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Currently rewatching season 1 of Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu and remembering.amd missing when I was happy and everyday was fun no matter what. Now look at me years upon years later.

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Greatest crossover in the universe

Omg y’all

So I’m seeing my fav band TFB (the front bottoms) on my bday in September and I just found out that Vundabar is the opener so I might see Alien Blues live

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What is a song from an artist you like that you think is overrated

For me it’s Alien Blues by Vundabar

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Good book idea:

Every neurodivergent is a descendant to a specific god correlating to their disorder.

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You make fun of them for being suicidal and call them emo and shit. You still gonna joke when they really do commit? No. Even though you're probably the motherfucker who drove them to do it in the first fucking place.

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Now, I know I haven't released anything of Murder Owls yet but here's my fan casting!!

Julien:

Beta:

Gulf:

Logan:

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Just finished Murder Owls #1...

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Intimidating girls turn me on so much