#who is possessing the corpse of her dead cat

[dawnslight-aegis]

I have another lizard named Zaya, and she got eternal bonded today!

(Daava the giant sweet lizard man belongs to @foamofthe-sea)

[kudossi]

only god can write this script

“I’m, uh,” Lionblaze mutters, his tail sweeping behind him, “sorry for your loss.”

You would be, wouldn’t you, Dovewing doesn’t say, because she’s ex-ThunderClan, because she’s ex-propechized, because his sister died for hers and because he’d wanted to kill her son, because she’s the leader’s mate, because her feelings about the cat who practically kidnapped her from her family to raise as a substitute for another are complicated and thorny at best. “Thank you,” she says at last, like she’s expected to. The diplomacy Tawnypelt has spent so long teaching her tastes rotten on her tongue.

Lionblaze wipes his mouth with one paw. Dovewing’s sister is ThunderClan’s deputy now, not him. She wonders how he feels about it. She wonders whether he thinks Hollyleaf should be there instead. She wonders if, just as she had been, Ivypool is just another substitute for a black cat with too-sharp eyes, too much potential. All wasted, of course, because StarClan was nothing if not good at wasting.

She wishes she knew why the she-cats suffered most. She wishes she didn’t know that they did.

She wishes Rowankit had been born a tom, sometimes, in her darkest moments. If he had, he wouldn’t be dead. “Simple as that,” she’d said to Ivypool last Gathering.

“Simple as that,” Ivypool had echoed, hollow. Bristlefrost had died for — what, exactly? So that more toms could live? So that the she-cat didn’t get the happy ending?

“There are never any happy endings for us,” Hollyleaf had murmured to her the morning of her death. The implication had been clear. Dovewing had stared at the only cat who ever understood her with wide, dry eyes until Hollyleaf had set her chin on Dovewing’s head, and then she’d been helpless not to lean in, a sob rattling her chest as she did.

“I approve,” Sorreltail had grinned at her as Briarlight had hissed defiance at the idea of being evacuated.

“Do I need it?” Dovewing had wondered.

“No,” Sorreltail had answered, simple as anything. “If it’s Briarlight, wonderful. But if there lies something for you outside of these borders — take it. Take it and never look back.”

It was the last time she had spoken to Sorreltail until she was cleaning her blood off of Lilykit and Seedkit as another panic swept over the camp. And even then, she was only speaking to a corpse, reassuring a cat who wasn’t there anymore that her kits would be okay.

(And Seedpaw had drowned to keep a stick — the closest memory of her mother she had — in ThunderClan’s possession. Dovewing had wept that night, inconsolable. Another daughter lost to the memory of her mother, a mother who had died because she had been expected to be a mother before a warrior, a mother despite the worst of wounds. A beaver’s dam bursts and is built again, over and over, until Dovewing’s coat drips with invisible blood.)

“Nursery work isn’t simple,” Ferncloud had smiled once, taking her through each task. Her demeanor was gentle, but the undercurrent was hard. Bumblepaw hadn’t taken this lesson. She knew that Lionblaze hadn’t, either.

“Why us?” Dovepaw had asked, looking up at her.

Ferncloud’s gaze, fixed on a point deep in the den, snapped to hers as if pulled there. “Because it’s only us,” she had said after a moment.

Less than a year later, Dovewing would step through Ferncloud’s blood to block a Dark Forest shade, all murk and mire and claws made of filth, from taking a bite out of her corpse.

“Don’t have another litter,” Lionblaze says now, callous in his way. “It never ends well for us.”

She knows — oh, does she ever know — that. No one star-touched could get away with a second litter, not if the stars had touched you young, even if they took the blessings they’d given away. Lionblaze’s first litter had led unremarkable lives — Hollytuft, despite her namesake, was quiet and unobtrusive; Fernsong had stepped a little farther than his bounds with Ivypool (and had paid for it, perhaps, with their daughter drowning in a lake made of rot); and Sorrelstripe’s history seemed to begin and end with her own litter (another dam, rising high; Dovewing looks away, now, because the alternative hollows her chest with rhythmic scraping of dulled teeth — pain comforted by pain). But the second? Two of them kittypets, the third an active rebel who had lost her mate to her own leader’s claws? A gentle fate, all told. They were all still alive, but what did that matter to him? Did the shame of having two living kittypet children outweigh the idea that both were alive, that both were happy, that he could visit them if he cared to?

“He shouldn’t have allowed it,” Jayfeather had said, his blind eyes staring into Dovewing’s soul.

“I shouldn’t have allowed it,” Lionblaze had said, anger toying at the end of every word.

But Dovewing had wanted, and now her tiny, perfect son is dead. “I won’t,” she says, hoarse. After all, she hadn’t ever been allowed to want. What had she expected? That StarClan would grant mercy to one who had only ever done their bidding?

“Guess some of us have to learn our lessons,” Lionblaze mutters. He scratches at an ear and averts his gaze from the direction of ShadowClan’s medicine den when someone stirs within.

Dovewing wonders if she can muster up the energy to be truly angry. She wants to be so badly, like one might want to escape sharpened claws dipped into soft flesh, but it’s hard to muster in this cruel, gray world without her son, with only callous gods to stare down at her. “Guess so,” she says, and wonders which god wrote this script she’s living. Her losses burn hot in her throat, the injustices as cold as ice, but Lionblaze could never fathom a story more unhappy than his own. “I guess so.”

[dxrksong]

Jason 13 au memes part two

Bruce: *slams a door on accident*

Batfam: you slam door on Brood? YOU SLAM DOOR ON BROOD LIKE GROUNDINGS???! OH!! OH JAIL FOR FATHER!!! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

Jason 13, calling Danny on speed dial: JAIL FOR FATHER!!!!

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Kitty:

Jason:

Kitty: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE!!!!!

Jason: to be fair, I forgot???

Kitty: speaking of which, hows that going out for you?

Jason: it's been....emotional.....not to mention the whord of shades trying to mother hen me 24/7

Kitty: I've been meaning to ask you about those.

Jason: I thought you wanted to talk about our relationship?

Kitty: we have communication rings, we can do that later. I'm more worried about the tall intimidating city spirit behind you.

Jason: oh that's just Gotham

Kitty:

Gotham: *tall black lady that can kick your ass* ;)

Kitty, sweating:

Jason: don't worry, she's nice. She's just a litte over protective of her kids.

Kitty: there's MORE of you????

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Kitty:

The batfam:

Kitty, surrounded by baby ghost cores like stray kittens: I don't know what's worse. How much they look like you or the inane urge to just adopt them all, oh nooooooooooo!!

Jason: now you know how it feels old man.

Bruce: *confused in bat*

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Kitty:

Catwoman:

Kitty: crimes?

CatWoman: hell yes, kitten!

[LATER]

Jason: WHO THE FUCK DYED MY SUIT PINK?!?!?!

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Kitty: you know considering my name it's a little odd that you're the one being all cat like.

Jason, laying his head on her lap while she cards through his hair: shut uuup, it's not like I can ask anyone else for attention like this. It'd be weeeeiiiird.

Kitty: *sighs* better hope you didn't leave your comm on.

Jason:

Kitty: Johnny.

Jason: I can't remember if I turned it off or not

Dick: you know little wing, if you wanted attention you could've just asked-

Jason: SHIT!!!!!!

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Spectra: so are you still dating him or..?

Kitty: you know? We died basically around the same time and we were introduced to each other first before anyone else, so we kinda just stuck together. And really everyone had kinda just started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, and we just didn't think otherwise to correct them.

Ember: wait, so you two HAVEN'T been dating??

Kitty: it was never official, if anything it was an ongoing bet to see how long it would last before people started to notice. We're more like.....siblings but not quite. Or emotional support ghosts for each other.

Spectra: that....actually makes a lot of sense. You two are hardly seen without the other and you haven't exactly been dead for long, so it would make sense you're still settling down from the trauma of dying.

Kitty: did you just psychoanalise me?!

Spectra: You basically gave it to me on a silver platter!! It's a force of habit!!!

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Jason: hey squishy

Blob ghost in Johnny 13's bike: ?

Jason: think you can get this blob ghost out of my corpse-

Squishy: *Rev's backwards out of the bat cave*

Jason: ouch! Not even my own pet will help a zombie out.

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Danny: so how you feelin Jason?

Jason, sarcastically: oh just great, I've only had ONE murderous breakdown this week due to Zom!

Danny: Zom????

Jason: the blob ghost possessing me.

Danny: You named it????!

Jason: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?! IT'S A FREAKING BLOB GHOST, IT'S NOT LIKE IT HAD A NAME BEFORE!!!!!

Danny:

Jason:

Danny: I'm telling frostbite-

Jason: Don't you DARE!

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Dick: Hey, Jason? Can you come over? I need your help.

Jason, muffled by a humming noise: sorry, I don't think that'll be possible at the moment?

Dick: what do you mean by that Jay, and what is that sound?

Jason, swallowed into the shadows and getting fussed over by the shades: would you believe me if I said I got readopted by shades?

Dick: U Wot?

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Batman: Jason, what's this about shades adopting you??

Jason: look I didn't ask for it, it just happened.

Bruce: and are they....good? Parents?

Jason: well they like putting me in shadow jail alot.

Batman: Shadow jail?????

Jason: not to mention the constant babying-

Bruce: WHAT?!?!

Jason: ?! Jeez Bruce!! Wha-

Bruce: YOU LET THEM BABY YOU?!?!?!

Jason:

Bruce: I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT SINCE THE FIGHTING STARTED!!!!

Jason: .....are-are you JEALOUS?!

Bruce:

Bruce >:'(

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Dick: ok, so to recap! *pulls out a projector and a Google slide document*

Dick: Jason got reanimated by something going awry and messing with reality, accidentally reviving Jason. *click* He gets scooped up by Talia and revives him fully. *click* this leaves him with powers and uncontrollable emotional problems *click* apparently he can talk to ghosts and they are often friendly to him back. *click* so much so, according to Jason himself, he has been adopted by the entirety of the ghost population in Gotham *click* including the SPIRIT of Gotham herself.

*it's a vague drawing of what Gotham looks like*

Dick: any questions?

Tim: yeah, uh. Who's that?

Danny: hi! :D

Dick: no clue, next question!

Danny: I'm phantom! I used to beat Jason up when he used to go by Johnny 13!

Batfam:

Cass: does the Lazarus pit taste like lemonade?

Dick: no, it tastes more like sprite.

Duke: wait-how do you-

Dick: NEXT QUESTION!

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Jason, 'living on his own':

The Shades: :)

Squishy: :)

Gotham sometimes: :)

Kitty: :P

Danny: >:)

The various bird and/or bat: :)

Damien: :

Ember: lmao I'm the older one now! >:D

Spectra: (usually only when Kitty shows up)

Skulker: (target practice training) >:)

Technus: (built Johnny's bike believe it or not) >:)

The box ghost: (this man has dad energy, change my mind) >:)c

The lunch lady: (every growing ghost needs proper calories!) :)

Jason: ...............I need a bigger house....

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Batman steps into the batcave to see green fire everywhere, Jason in his ghost form, and Damien trying to stab him with a sword.

Damien: it was Todd's idea!

Jason: Damien, you fucking snitch!

Batman: language!

Damien: yeah Hood, watch your fucking language!

Batman: DAMIEN!

(Reference to this)

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Jason: remind me why you're here again?

Danny: what? Like I can't visit my favorite Rouge?

Jason: I thought that was plasmius?

Danny: he's my arch nemesis, not a rouge! He doesn't count!

Jason: if you say so. But why am I your favorite, and I'm pretty sure I no longer qualify to be one of your rouges?

Danny: dude you're the only one I can have a serious conversation about! Vlad's a fruitloop!!

Jason: yeah but at least he knows what he's taking about half the time.

Danny: psh. 'Half the time'

Danny:

Danny: you can still turn into Johnny, right?

Jason: I mean if I concentrate real hard I guess? But it'll take a lot of energy.

Danny: wanna convince Vlad he's going insane?

Jason: only if I can record it.

Danny: DEAL!

[darkbluekies]

Cat & Mouse

Mafia!yandere x fem reader x female!mafia!yandere

Summary: Jerry decides to take you from her rival, and Silas decides to take you back, creating a cat and mouse game where you're nothing more than a prize in their game.

Warnings: kidnapping, cutting, arson, knives, possessive behaviors, obsessive behavior, corpses, yandere, car crashes, mentions of broken bones, rope, bruises, guns, choking

Word count: 5.3k

[I wrote this a year ago, so I apologize if it's not as good! This was originally written in 3d person and Jerrys character was a man, so please excuse the errors I couldn't see during editing!!]

Jerry is humming for herself as she makes her way through Silas’s house. It’s in the middle of the night and she can’t sleep. Why not bother her rival? She struts around, looking for her dear rival. The men in his house are dead, Jerry’s men have made sure of that. Jerry walks upstairs. 

“Silas~”, she sings, spinning the gun on her fingers. “Where are you?”

No answer. 

“He doesn’t seem to be home, ma’am”, one of Jerry’s men says. "Must be out on a mission."

Jerry opens Silas’s bedroom door and walks in. She turns on the lamp, looking at the bed. There is someone lying in the bed, but it’s not the man Jerry’s searching for. It’s a woman tied to the bedpost. 

“Oh?” Jerry says in shock. 

She walks over to the girl, sitting down on the bed beside her. She meets your terrified eyes. Jerry lets her eyes wander over your body. You’re not visibly hurt which means that Silas must be fond of you. And for the situation you appear to be in, you’re not very fond of him. Bingo. Jerry needs to take you.

"W-Who are you?" you cry out.

Jerry can't help but think it sounds beautiful. Normally, she finds girls in fear annoying, but there's something mesmerizing about you.

“Be quiet”, Jerry says. “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to come with me. I’ll help you away from here.”

“D-Do you promise?”

“Yes. I’ll help you away from this bad man. You'll never see him again.”

She’ll make sure Silas never sees his precious little prisoner again. She unties you and helps you stand, holding her hand on your back, pushing you with her. Jerry’s worker looks at her with a weird glance in his eyes. Jerry sends him a stern gaze before directing her eyes down to you.

"Come with me quietly", she says, taking out her gun. "I don't know if there are any guards still alive. We don't need to get them here. I need you alive."

You grab  her arm, not wanting your savior to leave you. Jerry looks down at your hand in confusion before meeting your scared eyes. Her brain goes blank before she grabs your hand in hers and starts walking. Her heart jumps.

You make your way out to the car. Jerry helps you into the backseat. She sits down beside you, gun still in his hand. The man in the driver's seat starts the engine.

"Where are we going?" you ask weakly. "Can I go home?"

"You can't go home", Jerry says, tilting her head to the side with a smirk. "Two reasons. I need you to piss Silas off and you're kinda cute. I don't know if I want to let you go home."

You suddenly realize that who you just saw as a savior doesn't seem to be a hero after all. What if she's another villain?

"B-But…"

Jerry cuts you off. "Just rest. It's in the middle of the night. I'll wake you up when we get home. What's your name?"

"I don't feel comfortable telling you…"

Jerry puts the gun to your throat.

"Y/N."

"Cute name. I'm Jerry."

The car stops outside a house. It's different from Silas’. You can’t tell how though, it just different.

"Get out", Jerry says.

You do as she says, too scared to do anything else. The voice in your head is screaming at you to run, but you can’t. She’s right behind you with the gun in her hand. She leads you into her house, gun visible. 

“Stand still, Y/N”, Jerry says and goes to get a knife. “I’m going to do something.”

“PLease don’t hurt me!” you beg. 

“I’m not going to hurt you … a lot.”

Her men hold you still as she cuts a quick cut on your cheek. You scream in both pain and shock. The woman cleans the blood on her black clothes. 

"Come here", she says, bringing you into his arms. "Don't worry about that evil man. I'm here now."

Jerry takes you up to the bedroom and runs her hand through her shoulder length black hair. 

“I’m not going to tie you to the bed or lock the door”, Jerry says. “But I’d advise you to stay here. I can’t guarantee what you’ll see if you leave.”

“Let me go home”, you plead.

“Let’s compromise. If you go to sleep and actually sleep for the rest of the night, I’ll answer every question you have tomorrow. Good enough? Nothing is going to hurt you as long as you stay in this room. I promise you that.”

“Alright …”

What other choice do you have? You don't want to get hurt. You need to be healthy and alert if you want to be able to run and fight back. Jerry fixes the bed for you and watches how you lay down. To your surprise, she tucks you in before leaving the room. Right on time, her phone rings. She can see Silas’s name pop up on the screen. 

Brilliant. 

“Silas”, she says. 

“Why are you always messing around with my fucking stuff?!” Silas groans. 

“Because it’s fun, old man.”

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

Jerry knows damn well who he’s talking about, but hearing the frustrated hisses from him is all he wants.

“The woman”, Silas says. “The woman that was sleeping in my bed.”

“I wouldn’t say that she was sleeping. She was more or less crying.”

“Stop fucking doing that! Where is she?!”

“With me of course.”

“Why can’t you just leave her alone? Why do you have to mess with me all the time?”

“I told you … I think it’s funny.”

“You’re so immature. Give me my lady back. She literally doesn’t have anything to do with our business. Let’s keep it professional. For real.”

“Why would I? If you need to have her tied to the bedpost I’d say that she’s better off here.”

“It wouldn’t be forever! Just until she learned to trust me!”

Jerry laughs. “That’s so tragic, man.”

“Give her back. Let me have one thing for myself.”

“She’s so cute though. I don’t think I can let you take her.”

“Stop. Seriously.”

“Such a beautiful woman…”

“Jerry, I’m telling you, leave her alone. She’s mine.”

“Not anymore.”

Jerry smiles and hangs up, stretching her neck. 

After a night of barely sleeping, you wake up, seeing Jerry sleeping beside you. Your eyes linger on her for a while. She’s wearing a black bra and the tattoos on her shoulders and arms look too harsh for the face that now is turned towards you. She looks sweet, not like last night. You sit up, rubbing your eyes. Jerry is indeed sleeping. Could you try to get out of this house? You carefully get out of the bed and walk over to the door opening it. Right outside lies the body of a girl, a girl you recognize all too well. Someone you wished to see again. You let out a screeching scream that wakes the sleeping woman.

"I did say I wouldn't be able to guarantee what you'd see if you tried to leave the room", she yawns from the bed, stretching her body.

"W-What have you done?!"

"Isn't it pretty obvious?"

You put your hand over your mouth, too shocked to even cry. Jerry drags herself up from the bed, over to you. She walks up behind your stunned figure and wraps her tattooed arms around your waist, locking her hands in place before resting her chin on your shoulder. She’s warm and puffy from sleeping and her bare skin feels too warm for her ice cold heart.

"That stupid bitch Silas thinks he can have you", she scoffs with a small smirk, voice raspy from the lack of talking during her sleep. "No, he can't. I like watching him struggle. And I don't want to be alone again. You're going to stay with me."

You rip her arms off of you and jump over the dead body. You start to run before Jerry can stop you.

"I'm too tired to play!" Jerry groans, but sets off after you.

She doesn't even try catching up with you. She knows he doesn't need to. Every door and window in this house is locked. You stop after trying to open every door you pass.

"Poor thing, did you think I left doors unlocked like Silas? I'm not that stupid. I'm not unlocking them until I trust you", she cooes, pulling you to her chest. "Let's go eat something."

She lets go of you and starts walking downstairs. You look at her matching underwear, appalled that she was sleeping like that right next to you. You feel a couple more doors, all are locked.

"No use, Y/N", Jerry smirks over her shoulder.

“How do you know Silas?”

"Me and Silas aren’t friends. We kind of were, but not anymore. I used to be his right hand man, but quit. I can’t stand that bitch. He seems to have gotten fond of you and I had to take you. Out of spite."

"So can you let me go home? You don't want me-"

"I think I will be interested in you, pretty thing, so no. I can't let you go. And I told you that I didn’t want to be alone again! Never again.”

You decide to keep silent from now on as a protest. Jerry makes a simple meal and gives you one plate. You look away. 

“Eat. I’m not telling you twice”, she warns. 

You shake your head.

“I haven’t put anything in it for fuck sake, if that’s why you’re so hesitant”, he sighs. “I could do it, but not without a reason.”

She starts to feed you when you refuse once again. 

After breakfast, she takes you to the bedroom again. The body is still lying outside the door, but she covers your eyes and nose and closes the door behind you. 

“I have some business today”, she says, placing you down on the bed. “You will be alone until night time. I want you to tell the man downstairs when you’re hungry and I want you to behave and not cause any trouble. Can you do that for me?”

You only find yourself nodding. 

“You can walk around in the house how much you want, you can watch TV. That's it. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good girl. I’ll be back later!” Jerry smiles, walking out. “I’ll remove the body, I promise!”

Only a few minutes later, all you can hear is silence. 

When your stomach is rumbling, you walk downstairs. No man can be seen. 

“Hello?” you say hesitantly. “Hello?”

“Yeah?” the man says and comes out of a room by the living room. 

“Jerry told me to tell you when I got hungry…”

“I’ll make you something. Go up and wait until I call for you.”

“Can I watch TV?”

“Go ahead.”

You walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, turning on the TV with a remote. After not being able to sleep for a few nights, you feel like a walking zombie. You fall asleep while watching TV, waiting for your meal. 

While you’re sleeping, the front door gets unlocked and a familiar face walks in, hiding the gun in his belt. His men kill the cooking man quickly and quietly to avoid any drama.

“I’ll go find her”, Silas says. 

“The TV is on”, one of his men says, listening closely. “Look there. I’ll go to the bedroom.”

Silas nods. He walks into the living room, seeing his darling sleeping on the couch with a blanket over your body. His heart melts upon seeing the sight. He walks up to you and  crouches down by your face, caressing your cheek. You open your eyes. 

“Y/N …”, he says with a voice full of regret. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have gone on that damn mission, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“S-Silas?!” you stutter, quickly trying to get away from him. 

“Shh, shh, it’s alright, come here, let’s go home now. Everything will be okay.” 

He traces the cut on her cheek with a hiss. 

"I'll kill her."

He starts pulling you into his arms and lifts you up. You start to panic. He might save you from Jerry, but he’s no better himself.

“Let me go!” you shout. 

“Shh, it’s alright, I’ll save you from this bad man. I'm so sorry I didn't come earlier, I could have prevented you from getting hurt. Jerry’s a madwoman, it wouldn’t surprise me if she hurt you to make me mad. ”

He picks you up and walks with you out to his car, placing you down in the backseat. You hug yourself and feel how you’re shaking. This can’t be happening!

“I’m here for you”, he says, hanging his jacket over your shoulders. “It’s alright now, my love.”

You stay quiet. You should be happy that you’re out of Jerry’s claws …  only problem is that you’re now back in Silas’s. 

The car stops outside his house. He walks around the car and opens your door. 

“Come, let’s go inside”, he smiles. “You’re safe now. With me. You must be hungry. Are you?”

You nod slightly. Silas smiles and brings you inside. 

“If you want, you can take a shower while I cook food and then we’ll eat together. Does that sound good?

You nod almost unnoticeably. He leads you to the bathroom and gives you a towel and clothes.

“All clothes I’ve gotten for you are soft, made of cotton, satin or that fluffy teddy bear material and my laundry detergent are allergy free”, he says. “I don’t think any of the clothes will give you any discomfort. The shampoo, soap and conditioner are also allergy free and skin friendly. I have moisturizing cream in the cabinet in case you want some. It’s all yours.”

He gives you a little pile of a nightgown, cardigan, socks and underwear. He puts the towel by the sink. He walks out. You close the door, locking the door. While you remove your clothes and step into the shower you can only think of the last few days and how bizarre they’ve been. 

Afterwards, you walk downstairs, looking at Silas’s back as he stands by the stove. He turns around, looking at you with a smile. 

“I thought I felt someone staring at me”, he says. “You look beautiful, baby. The lunch is done, let’s eat.”

You sit down by the table. Silas puts a pink plaster over the cut Jerry’s  done. You poke the food with the fork, not feeling hungry anymore. You were hungry before you got kidnapped back to Silas’s place. Now, you just feel nauseous. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” Silas asks with a frown. 

“I don’t know …”, you say quietly. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be, sweetheart. Whatever damage Jerry has done to you, I will heal. I will take care of you.”

“Please don’t tie me again …”

“I won’t. If you promise me you will give me a chance.”

“Alright …”

Silence.

The very next day, Silas takes you on a mission, refusing to let you get out of his sight again. When you come back however, something seems to be wrong. The house is on fire and two of Silas’s now dead men are hung on the wall by the front door. Silas hurries to turn you around before you see too much. One of his men who has gathered outside the burning villa gives him a bloody note. 

“How are you going to take care of Y/N when you don’t have a house, huh?”

Silas turns around, looking at you who look more than terrified. He clenches his jaw.

“We need to move her. Now”, he says in stress and calls two of his men over. “You two, drive Y/N to the secret base. She has to stay there for a moment.”

He hugs you tightly. You can feel his hammering heart against your chest 

“I’ll go kill Jerry and then I’ll come for you. She can’t have gone far. I’ll come soon, I promise. I love you so much, baby.”

The two men take you to the car to drive you away to the safe place. 

Jerry knows you’re in that black car that drives on the empty road. And she knows what to do with it. Crash it. Not a chance she’ll let it reach its destination. To him. She tells her men to crash the other car, but make sure not to kill anyone. She’ll kill the chauffeurs alone and bring you back to safety. The car Jerry’s men are in crashes into Silas’s, making it come to an abrupt halt. Jerry runs out of her car — doesn’t even close the door behind her— over to the destroyed one. You’re lying in the backseat with blood running from your mouth, nose and hair, eyes barely open. The very sight makes Jerry’s heart ache. She pulls you out and holds you in hernarms. You whimper out a broken sob, moaning in pain. 

“Shh, don’t cry”, Jerry whispers. “It’ll be over soon.”

She holds you gently in her arms as she walks back to her car. You’re crying loudly from fear, shock and pain, moaning painfully from every step Jerry takes. It reminds her of a baby that hurt themselves. But this is not a baby overreacting from walking into a wall, this is a real scenario of a broken girl in a car crash.

“Shh, shh”, she hushes, kissing your forehead. 

Jerry sits down in the backseat with you in her lap, putting a blanket over you. You cling onto her, crying heavily. Her heart flutters. You’re searching for safety in her.

“Do you think you have any broken bones, Y/N?” she asks. 

“I-I d-don’t k-know!” you sob loudly.

The drivers look at each other. 

“I have you, baby. You’re okay”, Jerry whispers. “Try to relax. Can you do that for me?”

“M-Mhm”, Y/N sobs. 

“Good girl. My best girl.” 

You meet her dark eyes. She can see the pain you’re in, it’s exposing you. She kisses your bloody forehead.

“I’ll take the pain away”, she promises. “Just hold on a little, baby. You’re so strong, I’m so, so, so proud of you.”

She holds you in her grip all the way to her house. Jerry carries you inside, changes your clothes, wipes the blood off your face and washes your hair. She gently removes your clothes, seeing the bruised mess underneath. 

“Everything hurts!” you almost scream as she pulls one of her t-shirts over your head and moves her arms to get in the arm-holes.

“Shh, I know, I know”, Jerry cooes before placing you down on his bed, tucking you in. 

“Why did you do this to me?” you asks weakly. 

“I had to risk it to get you back. I’ll take away the pain. I promise. I’ll take good care of you. Can you try to move your body? We have to make sure nothing’s broken.”

You wiggle your fingers, lift your legs and arms, turning your head. Nothing’s broken, only badly hurt and bruised. Jerry sighs out in relief. She knew what she was doing, but the small risk of anything unplanned happening was always there. 

Her phone rings and when she sees the name, she smiles sadistically. 

“I’ll go get you some painkillers”, Jerry says and leaves the room. As soon as she does, he picks up the call. “Hello, Silas.”

“What the fuck have you done?!” he shouts on the other side. “First, you burn down my fucking house and kill two of my guards and now the car is wrecked and the drivers are killed! What have you done to Y/N?! Don’t you realize how badly you could have hurt her?! Are you fucking insane?!”

“She’s a little manhandled, but she’ll be fine. She’s strong. I’ll take care of her very well and make sure she heals right.”

“You’re risking Y/N’s life! You’re playing with her as if she was some toy! She can die!”

“I know what I’m doing, old man. Loosen up. I don’t like seeing Y/N in pain, but I’ll do anything to get her away from you. And you should see how dependent she is on me when she’s hurt. You wish it was you, don’t you?”

“You’re a damn parasite, Jerry! Let me talk to her.”

“Why?”

“I need to see so you haven’t fucking killed her!”

“Fine. Two minutes.”

Jerry walks inside the bedroom again, putting on the speaker, giving you the phone.

“Hello …?” you whispers quietly. 

“Y/N, oh, my … darling, are you hurt?” Silas asks worriedly. 

“Everything is hurting …”

“I’m sorry, once again I fucked up, I‘m sorry! I shouldn’t leave you alone. You know I would never do that to you, right? I’d never hurt you.”

“Hey, don’t manipulate her like that!” Jerry scoffs, taking the phone. “You’re worse than me.”

“I’m not trying to manipulate her! I’m telling the truth!”

Y/N whines out a broken sob. Their loud, upset voices make her head pound heavily. 

“Shh, it’s alright, baby girl”, Jerry cooes, caressing her cheek. “I’ll go get that painkiller now, I promise.”

She walks outside the room. 

“I’ll never forgive you if you give Y/N forever damage, do you hear me, Jerry?” Silas says. 

“If you don’t want her in every condition she comes in, I’ll gladly take her. I’ll love her however she is.”

“I will too, but if she’s suffering, I’ll kill you!”

“Try. I dare you. While you plan it out, I’ll be with Y/N.”

Jerry smirks and hangs up, going to the bathroom to get the painkiller. She walks back with the little pill and a glass of water. You tries to sit up, but moan in pain. 

“No, no, I’ll help you”, Jerry says. “Don’t move.”

She helps you up in a half sitting, half lying position with a big pillow behind your back. She holds the glass and pill to your mouth. Thankfully, your neck wasn’t very badly injured so you can swallow it yourself. 

Silas pulls the knife out of the man’s chest, exhaling shakily. He’s never felt this type of anger. He imagines that the near dead man under him is Jerry. You’re lying in her bed, hurt beyond infinity and he can’t do anything about it. Silas lets out a loud, animalistic roar before dumping the body down in the water. He sits down on the sand and starts to cry into his hands. He neither has have a home or the person that matters to him the most. Jerry is two steps before him and he has to think quickly if he wants to win. 

I have to do something. I have to hurry. 

Silas has to get a new house and a new plan. The house is the most important at the moment. He has to have a safe place for you when he rescues you. The base isn't a good place, it's not safe. He doesn’t have much time.

“I’m going to kill you, Jerry, and I’m going to enjoy it”, Silas says before standing up. 

One of his men is quick to find a new house for Silas. He likes it, but there’s a lot to fix before you come back. His men have to take care of that. Silas has another thing to do: to get you back. He thinks about how to do it. No way he'll do what Jerry did. He'll never scare or hurt his love. He is way too mature for that.

"Jerry is violent, but she's dumb", Silas tells one of his men. "She is in that age where she thinks she's untouchable. She's never on her guard.”

“We'll get her back, boss."

"Yeah, we will."

The pain is eating you up from the inside. You want to scream, but you’re too exhausted to do that. Jerry is downstairs today and you’re all alone in the room. The silence is just what you need. There are guards right outside the door, ready to attack in case Silas appears. They have one objective: to protect you at all costs. 

All you are doing is lay in that bed, day after day. When Jerry isn’t home, you watch TV, listen to music or sleep. You’re exhausted. Getting kidnapped back and forth is tearing you physically, mentally and and emotionally. You can’t take it anymore. Jerry was willing to crash a car to get you. What more is she prepared to do? 

Silas makes his way through the house, finding Jerry by the bedroom door. Silas’ men take her by surprise and hold her still as Silas makes his way into the bedroom, over to the bed. Jerry should have known. The sound she heard earlier was footsteps, she should have known!

"Don't you fucking touch her, you sons of bitches!" Jerry shouts angrily, trying to get out of the grip the guards are holding her in. One of them holds their arm around her neck in a chokehold. "Let me go, you fucking idiots!"

She almost doesn't sound human, more like a demon. The fear of Silas taking you away makes her adrenaline pump through his veins. 

“That you can use those kinds of words in front of Y/N is just disgusting”, the older man says. “You really are horrible.”

You whimper out a sob, a single tear running down your cheek as you watch Silas get closer. He looks heartbroken to see you in this condition. You look like you’re on the edge of seeing death. 

"Don't be scared", Silas says gently. "I got you."

You think about all the times you had to get manually moved to the toilet to empty yourself and how badly that hurt. You can’t get moved again. 

"Don't move me … please", you whisper.

"What?" Silas asks. Please tell him he heard wrong. That can’t have come out of your mouth. 

"Please don't move me … it hurts so much."

"You heard her!" Jerry almost shouts, fighting against the guards. "Leave her alone!"

"Y/N’s opinion doesn't really matter now", the older one says, standing up. "She doesn't understand what's best for her. I'll take care of her even better than you do."

He bends down to pick her up.

"No, no, no, no, please-", you whine.

"Shh, it'll only hurt for a little while, I promise. Then everything will be good again."

"No, please…"

"Shh."

"Why don't you listen to her?!" Jerry spits. 

You let out a moan of pain as you get lifted off the bed.

“Stop, Silas, for real!” Jerry panics. “She wishes to stay! You can't do that to her!”

You have never seen her like this. She actually looks — and sounds — terrified. She doesn’t look like the cruel woman who wears an iconic smirk … for once she resembles a real human.

“I can do whatever I want. Shut her up, she’s too loud”, Silas says and walks out of the room with you in his arms. 

“D-Don’t kill her”, you manage to get out. 

It’ll all be your fault if Jerry loses her life.

“I wasn't going to kill him!” Silas hurries to say. Clearly lying.

“Let me down, it hurts too much!”

"I'm so sorry. We're soon in the car, I promise."

He carries you out to the car and places you down in the backseat with your head in his lap. You start to cry as the car drives. The small jerking, rocking motion makes every muscle in your body ache. You’re deadly afraid that Jerry will crash this car too. You won’t survive another attack. Silas wipes your tears. God, his heart is aching. How could Jerry do this?

A week goes by. By now, you can walk normally, it’s only in the mornings and evenings you feel the pain in your body. Today though, a weird feeling has entered your body and won’t go away. Something will happen, you can feel it.  It's been too peaceful for too long.

“Let’s bake something”, Silas says. “Let’s bake … a cake! You deserve a cake for being such a good girl even though Jerry broke your body.”

They walk down to the kitchen and prepare everything, taking out the eggs, milk, sugar, flour and what more they need. 

“Are you ready?” Silas asks, holding up his phone for the recipe. “Let’s go.”

You start pouring in the different ingredients in the bowl and stir. 

They take the cake out of the oven thirty minutes later. A wonderful scent has spread throughout the house. You smother the purplle vanilla cream over the cake, looking at the pretty color. You’re all in your own world.

 Suddenly, she hears some weird sound. Silas frowns, looking behind him. Jerry and five of her men enter the kitchen with guns in their hands, directed at them. 

“How nice to meet you again, Silas”, she smirks and looks at Y/N. “Hello, baby. You don’t have any bruises left. You’re still pretty.”

“Leave”, Silas growls. “Leave us alone.”

“I’m going to leave, but I have to bring my baby home first. I let you have her, I was generous. But now it’s time for her to come home. And I’m going to have her. You care about your men, don’t you? I will kill them one by one until you give Y/N to me voluntarily.”

She shoots one of the men to show that she’s serious and that she’s willing to  kill more. You force your scream to silence as you watch the man fall down, blood covering his corpse. You start to shake as tears fall down your cheeks. 

“One down”, Jerry says, tilting her head. “If you don't want more of your men to get a first class ticket to Hell, Silas, leave the room. Now.”

Silas sighs heavily, gives you a defeated kiss on your cheek before passing Jerry in the door.

“I will get her back, you know that”, he says. “I’m only letting you get her because I know you’ll do something insane that’ll scar her for life or give her even more bruises. Look at her, you’ve already done enough.”

“You’re right, I’d do something worse. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of her, like I always do.”

Jerry walks over to the scared girl by the cake, collecting some purple icing on her finger, tasting it. Her gun is still in her hand, resting on the kitchen aisle. Your gaze is stuck on it as the tears fall down, shoulders shaking worse than before. 

"It's good, you're a good baker", Jerry smiles. “Look at me.”

You  force her eyes to meet hers. 

“You’re going to come with me now, won’t you?” she asks. 

You don’t answer. 

“Y/N, I’m going to shoot one of Silas’s men for every minute you refuse to come with me.”

“Please don’t …”

“I’m not kidding.”

“Okay, okay, okay, fine, I’ll come.”

“Good girl..”

Jerry takes your hand, giving it a kiss. You have to walk over the dead body to get out of the kitchen. The smell of fresh blood is making your head and stomach  spin. Jerry brings you with her out of the house, just in time for you to duck into a bush and throw up. 

“Ah, poor baby”, she says worriedly, holding up your hair. “You’re not used to death. It’ll be fine.”

She helps you to the car. Your gut had been right. It had been too calm for too long. 

Am I just a ragdoll for them to pull apart as they please? you think. I can’t deal with this anymore. 

But you have no other choice.

[funky-fox-fics]

Jellie gasps awake, trembling slightly, eyes wide. The world is bright. The world was--so dark a moment ago, dark and gold and gone, and now--now it's here again. She flattens her fur.

Stars dance at her paws.

She gets to her feet slowly, swaying slightly, and takes a moment to recuperate. Around her is pollen and stardust, intermingling like brothers. A butterfly lands on her nose, its wings glittering orange. No, she doesn't need to breathe, she realizes, not anymore.

Her first step is tentative, and then the next is confident, and then she walks through this wonderland. The grass is a healthy green below her paws. The sky is bright but filled with stars, and purples--pinks--blues bleed into the horizon before her. She bats at a bug, and it buzzes off.

She's walking for a long time, never tiring, and her mind wanders to her owner--Scar. He was--she loved him, is the thing. She loves him, and now he's--no, she's gone. Not him. Never him. A wail rises from her throat, mourning and hollow, and it tears through the pleasantness of the deserted meadow and takes it over.

She's never going to see him again.

Never.

Jellie crouches low to the ground, and begins to howl her woes into the damp soil, when she hears pawsteps.

She freezes, and turns around.

Three cats - a ginger tabby, a pure white, and a brown tabby with a white chest - stand before her, expressions sympathetic.

"Who are you?" she asks, voice breaking.

"I'm Jake," the ginger meows. "These are Tiger--" he flicks his tail to the brown, "and Angel." He flicks his tail to the white. "You're dead."

"I can tell," she snarls. "I'm never going to see Scar again!"

"That was your owner, yes?" Angel asks, tilting his head.

"Yes."

"Then come with me." Angel whisks his tail. "I watch over my owner too, many a day--you'll be able to see them again too."

Despite her better judgement, she follows them. It seems barely a minute before the grass gives way to translucent mist, which gives way to wind. She can feel the chill of it, hear its whistle below her.

"Look down," Tiger says, dipping his head. "You know where you died; that's how we'll find him."

Jellie flicks her gaze down to her paws, then to the wind. The wind parts, and then she's staring at Scar's room--at her corpse--at her corpse, at her corpse, at her corpse--at Scar. At wonderful, joyful Scar.

Without thinking, she reaches a paw out to him, and suddenly she's down on earth with him, floating just above his head, combing her paw through his hair.

She yanks back, and then she's back in the stars, Tiger staring at her expectantly. "Go on," he meows, tilting his head. "Come back when you're ready."

"What if I'm never ready?"

"You will be." Jake pads forward and noses her shoulder. "Go on down there, and give him a proper send-off. Let him know you're still here."

She nods, brisk and sharp, and goes back down with an outstretched paw.

Scar shivers at her touch--he's still here with his brother, and the nurse. She talks, and Scar occasionally interjects something in a wobbly voice, and Scar's brother is quiet.

She circles her own body, and it's so limp and lifeless that it makes her shudder. She doesn't know how to possess herself, though she wishes she did.

After a few moments of that, she turns back to Scar. Something flutters in her chest--a heartbeat, almost--and for a half-second she and Scar lock eyes and she breathes and she is almost corporeal, almost, almost, and she begins to purr, a rich and deep thing that comes like an engine's hum.

And the moment passes, and Scar's gaze wavers, and he begins to sob, loud and genuine (like he always is). Jellie's purr turns to a caterwaul, and she knows no one can hear it, it's not of the same fullness as her purr, too unreal, too high.

She swims through the air and lands on his lap. She rubs up against him and nearly falls through, but she jerks back with a startled mew. She tentatively leans into his chest, and when she thinks his chest is an obstacle it becomes one, and she mourns in a long meeeeow to the world while Scar leans into her ghostly pelt unknowingly.

She wants to become real again, if only to lick a tear from his chin and taste its salty sweetness.

A flutter in her chest--

She reaches up and licks his chin, and while she's still invisible, Scar cracks open an eye to look at her. His breath is short and quick.

I love you so much, Jellie thinks, turning back into starlight. I hope you never forget me. Please don't ever forget me. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Reluctantly, she lets go of mortality, and joins death in its eternal harmony.

RIP Jellie. You will be missed.

[angsttronaut]

Contemplating the idea of an AU where Starclan and other paranormal stuff is never confirmed to actually exist.

Either we never get a medicine cat POV, or their experiences with the supernatural are somewhat ambiguous. Example: They usually dream of Starclan or the dead at the half-moon meetings, but not always, and the dreams are often weird and fade from their memories like normal dreams, making it hard to tell if they actually received a message, or if the power of suggestion influenced their dreams.

Leaders are still taken to the Moonstone/Moonpool, but they don't get a big Starclan ceremony where they receive nine lives; it's similar to medicine cats, they may have a Starclan themed dream that night, they might not. It's believed Starclan lends them their strength; as far as most cats are concerned, this means leaders live longer and are more likely to recover from wounds that will kill an unblessed cat. However, while some leaders make surprising recoveries from wounds and illnesses that ought to have been fatal, it's unclear if this is actually magic or luck. They're also well protected and treated by their Clan, which may account for their increased lifespan.

The Dark Forest/Place of no Stars is believed in by the cats, but the most anyone might ever see of it is nightmares of a dull, empty-skied woodland. Often, it's cats who feel guilty in some way that have these dreams. No spirits come out to train or hurt them, but every now and again sinister eyes may watch them from afar...

Midnight and Rock probably don't show up. Midnight could maybe work as a badger who learned to speak cat somehow, but I have no idea how Rock could fit into this one.

The Three are very skilled, abnormally so, but they still have clear limitations. Lionblaze is an excellent fighter who rarely gets hurt, but despite terrified rumours in the other Clans, he definitely isn't invincible and can be defeated. Dovewing has strong senses and tends to pick up on things other cats missed because of this, but can't hear things that happen on the other side of the lake. Jayfeather has a talent for guessing what other cats are thinking and feeling, but his guesses can be completely off-base.

Most cats believe in Starclan, but there's way more cats who are unsure or privately atheist. It's not uncommon for leaders and medicine cats to have crises of faith because they aren't having visions like they think they should. One of the things that contributed to Bluestar's breakdown was not witnessing anything Starclan-related at her leadership ceremony, or when she returned to the Moonstone for advice.

Bramblestar's being possessed is a rumour that starts after he gets ill and becomes a different, crueller person afterwards. The belief is that Shadowsight's experimental snow cure to break his fever actually killed him, and without Starclan watching over them a malign spirit entered his body. Not everyone believes this is what caused his change in personality, but it's especially popular in Shadowclan, where Shadowsight experiences many terrifying visions of a shadow looming over Bramblestar's corpse.

[thewarmestplacetohide]

Dread by the Decade: 1930s Master List II

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Part I | Part III

King Kong (1933 | USA): an actress is abducted by a giant ape. ★★★

The Ghoul (1933 | UK): an Egyptologist returns from the dead for revenge. ★½

The Invisible Man (1933 | USA): a scientist is driven mad by an experiment that turns him invisible. ★★★★

Murders in the Zoo (1933 | USA): an abusive husband uses zoo animals to commit murder. ★★½

Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933 | USA): corpses go missing as a wax museum prepares to open. ★★

Supernatural (1933 | USA): an heiress is possessed during a séance. ★½

The Vampire Bat (1933 | USA): people fear a vampire is preying on their town. ★★

The Black Cat (1934 | USA): a WWI POW seeks the man who betrayed him during the war. ★★★½

El fantasma del convento (1934 | Mexico): three people shelter in a strange monastery. ★★★½

Black Moon (1934 | USA): a woman is influenced to return to the island of her youth. 0 stars

Chloe, Love is Calling You (1934 | USA): a biracial woman returns home with her mother, a voodoo priestess. 0 stars.

House of Mystery (1934 | USA): a gorilla hunts a man after he is cursed. ½

Maniac (1934 | USA): an actor kills and impersonates a mad scientist. ½

The Tell-Tale Heart (1934 | UK): a man is driven mad by his housemate's eye. ★★

The Black Room (1935 | USA): a prophecy foretells that a baron's twin will kill him. ★★★★

Bride of Frankenstein (1935 | USA): Frankenstein is forced to make his monster a bride. ★★★★½

[thenightling]

Over The Garden wall = People aren’t as bad as you think

Earlier today I stumbled upon a Youtube video analyzing the animated mini-series Over the Garden Wall.  For those unfamiliar with it, Ove the Garden Wall is an animated TV mini-series from 2014 that told the story of two boys, Greg and Wirt, lost in a mysterious forest called “The Unknown.”  The story that plays out is very Wizard of Oz-esque and nearly all the visuals are based on vintage, turn of the century, New England postcards- particularly postcards from the late nineteenth century to 1930s for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and even Christmas, though mostly depicting autumn.  The characters and visuals from these vintage postcards adds to the surrealness of the setting.             Now this particular Youtuber happened to be a very Christian individual who seemed pretty certain that the black cat (Enoch) that we first see in the Pottsfield story was actually God.  And though I understood why this Youtuber believed this I did not agree with this particular stance.

Yes, the people of Pottsfield are dead and happily enjoying their afterlife much like the dead in Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride but I do not think Enoch is meant to be God.  Again, I understand how he came to that conclusion but not everyone is C. S. Lewis.  

One thing the Youtuber pointed out that I DO agree with, however, is the stance that Over the Garden Wall teaches us that people aren’t as bad as we’ve been made to think, that things aren’t always what they seem and aren’t always as dark or as sinister as they seem and I was a little surprised at myself that I hadn’t quite realized this was a recurring theme throughout the mini-series.  But as soon as he said it I knew it was true.      I hadn’t even consciously made this realization before but yes, this is one of the many reasons I love that mini-series. It’s so anti-cynical and wholesome. 

Pretty much everyone and everything that Greg and Wirt encounter and Wirt thinks is a threat turns out to be benign, or out-right good, kind, and helpful.  The only characters that actually turn out to be evil and dangerous are Adelaide of The Pasture and The Beast.  

First Greg and Wirt come across the suspicious woodsman and he’s just a sad old man being manipulated by The Beast.  Even the creature that attacks them is just a semi-possessed dog (Beatrice’s dog).  And the dog is harmless and no longer possessed by the end of the tale.

When the boys come to Pottsfield, first Wirt thinks the towns people are going to severely punish them for what they did. Instead they get a very minor punishment.  Also when Wirt thinks Greg and Beatrice have abandoned him, they were still there helping him get free.  And in the end the residents of Pottsfield were not a threat at all (despite the reveal that they were all skeletons wearing Pumpkin and straw bodies). Even at the tail end of the Pottsfield adventure, when the boys are invited to stay there’s no pressure or threat to it. The Pottsfield residents are genuinely decent (though dead) people.

Soon the boys find the old-fashioned schoolhouse with anthropometric animal students playing out a Shirley Temple-esque movie scenario.  It, at first, looks like the school teacher’s father is a classic style bad guy of the story.  Also the teacher’s lover has run off on her and abandoned her.  By the end of this story you find out her lover was just stuck in a gorilla costume that he had been wearing to earn money to marry her and her father had actually been afraid they’d have to close down the school. The school is saved by a charity concert and the teacher and her lover live happily ever after.

In the next chapter of Over the Garden Wall, the boys get to The Dark Lantern Inn.  And at first it looks like the people in the inn might be a threat.  Nope. The innkeeper is a Betty Boop-esque character and all her patrons seem to be self-aware storybook characters who expect everyone to be playing a particular (though easily explained) character role.  And they are eager to help you find your role in your story.    

 Then the boys meet the wealthy (and very eccentric) Quincy Endicott (who may or may not be a ghost as you see his tombstone later in the “Real world”).  Endicott thinks his mansion is haunted.  Fred the Horse (yes, a talking horse) is very suspicious and briefly gets Wirt to believe that Endicott might be a murderer who killed the lady of the house and will murder them.  No, he’s just a lonely old man who ends up falling in love with his business competitor (they both run tea companies and their mansions are accidentally connected).

Then we come to Adelaide of The Pasture who actually is evil.  When we, the viewers, meet Adelaide, it appears to us that she’s deceiving poor Beatrice. Not only does she want the boys as her slaves but also we get the chilling thought (as most modern viewers may) that she’s lying about the magical scissors that would turn Beatrice and her family human again (they were cursed to be bluebirds).  The easy assumption is that Adelaide was cruelly lying and that cutting off Beatrice’s wings (and her family’s wings) won’t turn them human.  It will just leave them mutilated birds who cannot fly.  But even the sinister Adelaide is not as bad as we are lead to think.  Yes, she’s a villain.  Yes, she wants the boys as her slaves.  But even her darkness is limited.

After Adelaide is defeated Wirt takes the magical scissors and later gives them to Beatrice.  He only withheld them from her for so long because he was angry at her near betrayal.  And if we trust the epilogue in the last episode of Over the Garden wall, the scissors actually worked and Beatrice and her family are human again.

 Now we meet Lorna and Auntie Whispers.  At first it looks like the very weird looking  Auntie Whispers is a Baba Yaga-style witch who has been eating people and using Lorna for slave labor.  She even reveals that the evil Adelaide is her sister. The fact that Aunt Whispers is voiced by Tim Curry, who usually plays villains, also aids in the illusion.    Again we are misdirected.  Auntie Whispers is just trying to reign in the demon that is inside Lorna. She has been controlling it with the aid of a magical Bell. At first she looks like a cannibalistic witch or even crazed religious fanatic who has convinced Lorna that she’s evil, or somehow both.  No, she was just trying to protect Lorna from herself and others and to keep Lorna from killing other people.  She just didn’t consider that perhaps the magical bell to compel the demon might also be be used to banish the demon but Wirt figured it out. 

It’s also revealed that Auntie Whispers is really just lonely and wanted Lorna to stay as her live-in companion and ultimately that’s the quiet life Lorna chooses. 

When the Woodsman finally finds out where the Adlewood trees really come from he turns against The Beast to help our protagonists.

Even Jason Funderberker, who Wirt kept building up as an attractive jock that he was jealous of, and insecure against as a rival, was revealed to be nothing more than an awkward nerd and not at all the way Wirt described or saw him.

Over the Garden Wall pretty much shows you that Greg’s innocent and trusting mindset is the better view to have.  It’s the opposite of most stories that tell you to be suspicious and to embrace cynicism.  And pretty much every time Wirt assumed the worst about someone (except in regard to Adelaide and The Beast) he was wrong. 

  Over the Garden Wall teaches you that often people are not as bad as you think.  Things aren’t always as they seem.  And though there are terrible people out there like Adelaide and The Beast, usually people aren’t as bad as you think they are.

I think this precious lesson has been lost for a long time.  People aren’t as bad as you think once you really get to know them.  No wonder I think of Over the Garden wall as comforting and chicken soup for the soul. 

[publicsafetydevilfucker]

Chainsaw Man thoughts go brrrr. Thinking thinking thinking about the wild end of csm part 1. It's everything to me right now. So... spoilers below.

Cannibalism as an act of all-consuming love.

Makima as the houndmaster devoured by one of her own dogs.

Eaten by Denji, who still loves her even after everything she's done to him. Denji, whos scent she didn't care to memorize because she could smell Pochita in him, and that was all she wanted. Makima says that to be eaten by chainsaw man would be an honor, but she's not eaten by chainsaw man. Denji doesn't rip her apart and devour her with the many teeth of his devil form. He brings in Kishibe to help him, and they... butcher?dismantle?piece Makima out into cuts of meat and bone and organs.

He has to eat All Of Her for this to work.

And he eats her as Denji. Takes his natural time with it, cooks her into a variety of dishes, eats some of her raw. Savors every bite. He dreamed of eating good food and being with a woman, and I just gotta say... the monkeys paw was not feeling very merciful on this one.

Did he learn how to cook from Aki?

When it's done and finished and Makima's not coming back, he reports back to Kishibe and reasons that Makima did not revive because what he did to her was not, in his eyes, an attack. Consuming her, becoming one with her, was an act of love.

And then Kishibe just? Straight up drops a whole child on this child? (eternally a child? the hybrids don't seem to age. will he be sixteen forever?) Anyway, congrats on saving the world, Denji. Here's a little girl who exists as a direct product of what happened between you and the woman you "became one" with and also she is the reincarnation of that same woman. Better give her lots of love and a good stable home so she doesn't grow up to be Makima 2! Time to be the loving father you never had and not the one you were forced to kill to defend yourself. Time to be a good big brother like the one you were forced to kill to defend others.

(and akis name is on the big list of gun devil casualties, and by definition fiends are possessed corpses, and he was for sure already dead. even if denji could have subdued the gun fiend and somehow gotten it docile, it still wouldn't have been aki anymore. that doesn't make it any easier to put down the monster wearing his brother's body, or stop him from agonizing over whether there was something he could have done to save him)

So there Denji sits, a seventeen year old kid (sixteen forever?) dealing with the loss of his family, surrounded by the uneasy beginnings of a new one. Eight leashes in his hands. Seven dogs that belong to the girl in front of him more than they belong to him, and his late sister's beloved cat, the only one besides him to have survived.

Denji looks down at his new sister/daughter/roommate and asks if she would like to go get something to eat.

Just... not meat.

[i-turn-characters-2-warrior-cats]

Haretrap and Burntsky

I didn't want to wait any longer, so here, have an evil weasel and his poor eldest child (Michael was born first)! (Or hare, but lets be honest we all like calling him a weasel)

WC William Afton is....Haretrap! Hare because it's an unassuming prefix and is fun to give to a character like William Afton. Trap because.....duh.

WC Michael Afton is......Burntsky! Burnt because of how he died, and sky because of how he ended his father.

So, anyway, Haretrap had a relatively normal life. Growing up in JewelClan, gaining a mate in Lilyvalley, and having two beautiful kits. But one day, Blizzardberry burst into camp with a horrific accusation. One of the other warriors had been found dead! And Lilyvalley's scent was on the body!

Of course, Haretrap didn't believe it, and his two kits, Burntpaw and Goldenpaw were too scared to pick a side. Furious, the newly made leader (the old one had died less than a moon ago) exiled Lilyvalley, Haretrap went with her. Of course, the kits came along, Burntpaw not wanting to leave his father and Goldenpaw following his lead.

After they left and made a temporary, Haretrap decided to go hunting, and went a little close to a twoleg house. But that's when he heard a horrible cry. Running there, he saw it was two warriors from JewelClan. Polarcry, and Springstare, the latter being trapped in some sort of machine. Polarcry was trying to get him out. Blizzardberry was Polarcry's sibling, and Haretrap remembered that.

He snapped, and shoved Polarcry into the machinery, dooming Springstare who was already trapped, turning away, blocking out the cries of the two and returning to ther little camp.

One moon later, Haretrap was sobbing over the dead body of his mate, two stillborn kits, and one surviving kit, who would become WC Elizabeth Afton (who's coming up on the requests anyway).

Knowing that they had to find some kind of shelter, the four traveled on and on until they found an abandoned twolegplace. A cat with kind eyes welcomed him there, and they found a surrogate queen who was willing to keep WC Elizabeth alive.

Life was alright. Until, once again, disaster struck.

Burntpaw and Goldenpaw had snuck out exploring, and Burntpaw found a cave. Goldenpaw was nervous and scared of the dark, and Burntpaw thought it was funny, shoving him inside the cave.

Neither of them knew the scent of badgers. Or rabies.

Burntpaw ran back to the abandoned twolegplace, distraught. The first cat he found was WC Henry, who immediately started to gather a small group to go confirm the story. The second cat he found was WC Elizabeth, who attempted to follow them. She went in the opposite direction.

Onto a road.

To say that Haretrap was angry would be an understatement. He hid it well, though. Nobody suspected anything that would be unexpected for a father in his situation.

He chose his path, and began to walk in darkness, aspiring for immortality while Burntpaw was left to deal with his trauma.

One day, he encountered a strange beast, who introduced itself as "Jaggedwings". (Rainsoul, the spirit of bad endings. The Pantheonic spirits have multiple names.) Jaggedwings offered a deal. Lives for lives. If he killed enough cats, Jaggedwings would gift immortality to him and resurrect his victims.

Haretrap accepted, and the murders began. Until the ghosts of his victims chased him into a grisly death, trapped in machinery and crushed to death.

But he wouldn't quit, and after getting tired of life as a emaciated skinbag in Limbo, did quite possibly one of the most badass things I've ever had an OC do.

He stole a life from StarClan, rushing through the border separating it and Limbo with assistance from Snickers (Jaggedwings told him it would be neat) and killing the first spirit he could find, waking up in his own rotting corpse, and as such, Marrowtrap was born.

When he woke up he discovered that there were new murders going on, driven on by the rage-filled spirits of his past victims possessing corpses.

And his son, Burntpaw, had given himself a name. Burntsky.

Filled with rage, he began his own set of new murders, until he came face to face with Burntsky. It was until he spoke that Burntsky recognized his own father, and Burntsky did possibly the second most badass thing I've ever had an OC do.

He called upon StarClan to assist him, and they certainly assisted, striking down lightning onto Marrowtrap's body, killing him and mortally wounding Burntsky.

As of now, that mostly ends the story for Marrowtrap and Burntsky. (WC Glitchtrap and WC Elizabeth are a whole other story, along with the Funtimes and Glamrocks.)

To finish it off....

Here's Haretrap!

Marrowtrap!

And Burntsky!

That was really fun!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night/insert time zone appropriate word here, and I hope to see you again!

Bye!

[mask131]

Fragments of fright (4)

From Edouard Brasey's "The Great Encyclopedia of the Marvelous"

Some French variations of the werewolf myth

Birette

In the Loire region, the birettes are women who, after a deal with the devil, obtained from him either a wolf's skin or a boar's skin. Upon wearing this skin, the women become possessed and are said to be "courir la birette" (to run the birette), that is to say they attack cattle in the night and frighten the humans they meet. Just like werewolves, of which they are a variant, they keep in their human shape the wounds and mutilations inflicted to them in their animal form.

The birette metamorphosis is a demonic heritage: it is transmitted inside the family, from generation to generation, usually passed to the elder child of the family, that said child wants it or not. The birette is very similar to another creature named the "galipote" - however the galipote's modus operanti has her climb onto trees, to jump on the back of those who travel late at night. She will cling to their back, forcing the traveller to be her mount and carry her around - all the while she will become heavier and heavier, until finally the victim is crushed under her weight.

Garache

The garache is a female werewolf of the Vendée and Poitou regions. Her transformation, which always occurs at night, is actually a punishment, caused by some crime the garache commited while in human form. There is a distinction between the "garaches à sauter" (jumping garaches), who jumped over hedges ; and the "garaches à percer" (piercing garaches) who went right through thorny bushes. Ismaël Mérindol noted in his "Traité de Faërie" a nursery rhyme that goes as such:

"La garache a sauté par-ci / La garache a sauté par-là / Hache, hache, hache / Gare à la garache!" ("The garache jumped here / The garache jumped there / Axe, axe, axe / Beware the garache!"

When a garache is wounded in her animal form, she immediately returns to her human shape but dies in the process. This goes against the myth of the male werewolves, who keep their animal wounds upon their human shape without dying of them.

Sometimes the garaches are ot werewolves, but rather witches that either gather during sabbaths, or take part in some wild hunts/demonic hunts. Other times, a garache can be a type of "White Lady" (Dame Blanche), ghostly, misty beings with cloud-like coats and that surround houses with their fogs.

Lubins and lupins

The lubins (or lupins) are a type of corpse-eating wolves that haunt the cemeteries of Central France. It is said that they gnaw upon the bones of the dead, and have a stinking breath. Vaguely related to werewolves, the lupis can walk on their hindlegs like a man and wait in such a position before the walls of a cemetery, talking with each other in a bizarre language unknown to mankind. When someone passes by them without saluting them, the lubins will return to being on all fours, and will jump on the impolite person to devour them. Just like traditional werewolves, the lubins can only be destroyed by a bullet that has been blessed. In the Berry region the lubin, which is less dangerous than elsewhere, can be very easily destroyed, by simply being pointed out by someone's finger.

Voirloups

The voirloups are men or women who are possessed by the devil. At night, with the help of the demon that lives inside of them, they transform into animals to attack people. Usually they become wolves (their name has "loup", "wolf" in it), but sometimes they can turn into foxes, boars, male goats, or more rarely cats. From midnight until dawn, the voirloups wander the forest without making a sound. On top of their silence, they are invulnerable, and can see in the dark like in bright day - which makes them formidable opponents. The voirloups do not actually kill their victims - rather they drink their blood, in a way similar to vampires. Voirloups are also described as able to cause forest-fires with their glowing eyes. Once the sun rises up, their wolf-skin literaly bursts, and they regain their human shape.

To become a voirloup, one needs to be guilty of all of the seven deadly sins, and to have been noticed by the devil (who is always looking for the darkest souls). Once the devil selected you, he will give you a magical ointment that will, alongside a few diabolical prayers, turn you into a wolf or any other dangerous animal. The recipe for this ointment is known, and s terrifying. It has four ingredients: the saliva of the devil, human semen, the nuptial blood of a virgin girl, and the fat of a pig killed on the Good Friday. In order to not attract the voirloups, one must NOT talk about them or pronounce their name.

[little-elf-wanders]

Veilguard Vault: Character Planning

~ Mage Role ~

Basics

Name: Effie (Aka Rook)

Age: 35

Gender: Female but questioning 

Height: Spindly

Race: Elf (Rumoured, something is wrong with this elf.)

Faction: Mourn Watch

Class: Mage

Subclass: Necromancer

Sexuality: Demiromantic

Possible Romance: Davrin

Possible Friends: Emmrich, Neve, Bellara, Harding, Davrin, Manfred (the one true bestie), Assan

Possible Yikes: Solas, Taash (dependant on personality), Bellara (either gonna be a needed bestie/love or someone who is too much of her polar opposite)

Possibly Unsure: Varric, Solas, Taash

Personality

Likes: Obscure poisons and ingredients, Tea, The dead, Spirits, Necromancy, Animals, The colour purple, Bones, Feathers, Reading, The moon, Her skeletal cat Karm (he's a spirit she helped.) Recycling.

Dislikes: When people mistreat spirits, Loud noises, Being interrupted from her work, Sleep, Most people (severely introverted), The sun, when people comment on her burns (she has burns from her feet up to just below her knees.)

Quirks: Her eyes glow in the dark so she likes standing silently behind people and waiting to see them jump, her skin is chalk pale with blue undertones and often cold to the touch so she let’s people believe she’s a revived corpse, she has dark eyebags from insomnia, she has a macabre sense of humour, her ears can twitch and droop (wiggling when she's happy), her sclera is black from too many possessions, she hums eerie lullabies under her breath to soothe the spirits who keep coming to her, she pulls the skin off her bottom lip when anxious, she often doesn’t take care of herself because she gets so focused on her work that the physical tends to feel too mundane to focus on, she hasn’t cut her hair in 20 years so she’s always getting it in her face and in her way – she still refuses to cut it, she is wildly asexual with demiromantic attractions but because she’s never let herself get close to living people she doesn’t know this yet.

Backstory: Not much is known about where she came from before she was found and employed with the Mourn Watch by her mentor, some rumours claim her a bog witch or a Witch of The Wilds – she has no relation or involvement with Flemeth. A hermit and a witch would be the closest to the truth. At her core, Effie doesn’t much care for the living but she’s severely inconvenienced by Solas’s plan for the fade as it directly interferes with her job, the only time she visibly gets upset. She works tentatively with spirits once they’ve been shunted out of it, finding them bodies and skeletons with a pickiness that can only be described as love; she takes great care in assuring their happiness and comfortability and will even go out of her way to make sure they’re alright once they’ve left her care. This job is taken very seriously. Socially awkward and with a monotone, she’s often off putting to those around her as she has a corpse-like colour about her and a strange light in her eyes that some might mistake for the blight. She is neither dead nor blighted yet she doesn’t pay much mind to how people speak. People love speaking. In fact, she has no interest in most people at all. Even her mentor doesn’t receive much warmth from her, though he’s learned her quirks by now to know she means no ill when she ignores his attempts to speak to her during work hours. She’s merely eccentric. A peculiar woman who also claims the black sclera of her eyes are from a spell effect going off too close to her face - a lie. She holds many secrets, secrets she’s not in any hurry to share. So simple explanations or her ignoring rumours tithe any discomforts surrounding her.

In the Mourn Watch, she’s known to be apathetic to the plights of anything that isn’t dead or her potion brews – perhaps not an unusual personality among the morbidly practised, she keeps to herself and has her tendencies. Some more noble aligned folk still mistake this as her being ignorant to the world but she knows the world more intimately than she knows death. She knows its cruelty, she knows its political cycles are just as evermoving as the dance of life and death. It holds no fascination for her for she’s already living and she’s helping those spirits live, too. She believes there’s plenty of heroes to fight those causes already, she need not be another, she has her own passions and her own comforts. Which becomes a conflicting inner problem for her when Varric shows up and picks her. 

Why did he pick her? Good question, she has no leadership qualities so this is something that bothers her daily. All she really cares about is his explanation of Solas’s plan. Armed with the tact of a good storyteller, Varric found the one thing that would force her out of her room and workspace. The same thing that has forced her out her cabin in the bog all those years ago; the fate of the spirits.

Living in the bog has meant she is still skilled with a dagger, she used it often to cut the fur off her prey and gut the insides, but also to fend off bandits or those who try to tempt the cycle of life by thinking she’d be an easy target. She doesn’t flinch around blood or gore and she isn’t squeamish. Her go to is still her magic but she’ll shank anyone who gets too close to her personal space bubble after being advised not to – and by the spirits, she will use it on Gods if she has to.

[Made in picrew, very slightly edited in Kriva to give her black sclera. A lot of things aren't correct about her though, this is just the closest I could get for now.]

[localvoidcat]

all of tmcblr dave’s story (mostly) written by a madman (me)

hi this is for @scrimblocatalogue but you can read if you like tmcblr. otherwise this is not a place of honor no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here etc etc.

silliness under the cut

- okay so there was some silly stuff. gay accusations for the nephew, the whole floppa thing, chewing on wires that made the tech store burn down, all that fun stuff. mostly just a silly goofy guy

- friend dies. he attempts to go help her ghost and, in the process, separates his soul from his body and becomes a sort of medium. and he falls into the hands of a system. so he’s essentially remotely piloting his own body and waking up in this void place, known as Nothing, whenever she sleeps

- said dead friend ends up trying to attack him, killing someone else in the process. racked with guilt he decides to hide out for a bit but ends up being followed by the alternate tormenting his other friend (johnson)

- this causes him to be trapped for three days, before, in an attempt to escape, being physically torn apart and buried. while he’s dead, an alternate of him is created, and torments another friend of his

- the aforementioned system tries to repair him, merging him with some of the ghosts and his own technology in order to bring him back to life. this, of course, is extremely unstable, and shortly after killing the alternate of himself, he starts merging with it as well. this turns him into a partial alt and he ends up attacking lamb 

- the system resets him after this fight, trapping him in a new form. not too long after this, he’s once again tricked by johnson, who manipulates him into agreeing to go forward with one of the system’s commands in order to be human

- this. uh. doesn’t work he gets the alternate ripped out of his body and he dies there. in his friends arms. lmao

- another mod brings him back as a ghost, leaving him completely drained and unable to communicate much with anyone. after a while spent like this, he goes to the gods to bargain for his life back. they agree but end up giving him a bunch of curses 

- when he comes back he realizes. that they literally just put him back in his torn-up corpse. he stumbles back to his friend and collapses there

- there’s some messing around for a while and then the system is like well wait a second. this isn’t how the story is supposed to go. i need to fix this myself so it tries to erase the memory of it from dave

- this partly works, because while the memory IS erased he breaks the system while doing it. so now the system is just really pissed at this guy that doesn’t even remember it exists. also it’s starting to self destruct and it knows it needs to be present to salvage the story

- so it does the most logical thing, which is to. slowly possess them. and it works and now there’s this weird supercomputer thing possessing thatcher’s friend. and the longer it spends in his body the more fucked up she gets 

- this of course leads to possessed dave and thatcher fighting, and thatcher manages to win by (checks notes) ripping wires out of his best friend’s back! it does work in the end even if it is a gory mess

- system shuts down and Nothing crumbles down on itself, and we don’t hear from system for a while after that. it’s presumed dead

- so yay! he’s in control again there isn’t anything controlling him against his will. downside is that she’s now frighteningly aware of their place in the narrative but this is never touched on. staying silly

- a lot of the stuff after this is mostly fun filler stuff. baking project gone wrong that dave ends up treating as his son (this cookie thing has been locked in a closet until the end of time), hanging out with the dead god friend (average activity), constant threats on his life, british adam murray accidentally calls him a slur (one of my favorites), dave gets turned into an alternate again for a couple days and speaks in homestuck (one of his cats and johnson does this to him), etc

- everything after this is just nonstop insane btw so buckle up

- uhhh after a while it becomes apparent that oh shit! the corpse thing was actually kind of a big deal. he’s slowly rotting now. whoops

- this gets REALLY BAD and eventually he kind of. sort of. gets to the point where he’s nearly dead but the divine intervention bullshit manages to get him back to semi-normal. also johnson tries to stab out her other eye while he’s unconscious during the repair thing but he fucks off. so now dave’s fine. kind of. surely this will not be a permanent cycle of decay and repair that he goes through for the rest of his life

- shortly afterwards he gets told to come to the church! the one place he has tried to avoid for years due to past experiences! this will certainly not traumatize him further

- it does. meets gabriel for the first time (and gabriel lore is different in this, even if he did still create alternates), calls him a coward, gets another part of his face torn off. you know how it is

- archive is a little broken right now but there’s just some hurt/comfort stuff for a bit. it’s pretty nice actually thatcher and dave interactions make me so ill i sob and cry and die forever. also they watch sharknado together and now he thinks it’s a real documentary 

- uhhh mark gets. sort of kidnapped? it’s hard to explain - by an alternate and dave decides to go help him. this ends up with him facing off another alternate but somehow. he manages to mess with the alternate instead. now i found this kind of funny but something something picking up the habits of the person you hate and using them against other people. or something cause angst only works on tumblr user bonkcreat

- something silly happens after this. but when doesn’t it. anyways remember when i said system was probably dead. i was lying. it’s now stuck in Something (opposite of Nothing. Nothing was this void realm Something is like sensory overload the place) and is trying to reach out again

- it works. and dave goes into it and oh boy! what did you expect it’s the goddamn system again. it tries to get him to hand over control again but something happens with the realm registering him and it practically. spits her back out LMAO

- of course the whole. distortion realm thing messes her up a bit and now he’s some weird radiation spiral angel thing. for a bit. not too long. this happens every day. that wears off pretty fast but during that time he touched the weird missing texture thing that scrambled two of his friends and gets kind of birded. what am i even saying

- uhhhh fun stuff! thatcher dave and ruth interactions, he makes the best of the whole. bird situation which ended today (sort of. you saw the comic), and things are mostly fine. 

- also there’s stuff going on with. johnson right now but dave hasn’t been tied into that lore yet so that’s for another time

anyways. that’s only one half of the bullshit i’ve been doing for several months. love this gay ass roleplay and i hate it with a passion. i’m so ill okay goodbye

[meowww-ffxiv]

Oh yes! Non-WoL Meowdred and Theodore.

I made them to be compatible with my friends' WoLverses, but I mean. It's good food to chew on.

✧ They're contractors for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Skilled adventurers, but mostly just 2 guys who floated between high-paying jobs. They had an apartment set up in the Mist, but were reachable through linkshells and Thancred's contacts.

✧ Despite each possessing the Blessing of Light and the Echo, Minfilia could NOT for the life of her recruit them.

✧ Meowdred said the Scions sounded like a cult, offending everyone. He also said do-gooders like them were fated to die a wretched, meaningless death because he was still in his emo-era so yeah.

✧ He does the thing where he "belongs" to several free companies, but his main one was a money-focused if prestigious group of adventurers. Funnily enough, Theodore was not signed up with the same FC. Taxes, you understand.

✧ Meowdred and Theodore are available as Duty Support for all the ARR primal trials, and with an extra quest, could be available for Heavensward duties, replacing the random banneret or soldier.

✧ They could also be involved in the immediate aftermath of the Waking Sands being sacked by that Livia lady.

✧ Despite what Meowdred told Minfilia, he came running when he heard they were attacked. He was looking for survivors, and volunteered his services as a funeral priest to inter the dead and ensure news of their passing reach their families.

He told the Warrior of Light he was sorry for their loss, if there were any among those who passed. And that he would work to find out where the survivors were taken.

✧ Mordred and Theodore WERE able to corroborate the information of where the captured Scions were kept. They joined the duty to get them out of that castrum near Silvertear, and Theodore would remark that the "corpse" of Midgardsormr still felt like it echoed with a song.

✧ Mordred helped the WoL and company escape during the bloody banquet, putting the Brass Blades to sleep and guiding Lyse and Papalymo out of the dead end they found themselves in. He spent most of HW patches absent after returning from Ishgard, but returns for Baelsar's Wall where both he and Theodore were with the Grand Companies' forces.

✧ Although the two were involved in the Ala Mhigan front during StB, Mordred could mysteriously be found apparently in jail with the Sekiseigumi in Hingashi. Gosetsu remarked on it, because he recognized him from having hung out with the Doman refugees back in ARR.

✧ But the WoL can leave the cat for later because it would literally be a useless fucking side quest where apparently Mordred was found in the forbidden zones of the Garlean Embassy, and was summarily arrested. He was impatiently waiting in jail with the Sekiseigumi, but had broken out by himself at this point.

If/when the WoL caught up with him, he told them he was in the process of assaulting a "mobile Garlean base" south of Rhalgr's Reach, but they must've had a teleporter or something because he felt himself yoinked away and emerged in an unfamiliar case with the WORST nausea.

This was, of course, the precursor to the WoL being able to travel to the unattuned aetheryte in Yedlhimad. The Garleans had their own version of it.

✧ Anyway, you could take Mordred through Duty Support in the Far East if you do the quest. He doesn't offer anything particularly useful as a new companion, but is an extremely high-damage caster DPS who will explicitly use AoE attacks and might therefore get ur team through a lil faster.

Also he can be found around Locations offering his thoughts etc.

✧ Meowdred gets to go home when your WoL does, yaaay. Apparently he knew Carvallain and actually quite a few people in Limsa Lominsa, having spent his childhood there.

Theodore was BESIDE HIMSELF when u bring the cat back to Ala Mhigo. He thought he was DEAD like DUDE. and Meowdred said sorry, the linkpearl broke with the teleport, etc.

✧ Oh yeah they're background NPCs in Ala Mhigo dungeon and also were there during Ghimlyt Dark.

✧ Tbh anywhere the WoL went that wasn't the First, it seemed Meowdred and Theodore were there somewhere. The 2 Guys, you know?

[valeriasfragments]

The Rigors And the Heft - Part 1

She was born a mad woman, mad as Mae, mad as Arla, mad as Lærke. Mad as all of them, maybe more. She lost count the number of times she lost her mind, lost down the rabbit hole with Alice, down the well with Sadako. Not many people wake up in an irrigation ditch at 11 years old with their pants around their ankles without going mad from time to time.

Regaining her sanity (as if), in the ruins of her life, shredded by her own hands, bloody boney things, hateful things. No excuse powerful enough to undo the curses cast from her own maddend hands. They say we hurt the ones we love the most and she was efficient.

Years of this cycle and Chance has run herself aground, a bloated whale corpse heart ready to burst with rot. Laying on this beach of a bed wracked by nightmare after nightmare, screaming awake on an air mattress with a leak, she wakes up every few hours and reinflates it in the dark of her room while the anxiety of her nightmares drains away.

She wakes when she dreams, she sleeps when she wakes, she stays up the whole night. She takes the little green and blue capsules when she starts to hallucinate at the edges of her vision. Hydroxyzine Pamoate to dull her mind and lull her to sleep, she's stockpiled more than a lethal dose, though she has never even thought of doing that, probably very painful anyway.

She rolls out of bed and onto the filthy carpet, half deflated bed like arms of a desperate lover who can't get enough. Stark angry noonday sun lancing through the crack in her beige lifeless curtains to ensure she is awake. The same drapery supplied with the apartment 10 years ago, never bothered to replace them either, apathy was her favorite interior decorator.

Just 24 hours prior she was in Kansas on the threshold of her aunt Arla's single wide mobile home, maroon and white corrugated aluminum shoebox similar to the one Chance grew up in. Two big windows on the front like doe eyes, a barren planter box, and a carport filled with dozens and dozens of 30 quart rubber bins.

The smell of the dead woman is thick in the air, she's wearing two masks and still has the urge to vomit, it's a smell that doesn't leave her for days. Not even the first dead body Chance has smelled, though her aunt was taken away 2 days ago, he stinking days old rot still clung to the air.

How does one begin to even go through a mad woman's hoarded possessions? A life of clutter accumulated in every nook and cranny, barely a walkable path though the trailer.

The hallway lined with National Geographic magazines from floor to ceiling, they have congealed from an unfixed leak, the soggy paper shape of a stack of magazines. There's even a perfect handprint in the paper wall where an EMT mistakenly put their hand.

The floor in the back bedroom squelches under foot and sags in the middle, a putrid smelling mattress with decomposing bits of her aunt's body, a shit river stain and a floor covered in never been clean clothes and half filled bags of trash.

One end of the room is a closet that dominates the wall, inside it is full of boxes, some collapsing, and others with odious stains on the corners. The dresser built into the wall had no drawers, in fact Chance couldn't even find them anywhere on the premises.

The other wall is a gaping hole where the fire department cut out the death trap horizontal slot windows, the type long out of style and only found on older models without any renovations. The hole is lined by cancerous pink cotton candy that Chance's intrusive thoughts keep telling her would be a good idea to eat.

Chance finds nothing in the house worth saving but she does spend a few hours i going through the tubs in the carport. She dug out a copy of Mysterious New England from 1971, a ratty later edition of Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson, a cat skull, some small glass bottles with cork stoppers, things her mom would call "witchy shit" oh and Dino Crisis for the Playstation, her crazy aunt contained multitudes.

She would be kinder to her aunt's memory if she hadn't been so cruel, her mad woman aunt who talked to the dead and heard their voices. Chance's kindness long lost because of a knife at her throat, a gun to her head, and the constant stream of verbal abuse that made it hard to function.

Now jetlagged Chance is on her bedroom floor, her clothes covered floor, just like her aunt and her grandma and her mother too. Everyone's mad in her family, a long line of mad women as far as she can remember. Chance and her mother are the first generation to never be committed but that isn't a very high bar to clear in these supposedly more enlightened times (yeah right).

Chance retrieves the pack of clove cigarettes from the pocket of her jeans on the floor, flips it open, retrieves a single clove wrapped in black paper, and places it between her lips still caked with last night's lipstick, a cheap black from the drugstore, a small cheap comfort she allows herself.

She lights the clove cigarette and takes a short, quick pull from it. The aroma hits her nose and she is immediately taken back to that first kiss, to the girl who smelled of patchouli and cloves, and left a taste in her mouth for the rest of her life, the kiss never forgotten, a soul moving kiss nobody had ever duplicated, almost against her will, the girl who smells like heaven or the closest she had ever been.

She remembers this kiss each time she smokes, the only reason she really smokes them anymore. Chance still won't let anyone else call her "baby" or "lover", those words belonged to her, the girl who hated her guts, the girl she hadn't seen in 20 years. Chance doubts the girl would even recognize that boygirl she kissed in high school.

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Spoilers

Why do I feel like all the objects together would tether hyangi's soul to sanyeong's body once and for all. Like she asked and asked and asked to find those objects but didn't tell them her name because she wanted to put as many hurdles in the path to her truth but in the last shot, with the flying hair shadow settling to a mere shadow and that smile...why do I feel like Hyangi is in preparation to bind herself to the mortal realm so that she might be the one who gets to live Sanyeong's life? Maybe it's two sides of the same coin. The shaman yeom talked to, warned him that ghosts can be deceitful...and the grandma ( YAYY THE WITCH IS DEAD!!) tried to bargain with another one of Hyangi's secret!! I wonder if finding the objects is like a coin being balanced on its side. The coin flips to one side and the spirit finds its release. the other? and the spirit is forever bound to the body it has possessed. Like even the preview! With Hongsae asking Haesang if Sanyeong isn't herself as she took the last of the objects with her right hand...I feel like it is too on the nose to not mean something.

Sanyeong using her right hand, hugging her mother...is it really Sanyeong? Or is it Hyangi preparing to play the part should she be successful in her schemes?

I feel like it is like The Mummy movie! Imoteph went around collecting his organs and by the end of it all he changed from a rotting corpse to how he last was in his mortal life. Cats the supposed guardians of the underworld would have stopped mattering too, had our heroes not foiled his plans.

I feel like Hyangi can do things, now that all the objects have been collected, that she couldn't before.

Sjdkllll my god last episode tomorrow. I can't wait for the mystery to unfold.