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victoirey · 2 years

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A PUNISHMENT SOWN —

tw : ripping out of wings , implied sex , way too much of victoria having full on breakdowns, unproofreaded and unedited

word count : 1.5k

notes: here it is ! a peak into my oc victoria <3 is this for a school assignment, thus being either non canon or probanly canon but i dont know yet? yes! am I still posting it? yes!

it was an accident, really.

atleast that was what victoria, a seraph, lady of kindness, protector of protectors, patron of victory — had told herself; that it was an accident. she accidentally gave into temptation. she accidentally bedded a demoness. she accidentally kept bedding a demoness. the creature had tempted her with her absolutely enticing voice, her curvaceous body and her eyes — oh god, her eyes. victoria was wrapped around the beauty's finger within three centuries. ( a blink of an eye to a seraph who has lived for eons. )

they had been keeping up this little "hangout" as the demoness— mazikeen, had called it, for ages. in those ages, victoria was falling deeper and deeper into her spell, like a butterfly to a flower— so uncontrollably drawn to mazikeen in each and every way. the angel was sure that a life without mazikeen would not be a life, it would simply be an existence, so boring even death would be entertaining. mazikeen was her beloved, her forever, her life—

her god.

the first commandment states : i am the lord, your god, you shalt not have any other Gods before me.

it was then she had snapped out of her lovesick trance. she blinked twice, then thrice, then she immediately scrambled to the cross infront of her, kneeling. she had kneeled so quickly, so clumsily, that when her knees had dropped onto the floor— victoria was engulfed by an unbelievable amount of pain. Yet, she stood her ground, for nothing would ever be as painful as a punishment from the creator.

" pater noster, qui es in caelis— sanctificetur nomen tuum, adveniat regnum tuum, fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelum et in terra [...] " Her prayers came in more of a babble than an actual understandable sentence, and yet as if they werent already nonsensical enough — they grew more and more nonsensical. she mixed up, butchered, and forgot even more words everytime she had repeated the prayer, until all she could say was "amen."

she couldve sworn she had seen her mangled body through visions, her eyes dull and her hair greasy — but she continued.

"amen."

the pain in her knees tripled, almost as if her skin was ripping off— being reclaimed by the world every time she repeated the word, but she continued.

"amen."

suddenly, there was a ringing in her ears. it lasted for so long, it became absolutely insufferable— she had put her palms over her ears, near screamed gibberish to try and get it to cease. she was running out of options. it was only when she was about to slam her head onto a wall did the sound stop. she was forced to continue her day, for a seraph will never rest.

she had continued on like this for eons, waiting for the day God would punish her for her crimes against Him. in each and every meeting, where she had stood near god at all times, she had never once broke. she had stayed obedient to his word at all times, followed his every order and worshipped his every move — were they to atleast give her hope that God would have mercy on her? or were they in genuine awe and admiration of her lord?

she did not know anymore.

now, eons later, here she sits, hands fisting her hair, breathing uneven and all two pairs of eyes frantically looking for any sign of escape from this situation of hers. it is then, she realizes, in this situation— in this situation, a situation in which she is forced to — in which she is forced to wait. it's driving her insane, it's driving her insane, it's driving her insane.

one pair of her wings stretch themselves out, as if to split,? atleast she hears so — and when she feels that sensation, she gasps. she tears up, choking on sobs and yet no one seems to notice her pain and she feels the roots separating themselves from her back and —

"my darling."

mazikeen.

mazikeen, here, in heaven? impossible. the impure would get smited the moment they made their existence known, in such a pure place as this. her presence is unwelcome, it is unneeded and victoria should take hold of her spear and impale her— but her presence made everything go away. the angel let's out a shaky sigh, before turning to where she heard the voice.

where mazikeen's figure was supposed to be, there were only eyes. each second a new pair opened, until in every corner there were just eyes— eyes, eyes, eyes— and they all watched her every move. her breath got caught in her throat, her eyes were unrealistically wide and her whole body shook. she didn't know what to do, if she could do anything at all — could she? in the eyes of God, could she do anything?

he knew.

her face went as pale as the first snowflake, and yet unlike it — she was impure. so he did know. he knew. he knew. he knew.

victoria cut off all contact with mazikeen after that incident.

she was not able to hear her voice the same way— not able to associate her with anything but eyes. no longer was she the first roses bloomed, no longer was she her eternal beloved, she was just.. she was just eyes, to victoria now.

the seraph was alone. entirely, fully, wholly, alone. except would it make any difference now that she was? after all, it was not like mazikeen had helped her through her endeavors...

well, it was not like mazikeen knew, anyways. she was determined at hiding, great at masking it all and good at concealing. however, but just because she was just that — didn't mean she felt like going onto what misery life had ahead of her. it was exhausting, she was exhausted.

still, she went on. holding onto whatever hope she had left.

♡

it was all for nothing.

she kept hearing that same ringing, kept feeling the pulling of her wings, kept crying even in slumber— kept begging to God for her punishment.

nothing came. even after all her begging, all those eons of waiting, nothing. nothing. came.

the last time victoria had felt the pulling of her wings again, she had felt it more clearly. it was near painful. however, instead of screaming in certain agony, she had smiled.

finally.

then the pain stopped and her smile dropped.

engulfed not only by immediate rage, but by eons of it, buried deep within her— she had cursed gods name, — "why!? why do you do this to me?! you are a cruel, cruel God, my God! a cruel one, I say, you are callous! and cruel! and — and I despise you!" she had screamed.

it is then she decided — if God would not dish out her punishment, she would dish out her own.

her hands made their way to the first pair of wings on her back, and then she pulled. she pulled as hard as she could and it proved to be successful, for now she sits, head resting on the wall— panting.

she holds the roots of her first pair of wings, and looks at the feathers — once a wonderful white, and as pure as she once was, now reduced to bloodied and ugly remains of her old self.

she looks at them, and then she pulls out her second pair. the sound she hears as she tears her wings out is gorey, and it makes her cringe in disgust. both for the state she is now in, and the sickening sound.

more bloodied feathers land on the floor beneath her, uncared for, unneeded, now abandoned.

it is then she moves onto her last pair.

this time, she not only finds it harder to pull them out, no — not just that. not at all just that. this time, she cries. she mourns her impurity, knowing that because of it, she is now about to fall from what little grace she had. if only she had not idolized a false God, if only she had not fallen inlove mazikeen, if only she had not gave into lust — if only.

she pulls her last pair out with a deafening cry.

then, almost immediately, she regains her composure — her lips flat, eyes a doll like kind of dull, and she walks to the edge of heaven.

she takes a step forward and begins her descent into hell, the last stage of her punishment. she looks at her home one last time.

it truly was a beautiful sight.

she sees newly made angels flap their wings for the very first time, and reminisces on when she was like them. she sees the lower ranked zooming to their duties, she sees the principalities on their way to report to the lord —

and as she closes her eyes, she hears his voice.

"If you were to have confessed,"

no.

"if you were to have atoned for these sins of yours —"

oh god, no, no, no.

"I would have forgiven you."

@robearss @merymikey @wondero28 @iisaabelaa

#. . . oc ; victoire #victoire's woes

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rjshepofftheshits · 2 years

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gonna be gross about luxu and the fortellers and talk about silent hill for a bit 0:)

tw for dubcon , tw for violence and sexual content below

also if u want a sfw version with just monster designs/ silent hill talk HMU

This was posted before I finished it (oops) so it's nonsensical and incomplete

Will sort it tomorrow

ok so like

they wouldn't call the foretellers names of the 7 deadly sins if they werent going to do something fucked up with it in the end right??? yall know me im a suck for some body horror, alt forms of chars etc. i know kh is a disney property ,so theres a limit to what they can show a pg audience.

So maybe give konami a turn??? There's so much insane shit in kingdom hearts and so many now traumatized characters it's practically crying out for a silent hill crossover!

I'm in a forteller mood so let's look at thems first

if i were in charge id have snake monster Invi, 4 armed wrath demon Ira, giant Black bear skin wearing Aced and Gula who eats and eats but is never more than a horrible rake like wraith.

and foxtail ava of course

im leaving luxu off the list because what is a lust monster? little bastard is that already

but more than all this, ive been in a silent hill mood recently ( trying to play it on ps4 but the only version is on freaking ps now and im not paying monthly for a game i already own) so because of that im thinking what if luxu was in silent hill? what would he see them as? people who go from human to monsters the longer hes there? Maybe just normal people who look like monsters to him as Eddie suggests in silent hill 2? There's a nice little bit of sanity questioning in that idea. What about becoming more uncanny the longer luxu looks at them? what would they do to him? would they see him as a person? treat him accordingly? or would they see him as a sin based monster, just like they are?

New game Kingdom of Silence, Luxu is the player character

also bc im in some kinda shipping mood i wana know how these monsters would fuck.

Invi

Invi is going first because she's the hardest to think of ideas for me. I've never been REALLY jealous of someone so I don't really know how it feels. To me, she gets more and more insufferable the longer she's there, refuses to leave luxu alone with the others because she wants to monopolize his time. She becomes more controlling and paranoid as the days wittle on. when shes around, the other world is filled with vines and barbed wire that blocks Luxu's path. he can hardly move for the stuff, it grows back right after he cuts it and seems to just get thicker and thicker every time he blinks. her otherworld is like a maze and shes determined to make luxu dependent on her to get through it. at the center invi is no longer human; jealousy has driven her mad and twisted her into something resembling a Lamia crossed with a dyrad. So controlling shes practically merged with her surroundings. With all the plant material she's practically green (with envy badumtss) If she was a game i think she'd be like Sepulchre from silent hill 4. she needs to be cut away from the vines that hold her and dropped into a pit to put her out of her misery

how does monster invi fuck? : well like a snake oddly enough. she twists herself around luxu until his ribs start to crack under the pressure. She wants his focus on her and her alone. i wouldnt be surpised if she could pull some sort of mind bending tricks like Kaa from jungle book; make luxu blind to all the danger aound him, put him in his happy place so he doesnt realise hes surrounded by monsters or that invi isnt human anymore. Hypnosis kink folks come get ya juice. I was going to give her 2 dicks or something but i think two tongues might be more interesting and not as over played. i mentioned she looks like a lamia but dont think that means shes got an entirely human face. shes all eyes and teeth and a mouth that has more than one way of opening, maybe something like mileena with the teeth. I can see why shes jealous of everyone and everything, i wouldnt like to look like that either.

the more im writing the more i think i might just draw these guys after the con on Saturday

Ira

silent hill is already a grotesquely violent place but something else seems to be eating at human ira. hes hearing voices whisper to him, sounds coming from behind walls that no one else seems to hear. hes usually slow to anger but now hes lashing out at everything, blaming luxu for all of it. Luxu really doesnt see it coming the first time Ira hits him, but it's certainly not the last.

iras otherworld seems to be out for luxu's fucking blood. everything is trying to hurt him, from the toxic plants, to the boiling water and every monster that seems to have a ping on his exact location. not to mention monster Ira. Strangly for the embodyment of wrath, hes sitting quite calmly in the middle of the street looking horrific. if i had to describe my mental image it would be akin to Goro from motal combat meets Resident evils crimson heads/lickers. Ira's helmet/mask has fused to his face, welded to his skin that's chapped and red raw around the edges. bone sticks from all angles of his body like armour. Around him are Plies of rotting corpses in various degrees of mutilation : luxu can't tell if they were human or monster. Now alone and with no one else to take it out on he seems to have turned his volence on himself, pulling chunks of skin from muscle until he's practically flayed himself alive. whether or not this monster can actually feel pain is anyones guess. in game i think he'd be too big to fight directly. You would need to trick him into one of the dangerous environment settings like the boiling lake Toluca or into the gas station before setting it alight.

How does monster Ira fuck? its less fucking and more slow murder with a lot of hip thrusting. Size difference galore in this fucked up pairing folks. think of that blood scene from AHS: Hotel except ira is now 3 times the size and has twice as many arms as normal. i think its less he wants to fuck the lust monster and more he wants to fuck him up. I'm sure I could sit here and wax lyrical about the relationship between sex, violence and death but it is 1130pm at time of writing and I'm tired. its a good thing you cant really die in silent hill ( well relativly speaking) because luxu would have been snu-snu'd to death several times over where Ira is concerned.

Aced

So aced was another difficult one because how exactly does your sloth affect others in the immediate. Since the word his name comes from in Latin means "without care" I'm choosing to interpret him as becoming completely apathetic towards luxu. He doesn't care he's in silent hill, he doesn't care the others are monsters and he certainly doesn't care to help luxu if he's hurt or being attacked. He just gets worse and worse until he doesn't even care to move, sitting down and becoming some hibernating bear.

Aced's otherworld is filled with goo and sludge, something like pure tar that slows luxu's movements to a crawl, makes running impossible. This isn't only dangerous because luxu can't escape from incoming monsters, but also because every movement requires so much effort that it's almost easier to just lay down and let the goo consume you. His powers remind me of the apathy Grimm from rwby. Fighting him would probably be a timed fight in game. I can see the environment changing like goo flooding into the room to slow you and eventually drown you. Aced himself is now almost a statue barely able to move. He's not as horrifc to look at as the others but the paniked way his eyes follow luxu is saying something disturbing. Monster boss Aced won't lift a finger to attack you, he's more of an environment obstacle boss and is non hostile. But also will he not lift a finger to help: he won't stand off the drain to save both himself and luxu from drowning and he won't use his size or strength to help luxu navigate the room faster. His apathy is essentially dooming them both.

How does monster aced fuck? Assuming he can, maybe in some Inbetween stage before losing all humanity, he seems like the kind of creature to get the other person to do all the work.perhals he employs an aphrodisiac, since sloth is failing to take action it could be a diddling while Rome burns sort of thing.i think he lies there and they bounce on his lap, he falls asleep as soon as he's done, fails to take action for his partner. Or on the flip side, maybe he's into sleep sex, drowsy half awake fucking, luxu's not quite sure if he's dreaming or not.

Gula

So I came up with a design for gula first but everything else after. Gula in silent hill is super selfish. He won't share information, supplies or even safe space with the others. He eventually resorts to stealing things from Luxu like the keys he needs to traverse silent hills many locked doors. Gulas other world is a literal trash heap, a junkyard filled with things he could never hope to use but still refuses to part with. The further in luxu goes the more the mounds of stuff become fleshy, as we see they become mounds of food. Gula has become this gangling zombie, thin as a rake but constantly gorging himself on anything he can get his hands on, animal or human, living or dead

Here's the problem with Gulas design. I wanted him to be influenced by w#ndigo psychosis, the actual disease/illness but not by w#ndigos themselves. I want him to have a wraith like look without looking like an antlered deer and I want him to be fleshy because he's based on a leopard ( which will often leave their dead pray in trees for a few days) not because of most depictions of w#ndigos as covered in blood. I have a design in my head I just don't want it to cross any lines. And I definitely dont Wana rehash previous w#ndigo type designs

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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May i request for overhaul just being vulnerable because of the first time he felt "threatened" by somebody trying to steal angel away? And he feels really terrible about it? (Even if he took care of the issue...the person- already?) You may decline! Thankyou

He wasn't the best to be involved with.

Heck, he would be a hypocrite if he deny such a thing. He is arrogant, cold and capable of kill someone if they accidentaly bumo onto him. Not even mentioning the sociopath part of his persona.

Resume. He is a mess of a man. Sometimes he even question it if you were actually sane to still be with him. Say you loved him for who he is and stay by his side even on his worsts moments where he knows he is an absolute asshole if it let him.

He knew you deserved better. He knew it.... yet his selfishness was way bigger than his common sense; he didn't wanted to lose one of the only good things on his fucked up life.

He was too possesive.

Yet seing you there... smilling and actually laughing at that man's words and gestures made his stomach turn into a knot as he gripped on his glass a little bit tighter as he stared at the scene with nonchalant expression.

"Such a beautiful person like yourself involved with us? A bunch of yakusas? Pardon but I mistook you with actual royalty." The brunette haired man spoke as you giggled and waved him off.

"Please, this is beyond exaggerating sir!"

"I beg your kindness to call me Harishima. It would be a blessing to hear my name be spoken by such a sweet angel's voice."

Angel? Angel... that was his nickname for you. How dare he-

"Shit! You're okay Overhaul?" He heard Chrono's blvoice and he only let out a confused noise before looking at his own hand... despite the gloves on, that was sign of his blood dropping on the floor along with the remains of what used to be a glass.

He didn't even used his quirk to do that... impressive. His subconscious spoke louder this time.

He merely grabbed a napkin and started to wipe it off until he heard your voice. He stared down and found you with wide worried eyes directioners at his injury as his chest somehow fluttered in relief.

Your attention was on him. You carried about him.

"What happened?!" You took the napkin out of his hand and sweetly wipe while holding his hand on yours... many were shock that Overhaul didn't killed you right there for touching him without permission.

No. The man was staring down at you like it was not a big deal. Letting you treat his wound as you asked for anyone for some bandages.

The worry in your eyes were genuine... you didn't had the same look towards that filth.

"Kai I think we should go to-"

"Oh my." The man you were speaking to appeared and dares to put a hand on your shoulder "Mister we should get to the hospital. I can take both you and this lovely friend of yours there by my car."

"Would you really do that?" You asked in astonishement and relief as the man nodded with a smile.

His eye twitched at the sign. Snatching his hand back he took off his gloves and let it fall to the ground as he used hsi quirk on his own hand. Poker face present with a tinge of hate and wish to kill as he stared Harishima on the eyes.

"As you can see-" his hand returned back to normal "I dont need this stupid charity of yours. And I command you to stop this disgusting flirting on my partner. Unless of course you dont treasure your life this much." He narrowed his eyes at the quivering man before telling you to follow him since he was done of this reunion.

You looked at Hari whose shrugged before quickly apologizing to Harishima and going after your fuming boyfriend.

He could hear your footsteps after him but he didn't even dared to look behind his shoulder or to even spoke one single word. On the car it held such a tension atmosphere that could be snapped by a freacking needle.

Now, back to the safety of you guys shared room, you looked at your boyfriend changing out of his clothes before gulping and have thhe courage to speak.

"I thought we were suppose to get out of there at 10? Is still barely 9 p.m Kai..."

He stop mid track on folding his shirt. Golden eyes looking slowly at your figurine before they retreated, as well as his actions of searching something to wear at night after taking a shower.

"If you wished to pass time with that filth then you should had at least said on my face."

The time your ears got his sentence you widened your eyes and stared at him for solid minutes in shock as he refused to lock gazes once again.

"What are you... talking about?" You giggled "Wait... no. Kai you were-! Oh!!!" your giggles got into a point you were laughing, back on the bed as Chisaki arched one eyebrow up as one of his eye also twitched in anger.

Making fun of him after what happened. You were lucky enough he treasured you or else you would be around on all room and being cleaned out of it by Chronostasis.

"Quiet." He commanded and you only laughed harder, giggling when he grabbed on your shoulder and forced you to look at the murderous glare he had on his face as you smirked up at him.

"You were jealous of Harishim-"

"Spoke his entire name. Go on." He narrowed his eyes down at you and clenched his grip on warning "I dare you to do it."

Smilling up at him you giggled one last time.

"I lost count of how many times you got jealous hun." You giggled more before you stopped when he let your shoulder go, turning his back to you "Kai..?"

"... you know dearest. That... you're free to go. There's no need to remain here against your own will." That was the last thing he said before getting inside the shower, leaving you at the point of your heart to burst out of your chest.

What was he talking about?

After some torturing minutes he got out of the shower and widened his eyes at seing you, boucing your leg still waiting for him but soon they got back to normal.

"I thought you would be gone by now." He spoke nonchantly as you hesitantly looked up at him.

"Do you want me to?" His heart did a weird thing, but it seemed like it had contracted at seing your worry and how afraid you seemed to be.

"If it is against your own will and you're lying then yes." He said in the most cold tone of voice possible until you got up to look up at him, inches apart from his body.

"Why would I pretend something like that? We both know I cant even hide you that I ate a candy bar without you looking!"

"... what I am saying is..." he sighed, his pride not even allowing him to look at your eyes "I don't think I am the most suitable person to you. After all you're just so... pure."

You blinked up at him in surprise and shock... he wasn't only jealous this time, but insecure. Heavens, when was the time you ever saw your Chisaki Kai, OVERHAUL, insecure?!

"This is new..." you mumbled, finally catching his attention enough for him to look at you "Kai, you treat me well enough. Jesus you spoil me rootless since I almost beg you to not do it!"

"Is not a matter of money. Is a matter of treatment. I should at least... give enough of affection for you to not go to other males seeking for such things." He looked away, scratching the back of his neck until he let out a gasp at you hugging him tightly.

"You idiot." He narrowed his gaze at you who had your head on his chest "I couldn't ever seek attention from other guys since I have you. Germophobic and all of your package." You looked up at him as he stood with his arms out awkwardly.

"Yet you seemed quite fond of that sick-"

"Is a matter of good education. I dont even know if you noticed but everytime he tried touching me I brushed off. Just at that time when he was suggesting to take you on a hospital!"

His gaze slowly softened.

"You are the only one for my eyes dammit! I love you for you Chisaki! Sure, our affectionate touches might be rare but that's what make it so special... and you're getting better on your mysophobia! Geez last time there was a dirt on the floor instead of wanting to kill someone you went there and clean it yourself!"

"That was simply because no one else can clean something properly." He brushed it off as you again rested your head on his chest with a sigh.

"Trust me at least once Kai..." you mumbled until you gasped when you felt him hugging you back slowly with one arm as the other was occupied on petting your head.

"I dont trust on others... thinking they can take what is mine away. The wish of killing them is huge, yet I cant deny that some of them could treat you at least better."

"That's not true idiot!" You gasped when he flipped your head and pouting up at him as he looked down at you with a soft look yet lips pressed onto a thin line as always.

"You are insufferable sometimes you know that." He sighed with closed yes, detaching his arms away from you.

"And you were jealous of me some hours ago." You smiled at him "tsking" at your words and then you peeked his cheek, making him gag and press his hand on the area where your lips met his skin.

"... go to sleep already will you." He said before muttering some excuse to leave as you giggled at his attitude.

He gave only a few minutes, enough for you to sleep as he come back to the bedroom and saw you on the bed... his mind told him something and his heart another.

He decided to be bold this time. Getting behind your back and slowly putting his arms at your waist and pulling you to his chest as he breathed in the scent of you and your hair had let out a quiet exhale.

"How did I of all people deserved someone so understanding as you..? My angel."

He would only do this when you werent conscious. This way you couldn't saw how much effect you had on the most fearful and dangerous villains of Japan. A gangster. A killer.

Yet you were there... as always.

Hee could only promise he would try to be a better man, give a world cured off the diseaces for you to live.... After all, that was the minimun he could do after what you did and still do for him.

Poor man doesn't even know you were awake the whole time. He was about to live hell tommorow.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha villains x readee #bnha fangiction #zuffer writings

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afterthelastreset · 3 years

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch14 A Little Offer P4

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church)

The time it took Seam to get behind the counter and peer into the bedroom, face slightly concerned, Rouxls was already backed up against the wall with a wide eyed look. The worm looked as pale as paper, and he soon discovered why when a very wide smiling floating imp turned in his direction to smile at him. Upon seeing the cat, he released another stream of giggles and sat himself rightside up in a crosslegged position, his expression regarding him with amused curiousity.

"Why hello, hello Seam! What brings me to this little encounter, encounter?" He turned back to Rouxls who flinched.

Seam sighed before reaching a paw up to rub his temples. "Did you really have to spook our guest....again?"

The imp shrugged and turned back to the still frozen worm who visibly gulped and made an attempt at a smile. ....Huh. Funny. He always seemed to do that when he was visibly stressed, reflex maybe? But right now he looked very uncomfortable, even more so now that a love struck Jevil had popped up suddenly beside him. The insolent little pest was staring up at him with clear joy in those pink eyes of his. He uncomfortablely shifted a bit but froze when Jevil let off another stream of high pitched giggles and a clawed hand reached out as if to grab his face, Rouxls"s pupils shrank a little more at the sight of those sharp digits coming towards his face, but at the last moment he rose it a bit higher and moved one of the stray strands of white hair away from his face with a purr.

"Now what has encouraged, encouraged the duke to come all the way out here,here-" He took a moment to trace his eyes up and down studying the duke's less formal outfit covered in dust and dirt alike. Causing Rouxls to grimace at the notion of it. "....And in such dull attire? Have you decided to take up residence, resi-DENCE-"

In one moment the personal bubble popping pest was yanked away by a giant paw and was replaced by the beautiful sight of Seam holding up the little imp with a done look. Luckily a few feet away. He sighed in relief at that, a feeling of calm coming over him. Nevermind the thumping of his soul from the brief touch. J "...N-nay. NAY!" Both turned to look at the still flustered worm as he cleared his throat and slowly pried himself off the wall and attempted to pull himself together from the earlier scare. He turned his eyes away from the prying gaze of Jevil and instead opted to picking up the things he dropped all over the floor. " I-I amst just here t-to help cleaneth thine home for Measly darke dollars. N-Not to seeth thou or a-anything of the sort."

More giggling. "Really, really? How quaint. ...It's not a part of a game plan, plan would it Seam,Seam?" Jevil turned his gaze to the giant cat holding him with an almost challenging tone, narrowing his eyes.

Seam in turn chuckled. "Now do you think I would do something like that? I merely wanted some help in cleansing my home. Is that so wrong?"

"Hehe. I wonder..."

His attention went back to Rouxls who had walked away from them and inspected a hole in the wall about level with his head. If he wasn't mistaken that was the same secret space Mak made their home in but he could be wrong. He noticed Rouxls was now leaning down to inspect the inside of the fireplace-

"Now what might you be doing, doing this time?"

Rouxls groaned in response. "I amst finishing thine job and then leaving!" His voice echoed a bit within the fireplace, his blue face scrunched up in thought. It seemed he was trying to go about this.

A thought suddenly came to the imp as his face relit with joy. After some wriggling on his part, his body broke free of Seam's hold and his body once again floated up in the air, this time casually floating over to the busied worm as Seam watched amused. It seemed Jevil wanted to move one of his pieces after suspecting his own move. He chuckled at that, game on then. Let's see how this turned out. Rouxls mumbled something to himself as he reached over to his bucket of cleaning tools before picking up a feather duster-

"Would you like to see a trick, trick?"

Rouxls flinched And looked up to the smiling face of Jevil looking upside down at him. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, eyeing his form. "....Is this some kind of trickery? "

"Oh. Nothing bad, bad. I promise.~"

His expression became even more reluctant at him, but eventually after a pause he responded with, "What tis is?"

Jevil giggled, quickly snapped back up into a cross legged position, and held up his hand. For a moment Rouxls thought he was going to summon something- Oh good lorde please no heart attacks!- but then a familiar snap of his fingers sounded out. All three of them awaited for.....something? But nothing came.

"...Waseth that supposed to impress mineself?"

"Its coming."

"Pah! Likest i really can be fooled into thine schemes." He turned back to the fireplace raising the duster with an eye roll. "How foolish doth thou thinkest I a-"

The duster stopped about two inches away from the smoke hole. ....What was..that noise? A low rumbling sound had come from the inside of the hole, it sounded like the rumbling pipes within the castle walls but what would water pipes be doing inside a fireplace? The worm blinked and tiled his head further into the fireplace to look up the hole.

"Uh...Rouxls." Seam gave a concerned look. "Perhaps you shouldn't be so close?"

He didnt listen."whonst thee-?"

An explosion went off.

In one split second a cloud of black smoke engulfed the duke and poured into the air like fog. The smell of ashes and smoke filled his airways and the sting his lungs felt was absolutely horried! Tears wepted from his eyes as the sting found them too. Rouxls threw himself from the smoke and stumbled to his feet, stumbling around like a blind man coughing and holding his arms out. Pretty sure he hit a wall or something on the way out but he didnt care. He practically collapsed onto the black ground. Seam and Jevil werent too far behind and stumbled out behind him. Thankfully Seam wasn't covered in too much soot from the explosion, but Jevil and Rouxls on the other hand- It took the old cat a couple minutes of swaying and coughing until it felt like cotten was burning through his skin, before he was finally able to open his good eye and start regular breathing somewhat. He blinked over his shoulder at Jevil who was wiping his face with the cape on his back and groaning. After a couple seconds he looked up to meet Seam and also blinked.

"Well that did not go well,well."

"You think?"

He shrugged. "Where is Rouxls, Rou- "

He was soon answered when something came colliding into him. Seam bunched up from the sudden movement as Jevil crashed to the ground with a loud "OH!!" , where he was floating was replaced by a very angry black worm. Rouxls was covered head to mid leg with black soot and held an equally dirty broom in his hands. He glared daggers at the confused looking imp as Jevil got up with a groan and sorta froze at the sight too.

"YOU INSOLENT INSUFFERABLE LITTLE WORM!!" he bellowed voice cracking. Jevil visibly flinched at the clear change in the duke. Seam stared also, he guessed all the stress the duke was feeling was finally coming out in one big ashy mess. He raised the broom higher in a threatening way. "ART THOU EVER GOING TO LEAVE MINE LIFE?! YOU...YOU..GAH!"

Jevil yelped when the duke charged at him swinging the broom around like a soilder with a sword in battle. He barely managed to leap in the air when the bristled weapon was swung down onto the ground. Rouxls proceeded to start chasing around a floating Jevil whilst continuing to shout curses and screams at him. Seam watched for a little while before groaning and again reaching up to rub his head. Well this was just great. He didn't notice the small child coming up beside him, their armful of stolen diamonds from a familiar worm's shop. They stopped and stared at the sight of the two before blinking back up at the giant cat.

"What are they doing?"

Seam groaned. "Jevil is learning the true meaning of tough love."

They blinked. "Oh.....I put new shinies away."

"Yes. You do that."

He didnt see the child walk past them and into the sheap as he was a little busy trying to figure out what to do about the situation. The two were still doing a round about while Rouxls was still cursing up a storm at Jevil. Just when he was about to step in a scream that wasnt Rouxls came from the sheap. It got the two to stop fighting long enough to turn and see a small angry child open the flap of the sheap.

"WHO STOLE MY SHINIES!?"

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appleslices · 5 years

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watchmen isnt good listen i think i read a good fifteen pages of it? and in those first fifteen pages i can already tell u: rorsach is an INSUFFERABLE pov character. just really hate the tone of his voice. also antisemetic, misogynistic, and homophobic comments literally already made in the first 15 ish pages and tbh! didnt care enough to find out abt the mystery or whatever. u wanna argue that it was interesting at the time bc the tone of hero comics werent anything like that? fine. but its 2019 NOW and NOW that comic is like dozens of other Gritty Dark comics and im just Not interested. Snorefest. no thank u.

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adambstingus · 6 years

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Every Halloween, I Have A Story I Like To Tell

I liked Ben, I really did. I mean, he was a nice guy. We had some fun times together in college, messing around the dorm, going to parties, all the dumb shit that college guys do. He was cool and all, but he was a little pretentious. Well, I guess the word he used was artistic. He thought he was real smart, spent a lot of time trying to prove it to everyone. He had his own blog developed to film critiques not the big ones, though. Just little indie productions because nothing else was worth his time. When he got like that, he could be pretty insufferable.

Perhaps the most annoying thing that he did was performance art.

Now, I dont wanna be the guy who says that all performance art is dumb. But yeah, no, all performance art is dumb. Oh, look, youre on display painting a picture of Jesus from your own urine, how original and edgy! Maybe Im a little jaded, but it always seemed so contrived to me. Unfortunately, Ben really loved it. He thought there was something beautiful in art that was physically living and he devoted an embarrassing amount of time to it.

Anyway, I hung out with Ben a few times after college, but we mostly just met up to do some heavy drinking and maybe hit a strip club or two. He considered THAT performance art as well, which was just fine with me, it gave me an excuse to waste some ones. Since we didnt hang out very often, I had a bad feeling when he contacted me about a month before last Halloween.

He called me up at about seven in the morning on a Saturday, which is too early to even consider waking up, in my opinion. I answered in a daze and he started running his mouth like crazy, as though afraid that, if he didnt get it all out at once, he never would.

Mike, hey, Mikey, listen, buddy, I need your help, okay? Okay, okay, Ive got this idea for a performance and, well, its going to be , you know? So good! Its going down on Halloween. Can you come help? Look, Ill even pay you, man. Fifty dollars. So how bout it?

Now, Ive never cared much about Halloween one way or the other, and Im a pretty easy guy. Fifty dollars to probably just sit there and run a fog machine or some bullshit? For the right price, I could even pretend that I wanted to be there. Besides, what else are friends for?

A few days later, he gave me the details. To be honest, I was a little shocked when he sent the email. I know that performance art is intended to be edgy and can sometimes get a little dangerous, but this seemed downright negligent.

Mike:

Thanks for agreeing to do this for me! Ive talked to a few other people, but they werent really comfortable with it, for reasons youll probably be able to figure out. Of course, I understand if you want to back out, but I think you are probably the most reliable person I know. Its really not that big of a deal, Im sure youll agree.

As Im sure youve noticed, vampires have become very prominent in the media as of late. I say vampires because they are beginning to deviate so wildly from the traditional myths that they resemble forest fairies more than anything else. Altruistic? Sparkly? Whiny? Give me a break. We need more Dracula! We need more Carmilla! We need more death, destruction, and blood!

My performance will center on the theme of rebirthing the vampire. For the vampire to be reborn, he must first be buried. To turn peoples attentions back to the myths of old, I will be doing just that: I will be burying the vampire.

I have a group of viewers signed up already to participate in the performance, so you dont need to worry about that. Im going to plant a series of vampire-themed clues around town for them to follow. The clues should be pretty simple, and it will probably take no more than an hour to an hour-and-a-half for them to find me.

Here comes the somewhat controversial part. Essentially, for this performance to have any semblance of meaning, I need to be buried alive. Dont worry, its perfectly safe: I have a buddy from back home who is building me a coffin with a hole in the top. Ill be fixing it with a pipe that will stick an inch or two above the ground. That way, I wont run out of air. Ill also have a few necessities in the coffin in case something happens: food, water, and a flashlight.

Once they arrive at my grave which will be completely vampirized they will be provided with an array of shovels and will bring me back to life, a reincarnation of the true mythological history of vampires.

Here is where you come in. I need you to bury me. In addition, I need you to be my safety net: if they cant find me, if something goes wrong, if I become sick, I need you to be the one to get me out or call the police, if necessary. Ill also need you to decorate my grave, make it really creepy dont worry, Ill send you some blueprints.

I know this is a little stressful and it may take some time for you to decide, but, rest assured, this is a completely safe project. Theres no danger of suffocation and the coffin is sturdy, so its very unlikely that it will collapse. I really just need you there for support and the actual hard work of burying me.

What do you say? Id even be willing to up your pay to a hundred dollars, if thats what you need.

Let me know!

RIP,

Ben

I stared at my screen for a few minutes, completely dumbfounded.

Once I cut through all the bullshit about art and vampires and rebirth, what it came down to was death.

This guy actually wanted me to almost kill him.

I mean, sure, it probably WAS safe. But my mind went over the plan slowly. What if I couldnt get him out in time? One shovel and a pit of dirt wouldnt be a fast job. Furthermore, what if something happened to me?

Before making a decision, I sent him another email asking if he was really sure he was up for this. Of course he knew, he said. And then he said something that would always stick with me.

Art must be a little dangerous, my friend, for it to be real.

A month later, I found myself standing at the foot of a grave. It was six feet deep and perfectly rectangular. Sitting at the bottom was a tapered coffin covered with black lacquer, a white skull painted on the top. In the eye of the skull was a hole just big enough for the PVC pipe. Stenciled underneath was a line from Dracula: Denn die Todten reiten schnell.

I stood there like an idiot, waiting for Ben to show up.

In the end, Id decided to go along with his stupid gig. Ben was a stubborn bastard, and if I didnt help him, someone else would. At least, thats the justification I gave myself. But the real reason was that, deep inside my heart, his words were still echoing.

Id ended up doing a little more work than I had intended. For one, I had to place his stupid clues around the city. It wasnt hard work, but it took some time to get them all in the proper places. Luckily for Ben, they were pretty obvious clues. There was no need to worry that his participants would be unable to find him.

Ben had set up the grave and the coffin a few days prior to Halloween. It was out in the woods just on the outskirts of town, no chance of it being disturbed. Id tried to talk him out of burying it the whole six feet down.

If something happens and I need to get you out fast, what will I do? Cant you put it closer to the surface?

Ben had just shaken his head in exasperation. You just dont get it, do you? It has to be done right. Remember what I told you.

So I shrugged and let him mess around with whatever dumbassery would get him off.

I was just beginning to wonder if I should have brought more beer this promised to be a long night when Ben showed up.

I had to restrain my laughter when I saw his getup. A cheap Dracula costume from Wal-mart had never looked so pathetic, especially when topped off with those cheap plastic fangs. Hed greased his hair back and painted on a widows peak.

I couldnt resist. Wow, seriously, dude?

He gave me a stern look. Its a comment on the commercialization of vampires and horror as we know it today. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a walkie talkie. Here, take one. The range isnt very far, but my cell phone wont work that far underground. Youll have to stay nearby. Let me know if youre going out of range.

I shrugged and took it. Okay, but you brought your cell just in case, right?

Nah, what good will it do if it doesnt work?

This guys batshit insane, I thought. But he handed me the hundred dollars and, suddenly, it didnt seem to matter anymore.

I helped him into the coffin and shut the lid. He seemed pretty calm if it were me, I knew Id be having a panic attack. I fit the PVC pipe into the hole. It slid in perfectly snug. I climbed out of the coffin and grabbed my shovel, taking one last look at the shiny black peeking out from the dirt.

With a resigned shrug, I started to shovel in the dirt. Okay, well, he asked for this, I thought.

It took almost a full hour to get all the dirt piled in. The PVC pipe was just barely visible over the grave. I piled the earth around it to hide it as well as I could. Then, I set up the rest of the grave: a hideously gothic headstone made of Styrofoam, and cheap Wal-mart flowers. Once it was finally finished, I sat back against a tree and waited.

There was an awful lot of waiting to be done.

Three hours later, his participants still hadnt come.

Hed buzzed in on the walkie talkie a few times, asking if theyd shown up. I continually answered in the negative, wondering how long hed be willing to keep up this charade. He must be getting worried, I thought, staring at my watch. It was already 10 pm and not a soul to be seen.

Hey, Mike? Something must have happened, I dont think theyre coming. Can you get me out of here? Bens voice crackled and faded in and out of the static fuzz. I took another swig of my beer and heaved a sigh.

Of course they werent coming. They were frantically searching for the last clue. My hand crept into my pocket as I felt it folded there, the creases poking at the soft flesh of my palm.

Mike? Are you there? Did you go out of range?

I turned the walkie talkie off. I didnt need it anymore, anyway. Carefully, I picked up a handful of disturbed earth from the top of the makeshift grave. I poured it down the pipe and listened.

I heard the muffled exclamation, the series of expletives. I thought I could hear a thumping sound he must be hitting the top of the coffin. I smiled a little to myself as I poured some more dirt in through the pipe.

Bens struggles got louder and I felt a certain heat rising up in me. Oh, I knew it could be good, but I didnt know it could be good. This was incredible. This was perfect. This was .

Eventually, I grew bored of shoving the earth down into the coffin. I could hear Bens screaming and sobbing reverberating up the pipe. I yanked a handkerchief out of my back pocket and stuffed it inside. I made sure to plug it up good and tight.

It would only be a matter of time, now. Assuming he could regulate his breathing, he could possibly have a few hours. But I knew he was panicking. And that would simply serve to shorten his time.

The pounding grew weaker as I finished my beer. Once I was certain there was no saving him, I went to finish my work.

Ben was right everything really did go off without a hitch. I dont know what I was so worried about.

Id gone to find his lost sheep, the wayward participants who were scrambling in frustration for the last clue. I scolded them for making us wait so long, acted the part of the reluctant friend indulging his lunatic companion. I took them out to the grave. It was now past midnight.

They sat hushed as I gave the stupid speech that Ben had prepared for me. Everything seemed normal Id made sure to stow the rag before anyone could see it.

Friends, foes, and everyone in between. Tonight we gather to resurrect the ancient horror that has plagued mankind for centuries. Its tale, once a gruesome epic of blood and seduction, has become nothing more than commercialized fodder as society has aged. Now, the time has come for the phoenix to burn and rise again. So, too, shall the blood-soaked visage of the vampire! My voice resonated throughout the woods, and the morons in attendance clapped as they all reached for their shovels.

We dug him up in about half an hour. It was much faster work with his host of suckers. It was good that we reached the coffin quickly, because I could barely contain my excitement.

Two of the men opened the coffin and screamed. The women leaned in over the grave to peek as well, full of expectancy. There was something dreadful about the scene, to be sure.

Bens face had gone gray, sprayed over with a few specs of dirt. His hands were bloody, his fingernails pried off. Deep scratches decorated the top of the lid. The men who had opened his tomb dragged him out in a panic, unsure if this was part of the performance or not. A few moments of silent listening at his chest produced no heartbeat. The proclamation was definitive: he was dead.

They screamed. They called the police. They alternatively looked at his body and shielded themselves from its horror, enraptured yet struggling.

They ignored me.

But that was fine. It was fine because they were admiring my work, the work of the artist. Finally, I had been given this opportunity to prove my worth. Finally, I had found my sacrificial lamb. And it had been a rousing success. The heat raging in my body affirmed that much. I didnt even care if I was caught, so long as I could have this moment to hold for the rest of my life.

Ben was right. I should have known a man of principle never lies. And I owe him a debt of gratitude, for realizing the artist within me.

Art must be a little dangerous for it to be real.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/every-halloween-i-have-a-story-i-like-to-tell/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/172357360662

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