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rivashi · 2 years

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deceived

synopsis: he’d punished everyone and anyone that dare lay a finger on you.

pairings: ???!matsukawa issei x afab!reader

genre(s): NSFW, DC, SMUT, slight angst? (idk, maybe if you squint), thriller? to wholesome, eventual fluff, established relationship, medieval fantasy!au, timeskip!au, porn w/ plot | scenario

cw: 18+, MINORS + AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS DNI!!!, sacrifice, mentions of religious themes (kinda? idk), implied kidnapping, tied up, mentions of murder + death + corpses + blood (obviously), implied deliberate massacre, GORE [via decapitated head], minor character deaths, manipulation, yandere, size difference, monster fucking, consent, gentle to rough, public, clothed, marking, groping, nipple + clit play, oral [f receiving], cunninglingus, fingering, praise, multi orgasm [f], overstimulation, squirting, petnames [dear, darling, love, good girl], implied multi rounds.

wordcount: 3.0k holy shit, my longest fic yet

note 1: my application for the honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! by @crybabycrisis a.k.a my 1st collab piece in this new blog <3 and special thanks to @karamfilmare for beta reading <3 thank you, moni !

note 2: this is heavily inspired by the games; subnautica, subnautica: below zero, and shadow of colossus !

note 3: ironically despite the cws, the actual smut part is admittedly quite vanilla.

Today was warm and bright.

The Sun beamed brilliantly as you basked in its heat, breathing in the distinct scent of the air instead of the accustomed whiff of the chilly weather. Several eyes bore into your direction, and those within hearing range spoke in hushed tones to themselves, either completely ignorant of the fact or purposely doing so.

Call it a hunch or instinct, but you are always most certain you are the subject of their sneaky glances and hush whispers. Especially whenever you are accompanied by the villager's Elders, their gazes harden. As much as they try their best to hide it behind their fake innocent smiles— you knew they were telling gossip about you.

Rumors of this caliber quickly spread like wildfire around your close-knit community. In every community, there was always a person that spoke behind closed doors, and that person was… her.

(R/N) disliked you. She openly admitted it to a fellow villager behind your back whenever she thought you weren't listening. Perhaps, she even hated you for being favored by the Elders. Perhaps, she despises how you were exempt from the physical labors because of it. Therefore, she was the perfect person to get information on the ruckus earlier.

So, you wait…

Spending the rest of the afternoon in your hut, face buried in a book after cleaning the tiny space. The constant ticking of the clock on your wall mildly reminded you of how much time has passed. You remain seated in your lounge, waiting for the surroundings to darken like you've always had – this time to sneak out to gather intel instead of visiting your boyfriend.

You expertly stepped out of your hut without a sound, heading towards a specific location. The skies were littered with a veil of clouds, making it easier to creep up to your destination: the Leader's hut, where the adults have their meetings at midnight. The bushes gave you plenty of cover to stand near an open window as you listened in to (R/N) carelessly informing the Council about the severe problems caused by the God in the sea.

You knew of the God who resides in the sea. Colossal Emperor, as they call it. You've heard stories from the Elders of its large stature and how it can cause rainstorms every time it resurfaces above the sea. You found the tale intriguing, as terrifying as it might sound to a child and the other village folks. You'd always visit the beach where the said God surfaces, hoping to catch a glimpse when it does.

You shook your head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "There's only one way to stop these constant rainstorms, and I suggest we bring an offer." She proposed.

"We can't. We have limited cattle and crops." Countered by another.

"How about a human sacrifice?"

"That's inhumane! Everyone has a role in this village—"

"Besides one." Everyone fell silent, and you immediately knew who she was referring to. "She hasn't contributed to this village like the rest of us have. She served this village for no purposes besides entertaining the Elders."

What she said was the truth. Although, advantages were keeping the Elders company, such as being favored by them and being exempted from physical labor. They were not the ones in charge of this village's community. It was the Council and their Leader, Irihata Nobuteru.

"I agree with bringing an offering for the Colossal Emperor, but," Irihata started, "we mustn't stain our hands with murder." The rest of the Council agreed with the Leader's statement, and there was a slight pause before he broke it. "How about we vote on which approach we should proceed with?"

"Who votes for bringing an offering such as food, cattle, and so? Please raise your hands." Several hands raised their hands, but it was clear that the majority would vote for the next option. "Since the majority didn't raise their hands, is it safe to assume that everybody agreed to offer a living human?" Everyone nodded.

"Let us hope this sacrifice will suffice. We can't afford another rainstorm if this fails." With that, they ended the meeting right there and then.

The following morning came, and two women from the Council were in front of you. It was really quite a sight to behold, watching them squirm and stutter at your front door as they attempt to explain your circumstances that you already knew. The shame and guilt on their faces bring you slight solace for your own sake. You didn't dare interrupt them nor ask for an explanation— you were sure they'd give you pointed and disapproving looks.

The whole village knew you were orphaned, which is why you were close to the Elders, as they were the ones who raised you as their own. Additionally, they knew you didn't have any lover they knew of – making you the perfect sacrifice to offer for the Colossal Emperor.

"… when?" You simply ask, looking down at the ground as you clenched your hands into fists while trembling slightly. A mix of emotions swirled through you: sadness, confusion, frustration, hopelessness, and… rage.

"Tonight, at sunrise." You nodded sadly in understanding before closing the door with a soft thud as you slid down against the door with your hands on your face. You knew it would eventually come to this – it was in a human's nature, after all. To simply discard those who aren't helpful to them. You just didn't know; it would be this quick for them to throw you away.

You spend your morning reflecting on your time here at the village, reliving the memories you shared with the Elders. In the afternoon, you visit them and say your goodbyes after informing them of your fate. These people were the ones who became your parents and family, especially Granny Aoi. You decided to stay there, giving them one last memory before you ultimately disappear from the village and their lives.

Night came faster than you anticipated, and you quickly sneaked out of the Elder's hut when they least expected before walking towards the Leader's hut and knocking on his door. He opened the door, revealing his relatively short yet large build.

"Yes?"

"Just in case, can you promise me that you'll evacuate the Elders and children, taking them as far away as possible?" Your abrupt request seemed to have taken him by surprise. It was unexpected. "This is my only condition."

Irihata reluctantly agreed to your favor, and you left him be for the night. This interaction, however, gave him an unsettling feeling in his gut. It was… as if you knew something that he doesn't, and he can't seem to pinpoint it. Your words stay with him, haunting him until he finally gives in. Irihata woke the Elders and children, telling them to leave the village immediately and to hide in a large cave within the forest until further notice.

Meanwhile, you walked down the beach to visit your boyfriend. This was located underneath a cliff just a few miles away from the village. The Elders have always warned you to avoid that cliff as the Colossal Emperor is said to snatch unsuspecting people there whenever he resurfaces. Yet, he never appears whenever you are there.

But you did meet him there whom you've met purely by chance. It was at night during one of the rainstorms that the said God would cause, and yet, you didn't see a towering monster – what you saw was a man in the water, staring off at the cloudy skies above. You learned that his name was Matsukawa Issei. You're not exactly sure what drew you to him in the first place – he was mysterious and brooding from a distance. Still, with you, he was easy-going and always managed to make you laugh somehow.

A smile forms on your lips as you spot him leaning against the edge of the docks with his lower half submerged in water. "Is it finally the day, my dear?" He asks with a toothy grin when you reach him, and you give a grin of your own in return.

"Indeed, it is, my love."

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The cold rain breeze made you shiver as you woke up, tied up on a wooden post that was promptly embedded into the ground. The rain trickled heavily, covering your surroundings in a thick mist. Despite this, you can still trace multiple silhouettes in front of you. Besides the crashing waves beneath you and the loud rain pouring, you could still make out a… prayer?

In your stunned state, it sounded almost like a ritual. But before you could recover from your daze – the post you were tied to suddenly spun around, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped in horror when you faced the cliff edge. The uneasiness in your stomach grows as you stare at your fate.

Will this be the end? Will this really be how I leave this cruel world by being sacrificed to a God I don't believe in?

A sting of pain on your palm managed to bring you back to reality – a warm liquid dripped down from your hand. You could almost whiff the scent of blood through the overpowering combined smell of the earthy soils of the forest nearby and the briny waters of the sea below.

Then, you and your companions hear the sounds of water splashing on the rocks underneath and accompanied by a low roar. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you came face-to-face with the humongous anomaly.

"Oh, Colossal Emperor, please accept this humble offering from us, and in exchange, would you be so kind as to ease these rainstorms?"

The creature brought up a clawed limb, tearing through your bindings, before picking you up in its hand and staring at you. The villagers below rejoiced by God's acceptance of their offering; however, they soon realized that the storm wasn't easing away.

Confusion was written on their faces as they watched the Colossal Emperor open its hand and see you stand on its palm with a triumphant smile. Their confusion slowly turns into fear as it lets out a deep growl when it inspects your wounded hand.

You dared lay a finger on her?

It spoke telepathically in their minds. The voice sounded of a male human with a deep and alluring tone. They could also hear the low rumbling noise from its throat as it raises itself more, showing its proper height to the people.

"We've offered you a sacrifice!" A council refuted.

It clicked its tongue. You hurt her.

"It was necessary!"

Was it? It chuckles darkly. How foolish of you to think I control these storms when I simply emerge when it happens? It paused for a second, letting its words sink in. A shame, really. You all could've lived but

Anyone that touches what's mine is punishable… by death.

The rain had ceased, and the sunlight shone brightly through the cracks of the clouds in the sky. There you were in your soaked and mud-covered white dress, standing eerily still at the center of bloodied corpses of the adults and former Council members – except one. You crouched down to Irihata's eye level, his blood-covered body trembled as he stared at (R/N) 's decapitated head at the front of his feet.

"Why?" He asked desperately and almost pathetically in a hoarse tone while looking up at you. You saw the immersed feelings of suffering and anguish in his eyes that were practically eating him alive.

You offer him a kind smile, making him almost forget the whole ordeal. "Because you deserved it, leader."

"For you, death is a mercy you aren't entitled to."

Again, your words echoed in his mind. A forever reminder of his failure to protect his people who were with him as he watched your retreating figure, leaving him there to wallow in his thoughts. You were practically glowing in excitement as you walked back toward your lover at the idea of your new lives together.

He again lowers his palm to the ground, just enough for you to climb onto it. Lifting it up to stare at each other, wordlessly communicating before slowly pushing his torso off the cliff, preparing to take his leave with you.

"Wait!" Irihata yelled, running to the cliff's edge and hoping to catch up on you before you left. But he was too late, both of you – you and the Colossal Emperor vanished with a massive splash before he could even reach the edge.

You two quickly arrived at your stop, just as hasty as you left. Matsukawa settles you down on a beach shore after roughly dragging you underwater. The wet smooth gritty sand beneath you clang onto your bare feet and in its crevasses, making you cringe at the contact before it was washed away by the tide.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You turn to face him, mirroring his twisted grin. "I still can't believe it worked." Although still towering over you like a predator, his current form resembles a human-sized scale and height

This, whichever form he took – either his monster form or his humanoid form, was the man you fell madly in love with and would do anything for him— even dirtying your hands with blood.

"You doubted me?" You gasped dramatically and playfully at his reaction, arching a brow in amusement. He shakes his head while chuckling, making you join him promptly afterward.

"No. Of course not, dear." He starts, "I didn't think it would be this easy. It went just as you told me, step-by-step and bit-by-bit."

The early events were all a part of your plan. It started with a misunderstanding about being exempted from physical labor— you weren't, never was, and never will be. However, you planted a seed of doubt in them by letting them think that you are, and they fell right through your trap. The rest you predicted in due time, planting more lies to grow their hatred and pettiness towards you until it ultimately led to their demise.

Your thoughts are interrupted by his excellent hands cupping your face, making you look up and into his dark-colored eyes— only to be taken aback at the rare display of raw emotions: a mixture of adoration and devotion swelling in his eyes. Unable to look away, you watch him glance between you and your lips.

"May I?" You nodded, and his lips captured yours immediately, making you melt into him. The little, breathy sounds you made were driving him to his limit. He so desperately wants you. Teeth grazing slightly on your bottom lip as he sucks on it, fingers twined into your hair and clenching into a fist, tugging on it slightly and earning an airy gasp from you.

When you part with your lips, Matsukawa instantly shoves his tongue down onto you and expertly explores your mouth for the first time. You pull him closer, removing the little distance between you and him. You found yourself snaking your arms around his neck as his tentacles wrapped around your legs, effectively trapping you.

Matsukawa hurriedly untangles his tentacles around you, lifting you up in his arms with your legs securely hooked around his waist before carrying you over to a rock near the shoreline. He gingerly places you on the rather large flat surface. Goosebumps ghost on your skin upon contact with the rock's cool and smooth texture as he grinds his slightly opened cloaca against your clothed sex.

You whimper into the kiss before pulling away and looking up into his eyes with uncertainty and desire as he peers down at you. "You do not need to worry. Just relax, leave everything to me… Let me take care of you." He says, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face and pressing soft kisses all over it.

He starts rubbing your shoulders and arms just as you like it, making you relax and sensitive at his touch. You feel an unfamiliar writhing appendage slipped inside your dress, tugging at the collar and revealing your breasts to your lover while another pair grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs more to him. At the same time, he continues to hump against you.

His lips are now on your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and marking it with love bites. "Mine." Matsukawa said possessively, his lips trailing down as two tentacles groped your now exposed breasts with their suckers, pinching and tugging your nipples.

A gasp ripped from your throat as two more of his tendrils pried your legs apart by your ankles, making your dress hiked up to your hips. Exposing your soaked underwear to your lover's eyes for the first time. Another large one slithered around your waist, keeping you still, while a smaller one pushed your panties to the side.

Instantly, his mouth attaches itself to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man without a care. So pussy drunk on making sure your pussy is fully coated in his saliva. At the same time, he crudely groans, the vibrations shaking you to your core. His only focus is on you, the way you keen and writhe beneath him. Not caring about how obscenely drenched your pussy gets or how roughly you tug on the curly locks of his, practically living for it. "Such a pretty hole… So delectable." Heat rushes throughout your body as he mumbles praise after praise, making you forget your worries and nervousness. And only focus on the newfound pleasure you are experiencing.

His lips moved to your clit, sucking with his tongue. Flicking and twirling around the sensitive nerve, he plunged two fingers inside your entrance, slowly stretching you out. You were already pulsing around him while you let out unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. He felt you spasm, warning him of your climax. It only takes a few more thrusts to send you over the edge.

But he doesn't stop. Matsukawa continues ripping through orgasm and orgasm, again and again from you. It wasn't until you squirt from overstimulation that he pulled away reluctantly with what little resolved left in him. His longing eyes peer down to see your eyes half shut, your mouth open with drool on the corner of your lips.

"Don't fall asleep now. I'm not done with you yet."

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patchworkgargoyle · 10 months

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🌿 WIP Wedneseekend: hideous thing 🌿

Sorry for the delay on this, friends!! But, for @steves-strapcollection, @inairbinad, @spicysix, and @thefreakandthehair: a massive chunk of i recognise you're a hideous thing inside under the cut! Also tagging @scarcrossdlvrs for funsies <3

CW: semi-detailed description of the remains of a beheaded werewolf.

When they parked by the quarry, Robin insisted on staying in the car, even though Steve worried about leaving her by herself with a murderer on the loose. When she said she couldn’t bear seeing another dead werewolf, though, he couldn’t blame her and pulled the nailbat out of the back so she could keep it by her feet if the need arose. Honestly, Steve didn’t want to go either, but it was his job and Hopper was waiting. All he could hope for was to find more clues about who the killer was so they’d feel safer again. So Eddie was safe.

The trek out to Hopper’s location didn’t take long, guided by his nose through the sparse woods, lit by weak, late-autumn sunlight filtered through the overcast sky. Leaves and fallen branches crunched underfoot, the miles disappearing quickly as Steve trudged along as fast as he dared without breaking into an all-out run. He wanted this done and over with.

Eventually, Hopper’s scent–Marlboros, cheap, days-old cologne, and something that reminded Steve of Joyce’s house–grew stronger and Steve started to hear his signature grumbling and the scratch of a pencil on paper. Another hundred feet, and there Hopper was, standing between a smattering of trees in his Sheriff hat and khaki uniform. Deep frown lines etched into his face as he stared grimly down at his notepad.

“Hopper,” Steve greeted.

“Thanks for not sneaking up on me, kid,” he replied without looking up.

Steve shrugged as he stopped beside Hopper, seeing the latest corpse about five feet away lying in a puddle of dried-brown blood. This one’s fur was a mottled black and grey, and was, once again, missing their head. Claw marks at the neck matched those on the other body, reaffirming his theory that something had been wrapped around their throat to decapitate them while they still lived. The idea made his guts roil sickly and he swallowed back the nausea.

“Anything new?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking at Hopper instead of the grisly scene.

Hopper clicked his tongue. “Not that I could see. No clothing scraps either. Some scattered footprints, but the culprit knows how to clean up.”

That made Steve frown. “But that’s weird. Why leave the body here then?”

“My guess? Whoever it is wanted this to be found.”

Steve’s feeling of deep unease grew, and goosebumps broke out across his arms. “That’s bad news,” he said gravely, and Hopper hummed in agreement.

“Smell anything different?” At his question, Steve closed his eyes and sniffed the air, trying to sort through the different scents around them. Hopper, being familiar, was easy to tune out, along with the normal smells of damp decaying vegetation and faint musky animal trails of the forest. The iron-rich stench of blood and gore was strong, undercut with the beginnings of meat going off that made Steve grimace and his skin crawl.

There was some kind of… non-scent in the air. A strange void that should’ve been filled with something else, but he couldn’t pin it down. Each time he tried to hone in on it, it’d slip from his mind’s grasp. Frustrated, Steve sneered and crossed his arms, shifting uncomfortably.

“Something’s missing, but I don’t know what it is. I don’t smell Eddie at all though.” Steve didn’t miss the curious side-eye and the slight jump to Hopper’s eyebrows, but all Hopper did was hum again and flip his notepad closed. It took too much effort not to bristle under the look.

#wip weekend #wip wednesday #hideous thing sbb #steddie #steve harrington #jim hopper #werewolf!steve #stranger things #snippet #sav scrawls stuff

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gendervapor14 · 1 year

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DoflaminBROS Week 2023 - Day 7: free

here it is, friends. the last story for the DoflaminBROS Week 2023 event! i am a little sad, not gonna lie. i had a lot of fun trying new things and challenging myself with these!! this one used to be my favorite stories and then i impulsively decided to rewrite almost all of it 24 hours within posting so honestly it makes me more anxious than excited BUT i should stop rambling and present you with the final product! (maybe i'll get around to rewriting it one day if the mood strikes)

characters: doflamingo, rosinante, homing (mentioned) additional tags & cw: canon-plausible, angst, character study, mentions of injury and death, mild depiction of a corpse, referenced decapitation

thank you so so much @gali-la for beta reading all of these!! and extra thanks also go out to @chromatic-lamina for inspiring me with this prompt!! <3

Rosinante was always close to their father, but it wasn’t exactly his fault. He was too young to know any better. Still lulled by the warmth of an embrace, or spoilt fingers carding through tangled hair. He was too young to understand when Father spoke of freedom, he promised an empty paradise.

Homing wanted freedom so he could escape the Holy Land, so he could run from the people who called him heretical rather than face them, challenge them. Coward. Always a coward. He fell back on his putrid obsession and decided for whatever reason, the creature who knew freedom best was humankind. They would’ve had better luck settling in with a murder of crows.

Homing was a pissant because now, his dear impressionable brother was going to associate something as grand as freedom with this.

He wouldn’t talk anymore. Not after Doflamingo took up arms and their father’s head. The boy’s eyes were empty, like his brain had leaked from the cracks in his skull. Doflamingo did ask. He tried. Come home with me, Rosinante. My brother. My blood. All I have left. But his brother’s voice was lost. He clung to that corpse with something like resolve. A painful assurance. His motives were skewed, but the desire to fight lived bone-deep. Potential.

For now, the poor thing would just have to wait. He’d come back. He’d reap what they deserved. Freedom was here in the sky, in these strings carrying him back where they belonged. It was in his fingers, knuckles pressed to a cold scalp, to a compromise. An offer they couldn’t resist.

Rosinante would just have to wait. Doflamingo would show him the true meaning of freedom soon enough.

thank you SO SO much for hosting this event @opdoffyzine and @corazine !! i had a blast with this <3

previous entry here!

#DoflamingBROS2023 #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #donquixote brothers #genwrites

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gayandtrashy · 11 months

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June Doe day 14

@june-doe-event

Cw// minor gore and blood

The Cyclone was the real challenge of the annual fair, with speed and loops in a rickety little cart. The choir was about to hit the apex of the first loop-de-loop when a loud screech and thunk shook their ears. Before they could comprehend what was happening they were flying down the track without the cart, they were in the air.

Ocean's pov

This wasn't right. That wasn't a smart desicon. This was NEVER SAFE! Ocean's mind yelled, oh her brilliant mind, why couldn't it seem to remember a way to survive this could she survive this? She wasn't even a high-school graduate, she would never give the valedictorian speech she had planned since middle school. She'd never leave Uranium behind. The next thing she knew, she hit the ground and her perfect brain was shattered.

Noel's pov

He wasn't supposed to go out like this, in this place. He was supposed to die in France from alcohol poisoning and HIV! Noel wanted to yell, he had no chance of surviving here, in this situation. Sharpnel was slicing at him from all-around, there was blood in the air. Blood that was supposed to pricked on roses was falling with him like his hopes and dreams.

Mischa's pov

Talia. She was all the way across the ocean. She would never know why he never came. His wife, a widow before marriage. Mischa was angry, that was nothing new, but there was passion in this anger. He was dying without what he loved in a place that wasn't his home. Mischa's heart with so much left to give, stopped beating

Ricky's pov

He was flying, that was always his dream. He couldn't enjoy it though, his dream involved him being able to talk and walking without those stupid crutches. The crutches, they were still attached to him, not like he'd need them anymore, it will just help indetify the corpse. Ricky tried to look around, to enjoy his last sight. Everything was reversed. The boy with the most happening in his brain got knocked out by his crutches but not before the glimpse of a body falling with out a head, he didn’t want to think about which of his poor classmates got decapitated

Constance's pov

At least she wasn't dying a virgin. She had made one final big life accomplishment and it was that. The nice, innocent girl, was the only one dying without her innocence. The café would have nobody to run it after her parents now. She loved the café it had so many memories. And her grade level would be a lot emptier, would anyone care she left? Every good memory flew back to Constance, and they all took place in Uranium. Before she could think through what everything meant, all the hatred of the past months came brewing back too. The nicest girl in town hit the pavement without a nice final thought.

#broadway #constance blackwood #jane doe #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ocean o'connell rosenberg #ricky potts #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #tw blo0d

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mugenfinder · 2 years

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CW: Rapid Flashing (It's a KOF character edit, after all)

"Corpse" by Ahuron A decapitated, undead version of Goenitz who can manipulate his own blood.

His moveset is completely different from the original though some moves are similar with different effects. He doesn't have as much freedom as a real KOF character but he can do a lot of damage with little he chain together.

#Leoplod Goenitz #The King of Fighters #cw blood #KOF #m.u.g.e.n #Mugen Character #Undead #fgc #fighting games #Flashing Lights #tw flashing

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icharchivist · 1 year

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I don't play Gbf so what did Ferdinand do to deserve your hate?

i'll put the details under the cut but i think the cw will be probably telling enough.

Also remember gbf is a +18 game so when it tackles really heavy stuff, it's, really heavy, and detailed.

cw: child grooming, cannibalism, forced cannibalism, extreme child abuse, torture, manipulation.

honestly do i really need to go into details when you have this list.

and for the record, this is him:

I wish him the most painful of deaths.

He's the antagonist of the event called Marionette Stars, which centers characters who have been chosen by formidable weapons sent by the stars themselves, all associated to Western Zodiac Constellation. (the weapons are called "Vintage weapons" or "Horoscope")

Ferdinand's main motivation is to trigger series of events that would unlock the potential of all of the "chosen ones".

He first appears in Tikoh's story.

Tikoh was chosen by a healing staff that could allow her to heal stuff that couldn't be normally healed. After coming to her on the brick of death to test how well she could heal him, Ferdinand went to Tikoh's best friend's house, a young girl called Shannon. (young as in like, she must be 11 or something.)

He murdered Shannon's father in front of her, then, started going on about "being her new dad", and "and i already brought a well made dinner for you :)" before forcing Shannon and her mother to *eat the fresh corpse of the father*. You're privy to the whole scene in details, as he forces her to eat every single bit while forcing her to call him "father", making all sort of mentions about how they're really "taking the new dad *in* the family" and stuff like that. It's horrifying to read.

When Tikoh comes to visit Shannon later, and Ferdinand pretends to be the dad while both Shannon and her mom sounds hollow, she realizes something is wrong, and when the mother cries for help, Ferdinand decapitates her before stabbing Shannon who's screaming her lungs out.

Tikoh panics, Ferdinand sets the village on fire, tells her full blown that it's all thanks to her for having saved his life, and then he leaves. Tikoh tries to save Shannon's life but can't restore her body, so she tests the limit of her staff by linking Shannon's soul to her own, which forces her to relive all of the memories Shannon just had of the cannibalism.

Tikoh, and Shannon inside of her, have since been on a path of revenge against Ferdinand, unaware Ferdinand set everything into motion for them to fit the fate of their star sign, which is: Gemini, two souls in one.

When he will meet Tikoh later, he will constantly calls her Shannon and tell her "you've come to see your daddy didn't you <333" over and over again.

But it's not the only child Ferdinand ruined the life of.

Another child who also was chosen by a weapon was groomed by Ferdinand.

His name is Ragazzo. When he was a kid, his parents would constantly beat the shit out of him, to the brink of death, with the mom always healing Ragazzo just in time so his father could start beating him up again. We learn that it's because Ragazzo was not doing well in school and since his parents were noble folks, they thought he brought shame upon them, which is why they beat him up, over and over and over again.

Trying desperately to be loved by his parents, Ragazzo, then aged, what, 10?, got wind of a pair of magical fire fists, that he stole from his school in order to have better grades in magic.

when his parents learnt of the theft, they beat the shit out of him again so much so that it brought him near death, which led to Ragazzo snapping and starting a fire, which killed them both. Ferdinand appeared at this instant and hugged Ragazzo, telling him that his parents truly didn't understand him, and that *he* was proud of him, and would be here for him anytime.

being loved for once in his life, Ragazzo devoted his whole life to Ferdinand, desperate for the love of a father, even if it means committing all sort of crimes for him.

The twist? is that Ferdinand had infiltrated the school board and specifically sabotaged Ragazzo's grades, so they don't reflect actually his talents or anything, and then he went to talk to Ragazzo's parents and talked them into beating Ragazzo up. He's the reason Ragazzo's life was hell, because he set everything into motion so Ragazzo not only would snap, but would have such an undying devotion to him.

When we meet Ragazzo (now about 18), he's fully devoted to Ferdinand, committing murders for him if needed, and ends up genuinely shocked when two members of our crew, Feather and Randall, do actually try to bond with him and understand him. Feather in particular has this whole... ethos about how if he fights someone he can know what's in their hearts, and it's why he believes there's good in Ragazzo's heart.

Feather and Randall also respectively gets chosen by Horoscope weapons during this whole arc, and because of that, while Ragazzo is fighting to protect Ferdinand's castle, Ragazzo pushes himself to the limit and merges completely with his fire fists. The fists are no longer weapons, but part of his arms.

But because of the resonance between their weapons, Feather and Randall gets to see Ragazzo's memories and, after all three of them are exhausted from the fight, unable to move, they talk together and Ragazzo reflects about how those two are trying to connect with him.

It's when they're all unable to move that Ferdinand comes back into the room, and Ragazzo tries to justify himself, that he did everything he could, and Ferdinand hushes him, tells him he knows, that he's *so proud of him* and he did exactly what Ferdinand wanted of him.

Ie: merging with the weapon. Which is where Ferdinand reveals to Ragazzo that he was the one who set everything in motion. Before *cutting Ragazzo's arms in order to take the weapon back with him now that Ragazzo had awakened it*, while no one can move to stop him.

That's the moment the rest of our group, which included Tikoh, enters the room, and of course Tikoh is taken with rage and tries to kill Ferdinand. That's when Ferdinand starts to refer to her as Shannon and about how she must be sooo happy to see daddy again.

Before mentioning that Ragazzo's situation right now is going to kill him, and only Tikoh's healing powers can save him, so now Tikoh has a choice. Continuing her revenge and try to chase down Ferdinand to kill him, or save Ragazzo's life. "but i know my little Shannon. I know you cannot hurt people." as he says.

It's filled with rage that Tikoh has to accept that he's right, as she runs to save Ragazzo's life instead while Ferdinand is allowed to escape.

The story ends currently with Ragazzo being in a coma with us, while Feather and Randall are beating themselves up for how they couldn't protect him, while Tikoh is furious that her revenge escaped her.

We then learn that Ferdinand has an entire organization backing him up, which includes him having been keeping an eye on all of the possible chosen in order to trigger them and their powers in different level, including others members of our crew in general.

And he has multiple children who were picked by the weapons in his army, one of which who joined our crew to spy on us and betray us but ended up caring for us so much that now she's thinking about switching sides, and we learnt that her whole trauma that drove her into Ferdinand's arms to start with was also completely set up by the organization as well. (as a result she grew up with Ragazzo though so at least she's relieved at the possibility that both her and Ragazzo could have anothr chance away from Ferdinand). But none of those kids have stories as traumatic as Ragazzo and Tikoh.

And like i said. gbf is a +18 game. You see every single detail. It's not just "slightly mentioned", you WILL sit through the scenes of abuses and horrors with all the sounds effect that comes with it.

So personally i am hunting him down for sports. Out of all the antagonists gbf ever made, this is the one that unleashed such a massive amount of rage inside of me.

the Marionette Stars saga just really started last year, so we're doomed to see more of Ferdinand in the future.

I sure wish him the most painful of death.

The more you know!!!

#IM SERIOUS ABOUT THE CW READ THE READ MORE AT YOUR OWN PERIL #anyway i liveblogged this whole arc if you ever want to see this nightmare in motion #i loved this event and it doesn't help that every of the characters involved are some of my fav and all #but holy shit i WILL kill him myself if i have to.#the more you know!!#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging vinweap #anonymous

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i-cant-stop-fandoming-help · 1 year

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PaddedCell!Mikako, part 9

No more gore writing practice name!! it’s officially paddedcell!mikako!!

This one's gore writing isn't as good, because it's been a while since I last wrote gore... However, I've finally gotten rid of the burnout! I guess, talking about trauma that i've never told anyone, helped a lot.

Maybe the writing itself isn't the best, either, lmao

This one is 3 pages long, to make up for the lack of PaddedCell!Mikako posts.

This one hits two birds with one stone.

CW for decapitation, mentions of cannibalism, gore, hanging, limb removal, and the cooking of flesh.

Yuki sprinted down the halls, towards the kitchen. Akane had screamed- and not one of those “I burnt myself!” screams.

His feet hurt by the time arrived, but not as much as his heart as he saw what had happened.

Akane was hanging there, her limbs removed and the nubs in their place dripping with blood. Her eyes were still wide with horror, and her mouth was slightly agape.

He stumbled backwards, covering his mouth before freezing as his eyes saw what was boiling in a pot. Four long, peach-colored, limbs. Deboned and still dripping with blood. The bones were to the side, both cut horizontally. It looked like whoever had done this, had been trying to get to bone marrow.

Next to it, was a note. It read;

“Enjoy the meal! Prepped with love and traitorism.” That was the first part of it. That part was taped onto an unmatching note- one that looked like it was torn from a journal or diary.

“Taira and Maeda have been planning a killing game. I heard them talking. Maeda isn’t actually Maeda- his name is Utsuro, and he’s an ultimate despair. He’s working alongside Enoshima Junko.”

The ginger tensed, backing up and letting out a breath of horror. They knew.

“Bye, bye, maeda.” A somewhat feminine voice said from behind, and then he felt something slice.

His head hit the floor. How many seconds longer would he be able to see or think?

He watched as a cat-masked person stepped forward, past his beheaded body and to Akane. This person took her down.

So Kiyoka’s death wasn’t a one-time thing.

“If they think i kill in order of diary entries, I’ll be caught…” Mikako’s voice was the last thing he heard.

He shouldn’t have been able to see that long- a normal human would’ve been alive for 10 seconds. He was alive for 2 minutes.

Tsurugi walked through the halls, the smell of blood growing ever stronger. It was in the kitchen. There was no corpse he could see, but the pot on the stove was boiling over, and had some kind of peachy mush in it. Alongside it, was a cut-in-half bone and a note.

This one said;

“Maeda is suspicious. He walks off at random times and is always quiet when he comes back. I’ve seen him glare at everyone after they try to get to know him. He’s planning something, I know he is.”

This was like the crime scene of Kiyoka’s death. A room reeking of blood, a note… What was missing was the body.

Yuki better not be dead, was the only thought in Tsurugi's head as he looked everywhere for the body.

He never found a complete one. Only the head, inside a fridge. Yuki Maeda, the ultimate lucky student, was dead.

Footsteps were running down the hallway. “AKANE! AKANE’S DEAD, KINJO!”

Another body?

Tsurugi ran to the yelling person- Ayame- worry in his creased eyebrows. “Maeda is, too. Where’s Taira’s body.” Ayame gulped, looking past him into the kitchen. “She… She’s under the bleachers in the track field.” She shivered before continuing. “W…Where’s Maeda’s body?”

Tsurugi pointed to the fridge before sprinting away.

When he reached the bleachers, Akane’s body was hanging there. There wasn’t much blood under her hanging body, which was odd.

Kanata was already examining the corpse, a frown on her face.

“Inori, what do you think happened?” Tsurugi said, standing next to her.

She looked over with wide eyes before relaxing and huffing. “Well, the lack of blood here is odd. She did lose all four of her limbs. And, on her neck, there’s another set of rope burns and marks. Somewhat odd, but could be because the killer made a mistake. I also find it odd that the note here talks of food, but the body isn’t in the kitchen. We’re not cannibals, I’d think the killer would know this…”

Tsurugi hummed, folding his arms.

“Maeda’s dead, too. I found his head in the refrigerator. Something was boiling in a pot, and there was an open bone beside it. Perhaps her body was originally there.”

Kanata nodded in agreement, hesitating before changing gloves and taking the body down.

“KINJO! COME QUICK! IT’S AYAME!” Tsurugi tensed as Mikako shouted, turning around and running to her. In return, she ran back inside the school, out of his line of sight.

Mikako now out of his sight, Tsurugi had to guess where the new body was. So, he began running forward, only for something to hit him and his vision to go black.

#cw gore #tw gore #gore #Mikako Kurokawa #Tsurugi Kinjo #Yuki Maeda #Akane Taira #Kanata Inori #Ayame Hatano #danganronpa another #dra/sdra2 #dra #sdra2 #paddedcell!mikako au

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“Breached”

(CW: gore, lots of it)

Something for @anomalousalchemist’s Danganronpa x SCP AU

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The Chaos Insurgency building is quiet for once tonight.

Crickets chirped outside the gates. Cicadas were droning from the grassy plains and the sky shimmered with stars. Perhaps tonight was to be the longest this building has ever been quiet for some time if not for the two captives that intel had “borrowed” from their rival company.

The corridors have a hollow hum in its interior. Tonight, it was disrupted by the squelch of fluids followed by a shrill scream.

A burnt hand belonging to a soldier plopped down onto the ground.

Joining it was a spleen, a rib, and a foot twitching with little sparks of light. Two webbed hands slammed into the body’s abdomen. Bolts of bright lighting roasted it’s corpse to a crispy shade of black. Around the corpse’s neck was a pair of handcuffs that once held #7948 captive, aka the anomaly that the soldier had the balls to call a “wimp”.

The Iris of its one visible eye, the other hidden under its bangs, stared daggers at the corpse with a coy toothy grin.

Sirens screeched an ear-piercing signal that sent a torrent of militia rushing to the corridor.

Guns that were blasting bullets now clattered on hard titanium tilted floor

What echoed through the building was the warbled roar that belonged to the figure who dashed along the ceiling. It dodged the bullets that left dents along a neat line on the ceiling, slithering swiftly into an open air vent.

“Don’t stand there, jackass! Get th-“

Another soldier had his sentence cut short when a pair of dark green claws punctured the flesh of his throat. Rows of teeth yanked at his uniform before his body was ripped in half by the claws.

A few soldiers shot at the reptile as quick as they could.

Whatever bullets somehow hit its body felt like nothing more than the bite of a mosquito.

Its eyes—a haunting hue of yellow—flashed bright with infuriated bloodlust.

A swipe of the anomaly’s tail decapitated the heads of three other sentries that charged towards it.

Looking down at the squirming guard in its grip, #682 lifted him up high above the floor

It tossed the two halves of the body onto the floor. A loud “thud” echoed and the corpse was slathered in a pool of his own entrails. The fragrance of blood wafted through its nose, a familiar smell he’s fond of

#682 growled a nearby soldier that backed away slowly from it in attempt to catch off guard with a bullet.

A snarling noise forced her to look up above the open air vent oozing with a red sticky trickle of down-pouring blood.

Sasha leapt out of the air vent, sticking the end of its tail straight into the brain of the unsuspecting sentry, making her drop her gun as it electrocutes her.

It’s tail slid out to rip off the sentry’s head with Sasha taking a hearty bite out of the the abdomen of its limp prey.

Blood spurted out, drenching some of the soldiers so much they they can’t see.

It scampered off the body to go and rip out the jugular veins of another soldier trio among the clutter of guns collapsing onto the tiles.

As vocal cords were being torn left to right, another group of soldiers stormed in only to slip on the puddles of blood below. Multiple skulls cracked against the titanium while a few had brains split open from the impact.

Sasha dove back into the vent from before, a soldier accidentally slamming their face into the vent edges and squishing their face straight through the glass of the helmet.

Hiro unhinged its jaw to chomp a couple soldiers in half, gleefully adding onto the carnage of the hallway.

Sasha emerged out of the vent again in a flash of an electrical adrenaline rush, paralyzing some more soldiers.

Red flares of light harmonized with the blaring sirens from above. A fitting setting for the eruption of insanity that stirred within the halls. The Insurgency’s steel plated walls—once clear steel—now painted with splotches of warm viscera and broken bones.

Hiro roared as its hands slashed open the throats of charging sentries, blood spraying in individual rays of droplets staining its skin and shirt.

Another soldier ran but tripped over a blue tail that clutched her and pulled her into an open vent.

Sasha emerged with a sparking, twitching corpse in its grip before tossing it to three more sentries, shocking them all along wit it.

Screams and sirens surrounded the area but the sound of the anomalies blood spilling drowned out the silenced voices.

Hiro ripped out a soldier’s liver before slamming it into his brain and dragging out the rest of his organs in a trail of sickly sweet stenches.

Bullet shells and torn or electrified bodies littered the floor.

Sasha pounded across the floor, emitting 800 volts of light and striking a group of soldiers upon instant contact before they could even aim their guns at it. She dove into the group with hands sparking wildly with volts.

A loud crash of thunder launched the soldiers into a bloody clump of mangles bodies.

Hiro jumped onto the wall behind a soldier, scaling the building. It ripped out their spine with his own teeth, tossing the open-spined corpse in the air like a chew toy.

The corpse slammed smack into a wall. It slid down, a splatter of blood slid down with it. The hinges holding the one slab of wall together fell apart.

It swung down and crushed three more soldier against the wall, splitting their waists from their torsos.

One moment, the two anomalies were chained up behind a solder after a lengthy capture. But now they were mauling any solder and every soldier they can get their claws on.

The corridor had become a dingy, dry-blood coated, gut spilled plethora or a massacre, all because the damn Insurgency had chosen to “borrow” them from the Foundation without any warning.

A call command rang out on the P.A system for the soldier to retreat.

Two loud roars, Hiro and Sasha respectively, sent the surviving guards to scurry through the guts and bones and through the exit. With the last of the soldiers who were barely alive, escaping via the call command, the corridor was silent once again with the exception of blood slowly dripping into a puddle from above the ceiling.

The sickly sweet smell of organs were in every nook and cranny of the corridor.

Yasuhiro was standing above a soldier’s crushed skull with Sasha standing before another soldier’s charred corpse.

Relief filled the two anomalies that looked at each other in the middle of the hall.

Sasha wiped the residue of blood off its face. She stumbled a little while hurrying towards Hiro, bloody footprints trailing from her webbed feet and tip of iys tail. The humanoid reptile approached the eel woman without hesitation.

Yasuhiro held Sasha tight,sliding down against a bloody wall with Sasha in its arms.

It lifted its feet up to its chest, cuddling the humanoid reptile.

“Huh….it feels like a date.”

Sasha’s voice is sore from roaring but not so sore that Hiro couldn’t hear it. And it heard Sasha loud and clear.

“We should do this more often.”

“Maybe…”

Sasha nuzzled against Hiro as he ran its hands through its hair. That didn’t stop them from hearing the clack of two familiar pairs of shoes on the ground.

“Oh for crap’s sake!”

A slightly exhausted from running Dr Akamatsu and a conceded Dr Gokuhara stood upon the organ-scattered hall of the corridor.

“Those damn soldiers don’t tget it…”

“Gonta shall contact breach center.” The tall man smiled.

Kaede gave him a halfhearted smile.

“Remind me to get a mocha while you’re at it..”

#gore warning #WOOOO! this was inspired by a lot of stress and stuff #but I loves it!!#✏️ava writes #scp au #ship: psychedelic #danganronpa #danganronpa x scp #scp foundation #s/i: sasha kaneko #yasuhiro hagakure #danganronpa self ship #self shipping #f/os #self ship #self insert

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[BOOK TOUR] THE SWORD OF WRATH AND MERCY // NC KOUSSIS

VENGEANCE CUTS A BLOODY PATH.

Hi!! Today I'm pleased to be hosting a stop on the tour for THE SWORD OF WRATH AND MERCY, a (grim)dark adult fantasy novel by NC KOUSSIS, with ESCAPIST BOOK TOURS. I'll be sharing my thoughts on the book so far and some gorgeous artwork.

I'm about a third of the way through the book so far, and its gripping lore/worldbuilding, intriguing and badass characters -- such as Selene, our one-armed warrior whom we go through a every emotional high and low with, whom we are taken on a training journey with, root for, feel for, be awed by -- and the relationships between the characters (as well as the character arcs I can see them having) have me flipping the pages. And of course, being grimdark, there is no shortage of gore, violence, everything that comes with it (see list of CW/TWs below). As we flip between Selene's and Tristain's (the biological child of Selene's warden) POVs and their individual journeys to kill or be killed and the struggles and betrayals they have to contend with, the vengeance they seek, we are sure to have nonstop action and breathless excitement.

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About the Book:

The Sword of Mercy and Wrath by NC Koussis Series: The Swords of Dominion Series Genre: Dark Fantasy/Grimdark Intended Age Group: Adult Pages: 400 Published: March 20, 2023 Publisher: Self Published

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Interested? Here's where you can find the book ->

Book Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTPQF7ZY

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BTPQF7ZY

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0BTPQF7ZY

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/80272063-the-sword-of-mercy-and-wrath

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Content/Trigger Warnings:

Shown on Page (things clearly told to the reader):

Alcoholism

Amputation

Animal death (off-screen)

Blood (gore)

Bodies/corpses

Body horror

Bones (human)

Classism

Death/dying

Decapitation

Domestic abuse (physical, verbal)

Drinking (heavy and recreational)

Forced captivity

Graphic sex

Hospitalization

Hostages

Kidnapping

Medical procedures

Murder (committed and attempted)

Needles

Poisoning

Pregnancy

PTSD

Serious injury

Skeletons

Skulls

Slurs

Torture

Violence

Vomit

Warfare

Weapons

Alluded to (things only mentioned in passing or hinted at):

Slavery

Genocide

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About the Author:

NC Koussis was born in Perth in 1993 to Greek and Gamilaroi ancestry. He has moved all around Australia, settling in Newcastle for the moment, where he lives with his wife, son, and staffy dog, Nala. He’s been writing fantasy books since he was a little boy, after falling in love with Lord of the Rings, Realm of the Elderlings, and Deltora Quest. He decided to publish a book in 2019, and it only took him three years. The Pyres of Vengeance is his upcoming novel. He considers himself an enthusiastic amateur of medieval history, historical battles and tactics, and food. When he’s not writing, he’s making sourdough bread and working on a PhD in neuroscience.

Webite: https://nikitaskoussis.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/NCKoussis

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nckoussis/

Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@nckoussis Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NCKoussis

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Check out other stops on the tour!

#the sword of wrath and mercy #nc koussis #escapistbooktours #book tour #grimdark #grimdark fantasy #grimdark novels #fantasy #dark fantasy

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19: Turn a Blind Eye

ch: vedis feigrun || wc: 932 cws: its about decapitation like this is just inherently kindof a gross subject

The first time she had led the ash-rites, Yrr had advised her to look away. They stood together at the edge of the circle, apprentices bound to stare wide-eyed at workings far beyond either of them. “No one’s watching you yet,” she remembers her friend whispering, breath hot against her ear. “Just look away.”

Perhaps Yrr glanced away, for she couldn’t have known if she did, but Haelvi herself stared wide-eyed as the blade came down. It was the honorable thing to do, she thought. Once, this was someone honorable, too. If she were to die once and live to die again, she hoped her butchers would give her the same kindness. But the being going under the chopping block was no longer able to consider such nuances. They were useful only to dull the weight of the morning.

It helped that Haelvi no longer recognized the shape hidden beneath the stone-wrought features. It was like looking at a statue, and if that was true, then the skin was only lichen, flaking and chipping away at the edges. It did not surprise her to see a great platemailed boot placed atop its temple to hold the neck still. She opened her mouth to offer a binding spell, but even her own speech came too slowly. The axe-wielder was always quick. For all that she spun fantasies of statues and chisels in her own mind, the sound of the axe’s path through his spine was unmistakably mortal. This was one of her kindnesses, Haelvi had been told. No one needed to suffer.

By the time she looked up from staring at the separate dead and dying pieces, she realized that all the gazes in the little circle around the corpse had been turned upon her. Her elder leaned forward on her staff to capture her eye contact, and she jutted her chin towards the squirming ashkin on the ground. There was no spoken word to cue her that it was time. One was simply supposed to know.

She stared into her own staff. It would be hers in full, soon. It was carved from cedar and wrapped in soft leather, with old woodwork curling around the great gem that would serve as her guide. It sung a hymn unlike any of the skaldic music Haelvi had ever heard. It was unmusical at best and horrid at worst, humming a low, throbbing sound like voices wrapped and warped over each other. They overlapped in her head as she incanted, and her own words melted into the confusion of its great song, repeating over and over again as though the chorus would ever change.

Haelvi’s teacher stood in the present but a few fulms away, hands clasped around her own weapon. All that would be judged were the simplest of requirements: is it dead? Will it wake?

But there would be no need. First bloomed the true death, garbed in soft colors almost like a betrayal. Death-magic was quiet and sweet, disguising itself with the fuchsia and lavender colors of sunrises and midsummer lupines. Only once the eyes in the head stopped rolling could that foul curse give way to the relief of bright, wild flame. Haelvi had been close for many burnings before, but never had she stood at the center of it. The rot-smoke welled up as thick as putrid syrup in her nostrils, and she found it to be so close to a liquid that it rolled down into her throat instead of up and away.

She finished her words, but the very second the invocation was over, she clutched the staff with one hand and turned to hack and cough until black phlegm rolled off the tip of her tongue. She muffled it into the elbow of her own dress, lest she disturb the mourners. “It is done,” called Sigrdrifa to the small gathering, shattering the growing silence with one thunderous clap of her staff’s hilt against the ground. “And we are two.”

There would be a moment now where Haelvi might catch her breath. The others had to wash the ash from the stone, and Sigrdrifa’s soft words instructed them on the requisite technique. She took an unsteady step back, watching them with wide, glade-green eyes. Her breaths came faster, one by one, until her upward spiral was cut short by the clatter of platemail and the comfort of a steel-weighted hand upon her shoulder.

“You did well,” murmured the Butcher herself. She began to speak the soft ‘h’ of her summer-name before the facts of the day forced her to pause and to exhale. There would be no ceremony, no feast. This new name was not given amidst a celebration. This was to be a funeral, and its date was both far too late and far too early.

As they looked on to friends and family both finishing the work, Haelvi remembered that only Svartur’s lips were visible beneath her helmet. She understood her reasoning, now: it must have been as much a preservation of her own dignity as it was a protection. Svartur’s eyeless visage did not look back. Like this, she could feel all she wished, but still be seen as turning a blind eye to the required death that followed her everywhere she went. Her gentle hand still rested against her shoulder, and the platemail made a perfect excuse for Haelvi to let some of her own weight rest.

As the others began to disperse, Svartur leaned down slightly to repeat her words ere the clamor of oncoming voices overpowered them. “You did well, Vedis.”

#ch: svanr sigrlana #FFXIVWrite2022 #writing #vedis and her squad of like 2093589 npcs per story. sorry

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