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singmeyoursimpsong · 2 years

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uh ok steddie headcanon time ! Today's special guest: and they were roommatessss

Modern au EMT Steve and Horror Novelist Eddie as roommates! (I'm thinking Chicago, aged up into their late-20s, early 30s).

Eddie trying to figure out the logistics of a particular gory scene, and having an "aha" moment - why not ask Steve?

Eddie: *tentatively, since they don't really have a relationship past cordial-roommate* "Hey, uh, Steve?"

Steve: *watching tv on the couch, shoving his face full of popcorn after a long shift* "...yeah?"

Eddie: *sits down on couch, arms crossed* "So I know you've had a long day..."

Steve: *now not watching tv, popcorn pushed to the side, a bit confused* "Shit - did I forget to start the dishwasher again? Sorry about that, it's been a hell of a day -" *starts to get up*

Eddie: *head shaking* "No no! You did remember, no, uh, I was actually going to ask a question related to your job...?" *voice goes up at the end, seeing Steve's reaction before continuing*

Steve: *the tension in his shoulder dissipates as he plops himself back onto the couch* "Oh yeah. Go for it. Shoot." *resumes popcorn-eating*

Eddie: *lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in* Awesome! *all of a sudden slides a pair of readers onto his face, pulls out a thick notebook with hand-written notes and hand-drawn diagrams from seemingly nowhere* "Yeah, so I have a question about beheadings, like, I theoretically understand just how much pressure and just how sharp a blade would need to be for a clean cut, but what about with a dull weapon, and would the person doing the beheading need to get a running start?"

Steve: *pauses, waiting for the punchline... then realizes that Eddie is dead (haha) serious* "Alright how tall are we talking? And what kind of blade are we using?" *full mouth of popcorn* "-cause I've seen some fucked up shit with those Japanese katanas - never, ever get on the wrong side of a guy who has ornamental swords on their walls - and don't get me started on focal and guillotine lacerations from machetes - *another mouth of popcorn, head shaking, eyes wide* " -those blades are crazy"

Eddie furiously takes notes and asks several (very good) questions that surprise Steve. Cue this becoming a somewhat regular occurrence, where Eddie asks Steve whether particular killing scenes seem realistic. Steve is impressed with Eddie's thoroughness ("It's gotta be good, Stevie. It's paying our bills..."), and Eddie is amazed at Steve's limitless knowledge of bodily injuries ("Class of 2008. Senior year shaped me into the man I am today, Eddie").

Their easy, newfound relationship turns toward something more the day that Steve doesn't understand the particulars of what Eddie is asking him, and instead asks to show him. Steve has his own aha moment while on his back and a butterknife to his neck, arms pinned to the floor above him, with Eddie smiling manically above him. They both have their own aha moments then, Eddie and Steve.

#steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve and eddie #bisexual steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #stranger things au #well I spent two hours on this instead of my coding homework #you're welcome #just needed to get this out of my head #enjoy!#ps if you know anything about spatial autocorrelation then pls help me w my hw #i beg of you #a little gory #blades #Eddie is a writer #steve is an emt #eddie and steve as roommates #and they were roommates

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 1 year

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In case someone out there has never encountered a goose, and is wondering if they really are that terrible, well…

…Yes. Yes they are.

#my kid took these by the way #wasn’t even fazed #which I mean kudos there because I would have been traumatized for life #just looking at it afterwards was sufficient nightmare fuel #as I was proudly shown this #just smiling and nodding and wondering wtf #sometimes you forget all your past encounters with geese and then this gets shoved in your face #you’re welcome #I did see some hyenas in a zoo catch a goose once though #they were excited little puppies for the next ten minutes as they tore that thing apart #honestly it was kind of cute in a bloody gory morbid way #time to go reread some soulmate goose of enforcement fics #those things are hilarious when you have this kind of image running through your mind the entire time #geese tw #not batfam or dc related #yet #it could be if we try hard and believe in ourselves #wouldn’t be the worst thing to get thrown into the blender that is dc fanon #I’m sure we can get some geese to fit #Damian’s got room in his heart and backyard surely

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ferronickel · 3 months

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Looking Glasses Page 72

<- Prev First Next -> Website

Don't worry, they're half skeleton (on their mother's side). Next page Monday, February 5th. It's a good one. @bleakoutlo has cooked up a super cool feature exclusively for the website! Go check out Page 60 and then click through to Page 61 and watch what happens!

#deltarune #looking glasses #utdr #deltarune comic #ralsei #lancer deltarune #the bird's nest titan #ferrousart #cw: blood #(kinda)#don't worry I promise our new friend isn't going to be super gory #they've just got a skeleton and some feathers and a little purple fluid in between #(if only we could all be so lucky)

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stareyedsheeple · 2 months

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happpyy birthday ^_^ shout out "bon" you little freak

#the walten files #twf #''bon''#spectre bon #white bon #twf bon #OH ALSO #uncanny #idk if it rlly counts as like. gory. but. yeagh #shes my silly little rabbit.....#my art #id in alt #face horror #<- remembered that tag existed yaayy

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romeavethinker · 3 months

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when i think about my headcanons for shadow knights, in my mind it's a lot of fun to emphasize the undead part of them, as well as how torturous the maturation process of a newly birthed shadow knight to a fully-realized one could be. the call is an idea i like to ruminate on as well.

laurance talks early on about how being a shadow knight effects his thinking. he hesitates less, and is more inclined to selfish, spiteful thought patterns. i like to think of this being the ebbing tide of the call carefully drawing in and out of the consciousness in increasingly powerful waves. it grows from tiny whispers in the back of a shadow knight's mind into a violent cacophany that boils beneath the skin with terrifying urgency to be let free the longer the knight rejects it.

as for the physical state of being a shadow knight, this is where the emphasis on the necrotic aspects i was talking about comes in. i take a lot of inspiration for my shadow knight headcanons from the novel "hell followed with us" by andrew joseph white. in that book the main character, benji, has been forcibly infected with a disease (referred to as "seraph", the book covers a lot of christian religious themes) that is slowly, over the course of weeks, turning him into a monster. it's essentially like his body is rotting into becoming something new, and the visceral, monstrous imagery and the way his slow evolution from boy to beast is described is very similar to how i picture becoming a shadow knight feels/looks.

here's some relevant excerpts from my copy of the novel for those who haven't read it. the highlighted lines are the parts most accurate to my headcanons of shadow knights (content warning for descriptions of gore):

i kind of like the idea of shadow knights (like laurance) that didn't complete their transformation ritual and/or reject the call and stay in the overworld being punished by their own body with a slower, more agonizing transformation than if they simply accepted their new undeath and killed who they're supposed to in order to reach their full potential.

however it happens though, it's never pretty. a shadow knight's "true" form (when they activate their powers) reeks of sulfur and death, when they grow in size it sounds just as sickening as it looks, spasming limbs and ripping flesh with the deafening noise of crunching bone and tearing ligaments. smoke and something like ichor both pour from their nose and mouth. if irene is light, life, clear water, and cool, solid quartz and marble and gemstones then a servant of shad would, of course, embody the opposite. i suppose by that description you could also draw a comparison between shad/shadow knights and the desolation/the lightless flame from the magnus archives, if anybody is familiar with that show as well.

anyways im rambling, i just needed to word vomit all these ideas since i wanna talk more about my headcanons on here rather than just character analysis posts lmao

#i normally hate gory headcanons bc it always feels like ppl are just trying to make things edgier but like #shadow knights are literally undead #in that vein little side hc that i couldnt find a place for in this post: shadow knights run super hot but have no heartbeat.#they also dont need to eat— food all tastes like ash in their mouth #sorta like ghouls in tokyo ghoul #augh do i have any ORIGINAL hcs??? whatever #read hfwu tho its genuinely very good if you like visceral horror and the mc is transmasc + the love interest is an autistic guy #aphmau #mcd #minecraft diaries #aphblr #shadow knights #shad the destroyer #laurance zvahl #brainrotting (headcanons)#cw gore

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coulsart · 3 months

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HMMHMMHMHHMMHHH - i am a horror artist

#couls doodles #vellen #SHE IS SO NASTY #it will be a little gory but ill tag properly i promise #BUT IF THATS NOT YOUR THING/TRIGGERING FEEL FREE TO GO I WONT BE MAD #i know its not what i usually post

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endlessnightlock · 2 months

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I scare easily lol, but how about Hitchhiker from the horror prompts?

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I know horror isn't the most popular genre in the Everlark fan community, lol, so I kept it pretty mild.

A-Z Horror prompts

(if you like weird stuff, send me a prompt from the list, fam. This is the only one I got so I'm open to more!)

The guy in the interview room says he's Peeta Mellark. He's not carrying identification, and his prints aren't in the state or federal system, so he could be anybody. I don't know if he has a reason to lie. He's young. Looks like shit. My first thought was junkie, but his eyes are clear.

The kid can't keep his leg still. I say leg, singular because he only has the one. I know that detail because my report states that when Peeta Mellark was brought in, the upper right-hand portion of his blood-soaked jeans was torn away, revealing a prosthetic leg attached well above his knee. Now he's in county-issued scrubs. We were out of sweats and T-shirts. He's not under arrest. He has no wounds, no scratches or caked skin under his nails, only the beginnings of a large bruise on the side of his face. And a story that can’t be true. Can it?

"Your leg a recent injury?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

The kid shakes his head, never breaking stride with the leg. None of that blood on him was his. I know that. I'm just trying to get him talking.

"Childhood cancer. I lost my leg maybe twelve years ago. Good thing, too. If I'd just got the new one attached, I wouldn't have got away tonight. Took a while to get used to it," he explains, patting his left leg. "Wasn't the fastest runner to begin with. My ma says I stomp around like a bear."

He's rambling, but it's understandable if there's an inch of truth to his story. "Lucky guy. Well, Peeta, let's get directly to the point. I looked over the statement you gave Officer Leeg and watched the interview. I have some concerns."

Peeta meets my eye. Despite the jackshit he told Leeg, I'd swear he's not on anything. "I know it sounds crazy---"

"Yeah, it does."

"You should've been there," he said. "Do I have to tell you everything again? I'm, ah, I'm about to pass out or something. Haven't slept much the last few days."

"No, that's alright. Just answer a few questions if you wouldn't mind."

"Do I need a lawyer?" He asks, leg finally stopping.

"It's never a bad idea. But we're not figuring you as the perpetrator at this point. I can call you a public defendant if you want."

"Nah."

"So you told Officer Leeg that at approximately seven p.m., you were out on Highway 12, looking to hitch a ride. Never a good idea, you know that, right?" I add for good measure. "All kinds of things are liable to happen, as you well know."

Peeta shrugs. "I don't have a car. Still have places I need to get to."

"Ever heard of Uber?"

"Got to have money for that or at least plastic. I'm a little short at the moment."

"Seems like your ass just dropped in from Jupiter or something."

He laughs. Starting to loosen up. "No, I'm not claiming an alien abducted me."

"No. No mention of that. Let's go over what happened again, alright? I'll read over things and just ask questions where I feel it's warranted. So you're on Highway 12 with your thumb out when a Chevy truck, mid 80's model, you think?"

Peeta nods. "Tan and white. Decent shape. Some rust."

"And inside the truck's cab were three young men about your age. They had dark hair and an olive complexion, you said."

He squints at me. "Yes, they had a similar look to yours. Do you have many relations around here?"

"A Lot of us look alike in Seamtown. There was probably lots of inbreeding in the old days."

Peeta laughs, and I wink at him.

"Kidding. We're backwoods, but all of our DNA strands don't match. So back to your statement---these fellas offer to give you a ride."

For someone who said he was too tired to relay the whole story again, Peeta dives in head first. "Yep. There was no room in the cab, but the bed was empty. Was riding with them maybe half an hour before things started getting weird. It was really dark before Gale, the driver, flipped the headlights on. Seconds before before he slammed on the brakes. I about jumped out of my skin when something bounced off the front of the truck. I figured it was a deer. Lots of deer on the move around here at night. He didn't give me time to look around, just started arguing with the other two fellas---his brothers I think---before pushing the pedal to the floor. Seemed in a big hurry to get away. Anyway, he cut the headlights off, so I didn't get a look at what he hit with the truck, but whatever it was didn't look like a deer."

Now we're getting to the first interesting part of Peeta Mellark's statement to my officer: the part where it sounds like Gale Hawthorne (it's a small place, Seamtown) and his younger brothers involved themselves in a hit-and-run on Highway 12.

"So we've gone about five or so miles down the road, I guess, when Gale swerves to the side of the road and comes to a stop. 'This is as far as I can take you,' he said. He sounded frantic. 'Hop out.'"

"He never got out of the truck. It's black as pitch by now, and I'm not excited about being left alone on the side of the road, but after what happened earlier, it doesn't take much convincing to get me out of the truck bed. Something feels off, and I'd rather part company with them before anything else goes wrong. If something bad happened, they might be looking to get rid of a witness, I figured."

"So I hop out of the back of the truck and tell Gale thanks. He mutters something, then guns it out onto the road, and soon, the only thing I can make out is his taillights. I was still figuring out what I was going to do next when I heard it. Breaks squealing and tires screaming across the pavement, trying to stop fast. Then, that crashing sound, twisting, popping, tearing metal that makes you sick to your stomach."

I know exactly what he's describing. Been witness to too many accidents to get those sounds out of my head.

"Gale, he'd hit something else, and whatever it was, it was way bigger than a deer. I take off in a dead sprint towards the truck—at least as fast as I can run, thanks to my bionic leg. They're a good two or three miles down the road, but I'm fairly close when, all of a sudden, I'm not running on the road anymore—I'm off the ground. Feet dangling ten fuckin' feet above the pavement."

"I can't remember a whole lot after that, just the explosion when the truck's fuel tank blew. Whatever had me, some kind of huge bird, maybe some guy in a glider or something? dropped me onto the road, maybe 50 yards past the truck. That's when my pants got ripped. I don't know where all that blood came from. I'm sorry. I don't remember everything that happened tonight. Might have hit my head when that thing dropped me."

Peeta's brows knit together as his relay of the events comes to an end. "Chief Abernathy, can I ask you something? That officer I talked to earlier, Leeg? She wouldn't tell me what Gale hit with his truck when I was with them. I don't...I don't think it was a deer. It's driving me crazy. He drove off so fast, I can't help wondering if he hit someone with the truck."

I fold my arms on the tabletop and sigh. No reason to lie. the kid figured it out on his own. "Between me and you, we found a young woman in the location you described to us."

The color drains from his face. "Was she okay?" he asked.

There's a note of hope in his voice I hated to dash. "Nah, kid. She's dead."

His eyes glaze over, and he slumps backward as the reality hits him. "Hers is a sad story," I admit. "Second, hell, make that the third tragedy to happen in that family. The girl's parents died in a house fire. The oldest daughter was asleep in bed at the time. Fire didn't kill her but left burns across her whole body. Lost her mind. The county sent her somewhere for mental treatment---girl claimed she was some sort of mythological bird. Like a phoenix, but that's not what she called it. Happened a dozen or so odd years ago."

"A Mockingjay," Peeta said, turning to face the two-way mirror in the room. "I read something about her somewhere," he added casually.

I snap my fingers. "Yeah, that was it. Mockingjay. The girl disappeared from the facility one day. Katniss Everdeen. The young lady who died tonight was her sister Prim. You wonder how much a person can take without breaking all that death and pain. I don't know what Katniss would do if she found out about her sister's death on top of everything else."

"Maybe she already knows," Peeta says, his leg beginning to shake again. "Uh, confession time, I guess."

He waves his hands. "Not about anything tonight. I was at the facility with her, with Katniss. We kind of had a thing, I don't know. I left right after she disappeared. I didn't go home. I guess I've sort of been wandering around the area, looking for her since."

"Really. Odd that you weren't in our system, then."

Peeta rolled his eyes. "It was a physical rehab place, not drug detox. We weren't criminals. What happened to Gale and his brothers?"

I shake my head. "Gale's in the morgue. One brother with him. One in intensive care."

"Shit," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. "Christ. Hey, am I free to go?"

I stand. "Free as the wind. Just let us know before you head out of town. Do you have somewhere to go tonight, kid?"

Peeta nods. "Yeah, I think so."

When he stands I pat him on the shoulder. "Thanks again. I'll see if we have something else you can wear."

Within a half hour or so, we had Peeta on his way. I don't know where he planned to go, but I never saw him again after that. It was almost like he'd been plucked off the ground by whatever that thing was and put somewhere safe.

#endlessnightlock writes #this got a little weird but it's not gory #non-specific injuries #everlark fanfiction #modern a/u #horror a/u

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violent138 · 22 days

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"Gordon, you should get to the corner of first and Montgomery, we got a crime scene your buddy might be interested in."

Gordon glanced meaningfully at Batman, who slowly got up from his kneeling position on the ground, attention torn between the newspaper clippings the murderer had pinned to the wall and the detective. "I'll make my way there when I can, what's happened?"

"It's a fucking slaughterhouse man, Bats were pursuing the suspect and the killer took out a few of the hostages--"

"Slow down, what are you talking about? Batman's not--"

"One of them kids, Gordon." The deputy stressed. "It's a fucking disaster, Forensics almost called CPS."

"Oh hell." Gordon breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. Batman turned fully to stare at him, concern flaring even behind the mask. "Which one?"

"Hell if I know, kid's just standing here all drenched in blood, hasn't said a single word the entire time." The deputy exhaled raggedly. "I gotta tell you, it's starting to get a little--"

"You need to go, Montgomery and First," Gordon mumbled to Batman, pressing the phone to his vest. "One of the kids got to his latest crime scene, and..."

Batman didn't hesitate for a second, sweeping down the hall and out, the fastest and loudest disappearance Gordon had seen yet from the man.

"Evans, shut up and hand over the phone to the kid," Gordon ordered, pressing the phone back up to his ear, hoping he could offer any kind of comfort before Batman got there.

#I'm bored and deprived of my usual outlet of torturing characters in poorly written fics #*shrugs*#The angst of this little snippet was a hell of a lot more gory and worse #but I've decided to restrain myself until school's over #idk #mini fic?#batman #jim gordon #batkids #bruce wayne #I really don't know how to tag this so if anyone has suggestions lmk! and I shall appropriately fix

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markantonys · 7 months

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THE WHEEL OF TIME | 2x08

#wotedit #wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #rand al'thor #mine #wot show spoilers #cw: violence #cw: gore #i don't usually gif anything gory because i'm too much of a wimp to look at it for that long #but THIS gifset had to be made #my little baby's off to destroy people and it is Hot

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 10 months

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John Wick AU Pt 3

Lena's reign is not easy.

Many welcome the gradual changes she enacts and the manner in which she rules as Queen-- with a firm grip of support and equity, rather than Lex's tyrannical fist. But there are some who resent what it is Lena tries to do.

As one of the newest yet largest American crime families to emerge in the last decade, Morgan Edge is gunning for a seat at the High Table. But as he sees every change of Lena's eroding the iron hold of High Table on the rest of the community, he sees the power of his prospective seat eroding with it.

In the end, he devises a bold plan-- eliminate Lena and assume her role as Monarch over the High Table. But with the support Lena has among the families, he has to go big or go home.

During the annual convening of the High Table, he waits for night to fall and the festivities to begin. It's unusual for the Monarch to join in the dancing, but Lena is young and full of desire. She pulls Kara in for a dance, their bodies moving together in the sinuous beat of the music.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kara sees a flicker of movement, preceding a glint of a knife plunging towards Lena's ribcage. She thrusts Lena out of the line of danger and turns to sparta-kick the man in the chest, sending him flying the time Kara turns to check on Lena, she finds her lover has already pulled knife (previously disguised as a decorative comb) from her hair and slashes at another assailant.

Though they manage to repel the attacks, and the rest of the crowd has begun to react, any further attempts to safeguard Lena comes grinding to a halt as a stinging smoke fills the room.

The room spins and tilts around Kara as the gas begins to take hold. Unconsciousness creeps in at the edges of her vision as she reaches for Lena, only to stumble before they can make contact. She falls hard to the floor, joining the unconscious bodies around her. Her limbs won't respond, and it's all she can do to keep her eyes open as figures in black enter and begin to shoot into the piles of fallen bodies.

A massacre.

Treason.

Kara meets Lena's paralyzed gaze, only to watch helplessly as rough hands grab Lena's limp form and haul her up. The last thing Kara hears before blackness takes her is a deep voice above her.

"Don't worry-- you're coming too."

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Kara wakes hanging from chains. A quick glance at her surroundings brings her a modicum of relief-- Lena is within seat, disheveled but whole where she slumps in her own manacles.

"Lena," Kara calls, hushed at first but then louder. "Lena!"

Lena rouses, eyes blinking open with a groan. Green eyes meet hers and the tension bleeds from Lena's shoulders in equal measure-- they're not out of the woods yet, but they're together.

Before long Morgan Edge himself enters their prison, looking smug and satisfied.

"Your Majesty," he all but crows. "You're not looking so hot."

"The families won't stand for this," Lena declares, chin high and uncowed. "You murdered them as you will likely murder me-- they will not follow you."

Edge smirks. "They don't need to follow. They just need to heel. And now that they know the extent to which I will enforce my authority, I imagine that'll be rather easy."

Motioning to his men, he snaps his fingers. "Get her down," he orders.

As two men approach Lena where she slumps on her knees, Kara sees the moment Lena chooses to strike. With a growling shout Lena swings her feet around, taking her weight on her arms as she lashes out, catching the first man unawares as she sweeps his feet out from under him.

She then slams her feet into the second man's chest, sending him staggering backwards. But her resistance is shortlived. Kara shouts in warning as a third man approaches with a cricket bat in hand, but Lena is helpless to avoid the swing towards her ribs.

Bones snap as the air is knocked from Lena's lungs. Kara bellows a curse, foul and searing but ultimately ineffective. As Lena gasps for breath a folded cloth presses over her mouth and nose, until her struggles slow, then cease.

Lena's head lolls on her neck as Edge's men grip her by the arms and unlock her shackles. All Kara can do is watch as the goons plunk Lena on her knees in front of a kneeler not unlike that she knelt upon to take her vows-- only this one is crude and wooden, with shackles fixed to either side.

There the men secure Lena's wrists, keeping her bent like a condemned woman baring her neck for the headsman. Only Edge isn't here for Lena's head-- he's in for much bigger game.

"Oh, don't worry," Edge assures Kara, who still yanks against her chains. "It's just a mild paralytic. She can still hear and feel everything."

With another snap of his fingers, a cellphone appears in the hands of one of his men, and another places the hilt of a knife into Edge's palm.

"We're live, boss," the camera operator grunts.

Edge grins, dark and sinister.

"Behold!" he says into the camera, sweeping his arm towards Lena's bowed figure. "Your mighty and beloved queen, on her knees where she belongs."

"You violate the rule of the High Table!" Kara shouts. The camera turns towards her. "Even if you ascend the Throne, you will rule nothing."

"Even your precious Luthor knows that this world cannot exist without a fist to rule them. It has been too long for them to know anything else. But don't worry, I will be there to show them the way-- or else they will all burn."

Edge turns then to Lena, flipping the dagger lazily in his hand. The camera follows him.

"And now, you shall all bear witness to the coup de grace-- the abdication of your once and futureless queen." Morgan comes to a stop astride Lena's legs, her back squarely before him. He sweeps her hair to one side, exposing the brand on her neck.

"She thought this brand would protect her," Edge drawls. "And now, I will carve it from her flesh."

He does exactly that. The knife slices a square around the brand, then works an edge beneath one corner, deftly carving through dermis and tissue to lift the sigil from her skin.

Lena only twitches in her bonds, keening in agony as the knife does its bloody work. When the flap of skin pulls free with a crunch of splitting gristle, Kara howls.

"I'll kill you! I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Edge only laughs, flapping his prize in victory. "You won't survive the day," he informs her calmly. "But I'll make sure to kill you first. I wanna see her watch her bitch die."

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The goons string Lena back up in her chains before they leave. Kara twists in her bonds, struggling to keep her lover in sight.

"Lena," she gasps. "Lena!"

"M'okay," comes a slurred mumble. Lena's head doesn't lift, all but lifeless where she hangs.

"I'm going to kill him," Kara cries, tears pouring down her cheeks. "I promise you I'll kill him."

It's not a promise she makes lightly, but Lena's response comes low and sharp.

"No."

Kara falls still, panting, but calmed by Lena's characteristic surety.

"He's mine."

#supercorp #john wick au #it gets a little gory below the cut #just a heads up

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