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dgttwisted · 2 years

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Matilda!

art by @oriigirii

Name: Matilda Draconia

Birthday: October 1st

Floyd’s nickname: Orca

Dorm: Diasomnia

species: dragon fea

height: 6'8

age: 18/25/(100′s of years old fea are like that don’t worry about it)

Child hood

despite the last name she is actually Malleus’s cousin not sister however due to her parents rather unhealthy treatment of Matilda in her young age she fell under Meleanor's care shaming them for showing her love as she was an egg to pressuring an neglecting her after she hatched. eventually (do to the war) she fell under Lilia’s care.

her parents were in love with each other an loved Matilda when she was in the egg. but because of there circumstances they were in (the war) they put heavy pressure on Matilda.

one a fea doctor one a powerful fea mage they put pressure on Matilda to be the same to never settle then anything less then perfection. they got her addicted to coffee at such a young age despite the fact it no longer makes her awake in any sense of the word she still drinks it. she was only allowed out briefly for exercises which she would use to sneak off an play with kids in a near by village.

she was close with one child in particular human child who was always sickly even though they couldn’t run around like the other kids Matilda found herself spending the most time with this child. Matilda could tell that there condition was getting worse, with the amount of studying she did on the regular she saw a book mentioning that fairy dust or horns could have healing properties. She didn’t give it much thought after that using her own magic to sever one of her horns in half an gave that horn to her friend.

“this will heal you!”

that was probably the most optimistic Matilda had sounded in her life however that didn’t last. the child died that very night holding onto Matilda’s horn, the Child was buried with that horn.

Sense then nothing she did was ever good enough after all she couldn’t save the one thing the one person she cared about. her parents were no help on the matter saying that it was a waste to spend such effort on a human.

Mallenoa stepped in furious that family of hers would treat there own child in such an awful way. "do you not love your own child!?" she rescued Matilda from them an just like Mal had Lilia take care of her.

school life

Matilda is still addicted to coffee she is usually seen with tired eyes an a coffee mug in her hands. she’s tall an muscular though she only really throws down when harshly provoked or if you bring up a sore spot(her horns are a good example of that).

despite her constant exhaustion she gets good grades all around more often or not she tends to have to tutor Silver sense he passes out him class all the time.

Heartslabyul

Matilda unsurprisingly gets along very well with Riddle sense they had similar parenting situations she can sympathize with him. they don’t speak much Riddle is a dorm leader an all but Matilda respects him.

She tolerates Ace’s shenanigans mostly she just feels bad that Duece ends up getting caught in the crossfire. she can tell he’s working hard even if it’s slower then most.

despite not being one for drama an barely using her magi account cater an Wendy( @oriigirii )often have a gossip corner. though it mostly consists of Cater an Wendy gossiping an Matilda just vibing an drinking coffee.

Savanaclaw

Matilda only wishes she could sleep as well as Leona does she needs someone to at least be in the room with her if Matilda wants any sleep. so she’s only a tiny bit envious of Leona. Leona first impression when seeing Matilda for the first time "oh god there is two of you?" also calls her lizard from time to time. in an odd way makes her happy that Leona treats her like her brother.

Lilia will sometimes limit Matilda’s coffee intake in a day so Matilda pays Ruggie in advanced to pass her coffee during class. mutual beneficial relationship seems to there MO.

Matilda an Jack see each other on runs every morning they have mutual respect for each other.

Charlie( @oriigirii ) mutual vibe buddies! but in all seriousness just like Wendy an Floyd(we’ll get to him) he’s one of few people she doesn’t mind showing her horns to as they talk sense she knows he’s not gonna be nosy about it. he’s also one of few she feels fine sparing with.

Octavinelle

Matilda’s relation ship with the octotrio is an interesting one to say the least a story worth sharing sense all three share a part in this story.

“Azul Ashengrotto” she spoke as she did so Azul looked up from his counting of there earnings for the day, his look of annoyance turned into the friendly businessman smile that he always gets when he senses an opportunity.

Matilda came in after hours an found exactly who she was looking for Azul who she had heard was master when it came to potions. Jade an Floyd standing shadowing over him like usual.

“speaking an who might you be?” Azul says in a charming way

She had heard stories of contracts going bad an shady deals. But the only rumor that Matilda cared about was that Azul was an expert an brewing potions.

“whats with the dumb hat!” Floyd shouted Matilda flat out ignored Matilda tossed Azul a vile of a certain potion made for a specific purpose “ Matilda Draconia i hear your an expert an brewing positions name your price an i’ll happily pay in return i’d like more of this potion as much as you can make-”

“ Matilda Draconia?” Jade cued “i wasn’t aware Malleus had siblings-”

“OI!!! don’t ignore me answer my question” Floyd came behind Matilda an smacked the hat off her head.

Before the hat could hit the ground Matilda turned around wined up her fist an punched Floyd Square in the chest sending him flying into the tables behind him. Matilda reached down grabbed her hat placed it back on her head an turned back to face Azul “i’ll pay you back for the tables as well-”

“she’d make a great enforcer if Floyd were ever in a bad mood” Jade said with a smile seemingly not worried with the fact this woman just sent his brother flying.

“i was thinking the same thing!” Azul said drawing up a contract as they spoke “work for me as an enforcer as well as kitchen staff you’ll not only get potions but minmum wage!”

this wasn’t quite the deal she was expecting “do i get free coffee to?”

“i don’t see why not!” Azul said gleefully

“deal” she turns to leave “oh an about what you saw?”

“our lips are sealed we look forward to working with you” he waved as she left

then an only then did Jade go to check on his brother “Floyd? you doing ok?”

“Jade!”

“yes Floyd?”

“i think I’m in love with that Orca!”

“oh dear you hit your head to hard Floyd?”

in conclusion they are coworkers and sort of friends?

Scarabia

Kalim it’s not hard statement saying of course they get along great who doesn’t Kalim get along with.

Jamil an Matilda have a unique relationship of i wont bother you if you don’t bother me. she’ll never say it but she does find Jamil quite handsome.

Pomefiore

Vil wants desperately to give Matilda a skin care kit an for her to actually get a good nights rest. Matilda wants to sleep to she just plagued with nightmares so coffee she still drinks. Vil will pin her down one of these days just you wait!

Rook more interested in hunting her after all she’s a dragon fea just like Mal so why wouldn’t he be intrested. “watching her has yet to be boring~!” despite being tired all the time Matilda finds herself in one weird situation after another!

Epel saw Matilda chuck someone across the court yard so he’s been asking her to teach him how to do that for a while now.

Ignihyde

idia has only ever talked to Matilda threw his floating ipad sense the idea of talking to a real life girl scares him. even though Matilda is only really scary if you try pissing her off.

“her states are way to good she’s be op if she didn’t have the tired debuff”

“what?” Matilda didn’t understand that

“n-nothing”

Ortho!! cute robo boy! they are very concerned about Matilda’s health try to have idia upgrade him with the tools to lull someone to sleep he’s worried she could die of sleep deprivation.

Diasomnia

Matilda does respect Mal a lot but also sometimes finds herself in direct competition with him sometimes. mostly in skills with magic an such Malleus tells her “not to worry about it an not to push herself” to her it sounds like mocking but Malleus is just worried about her sense he does view Matilda as a sister

Matilda tried to give advice to one of her freinds who had a crush on someone what she meant to say “just be direct” what she actually said “most times me an Floyd fight out whatever feelings we currently have for each other you should try that” it’s led to one or to problems. Problems like Sebek thinking her word like Malleus's is the most important one out there so takes what she says way to seriously.

Silver tries to help Matilda sleep better an Matilda tries to help Silver not doze off so much. but usually it results in them falling asleep on each other while they study.

Lostaria ( @oriigirii )

an she will never ever tell Wendy this but Wendy reminds Matilda of the human friend she had lost all those years ago. probably why she acts so violently to anyone who so much as looks at Wendy the wrong way. she almost beat a student half to death because they punched him Wendy had to calm her down.

Wendy!!! Wendy is a very important friend to Matilda an not just because he buys her coffee all the time. Wendy is probably one of her best friends she can actually be herself around Wendy an not feel judged for doing so. they fly together sometimes talk a lot a lot!! Wendy mostly talking about his crush an gossip around school an what color he’s gonna paint Matilda’s nails!!

Matilda listens an tries to give questionable advice, one time she could tell Wendy was in a sad mood instead of asking what was wrong she tried a more direct method. she picked up Azul an chucked him at Wendy with her thought processes being “now that they are close they can have a date an Wendy will be happy!” she’s an interesting wingman to say the least.

#Matilda Draconia #bet you forgot this was an rp blog >:)#looooong post #twst rp #lore #hope you enjoy

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breakneckpeixe · 3 years

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(Sending this to all the Destiny RP blogs) Fuck it new cursed game, "fuck marry kill" with Cabal rulers (Ghaul, Calus, and Caital, in case you forgot who any of them are)

"Kill Calus, cause I ain't sleeping with him again. Fuck Caital because she's gorgeous, and marry Ghaul. I never met him, but I bet I could fix him."

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roaming-axe-aaa · 4 years

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Some AMAZING OCs

((Some amazing OCs y’all should check out. Give them some love! I may not have listed ALL the OCs I wanted, because either; Tumblr didn’t show you in my followers list, or you were inactive for a while. So I’m sorry if you weren’t on this list and you thought you should be. ;;

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@quirkidol- A nice mun and a really thought out OC, she has an interesting story and I just LOVE Kayla to bits. She’s an idol which is interesting, but I also love the fact she’s more complicated than you think. One of my favorite ships, seriously check them out.

@bleachedoracle- I love Wes, I know a lot about Bleach and I love seeing their interactions with other bleach muses. But I also am really digging the BNHA AU, and seeing how loyal Wes is already. Westley is well thought out and has an interesting power. I really like that it’s sort of an OP power but Wes is not OP (if that makes sense?) I just.. love Wes, please check them out!

@sevensav--d | @husk-d | @liberat-d- Some REALLY rad OCs, seriously they’re all so creative and thought out well. I really love seeing them all on my dash. I’ve never talked to the mun, but I bet they’re sweet and nice. I want to RP with more of their OCs, but alas, I am shy. But seriously, check out all Bone’s blogs, def worth a follow.

@yoxngmadnxss- Really neat OC who I’ve seen change throughout the years. I really like this OC and I have a soft spot for her. The mun is super friendly. They’re not super active, but still seriously worth checking out. <3

@muse-arcadia- A dear friend of mine, I don’t know much about their OCs canon lore and stuff, but from what we talk about, their OCs are REALLY thought out well, and they can fit into other verses. The mun is a total sweetie and friendly. And their OCs are super creative and thought out. I love hearing about all their OCs cuz they’re all so unique.

@silent-celeste- They don’t have an about page yet, but I still really enjoy their OC. They’re not super powerful and I like that? It’s a nice change to RP with someone who has a quirkless OC. And I love learning about their OC through RPs. Mun is really friendly and nice too!

@heroific- Some awesome OCs on this blog, all of them are awesome. And I absolutely LOVE their art. Seriously check them out, you won’t be disappointed.

@sncils- I love Layla and all the OCs on this blog, and heck even their canon. Snail is really super friendly and fun to talk to, great sense of humor. And their OCs are just -chefs kiss.- I love them to death. Someone you should seriously consider on checking out.

@lunadianetha- Super cute OC with super cute art. I really enjoy our threads and the mun is really nice to talk to. Their blog isn’t all fancy and stuff, but it’s worth to check them out and give them a chance!

@blackstardiopside- I’ve been mutuals with Nemo for fucking years. If you dig Steven Universe, I HIGHLY recommend her blog. Black Star is by far one of my favorite gems that I wish was canon. Really well thought out and I love her to bits. Really nice and chill mun. Seriously, give her some love and check out her blog. You won’t regret.

@serpentine-rogue- Don’t have to be a homestuck fan to interact with Moose (I know I’m not.) But they have some other verses for Soldan and Soldan is super fun to interact with. She’s such a sweetie and our RPs are usually just chill slice of life RPs, it’s really nice and is a nice change. Check them out!

@traitorousscales- I don’t know much about Teppet’s world and everything, but I would die for Teppet. Seriously such an amazing character. And what I have seen of lore and stuff, it’s really well thought out. It’s tough to make lore of a character and they pulled it off well. Seriously deserves to be checked out!

@badxsshottiexllie | @cartoonyvillainisms- Someone I’ve been on and off mutuals with for... years. It’s funny because we discovered each other recently. ANYWAYS, some rad OCs I would give some time to check out. They have different verses, not just BNHA. Check them out!

@thelittlestdemon- And the rest of your blogs but I forgot what their urls are. ;; Gomen. But I really enjoy our threads and your OCs are creative and I love them. I haven’t read all of your web comic where they come from (I believe?) but I have seen snippets and it’s awesome! Your art is really cute. Seriously please check them out, they have some other verses like a BNHA verse and they’re really fun to interact with!

@sub-zer0-ice- An awesome OC who has neat story. She is a Todoroki OC but one that fits in well. I really enjoy our RPs and their OC is well thought out! I would give them a check out.

#Ti speaks #Promo: New Allies #GIVE SOME OCS SOME LOVE

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amaskofmanyshades-archive · 4 years

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AMOMS Explains: Possession

Ah, possession. What’s a good horror movie about demonic forces without at least one poor schmuck becoming some demon’s plaything? Well, honestly, quite terrifying--but only if utilized correctly. Tonight, i’m gonna explain what it is (as if some of y’all don’t know what possession is) and the many types of possession that can occur.

I had a post like this on another blog...but sadly, that was deleted by accident and i completely forgot to reblog it here. Oops.

Anyway? What is possession?

Well, putting it quite bluntly to all my newbie horror writers out there, it’s the act of seizing or taking over the body, usual via some supernatural force. Demons are probably one of the most well known for doing this, from the Deadites of The Evil Dead to Pazuzu from the 1973 film The Exorcist.

However, it’s not just a demonically exclusive thing. Ghosts and deities, be they regular deities or eldritch, can also use a human like a meat puppet.

Now, onto the different types of possession --

Possession of an inanimate object - this is can usually take the form of the host taking over a human-like object, like a doll, but this can sometimes be just about anything. A great example is Annabelle the Doll from the Conjuring.

Possession of a human being via demon/spirit - Probably the most common type of possession. From The Evil Dead to The Exorcist and maybe more, this one is like playing Russian Roulette, depending on what you get. Demons are likely your most dangerous bet, as they can easily kill the vessel they possess at the given time, whether intentionally like a hostage or unintentionally.

Soul Binding - This one is actually a fairly new concept of possession, but it’s also one of the hardest to really release someone from. Simply because it involves two things: a deal and, you guessed it, the entity essentially binding themselves to whomever the person is. The only real prominent example i can provide is from a longtime RP partner that i’ve known from many, many years now: @chaoticaofthesun‘s Jaye Wylde. Seriously. Go bug her about the demon lady. You shall not regret it. UwU

Possession of a human via a God - Pretty damn dangerous depending on what it is that’s in the human’s body. While most Gods can take on a human guise to wander the Earth as freely as they’d so desire, some don’t have this option. The Eldritch are such an example as merely viewing them for what they are will drive the sanest of men insane. So, they use humans as a means to safely traverse the Earth, as doing so via their true form could mean the fabric of reality is ripped to shreds, but that doesn’t necessarily MEAN it’s a good idea. Doing so can put the person’s psyche at collateral and exorcising them could spell instant insanity and other horrible after affects. But, the most dangerous of this, neck and neck with Eldritch possession is possession via a Death God. But more of this later; i may cover that at a later time. I have a small surprise later on closer to Halloween in this regard. >:3

Total Vessel Possession - Probably the highest form of possession. When the soul of a vessel is no longer occupying the body and the body is but a hollow shell. Typically, higher up demons will resort to this method so that they can easily come to the human realm. As of now, only Mercedes is able to do this but will only perform this will those she deems worthy of her gift. After all, there is a reason why she was given the nickname of ‘She with Hands Most Deft’.

But Steeeeeph! How would you go about exorcising someone from any of these?

Alright, alright, hold yer horses a moment. There are a couple of ways of going about it!

You could call a priest in to help with the ritual. Depending on the circumstances, this could go down two different way. It might work, or it could end up possessing the poor sod and pulling a Father Karras.

In the sense of a demonic possession, the first thing you wanna do is be respectful to the demon in the room. The last thing you really wanna do is piss it off and potentially end up dead or your buddy end up worse off than they likely were to begin with. Sometimes, it can end up as a version of a hostage situation. If so, follow what the damn thing says. More than likely, if you do, the demon will have no choice but to abide by their end of the deal; Demons are usually very honest and value honesty above all else. I say usually, as some may twist the meanings of certain things, thus spinning a half-truth.

If anything else, you might have to perform a mercy kill, as sad as that is; however, this all depends on what it is. A god or eldritch deity? Probably not the easiest thing to off. A demonically possessed soul? A little easier, if the host doesn’t do that for you.

With Soul-Binding, however, it’s a touch bit harder than just a simple exorcism. You must understand: the soul of the demon and the human in question is bound together. The soul does NOT regenerate after the fact, and attempting to do so as such will royally fuck the person up mentally. They have to want their body back, so it’s not something that’s fixed by normal means.

With an eldritch deity? This one’s a tad bit trickier, as the psyche and sanity is at collateral. You have to perform the ritual very carefully but quickly, as this could be a matter of if the person comes out all there.

But anyhow, this has been ‘Possession for Dummies’ by AMOMS/Steph. Hopefully, y’all enjoyed this little bit of me rambling about how possession works in the universe that i’ve taken a few years to lay out, with the help of some friends who enjoy writing as much i do, so some of this was based off of what was spitballed back and forth.

If you have any suggestions for what i could talk about next in the spirit of Halloween, please don’t be afraid to fling it at me! Any and all suggestions will be considered! Until then, later y’all!

#;SHE SPEAKS!! (OOC)#;About the World (Worldbuilding)

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461lightfire · 5 years

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Just some things I needed to talk about...

So… I really want to talk about this since I come across anon hate and hate or ungreatful people more often than I probably should.

A lot of my moots (I call y’all my moots because we more or less interact with each other :D) are getting hate for nothing. They just breathe and all they get is hate. Yeah sure, some of them also get positive comments from anons but that doesn’t mean that those hate anons aren’t there.

I really don’t understand what’s wrong in someone’s head that this person have to be this mean and rude to different people. Like telling someone to kill themselves? Really? Y’all always preach about “mental health is so important” but none of you even dares to think about the mental health of others. When I joined Tumblr back in July 2019 and started my blog, there was nothing about hate. Everyone supported each other.

By the time 2020 happened, I met a lot of super duper cute and super duper nice people. They all were happy in the beginning but slowly after I saw more and more anons hate them in their inbox, even told them to kill themselves. Like for real? You know that people with a lower mental stability tend to do such things? And that a lot of people struggle with these thoughts? What if that Tumblr user really does kill himself? Would you be happy? I bet not. You would have a bad conscience about it, maybe even guilt trip. That’s at least something I hope you do. Nonetheless, STOP doing this. It hurts people to read something like that and you never know what consequences it could have.

Another point I want to talk about is people being impatient. Like don’t you have a life outside of Tumblr? I started doing rps with people back in October where I didn’t have a workplace. In January I had some job interviews and found a new job where I could start working at on Feb. 1st. So I updated y’all on this matter and TOLD my followers that I will hardly be on here since I started working again. I tried answering them when I had days off. But it is normal that someone DOES NOT WANT TO SPEND THEIR DAYS OFF ON TUMBLR ANSWERING RP ASKS. I can do what I want on Tumblr. If I’m NOT in the mood for answering asks, I am still allowed to scroll through my dash, liking and reblogging stuff, as well as answering asks that moots sent me. I can even post things if I have something I want to share. I always tried my best in answering your rps and I tried to do it as often as possible. When you had to wait a little longer doesn’t mean I forgot about the rp, It just meant that I wasn’t in the mood to answer.

Then we had this one anon that had the audacity to call me out in a rude way and asked:

”r u gunna answer rp asks anytime soon or?”

This was just plain rude. But thanks for destroying the fun for everyone. I, myself, am a person with quite a weak mental stability. Reading those asks hurt me. They hurt because I more than often enough said that I am working and ain’t having much time for answering. I also always repeated that I try answering as soon as possible. I drifted off a little.. What I wanted to say.. Thanks to that anon I no longer have the will power and the motivation to write rps because I don’t see the necessity to always repeat myself and then getting hate for taking a little longer to answer than what they expect. So I will stop rping when I finished the ones I have still going. I’ll take a break and decide whether I start rping again or not because I don’t have the stability to ignore those comments.

After all this negativity I want to say some cute things to my moots:

@mrbangchannie : You’re literally one of the first people I met on here and I really don’t want to miss you in my life anymore. I love you so much that words can’t even describe it. Like I always smile whenever you post or whenever you dm me. On the other hand, I am a bad friend since I barely write to you first and I always feel like I lack in socialising. But nonetheless, I will always talk to you in a way. I know that your time on here will be limited due to work but I hope that we still find ways to contact each other.

@channiesmixtape @particularemu @jisungsjheekies @backhugsforhyunjin @doubleknot42 @straykits : I found all of you basically at the same time because I was scrolling through the #stray kids imagines tag. I love all of you and y’all are really talented with writing. I really appreciate your works on my dash and I always look forward to your stories. I know I’m not always giving feedback on them but I try as much as possible. I Love you all. <3

@bunnyminho : We barely know each other but I already can’t live without you. Is it weird to say that you basically mean the world to me? >.< (oh gosh I’m blushing again at these words). You know what I mean. ;)

All in all, I hope this whole stuff ends and everyone can have peace again.

Also: Remember to wash hands, stay inside as much as possible and try to avoid socializing with friends. Call them via Discord, Skype, FaceTime whatever if you really need to see them and talk to them. But most importantly: STAY SAFE AND STAY HEALTHY!

XoXo,

Anna <3

PS.: Please don’t feel attacked if I didn’t tag you, I love y’all equally. <3

#positivity #tw: negativity #461LightFire.rants #my moots #just some thoughts that needed to leave my head #i love yall #i cherish yall so much

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hajimeow-archived · 4 years

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answer this then send it to 3 cool mutuals!

Do you know any languages other than English?

What was your first fandom experience?

Reason for your URL?

Least favorite character from your favorite [insert media here]?

Favorite character from your least favorite [insert media here]?

Favorite color?

copy and paste this into the inboxes of 3 cool mutuals!!

(i’m so sorry for this but i got it and you’re a cool mutual so here. also bonus points if you know who i am)

1. girl i barely know english i- short answer is no :)

2. ummmm i saw shipping in the warrior cats fandom when i was like 7-8 and i was literally like ew why do ppl ship cats and then i went to roleplay on a warrior cats amino which was super fun i had rp friends on there and everything

3. YES!!!! OMG IVE BEEN. WANTING TO ANSWER THIS FOR SO LONG SJDJFDJJ OK SO. when i was making a new blog cus i forgot the password to my old one i was using a really old laggy phone and the page constantly kept crashing and coming up with the page that said sorry! this page is not available :( so then i was so fucking pissed that i retried it and typed my username as that and it FUCKING WORKED. and it’s been 3 years and i have not changed it since i’m too attached to it

4. i am literally so hyperfixated on danganronpa but no characters come to mind?? i guess i don’t really like kaito since he slapped shuichi for crying and told him to man up YES IM STILL PISSED ABOUT THAT SJFJFJDJ also hiyoko bcus she’s an asshole to mikan for literally no reason. like what did she do to u i’m- :|

5. ngl i don’t even think i have a least favorite media,,,, ummm maybe black butler? it was good but it felt sorta weird and oddly written idrk but the only reason i watched that was for grell she’s literally the only good character in that show ffs i love her so much

6. purple because red feels really angry and loud and blue is really calm and sad so purple is like a perfect mix between those two,,,,,,

and no it’s fine!! i really don’t mind getting any sort of asks tbh. & i bet ur @the-3d-sky-sister huh

#mine #ask #anon

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southern-belle-outcasts · 4 years

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🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse? & ⚓️ - What fatal error means you will instantly drop a thread?

@mynameisanakin

//I have...multiple muses. Sooooo, get comfy.

Obviously (not so obviously?), my brain children didn’t have anything in particular drawing me to them. They were just born, and they’re constantly revealing new shit as I write more, and pulling slick ones on me. I cannot be held responsible for anything these assholes do. They’re doing their own thing and I’m just along for the ride. Nilza is 9-10 years old (depending if you want to count the year I dabbled with her on goodreads before tumblr) and I’m still learning new shit. Farrar is months old and I’m high key still pulling out information from him. I don’t make the rules. They do.

I got drawn into Rogue, brace yourselves you new peeps that are comic snobs, via Wolverine and the X-Men tv show on being on Netflix at the time. Yes. I got into Rogue off a cartoon that wasn’t the original tv show OR the comics. Suck my left tit. I don’t care. After that I watched the XMCU movies, and then as I developed my blog on here, I started reading the comics, watching The Animated Series, and just researching via wiki and 616 rp blogs. So if you want to get bent out of shape, bet I had you fooled. I was running a movie/cartoon based blogs for years before I officially switched it to TAS, and then finally now just canon divergent 616. But I digress, what actually hooked me beyond Rogue’s power being badass (who the hell wouldn’t like the idea of being able to steal other powers or memories as needed?), I really liked her relationship dynamic with Logan where he wasn’t forcing her to be all happy sunshine and rainbows over her inability to touch people, but neither was he encouraging her to not accept her power. He was basically “yeah kid it sucks, so figure it out and use it as best you can”. She’s introverted, with good fucking reason, yet not shy of back talking anyone. Her moral leaning is to that of good but she’s also not going to let rules stop her. The eye roll at the insufferable goody two shoes people in her life, I feel on a spiritual level. Basically, I relate to Rogue a lot minus all the powers. Which I am constantly given shit for liking Rogue for the fact she’s OP as shit in the comics, and I’m just sitting here like “the Rogue I started off liking didn’t have all these bonus features, dude. I didn’t know they existed. No I’m not writing them away but I will better explain them or why I think she wouldn’t be thrilled to have them or use them excessively. Die mad about it, idk.”

Padmé was for the fact she’s so damn self assured and doesn’t have a hidden agenda. Don’t @ me about her using decoys and not telling people. That’s not deception that’s staying alive when you have active hits on you. It’s not the same and the people that want to bitch and moan about her being sneaky, blah blah blah, no one needs that in their life. Go away. Like for a politician to get into politics, and stay in politics, and be legitimately concerned about continuing to hold up her peoples’ best interests while at the same time having the rest of the welfare of the galaxy also held into consideration, and just be flat out honest up and front about it...even as a little kid I was immediately recognizing “this chick doesn’t give two shits- she’s not playing the game, and they’re trying to KILL her for it, and she just sticks to her guns harder. I’m in love.” So everyone that was like “waah Anakin couldn’t possibly be like ‘wow she’s incredible I want to marry that, he was too young for that’, hi 👋🏼 it me, I’m Anakin. I watched that shit when I was 8. And yeah, instacrush. Also looking back and realizing the Bi was strong in this one, it just wasn’t labeled as that yet 🙃 And I’m fully aware I am not, nor will I ever be, the confident badass that she is, and I’m okay with that. That’s what writing is for. Much easier to explore that with characters since they tend to write themselves, and not try to emulate things in real life since that doesn’t go well. And I never really dropped her so much as I went on hiatus on all my blogs, for over a year because life was poop, and THIS DUMBASS BEING KNOWN AS MYSELF...forgot what the fuck random email and password I used. I tried so many combinations. No success. So I’m just locked out forever, and since I have so few people for the fandom following Rogue’s original that I turned into my multi, I just relegate her to by request only.

As for what fatal error will cause me to drop a thread...there’s a few. Constantly write at me vs to me. If I’m giving you stuff to work with and react to, and I’m constantly being given next to nothing to actually engage with, I’m going to drop it. I’m not carrying a thread. That’s a chore, I’m not here to work. If you start attempting to fuck my muse out of nowhere. I’m not talking flirtations, I’m not paranoid, but like actually hands down pants, making out out of nowhere, etc with no interaction lead up and no discussions, nope. That tells me you didn’t read my rules, or you were like fuck it, and I just, can’t vibe with either. And it’s not like I don’t make my rules readily available by reblogging them on a weekly basis, pinning them to the top of my blog, etc. (I’m fully aware my theme is outdated af which is why I’m constantly telling people I will send character bios and rules in both asks and in posts so that people aren’t stuck clueless. I’m stuck on the app with no good functioning netbook, let alone a laptop. It’s been my pain for years now.) Most anything else is a failure to find muse for lack of plotting for the thread. Them’s the main reasons.

#;out of the south #mynameisanakin #;munday meme

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diabolikmosquito · 5 years

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Tag Game because I have no self-restraint

@the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers posted this one with permission for anyone to tag themselves so obviously I’m gonna take it and run. My asks are empty and I’ve been craving ask games and surveys lately, sue me. Putting it under a cut so I don’t clog anyone’s dash!

Gender: Female Star sign: Taurus Current time: 8:15 PM, though it’ll prolly be later by the time I finish typing this all out. Favorite song artists: Don’t make me choose. A lot of my favorite music is instrumental OST’s, though an instrumental artist or two that I love are ones like Jami Sieber, Brambles, Otto A Totland, and Joep Beving. For non-instrumental.. there’s a lot. Ellise, SYML, Nico Collins, Frank Sinatra, and Bohnes are a few I’ve had in some playlists lately, but there’s way too many. Favorite songs: This is harder than the last one and I am not obligated to answer it. (’: But if you’re someone who reads my samples or threads, you might find some of my favorite OST’s/mood musics that suit the post/hint at something hidden in there. Song stuck in your head: Again, these change so often daily it’s hard to pick one, but a handful include A Little Messed Up by june, Dance Monkey (the slowburn edit), and way more OST’s than are healthy. (Highlights for that include the original Medievil soundtrack, which for some reason reminds me of Castlevania at times.) Last movie you saw: Birds of Prey! I almost didn’t go due to not feeling great, so I’m glad I bucked up and saw it with some friends. Last thing I googled: If you ignore the numerous Castlevania-related things in the last 24 hours, then it’s “cat keeps sneezing.” If not, then it’s “castlevania vampire generals” because being totally frank, I didn’t even know the generals with no lines in the first two seasons had names until recently. Other blogs: I haven’t been on it in ages and actually forgot the password, but once I get on that I’ll get back to you. xD Do you get asks? Not really, but I stick around for the people who’re kind enough to take that interest! I keep all the ask/rp prompts tagged neatly in links on my profile so if someone new comes by one day and wants to interact, it’ll be easy for them to. Reason for your url: The original concept for Pepper was very much a mosquito-like cryptid created for a certain purpose, hence the mosquito. The diabolik part is because I originally joined Tumblr to find a community for Diabolik Lovers (due to some other writing sites being very.. standoffish if you don’t write canons/don’t exclusively write gay ships), but now it’s just all kinds of vampire hell. Once I actually get into some more vampy verses you can bet I’ll be writing/reblogging stuff from those as well! and yes I am looking for more recommendations in that vein (heh, puns) if anyone has some. Average amount of sleep: Erm.. 3-12 hours. During the week it’s about 3-5, and weekends is sometimes my “catch up” time where I still stay up quite late, but actually sleep in to let my body get some rest. Lucky number: It’s always been 9, and it tends to come up a lot in odd places so I might have to stick with it. Currently wearing: An old super comfy high school t-shirt and shorts, complete with a coat of long hair courtesy of my cat who was just laying on me. Dream job: Honestly? Still figuring that out. I’m going on a clinical psych track at the moment, but I’ve been doing a bit of soul-searching and testing to see if I’m actually strong enough for the therapist/clinician route I was originally after. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough just yet to settle into a job where I could very well have to help abusers in their early stages, something that I have no doubt will be upsetting to me personally. I’m a bit of an empath at times so it’d be excellent for the job, but I also feel I’d take it home with me which is dangerous. I don’t feel like I’m smart enough for psychology research on regular basis, though, so I have some thinking to do. Thankfully I’m still getting my bachelor’s so it’s not like I’m hard-pressed to immediately figure it out. On a lighter note, smol me was very much convinced I would be a marine biologist due to my love of the ocean and my skill in scuba diving, but that evaporated when research told me they travel nonstop and frequent travel makes me anxious Dream trips: I’ve been on a cruise a couple times and the experiences were honestly life-changing for one odd reason or another, be it how that time had me interact with my family and the things I got to see and experience. There’s a strange sense of freedom, even though you’re mostly confined to a boat. I’d love to visit Ireland and Germany since it’s where almost my entire family come from and often the landscape is beautiful, and since our culture’s kind of been watered down after a few generations living here I’d like to connect with that. Favorite foods: I have like 2-3 cups of tea in a day and keep exploring all kinds of new types, so that’d probably be it literally. Ones that I idealize in my head though wheeze would probably be things like steak, or scallops, or a specific kind of ice cream shaved ice thing I had once that legitimately made me tear up because it was so good. Play any instruments? I tried to pick up the coronet in grade school since my dad played the trumpet and I thought it’d be fun, but I had some trouble memorizing the order of notes for songs, and it all kind of fell apart after an instructor dented up my instrument with a drumstick and tried to refuse to apologize/pay for it. (Yes, seriously, but that’s a story for another time. xD)

Of course I’ll pass the blessing and say anyone who wants to do this absolutely should, but I’m also gonna tag @sherbetcoloured , @natacular , @lachrymosestorm , and @l-e-w-d-y (provided they’d like to do it, of course)

#yes this is a shameless excuse to feed my questionnaire addiction and yes i'm sorry #ooc

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paragonevil · 5 years

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EVENT CONCLUSION ⋆ Darkness Falls (#1)

Title: Six Hours in Hell Word count: 4819 Trigger warnings: suicide ideation, suicidal thoughts, death, gore, blood, alcoholism

Summary: Aku kills Jack once and for all.

This drabble concludes my event, Darkness Falls, and switches this blog from being set during Season 5 to being set in my Bad End verse— a timeline where Aku wins. For further details on this matter, and what that will entail for future RPs on this blog, I’d highly encourage you to check out the event tag.

Thanks to everyone who participated; and especially to @sonxflight, @nightmaresindreamland, and @implausiblynaive in particular, for their character’s contributions to the event’s plot. Zintaris, for letting Aku know about the sword situation; Nightmare for giving Aku the insight to finally try again at destroying Jack; and Morty for making Aku hate himself so much he had to channel it outwards or risk self-destructing.

Way down at the bottom of the Pit of Hate, Aku paced restlessly in his bedchambers, one arm behind his back, the other raised to his chin so as to wind his coarse black talons thoughtlessly through his beard. He stared hard straight ahead at nothing in particular, perhaps looking at some old bloodspot on the wall he’d forgot to magic away, or some dust bunny hidden deep in a crack in the rock. It was hard to say what details got through to him when he was like this— drowning in self-reflection and not really seeing much outside of himself at all. He tried to force himself to focus on one thought at a time as they occurred to him, yet not for the first time since this whole ordeal began, there’s no order to be had in the turmoil that was his mind. Thoughts rolled off one another like waves on beachrocks.

It’s been two hours and thirty six minutes since he’d received news that Jack had lost his sword.

Aku knows he should be out there now, taking care of his little ‘Problem’ before his nerve failed him — really just take advantage of this momentary boon before the moment could slip through his claws again. But for some reason he can’t seem to bring himself to act. At least... not right away. Despite having been shown ‘proof’ of the samurai’s misfortune, he can’t help but recall the last time someone had claimed Jack lost his sword... when that bastard Scaramouche had so foolishly betrayed him. Fat lot of good that had done him in the end; he’d paid the price for his stupidity with his life, and it was only through inordinate good fortune that Aku himself hadn’t met his demise at the time.

Even now, the stark memory of light glinting off that ancient, accursed weapon made his essence recoil. He could practically still hear that vicious hiss it had made when Jack had unsheathed it and pointed its tip at his nose, so close that even one step forward would plunge it through his face.

He was not keen to face Jack again, for fear of this being another set up, yet he supposed that one way or another this had been his intention all along since flying off the handle about a month ago— when he’d raised the bounty on Jack’s head exponentially. From 2 googolplex to name your price. No sum of money, no matter how large, could ever hope to pay for a service of such magnitude as this, at least in Aku’s eyes. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep himself safe from the samurai’s judgment, even if it meant copping out and paying someone else to do his handiwork; however undignified and unsatisfying an end that would be.

Yessss.... ‘Judgment’ indeed, he thought bitterly, green lips twisting in disgust at his own cowardice as he paused in his pacing, black claws pausing as well to toy with the thinner wisps of hair which curled at the end of his beard. He hated feeling like he was at the mercy of the universe. Like he couldn’t take even a single step forward without being at risk of calling forth some cosmic comeuppance. A bitterly savage snarl rose from his chest at this thought, sounding very much like a wildcat.

—It was the universe which should submit to HIM not the other way around, blast it!

Since when did he care so much about the Judgment of bastard gods? He was a GOD in his own right, wasn’t he? That’s right... he thought, the grimace of disgust on his face taking on a faint edge of deep-seated indignation at this unfortunate circumstance. Being God, he should be able to live by his own damned rules... rule his own damned life... Why is it that even now, his Fate not his own? Who were They to call the shots? How dare they dictate what he could and could not destroy! What he could and could not consume!

Was it not a cosmic principle that Good could not exist without Evil? That law could not exist without Chaos? By all the Gods of Heaven, Hell, and all the Realms in-between Aku swore to himself he would be THAT GOD. The Greatest Evil this universe had ever known. The one meant to devour all. The black at the end of time, to which all life must surrender... But first... in order to do that and meet his destiny, he had to plan... And he had to plan well...

First and foremost, he must eliminate all roadblocks of his own mental creation—starting with that accursed samurai. Once Jack was out of the way, then he would turn to the Resistance, make examples of every last one of them that had so foolishly stood against him all this long time. Crucify them, hang them from the trees in the Forest of Aku. Stake their matted carcasses on poles, let the crows pick at them, let all his visitors pass through their mangled corpses and be watched by their hollow sightless eyes as they decomposed. Let such horror be a lesson to all who would stand against him!

And finally, once these physical obstacles were out of the way, then it would be time to work on problems within himself. Perhaps go to therapy for some time, like he’d been meaning to this entire time— attempt to find his way out of this self-imposed darkness. Find the motivation and courage to be socially-active again. Perhaps go out and make some friends, at last?

But... again... it all boiled down to getting rid of Jack first. Once Jack was out of the picture, there would be no one left to stand in his way, and he could finally get on with his life. At least, until the Gods chose a new champion. And by then, you can bet Aku would be ready and waiting for them, talons and tusks bared to rip them to shreds.

Oh yes...

So he was going to do this... Fine... But he couldn't just charge into this blindly like last time. He had to plan every move, every foreseeable outcome and variable. He could no longer afford to leave this up to chance. And so, Aku unlocked his phone and opened his contacts app. He had a few phonecalls to make before it would be time to ascertain the Samurai’s location and initiate the final battle.

Three hours and eighteen minutes had passed since he’d received word Jack had lost his sword.

The forest in which Jack was camped was eerily silent, and very very cold. Overhead, not a cloud stirred in the savage nighttime sky. The world is so dark that even the stars and fingernail moon seemed insignificant and weak as candleflame. Chilly cold wind whistled through the trees, making dead, barren branches rattle together like bones. All around Jack, the landscape is black and foreboding. Black as sin, black as coal, black as creeping death.

Black as Aku’s essence.

The samurai’s tired eyes looked forward into the writhing flames, looking through them without seeing. He brought a hand up to trace the vicious scar which criss-crossed his face, feeling the raised flesh on his forehead, nose, and cheek with battle-hardened, numbed fingers. His blind eye throbbed in its socket, with the memory of those vicious black talons that had swept across his face so many years ago. Jack gave a shuddering sigh, letting his hand fall from his face and back into his lap.

Another breeze whistled through the forest, cutting through the air with a deadly hiss— stirring the kindling he’d used to start the fire this time four hours ago, and casting burning leaves into the underbrush, where they smoldered for an instant and then died away. Jack turned his head to watch them, his expression forlorn and soft at the edges with drunkenness and despair, thinking not of the risk of brush fire but instead of the many lives he’d failed. All those innocents, their lives winking out in the night. Burning bright like sparks. Crying out for help that would never come— crying out that Jack would save them... That they believed in him. That he was only a few minutes away, and oh how sorry Aku would be for this destruction he had wrought. So sorry. So sorry...

The blood of children on their mother’s hands, piercing heart-wrenching screams breaking the night wide open. Broken families crouched in the burning soil of their homes, soot running through their fingers, the hot and oily smell of bodies burning in the night. A banquet of young souls upon which the demon could feast...

In Jack’s other hand, a half-empty flask of vodka sat open and stinking. He pulled deep from it as he watched his dinner cooking over the fire, a young rabbit he’d skinned about an hour ago and field-dressed.

Across the fire, his only company for the past several decades sat cross-legged and complacent as ever, nearer to him now than he’d ever been before. He’d long since stopped attempting to speak to this phantom warrior, and vice versa. Their relationship was one without words, one without camaraderie, or closeness, or even loyalty. It was a bond as old as time— not of love, nor of lust or blood or brotherhood, but of something much older than that. Their’s was a bond of life and death. Jack could recall the first time they’d met, three decades ago, when he’d seen the first child die right in front of him— to an arrow that was meant for him. The unsettling green glow of the phantom samurai stepping between the gaps in the trees, that horrible steed looking upon him with its cold, dead eyes.

But that was so long ago. Now, Jack looked upon him without fear, almost taking unconscious comfort at his presence. Some days it was all he could do to not come to him, ask that which only he could provide. Relief, salvation, freedom from this chain of his own making. Kaishakunin, or the “Second” as some called him, was a nice thing to have around, thought Jack. His presence was grounding, like the knowledge that the Earth was spherical, or that time would continue to plod forward, or that there was still an afterlife waiting— sweet relief from this hell on Earth...

“Well...” said the Second into the horrible, pregnant silence which stretched between them, and Jack started from his drunken thoughts to watch him stand, firelight glinting off his unnaturally glowing armor.

“Tonight we part ways, Samurai,” said the Second softly, and perhaps it was the alcohol in his system but Jack could swear he sounded almost sad at this news. Regretful. Pitying, even.

“Why? Where are you going? What if I... need you?” asked Jack, the pain in his eyes doing much to speak his point. His numbed fingers clenched hard at the neck of the bottle he held in his other hand, bringing it to his lips with a shaking hand, feeling great gouts of alcohol spilling down his beard.

The Second looked upon him for a long few seconds, and where his gaze pricked his skin Jack could swear his soul was burning. Or maybe that was the liquid fire he’d just drank, warming him from inside.

“It is too late, Samurai. Some other Fate has been chosen for you. The Gods all agree you are no longer worthy to bear this weight. Some other will rise in your stead to carry on where you have left off. This is the End of your Journey.” There was a meaningful pause, ghost and man looking upon each other for a long, long time before he forged on.

“For now, sit and drink... Eat some of your rabbit.... Perhaps beg forgiveness of your Gods for your sins of the flesh... But in one hour’s time you will die. It’s over.”

And with that, the Second walked to his steed and pulled its reins to bring the beast to its feet. The demon horse gave a snort as it was saddled and its master climbed upon its back. A brisk kick to its side and together they were off, the demon’s hooves making not a sound as they fled into the darkness.

Jack was left reeling in the sudden silence, standing now as he stared into the thick of the trees, trying to make out the creeping, glowing silhouette of what he had once thought would be his eternal companion. They’d never been very close, but even still, the samurai could not deny the comfort his presence had always brought him. The firm knowledge that if he ever needed an out, ever needed peace, he could have it at a moment’s notice.

He exhaled softly, his breath leaving him in a cloud of vapor, watched after him a moment longer and then sighed, sitting down in front of the fire once again. He reached for the rabbit and lifted its stick out of the heat, picking at its scrawny flesh with tired fingers.

One hour left to live.

There was a time where he would have scorned such an intonement. Let them try, he would have said, to anyone that had it out for him. But now... so cold and alone, in this forest of Despair... with nothing but the wind and ghosts of the damned to keep his company. These old memories. These old scars. These old bones.... The Peace of Oblivion sounded... so nice. Relieving. Comforting... Like a mother’s embrace.

He shut his eyes, tasting nothing as he chewed the bland, malnourished meat. In his mind, the vision of his mother and father rose to greet him, blinding white in the darkness of his failing sanity. They no longer smiled upon him; it had been such a long time since he’d seen them look happy even in his memories. It was always disappointment and hurt on their faces; an unconscious projection of his guilt for having failing them.

Eyes still closed, he brought the flask to his lips and drank from it again, but all this seemed to do to their memory is bring them into clearer focus.

“We’re waiting for you, my son,” said the Emperor’s ghost in his mind, and in the physical world Jack gave a violent shudder, his entire face twisting in heartbroken agony.

“We’re so sorry, Jack,” said the Empress, her voice coming out almost a sob as she knelt to the floor, opening her arms so he could fall into her embrace. Sorry for what, she didn’t specify, even as her hands came up to pet through his coarse hair. In his mind, Jack pressed his face into her shoulder, hiding from her and his father the agony this never-ending journey had caused him. He was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to be unflinching, unyielding... To think he had fallen so far from grace, had forgotten his purpose, had failed them so profoundly, had left them behind to rot.

“It is ok... We are here for you. We are waiting for you. We forgive you,” said the ghost of Jack’s father, kneeling down beside his mother and beside him, pulling both into his strong and capable arms.

For the first time in a long while, the man that once called himself Samurai Jack hung his head and cried.

It had been four hours and six minutes since Aku had learned Jack had lost his sword.

Aku felt more alive than he had in centuries, standing now at the outermost circumference of the forest, only barely concealed by the trees. He breathed in deep the cool, wintry smell of pine needles and wet earth, feeling very much at home surrounded by the dead husks of ancient trees which withered quietly and slowly around him; such a setting called forth his oldest memory, awakening in the withered forest of old, standing with his horns cresting the clouds-- looking upon the first of his many many victims.

Other than the hellish ambiance which so often accompanied him wherever he went, the forest tonight is deadly quiet. Dead, almost. Not even a single creature stirred itself at the sight of him; as if the entire world was holding its breath in the wake of his evil. A terrible dread sits upon the world tonight. Dread of wrongs to come. Dread of death, like the weight that sits in ones stomach staring down the jaws of Oblivion.

Tonight the world is brisk... clear. He could see for miles in every direction, even in this stubborn darkness where even the pale white light of the moon seemed so very insignificant— this world of black which quenched even the stars.

Now that he’s here, he’s actually quite eager to get this thing started. It’s all he can do to hold himself back and not charge headlong into the fray like he so often would do in a situation like this one, faced with a deliciously insurmountable task. There was a time, not so long ago in the grand scheme of things, where such challenges as the one Jack presented were readily abound. Aku could not take even a single step before meeting resistance, either in the form of an elusive prey, or some great lost treasure, or a divine power source just out of reach. But like so many other things in this pitiful, weak little world, one by one they gave in and surrendered to his might like sandcastles before the certainty of a creeping tide.

So why is it that Jack did not fall like so many others? wondered the Great Demon to himself— a claw twisting itself thoughtfully through his beard as he brooded about the best way to proceed.

Could it be that Jack was his very moral compliment? Created by the Gods to thwart his every step, keep him from reaching his former strength? His keeper of sorts? Aku had heard of such a cosmic arrangement before— some great good created to counter some great evil. But Jack was just a mortal man, and HE was a GOD! Aku would be damned if he ever gave into the Samurai’s attempts to thwart him. Like all the others that had come before Jack, so too would the little Samurai have no choice but to surrender...

And Tonight was the night that his every machination would come to fruition...

Before departing the citadel, Aku had made all the necessary arrangements to ensure this monumental task went off without a hitch. He’d been far too kind in his previous attempts, far too sparing with his use of force. He’d let arrogance blind him when he did not treat Jack with the respect such a great foe deserved, and instead greeted his abilities and mortality with scorn and doubt. He could see that now. But with time had come hard-won experience, and tonight there would be no more mercy.

Beetle drones by the thousands... as far as the eye could see surrounded the forest in every direction, teleported there by the barest exertion of will. If Jack made a break for it, he’d be set upon from every direction. There was so many of them would be no cutting their ranks. ( —How did the old saying go? You couldn’t stir ‘em with a stick! ) In addition to these, wasp drones clot the sky in the far distance, waiting for the slightest summons if they should be necessary. Mantroids, too, behind the Beetle drones. And behind the Mantroids, rows and rows and rows of armored vehicles, manned with highly-trained flesh-and-blood barbarians, hungry to rip and tear and maim and maul...

Aku gave a sick grin at the thought of them. They were his kind of people!

And furthermore, before leaving his citadel earlier that evening he’d had the great foresight to sample from a special wine brewed for him by his good friend and fellow God. A wine brewed with the a certain special and incredibly rare ingredient... God’s blood. Ichor, if technical names interest you. Drinking such a wine would render anyone temporarily invincible. Being that Aku was still not quite sure as to the fate of Jack’s sword, he’d partaken of this special treat as a mere precaution. Let Jack try to cut him, if he dared!

Yes... All the pieces were in place... All that’s left was to confront him, rip his life out of his hands and stomp it into the ground. Oh yesss. Like he’d been wanting to for so many long, agonizing years. A breathy chuckle leaves him with this thought, his tongue darting between his teeth to lick at his blunted incisors as might a dog’s. The delicious thought of life’s blood dripping down his chin, running down his throat sends shivers of a strange, carnal sort through his entire body. His breath leaves him in wretched, heaving gasps as he hunkers low to the ground, allowing himself to slip into the comfortable instincts he’d leashed for so SO long...

—and madness fits the Beast like a glove.

His essence congealed like blood, dripping from his person in great gooey ropes; after only a few seconds, there’s none of him left in one piece. All that’s left in his stead is a large black puddle on the ground, drinking in light almost like tar. But then... a bubble. One, then two, then many, and an insectoid leg steps delicately from the black with all the grace of a dancer. Then another leg, and another and another, hundreds of legs in fact step out of the puddle, pulling a hideous, segmented body out of the murk which soon became so long that it had no choice but to back out of the forest. After a long few seconds, when the puddle had almost run dry, the tide of legs and segments slows down, and the first of seven pairs of arms braces itself on dry land to pull its upper body free.

The Beast’s upper body emerged as a wet, dripping abomination the likes of which you’d hope never to see even in the coldest depths of hell. Aku’s face in this form is hideously deformed. The upper half of it looked very much like it usually did, large staring eyes topped with those familiar flaming eyebrows. Hooked human-like nose. But the bottom half is where things got interesting... His jaws jutted from his face almost like goblin sharks, his entire lower jaw almost disconnected from his face his overbite was so pronounced. An impossible number of needle-fine teeth jutted every direction from the monster’s jaw. Large fleshy tongue squatting unpleasantly in his mouth like a salamander. Large clots of saliva oozed between the gaps in his teeth, dripping to the ground in shining ropes which caught the moonlight and sparkled with evil and wrongness.

Yesssssss, thought Aku with a satisfied hiss from his snaggle-toothed jaws, tongue slipping between his teeth looking very much like a gecko. This form would do nicely for the task at hand... He couldn’t help but chuckle lowly again, at first doing all in his power to remain at least a little in hand but as conscious mind at last retreated into the background, allowing the Beast to at last take the helm, his brazen voice peeled forth insanely as he lifted the upper part of his segmented body skyward. He raised his many hands to the sky, and a swirling vortex of clouds choked out what little light was afforded by the moon. The only light in the forest now is what’s cast off by his flaming eyebrows and glowing irises. But that’s fine. He was always a creature of darkness. He lived it, breathed it, created it; it was his element.

And with that, he set forth into the woods— his many hands shoving aside trees indiscriminately, that long segmented body with its many legs tearing huge holes in the Earth.

He came upon the Samurai’s clearing without ceremony; in fact, far more suddenly than he’d at first anticipated. The Beast pushed aside the last of the trees in its way with a heavy crash of felled wood and stood there staring at him for a long, long few seconds. Jack hadn’t even stood to greet him; if anything, he almost seemed to look through him.

Strange, thought the Beast as it scented the air, staring down its prey with blinkered eyes totally dead of feeling. Its prey was unafraid of him. It could not recall the last time it had faced something that could look upon his true form and not run screaming.

“Sam-u-raiiiiiiiiii,” hissed the Beast in a passable imitation of Aku’s voice, though by the flat tone and dead inflection, it’s obvious that it is not really Aku who is speaking.

“Are you not surprised to see me?” the Beast asked sweetly in Aku’s rasping voice, pushing itself into the clearing. One of his many insectoid legs stabbed harshly into the ground behind him, sending up a wet cloud of dirt.

Jack looked upon him for a long long few seconds, seeming to take his sweet time registering who this creature is supposed to be. He even had the sheer audacity to take a sip of his vodka before he tossed the bottle aside and shoved himself to stand, a little wobbly on his feet. The look on his face is sober enough in its misery, though he seems to be having a hard time indeed standing still; looking very much like someone who didn’t have their sea legs.

Another few seconds as he attempted to grasp what he was looking at, and then he spoke.

“What form is this, Aku?” he asked softly, that old voice rasping from disuse and sorrow.

“Do you like it?” asked the Beast at once, favoring him a warped grin as he stepped closer, all seven pairs of hands poised like a spider descending from its web. The upper half of the Beast’s body remains lifted off the ground as it circles him, its cold, dead eyes never leaving Jack’s face. Perhaps if Aku were present right now, he’d register with no little sense of surprise that the sword was indeed gone, or indeed that Jack was in a state of undress that was almost indecent. Only the most modest of rags covered him. Scrapes and cuts and bruises cover his arms and legs as if he’d pushed through a bramble patch earlier that day. No doubt the result of another close brush with Aku’s law.

Jack watched back, too drunk and too tired and too hurt to do much else except stare death right in the face.

“Yes. It suits you...” said Jack softly and sincerely, stepping daringly closer into striking distance.

The Beast lowered itself to look at Jack a bit more closely, its rancid breath blasting across the Samurai’s face. Jack looked back into those cold, dead inhuman eyes, feeling nothing. No fear. No regret. No pain. Just peace.

“Do you fear death, little Samurai?” asked the Beast, leaning closer. So close now that its jaws have almost closed over Jack’s face.

Jack looked down its throat.

“No. I welcome it,” he said.

“Then who am I to deny you that which you so desire,” said the Beast in a soft hiss, reaching for him with its many forelimbs and pulling him into what might have looked like a lover’s embrace. There’s a wet sound as its jaws closed over Jacks head and neck, a sound like wet tissue being shredded as the creature gave a gentle shake of its head, and a great gout of life’s blood paints the creature’s upper chest. After a few seconds savoring the taste of the samurai’s blood, the creature’s jaws fell open, dropping his head into the dirt where it rolled a ways and finally lay still. The creature’s claws gripped into the body, seemingly holding it for lack of a better thing to do.

It stood there for a very long time, just holding onto the body, looking upon it, digging its claws into its dead flesh, struggling to comprehend what the fuck just happened. That wasn’t quite the fight he’d had in mind when he left the citadel earlier this evening. He’d expected a much more eventful encounter than that. To think that Jack would just surrender himself to death like that, walk himself right into his jaws, it’s-- it’s impossible. Improbable.

But--

A low chuckle escapes him. Then a louder one. And finally he’s standing there in the dead forest absolutely doubled over with insane laughter. Indescribable joy the likes of which he’d never before experienced washed over him in a delirious wave, Jack’s blood dripping from his open mouth.

It had been six hours since Aku had learned Jack had lost his sword.

#◜EVENT: Darkness Falls◞#◜悪◞#◜V1: Bad End◞#sonxflight #nightmaresindreamland #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #//for those of you wondering this is my Jack muse that I keep mentioning in passing!#gore tw #blood tw #death tw #mutilation tw #mauling tw #◜♚◞#suicidal thoughts tw #suicide mention #suicide tw #//really upsetting stuff folks.#//don't read it you're easily triggered

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Fireworks and First Kiss

For Sabriel Week, Day 4: Free Day

Rating: General

Length: 990

Tags: Author’s word vomit, kissing, nothing else, its tame

A/N: Another day where I had no idea what to do. So I typed up whatever I could think of. And I think I ended up with two separate stories. Just...be aware.

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Contrary to popular belief, Sam really does consider the Bunker his home. True, if one were to sneak a peek into his room, the bare walls and lack of decor would lead one to think Sam thought of it as no more than a cheap motel room. Somewhere to get a few hours of fitful sleep or change one flannel for another.

To find Sam Winchester’s place in the bunker, you have to look a little deeper.

It’s in the freshly refurbished wingback chairs in the library, the cheap sunken foam replaced and new fabric draped and stapled in place over one weekend. Now, when Sam reads his fiction novels, he can get lost in the world and the story, not in how his back hurts after ten minutes.

It’s the meticulous organization and care of the war room. Every piece of hardware for the map table is right where it should be, free of cracks and dust. The over head lights and little baubles in the ancient machines are always on and keeping the Bunker bright.

The kitchen pantry is always stocked with everyone's favorite foods. Little comforts like the only coffee Castiel can stand to drink, extra packs of bacon stored in the freezer for Dean, that cherry simple syrup that Gabriel puts in everything. It’s no problem for Sam to spend the time and money to bring these things home for his family.

Outside the Bunker, Sam’s mark runs deeper. The garden is mostly for him. No one else enjoys a healthy meal around here, but Dean loves when the jalapenos come in. and Sam doesn't say anything when he spies Gabriel sneaking grape tomatoes when he thinks no one is looking.

There is a fire pit a few yards from the garden, a nice square one that Sam built when he found an extra hundred bucks in his laundry. The woods surrounding and blocking the Bunker from the town provides plenty of dead wood for burning, and after he put it in, Sam found that all four of them were out there all the time, drinking beer and just shooting the shit for as long as they felt like.

The fire pit is where Sam likes to go to think. The quiet crackle of the logs is nice, a calming backdrop for stargazing through the trees and figuring shit out.

Or just getting drunk because it was a holiday.

That’s where Gabriel found him, a six pack of beer half gone and a sparkler hanging loosely in Sam’s hand. The dried summer grass crinkled under his feet, and Sam gave a weak nod of greeting as Gabriel walked over and sat next to him.

“Whatcha doing out here, kiddo?” Gabriel asked.

“Just thinking, I guess,” Sam said as he took another swig of his beer. The sparkler died in his hand, and Sam tossed it into the fire. “Dean and Cas still not back from that djinn thing?”

Gabriel leaned down, pulling up a beer for himself and cracking open the top. “No, not yet,” he said, taking a drink. “You worried?”

Sam sighed. “No. Just hoping.”

Gabriel raised a questioning eyebrow, expecting more of an answer than that.

“It’s the fourth of July.”

“And?”

“Nothing, it’s just-” Sam shifted in his seat, “well...Dean and I have this...tradition. It’s stupid.”

“‘S not stupid,” Gabriel said, elbowing Sam playfully. “Anything positive you and your brother can share is a blessing.”

Sam smiled warmly at the archangel. “Yeah, I know. But when we went to heaven, looking for God, Dean told me about the memory he woke up in. Just us setting off fireworks in a field somewhere while dad was on a hunt. And ever since then, no matter where we were, we always did something. Even if it was just some shitty bottle rockets. Cas, he usually,” he wiggled his fingers, “mojo’s up the good stuff now.”

“I bet he does,” Gabriel laughed into his bottle.

Slowly, the smile slid off Sam’s face. “Oh, Gabriel. Would that bother you? The fireworks? God,” he scoffed at himself, “I didn't even think about that.”

In the light of the fire, Gabriel could practically see the guilt radiating off of Sam. Frankly, he thought it was adorable. He set his beer on the ground, and gently took Sam’s hand in his.

“Sam, you are a sweet kid. And I told you before, I’m a whole new man. A few little pops in the sky aren’t enough to send me into a tailspin.” He felt Sam tighten his grip slightly, and the worried expression slide into something a little softer. “I am ok. I can protect myself again. And…,” he paused, gliding his fingers over the back of Sam’s hand, “maybe, I’m a little bit braver than I ever was before.”

Gabriel let his hand slide higher until it could grab Sam’s rolled up sleeve and give a gentle tug. Sam let himself be pulled, a split second flash of confusion flipping over to realization. He let it happen, though. Let Gabriel press their lips together in a tender kiss that, now that it was happening, Sam never knew how much he wanted.

Sam tilted his head, made a move to deepen the kiss and wrap his fingers at the base of Gabriel’s neck. But suddenly, a bright light filled the sky, a boom echoing out and fading to the sprinkling of colorful luminescence that danced through the trees.

Another firework followed quickly, reds transitioning to green and bouncing off each other's faces.

“Did you do that?” Sam laughed, still holding on to Gabriel’s hand.

“Sam. Sam a lam. Samster,” Gabriel snarked, “that tiny little speckle of light is only a fraction of what kissing you makes me feel.” He waggled his eyebrows. “But, let me double check. Just to be sure.”

He leaned back in and they kissed again, fireworks exploding high in the sky.

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