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sea-salted-wolverine · 2 months

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In honor of the moose/Iditarod rule 34 chaos post reaching 1000 notes and then Dallas Seavy winning the Iditarod here are all the unhinged stories and things I know about that race

They changed the rules and schedules so you can't do this anymore, but there was a subset of mushers who would race the Yukon Quest and the Iditarod back to back. That's a 1000-mile race followed by another 1000-mile race through some of the harshest terrain on earth in late winter. And the Yukon quest doesn't even finish where the Iditarod starts. To do this required putting dogs in a plane OR having another team of dogs waiting in anchorage and someone to deal with both teams of dogs.

The first woman to win the Iditarod was Libby Riddles in 1985.

Only to have her finish promptly blown out of the water by Susan Butcher who won the race in 86', 87', 88', and 90' while setting speed records the whole way.

Susan did race in 85' but she ran into a moose early and it killed two of her dogs and hurt the rest so she scratched. Dallas got lucky this year.

She was also the first person to mush a dog team up to the summit of Denali, the tallest mountain in North America. This is not what dog teams are intended to do, I don't know why she even wanted to, other than to prove it was possible. I don't think anyone has since.

The race now requires GPS trackers on all the racers and you would not believe the bitchfit everyone threw over those. Mushers can either hop between checkpoints or camp on the trail and it may surprise you to learn that these are the kind of people who have secret camp spots in the woods that they don't want anyone to know about. So now, everyone has acquiesced to the tracker requirement but you must have an account on the race website if you want to see them.

The race has 2 paths that alternate even and odd years with different checkpoints but every year includes a section of race that crosses the sea ice, approximately 50 miles from Shaktoolik to Koyuk. so forget landmarks. point the sled north and hope you're going the right way.

the race is in honor of the 1925 Serum Run and the diphtheria outbreak, but the trail itself is the old freight route which is almost twice the length. also, it's a freight route for hauling freight which means the the racers are going at more or less lightspeed as compared to the intended use.

the most effective way to avoid frostbite on your face is a fur hood and duct tape on your cheeks and nose. Cold-related injuries are rare but far from unheard of. The average number of toes and fingertips among mushers is lower than that of the general population.

The finish line is a massive burled arch in the middle of main street in Nome. There is not a lot going on in Nome at any given time and this time of year is the exception. Every racer who finishes the race gets the same reception, which is everyone in town crowding into the finish chute to cheer them on and the city fire siren going off. The last racer in gets the Red Lantern Award which means that they finished dead last but didn't scratch.

the 2020 race had started and was fully underway when the pandemic lockdowns came into place. as far as social distancing goes, you really can't do much better than being isolated 100 miles into the middle of frozen nowhere but the checkpoints are itty bitty villages with no medical infrastructure and the finish was reportedly terrifying because instead of a crowd to cheer at the burled arch, it was just the siren going off in a ghost town.

there is no way I can tell this story that doesn't sound like I'm making it up as I go. The sign says no sniveling and they fucking mean it.

no really, click that link. here's the YouTube vid (non-graphic, after-the-fact interviews)

#from the far north #wolverine warbles #iditarod #dog mushing #alaska

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theoutlawfaleena · 6 months

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the king & the siren

könig x gender-neutral sniper!reader

warnings cod-typical violence, blood, probably military inaccuracy bc i have no idea what i'm talking about [cries]

tags unhinged könig, sniper reader, some mild tension, backstory leading into something more 👀, könig is unhinged but he's not rlly a red flag?, u just gotta read it to know what i'm talking abt bro, forced proximity but without the forced

i have nothing to say for myself. just have this as a peace offering

As an operator working under the private contractor known plainly as KorTac, your job is simple. You go where you're ordered to go, shoot whomever you're ordered to shoot, and then you pack up your things and wait for the next job. It's an uncomplicated existence, and it's all-consuming. It takes you by that invisible chain that anchors you to the earth and yanks you into the dirt, over and over until you learn to harden yourself, to spit the grit from your mouth and catch yourself before the fall ever comes.

The pull of the chain is something you have long since become familiar with. It comes with each body you drop, each bomb you set off, each grenade pin you pull off with your teeth where the metal bites into your tongue and fills your mouth with the taste of pennies. It turned you into the Siren, a sniper who grabs the attention of enemies with light hums and short whistles and embeds a bullet in their skull once their curiosity brings them close enough.

For a while, you did not think you could live without the pull of that chain; though harsh it may have been, it was a sole companion in a way of life that left no room for companionship.

Then, like some kind of cruel joke played at the hand of whatever force dealt you sour luck, that kid from Austria was recruited to the team.

He couldn't have been any older than twenty-five upon his arrival, standing at a mountainous six-feet-ten-inches with a body that swallowed up the space in doorframes, and it was not even his height that stood out as the most notable thing about him; rather, it was the dark sniper hood draped over his head to conceal his face, only cut to reveal wild eyes that looked anywhere but the eyes of others. It earned him plenty of barking shouts from your superiors, ordering him to look them in the eyes when he was being spoken to.

He went by König, meaning "king."

You did not give him long.

And much to your surprise, he lasted.

You learned that he had been a Jagdkommando with his native Austrian army, placed in the position of an insertion specialist. He was vying for a spot as a sniper, but those above him had quickly come to the conclusion that his hulking size and a rather problematic inability to sit still would not work in anyone's favor, and his aspirations had been rejected. His immense size and strength made him an ideal battering ram, however, and that was precisely what he was appointed to do.

Of course, such stories were only rumors that flew from the mouths of your teammates, for another thing you learned was that he did not speak; not to any of you, anyway. He spoke on the field, and that was that. You were not keen on prying information out of him yourself, for what business of it was yours?

As if the universe was crafted to laugh in your face when you needed it least, his business became yours when he was made one of your mission partners during an operation carried out in Berlin.

Al-Qatala fighters had a cell there, holed up with hostages they intended to traffic and force to do God-knows-what. Your mission was easy. Eliminate the fighters, free the hostages. You had seen it done countless times before. König and the others would be at your side, ordered to break through doors and gun down hostiles who stood in your way. You would open the mission with first contact, stationed just close enough to lure the enemy to your position and make the first kill. Your team would follow, and the holding cell would be breached. The rest was supposed to fall easily into place without a hitch. You'd done this time and time again; the chain pulls, and you stand fast.

Muffled voices moved in and out of the seized townhouse. Al-Qatala, no doubt. The air stunk of cigarette smoke and what was left of bombings to keep any hostiles at bay. Every now and then, a cry from a hostage would ring out, only to be followed by a shouting order or a sickening crack indicative of someone being fiercely struck with an open hand. That day, the entire city of Berlin held its breath, and so did you. It sat heavy within your chest, suspended at the base of your throat where you felt your heart thumping.

You waited for your team to gather into position. When the signal came through, the garbling through your earpiece, you finally swallowed. You readied your rifle, lifting your head and gazing through the scope at the shadows that moved across the windows.

You began to hum. Die Zauberflöte; the Queen of the Night's aria, a high-pitched staccato that came in short breaths. For one agonizing moment, the entire earth fell still.

A window broke; glass shattered. The air whistled as a bullet cut through it and flew past your head. On instinct, you flattened yourself to the ground immediately. The shot sounded moments later, ringing in your ears. A spray of warm liquid cast itself across your face. All hell broke loose at once as shouting and screaming arose from within the townhouse, along with the unmistakable sound of doors slammed open as a heavy body made quick work of them. Your team; you could hear your team joining the cacophony of noise. Gritting your teeth, you picked yourself back up and stared through the scope, eyes searching madly for their hidden gunman. The broken window offered a better view, enough that you could see a black-clad mass powering through the bodies inside. Your heart pounded in your ears. This position was doing nothing for you. You had to move.

Teeth grit, you vaulted down the nearest fire escape and broke into a sprint towards the townhouse. The door was left in shambles from the number that the Austrian had done on it, but you had no time to be impressed. Shrieks of horror and shouted commands drove you forward and you held your weapon out before you.

"Look alive!"

It was a call to your team, an indication that you were there. Leaving your station was not a common occurrence but you'd been left blind and of little help to them. The stench of blood was an immediate assault to your senses; it was a grisly scene, bodies of Al-Qatala fighters littering the floor riddled with bullets or with cut throats. Your team. You followed the screams of hostages, stepping over bodies that you didn't recognize as you sprinted downstairs, your rifle at the ready.

You anticipated that the bodies of your teammates would greet you, thrown to the wolves due to your inability to find the gunman. Blood pooled at the bottom of the stairs and you ran through it, turning the corner to find your team, seemingly safe, and yet stunned into a silence. Only the weeping of hostages could be heard. You opened your mouth to alert them of your presence, but stopped at the sight that awaited you.

Blood dripped from the hood of the Austrian. König. It soaked through the fabric and painted the exposed skin around his eyes a horrific shade of red. They were wide, and wild; he looked at you like a wolf poised to attack, and you imagined sharp teeth bared beneath the hood that sent a chill throughout your whole body.

He regarded you for only a moment, then turned his back on you to face the Urzik hostages, held within a cell crafted by the fighters. They cried out at the sight of him and drew closer to one another, even when the door creaked open and he allowed them an exit.

"Follow me," He said, and they flinched at the sound of his voice. At once, one of your teammates stepped forward, pulling his mask down to speak to them in a language they could understand. You didn't know it yourself, but you knew when the hostages reluctantly began to follow after König that something had been said to convince them he was there to help them despite his ghastly appearance. Falling in with the rest of your team, you gently guided hostages forward and out of the townhouse into the open air outside. Once the area was declared clear, emergency personnel on standby flooded the area with helicopters and cars to assess the damage and tend to the wounded and traumatized. The noise was a buzz in your ear, punctuated by a stinging pain that dominated the entire right side of your head from the ear to your jaw. Wincing, you raised your hand to your face, and it came away slick with blood.

You were acutely aware of the gaze bearing into you, but you did not acknowledge it until then. You lifted your head and met König's eyes. He stood an arm's-length away from you, a terrifying blood-soaked vision that studied you silently. You thought for a moment that he was looking directly at you, and it surprised you; however, you quickly realized he was trained on your ear.

"You're bleeding," He finally commented.

You bit back a laugh. It was funny, coming from someone who looked like he did in that moment. Hearing him acknowledge it worsened the pain, and you almost wished he hadn't pointed it out.

"Good eye," You replied.

If it amused him, he didn't show it. His eyes did not betray him for a second, but you had a feeling that yours did. Pain coursed through you like a red-hot blade pushing into your skin. König searched for something amidst his gear. When he closed the distance between you and himself, you had half a mind to back away, but when a bundle of gauze was placed to your ear, you instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm to steady yourself, sucking in air through your teeth.

You swayed lightly, but he stood like some kind of great oak, unmoving. His skin was hot to the touch, and it reduced the pain in your head to a dull throb. Swallowing, you reached out and held onto his arm with both hands.

"Where'd you get that?" You asked. Not that it mattered, but you certainly didn't have gauze in your gear at that moment. He paused, and you felt him shift against you.

"Borrowed it," He said. "From Sanitäter."

The way he said it suggested that "borrowed" may have been stretching the truth. Though it was painful, a smile pulled up at the corner of your mouth; you lifted your head to look at him and found that he was already looking at you. Blue. His eyes were blue, though the bloodstains around them made them seem starkly white.

You stumbled, and he steadied you. Quickly, you murmured an apology and dropped your head again, fixing your eyes on the ground.

König's eyes were blue.

You could not shake the way he looked at you, and you did not know why.

#könig #könig x reader #könig cod #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mw3 #so uhh it's been a while #i leave y'all with this as a way of saying hi i'm back #i literally started this forever ago #anyway i want this to develop into a series #like a slow burn type thing #but i have no idea how the military works #so we're gonna wing it #anyways uhm #LOVE YALL #theoutlawfaleena

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 years

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YES I FEEL LIKE LUCIGER DEFINITELY CAN BREATHE FIRE

A small list of the powers I think they'd have as dragons:

-Lucifer can definitely breathe fire, and maybe do smokescreens

-I'm not sure if this is a power persay but I feel like his scales are shiny and can refract light to make him invisible/less seen, as well as being extremely fast

-Levi can probably communicate with aquatic animals, I kind of hc that he can do that already tho. And maybe he's much much faster in water than on land, almost as fast as Mammon

-Satan can probably also breathe fire, but I feel like he has a heat sense that can go through objects like rock and stuff! Like Thermal Vision if that makes sense

-For Asmo I think he can mimic sounds like a siren! I'd imagine he can do it almost perfectly and sometimes uses it to play jokes on his brothers and ik lol

-I'm not also not sure if this one is a power, but I feel like Beel can eat and regurgitate anything at will like snakes in cartoons. bery weird but other than that maybe he has 360 vision like a fly........

-Belphie I feel can shoot air blasts or maybe travel on air currents for short amounts of time....i'm honestly not sure for him but for some reason i'm tilting towards air based powers

Asmo mimicking IKs voice to get Lucifer to tell him yes to things lol

Also I think due to the style of his tail that Satan would wear a dragon skull like Cubone

ooo okay so this isn’t much of a power, but there’s this breed of wood frog that stops its heart during hibernation, so maybe belphie can do something along those lines?? maybe dragons naturally run on the hotter side, but belphie’s able to lower his body temperature to below freezing (so then when he spits the air, it’s cold enough to freeze water), and go into a hibernation state where his heart stops - which i’m realising now isn’t really a power, but it could be useful for surviving in conditions with little food??

i reckon beel can probably unhinge his jaw SUPER wide, and the wider it gets, the stronger his bite strength when he finally bites down. dude could probably sever the top off a mountain if he tried hard enough, that’s his dragon power

#answering asks #if belphie's powers are air maybe he can also breathe out a fog that puts things to sleep #if they're breathing it for long enough they just straight up die #(he's gotta be very careful with that)#so lucifer's thing is fire which is just hot air... so maybe satan's thing can be lava (hot rocks)#maybe it's like a medusa thing??#not with the eye thing just the turning to stone thing #instead of breathing fire satan spews lava at you #and the hot liquid rocks cool really quickly into solid rock which encases you #which essentially turns you into a stone statue #feel like one of the brothers should be able to spit acid too. dunno which one but one of them should #dragon au #whensam

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land-of-unsainted · 8 months

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well this took way to long to get to

Anyways here’s the official main characters post

As mentioned before, every kingdom is based on a county in Europe, in case you have any questions about the random flags

Marigold Magnolia, usually called Mari, is a citizen of Alderlot (🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿), kingdom of plantlife, they were not born there however. They lived with their adoptive parents and helped them out with their restaurant while also working as a vigilante protecting their kingdom. the king and queen of Alderlot assigned them to leave to go out, find the escaped threat Princess Onyx and bring her back to her kingdom protect her from bounty hunters. Mari is very patient and laid back, very slow to anger but easily mildly annoyed. They’re a bit shy and speak in a flat tone. They hate plans changing and like to follow strict routines and patterns. They like playing the violin and writing poetry and are very skilled in both. After being annoyed by Onyx’s antics for a long time, they would eventually fall in love with her through means in which I cannot spoil. They get along very well with Triton and Anastasia but they don’t want to get close to anyone. They’re also autistic and have OCD

Princess Onyx (she rarely uses her last names) is the princess of Duleahan (🇮🇪, father’s side), kingdom of death, mortality, and afterlife and also technically the kingdom of stone (🇭🇺, mother’s side), which I have yet to come up with a name for. Due to being born of two different royals, she is extremely powerful and is labeled as a threat to society, a badge she wears with absolute pride. She harnesses the ability to move mountains and masses of land, as well as the ability to raise the dead, talk to spirits, and even easily save a person’s life. Due to being the most powerful and dangerous person on earth, Onyx is kept safe in her father’s castle in Duleahan, but she would eventually escape after realizing she wanted to see the world for herself. this woman is fucking crazy. She’s a selfish, egotistical, self obsessed, snarky, smug, unhinged maniac who likes to kill people for fun. She knows she’s the most powerful person alive and abuses that label as much as possible. This has given her the title “Angel of Death”. She would kill an innocent person if she wanted to but she only kills demons and truly horrible people, not because she cares for the people affected by their actions, but because she gets a feeling of satisfaction from it that she doesn’t get from hurting innocents. Aside from that, she also loves reading both fiction and non fiction. She’s also very sex obsessed and will flirt and/or sleep with any woman or non binary adult that lets her. Onyx doesn’t exactly care what you say about her however she HATES being infantilized and will tear apart anyone who does as such. She loves to flirt endlessly with Mari just to mess with them until she realized she was in love with them and then suddenly flirting wasn’t so easy. She and Triton are best friends who constantly get into wacky shenanigans that usually end up in at least one bleeding corpse. She loves pissing off Anastasia though she doesn’t share the same hatred that Ana has for her. She’s also autistic and has c-ptsd, genetically inherited from her father.

Prince Triton Thalassa is the prince of Poseidynthus (🇬🇷), kingdom of the seas. Unlike most other royals, Triton wasn’t born with any sort of magic (aside from the ability to breathe underwater, which all Poseidynthiens have), as a side affect of his twin sister, Siren, being cursed at birth. To make up for not inheriting the family power, the royal wizards gave him the ability to communicate with sea life and summon a trident at will. Due to this, he’s grown very close to the village people of his kingdom and sometimes helps them out with tasks while also fighting off criminals. Despite being the “weakest” of the four, he is a very skilled warrior and was tasked to join Marigold on their journey to find the escaped princess, Onyx. Triton is a very kind and selfless person, a little too much for his own good in fact. He’s a massive people pleaser and has a big savior complex. He gets attached to people easily and has horrible abandonment issues. He tries to stay positive but really he’s extremely depressed and filled with self hate. He has a problem with self destructive behavior and has thrown himself into many relationships throughout his life that end horribly and don’t even last a month. To add on to his list of issues he has really bad identity issues, questioning if he really is a royal or if he was lied to his whole life. Even though he is classified as a warrior he actually considers himself a guardian, and prefers fighting with the intention of protecting. Triton prefers to negotiate with his opponents before fighting and he doesn’t like to kill people, however he will absolutely fight someone if they are deemed a genuine threat. He loves talking to fish, reading, and helping people with tasks. He’s not exactly a vegetarian but he refuses to eat any sort of sea life aside from vegetation. Triton is the only one out of the whole group who can get along with everyone. Marigold finds him to be the easiest one to talk to and he is very close to Onyx and Anastasia. He also has ADHD and BPD

Anastasia Serebryanyy Moroz is a powerful soldier from the kingdom of Moskrestrova (🇷🇺), kingdom of ice. She came from a very poor family and was abducted and drafted into the military at 7. She spent 20 years being tortured and experimented on to make her the most powerful super soldier in Moskrestrovian history. However after a major slip up, she was forced to escape her kingdom and join Marigold, Onyx, and Triton, to avoid being arrested. She was given the ability to bend and create ice and snow at will, which she typically uses for creating weapons like her ice claws, and is also EXTREMELY strong, so strong in fact that she can lift entire houses and break metal just by biting into it. She is an absolutely VICIOUS soldier, so much so that most would rather off themselves than have to die at her hands. Despite her bloodlust and violent anger issues, Anastasia is a big innocent sweetheart once you get to know her. She loves children and highly values their innocence, as hers was taken from her a long time ago. She’s also a massive airhead and pretty naïve. She may look scary (and she is) but deep down she just wants to be treated like a person, and thus is why she fell in love with Triton, the first person to do so in years. She became super protective of him ever since she started to realize her feelings. She doesn’t have much of a relationship with Marigold outside of mutual respect. On the other hand however, Ana completely DESPISES Onyx for her selfishness and ego, even though Onyx doesn’t feel the same way and sometimes just likes to annoy her. Ana also has c-ptsd

#landofunsainted #lore #characters #Marigold Magnolia #princess onyx #prince Triton Thalassa #Anastasia S Mororz

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jar-of-ectoplasm · 3 years

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Reverse Demon Slayer AU

a/n: a demon slayer au my friend and i were talking abt a bunch last week and i wanted to share it with you guys :))

like literally the au is just the demon slayers are the demons and the demons are the demon slayers it's prob been done before but still here it is besties (the hashiras turn into the 12 kizuki, the trainers are like the ex-kizuki members [like kyogai])

Genre/Warnings: Demon shit, body horror, just kinda creepy stuff cause the demons in Demon Slayer look busted most of the time, mentions of blood, gore, mentions of violence/death, religious stuff (gyomei)

~Giyuu Tomioka~

-Stays in the forest near a lake

-His voice echoes, kinda like how a siren's would. Since his voice is very calming and can go pretty far out, it lures a lot of people into his lake

-Blood Demon Art: Can create "reflections" of the demon slayers he's fighting out of the water in his lake. Every hit they land on Giyuu's version of them just goes straight through it since it's made of water but it's able to actually hurt the slayer (basically giyuu just makes little water minion to do his bidding)

-Would be very attached to the demon who turned him (which is Urokodaki) and would be absolutely livid if anyone managed to kill him

-After your encounter with an ex-kizuki member, you started hearing a strange voice echoing through the forest in front of you. Mistaking the man's calls as cries for help, you venture further into the forest not knowing you were walking into your death.

~Shinobu Kocho~

-Her eyes look just like a fly's, but instead of red they're purple

-Has pincers on the sides of her face

-Blood Demon Art: Can spit acid up to 5 feet (like an assassin bug) and if she manages to bite you, she can inject venom into your bloodstream with her freak ass bug tongue (like an ant)

~Sanemi Shinazugawa~

-The top half of his outfit would be tied around his waist (like how Susamaru had hers)

-The scars on his body would become mouths, and each mouth also has a voice so whenever Sanemi speaks it's like there are several voices speaking at the same time

-Blood Demon Art: Can literally take the their from a person's lungs and suffocate them. A demon slayer can't use their breathing technique if they can't breathe, right?

-Doesn't wash the blood off his clothes and he keeps the swords of the slayers he kills as trophies

~Tengen Uzui~

-Each dot on his face tattoo would become more eyes

-His three wives would change every so often because they're kidnapped female demon slayers

-Blood Demon Art: If he gets even the tiniest cut anywhere on his body, he'll be able to emit an incredibly high pitched sound to disorient his opponent

~Muichiro Tokito~

-Blood Demon Art: Creates a mist that, when inhaled, fogs the person's memory; making them forget what they were doing completely so he can easily attack them

-Honestly, he thinks killing the Hashiras Muzan sends after him is a chore, so he usually stays in the Infinite Fortress

-When he does go out though, he doesn't stay in one place for too long so he can avoid the demon slayers as much as possible. He doesn't want to waste energy on killing low level children

~Obanai Iguro~

-Pretty much a naga, the bottom half of his body is a serpent's tail

-Can unhinge his jaw to take some big ass fucking bites out of people

-His eyes can look in two different directions at the same time, making it hard for slayers to land a good hit on him

~Mitsuri Kanroji~

-Main territory is the red light district, she lures men into her little place and eats them

-Blood Demon Art: Similar to how Tamayo can force someone to tell the truth using her demon art, Mitsuri is able to attract people to her. No one wants to hurt the person they're attracted to, so it would make it easy for her to kill them.

-The prettiest demon Hashira by far, pretty much everyone else looks like some horrible grotesque creature

-She always tries to keep the clothes of the men she kills clean so she can give them to the girls in her house. Even if they are human, she still cares for them greatly

-Is the cleanest demon Hashira as well. She doesn't like making a mess of her room just to clean it up right after

-Mitsuri also likes to try different recipes with the men she eats. Having them raw just isn't as fun as cooking them herself

~Kyojuro Rengoku~

-Blood Demon Art: Similar to Esidisi from JJBA, he can make his blood boil. When the slayer manages to get a hit on him, his blood would splash on them and burn through anything it touched. The temperature of his blood is on par with lava

-Looks the most human out of pretty much all the demons, but something just seems very off about him

-When you're fighting him, he's stone faced until he gets bored of you. His smile just looks way too big for his face, and the amount of teeth in his mouth are far beyond what it should be

-Doesn't have eyelids so he literally never blinks

~Gyomei Himejima~

-Would be dressed as a traditional Buddhist priest/monk

-He kills demon slayers to "help them atone for their sins"

-Main method of killing would be using his rosary to choke them out, sometimes since he doesn't really know his own strength their heads pop off

-He cries blood instead of tears

-Blood Demon Art: Can make his blood as hard as diamond so the demon slayer would be unable to cut him on the first try, so he would be able to take advantage of their shock and kill them

~Tanjiro Kamado~

-Blood Demon Art: Just the same as Nezuko's, since they're siblings and all that

-He had come from a family of demon slayers, and after getting turned into one himself they all tried to kill him (except for Nezuko)

-Wears a muzzle only when Nezuko is around other demon slayers. They have to keep up a charade, but it's so hard to control himself sometimes and that's when the muzzle really helps

-His favorite part of the body is the heart. When he was human, everyone always saw him as kind and innocent but when he was turned he was seen as the complete opposite. He hopes that consuming the hearts of other people will return his old kind-hearted personality

~Nezuko Kamado~

-Nezuko followed in her parent's footsteps by joining the demon slayer corps, but instead of trying to find a cure for her brother she gets information and passes it to Tanjiro and the demon Hashiras.

-Nezuko ended up taking Tanjiro away from the bloody ruins of their home, and on their way down the mountain they ran into Giyuu who instructed them to go to Urokodaki so Tanjiro would be safe

-Has killed demon slayers who have seen her interacting with the demon Hashiras. She has to keep her record clean to climb the ranks and to help Tanjiro at the same time

~Zenitsu Agatsuma~

-Would lure people into a trap by guilt tripping them into being alone with him

-"Could you please help me? I lost my gramps, but I can't see him anywhere. Will you help me find him?" and then they'd get bodied

-Always avoids killing innocent people or new demon slayers. He feels so bad for taking their lives away from them, but sometimes he just can't help it

-He'll style the female demon slayers hair after he kills them so they can be just as pretty as they were in life when they get to Heaven

~Inosuke Hashibira~

-The boar mask would become his actual head

-Instead of duel wielding swords, they would be some big ass fangs that he swings around to impale demon slayers

-Inosuke fights dirty. He'll snap his jaws at you and laugh hysterically when he manages to take a chunk out of your arm

-Actively seeks out demon slayers to kill. He never kills regular people because they don't put up a good enough fight for him

-Eats every part of the body, including the bones

~Misc Characters~

-Kanae was a spider-esque demon and cocooned people in her webs to feed a young Shinobu and Kanao until she was killed

-Kanao was human-turned-demon by the sisters

-Urokodaki is an ex-kizuki member and all of his trainees are now the demons in the Final Selection

-the Fox Children, led by Urokodaki, are merciless to any wannabe slayer that comes into their forest looking to make it out alive. Most of the demon slayers that make it out are nearly dead or had ran straight through, not even trying to get a kill

-the Fox Children wear the masks because their faces are incredibly fox-like (think like, mid transition animorphs cover)

-Nobody knows what Urokodaki's face looks like, but based on his mask that's for the best

~General Stuff~

-In this au, the demons actually stick together and the demon slayers work alone which makes the Hashira Kizuki way fucking scarier than they already were

-And because these demons work together, they're all going to hold grudges against certain demon slayers

-When Kanae was killed, the demon Hashira went apeshit, especially Gyomei. Pairing his strength and horrible blinding rage at the fact his coven lost a very important member, every slayer he kills within the first year of Kanae's death die in horrible ways.

-Imagine following the directions your dove gave you to an old, overgrown sanctuary secluded in the mountains. The moonlight does little to illuminate your surroundings, but one thing you do see is the mangled body of your fellow demon slayer hanging from a tree. The only thing keeping them together is their spinal cord, and the impossibly large hand holding their head to a branch.

-The Hashiras are all extremely savage and violent, rarely ever sparing a human life. (sometimes Shinobu or Kanao might feel bad and spare a small child or elderly person, but other than that nobody is safe)

-Crows would service the demons, and doves would service the demon slayers. Everyone is always wary around crows because nobody knows whether that particular one belongs to a demon or not

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer au #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny headcanons #kny au #kny x reader #there are too many characters to tag them all #demon slayer hashiras #demon slayer main four #kny hashiras #kny main four #i might write for demon hashiras and demon main four who knows #i hope y'all liked these cause my friend and i had a lot of fun making this!!!

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redrobbingabank · 3 years

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The Mercenary

Sam’s comm came in just in time: make yourself scarce. Purpled was pretty sure he was the only one to get it, but then, Sam had always had a fatherly approach to the teenagers on this server. He’d been counting over his materials near the casino. There wasn’t any reason he could think of for Sam to tell him to hide, but Sam was never one to panic easily.

Make yourself scarce. Purpled snorted from where he was, looking down at the device in his hand. He was a mercenary. His credentials came from being in the right place when things got interesting, and that was why he was in full netherite for the first time in weeks, crouched invisibly on one of the many balconies studding Quackity’s casino.

He watched the main road, fighting back a smile. There was a reason he’d become a mercenary, after all. The adrenaline flooding him was better than any drug.

It was then that he heard it. All the way out there in the mountains, because they were working exactly as they were meant to: the prison’s sirens. The smile slowly fell from Purpled’s face. On the ground below, a pickaxe fell from Foolish’s hand. Fundy froze. Slime, who’d been talking to him, looked over in naive curiosity.

Minutes later, the reason Sam commed him became clear. Quackity burst into Las Nevadas like a typhoon, wild eyed and red faced. His beanie was halfway on his head. Never before had Purpled seen him truly unhinged.

Unconsciously, Purpled crouched a little lower.

“Everyone! Get in the casino!” Quackity barked. He ran a hand through the hair sticking out, spinning as he took inventory of who was there. “Goddammit, where the hell is Purpled?!”

“I––um––I haven’t seen him,” Fundy stammered. Slime, unfortunately, was looking directly at Purpled. Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit keep your mouth shut you green blobbly motherfucker…

“Slime?” Quackity’s voice was harsh. “Do you know where he is?”

There was half a second’s pause. Then––

“Nope!” Slime chirped. “Dap me up!”

“Fucking––we don’t have time for this!” Quackity hit Slime’s hand away from him. Purpled watched Slime’s smile dim just a little, saw Fundy flinch, saw Foolish press his lips together like he was holding back a reprimand. In the distance, thunder boomed faintly. “Just––get inside.”

Quackity led the way inside, and Purpled thanked DreamXD that the window behind him was open. He climbed up and perched in the frame. Quiet, maniacal laughter floated through the air up to him as Quackity, back to the group, composed himself. Then he turned around.

“I’m guessing you heard the sirens?” he asked, still shouting. Everyone nodded. “Yeah, you all know what that means. Because Sam didn’t do his job right, Technoblade and Dream have escaped!”

Everyone had already guessed, but it didn’t stop the gasps. Purpled looked over his shoulder. Pandora’s Vault was too far away to see, but he was caught watching the place it would be if he were closer. It was supposed to be secure. Guess that was bullshit.

“Anyway––” Quackity threw his hands up “––We need to be ready. Dream will attack, and he will come for us first. I don’t give a shit what you were working on before, put everything into defense. Fucking hell, I’m gonna ask again, does anyone know where Purpled is?”

Again, heads shook. Slime wasn’t grinning anymore, gaze fixed on the floor.

“Fuck. Fuck. Okay, Fundy, go look for him.” Quackity waved in Fundy’s general direction. Fundy looked on the verge of a panic attack, but he turned and ran out, calling for Purpled as he raced down the street. Purpled returned his attention to the casino.

“Alright. Alright. Okay. Sam’s securing the prison and looking for Dream. Foolish. Get building some goddamn walls, alright? I want them tall, I want them strong, and I want them to be able to withstand a fucking tank, alright? Slime, just… you know what? Stay with me. You still know some stuff, right? Tell me everything you know about Dream, Technoblade, and DreamXD, got it? Go.” Quackity hit the table for good measure.

Without saying a word, Foolish went for his chests. A raindrop hit Purled’s cheek. He glanced up; in the time since the meeting started, storm clouds had gathered. He glanced back down at Foolish. His eyes were glowing faintly gold. Purpled wasn’t sure he even knew he was doing it, but that wasn’t important right now.

He took one last look at the casino. Quackity had a book out now, pen in hand. A maniacal laugh escaped him. “Shit’s about to fucking go down, Slime,” he said. Why did he sound happy?

It didn’t matter. Quackity was right. Shit was about to go down. As for Purpled? Now was the time to get the information and make good on the fact that he’d never signed that citizen contract.

He readied his trident, aiming for the SMP’s central portal. Technoblade had escaped too, huh? Well, it was time to go find out what he’d been up to.

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fic #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #dream #quackity #purpled #fundy #foolish gamers #Slimecicle #las nevadas #pandoras vault

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thewildeclub · 4 years

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Top 5: Poems? Poets? Short Stories? Nonfiction Works? TV Shows? Movies? Tropes You're a SUCKER for? Scents? Songs? Albums? Hobbies? Quotes? Artists? Joyful Memories? Out of Body Experiences? Supernatural Creatures? Myths? Places You've Been? Places You Want to go? Anime Betrayals? Food and Drink? Things You're Proud of? ~H4P

Oh how I enjoy an exercise in self realization. Hoe 4 Poe, thank you as always. Click below to read the answers.

Poems?

1. Paula Becker to Clara Westhoff by Adrienne Rich

2.A reporter from New York asks Edith Mae Chapman age nine what her Daddy tells her about the strike by Diane Gilliam

3. A Stone, a Leaf, A Door by Thomas Wolfe

4. A Woman Waits for Me by Walt Whitman (nsfw)

5. Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

Poets?

1.Diane Gilliam

2. Jean Toomer

3.W. B. Yeats

4. Mary Szybist

5. Theodore Roethke

Honorable mentions: Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton

Short Stories?

1.The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

2. A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor

3.Fern by Jean Toomer

4. The Ugliest Pilgrim by Doris Betts

5.The Possibility of Evil by Shirley Jackson

Nonfiction Works?

1.97 Orchard: An Edible History of Five Immigrant Families in One New York Tenement by Jane Ziegelman

2.How to Be Victorian by Ruth Goodman

3.The Letters of Thomas Wolfe

4.Damned Women: Sinners and Witches in Puritan New England by Elizabeth Reis

5. Ladykillers by Tori Telfer

TV Shows?

1. The Hour (I could write essays about this gd show. I’ve rewatched it a few dozen times)

2. The X Files

3. Miranda

4. Orphan Black

5. The Haunting of ________

Movies?

1.Stay (2005)

2. As Above So Below

3.The Prestige

4.The Awakening

5.Stoker

Tropes You're a SUCKER for?

1. Unreliable Narrator

2.Unhinged Women

3. Historic Horror Mystery/Adventure

4.A good plot twist

5.Someone patching up someone's wound (points if the one doing the patching up is ignoring how terribly in love they are)

Scents?

1. The Ocean

2. Mulled Wine

3. Pine forest

4. Lit matches + Burning logs

5. Fresh Linen

Songs? (this is my top 5 EVER according to Spotify)

1. Pretty by DON BROCO

2. Charon by Keaton Henson

3. I’m Always Walking As Someone Else by American Murder Song

4. Sweet Talk by The Killers

5. Feel Real Pretty by Paper Idol

Albums?

1.Technology by DON BROCO

2.Ugly is Beautiful by Oliver Tree

3. Remedy by Son Lux

4. Murder Ballads of 1816: The Year Without Summer by American Murder Song

5. Dead Mans Bones by Dead Mans Bones

Hobbies?

1.Rubber stamp making

2.Gouache painting

3.Bullet journaling

4.Cooking

5. Letter writing

Quotes?

1. “These mountain women take a lot of killing” - Thomas Wolfe

2. “I lie in bed and write letters. I give myself completely in every direction. I want nothing, and I want for nothing. I have whole afternoons at home. I am lazy. I enjoy it. I cannot make an effort.” - Anaïs Nin

3. “The first clear thought in years: I refuse to die” - Marya Hornbacher

4. “ Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” - Zora Neale Hurston

5. “Demons have faith, but they tremble.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Artists?

1. DON BROCO

2.Oliver Tree

3.American Murder Song

4.Son Lux

5.Keaton Henson

Joyful Memories?

1.Sitting in a rented out theatre to watch Goonies with my friends and family for my 27th birthday

2. Seeing England for the first time from the plane

3. Reading at the College of Psychic Studies

4. Seeing DON BROCO for my 26th birthday

5. Driving up to Maine by myself in my own car

Out of Body Experiences? (I haven’t had any of these. Lots of near deaths, but no OBEs)

Supernatural Creatures?

1.Sirens

2. Ghosts

3. Selkies

4. Faun

5. Maenad

Myths?

1. Block Rock Angel War

2. The Saco River Curse

3. Circe’s Island

4. Pied Piper of Hamelin

5. Orpheus and Eurydice

Places You've Been?

1. College of Psychic Studies (London, UK)

2. Brighton Pier (Brighton, UK)

3. Arcadia National Park (Bar Harbor, ME)

4. Harvard University (Boston, MA)

5. Indianapolis Union Station (Indianapolis, IN)

Places You Want to go?

1. Anatomical Museum at the University of Edinburgh (Edinburgh, UK)

2. Garden of Bomarzo (Bomarzo, Italy)

3. Undershaw (Hindhead, UK)

4. Mary King’s Close (Edinburgh, UK)

5. Winchester House (San Jose, CA)

Anime Betrayals? (its been too long since watching it to name them and give them justice)

Food?

1. Tomato soup with burrata

2. Avocado and goat cheese on a everything bagel

3. Bread and butter

4. Smoked salmon and cream cheese on a rosemary and thyme bagel

5. Cheese board especially with camembert

Drink?

1. Sweet dark red wine

2. Gin and Tonic with lime

3. Chocolate milk from a diary farm

4. Sweet creamy coffee

5. Sparkling water

Things You're Proud of?

1. I’m pretty proud of this exchange for sure. I thought it would be frivolous and only be liked by 5 peoples, but more people do and its made me so proud to call it my own.

2. I’m proud to be alive. For multiple reasons, I thought I would be dead by now so to be alive and hungry for life is incredible.

3. I’m proud of investing time and hard work into myself and my interests.

4. I’m proud of not giving up on my dreams. Its not happening currently, but I am trying to work on it everyday.

5. Finally I’m proud to know so many interesting, beautiful, fascinating, and compelling people, like you.

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blissfulseptember · 7 months

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Stumbled across your blog and stayed for “unstable mountain siren” YES.

I do be singing about some unhinged bs in these here hills on the regular. Welcome friend 🧜‍♀️💞

#glassyarse #answered

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jesheckah · 3 years

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Working on an Aiden / Jaskier Fic

After the mountain Jaskier let himself be free, let his soul soar and spread wings of misery, tinged with a slight touch of freedom. He wandered from town to town, singing songs he had never shown before, hissing angrily in the night after he finished that his audience was not the one he craved. He drank, gambled, and lived his life to the fullest, embracing everything that life had to offer in order to smother the dead feeling that Geralt had pushed deep within his heart. Some nights it was still too much. It was then that he would sit with dead eyes, playing with his dagger and singing to himself, melancholy songs filled with a slight touch of madness, more carnival tunes than ballads, too sharp and bouncy to be truly sad, too low and wanting to be truly happy. It was these songs that drew the interest of another Witcher, one whose own madness was also tinged with pain and punctuated with breathtaking moments of unhinged glee.

Aiden happened upon him by chance, wandering the lonely streets of a far off port, well away from the lands that Geralt found himself in every year. A quick kill on his latest contract had him in a good mood, his feet taking him places he didn't plan as he sought out something to soothe the too sharp edge of his post-kill haze. He didn't realize he was following the sounds that felt like a siren's call until he was at the docks, watching from atop a shipment of barrels as the small part-human flicked a knife and took swigs off a rope wrapped bottle. His body seemingly suspended by a single rope between posts, swaying to and fro with the melody he was crafting.

#rarepair #the witcher #fanfic #in progress

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pantstomatch · 5 years

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Author meme

Author Name:

skoosiepants! Or SkoosiePants, which is what I used to be on FA, but they’re basically the same thing, only one is lazier and more me.

Fandoms You Write For:

I’ve still got one foot in Teen Wolf but I’m also branching out to Harringrove. @lissadiane tried to get me excited about winterhawk so we could be in the same fandom, but while I’ll read some of it, I’m not really into writing superheroes. But that’s ok! Because I will always read everything she writes anyway.

Where You Post:

AO3! and occasionally on Tumblr, but that stuff gets moved to AO3 too.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

I only have one, and I don’t think it’s so much a multi-chapter story as it was kind of a finished story and then I got talked into writing a second chapter:

We Should Become More Adventurous - Werewolves are the kind of horror you only find in books and movies and gay porn, so forgive him for being a little slow on the uptake.

Favorite Story You Wrote:

I don’t even know. I mean, currently maybe Risky Business?? Because it was such a fun season rewrite.

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

OH man, the last one I posted, it’s doomsday on the other side of town, because it was a new fandom and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be received and, honestly, I still don’t know how it was received. Pretty sure only people following me read it lol.

How Do You Choose Your Titles:

Panic, search song lyrics, panic some more, choose random words, go back to song lyrics, ask @lissadiane... come up with something that eventually grows on me.

Do You Outline:

I do! When it’s long enough! I didn’t used to, but I like having at least a basic idea of how it’s going to end. So it’s probably not a traditional outline all the time.

Complete:

Currently on AO3: 198. This is sadly not my entire catalog as I have a few fics that languished alone on FA and at some point, apparently, will be migrated over.

In-Progress:

oh, I'm excited for this even if only @lissadiane will read it. It’s a Harringrove HP au lovingly labeled “bad news” and it basically completely random, starts with Billy’s mom’s funeral, has some werewolf Will in the middle, and then will end somewhere around Steve and Robin opening an ice cream parlor. I’ve got the first two parts done, and right now I’m writing Steve failing at Ministry jobs and getting drunk and moaning about his terrible life.

He tries to shout, Hargrove, but his voice isn’t working. He’s not even sure he could move, even if he wanted to.

And then Billy bursts out of the water with a gasp loud enough to echo, flinging his hair back like a motherfucking siren, and Steve is fairly sure he’s having a panic attack.

It takes a long, slow moment for Steve’s mouth to say, “What the fuck, Hargrove,” and his voice is so thready and weak he’s not sure Billy even heard him until he turns a smile with too many teeth toward him.

“Worried, pretty boy?” Billy says.

Steve swings out to slap the water with an incomprehensible yell. Billy lunges for him with a harsh laugh, and Steve stumbles as he scrambles backward, losing his balance and falling into the water on his ass.

Billy’s on him in an instant, hair dripping over his forehead, hands on either side of Steve’s hips. His stupid tongue is pressed into the corner of his mouth, his eyes are mean, and he says, “Come home with me, Harrington.”

Steve’s mouth is dry. He’s highly aware that people are starting to stare at them now. He’s pretty sure he heard someone yell, “Fight!”

He licks his lips once, twice, and says, “Why would I do that?”

Billy’s grin is still cocky as shit, but his eyes are a creepy blank that makes Steve’s skin crawl. He says, “Because my mother died.”

“Well, hell,” Steve says. There’s no reason for him to say yes. He’s gonna do it anyway. Fuck.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:

I got nothing. I need to finish this WIP before I start thinking about anything else or I’ll never finish it.

Do You Accept Prompts:

I do! I have some in my inbox. You are welcome to send me any, but I don’t pressure myself into doing any of them.... it’s entirely random what inspires me, but I like getting them all the same!

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:

Isn’t this... the same as the other questions???? but asked slightly differently????

Tagged By:

@villainny and I”m pretty sure @yodas-yo-yo

Tagging:

@lissadiane, @andavs, @swingsetindecember, anyone who hasn’t done it yet and wants to!!

#meme #author meme #my fics

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mermaidmafia-official · 4 years

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THE COVEN MEMBERS

BLOODMOTHER - an ancient blood sorceress, powerful and mysterious. ostensibly, the creatrix of werewolves as slaves to vampires. for the moment, she’s quite taken with her new lover, a woman she turned herself and seems to have an inexplicably intense connection with. @bebemoon

A FACE LIKE A ROSE - the newest member of the coven with a gross misunderstanding of the underworld she’s now a part of. but, for now, the sweetness of being doted upon by the bloodmother overshadows all else. igniting jealousy in some and fascination in others, she will be buried in the earth by her enemies- screaming for forgiveness- soon enough.

SLEEPING EVIL - she was put into an enchanted slumber a century ago by the bloodmother following a violent outburst that left multiple mortals limbless- and thoroughly bloodless. purportedly, her presence is still felt throughout the villa despite her constant comatose state. she has an attendant that keeps her fed in sleep, bathes her and brushes her long hair. / luxurious blood baths must include rose petals or else they are incomplete. and then after you can eat the blood-soaked petals as a sweet. death was lovely, everything now is delicious, and wouldn’t you like to fly into the red moon with me(at) ? / it seems to everyone in the villa that she’s on a constant blood-high, and it could be those blood baths that she soaks in for hours. it gives her hair the luster of a black pearl. @interluxetumbra

THE GIRL IN THE WELL - reportedly thrown down an old well by her parents on the night before she was to wed when they discovered that she had been bitten. there she remained for months, unable to claw her way out, slowly starving of blood but never perishing. she was eventually aided by a wandering holy man, but his heroism did little to save him from the blood-starved fledgling.

THE DEVOURER - a fifteen year old queen when she “died”, she has an innocuous look about her. however, she’s cannibalistic (other vampires included) and is kept under close guard by stronger coven members. she desperately wants to attend school to “make friends”, but has been forbidden from doing so with the fear that she would eat the students. the bloodmother keeps her sedated with spellwork, but eventually, she will have to do as she did with sleeping evil and put her to sleep…or perhaps chain her up and throw her in the middle of some unknown mountain lake where she’ll never be discovered.

MORETTA MASK - more nun than vampire, she keeps to her lonesome in the villa and dons a black moretta mask that requires silence in order to keep in place. the mask, black veils, and gloves are a part of her everyday attire. she speaks to none, and only if necessary, employs the use of sign language (lis). she imbibes blood sparingly and cries often of self-inflicted hunger pangs- the only time she makes a sound.

ЛЕДЯНАЯ ЖЕНЩИНА - soft and gentle as any vampire could be, she was found beneath the ice of the frozen baikal lake in siberia, russia with no memory of having been put there or even where she came from in the first place. yet, whenever she drinks blood, she receives vivid memories of her human life- it frightens her more than anything. she wears white, laughs easily, twirl-dances (in pools of blood) & sleeps in a sleigh bed in the shape of a swan.

HEAD & BODY - a head and a body, once together, now apart due to guillotining- but unable to die naturally since the victim was already undead when beheaded. head stays on body via a strong metal collar but very often they are separated- sick of one another. it’s safe to say the head would leave the body for good if it thought it could make do without and the body would do the same if it didn’t need the head for imbibing. anyway, they’re not the sort you want to tangle with.

REGINA UMBRA - in the past, following her “rebirth”, she lived in sea caves, and much like a siren of myth, lured sailors and pirates alike to their bloody dooms for the sake of her diet. it wasn’t until (after a century of living so) she was harpooned like an animal and brought ashore that she first laid eyes on “civiliasation”. she’s been a faithful servant of the coven since its inception- when it was only the bloodmother and sleeping evil. and like bloodmother, she’s well-versed in “sanguinem magicae” i.e. blood magic if one isn’t pretentious about it- however, she happens to be pretentious about it.

BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYE - if the rumours are true, her origins are in ancient china. she claims that her small, porcelain doll-like features garnered her much attention in her day, but after her creator tied her up by her ankles to drain her and then took her lovely left eye “as a prize”, she considered herself irredeemably marred- cursed and so enraged she could swallow her own tongue. however, a short but gory reign over her old hometown followed by a good piking of her much-loathed creator did much to lift her self-image. (besides, the glass eye with the ruby iris isn’t so bad- it’s fearsome.) but, recently, it seems she may not have finished the job all those years ago. @ayzrules

A COLLAR OF SPIKES - the sleekest motorbikes in the garage belong to her- the fastest cars, too. and the latex-iest skirts. but for all of her edge, she thinks of herself as a simple undead woman, seeking her purpose in the universe as a semi-god. in a life now gone, she was a devoted churchgoing housewife (without children but with a brood of cats to look after). now, in this second run, she’s determined to “live” fully, to wreak havoc, and have a laugh while she’s about it. @vampirkaninchen

FUNERAL FEAST - gloomy but will absolutely take your legs out from under you. she spends a great amount of her time enjoying traditional vampire pastimes like bursting into a cloud of bats, sleeping in a glass coffin like some sort of ghoulish snow white, and wearing arterial spray on most of her outlandish goth clothing. she has a twin who resides with another coven- evidently, they hate one another like the plague. they say their quarrel is over something small and long-forgotten, but given their unhinged vitriol for the other, it seems unlikely that the matter is completely forgotten. @blubbingbeautifully

#btr: characters #btr #fanfan's writing #if you need a name just ask !#c o m p l e t e

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eidetective · 5 years

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10 SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG :

——– EARTH - SLEEPING AT LAST. fault lines tremble underneath my glass house / but i put it out of my mind / long enough to call it courage to live without a lifeline / i bend the definition of faith to exonerate my blind eye / until the sirens sound i’m safe ——– HEEL TURN 2 - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. you found my breaking point / congratulations / spent too much of my life now trying to play fair / throw my better self overboard, shoot at him when he comes up for air / come unhinged, get revenge / i don’t want to die in here ——– TWO EVILS - BASTILLE. there are two ways to skin tonight / let’s see whose road gets there faster / this is a game, no wrongs, no rights / only a winner and a loser / you and i, oh you and i / we’re not that different, you and i ——– THE SPACE IN BETWEEN - HOW TO DESTROY ANGELS. all our blood lying on the floor / sense the crowd expecting something more / opened up, proudly on display / what we tried so hard to hide away ——– I APPEAR MISSING - QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE. feelings, raw and exposed when i’m out of control / pieces were stolen from me / or dare i say given away / watching the water give in as i go down the drain / i appear missing now ——– ARSONIST’S LULLABYE - HOZIER. all you have is your fire / and the place you need to reach / don’t you ever tame your demons / but always keep them on a leash ——– WHEN THE TRUTH HUNTS YOU DOWN - SAM TINNESZ. you can’t run, run, run / from a smoking gun / caught in the crossfire of the things we’ve done / there’s no hiding place / not a secret safe / what is lost will be found / when the truth hunts you down ——– BLOOD ON MY NAME - THE BROTHERS BRIGHT. there’s a reckoning a-coming / and it burns beyond the grave / lead inside my belly / ‘cause my soul has lost its way / oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid? ——– EPICURISTS - JACK IN WATER. in search of simple pleasures / we breathe, we bleed and breed / we know we are animals / believe in what we need ——– BEAUTIFUL CRIME - TAMER. we fight every night for something / when the sun sets we’re both the same / half in the shadow, half burned in flame / can’t look back for nothing / take what you need, say your goodbyes / i gave you everything and it’s a beautiful crime

tagged by: stole from @wrzne tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

#dash games.

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"...Selina..." He called to her absently from his dreams. Her voice could chase away the darkness that wished to engulf him, bringing him high above the dirt and into the high-mountains--so close to heaven. Bucky felt his head pounding uncontrollably as the waking world greeted him from the realm of slumber. A flare of light touching his pupils sparked a grimace of discomfort from the super-soldier who immediately closed his lids. "Ugh..." The grimace remained in place, etched as if it were carved into his rugged features made of clay. Discomfort and pain bombarded him in all places; his head pounded in with the mother of all migraines, his ears rang as if a siren were shoved into them, his stomach churned and rumbled as if he had eaten a bad burrito, his heart raced wildly in his chest, his skin felt soaked with both sweat and water. Most disconcerting, he felt his arms bound high above his head. He was stuck into a vertical position somewhere that smelled like a rain-forest with a pinch of death. A shudder wracked him as his eyes snapped open in recollection. Memories of the past few hours struck him with the force and speed of a train. He and Steve had come to Gotham looking for Selina. What they found was a strange woman with green skin and red hair...Isley...Ivy! Dread and anticipation wormed its way into his body. Blinking repeatedly, his sight slowly acclimated to the dimly lit interior. His gaze shifted frantically, his thick dark tresses wet as if he'd just been through a downpour. "Where the hell am I?" Bucky grunted out in confusion. He was surrounded by thick packets of green shrubs and a canopy of leaves belonging to the ugliest trees he'd ever seen in his life. Pale moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves above. He could see glass high up. The area resembled some sort of greenhouse that appeared to have grown beyond proper service. "Steve?!" Bucky called out, struggling to move. He was tied up to the bark of a tree by multiple veins that were wrapped around both his arms like rope. His legs...he couldn't actually feel them. "What?" Distress in his tone, Bucky looked downwards, his eyebrows synched with confusion. His legs appeared to be encased in some sort of wooden cast that was bolted to the ground. He couldn't move them...he couldn't even feel them. "What the hell is this?" He whispers, his dread increasing the anxiety and migraine he felt. Nausea came after and he suddenly felt the impulsive urge to vomit an acrid taste in his mouth. "I'm here, Buck..." A weak voice intoned from nearby. Bucky snaps his head towards his right, narrowing his eyes past a large net of veins where he could see Steve, also tied up like him. "Steve...Are you all right? Where are we?" Bucky asks, tugging on his binds again, but finding no slack nor pull. He felt worry stir inside of him as Steve delivered no immediate response. "Steve?"

"Your handsome friend is slowly losing his voice, Winter Soldier," Ivy taunted with heated malice in the depths of shadow; she was casually swaying her lithe and elegant curves towards a pool of yellowish liquid that leaked from the entangled veins above her. In a fluid motion with her hand, she filled a vial with an even amount, and pivoted on her bare feet, glaring at her latest creations of the transformative serum. Her listless eyes were deadened with hues of raven with flecks of searing queen swirling in her depths as she advanced closer to where Bucky was rooted. She was beautiful to stare at but deadly to claim a touch. Her long and flowing mane of scarlet hair draped over the paleness of her neck, and tattered dark green was garbed over exposed flesh, making her appear untamed by nature. She was a harvester of men's souls. An unrelenting and murderous siren that lured her victims to become dormant vessels to reproduce her life blood. Poison Ivy, a conjuring mystic of flora and botany. In her previous lifetime, she was a pristine doctor of herbology, used her skills and obsessions of plant growth to create restoration serums, enhanced with plant sugars. Through the prestige betrayal, she injected with a lethal toxin that came from the very plant she fought hard to preserved. Instead of becoming an infectious plague devouring her immune system, the components were intensified to counteract with her blood, turning her into a mutant hybrid that could absorb poisons and effectively kill her victims with a simple kiss. She became an unhinged monster, soulless with a heartbeat and vengeful. Gotham was her garden of mayhem and harvesting; so many innocent people served her morbid desires by feeding her plants and the result was gruesome. She was locked in Arkham, after killing Carmine Falcone's son; during her time of rehabilitation, she discovered that one heir of Falcone's bloodline unknowingly survived --an elemental beauty and skillful thief of shadow-Selina Maria Kyle. The last piece to sate her unsettled revenge. In seconds, she was standing in front of the roguishly handsome beast machine ensnared in her veins, regarding him with a cold and inhuman gaze as she parted her shapely lips and spoke with a cool breath. "I have no use for men dressed as soldiers, I could have just fed you to my baby over there, watch your body dissolve, but you and Captain America will suffice as my vessels." She smirked wickedly, tracing a finger over the pronounced dimple etched in Bucky's heavy, stubbled chin. "What's happening right now is the first stage of metamorphosis, it will take days for you to fully mutate into a tree, don't worry you'll live in an enteral sleep."

"You're crazy lady. Whatever you think this will do, don't think we're gonna just take this lying down. Brooklyn boys don't give up without a fight," Bucky grounds out with a defiant glare at the destructive and daunting Gothamite villainess. He remembered Selina's stories about the eco-terrorist that terrorized the people of Gotham with her mutated plants; dubbing herself as mother nature and a superior breed over humans, he was familiar with people of her ilk. Despite the tremor of unease he felt at her harrowing intentions for both himself and for Steve, he refused to show fear or intimidation. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. He was defenseless to her control, but he would resist her thrall. He had to if he was to have any chance of getting out of this.

"You think I have you trapped here just to play in my garden?" She hissed with a spiteful edge, her dark embers met Bucky's frosted blue eyes shadowed under wolfish tresses. She receded a step back, watching the sculpted flesh of his thighs solidify into thick roots, that were starting to pulse fluid into the ground. A deviant smirk played on her lips, as she leveled him with soulless intent, before removing a golden heart shaped locket -- a cherished symbol of his everlasting love to Selina from her ripped black jeans. "I know what boys love, beautiful little kittens, well except this kitten of yours has tainted blood of murderer...Daddy's spawn." She clenched her hand into a fist, squeezing the chain, evident to her muted rage. "I thought killing Falcone's son would extract that bloodline, but then, I discovered that Selina is that bastard's child. Her mother was shot down by Falcone's men, to never allow that truth to be unearthed. So now, I have to bury that beautiful Gotham rose...Who knows her blood might purify the roots of this rotten city."

For a moment, Bucky felt all the pain and discomfort in his body evaporate as a boiling inferno flooded his veins. Rage shook his restrained body, setting his pale blue orbs alight with intended malice as he throws his upper weight forward towards the plant mistress. "Stay away from her!" He growled, missing Ivy's head by mere inches as he intended to bash his skull against her own. The impulse to wrap his cybernetic hand around her neck was unshakable, but the veins held him firm and his legs were immovable barks of wood in the ground. His hips jolted in agony at the applied pressure which nearly caused him to spasm from the shock. Panting, his hung sideways, his sneer never leaving his face as he bore the visage of a caged animal. "You go near her and I'll kill you…"

"I would love to you see try, but that's not going to happen, the serum flooding through you veins is concentrated in it's purest form, your body can't regret the process. In days your flesh will harden into the bark of a Siberian Pine." Remaining grounded in her impassive stance, Ivy drove cold intent of her dark onyx eyes, gazing at the chrome plates of his cybertronic arm that would soon by dismantled. Her cold hand traced over the arcane Kevlar straps of his tactical vest, while her stare trained on Steve. He was glazed in feverish sweat, immobilized and groaning in volumes of unbridled agony. His spangled uniform ripping against the expanse of rigid bark overtaking his chiseled and broad muscles. The swell of his full lips tightened into a grimace, as his helmet was slowly unfastening by the strain of his defiance clenching in his bruised jaw. He was rapidly devolving into inanimate form. "As for your friend over there, I think he's about to grow into a stronger oak-a rooted sentinel of America." She chuckled up her throat, purposely swaying the capped vial inches from Bucky's scowling lips. "If I pour this last batch of serum over him, the transformation will complete and your dear Captain America will sleep forever in my garden."

Bucky’s anger dissipated only to be replaced by apprehension for his best friend. His turbulent gaze shifted between Steve and the vile serum Ivy dangled in front of him tauntingly like a lash ready to be used. He knew that they were both helpless and at a disadvantage; something they were not quite used to in their line of duty. From the looks of Steve’s condition, he rightly guessed that the Plant Lady gave him a lethal taste of her lip-stick to keep him weak and at the mercy of the transformation she had begun to force onto them. The fleeting question of why she hadn’t seen fit to do the same to him brushed through his thoughts before he let it fade. Tightening his jaw, he did his utmost to suspend the dread and unease in his voice as he considered. “Leave Steve alone. He has nothing to do with any of this. You want me to get to Selina—then you got me. Just…stop.” He softly hisses with clenched teeth. Begging never suited him, but he couldn’t afford to gamble with Steve’s life.

The devoid of coldness in Ivy’s unblinking dark eyes reflected no mercy. she dismissed his bargaining plea with a twisting vicious sneer and shifted her murderous focus on the imprisoned blond super-soldier. Her morbid obsession to mold humanity and masculine beauty into dormant life was infectious; Captain America was a stalwart Adonis, perfected with a Spartan body of chiseled bulk, he carried an unrivaled and raw strength in his veins--nectar of the gods--and restoration. Her collection of flora hungered to feed on his essence. She desired to harvest him, make him a vessel to extract the serum into the vines of her creations. Nothing--not even a friend’s surrendering heart would obstruct her from delivering life to her precious ‘babies’. She reached down and lifted up one of Steve’s torn boots, holding it leveled to Bucky’s enraged steel-blue eyes., and hissed out her words of malice. “You think it’s that easy to let him go, your friend’s time is limited. He’ll fully transform into a pure tree of infancy, the dosage I injected into him as we speak is moving rapidly, blood will harden and so will his tears.”

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