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dark-side-blog3 · 11 months

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I read all the yandere Deuce spade stuff I could find, and its his birthday (at least it was when I was still writing this-- I’ve overshot by five minutes by the time I post this). So naturally, I wrote out my head-canons about Deuce as a yandere!

Character is aged up to 18

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- Deuce Spade gets a bad rap as being nothing more than a dumb himbo who means well. And sure, thinking of his feet while staying in the confines of being a good person is hard. He’s trying to completely overhaul his old personality. Deuce used to be the leader of a gang of over 30 guys, when he was only fourteen years old. You don’t get to that level of power without knowing the basic fundamentals of diplomacy: Know how to get people to let down their guard, and know how to strike hard before they get the chance to retaliate.

- Deuce knows how to lure people around him into a false sense of security. No spoilers, but a Halloween event card shows him displaying this tactic to the letter.

- And when they’re out of earshot of immediate help, he strikes. Its hard, fast, and he always makes sure to stop when they’ve got it pounded in their skulls that he could do way worse the next time they piss him off.

- Deuce does try to limit his beatdowns, now that he’s in a good school, and he’s allowed a fresh start.

- But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t feel tempted to take some people into a stairwell, or out behind the school if they’re a threat to his goals. And Deuce does take the safety of those close to him seriously.

- He’s not necessarily overprotective, so much as he is just protective. He could be way more intense-- some students in NRC really outshine him when it comes to frantic panicking over their darlings health.

- That said, if you’re lucky enough to be considered Deuces darling, you don’t have to worry about him hurting you. Much. Maybe a few smacks upside the head when you make him worry needlessly. Or accidentally crushing your leg with a cauldron.

- He’s definitely a softer yandere in that respect... No intentional harm or sadism directed at you.

- Deuce wouldn’t force himself on you-- which, in his mind, isn’t as much of a morally reprehensible action as it is... Unnecessary. He won’t sleep with you if you don’t want to, he won’t kiss you if he doesn’t check first that you want to, and Deuce wouldn’t even cozy up to you on the same piece of furniture unless you dropped hints over and over just so he could make sure you actually wanted to.

- Rape isn’t about intimacy, its about using intimate acts as a tool for violence. Deuce knows that. He’s not a fan.

- So. Deuce Spade is kinda nice, right? Not a violent asshole to his darling, he’s protective, he respects some boundaries... What’s the catch?

- Deuce strikes me as a possessive yandere. He does love you, but his love for you is ultimately focused on himself. He wants the perfect life, a total 180 from his old self. And having a loving partner he white-knights against the horrors of a new world against is a total difference from the delinquent gang leader who would mug anyone weaker than him.

- Your desires, beyond the basic respect of your physical body, are irrelevant. Anything you want can be negotiated down to something he wants too. There is nothing that should be more important to you than him. The future he can work provide you. He’s going to work hard enough to support you. So trying to find ways to be, or stay independent aren’t going to fly for him.

- How are you going to be part of his future if you have a way to leave? If you have a life in another world you want to run back to? And a world that he’s not equipped to support you in-- All of his schooling is based on magic, something you don’t have in your world. All the history he knows is wrong. Basic science is wrong. Deuce may not be the best student, but if he got dragged to your world, he would be utterly fucked. He couldn’t support you, and you might be able to leave him behind.

- Deuce knows he can’t ever completely replace the ache of missing your home... But he can help you make new memories, a new home.

- You can’t leave him. Deuce can’t let you.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce #my writing!#yandere headcanons

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cringenamehere · 1 year

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Hoooo boy so much to unpack

It was nice to hear Pyrrha's voice again for one

God that beatdown on Ruby was brutal btw

Ruby finally succumbed to the voices and literally got engulfed the caterpillar

Neo killed Little like holy fuck Neo chill!

After Ruby's thingy Neo was numb, she wanted revenge and ahe finally got it. Possibly a Neo redemption in the future?

Fuck you Curious Cat

That body horror was really well done and I loved that part

Even though Neo gets possessed and used as a vessel and we still feel bad for her after she did all of that

What a fucking episode

AND I HAVE TO WATCH THE OWL HOUSE FINALE LATER!!

#rwby #rwby vol9 #rwby spoilers #the owl house #tw suicide mention #rwby curious cat #rwby ruby #rwby neo #neopolitan #rwby little

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callunavulgari · 5 months

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Scrapbook 2023 | Pt IV

NGL, a little heated that Tumblr's new editing bullshit has made it so I can't save more than a month at a time, so I guess I'll have monthly ones from now on.

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 65 books, finish 4 video games, write more than 20 fics or something larger than 20k, and expand on your original novel outline to the point that you START WRITING.

Past Years

MOVIES

November

(Interstellar)

(Lotr: Fellowship)

(The Birdcage)

December

No Hard Feelings

The Muppet Christmas Carol

(Love Actually)

(Lotr: Fellowship)

Saltburn

(Everything Everywhere All At Once)

TV SHOWS

November

Loki, s2

Scavengers Reign s1

All the Light We Cannot See

December

Yu Yu Hakusho - Live Action

One Piece - Live Action

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

What If, s2

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

November

Watcher: Ghost Files

Watcher: Ghost Files Debrief

Watcher Podcast

Watcher: Food Files

Claire Saffitz Cooks

Gino's Italian Escape

Top 5 Beatdown

Inga Lam

December

Beryl!

Watcher: Too Many Spirits

Kimi

Imamu Room

BOOKS

November

How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix [Fin]

The Foxglove King by Hannah Whitten [Fin]

(A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab)

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske [Fin]

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros [Fin]

The Weaver and the Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec [Fin]

December

(A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab) [Fin]

The Only One Left by Riley Sager [Fin]

(A Gathering of Shadows by VE Schwab) [Fin]

(A Conjuring of Light by VE Schwab) [Fin]

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin [Fin]

All Systems Red by Martha Wells [Fin]

Artificial Condition by Martha Wells [Fin]

Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells [Fin]

Exit Strategy by Martha Wells [Fin]

Starling House by Alix Harrow [Fin]

Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia [Fin]

Network Effect by Martha Wells [Fin]

PODCASTS

November

Watcher Podcast

December

Watcher Podcast

VIDEO GAMES

November

Baldur’s Gate 3

Hollow Knight

LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom

December

LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom

(Ghosts of Tsushima)

POSTED FIC

November

for years or for hours | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,677 words | “What the shit are you doing?” Mobius hisses, and Loki— Loki is tired.

touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2220 words | “God,” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s mouth. “You look— I cannot deal with how you look right now.”

December

these, our bodies, possessed by light | Shades of Magic | Holland/Kell/Lila, Athos/Holland | 2,134 words | Holland tells her simply. “I want to go home.”

this house says your name like an elegy | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 6768 words | “Good night, ghost,” he says. “We can play tomorrow.”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

November

Eddie/Steve - Rocky Horror

Yuletide

December

N/A

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

November

Holland Playlist - Lost

December

N/A

DELIGHTFUL FIC

November

The Water's Edge by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2k | In which Steve takes a walk in the rain, sees something he's not supposed to and has some thoughts he didn't expect.

The Shortest Straw by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4k | In which Steve gets to indulge in a bit of roughhousing with a friend and realizes how much he'd missed it.

Manacled by senlinyu | HP | Hermione/Draco | 370k | Harry Potter is dead.

Extra Fresh Cherry Flavor by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | The cold, dry weather is not kind to Eddie's mouth, if only someone could offer a little help.

Faith, Faith, Faith by avocadomoon | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 21k | "Is there literally anywhere in the world you haven't been? Jesus fuck," Stiles said.

Crocodile Jock by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4k | When in doubt, Eddie figures you can never go wrong with a classic.

some version of you (that I might not have, but I did not lose) by PinkCanary | Loki | Loki/Sylvie | 4k | Mobius offers her the bedroom, but she insists on the couch.

come back. even as a shadow, even as a dream. by harleygirl2648 | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 6k | Dreams don’t happen in the TVA.

the earth from a distance by spqr | HP | Draco/Harry | 16k | “Really,” Malfoy drawled. “We’re stuck in the 16th century, with no idea how we got here or how we might go about getting back – pray tell, Potter, how could this situation possibly be worse?”

Five Stars by Dira Sudis (dsudis) | The Sandman | Dream/Hob | 3k | Robert G. who brings the groceries is one of the most-texted numbers in Dream's phone. This will surely never cause any problems.

A Sign of The Morning by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 86k | Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is cut off from Hawkins yet again. Steve is trying to go back to normal, whatever that is. He's also trying to figure out exactly how Eddie Munson has managed to fit so easily into his life.

(meet me tonight in atlantic city) by greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 20k | Ten years on, in a town in Nova Scotia, on the edge of the Atlantic, Eddie finds Steve again, and also maybe himself.

Desperate Measures by Asidian | BG3 | Astarion/Karlach | 7k | "I think Scratch is coming down with something," says Karlach the next morning, and Astarion, who's in the midst of packing up for the day's travel, drops the pillow he's attempting to make space for.

Eye Of The Beholder by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 22k | Eddie works himself up to ask Steve if he can borrow his instant camera, because the type of pictures he wants to take are…not the kind he can get developed in town.

In Our Blood by secretsalex | HP | Harry/Draco | 38k | Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

Terminus by RC_McLachlan | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 4k | "Keep me here," he begs against Mobius's lips. "You must keep me here."

What Made Milwaukee Famous by synthetica | Danny Phantom | Danny/Vlad | 31k | Ten years after establishing a tenuous truce, Danny crash-lands at Vlad's Milwaukee lakehouse with a particularly nasty wound, three days recovery time, and absolutely nothing to do but talk to his long-lost archnemesis.

December

then now and always by raisesomehale | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 14k | Stiles is stuck in the fucking snow in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere at night with a broken down car three days before Christmas, and the nearest tow truck company—over fifty miles away—doesn’t open until morning.

many times, many ways by spqr | Suits | Mike/Harvey | 15k | Soulmates are something that other people worry about, normal people, the masses, like marriage and kids and mortgages in the suburbs, and besides, Harvey’s not the sort of person who wants a life partner.

Damage Control by entanglednow | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 3k | When their meeting is unexpectedly interrupted by angels, Aziraphale and Crowley have very little time to do damage control.

the summer of '85 by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 20k | “Fuck The Man, Harrington. Gimme a taste.”

Handle Me with Care (I'm So Tired of Being Lonely) by thesurefireway | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 8k | “I’m a virgin.” Eddie figure’s he’ll just drop one unexpected revelation on Steve for now. He can only expose so many squishy, vulnerable parts of himself at a time.

Strawberry Fields by ParadimeShifts | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 19k | “No,” Steve had said three days prior. “Literally anyone else.”

i don't ask much (i just want you) by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 8k | "The fuck are you doing, Harrington?"

Deadwinter Warmth by Asidian | BG3 | Astarion/Karlach/Wyll | 4k | In the noble houses, Midwinter is a time of alliances, and Astarion knows better than anyone what that means.

Blood in the Snow by linaerys | Crimson Peak | Lucille/Thomas | 5k | Before the house, there was the earth, and the blood.

you gave up all the golden factories by evewithanapple | Anastasia | Anya/Dimitri | 3k | Two Petersburg childhoods.

A Private Room by 20thcenturyvole | The Goblin Emperor | Csethiro/Maia | 5k | One morning in late summer, ten months into the reign of Edrehasivar VII and four months into his marriage, the Emperor was apprised of a scandal brewing in his court when his wife upended her teacup at breakfast.

unintended consequence by itsmylifekay | One Piece | Zoro/Sanji | 8k | Imagine person A making person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off.

our lady of zapovednik by magneticwave | Shadow and Bone | Darkling/Alina | 24k | Alina Oretsev owns a bookshop in a neighborhood in Os Alta that is escaping gentrification by the skin of its teeth and the sweat of its most notorious occupants, the Dregs.

just me against the sky by magneticwave | DC | Tim/Jason | 49k | Tim Drake stops stalking Gotham’s nocturnal wildlife when she goes to college. Unfortunately, they don’t return the favor.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

November

Loki | God of The Multiverse

THE LAST OF US | Ellie Williams

Loki & Sylvie || Running Up That Hill (+2x06)

Spider-Gwen

The Beginning of the end. [COLLAB]

Loki || Glorious Purpose (God of Stories)

December

LOKI & SYLVIE | DYNASTY

Loki | The God of Stories

MARVEL || Believe in Me ft. Armanni Reign

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

November

Now and Then - The Beatles

What Happens Tomorrow - Duran Duran

Vois sur ton chemin - BENNETT

could have been me - the struts

freya - christian reindl

history is now - natalie holt

purpose is glorious - natalie holt

have yourself a merry little christmas - mother mother

ice storm - lindsey stirling

December

my goodbye - jorge rivera-herrans

thus always to the tyrants - the oh hellos

a child's shadow - jessica curry

the power - borislav slavov

i believe - christina perry

dj play a christmas song- cher

paint it black - wednesday addams

my sails are set - sonya belousova

#heather says what #scrapbook #2023 #heather writes #recommendations

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 6 months

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||The mokkori's punishment and lesson 3: Within horror's grasp||

*Waving* Hi. Just writing a silly little addition drabble for a friend but it seems we are continuing with this one now. So, lets see what this story takes place for our friends hmm?

IF you wanna read the first two lessons they are under here:

Lesson one

Lesson two

||Drabble Summary||

Mineta has gone mission so the six claws are looking for him along with some help. However, what would happen when he was curious of the other fractions outside of New York that involves the horror members? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Beatdown will happen later or in between

~scary girl moments will happen and boy scary moments too.

((~Guests in Drabble~))

The lovely horrors belong to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths who is also the owner of the side blog @lovelyxhorrors

Willie Watt belongs to and is from Batman beyond but also me due to rping him as a muse

Some of the boys along with the girls in the fractions like The Lupins, The Demon Elite Anthem, The Upstander Campagin, Knights of Darkness, Daichi, and Demon Blood Tears belong to my friend

While The cursed vixens, Shallow Butterflies, The season demon warriors, The Elemental Phoenix feathers, and The Dark Eclipse nightshades of both boys and girls belong to me. A few of the A-1 class members are guests but I do rp as a few of them.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Damn it! Where the hell is that little idiot!? He couldn't have gotten far!" Bakugo was annoyed with the other six claws looking around since Mineta got away from them. However, they were still looking all through New York with no luck.

Even the fractions haven't seen him which was odd.

"Calm down Bakugo, I'm sure we will find him." Ren said in a calm town even with Rin having azure flames around his body. Yeah, they were all not happy finding out what he did to Ink but they just had to look for him.

"Even so, we need to find him before he does something else! Just keep looking!" Denji said as they did just that. Though, now everyone was asking the same question:

Where the heck did Mineta go?

~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~

"Alright Matt that should do it for now. Everything is done and the night has gotten a lot longer." Sid, or the horror of the ghost, speaks to him seeing everyone was getting ready for bed. After a mission complete.

"Yeah, true. That was a fun night! Maybe we can go hunting again later the next night or something a bit better I think." Matt thinks to scratch his chin even seeing Pete sigh with Yumeno kyusaku sitting by him while hugging his doll Bennett. "Yeah it was!! I Hope we can do it again!" he said with Pete even petting his head.

"Maybe in the future we might. Though, it is getting late so we should just head to sleep or head home." Cobin sighed to push up his glasses.

"True, maybe we can just take this time to chill as most would say." Charlie agreed so they were heading back home now or just showing up getting inside to wash up and head to bed. However, they were not expecting a guest this night. Later on, everyone was already relaxed now or some taking showers and things.

For one, Sid was just done taking a shower but was walking out in a towel to check the time. "Hmmmm, I might have some time to do some light reading before bed...or maybe a light snack." she mutters already having her clothes set out for bed while she was drying herself to get ready for bed.

As she was going to get some pjs, she goes to get some other clothes but looks inside. She noticed a few of her panties and bras went missing. "Huh? That's strange. I could have sworn I had them in here." she mutters confused but she didn't see someone sneaking out of her room with a arm full of them with a perv like smile.

'Wow, so these are the famous horror of the ghosts panties..so soft. Even the bras fit just right.' the voice said smiling but goes to check another room. He looks seeing it was empty to be Charlie's room. It seems she was downstairs getting something but the other sneaking in goes to check seeing the motherload of undies and panties.

"Ohhhh even cuter. Their so soft and smells like flowers...I thought the horrors would be different." the other said with a smile now taking a few bras and panties to hide in a bag before going off to the last one that was Shrika. He already hit Ashley's own but he was excited to find the last one.

~~~~~~Downstairs~~~~~~~

"Oh come on! Your still mad about that!? I said I was sorry!" Cobin looks to Pete who was eating something but making sure his little brother eats.

"Uh huh, says the same one that tends to get in trouble or cause trouble during our hunts." Pete grumbled but Matt sighed seeing Lex eating quietly to himself.

"Guys guys come on, we are trying to chill for tonight. Can't you not argue about it right now?" Matt said looking to the guys but both Cobin and Pete glares at one another even hearing snickering from Jason.

"You guys are idiots at times you know. Though, at least I'm not in trouble for once!" he laughed only for Cobin to smack him upside the head. "OW! The fuck was that for?!"

"For you being too loud!" he barks back but Matt sweatdrops seeing the two shouting or arguing with one another. Yeah, just another night it seems. Yumeno just keeps eating by his big brother who was shaking his head now. While this is going on, Matt heard someone coming down to see Sid but she was quiet.

"Hey Sid! We just got dinner! Theirs plenty to eat if your hungry." he said.

"I will but just one thing...." she said but Matt blinks to stop the guys arguing.

"Huh? What's up?" he asked.

"I believe we have a thief in the building. Somehow, some of my clothing has gone missing." she said but Jason, Cobin, and Lex was confused hearing this.

"A thief? Who the heck would steal-"

"I don't know...but whoever it is I will be sure to find out who. They sneaked into my room and stole some of my clothing." she said simply.

"Uh huh.."

"Geez, who the hell would even do that??" Jason said confused.

"I don't know.." Cobin said with Lex confused.

"That explains a bit. Did you three-"

"Huh?! NO! Why would I even steal anything from you Sid?! I'm not that stupid!" Jason looks at her confused.

"Same. I'm not that low to do that.." Cobin said.

"Not me either. I was with my little brother and he knows I wouldn't." Pete said. Sid knew Matt wouldn't do that either so what was going on.

"Sid!!!" She heard another voice seeing Charlie now but she sounded upset.

"Charlie? What's the matter?"

"Someone stole my clothing! I was just about to change after washing up and saw a few of my clothes were stolen!" she said.

"........"

"Okay, that's weird. Just what the hell is going on?" Jason said but Matt thinks to wonder himself.

"Seems we got a thief here. Sid, where is Shrika and Willie?" he asked.

"They should be still upstairs I believe.." she said but as Matt was thinking, the lovely horrors seeing Willie coming out of the kitchen with some food carrying two plates for them.

"Willie!" Jason calls out to her to make him stop.

"Uhhhh what?"

"Did you know about a thief in the house!?" he said.

"......No? I didn't even notice that. Why? Were your followers trying to steal something and try putting the blame on me?" he said even seeing Jason glare.

"What?! NO! they know better than to steal from anyone! What about your pack or to say Shrika's pack!?" he said. "Did Shrika tell them to do some prank!?" He said.

"..I'm not a thief and none of the followers did any stupid prank. I don't steal anything from you or the others since I know better. Besides, what is this about a thief?" he asked having no clue but he didn't like Jason accusing him of things.

"...So you have no idea someone stole me and Charlie's clothing?" Sid said this to the male, making him more confused.

"No? I have no idea a thief was in the house! And what do you mean steal?" he said. Now the horrors were confused. "Besides, I was just returning upstairs to my mistress since she asked for some food.

"Okay...so if you didn't do anything....and your here, then who.." That's when a crash noise was heard making everyone look up along with a angry shout.

"The hell was that?"Cobin said looking up.

"Someone is upstairs! Who the hell is that!?" Jason said but it was time to figure it out as everyone runs upstairs since it sounded like it came from Shrika's room.

Upstairs, everyone got there but seeing some light but a panicked voice showing someone was here!

"OH COME ON!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR SO BEAUTIFUL-GAH! NO STOP TRYING TO STAB ME!!"

"Who the hell is that!?" the other horrors hurried along now wondering who this thief was, running to Shrika's bedroom. When they got to her room, their eyes widen at the sight. It was a total mess but it did show Shrika throwing some of her knives at the thief looking really furious right now.

"HOW DARE YOU FUCKING SNEAK IN HERE AND STEAL FROM ME, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!" she said in rage trying to kill the thief.

"I'm sorry but your so cute and pretty! I always knew your panties were just as nice!" Mineta shouted ducking from the knifes. Sid and Charlie looked silent but they did notice his arm had some bras and panties.

"Huh?! HEY! THOSE ARE MINE! AND THAT'S SID'S TOO!" Charie shouted seeing Mineta look up scared. He saw he got caught to laugh nervous.

"Uhhhh...nice to meet you?" he said only for the girls to glare.

"HOW DARE YOU STEAL FROM MY MISTRESS YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Willie was angry alright from this that Mineta quickly rushes out and jumps out the window to land. He dashes off into the forest laughing.

"THEIR MINE! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!" he said to see the three get to the window.

"THAT LITTLE PUNK! I'LL STRANGLE HIM!" Shrika said before jumping out and changing into her humanoid bird form with Charie and Sid jumping out to give chase.

Matt and the boys were shocked seeing them this pissed off well more than pissed as their was trees getting hit or some terrified screams from MIneta.

"Do you think we should get the followers to-" Jason started to say but Matt sighed.

"Naw, the girls got this. Besides, I'm sure they will be sure he won't do this again...you know that." he said seeing the guys look to the forest though, they saw some knifes thrown and Shrika taking the skies.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! I'LL STRANGLE YOUR NECK FOR STEALING FROM ME!!" Shirka shouted out.

They did hear Mineta's terrified screams.

"NOOOOO!! LET ME ALONE! I JUST WANTED TO HAVE SOMETHING AS A MEMORY OF YOU LOVELY-OH GOD NO!!!"

"How dare you steal our clothing you little punk! I'll be sure you strangling for that!" Charlie shouted angry while moving from tree to tree.

"NOT IF I CATCH HIM FIRST, SHIRKA!!"

That's when the two saw Sid looking to try catching him. They saw the purple hands rising up in the sky now trying to ram down catching him.

"Yeah, get them big sisters!!" Yumeno was cheering for them to get the meanie even if Jason, Pete, Cobin, and Lex said nothing from this. Yeah, they would be angry for abit. In the forest, Mineta was trapped seeing 3 horror girls ready to tear him apart.

"Found you..you little thief." Sid said with the hands almost chocking him. Shrika lands changing back with Charlie there as the three look at him seeing Mineta's face pale.

"Ummm..I..I'm sorry?" he said only for him to let out a terrified scream as the girls beat him up. Yeah, he's going to feel that in the morning.

Later the next morning, the fractions of NYC still couldn't find Mineta and it was already stressing some out.

"This is taking forever, no one has found that little pervert....where could he have gone." Jinx said but the others didn't know. However, as they were going to take another look, a dark portal shows up making them see someone get throw out looking terrible.

"Hold on, that's-"

Mineta was twitching and bleeding from his head. He looks to have gotten the beating of a life time but it made the others look showing Sid there along with Willie.

"Pardon us..but I believe this garbage idiot belongs to you." Willie said.

"Uhhhhh wait, was he-"

"He was where we were....but he should be lucky we didn't kill him. I suggest you keep that...thing on a leash...or else." she said simply but the two turn to leave through the portal showing Mineta bleeding, knocked out, his face was swollen from the kicks and punches the lovely horror girls did. They even saw he was tied up pretty tight with a letter saying; "Watch your dog better!"

Bakugo said nothing but shook his head with him twitching. Even from that Mineta cries. "W...Worth it..s..so worth it." he said laughing but winces in pain. "Owwwwwwww......"

"MIneta, you dumb ass..." Bakugo sighed but the girls keep away from him.

Well, at least they sorta know where he went and he might have not regret it even from the horrible beating. To him, it was worth it. In a way.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #the mokkori's punishment and lesson 3: within horror's grasp #the fractions of NYC #the fractions outside of NYC #willie watt #class 1-A #demon-blood-youths #lovely horrors #peahen writer

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shewhosleepsalotincemeteries · 7 months

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Everyone do the right thing and vote for Raw in body horror beatdown poll OR ELSE!!!

#💤🪦

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chargetheintruder · 1 year

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Wrassle Gibberish, and a Poll? Sure, why not?

Because you know what? Windham over there, a.k.a. Bray Wyatt, might need something to irritate and/or motivate him? Yeah. So first the Poll:

And with that out of the way? Okay, my apologies for being harsh but I was looking forward to some Wyatt, Uncle Howdy and Bliss weirdness at Wrestlemania, damn it. I'm not sure what happened, but here's my guesses. Educated hunches.

-- Maybe Windham legitimately got sick at a bad time. I don't know. The first reports I heard were that Windham had a finger injury or two, but that's not usually something you can't rest and recover from in 2-3 weeks. Ditto with a stomach virus. It just seems strange that nobody really knows why the guy behind Wyatt just quit?

-- Or maybe Lashley and Wyatt just couldn't work with each other. There did seem to be a HUGE personality conflict going on, with Bray Wyatt not wanting to do anything but his usual horror/cinematic style of match, where Lashley refused to do anything but a bare-bones beatdown of the kind he usually favors.

-- The Uncle Howdy presence didn't help matters, sure, given Lashley's track record of not taking kindly to head-games of ANY sort. But he had to know something like that was going to happen, he's not stupid. I don't know really. What I do understand, though, Is that I was asked to "lie for him" and "Can you keep a secret?" And as of right now I did both of those, a bit middling, but I did them, and for nothing? Yeah.

So I lied by pretending to give the secret away, saying "Oh, it's going to be a huge cinematic thing, and that's the issue: it was recorded weeks ago, it's in the can already and it's put a lot of people ON HOLD waiting for real time to catch up with 'Mania." I don't think people bought it but then again, nobody asked me, and I did spread quite a few lesser lies too.

As for the Damned Secret. Here it is: Fictional character Bray Wyatt is a fan of Fictional TV Station Local 58. This is a GIGANTIC clue as it regards Uncle Howdy, and Bray Wyatt's narrative. Or at least it WAS.

Here is a sample of Local 58 Broadcast material:

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The hint here is the key to the narrative: in the Local 58 setting, The Moon is a living, cosmic horror type of entity, and the theme of that channel and its associated materials is that "the Moon will Eat the Earth." And people in that setting, some of them worship the moon, hoping they won't get devoured.

So where's the clues? The Main one reflects on Uncle Howdy. The resemblance isn't 100 percent clear in the mask, but in this new context, Uncle Howdy is supposed to be The Man in the Moon. This should be considered closely: who has routinely said "to the MOON!" in his promos? Who's intro is nearly identical in posture and body language to Uncle Howdy's?

Cameron Grimes. NOT Bo Dallas. Consider that the mainstream wrestling press on YouTube knows Grimes has been promoted to Main Roster, but "doesn't know what he's doing", they just know he's a) grown his hair out, and b) that he's "jacked", meaning extra muscular lately. Does that sound like the guy who attacked Bobby Lashley in Bray Wyatt's place?

The second clue is less obvious. The Moon Phase for tomorrow, April 1st, night one of Wrestlemania, is Waxing Gibbous, or the rising three-quarters phase right before the Full Moon. This could coincide with either the Return of The Fiend (whether it's Bray Wyatt or not) or Uncle Howdy's becoming his own force to be reckoned with, although it did look like Bray was trying a new, seventh character with the new Black Mask, and with the hint in the Uncle Howdy Weather Forecast during the Firefly Funhouse's tribute to Local 58. That clue was that the temperature ranges in all cities on that weather map were identical and showing the same seven-degree temperature spread. Seven, and not Wyatt 6.

So it LOOKED like, past tense, we were going to get either The Fiend, or a Fiend Alternate, with Bray, more insight into Uncle Howdy, in a match involving Bobby Lashley that could have been a banger, and all this with some Bliss on the side. But nah. Illness and maybe egos getting in the way.

Do I have more hunches? Sure, but they're less clear, and more in Bliss-fit country. And they assume a bit. Point is, someone had the whole world in his hands, and he choked. It happens. Maybe don't do it again? Or maybe do better at Wrestlemania Backlash: the Backlashening? The hell if I know. (*shrugs*)

#wrassle gibberish #wwe #Bray Wyatt #Bobby Lashley #Uncle Howdy #Cameron Grimes #Poll #Local 58 #crackhead theory #tired of keeping secrets for nothing #but thanks anyway I guess #Youtube

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whumpshaped · 2 years

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could we have one of graces dollies try to escape?? ( another prompt >:)

annabelle was a doll in grace's early horror doll collection! hope u enjoy and so sorry for the wait

Dollhouse Masterlist

trigger warnings: gore, blood, lady whumpee, lady whumper, failed escape, murder, no holds barred beatdown, sadistic whumper, starvation mention, captivity mention, dehumanization

Grace stared at the open door for a moment, tilting her head to the side in confusion. That door was always locked. She'd made sure to lock it last time as well, confining her newest dollie to the darkness within. Yet the door was now open.

A wicked grin spread across her face when she noticed the hairpin on the floor. A break out? A runaway doll?

"Oh, Annabelle, you poor, lost soul." She closed the door, grabbing a pink baseball bat on the way out. It was covered in hello kitty themed stickers, ones entirely unfit for a woman in her later twenties, before heading out to the yard. "Where are you, little dollie?" The bat was dragging on the ground as she walked, taking her sweet time. "Won't you come home? I miss you so dearly!"

Annabelle's clothes should've definitely stood out against the shadows outside. Sure, she was a horror themed doll, but that didn't mean Grace had to dress her in all black. She'd received the most gorgeous white dress just a few days ago, and Grace's heart ached when she thought about Annabelle tearing it while running through the woods - not to mention how bloodied it would get by the end of the day.

"Annabelle," she called out again, her cheerful, singsong voice just barely reaching the cowering doll. "Come here, little dollie! Surely, you've noticed the electric fence around the property already, so just come out and let's go home!"

The escapee pressed further into the tree that was hiding her, breathing as quietly as possible. Some bird screeched not far from her, making her jump. She glanced in the direction of where she'd thrown a few pieces of fabric on the ground, hoping to mislead Grace. Annabelle covered her mouth, holding still when she heard the calls get closer and closer.

"Found you."

Grace smashed the bat against the tree that was hiding Annabelle, startling her and sending her sprinting in the opposite direction. She laughed at the sight, loud and menacing, only making Annabelle run faster. She needed to get away from her, she needed to get away from this place, from being a doll-

Annabelle tripped over the remains of her dress, falling face first into the mud. It was too dark to see all the roots covering the forest floor. She scrambled to her feet and continued running, wiping her eyes enough to be able to see again. She was bleeding from somewhere, and for a brief moment, she considered that Grace would be able to track her just based on the scent alone.

"Found you again."

The bat smashed against another tree this time, making Annabelle scream. How? How did she find her so fast again? She tried to run, but her legs gave out under her. That wound was more severe than she'd originally thought, and the pain was becoming unbearable. "Get away from me!" she screamed desperately, covering her face as Grace approached. "Get the fuck away from me!"

"We've only just been reunited," Grace snickered, raising the bat high before bringing it down on Annabelle's shin with a sickening crunch. The woman cried out in agony, her hands instinctively flying to her leg instead to shield the broken part. "I will never let you go again, little dollie."

Annabelle couldn't stop screaming as the bat was brought down on her starved, fragile body again and again. The adrenaline wasn't fueling her anymore, she was tired and in so much pain, she didn't have the energy to keep trying to defend herself. Grace on the other hand seemed to be driven by the pure madness inside her head, hitting her again and again and again, until the body under her was nothing but a broken, bloody mess.

Blood splattered all over her expensive, pastel pink clothes, all over her perfectly smooth skin. Her make-up was melting off her in streaks as the beating made her break out in sweat, but she didn't seem to care about any of that.

Smash.

Crack.

Crunch.

Annabelle had stopped moving long ago, her eyes staring up at the full moon with an eternally blank expression. Grace brought down the bat right there, right between those captivating eyes, bashing her skull in and letting everything inside spill out for the wild animals to eat later. She stepped back, panting, shuddering as the cold night air seeped under her damp clothes. Waves of pure ecstasy rippled through her body, making her giggle, and then burst into hearty, genuine laughter.

"Oh, I haven't had such fun in ages!" She turned her gaze back to the corpse in front of her, grinning like a schoolgirl. "I was debating whether I should ever tell you dollies about the trackers, but this reassured me in my decision not to. Why would I ever discourage such fun behaviour?"

#the bad chronicles #dollhouse #grace #annabelle

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dammit hedgi day prompt, winn edition: winn suddenly develops kryptonian superpowers! now how did that happen . . .

Winn groaned. His body ached, worse than if he’d simply slept in his uncomfortable office chair all night. He felt like he’d run a marathon, not that he’d ever run more than a mile for gym class, and that had been years ago. Even his eyelids ached, but try as he might to keep them closed and work a little more sleep into his throbbing head and agonized muscles, something pressed on his mind, urging him to open them. The brightness almost drove him to close his eyes again, but he couldn’t seem to. They watered, taking in the blindingly white walls.

What had--? A dim memory trickled back, a voice in an earpiece. “Whoever you are, you’ve got my attention. Let’s have a chat. Turn yourself over to security in my lobby, come alone and don’t tell anyone else about this, or I’ll break more than just Mr. Olsen’s camera. You have half an hour.Maxwell Lord was behind this. Maxwell Lord had threatened James. Had he been let go? Was he ok? Was Kara? Winn couldn’t remember anything after refusing to tell Lord how he’d gotten past security -- he’d never had betrayed Kara, but he didn’t know. He didn’t even know how he’d gotten to the hospital after whatever beatdown he’d apparently gotten…

His eyes adjusted, and his heart sank. He’d assumed it was a hospital ward, hoped maybe for the DEO’s medbay, his friends gathered after rescuing him or finding him. Instead, Maxwell Lord leaned over, inspecting him. “Well, it didn’t kill you. That’s something.”

Winn opened his mouth to say something, unsure what exactly he was going to croak out, but certain that he had to say something. Lord only stared him down. “I think you should stay quiet. You don’t want to strain your voice. I imagine your throat must hurt. No need to agitate it.”

Winn hated to agree, even internally, but his throat was dry, and it did hurt. He said nothing. Lord smiled, and Winn cringed against the sweated through sheets of the hospital bed, still too pained to attempt sitting up. The smile on anyone else would have been comforting, reassuring. On Maxwell Lord, it was absolutely not.

“Good,” the man said, clapping his hands together once. “I think, in that case, that it’s time to put everything to the test. Shall we see if it worked?” he glanced over Winn to someone unseen and nodded in response to something Winn couldn’t make himself turn to see.

If what worked? Winn wanted to demand, but his mouth wouldn’t work any more than his toes would.

Someone moved closer, reaching for his arm. Now winn felt pressure releasing as a heavy padded restraint was opened, his wrist pulled from it. The silent figure released his ankles while Maxwell Lord undid the shackle on his other arm.

“Up you get,” Lord said, with what might have been genuine cheerfulness as he poked a button and the bed shifted, pushing Winn into a sitting position. Somehow, that felt worse than if it had been fake. Winn tried to shake off the hand tugging on his arm, but Lord continued.

There was a wheelchair beside the bed, one that looked like a bizarre mashup of a period horror film and a science fiction thriller-- small wheels with no discernible controls and a high back, all in polished leather. It had handlebars behind it, and heavy looking straps. Winn did not want to sit in that. He felt himself moving, standing unsteadily, and sitting, anyways. He told himself it was that he still felt like hell warmed over, picking his battles.

The halls were all just more of the same, bright white, artificially lit with humming fluorescents. Just like James had described. Winn’s heart pinched at the thought. He wanted to ask what Lord had done to James. He wanted to ask how long he’d been unconscious. He wanted to ask if they’d even bothered to disguise his kidnapping.

He couldn’t seem to.

A large metal door loomed, and Winn managed to eye the appropriately large keypad lock for a moment before Lord shook his head. “Don’t you worry about that,” he said. Winn didn’t. He wouldn't have for long, anyways, because the second Maxwell Lord swiped a keycard and bent to scan his eye, or his breath, or whatever, the door opened. Fresh air and golden sunlight flooded in.

Winn’s mind was over-ruled. He screamed.

Everything was too bright, too loud, too much. His heart, Maxwell Lord’s, the guard’s, all pounded like a drummer’s frenetic display, wildly out of sync and the space outside gleamed, overlaying outline and core like an xray over infrared over normal vision in eyes accustomed to darkness. He squeezed his eyes closed but it wasn’t enough, and he couldn’t cover his ears. The sunlight was warm on his chilled skin, the only thing at all welcoming or safe--everything else hurt even as he could feel aches in his muscles easing.

The arms of the chair bent under his fingertips as he clawed for an escape. “A success. Finally,” Maxwell Lord said, and the door slid shut, locking the sunlight and safety away. “Be still.”

#Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #Dammit Hedgi Day #Supergirl #Winnslow schott #Maxwell Lord

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labelleperfumery · 1 year

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Attorney Ben Crump Describes Tyre Nichols Beating Video, 'Just Heartbreaking'

Attorney Ben Crump, representing Tyre Nichols’ family, is detailing the horrors of the brutal beatdown he saw in body cam footage from the incident … telling us what he expects will happen once it’s released to the public Friday night. Crump will… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2023/01/27/ben-crump-tyre-nichols-body-cam-video-police-brutality-memphis/

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bodyhorrorbeatdown · 4 months

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Body Horror Beatdown, Match 7, Round 2

Vote for your favorite:

Propaganda under the cut.

An American Werewolf in London:

Beware the moon.

"Another classic werewolf body horror recc. The extended sequence of the main character transforming into a werewolf is textbook body horror. Bonus points for the undead people the main character talks to, their rotting skin and open wounds add a zombie-esque quality to the film."

"The scene where the guy changed into the werewolf absolutely traumatised me. None of the werewolf legends I'd read as a kid had ever made me think about how it happened, and werewolves in them always just looked like normal wolves. That was what made them intriguing -- did they exist or not? The obviously painful transformation scene of the film where bones were cracking and regrowing in new ways and flesh and skin was grotesquely stretching to cover the new shape of a horrific wolfman creature completely turned me off anything to do with werewolves ever again."

Jennifer's Body:

She's evil... and not just high school evil.

"Obviously."

#bodyhorrorbeatdown #body horror beatdown #gore #body horror #round 2 #polls #an american werewolf in london #an american werewolf in london 1981 #jennifer's body #jennifer's body 2009 #john landis #karyn kusama

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nightcoremoon · 1 year

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twitter degens think they’re protecting freeze peach by saying n*gger and f*ggot because now they can do it without getting instantly banned, but they are 90% in favor of congress cracking down on people like ice t and ice cube and eminem and dee snider for daring to write music that might offend somebody somewhere, gasp! the horror. see, when the bigotry targets things white people care about, then it’s suddenly a problem? body count still isn’t allowed to stream cop killer on spotify because the NRA the KKK and blue lives matter (all the same group really) shit their pants in rage because they get so easily offended by anyone saying even a slightly negative thing about pigs, and this was over 30 years ago. april 29 1992 was 30 and a half years ago yesterday. george floyd and michael brown and tamir rice were all nothing new, all just a continuation of the rodney king beatdown. fuck the police, fuck republican congress, fuck the NRA, fuck white supremacy, & fuck elon musk.

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Hi! Out of curiosity, what attracts you to Riddlebat as a ship? Is it your favorite Bruce-centric ship (since you seem to like others too)? I've followed you recently and it's been really interesting, getting glimpses of Riddlebat here and there, so I'd love to hear more about why it's appealing to you -- since I enjoy your tags a lot as well. I hope this isn't too forward, feel free to ignore the ask if it is!

💗 Thank you!!! As a rule I pretty much enjoy all Bruce/villain pairings, but Riddlebat is definitely one of my favorites. I see it described sometimes as “less toxic Batjokes” (’sometimes’ in this case meaning ‘yesterday’), but I think that’s probably a disservice to the dynamics of both pairings. Riddlebat is “less toxic” in that Edward has never successfully murdered one of Bruce’s children and likely has a lower overall body count (though not for lack of trying, depending on the continuity), but Edward is still a criminal whose obsession with Batman is harmful to himself, Bruce, and everyone else around them.

Edward’s interest is also not a toned down version of Joker’s interest-- whereas Edward often wants to “solve” Batman and learn his real identity, Joker sees Batman AS the real identity, case closed. While Joker thrills for the climax of having a hands-on battle with Batman at the end of his schemes, Edward loves leaving riddles for Batman to solve but dreads the physical beatdown at the end. And though Joker certainly can and does get jealous of other demands on Batman’s time, ultimately he HAS Bruce’s attention in all the ways he’s asking for-- “to hit me, to bleed me, to tell me I’m a horror,” etc. Edward doesn’t want to be hit, definitely doesn’t want to be bled, and would much prefer Batman to tell him he’s impressive and intelligent. He’s often motivated by a pathological desire for attention he feels only Batman can satisfy, but unlike Joker, Bruce is by and large NOT giving Edward the attention he wants. Batman insults him, cheats at his games, and inflicts grievous physical harm. But he still compulsively and inevitably leaves Batman clues leading to his location, because even negative attention is better than NO attention, right?

(General panel collection that I didn’t want to put above the read-more and clog up peoples dashboards. Also, the line “No one could want a beating like that” from Edward’s psychiatrist is very funny to me, because actually I can think of at least one clown who probably would have enjoyed it.)

So basically what I enjoy about Riddlebat is that it’s kind of... inherently really depressing for Edward? Since unlike how Bruce and Joker view themselves as equal opposites, Bruce really does not reciprocate Edward’s delusion that the two of them are utterly unique intellectual equals (or, in some continuities, that Bruce is the closest thing that Edward’s “unmatched intellect” can have to an equal), and is never going to obsess over Edward on any level equivalent to the way that Edward obsesses over him.

On the other hand, Edward's willingness to play at civility so long as he’s getting what he wants (to the point that reforming or pretending to reform has been a reoccurring plot point for him even within the first decade of his existence as a character) means that he often does have friendlier interactions with Batman than Bruce has with most of his rogue’s gallery. But Bruce is both very mission-focused and extremely paranoid, so his “friendly” tends to be other people’s “actively hostile.” I think the most supportive he’s ever been of one of Riddler’s reforms was when he as Bruce Wayne paid PI Riddler to solve a case that he’d already solved as Batman, which allowed Edward to buy a townhouse he’d been wanting (though of course he phrases his motivations as insultingly as possible when explaining them to Tim while they watch Edward through his window).

But despite Bruce’s statement that “the more content the rat, the less likely he’ll leave his hole” (which is forever one of my favorite quotes from him, it’s so funny), he’s pretty much only willing to do the absolute bare minimum to keep Edward content, if that. In terms of compatibility, I think there’s probably a reason that Bruce tends to gravitate towards someone as independent as Selina-- it seems unlikely that Bruce ever would or could give Edward the amount of attention he wants. At least without retiring, which he’s pathologically incapable of doing.

Obviously in fanworks Edward can get a happier ending to his relationship with Batman (and I have both engaged with and created that content), but what originally appealed to me about the pairing and what still appeals to me now is Edward’s one-sided need for attention, and the parallel of them both being obsessively compelled towards self-destructive behavior. The fact that they have repeatedly proven themselves capable of getting along as a result of their mutual pragmatism just makes the dynamic even more interesting.

#riddlebat #edward nygma #riddler #bruce wayne #realizing now that i didn't use any panels from 'run riddler run.' even though it has examples of pretty much everything i talked about #plus also touches on the element of edward feeling like his mind games are actually bettering bruce intellectually #which to some extent is provably true. since there are definitely canon examples of bruce having learned something specifically for edward #also there's the fact that though edward is definitely provably wrong about him and batman being. like. the smartest people on the planet #their brains are definitely running on the same wavelength given how bruce is always able to follow edward's insane internal logic #anyway. ALL of this being said.#riddlebat is not my favorite bruce ship. that's definitely scarebat #but there is more riddlebat content out there for me to reblog so that's what shows up here #i feel like my icon probably suggests to people that this is like. A Riddlebat Blog #but i have the batman forever logo as my icon primarily because it's my favorite batman movie #and i named this blog after it #which in retrospect is pretty esoteric. probably could have chosen a more obvious batman reference to stick in front of 'cloud nine'#but it's my brand now and i have no intention of switching gears so here we are

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Payback's a Murder

Word Count: 2k Description: Mammon may be the Avatar of Greed and may constantly try to con his brothers, but others who try to do the same will find themselves at the wrong end of his murder. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to this, so here we go with Mammon's turn! Note: Mulciber is a demon mentioned in John Milton's Paradise Lost. He served under Mammon and was an architect. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, body horror, torture via the sharp ends of birds

The Avatar of Greed often found himself in trouble, whether it be because he stole personal belongings to sell or tried to cheat someone out of cash or … well, there were a lot of ways. Call him reckless, but when he saw an opportunity to make some cold, hard Grimm, he wasn’t about to pass it up!

But if someone tried to cheat him out of something? That wouldn’t do. Few dared to try it if they knew just who they were dealing with, but that didn’t stop some from trying anyway. They always regretted it afterwards.

The real issue, however, was if someone tried to cheat his brothers out of something. After all, he was the only one allowed to rip them off (that was his justification, anyway). The moment he finds out someone else tried to play confidence demon with any of them, it was a one-way ticket to the Great Mammon’s Beatdown Extravaganza.

He was walking by Leviathan’s room earlier when he heard a loud crash, some swearing, and a slight rumble under his feet. After some door breaking, tackling, and forcing his hotheaded brother to not summon Lotan, he found out what had made him so upset. Apparently, there was some demon running around with elaborate schemes swindling others -- well, nerds -- out of their money. He went on to explain something that Mammon did not at all understand -- as was usual when he got into his otaku rambling. If his brother had not been so upset, Mammon would have commended the guy for knowing how to target and hit a jackpot.

After some additional pestering, Mammon managed to get a rough description of this third-rate demon and realized he had a pretty good idea of just who it was. It was someone far closer to him than he’d like to admit.

So now here he was, leaning against the bar at one of the Devildom’s many clubs, drink in hand as he monitors the floor. If he was right, he would see the other cozening demon somewhere here tonight, so now it was just a waiting game. As Lucifer had told him repeatedly, You have to show that you’re Number Two. He planned to make that very clear tonight.

He felt the pulse of the bass vibrating through his body as the DJ amped up their music, more and more demons flowing into the space as the prime clubbing hours arrived. A few who noticed Mammon acknowledged his presence, some whispering about how he seemed to look way more serious than normal. The Avatar of Greed, not partying the night away already? Strange.

His patience was just about to run out when he caught a glimpse of just the demon he was seeking out. Hair as orange as a flame, he wasn’t too hard to spot amongst the crowd of more muted succubi surrounding him. Mammon downed the rest of his drink in one go, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket as he made his way to his target.

“Mulciber. Already getting started, huh?”

“M-Mammon?!” He seemed startled to see the other, but cleared his throat as he regained his cool composure. “It’s good to see you, man! Why don’t you join us all for a drink?” The succubi around him giggled, one daring to lean towards Mammon in an attempt to latch onto his arm, but he quickly placed a hand up to stop her.

“No touchin’, sweetheart.” He shot her a look that made her immediately back away, a pout on her lips. “And that’s a nice offer, Mulcey, but I was hopin’ I could talk to ya real quick in private.”

Mulciber could tell that no was not an option in this conversation, given the serious look in the Avatar’s eyes. “Oh, uh, sure. Sorry ladies, I’ll be back soon. Gotta take care of business!” He gave them a wink as they continued on to the table for their party. Clearing his throat again, he turned back to his superior. “So, what’s shaking, boss?”

Mammon just gave him a smile before nodding his head towards a side door, motioning to accompany him there. The lesser demon complied, following him outside to a side alley. The night air was brisk, causing a shudder to run through Mulciber’s spine. At least, he hoped it was the weather that was making him feel like this …

“I heard ya got up to another scheme.” Mammon fiddled with a lighter, flipping the top off and on with his thumb and a jerk of his hand as he spoke. Click, click, click, click. “Wanna tell me about it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, totally!” Mulciber nervously replied, wondering why Mammon seemed so interested. Did he want a cut of the check? Fishing for ideas for his own next get-rich-quick scheme? Or --

Oh.

Oh no.

He suddenly remembered that one of the victims of his scheming had been the very Avatar of Envy. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, delighting in the fact that he was even able to rip off a Greater Demon. Meant his plan had to be pretty genius, right? But now … now he was starting to realize that he may have just made a big mistake.

“Hm? Ya haven’t said a word, Mulcey-boy.” Mammon turned to face him, tucking the lighter into his pocket. He took a step towards the other, who immediately took a step back -- only to be met with a hard brick wall. “Or didja have a moment of realization?”

“L-Listen, Mammon, I’m sorry! I didn’t know at the time, I swear!” Mulciber brought both his hands up, as if that would stop the other from approaching him.

“Oh? ‘Cuz your face says differently, buddy.” He bared his fangs, the usual gradient in his eyes now glowing a furious gold. There’s a malicious grin on his face as he takes a step back, and then he begins to … whistle?

Mulciber does not like where this is going. He’s heard that tune before and it makes his hairs stand on end. “Look, man, please, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make it up to you!” There’s already desperation in his voice, which almost makes Mammon laugh.

“Glad to hear it. Then ya won’t have a problem with what’s about to happen next, yeah?”

It starts in the distance, a noise that made it feel as if your eardrums were being pierced by a thousand shards of glass. It grows louder and louder, closer and closer. An omen.

Mulciber shrinks against the wall, his grey eyes wide in fear. He knows running is pointless -- the other demon would quickly catch him, and leave him even worse for wear as repercussion. “P-please, Mammon, sir, don’t do this … “

“Didn’t you just say ya’d do whatever ya have to do?” Mammon shakes his head, his wings stretching out wide as if to entrap the lesser demon where he stood. “And you really think suddenly pullin’ out the formalities is gonna get ya any mercy here?”

The flapping of numerous wings now filled the air, a large murder of crows circling in the dark sky above. Their bone-chilling caws and cries rain down upon them as the birds eagerly await their master’s command.

Mammon lunged forward and grasped the other’s jaw, his claws digging into flesh as he brought his face threateningly close. “Pretty ballsy of you to think messin’ with any of us was the right move.” He growled, a rumble in his throat. “Looks like someone needs remindin’ of his place.”

“I-I wasn’t thinkin’ at the time! C’mon, you know how that is, don’t you? I was just thinking of making some big bucks, I didn’t mean to go and step out of line--” Mulciber frantically rambled, trying to ignore the searing pain he was feeling from Mammon’s grip.

“I’m sure that was the case, Mulcey, sure!” If it wasn’t for his mocking smile, the Avatar would have nearly sounded genuine. “But that doesn’t mean you can escape the consequences, ya’know?” He let out a tsk, watching as blood dripped from where he had pierced the other’s skin.

He let go of Mulciber, taking a few steps back as he shook his hand as if to clean it of the ichor. There was no denying the glee he was feeling from this -- it had been a while since he decided to flex his abilities and powers on another. Looking up to the sky, he whistled out another tune, causing the crows to descend.

“He’s all yours.” He commands them in a language only they could understand, and in a flash the black-feathered birds rush in to attack. Their squawks mix with Mulciber’s shrieks as they begin to peck at him with their beaks and scratch him with their claws. Mammon fishes out the lighter from his pocket once more, grabbing a cigarette from the box he had on him with his other hand. Leaning against the opposing alley wall, he lights up and takes a slow drag, watching as the flurry of feathers pulverize his inferior.

The crows tear at Mulciber’s flesh, their sharp beaks riddling his body with small cavities and painting him with his own blood. He continues to cry and scream, though it’s obvious he’s losing energy by the second as they grow weaker in intensity, his body slumping towards the ground. Perhaps he had learned his lesson? Surely, he’s just waiting for it all to stop now, right?

Mammon takes a glance around, humming in delight as he catches sight of a discarded iron pipe. He drops the remains of his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before retrieving his now makeshift weapon. It feels cool and light in his hand, and he gives it a small toss in the air before catching it again with a satisfied smile.

“Alright, alright. You all can leave him alone now.” Mammon commands his murder once more, followed by another whistle to let them know they could go back to doing whatever they were doing before now. One of them flew over to Mammon, perching on the metal rod in his hand, looking up at him with a puffed up chest in pride as blood stained its beak.

“Yes, who’s my good lil’ birdie?” Mammon cooed, scratching the crow under its chin. “Go get yerself cleaned up, okay?” It cawed in delight before flying off to join the rest, who were fading back into the dark night sky. The Avatar of Greed shook his head fondly before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

Mulciber lay crumpled on the ground, though was making efforts to sit upright as he gasped for breath. His body hurt all over, as if every inch of him had been pierced with needles. He feebly looked up to meet Mammon’s gaze, a whimper leaving him as he noticed the rod in his hand.

“What? I couldn’t let my birds have all the fun, now could I?” Mammon grasped the rod firmly in both hands before swinging it down with a deafening crack as it hit the other, who let out another sharp cry of pain.

“Hm, perhaps just another for good measure.” Whack. Another wail.

“Okay, okay. One more.” Whack. Another splatter of blood.

Content at the shuddering and sniveling mass that was left, Mammon kneeled down to get close to Mulciber’s ear, his next words full of menace. “Ya really should have stuck to the building business. Keep that in mind in the future, ‘kay?”

Mammon stood up and let the iron rod clatter to the ground, its hollowness ringing into the night. He made his way back inside to order another drink, ignoring the whispers and stares from the others in the club. It was doubtful that Mulciber would make an appearance here after what had happened for a while.

He knocked on the bar counter, getting the attention of the bartender. “Give me a glass of your finest whiskey. Put it on Mulciber’s tab.”

#obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me fics #demons being demons #series: a demon's nature #writings #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos #a side of mammon I would like to see more <3

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Edward Scissorhands-splaining

Edward Scissorhands is, first and foremost, a modern retelling of Frankenstein.

The twist is that the public loves the wretch and exploits him in the name of love but turns on him when he’s corrupted by their own doing. It shows you, through this, how the monster BECAME a monster.

Edward is usually seen as this completely innocent passive cinnamon role. He IS passive, that’s the point and the appeal of his character, but he’s NOT innocent by the end. He’s only as innocent as what he’s told and wants of people, which is some kind of companionship. He doesn’t think for himself because he isn’t taught to. His adopted family expect him to know what they haven't taught him, as demonstrated by the scene at the dinner table when Peg asks Edward what to do if he found a bag of money.

The one thing Edward wants is something he’s constantly talked out of- changing his hands. Really I’d argue the depth of Edward’s character isn’t so much a “be yourself” kind of thing as it is body dysphoria. One of the saddest moments is when Edward is on a talk show and asks if he can somehow see a doctor who might be able to help him, only for a woman in the crowd (and the audience) to basically talk over him. The moment is sad because you know what is to come and it's an ugly premonition for the second half of the film.

Everyone treats ES like it’s a tragedy on account of what everyone else did to Edward and not what he became because of their influence - which is a murderer. And if you know the inside scoop on Burton's personal feelings towards his movies, you know that this is actually a problem he takes with Edward Scissorhands. To him the movie is a social commentary first a foremost and he thinks Edward killing Jim ruins the story. I used to agree with him...and now I kind of don’t.

I think Edward Scissorhands is like if The Elephant Man had a happy ending. In that film the exploited freak gets his chance to know what it’s like to be human, and in the end decides to die cause he decides he doesn’t want to be part of society.

Here - the freak is pushed to the limit. He knows through Kim that he has lived and loved and may never have hands like he wants, but is happy just to have known what it’s like as he lives in isolation where no one can hurt him and he can’t hurt anyone else ... but he'll always give them the gift of snow.

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I think if you go in knowing this is a self-contained gothic Frankentale first and foremost and not some incredibly insightful look into society, you'll appreciate Edward Scissorhands more. I don't think Tim can really do a true beatdown deconstruction of society as much as he can deliver some very on-spot disses of the society he knows, which is uppermiddle class white suburbia. In a sense, monster stories like ES tell us a lot about society on their own and I think that the neighbor characters in this film are really interesting. It's basically a character study of a sea of Karens and it's really well acted in the end when they all think Edward's dead. They kind of wordlessly realize "oh...we're kind of the bad guys here aren't we?" and I love that bit.

If I could do one bit of script doctor on this movie the changes I'd make would be:

make Jim more interesting like the rest of the neighbors. I could care less if Edward kills him or not, but he's basically the 1 dimensional prep to Edward's Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way --which I THINK is what Burton's real problem with this character was.

have it that the religious nut who's always hated Edward and whom the town rallies behind in the end show her true colors and be all "YES WE DID IT WE BEAT SATAN THE WRETCH IS DEAD" while the other neighbors look on in horror like 'oh wow we really were following her for a sec there crap now she has an alibi'.

#edward scissorhands #burtonsplaining #tim burton #johnny depp #the elephant man #winona ryder

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