#jack ripner

[notyourriddler]

Back at it Again

Finally having a night to sit down and write. Let’s see what comes about of this this time! Asks are open so feel free to leave a request while I mill about and spruce up the place a bit.

[bittersculs-blog]

for: @jackripner

She barges into his office. It’s easy enough to slip past the old bird behind the counter with a bit of magic (‘Not his type’ Cait notes, or she’s certain she’d be dead) and she’s none to gentle with the door when she throws it open. It’s weird to see Jack in a scene of normality. Cait doesn’t believe any of this “good doctor” bullshit for a second. She is positive she’s looking at the still surface of a lake. One with deep, dark currents running underneath it.

“Your secretary almost didn’t let me through.” She says as a way of explanation before he can get a word out. Her lips quirk upwards, but her fingers grip a manila case folder in silent anger.  “I suppose I’m not trusted company.”

She gives a looks around the room. She’s never been in here - she’s certainly not a patient of his. Jesus, could you imagine? - and it’s in her nature to deduce what she can from her surroundings. 

“Nice place you’ve got here. Very… normal. I was expecting something a little more macabre but -”

She gestures.

“Here we are.”

Conspiracy walls. Some Dexter shit. A kill list of his own, maybe. Not… basic office. Objectively she knows that real life is not like television. She’s worked on enough cases to know that. But wouldn’t it be a refreshing change of pace? Oh Jack, you’re almost a cliche out here in the real world.

Whatever. Small talk quota reached. Cait holds up the file. Eyes daggers. 

“You murdering girls now?”

[jackripner-blog]

𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 ! is that JACK RIPNER , the ( manipulative ) , ( dogmatic ) but ( charming ) , ( intelligent ) / ( vampire ) ?? ( he ) could pass for IAN SOMERHALDER , if they were ( twenty-eight ) years old and been alive for ( four hundred and twenty ) years . supposedly , they work as a ( doctor ) . + lenny , 22 , brt , she/her .

i’m back at it again, and so help me god if i have to write this intro one more time. tumblr fucked me over 3 times, so dont mind me if i keep this super short.

anyways, about jack:

not necessarily the nicest, but jack is a very attentive doctor who’s highly respected in his profession

his name is 100% not jack oops

thinks naming himself “jack ripner” is quite funny since there are rumors, which he will neither confirm nor deny, he actually paid a london a visit back in the 800′s.

jack’s background is mostly unknown, and the only people who have gotten close enough to know it are the countess and his partner in crime.

in the underworld of supernatural he’s known as “the reaper” albeit not many people know of whose behind the identity. he’s an assassin/hitman, who you mostly pay when you want to get rid of someone - you get to dictate how much pain you want them to undergo, and once you hire him - that’s that. there’s no turning back.

jack’s story takes place roughly 400 years ago, back when he was all flesh and bone and bond by humanity, jack - then alexander,  was a farm boy who couldn’t stand farming, a son who couldn’t stand his parents and an overall apathetic person who was far more interested in the unknown than the day-to-day. he’d been the son of a blacksmith and a woman whose name history has long forgotten - as did he, by now. its relevance has long lost meaning. life continued on, much to his dismay, dull and senseless, until one day he was given a job.  an opportunity, one might call it - to poison an infamous woman in exchange of riches and a title.

albeit he felt no particular way about the woman and had no real desire to see her dead, his youngest sister dying of smallpox was certainly a driving factor that led him to accept the offer so quickly. he, now in fancy clothes and extensive knowledge, was able to mingle with ease by the higher circles, and his looks certainly helped when it came down to capturing the woman’s attention.

nu the time he arrived at the woman’s chambers, malia (his sister) had long succumbed to her illness - unbeknownst to him, and this mission had been rendered a waste of time. but as clueless men will do, he mixed the contents of his ring into the wine, and the countess took a sip.

but she didn’t fall - all she did was smile,  or rather - did something with her mouth that should resemble a smile. calmly then, she made him a counter offer: pledge his loyalty to her and bend the knee, agreeing to join her army for however long she desired, or join the pile of bones rotting away in the dungeon.

not so much out of fear, but sheer curiosity, he accepted the offer, but insisted on seeing his sister one last time before letting the memories of his life be forgotten. she allowed him, and with her consent, he burned the body of his sister that night, and watched her fly to the skies in brazing gold and red, not to be seen again.

he joined the countess army of undead and embraced his new purpose, leaving all that he once was behind. he became a ravenous soldier, undefeated in the battlefield, and ruthless.  responsible for the death of entire villages and entire armies, until one by one, his fellow soldiers fell and the modern days started to set.   when she no longer needed him, he ventured into the world - learning to play a vast variety of instruments, reading countless books and absorbing all he could.

when he became a doctor - it was not without ulterior motives. and it both infuriated him and amazed him how what once was responsible for ripping his last (and perhaps only) shred of humanity, could not so easily be extinguished. 

but it was more than that - you see...   jack - or rather, the reaper, is a bit of a collector: but not of rocks or coins or anything as futile as that, but limbs. more specifically: ones who belong to young women, more often human, and being able to examine them up close and select from a wide range of prey certainly influenced his career choice.

he’s sadistic - to say the least, and arguably without empty, though it does seem to some degree jack is capable of loyalty as even today, centuries later, after the countess army was dissipated, he still remains a loyal hound, at her back and call.

he’s extremely dangerous, and despite his composed appearance can be impulsive if you know which buttons to push.

he likes to toy with his preys, and his friends, and most people in his life. his smile doesn’t mean much, and his words can sometime mean even less.

[eastendhq-blog]

&&. —(jack ripner)? yes, (he) does look a lot like (ian somerhalder), but (he) is just a (420) year old (vampire). around east end, people say (he) is known to be quite (callous), but can also be (charming). maybe that’s why (jack)’s theme song is (run - timber timbre)? [ lenny/she/her/gmt+3]

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

Re: the woobification of Kylo Ren

(Sorry if this submitted twice. For some reason it showed up on my own blog and I was confused.)

I think a huge problem is the lack of diversity in the casting of characters I call “the delicious villain.” When I was little, I used to watch soap operas with my mom, and there were always those “bad boy” characters who were absolutely the villains of the shows, but who were also absolutely known for their sex appeal.

We see these characters in mainstream cinema in the likes of Loki, the Joker, Sweeney Todd, The Phantom of the Opera, Jack Ripner (Red Eye), Spike (Buffy), etc. Is there some internalized misogyny at play that attracts us to these characters? Probably. But we have to acknowledge the popularity of these characters nevertheless, and we can’t ignore the fact the that they are all white.

We have to question why POC aren’t cast as “the delicious villain.”

We have to question whether we would woobify Kylo Ren if he were played by a POC.

Characters like Kylo Ren can actually be fascinating because they are villains that are written with a touch of humanity (Kylo Ren still feels a pull to the light) unlike the Darth Vader-type villains who are there simply to evoke fear. There is no reason not to cast POC in these roles except for the inherent racism that blinds white audiences to the humanity of anyone who isn’t white.

Submitted by a-world-without-shrimp