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If you, just like me, grew up labelled as a "good kid", it can be hard to finally go against what is forced upon you by someone's authority.
Especially when it comes to doctors and medication.
I've always been a good kid. I did everything doctors told me. I dieted, I kept taking more and more medication, I never spoke over them or against them, because they know best. Doctors are respectable, they are trying to help. My mom is a doctor. I got back some very shady-looking bloodwork as an adult and never questioned it, just assuming that I had somehow missed having been sick with hepatitis C at some point. The bloodwork turned out to be botched, and I had to go to another town to get it re-taken, showing that I have never, in fact, had hepatitis C. It is likely still a part of my medical records somewhere, though.
I am currently seeing a lot of doctors, as I finally have insurance and can get help for the smaller issues I've been having throughout the years. And yeah, it's kind of a mess. I keep being sent to different doctors from the same field, and they don't communicate with each other. They misread my papers, have trouble accessing my test results and scheduling follow-up sessions, they can be rude and dismissive sometimes, but overall, I'm doing fine, and I'm following their recommendations to a T. And they help, even if actually being listened to might have helped a bit more.
But sometimes, they'll send you to a psychiatrist to rule out some of your symptoms maybe being psychosomatic (because, you see, the only results of yours they could access were your most recent, good results, not the abysmally bad results you had at the beginning of the month, so now your abysmally bad results didn't sound real enough to them to still be causing any lasting issues), and the psychiatrist will be one of those types. The "autism is a terrible disease, but you can be cured!" type. The "you are sick in the head and must be immediately hospitalized, even though mental institution patients in Russia permanently lose some of their human rights" type, the "going into remission for your autism can cure everything, including your actual infections, and don't you dare not want to get rid of your terrible mental disease!" type. And, after pushing you, intimidating you, constantly switching the narrative and lying about what type of medication you are being prescribed, after refusing to elaborate about the side effects and essentially shooing you out while insisting you come back next time fully medicated (despite the next time not being covered by the insurance, and even the first time getting the psychiatrist up in arms about whether or not your insurance really covers it), the psychiatrist leaves you with a list of medications, after you have already extensively told them all about the horrible, life-threatening side effects you've had with similar types of medications before. You look these up online, and the side effects sounds like exactly the type of thing you want to avoid. Your mental health is not as bad right now as it used to be, your main problems are physiological, and it's not the right time to go and risk experiencing such a vast array of side effects that you were never able to escape with these types of meds.
But you want to be a good kid. A medical professional prescribed you medication and insisted that you take them. They also insisted on you coming back and checking in with them, about raising the "baby dosages" that had been prescribed. You are a good kid, good kids do what authorities tell them to! They take the medication and suffer the consequences, because the doctor knows best.
This is where you stop being a good kid and become a reasonable adult who doesn't want to risk fucking dying because they are dealing with some of the most incompetent medical professionals known to man.
I am still as pro-therapy and pro-medication as I was before, but I will keep on looking for a professional who doesn't make me want to write an official complaint about them three minutes in. They must truly believe that mentally ill and developmentally disabled people are incapable of defending themselves and exercising their rights.
Welp, gotta prove them wrong.
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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 162- Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Summary: The Elvenking has spoken for all to hear. Did Josie hallucinate or did she have another prophetic vision? Boromir finally clues Josie in. Josie views a spit swapping moment. All of middle earth feels the wrath of the Elvenking. Garrett gets another visitor with disturbing information, but is it real? Ain't no rest for the wicked.
*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, mentions of murder
Chapter characters: Thranduil, Josie, Rosie, Lola, Legolas, Boromir, Leeanduil, Narcisse, Catherine, Haldir, Rumil, Orophin, Jareth, Garrett, Amara, Elrond, Arwen, Galadriel, Aragorn, Bard, Gimli, Gollum, Ravenna, Lestat, Marius, Maharet, Armand, Selene, Michael, Craven
Chapter word count: 5,949
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The Elvenking sat stiffened and still at the head of his dining table, peering down his turned up nose at the roasted wild beast, greens, fruits and breads before him, foods he had always savored but now found unpalatable, for his eyes were triggered with slitted annoyance at the empty seat belonging to Legolas.
The Prince still had 6 days left out of the 7 that the King had set in stone for his son to return you and Leeanduil to him, but Legolas was still not updating his father on the happenings in Dorwinion. Thranduil knew his first born was intentionally evading his telepathic inquiries and also concealing his thoughts. The Prince's insubordinate behavior would carry consequences of merited punishment. All knew that the King of the Mirkwood was a master of patience and could wait, but not this time, for due to the side effects, per se, of Jareth's bad blood tainting his own, the Elvenking now knew impatience and every inch of middle earth was about to know it too.
There were 13 days left leading up to the winter solstice of December 21st, the day the goblin king and his army of the dead would come and Thranduil wanted his daughter in the safety of his halls, not in the perilous perimeters of Lord Narcisse's lands where he knew bodies had been piling up, courtesy of the wicked warlock Jonathan Harker, the same male witch that had aided his brother Jareth in all of Thranduil's torturous suffering and mind alteration. It would be a winter war like no other, bringing many reanimated enemies and other foes as well, all with plans of painting the silvery snow crimson red.
Bard was also expected to return with extra supplies of Dorwinion wine and ale, per the King's orders, for a feastful party that was set to take place days before the solstice in celebration of the birth and return of the Princess of Mirkwood, but Bard, unknown to Thranduil, was off assisting Aragorn and Gimli in tracking down the Marchwarden Haldir that Narcisse evicted from his lands.
Thranduil could sit no longer, for he craved to breathe the evening air that reeked of the impending doom and gloom and he just wanted to to be alone in his thoughts. Thoughts that you still intruded after seeing you in his mirror, crying on your knees and he found himself wanting to comfort you, which the Elvenking quickly cursed Thranduil for once again.
Scoffing, he eagerly finished off his goblet of wicked wine and then rose to his feet, staff in hand and swiftly glided off without a word to Feren and Tauriel who both sprung from their chairs, as did other elves, to properly acknowledge his unexpected and abrupt exit. The ocean is where the elf lord would head to send a message that could not be denied.
As you strolled down the halls to the dining hall, grasping your aching, injured hand that was concealed inside of a black lace glove, you heard laughter. A child's giggles echoing in the near distance and the pitter patter of running footsteps. When you neared the turn of the hall, a lingering scent of roses filled the air and all the sound came to an abrupt halt, both startling you to a skidding stop.
Peeking around the corner, you saw a little girl sitting all alone on a bench appearing to be around ten years old. Softly, you announced yourself.
"H..hello there. Are you lost?"
The small girl in her plain black dress and matching headband through her long auburn hair, quickly stood to gaze at you and remained silent as you slowly approached her.
Once you had a good look at her face, your eyes grew as a slight gasp escaped your lips. Her eyes were familiar sapphires of a deep blue sea. The same eyes you saw months ago in a dream touching Garrett's face, but there was something more to them that you could not quite place.
"May I...ask...what your name is? M..mine is Josie." you asked as you clutched your chest in shock.
The little one smiled. A smile that was also extremely familiar.
"It's Rosie silly." the child of reddish brown hair giggled and then she ran away.
"Wait! Little girl!"
You ran right after her, but as you rounded the corner merely seconds after she did, the hall was completely empty and there were no doors that she could have slipped into.
"What the..fuck..." you whispered as you spun around and round, your eyes frantically searching for the child you swore was very real, but now you were left wondering if the hallucinations were beginning, the ones Bash told you would come from the panther's infection.
You sat and waited a few minutes to see if she would return, but you remained all alone. Had you been alone the entire time?
After you collected yourself, you hurried off to the dining hall, still searching every corner along the way for the mystery child who had literally vanished into thin air before your disbelieving eyes.
You found Lola, Legolas, Leean and Boromir on the patio adjoined to the dining hall, all enjoying some hors d'ouevres except for your sweet baby who was happily drinking her magical Mirkwood water and began kicking her feet in excitement when she saw you.
The weather was absolutely astonishing for December, for only a day ago, it had snowed and was quite chilly and now it felt like a Spring evening as the sun was slowly lowering to let the Moon have it's nightly reign. This only confirmed to you that the first day of Winter, that being the day of the Winter Solstice, the shortest day and longest and coldest night of the year, would tear through middle earth like a hurricane, just as the dead would do, some even before that with personal vendettas. How were any of you going to be prepared for this? You needed more help, for even with Narcisse's warlock guard and the magic most of them held, they would never be enough and you...you were of no help at all now with Rahl's poison inside of you. Could the dark warlock lord have done it on purpose? Did he know how powerful you actually were? Did you?
Boromir and Legolas both rose from their seats, each offering a head bow to politely greet you and then you smiled and went to Lola, scooping you precious angel into your arms and snuggling her tight. Leean was the closest thing you would ever have to holding your King and being able to feel him and if it weren't for all the eyes on you, you would have broke down crying again. Everything was falling apart and you couldn't even protect your own daughter. You knew she would be safest in Thranduil's halls and if it weren't for the unsafe travel of getting there, you would take her there in a heartbeat, even if it meant suffering all the pain of the memories you had been severely avoiding.
"Josie? Are..you alright my lady?" Legolas asked, as he could see right through your forced smiles. He always could read you like a book, even if he was not connected to your mind like Thranduil had been.
"Nothing feels right. We shouldn't be partying at a time like this. Narcisse has literally lost his damn mind and now he's freed Catherine and my daughter is not safe here anymore. I want to take her home Legolas...but it's even more dangerous to do so. I should have went with you before. How could I have been so stupid? All to retrieve a book I will never find and even if I do, I only have one of the six runes needed in my possession to stop what's coming."
"You...wish to return to my father's kingdom??"
The Prince was stunned, for he knew that he was supposed to take you and Leean back there regardless and he was just as opposed as you were to the travel, but more so because of the new and badly improved Thranduil that you didn't even know was alive and he still believed you should not. Legolas also knew he had to contact his father very soon, he just didn't have the words Thranduil wanted to hear and he feared his reaction, which is why he had shut him out of his mind completely and Thranduil's anger for him doing so, Legolas feared even more.
"I do Leggy. I just don't see how it's possible. We cannot risk it. I won't."
Especially not now, you thought, considering you needed Delphine's antidote that you wouldn't receive anytime soon since Bash had to sneak off in the middle of the night after the party to find her, so now, you were useless power wise and just an added liability to travel and you didn't even know how to explain to Legolas or the others what had happened with Narcisse to cause it.
"I must agree with you. That is why I came back here. For you and my sister...and of course Boromir." Legolas responded in relief.
"Oh..yes. Boromir. I am so sorry. I know you have been waiting to speak with me. I suppose there is no time like the present yes?"
Boromir remained standing, not knowing where to begin. How was he to tell you that his brother, Faramir, was not truly his brother by blood, but actually yours and also your twin? The man of Gondor could see the turmoil you were in over all the happenings and to add this onto your heaping plate seemed so heartless, but...he knew he had no choice.
"I came here to tell you about my...brother Faramir. I have recently discovered something quite unsettling for me, but is of great importance and news for you..and even your father Julian, little one." Boromir explained as his towering form approached you.
"Oh? Well, my father, if he is even that. I don't even know what to believe because some fortune teller told me she feels Julian is my father but his brother Jareth told me that he himself is, that my mother lied. Sorry, long story on that part, but anyways, Julian is not even here to inform of anything. Jareth and Harker have messed with his mind and turned him dark."
"Yes. I am aware. Legolas has filled me in. Josie...Julian is your father. Caroline...she lied to you yet once again, to all of you." Boromir confessed with great sadness.
"How could you even possibly know that?"
"The fountain of fate has shown me. You, Julian and my br.....Faramir," he began to explain, but left out that he saw Thranduil with you in the vision, "were all together, happy...and you called him brother and he...called Julian father. Their eyes of blue skies. They were one and the same as well as their smiles and long noses. The only difference was their hair. Faramir...he shares strands of fire like you."
"Wait, what? My...brother? and...Julian is...both..our...I'm so lost here. Are you saying that my father has another child with someone?"
"Not just someone. Your mother, Caroline. Faramir is your twin."
A gulp traveled down your throat that you almost choked on. A twin?? And what about...Jace?
"Lola...please...take Leean. I..I'm having a bit of trouble breathing at the moment."
"Yes Miss. Shall I get you some water?"
"No!" you swiftly snapped, knowing that it burnt your skin, you could only imagine what it would do to your insides. "Sorry, Lola...I..I would just much rather have the hard stuff right now. Whiskey will be suffice and I will go get it myself. Please excuse me for a moment."
You rushed off, feeling as if you were going to be sick and it wasn't from the cat scratch, but from the overwhelming anger you felt towards your pathological lying dead mother. How was she even your mother??? The two of you were the exact opposite. Yin and Yan, just like Narcisse's alter ego and his damn ring. All your memories of her were from when you were a small child and you had never witnessed her evil side. Your memories of her were good ones. It was as if she had a split personality as well after learning long ago of all her horrific acts, but the only thing she had that was close enough to an alter was her own twin sister that you don't even remember, Cassie, whom she had killed. Caroline was just pure evil. No excuse. Even Maharet, her mother, your grandmother, would vouge for that.
As you knocked back your wicked whiskey with a grimacing cough, you caught a glimpse of Catherine in the dining hall doorway, walking down the hall and she appeared to quite angry and heading towards something...or someone...and of course, you had to sneak a peak.
There were multiple tables along the walls, filled with party goers and Catherine was bee-lining for Narcisse who was standing at one, speaking with two men.
She briefly stopped at the table to rudely call him a judas and spit right across the food and drinks into Stephane's face, then glared at him and walked off with two of Francis's men following her.
Narcisse wiped his face as he watched her exit in disgust, then he went to apologize to the men, but he sensed you, your gaze upon him and your scent. You froze as your eyes locked into his, trying to read them to see if it was him or...Darken Rahl you were once again paralyzed by.
For a moment, you thought you held the eyes of Stephane, the ones that always looked upon you with love and it appeared as if he were going to approach you, but instead, he forced his eyes from yours and continued on with his conversation as if nothing had even happened. You knew better though. Narcisse just didn't want to cause a scene and he would retaliate against Catherine's assault soon enough. The same for Francis. Whatever he held over Stephane's head to force his hand to release Catherine would only be temporary. Cat's always did like to play with their prey before devouring them.
You scoffed at his disregard of you, realizing he was very much still the dark warlock lord behind those beautiful blue eyes, then headed back to your table with another hefty sized goblet of throat burning whiskey.
"Does this Faramir know about me?" you asked Boromir as you sat back down.
"He only knows of the powers he possesses, but does not understand why, for our parents, the only ones he's ever known, are both simple humans. I told him I would find the answers and that is when I went off on my search for them and for you."
"But how Boromir?? How did your parents end up with my...brother and how did my mother ever conceal this from my father???"
"I will tell you exactly as I have told Legolas. According to my father's inebriated words one evening with my mother's midwife, my mother had went into early labor while my father and I were away. She had a boy, but sadly, the child did not survive. My mother was inconsolable and terrified for my father to know, feeling she failed him and that he would leave her, or even more so, that he would blame himself for not being there. A winter carnival had been passing through that very day and one of their travelers, your gypsy mother Caroline, had went into labor. Our people took her in and my mother's midwife delivered a boy and a girl, twins, both of red hair. Caroline demanded to hold the girl and wanted nothing to do with the boy. She ordered her to give "the little bastard" away and to never speak of it to anyone, or she would curse her. To prove her power, the witch gave her a little display of what she was capable of. The midwife watched her own breath forcefully flow out of her mouth as she choked on it. In terror, she agreed, took the boy and ran out and never saw your mother again. It was then that the child became Faramir and no one was to ever know the truth, but my father learned of it years later when my mother was dying, for she then confessed."
"Oh my god...so my mother...she intentionally left to give birth so my father would be clueless. So...I have lost one brother and gained another. The Seelie Queen...she was right. I..I cannot even fathom any of this."
"The who?" Boromir asked in surprise.
"Amara, the faerie Queen of the Wander Woods. She told me I shared birth blood with two others. I..I assumed she meant Raven and Jace...but she said she didn't believe that to be true...and all knows she cannot lie."
The mention of Amara had Legolas cringing inside, knowing he was still bound to their contract of impending marriage.
"Remember though, she is not lying if she "believes" something to be true. It does not mean that is true. Raven is Caroline's daughter with Craven. Is that not birth blood?"
"I...I would think so Legolas. Oh god though, Jace. How..how am I going to tell him this? He will be devastated....just as I am."
"Josie...he is still your family by blood. It should change nothing. Just as it did not change anything when you believed Julian was not your birth father." Legolas sweetly added, trying to shed light on a dark situation as he always did with you.
"I..I know that you're right Leggy, but it still hurts just the same. My other has turned our lives upside down and I...I have a feeling she is not finished."
"How do you mean?" Boromir asked? "She...she is dead, is she not?"
"Well yes, but even that will not stop her. Surely you must know of Jareth's plan to raise the dead and you can bet your ass that she will be one of them. I am very certain he has already done it because all he needed were the three pages from Ashmole that contained the spell. My father...he had went to retrieve them from his special hiding place to reunite them with the book and take down Jareth, but Harker found him and captured him and now...Jareth has the pages and I know he has used them, for only hours ago, I have seen with my own eyes, one of the walking dead."
"So it is true." Boromir whispered in thought.
"The book...it truly has the power to resurrect the dead..." he continued in disbelief.
"Very much so, but they won't be who they used to be." you softly said, feeling your eyes burn of wetness as you began to space out in thoughts of your King while gazing up at the moon.
All the chatter around you faded to muffles as you remembered your time with him at his special place in Rivendell, a place he shared with only you that you longed for almost as much as you longed for him, to feel him and be close to him again. A place where the love that you shared and had made was real. A place that nobody dared to go, that echoed of long ago. A place called Moonlight.
You found yourself standing, almost trance like as you began to see him, on a beach and gazing up at the same moon you were locked into. Were you hallucinating again?? You didn't care. All that mattered was that you were seeing him again when you thought the visions were long gone.
"Josie? Are you alright?" Legolas asked in concern as he stood and took your hand.
Without so much of a glance at him, you freed your hand and walked across the patio, your eyes still frozen inside of the hypnotic moonstone glow above that resembled your King's eyes. It was almost as if you were looking right into them and they were pulling you to him, sucking you out of reality and into his world.
At that same moment, Thranduil had came to a standing rest at the Black Sea's northern inlet. The moon was almost in it's full phase and illuminated over him and the restless waves, for they were feeding off of Thranduil's emotions, as he too, was reliving the exact moments you were.
All the words in your letter to him that he had read under the twinkling multitude of stars in Moonlight, flooded his mind. His eyes began to sting of wetness too, just as they did then, for he could hear your voice reciting the words once more and not even the Elvenking could stop it. At least not before he then heard you singing.
"A million lights are dancing and there you are, a shooting star. An everlasting world and you're here with me, eternally."
Tears now streamed down your face as you randomly sang lyrics of a song that reminded you of Thranduil and his world of magic. Xanadu.
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You could feel many stunned eyes upon you as everyone's voices silenced to listen, and then you felt Legolas's hand on yours once again.
"Josie. Sweetheart. Let me take you back to your room. You seem...disoriented."
"NO!" you sobbed and jerked your hand away. "I...I see him...don't you see him????"
Legolas's moonstone orbs flowed up to the dusk ridden sky where yours were fixated.
"Who? I..I do not see anyone."
"Thranduil!! There, in the moonlight!! He...he is looking right at me!"
Thranduil did see you. He saw Legolas too and his emotions exploded as the Elvenking raged inside of him. He could feel Jareth's blood boiling in his veins as he began to erupt like a volcano.
"Legolas!!" he demonically roared as his sacred staff that he carried in his hand, slammed into the earth and projected a blinding light as bright as the great star.
The Elvenking stood unmoved with a lifeless expression as the strike sent a horrendous sound and jolting ripple effect into the ocean and all across middle earth, the massive tremor was felt and heard.
The skies darkened to an eerie hoary hue as the waves of the Rhun crashed like an avalanche of white powder upon the shorelines of Dorwinion.
You grabbed the railing for support, simultaneously trying to cover your ears while screaming as the ground shook like an earthquake of great magnitude and an ear bleeding diminished chord pounded through the air. Was it the rapture???
Everyone on the patio was shouting in panic and ran inside the castle for safety, except for Boromir and Legolas. Boromir, like you, had no clue what was happening as he looked upon the sky in terror, but Legolas...he knew.
His eyes rolled shut as he gulped down a breath, for it was the only sound that could ever deafen his ears and send shivers through his body besides one other sound that he solely heard. The Elvenking's magnified deep godly voice shouting his name as it internally hammered through the Prince's head, having the only power to make him feel ill.
An hours travel away by horse, the colossal city of Dorwinion was pummeled as well by the sizeable river that divided it and Narcisse's lands. Chunks of stone fell from structures as the inhabitants scrambled for cover with many trampling each other as Haldir stood with clamped lips and eyes alongside his two brothers, Rumil and Orophin, due to the sting they all felt. The blonde pair had made their way from Lorien to aid the Marchwarden in what was to come in the days ahead. Aragorn, Bard and Gimli also stood at the three elves side as all 6 pairs of gaping eyes looked to the North where Mirkwood lied, for each one of them knew what and who carried such intense power, including Haldir who had been previously informed by Aragorn of the Elvenking's survival and warned of what the beautiful giant had become. Haldir too, especially now, was also in agreement with the others that you should not know your King still breathes.
The Seelie Queen's court that was hidden deep in the Wander Woods, a suburb per se of the dark forest that held beauty but was quite deadly, shook something fierce, knocking hundreds of red apples from the trees, sending flocks of birds scattering to the sky and even the bugs scurrying into the cracks of the earth. Amara was never fearful of anything or anyone except for the giant of all elves that she had very stupidly crossed who could squash her like the bugs that she adored or like her kill trees could do to the strongest of vampires and werewolves. Thranduil certainly had a reason to do so when he would come to learn of her entrapment of his son.
Gollum cowered under a tree, shaking like a leaf as his avocado sized blue eyes darted about the dark forest he had taken refuge in. He knew the earth's aggressive movement was Thranduil's doing and that the mighty elf lord now had the precious citrine ring belonging to the goblin King that he stole from him and that Raven stole again. He also knew that gemstone could save him, restore him to what he once was if Jareth was truly dead, so he vowed he would side with the Elvenking when the time came.
In the Misty Mountains, Jareth smiled from ear to ear at the destruction unfolding as he bided his time, circling his crystal balls round and round in his hand, knowing his blood that coursed through the Elvenking's veins was evoking the beautiful disaster before him and that Thranduil was embracing his destiny as a dark elf lord, the true Elvenking and also that by the Winter's Solstice, which mother Jadis would inflict a winter storm like no other, Thranduil would be gone for good. "Your time is short King Thranduil."
At castle Corvinus, the vampires Selene, Maharet, Armand, Lestat, Marius and Lycan Michael all knew what was happening. The brat Prince and his maker Marius knew before most that Thranduil was alive and that Jareth had captured and tortured him and now all were paying for it. They too, knew what was to come, for the dead could sense the dead.
Maharet, she had been absent since the masquerade ball at Lestat's now chateau de ashes, but with good reason and soon, she would come to you with more disturbing news of her twin crimson haired daughters Caroline and Cassandra, your mother and "aunt."
Selene had missed you terribly, but after Harker's deadly attack upon her, her love Michael, knowing very well you saved her and very grateful for it, has wanted her to steer clear of the irrelevant danger, for he and she had lost too much time together as it was and had been lucky enough to receive a second chance. Soon enough, their happy reunion would take a hit though, for they knew that they would have to deal with Craven and Viktor once again. Selene, she knew what Thranduil was now and he most likely despised her even more than he already had, but even so, she would never abandon you.
Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel and Arwen had been enjoying evening drinks after a splendid family dinner on the Imladris patio when the thunderous boom shook their goblets right off the table and caused all the waterfalls to sway and spray. The elves were the most sensitive to the power of the sacred staff and all had a similar reaction to it like Legolas and Haldir did, especially Elrond, who silently shrieked in pain as he held his forehead.
Elrond and Galadriel would soon gather a small council to decide if they should intervene in the war of wrath just weeks away. Elrond knew and had seen first hand what his dear friend Thranduil had endured. He aided him then and he most likely would do it again, for he now could see the King needed saving more than ever.
Ravenna remained at her high rise desolate castle, for she had no desire to return to Jareth. When her sister-in-law Freya had returned just in the nick of time with the three children she needed to keep her of ageless beauty, Freya informed her of news she learned upon the way. News about Jareth's infidelity with the dhampir Raven and all he had done to the King of Mirkwood. In her jealous rage, she vowed to make them all pay and maybe take a little treat for herself, a delicious platinum haired evil Elvenking that was just her type and in doing so, she would punish you as well, for she was the fairest of them all, not you.
Ravenna took to her terrace to enjoy the gloomy night air with some wicked wine while she orchestrated her next moves, when the slick stone floor underneath her high heeled boots had a massive seizure. If she had been standing any closer to the edge, she would have plummeted to her death, for she was a witch that could not fly and the ground full of rubble was thousands of feet below. Lifting herself from the floor, the diabolical beauty Queen grinned and panted in delight after reaching a sinfully shuttering climax brought on by the hand of the vigorous spring himself. Another vow then escaped her lips as she licked them. "You Elvenking, will be mine."
Garrett, still chained by iron shackles to the musty bed in the murky basement, jerked about with sweating nightmares when he was startled awake after repeatably being struck in the face by dirt falling from the ceiling. Once he opened his eyes and his ears, he heard objects falling on the wood floor above him and soon realized his bed was shifting about and banging into the stone wall.
"Oh hell no. I can handle scary, but this exorcist shit is where I draw the line." he garbled through the tremors.
One thing you loved about the vampire Garrett Lee, was his undying wit in times of turmoil. You supposed it was his survival mode kicking in and that, you could understand, even if most of his jokes and jabs were cheesy as fuck.
"Hello Garrett." a man's familiar voice spoke from the dark stairwell, sending a gasping Garrett against the wall with blazing red eyes of defense.
"I..I know that voice. C...Craven??"
"Well you should since I created you." the tall dark and handsome re-vamped vamp spoke and turned around.
Garrett smashed his eyes shut and sprung them open wide to focus, for he hadn't eaten in 24 hours and the iron was draining him of all the energy he had left.
"No..no no...you're not real. I'm fucking hallucinating. It's all I have been doing."
"Was Kate a hallucination? Look around you G. Was the earth shattering about just now too subtle for you? Fee Fi Fo Fum. The Elvenking has spoken. All should know this, even you. In the words of Carol King, I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down. The time is near G. Judgement day."
"Then set me free already, for Christ's sake!"
"Ohhh....language babe. That word is a big no no. And sorry G, can't do that."
"What?? Why in the fuck not?? I'm dying man!"
"Always so dramatic aren't we? You see, you and I are not on the same team anymore and quite frankly, I...am not the same anymore....if I release you, you'll try to stop me, not that you even could, but I just don't have the time for all that nonsense. Besides, you will soon have your hands full with a few...reunions."
"Then why the hell are you here?? To shoot the shit??!!"
"Actually, yes. You see, I died before I ever got to tell you something quite important. To you anyways. I did it for you, even though you were against it and now, well...I guess I kind of wanted to rub it in. You know, for shits and giggles? I enjoy those things."
Garrett could feel it. It was something very very bad.
"What...did..you do???" Garrett snarled.
Craven chuckled as he neared the bed.
"Does the name...Ryan...ring a bell..Roman?"
All the energy Garrett had left, he used up in a fit of rage.
"You didn't!! I told you to leave him alone! To let him have the choice that you didn't give me!!! I will kill you, I swear it!!"
"Now is that any way to speak to the one who changed you?"
"I saved you from that dastardly life with that wife of his. The wife who turned your brother against you. Ryan was going to die. He was never going to wake from that coma and his wife was going to pull the plug! I wanted to give you back a part of your life that made you happy, so a thank you would be nice!"
"A thank you?? YOU caused that fucking accident!!"
"I did and I made up for it by saving Ryan."
"Jesus Christ! Where is he? It's been 20 years!"
"There you go again with that potty mouth. My ears have had enough. You'll figure it all out...if you survive."
"Whoa whoa whoa! Wait! You..you said...reunions...plural."
"Well now, you caught that huh King? Oh, wait...you're not King anymore, that would be me. Gotta run now. Got many others to see. Tell Sally hello for me."
Just like that...Craven was gone and Garrett sat silently stunned. It couldn't be true. Sally? His dead sister that was brutally beaten and murdered by her husband before Garrett became Garrett. He was Roman then and he tried to save her, but he was too late and he ended up doing time for beating the man to death with a hammer. If she was alive, that meant Jareth did it....all to torment him.
Was this real?? Any of it? Or was it another nightmare or hallucination?
Garrett fell back on the bed, gasping with tears in his eyes as he called out one word and then passed out.
"Josephine!"
Back in Mirkwood, the abominable arachnids of the Woodland Realm raced up to the treetops for refuge. Even the lurking queen spider Shelob cowered inside of her dark, wet cave. They were too close to the power of the sacred staff. The light physically hurt them, burning their crepey skin and black beady eyes.
Thranduil had now returned to his halls with the dark elf lord appearance due to the vengeful rage that had consumed him. He stood in his chambers and gazed out the window, up at the moon once more as it reflected in his golden eyes...and then he spoke.
"Ain't no rest for the wicked."
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"through me you pass into the city of woe: through me you pass into eternal pain: through me among the people lost for aye. justice the founder of my fabric mov'd: to rear me was the task of power divine, supremest wisdom, and primeval love. before me things create were none, save things eternal, and eternal I endure. — all hope abandon ye who enter here." DANTE'S INFERNO, CANTO III.
john david washington. 42. agender. he/any. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching HADRIAN LÉCUYER. some of the public has dubbed them WITHER because of SKELETAL PHYSIOLOGY gifted by DYING WITH UNFINISHED BUSINESS. having been an extra ordinary since 2020, they’re doing a good job at hiding EXTENDED RECOVERY TIME. when they aren’t working their day job at CASINO ÉQUINOXE, they are fond of ROBBERY and are never seen without A GOLDEN COIN FOR THE FERRYMAN. at first glance they seem TALKATIVE & CHARMING, though their close friends know them to also be MANIPULATIVE & OBSESSIVE. they consider themself a VILLAIN. ┊┊
001. GENERAL
name: hadrian félix lécuyer. nicknames: n/a ( bone daddy ) age: 42. date of birth: 10/29/1981. zodiac: scorpio. place of birth: lyon, france. current residence: unknown. gender: agender. pronouns: he / him. ( but accepts all. ) truly, as a dead man — he doesn't care what pronouns you use. but he / him is what he used in life, it's what he's used to. sexuality: pansexual. occupation: he owns and operates casino équinoxe as well as a few auction houses. beyond that, it's nothing legal. ( grifter / thief / bank robber / arms dealer / you name it, he's done it. )
faceclaim: john david washington. height: 6ft 4in. tattoos: from his neck down to his wrists all the way to his ankles are tattoos depicting various scenes of the nine circles of hell from dante's inferno along with others such as demons torturing souls and the like. his back reveals satan in his pit devouring the souls of the wicked. around his throat is 'abandon all hope ye who enter here' from inferno. piercings: lobes ; diamond studs or small gold hoops. distinguishing features: his tattoos & golden canines.
positive traits: cunning, tactful, resilient, smooth-talker. negative traits: ruthless, unyielding, a liar, uses people like tissues. likes: having power / success, tailored suits, loyalty, traditional vices like: smoking, drinking, excess of pleasure of money, reading, philosophy and history, art. dislikes: losing power / success, betrayal, gatekeepers. fears: nothing. hard to be afraid when you've crawled out of the grave. hobbies: reading those scientific journals about eos ; reading in general ; collecting art. habits: flipping his coin over his fingers when he's talking ; smoking
002. EXTRA ORDINARY
[ NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE ]
( tw: gun violence. )
as the books and papers explain it ( and hadrian has many. ) a near death experience is when a person experiences death — but usually not enough to full die. cellular reproduction enhances, similar to the fight-or-flight physiological reaction but on a cellular level. the entire body is rewritten in a desperate attempt to live. there are accidents though.
there are always accidents. especially with those that tend to play with fire.
hadrian has worked with eos, employed them more often than not when planning a heist. they don't go down too easily and a lot of them work for money. but as often as he played with death, it never brushed close enough to spark any extra ordinary life within him. but you know how the saying goes: the house always wins.
hadrian died. he took a shot, the heist gone sour in so many way and he was looking for a way out as all the walls were closing in. his partner at the time saw a way out and took it & hadrian died. he fully, completely died. his body rotted away within the grave, seeping into the coffin and leaving behind the skeletal remains.
but then — oh, but then — well, there's another saying right?
ain't no rest for the wicked.
[ POWER ]
skeleton physiology. his skin and organs can immediately wither away leaving behind a skeletal corpse. he can pick and choose which parts he can make skeletal, such as his hand or his face. he can still talk and communicate even if he has no factories such as his nose, ears, or eyes.
he is nearly impossible to kill as a skeleton and his strength is tripled.
you know nothing of hell but he'll give you a taste.
[ WEAKNESS ]
it requires an extended amount of time to recover as he has to grow the organs, systems, and flesh back. if he decides to become a full skeleton, it will take an even longer time. if he only does one part or another, the time is reduced. The shortest amount of recovery has been noted to be about a week.
as a man, his powers are nullified. he is as any other person out there. if he doesn't become a skeleton by the time he is hurt., he carries this damage into the healing process. ( for example. if he were stabbed before he became a skeleton then as he recovers, the stab wound will still be there and require more healing time. )
[ CERBERUS CORP ]
there's rumors he might be of some familiar relation to the mysterious founding member of cerberus corp, fabián benoit. or perhaps it is an acute obsession. or something far more sinister. he is beginning to direct his focus to cerberus corp, studying their heroes and planning something.
[ CODENAME ]
wither, he chose it himself. he sees the heroes with their suits and armor and well — why not.
003. HEADCANONS.
fairly well known in villainous circles as someone who paid big money for big crime before his death. he's working to get his connections back. he's been dead for 3 years.
obsessed with dante's inferno as a child and it followed him through the rest of his life.
he immigrated to america as a young man with his sibling but his aspirations didn't match the money he had on hand. petty thievery became bigger jobs became more power became more money.
french is his first language, italian his second, and english his third.
004. WANTED CONNECTIONS
GROUP OF 4 ( 1 / 4 ) VILLAINS WANTED — before he died, hadrian had a core group of villains that he paid often and well to do big jobs such as bank robbery / mercenary work / thieving / etc. they would be on semi good terms before hadrian died. those terms can obviously have changed. the group so far: ( AMELIA — MIDNIGHT )
JUDAS ( VILLAIN at the time of knowing each other ) — worked with hadrian but was the one who actually killed him in order to escape. the darkest circle in hell is reserved for betrayers & he wants to be sure you're locked tight.
idk what else im really bad at connections
friends ? other enemies ?
maybe he'll join ur book club
#cc.intro#[ intro. ]#[ wither : threads. ]#[ wither : visuals. ]#[ wither : musings. ]#[ wither : aesthetics. ]#[ wither : dynamics. ]
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8tssm?
Made me think of mysterio’s apprentice au.
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Spiderman breathes slowly as he rests on a rooftop. His eyes trace the city skyline as he pauses. His heartbeat is slowing down. Another fight with Goblin. Unsuccessful. Well, he was unsuccessful in that he definitely did not catch Goblin. But a little successful in that he isn't dead and his new armor weave held up against Goblin’s bombs and claws this time. He takes another breath. His mentor would want to hear from him. It is just a few bruises.
He is just about to call Mysterio when he spots two thugs breaking into a nearby jewel store. He would take care of that first. Leaping down, he tugs up his breather and lets mist start to leak out. He lands silently and swings in after the robbers. He hears them muttering to each other.
“Where do you think they keep the extra money?”
“I know it's in the back office in a safe. Come on. I'm gettin’ the heebies. Dont want him showin’.”
“He ain't gonna show. Got other problems to think about, Id wager, given the state of things. Barely could get home from my day job yesterday cause of Rhino.”
Their conversation is wander-y and whispered and Spidey finds himself crawling after them. He lights up his eyes and claws as more mist starts to pour from his mask. He hums low and the two criminals jump and violently turn. Their eyes widen as trembling hands raise up a flashlight and a gun to point up at him. Spidey begins to speak, letting his voice echo out.
“Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?”
Panicked breathing from the criminals as he whispers a threatening sonnet is music to Spidey’s ears. They start to back up as he flips slowly and starts to slide down from the ceiling on a single thread of webbing.
“Sh*t.”
One says, voice shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. They start to run and Spidey feels a wicked grin cross his face. A few shots are fired as he flings himself after them. But they are scattered and do not come very close to hitting him. He fires a bit of webbing and catches them both quickly. It does not take much to knock them out and tie them up. He presses a few buttons on his gauntlet and the police are called with an automated message of the location of the criminals.
He swings away and returns to his mentor’s lab.
Quentin looks up as Peter takes off his mask.
“Oh, Peter! Good. I'm glad you’re okay! I saw some of the news. Goblin’s pretty nasty isn't he?”
His mentor stands and Peter sighs.
“Yeah. But Ill get him next time.”
“I know you will apprentice mine.”
Quentin chirps with a smile. Peter smiles back at the clear belief in Quentin’s voice.
“Yeah.”
“Now, let's give you a check-up. I want to make sure you do not have any serious injuries.”
Quentin pulls out the first aid kit and Peter sits down, soaking in the care and affection. It is nice to have someone helping him with this super-hero thing. He yawns as he slips off his armor and settles in to be checked over.
#tssm peter parker#tssm au#tssm quentin beck#mysterios apprentice au#hermes speaks#spotify wrapped challenge#ask hermes#tssm
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞
thank you so much my dear anon 💕💕
okay, so
you know there ain't no rest for the wicked - Lucifer au holds P1 because it just does haha I love writing it so so so much and I spent a good amount of time thinking everything through
you come around and the armour falls (and I'll never be the same) - the proposal au. I guess this says all. I think this is like, my favourite movie of all times and the initial idea was not mine but I was plagued with this, I couldn't leave it alone. I love it very very very much
call it what you want to - my current tip who is so far sitting in 66k words with more in my 2 gdocs for this and is a strong contender for the first place. it was supposed to be a simple distraction for me, something I would work on whenever I was avoiding my fantasy fic and then it became everything to me. I am currently not doing anything other than think about my idiots in love
my drug is my baby - pure filth, wrote this in a couple hours after a friend started sending me the pics of pierre on vacation. almost died on the spot but fuck me if I don't love this. not my first porn but I think it's the one I like the most hehe
but it's never too late to come back to my side - it's a fic in a "letters" format and it was very different for me to write but I am absolutely crazy about it (and her better half 'we could call it even'). a bit of angsty, a bit of a bittersweet feeling but all's well that ends well
honourable mention to the merc!piarles world that was my first big work and has some scenes that live in my mind rent free until today
+ extra: the animal shelter au that I have sitting on my docs but never posted bc I somehow could never find a good enough moment to do it. it is very personal to me as I have personally lived the experience of being one of the inside persons of an ONG in my country and maybe that's why there was no "good enough moment". I'll get to it someday, hopefully.
#bubbles posts#piarles fic#(also <redacted> fic that is not piarles and I never thought I would do that oh god. loved writing it though.)#I'm not really one to gloat about my fics but. yeah I do love those the most
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Nie's writing
Mob psycho 100
College funds [Ch 1✔️, 2✔️, 3✔️] & Bonus: Skycrappers
🎯Super 5 headcanons [Part 1✔️, 2✔️, 3✔️, 4✔️, 5, ... , Special LGBTQ edition] & 🎯Psycho book headcanons (but not posted)
Sunflower ✔️
Mother's day ✔️
Good consultations [Part 1 (Ch 1✔️, 2✔️, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10), Part 2(...), Part 3(...)]
From the ashes and the smoke [ Ch 1✔️, 2, 3, 4, 5, ...]
Best men plan the best weddings(or so they say) [ 1, 2, ...]
Ageswap!Au
Halloween Au: Come Little Children(aka Ch 0 & Bonus) & Ain't no rest for the wicked [Ch 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ...]
Dad!Reigenweek [1✔️, 2✔️, 3✔️, 4✔️, 5✔️, 6]
Bitishu meal [Ch 1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
Persona 5
Spilling the beans [1✔️, 2]
Sweet lies ( or 5+1 times Goro lies about liking sweets)
Drag!Akira [ Ch 1, 2, 3, ...]
One more if [1✔️, 2]
Akechi's palace AU
Halloween p5 au 1: Of vampires, hunters, ghouls and other things✔️ & Halloween p5 au 3: High Flyers (KaSumi EpiPrologue) [Ch 1✔️, 2✔️]
Halloween au 2: Blood oaths ✔️
Forgive me Father [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
🎯Royal fantasy/Bastard prince AU✔️
Rumor has it: Yogen Java has a dirty little secret
Goro's & Jose's shenanigans [The Beggining, The Capture, The Discovery, The Conspiracy, The Message, The Change, The Other, The Escape, The Reunion, The Warning, The Proposal, The Revelation, ..., Extras ° °]
Boku no hero academia
No rest ✔️
Shiggy's & Toga's Roadtrip
Avatar
🎯Soulbounds!Au ✔️
Royal pains (a Tophzula fic)
Hetalia
🎯Guilt oni/HRE's ghost ✔️
Extras
🎯Squid Game New game+
🎯Méxican! Chainsaw man ✔️
✔️ Completed and posted
B Completed
I In progress
_ Excerpt/Concept posted
🎯 Bullet fic
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If I had a nickel for every time I created a ginger character who swears, and has a harsh temperament to cover trauma, I’d have two nickels.
“Live or Be Killed Trying.”
While the sun shines in the sky, at its highest at noon, Fran presses her back against the centre fixture in the bullpen. “Fuck!” Is all she can say when the shooter fires some more bullets, catching the terminal on her desk and it rains glass shards around her.
From where she sits and behind the centre fixture in the precinct, she can see Chris tucked behind his desk, desperately trying not to be seen, but it feels like only a matter of time before he’s found and killed.
A palpable fear is evident in the precinct as the scent of death carries heavy in the air like methane; it coats the floor and sucks into their brains when they breathe in that musky, iron scent of blood and the strange acrid scent of Thirium. It lurks and only pounces as the shooter steps forwards, onto the glass shards to announce themselves in this horrific landscape.
Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, Fran curses at whatever fortune has befallen her. “Of all the fucking days…” She grumbles as she leans to the left to see where the shooter is, only to be shot at when her ginger locks fall into the light, “Shit!” She recoils.
“Don’t fucking move, Fran!” The shooter yells at her as they begin to stalk forwards, slowly approaching where she hides.
The detective furrows her brows and tilts her head as she, gingerly, slides across the floor to be as far away from the attacker as she can be. “Do I know you?” She calls back, her hand splayed flat against the floor as she balances her weight on it, pushing herself up onto the balls of her feet.
“Do you know me?” The attacker parrots back with a demented laughter while they yank off their mask, revealing their brown eyes, freckled features and doe eyes, “You destroyed my dad’s life, Fran! You and your fucking sister who shit all over my life and made him kill himself! So, yeah. I hope you know who I fucking am!” She hoarsely yells back, the clacking of the gun audible as she lurches forwards with it.
Fran’s eyes widen as an older case of hers is reborn before her eyes and the resolution twisted beyond recognition.
“Gwen…” She whispers to herself as the memory unwinds and she recalls that toxic regret, as if it everything was all her fault and there wasn’t a single thing she could do to fix it.
The truth of it all comes spiralling down like an avalanche from above, and Chris can only look at his coworker in confusion at the attackers words. He’s always known her to be untouchable, a mystery that seemed to have all the answers but took far too much to unravel, so none ever tried. She’d push people away and lament when they’d slip from her grip, so who is this reflection of her past—a lost totem that stands as a final vestige of a poor choice, or the fragmented remnants of a life she no longer leads?
Fran gestures for Chris to make a break for it and leave her alone with the girl, her two fingers guiding him over to the entrance where thirium erupts from the androids on standby. Their eyes meet and she nods as she bites her lower lip in trepidation; the fear of imminent death seems far too strong for even her to mask.
“All you care about is your money! You don’t care about the normal people who have to graft, steal, beg and sell themselves for a few extra bucks so we can fucking eat!” She presses onwards, approaching the centre of the bullpen now.
With the opening, Chris crawls behind her before he dashes out into the lobby, running for the entrance with his radio to his lips.
Fran purses her lips and clenches her fists. “Gwen, I’m going to tell you something you’re not going to like.” She looks around the corner to see Gwen looking in the opposite direction, waving her gun around as she surveys the area.
“Shut the fuck up! Shut your fucking mouth! Don’t pretend you know me! You know nothing about me! I’ve done things that would shock you!”
That familiar indignant defiance, all of it reminded Fran of who she once was; a young girl full with rage who wielded a loaded revolver and just wanted her life to be normal.
Memories of a time she buried far beneath the surface come up like smoke from a burning forest, revealing that she’d not run far enough from it to avoid being consumed by it. The pain ignites the foliage in her mind, setting ablaze unfamiliar pathways that have been cut off—severed—from her mind, forcing her to look upon these imperfections with her rapt gaze.
“You’re just like me, Gwen, but don’t become me.” Fran solemnly says as she moves to stand, her hands raised while she turns to face the young girl brandishing a rifle, “Don’t be anything like me.”
When they look at one another, their eyes meet as equals who have suffered and wished to purge the source of their emotional conflict. There’s a sort of twisted clarity in there, like a clearing in a dense thicket. It wasn’t comforting, it only served to show how devoid their futures could be if they didn’t fill the void that has been created by traumatic memories. It seemed as though the detective had made it past her failures, her regret and her emotional turmoil as she gazes beneath, looking down upon Gwen as she struggled through the marsh of misery.
“I was just like you ten years ago.” Fran murmurs as she steps closer, her shoes crunching on broken glass, “Just someone who wanted revenge for what she’d been through—someone who wanted the world to make sense.”
Gwen screams and shakes her head as her tears begin to find their form on her lashes. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Stop trying to talk to me!” She whimpers as she half-heartedly waves the gun at the detective.
Fran halts and lowers her hands, not to yield, but to comfort the wounded animal. “Gwen, I know you’re scared and that you just want control of your life back,” She takes one more step as Gwen’s fingers go lax and she sniffles while a gut-wrenching sob becomes a mewling scream, “But this won’t fix that—I promise you. It’ll just make that hole seem so much larger, and there’ll come a day where that hole becomes your life and you can’t get out.” She whispers as she steps ever closer, but the young girl doesn’t try to stop her, she just bawls.
Gwen cries louder, surrendering to her grief. “I just want it to be over.” She pleads with whatever gods are watching, begging her heart to relinquish its agony.
“I know,” Fran murmurs as she reaches for the barrel of the gun, delicately easing it from her grip, “I know you do.”
Slouching, Gwen drops the gun and the detective pulls it completely out of her hold and she slides it across the floor. As it clatters, Fran pays the gun no need and pulls the young girl into her embrace, allowing her to scream into her black vest top as she grasps her red, plaid blouse to anchor herself to the real world.
“I know...”
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@dominiquelefou + @glefou + @valefou
#⋰ ∘ ⦉ — ain't no rest for the wicked ∖ extra. ❜#(ooc: J maravilhoso fez essa edit dos manos todos)#(eu sou mt apaixonada!)#(a prova de que calle não sabe sorrir nnn)#(tô respondendo minhas coisas aqui gente)
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Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good [x]
#wei wuxian#ain't no rest for the wicked#the untamed#mdzs#yiling laozu#once again I don't have the giffing powers to put this into a proper post so this will have to do#at least for all of our sakes i couldn't find a gif of wwx closing his eyes as he falls off the cliff#heck it would be pretty easy to rework the 3 verses for wei wuxian jiggy and xue yang for extra pain#someone take this laptop away from me#shiisa stahp
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Bonus:
Based off the fact Gojo canonically bought a ¥250000 (before tax) shirt.
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Part 1 || Part 2 (you are here) || Extras (not ready yet deepest apologies) ||
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The main comic is split into two posts because the images were too big to fit into one! I have some extra stuff I am wanting to make, but they're not finished enough for human viewing. I've got many theories on how the siblings went from “If I go, will Tsumiki be happy? My answer depends on that.” TO “Don’t act like you’re my guardian. You gross me out.” (for reasons aside from the usual middle school phase of sibling conflict) AND I TRIED INJECTING THEM INTO THIS COMIC (which originally had a count of 9 pages but now is 13 pages + bonus content) BUT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOLLY ONE ABOUT MEGUMI AND TSUMIKI’S ATTEMPTS TO ENTERTAIN THEMSELVES WITHOUT ELECTRICITY. SO NO PAIN
More ranting about the comic below the cut. Spoilers for the manga!!!
This comic was stuck in my head for a while because when I got to c138 I was like OH MY GOD TSUMIKI, Gege why, and I love sibling shenanigans. There’s not much about Tsumiki and her personality just yet (she’s kind, but kind isn’t a personality), but there’s this panel here from chapter 59 that for this comic, I based her entirely on:
She just seems very fun.
Some context info for the comic:
This comic takes place a year an a half after the Hidden Inventory arc and 4 months after Gojo meets Megumi.
(random note: Megumi's age is a bit of a misnomer for me, because canon says Gojo met Megumi in his first year of elementary school in 2007. The events of the manga take place in 2018, 11 years later, when Fushiguro is 15. I'm a bit confused here because children in Japan start elementary school at age 6 (turning 7 by the time they move on to second grade in April), so Megumi should've been 6 years old when he met Gojo. In 2007 though, he should've been 4 turning 5 if he's only 15 (turning 16) in 2018. Did I misread something? For the purposes of this comic, Megumi is 7 and Tsumiki is turning 8).
In this comic, it takes a while for Gojo to gain custody of Megumi and Tsumiki due to the fact that he's still a minor (and has a few more hoops his influence has to jump through) and that he has to very carefully wheedle Megumi out of the Zen'in family's clutches. If he does it too persistently, the Zen'ins would figure out something's up and be more resistant, if not reluctant, to let him go without upping his price. Megumi's Cursed Technique is manifesting, but I think Gojo figured it out only because of his Six-Eyes. Gojo told Megumi to do his best to hide his wakening abilities (which Megumi took as being even less emotive than usual, much to Tsumiki's dismay). If the Zen'ins ever found out he had the Ten Shadows technique, Megumi's fate would've been sealed, and Gojo would have had no way of getting him out. Luckily, the clan's disdain for Toji clouds their judgement of Megumi. Megumi's also born in late December, so for the clan members who don't think he'd amount to much, this detail is easily forgotten, and when Megumi's six years old and nearing his 7th birthday, the clan members would assume he's already seven and passed the 'age limit' to manifest an inherited cursed technique. Gojo coming back to the apartment in 2008 after Megumi's 7th birthday suggests that he was successful in gaining custody of Megumi.
In the last panel of the main comic, you see there's a divine doggo on the roof top. Megumi accidentally summoned a divine dog during the spirited saga of Usa-Chan-Man, but luckily Gojo sensed it and subdued it, nullifying the exorcism ritual.
Speaking of Usa-Chan-Man, she is 1000% based on Lovely Usa-Chan Man from Oresama Teacher (same author as Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun). She's amazing. If you're interested, the manga's hilarious (even if Student-Teacher ain't your cup of tea, be rest assured----this manga is 90% humour, 8% drama, and 2% romance).
Some inaccuracies in this comic I am now aware of; please be gentle with judgement:
- The Fushiguro apartment is not a corner apartment, I know!! I just- I just didn't know okay, and I was committed to having a shot of Gojo chilling on the ledge of the roof
- SAILOR MOON STOPPED AIRING IN JAPAN IN 1997. I DIDN'T KNOW THIS. I personally watched Sailor Moon on VHS tapes. I just thought Sailor Moon would be a show that could be rerun 1203 times and people would be ok with it. I am 100% guessing that anime airs on Sundays at 9PM. I didn't research this at all. I tried to envision leaving out the Sailor Moon part, but there went my Usagi joke and that joke was originally supposed to end the comic at 9 pages. I eventually ended the comic a different way, but Usagi had to be there to create the scene transition to the ending. Just.. Sshh..
- What bills and account books look like in Japan. Yeah, I have no idea. Especially what they looked like back in 2008!! Also, how much utilities costed in Tokyo 2008.. I just went with conservative prices typical of modern day Hokkaido in the winter.
- What the weather was like in January 2008. Was it cold enough that kids were wearing winter jackets? I tried googling historical weather data, but I got nothing (it was just like 10 minutes of googling though, so I wasn't trying that hard). In Tokyo though, January is generally considered the coldest month of the year, so I hoped for the best!
- Candles are not strong enough to cast sharp enough shadows for shadow puppetry. Y...yes... But you see, this candle is really, really big and has a very large wick.
I am done. This is all for now. Thank you for reading, if you've read up till this point!!! Happy Jujutsu Friday and See y'all crying on Jujutsu Sunday.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk spoilers#sorcerer fight#fushiguro megumi#fushiguro tsumiki#gojo satoru#precanon#fancomic#fanart#kid!megumi#fushiguro fluff#fushigurohcs#kids staying up past curfew#my art
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Sounds like you’ll be a busy bee, remember to take some relax time
Ain't no rest for the wicked XD
But I do plan to sleep in hella late tomorrow and taking some extra time to just watch some youtube
I've fallen a little behind
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I need to grow a pair of extra large wall nuts the size of 2 basketballs. Don't be fooled by the media, and the gov’t that runs the propaganda machine denying the truth of God. This nation, and the world is catching hell because of its abusive, bitter indignation towards God, and a blameless people. None of us are perfect, but how come some of these people swear their junk ain't never stunk?. Don't believe them when they preach, and lecture to us that this economy is just 2 big quarterly index profits from turning the corner towards prosperity. We've had multiple quarters in consecutive years that should’ve bolstered the economy, and it did, but not for the Middle Class, and the working poor who are paying the taxes of the 1 percenters who don't believe in paying taxes. They think it's unamerikkkan. The devil is a liar, and the truth is not in them. They are still falsely incarcerating Black men, and women without just cause. and they're killing the innocent without any sense of guilt. Some people will face their judgment before God in such a debilitating way their heads will rotate an entire 360° only to face those this country's murdered whose blood still drips from your hand's, and mouth's. Amerikkka will not acknowledge their offenses against His people who have sought Him out without hearing an answer from heaven praying He’ll devour the devourer for our sake. The global economy doesn't revolve around a people who rebuke the God they falsely served who can't conceive that the God they do not worship will bring calamity upon them suddenly. All of these things can be found in the written word if you believe. 1 Thessalonians 5:2-3 2 For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night. 3 For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape. The reason the WU WU virus came about wasn't because man wanted to destroy the African Diaspora which in truth they did. He let man create this abomination to exploit, and punish the wicked for His purpose globally. The pale horse has rode across the land leaving death, famine, disease, pestilence, wars and rumors of wars behind in its wake. Good job Bush 41, Bush 43, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Powell, Rice, Barack, drumpf, and now Biden. When they killed Mu'ammar Al-Qadhdhāfī whose country was one of the wealthiest in all of Africa I was concerned. Why is the US gov’t attacking this man based on false reports from its intelligence agencies, who will lie to start wars in order to make money? This war wasn't based on what they claimed which is par the course with this Idiocracy..Qadhdhāfī was intent on setting up a central African banking system that would cripple the West in their concerted effort to steal, kill, and destroy Alkebulan’s resources, and the exploitation of its people. He was murdered because he wanted his country and all of Africa to be free from Western colonizers. What man meant to be a curse against us including, the Hamites, and the rest of the African Diaspora as a whole was in turn used to bring down the world economy, along with fear, and trembling to those who still hate, and abuse us. The grocery stores have empty shelves not because the farmers are burning up their crops because they cant get a good price for their work, God has placed this land under a curse. The land you're farming on was stolen from God fearing, righteous, Black men and women. James 5:4-6 4 Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth. 5 Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. 6 Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist you. We followed, and adhered to your demands that stated do whatever the PO PO says baby so you can come home alive. While granddaddy wasted away as a sharecropper plowing fields he once owned that
was stolen from him by a haughty people who murdered his sons and daughters. The US gov’t never wanted to support us as a people, and won't. This is why J. Edgar Hoover went about freely with no conviction in his bloodlust killing historical figures like Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy, and placing the blame on fall guys like Sirhan Sirhan, and James Earl Ray. This country's legacy is built on the spilling of our blood, and the violation of our physical bodies. Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and stablisheth a city by iniquity! This will become your grievance Edom; enjoy. You may doubt these truths until they manifest. By then it will be too late for those who've sought our destruction. Go back to work understanding that your job may not be around in the near future even if you're working at Burger King flipping burgers, and french fries especially if you're working at Burger King flipping burgers, and fries. Ask a Wall Street stock broker who will lie through his teeth in order to sell you some bogus Junk bonds he guarantees will place you in the top 10% tax bracket which is a lie in itself. Of the 10% tax bracket a small percentage pays taxes… maybe. That white collar job you worship, and cherish won't be around much longer the same thing goes for high tech positions at Silicon Valley. Stop stealing patents from Black entrepreneur's!!! Don't look to Africa to be your savior Amerikkka, including the rest of the West. You've ravished the Motherland, leaving her poor, and destitute at least the people whom you look at as worthless in your pursuit to rid this planet of whom you call an unwelcome guest. Have you considered the reasons for this Tribulation? It is, and it's not an unnecessary evil; we've all sinned against the Most High. This was a planned stratagem by the powers that be not excluding the accursed Illuminati which has become a part of pop culture that's dangerously demonic. Nothing concerning Satan is good or should be considered friendly. Board games like the Ouija board will leave you wondering what happened to your daughter, and her friends at Becky's sleepover? Satan’s playing hide and go get it with the apples of your eye butt naked in hell. Sherika knows better than to play with something she knows ain't worth her salvation. That child has seen Candy Man. The Knights of Pythias, The Patriotic Order Sons of America, The Knights Templar, The Eye of Providence, Bilderberg, and a host of others are running amok through Alkebulan with its vast enormous amount of resources that supplies the world's blood so to speak. Every commercial that's trying to sell you a false narrative with a soft ad in an attempt to convince you that this global community is not on the verge of collapsing? They're selling you a pipedream straight from Joseph Goebbels, lying, a-hole, propaganda machine. Black people looked for Joe Biden to deliver them. When has the white power establishment ever done anything popular that sided with the status quo concerning the Black populous? Lindon Baines Johnson was as racist as they come who passed the Civil Rights Legislation into law. He's dead; you might see him again.
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A Karaoke Night Consisting of The DOL Group Would Include:
—Ace singing Lost In The Woods from Frozen 2
—Iris and Amara drunkenly singing Umbrella by Rihanna
—Ace singing Clumsy by Fergie (and being extra)
—Laurent singing Fergalicious by Fergie
—Vylad singing Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant (and just being a happy boy because that's what he deserves)
—Atlas being cheesy (for once) and singing Iris by The GooGoo Dolls
—Oliver singing Waves by Dean Lewis
—Nova singing Ephiphany from Sweeney Todd (and ultimately making everyone nervous)
#incorrectdolquotes#fantasy wip#oc tag#karaoke#oc night#iris marie lycan#music#atlas gavriel adler#amara jane golding#oliver and ace garrik#laurent#nova#vylad
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&&. FESTIVAL DO SALVADOR (6º dia)
𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖋𝖎𝖙
Foi totalmente produzido por uma amiga que trabalha na Princess Life e o transforma em seu pequeno experimento fashion vez ou outra.
#lhqslookbook#lhqssaviorweek#⋰ ∘ ⦉ — ain't no rest for the wicked ∖ extra. ❜#(ooc: lembrem das tattoos pfvr!!)#(eu adoro esses outfit aoksoaks)#(bem basiquinho sabe nnn)#(vou jantar e já venho jogar)#(quem quer inter dá um grito no chat <3)
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ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔏𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔲 -- ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ
Além das diversas tatuagens à mostra, Calle também possuí artes nas costas e mãos, e pode ser considerado um verdadeiro gibi. Como costuma usar sua surrada jaqueta de couro, a maior parte das tatuagens fica oculta normalmente.
#tw: mídia de cobras#(ooc: vi um post parecido e resolvi trazer as tattoos dele)#(dscp o edit de centavos)#(queria dscp tbm por ter sumido)#(ta muito frio hihihi)#(mas amn entro e respondo tudo as reply)#⋰ ∘ ⦉ — ain't no rest for the wicked ∖ extra. ❜
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