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the-heaminator · 2 years

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Ohhh 22 with RusEng? 👀👀

[ 22 ] "don't look at me like that."

Ok but why is this so good for ruseng, I had 3 ideas for this so I merged two so now i have two ideas, and so I naturally merged those two until we got this, set in the murder fic verse. Tw Violence, gore, murder, torture, poisoning, disembowlment (I think that's it) I'm sorry this is mostly incoherent rambling, I dont even know whaat I was trying to write oof.

Arthur was sitting at the table, marking papers as he usually was at this time of the evening, while Ivan was in the kitchen cooking Solyanka, it wasn't Solyanka exactky of course, but it was made in almost an identical way, the meat was just slightly different. It was still meant to be tart and to be eaten with sour cream, preferably when sitting in a blanket with Arthur.

Speaking of, it looked like he had fallen asleep on the table he was doing his marking, honestly the school worked both of them too hard, but Arthur, in his own words, said that he had been getting a bit creaky as of late, plus he hadn't been eating much either, preferring to wait for their meat to be done and their tracks covered before finally being content to settling down with his bowl of stew in one hand and either the remote, the blanket, or a pen in the other.

But it wasnt ready just yet, it needed a few more whistles through the pressure cooker, and then it needed to marinate and he needed to add all the vegetables and everything, Arthur had helped cutting up the meat at first, unsurprisingly very good at it, he wanted the innards, Ivan could have most of the outwards of the carcass.

Except the left thigh, he wanted that for something he was doing, not related in any particular way to what he was doing with the innards but it was something nonetheless.

Ivan proceeded to cover Arthur with a blanket for a moment, and seeing him softly snuggle into the blanket just tickled him pink, honestly Arthur could be so soft sometimes, despite his rather caustic reputation.

Something about seeing the same man, the man you love, elbow deep in the carcass of some unfortunate soul that they managed to tangle in their web, seeing the same man taunt somebody to the edge of their humanity, far overreaching their barrier of sanity, knowing where to strike both physically and mentally to cause the most damage. Yet seeing him as a well respected -beloved not being a word anyone other than Ivan would dare use to describe Arthur- member of the school faculty, one who loved his students and genuinely enjoyed his job was refreshing, seeing him change skin as easily as a chameleon changed its colours.

Ivan learned the hard way that going straight for the trachea is almost an instant killer, making the torture nigh impossible and the death far less fun; Arthur taught him instead to go for the extremities and then work his way inwards. First the fingers and toes, slicing, crushing, whatever he wanted to do, then to move inwards, hands, legs, but touching the torso is forbidden until its nearing the final days.

Though that does discount the loving, near obsessive stomach rubs that he gave to his victims as they entered his preferred weight category, said victims not being able to retaliate, being well bound as they would inevitably be. Arthur never really questioned Ivan about this, for which he was forever thankful of, other than the obvious cooking benefits, Ivan did just tend to like feeding people that he loved.

Love can be used in many ways here you see, love as in the love Ivan feels for his family, the love he feels for Arthur, the "love" he feels for his victims, it was all very similar, borne out of an incessant need to make them comfortable and warm, whether that was for their own good or his.

But anyhow, and away from such morbidity, Arthur looked adorable while asleep, he may not be as young as some, or what some would call handsome, but to Ivan he was beautiful, and cute as all fuck.

Apparently his staring was blatant enough to wake Arthur from his little nap, a pretty difficult job in Ivan's eyes.

"Oh don't look at me like that?" Was his first sleepy words, spoken very fondly.

"And why shouldn't I?" Was the lightly challenging answer.

Lacking a better answer, and still quite sleepy Arthur gave a sort of grumble that melted Ivan's already quite soft heart (as of the moment) but he refused to leave the pressure cooked because one false move and their batch would be ruined or just far too squishy, and it also got bad quickly after that.

It took not much longer for the stew to be ready, Arthur had started to mark papers again but Ivan was sure he would start to doze pretty soon, the onions stung his eyes no little amount and the tomatoes were not being cooperative, and he. hoped to fuck that the sour cream hadn't gotten mouldy. This happened like this every single time, without fail whenever Ivan was cooking Solyanka, it was quite the continuity he had going on, and usually Arthur would help, but he was asleep -or at the very least dozing off- and Ivan didn't want to wake him.

So he wrestled the pressure cooker and made sure the countertop was cleaner than his laboratory before finally sitting down, it just needed to infuse and it would taste grand.

Some cajoling got Arthur onto the sofa, still holding on to the blanket like a small child, and collapsing backwards heavily, tucking his forever cold feet in and cursing his knee to hell and back before curling up next to Ivan and sleeping there. Honestly the man could sleep anywhere and he wonders why his neck is like it is?

When Ivan got up to check on the stew again, Arthur slumped onto the sofa, not really noticing the loss of the big man next to him, and compensated by pulling the blanket closer to himself, and for Ivan the good news was that the stew was done, the bad news was that Arthur was now on his sofa spot, adorable heathen he was.

He put some in a bowl and savoured the taste, oh so much different from beef or pork, a category of it's own that very few have tasted, sitting down next to the sleeping Arthur, remote in hand watching some cheesy Christmas flick as he softly stroked Arthur's slightly greying hair, hey were getting a little old now after all.

#Hws England #Hws Russia #The murder fic #But not really #The heam writes #Tw gore #Violence #Murderous bastards <3 #They're both very very in love #And I want stew #Ruseng #Sleepy arthur is a vibe and I will not stop writing him #I have 3 moods. Sleepy hungry and violence #this encompasses all 3 pretty well

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dorkylittleweirdo · 2 years

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Part two of this post bc I have more things to say but I cannot bc it’s about Peter. Spoilers up to s9

TW for talk of suicide ideation and self bc,, well, it’s Peter

So I mentioned in my last post how Simon didn’t deserve to face such harsh consequences for what he’s done. Well, Peter definitely shouldn’t. He faced enough consequences for what he did when he was Simon. He’s a whole different person, he’s changed. So why does he still have to pay the price for what he did, for something he’s already more than made up for?

He sacrifices himself repeatedly for team Abel, and nobody ever bats an eye. Yes, he’s immortal, but he still feels pain. He’s constantly putting himself in harm’s way, doing dangerous things. Because he “sacrificed” his friends for immortality, now he feels he has to use said immortality to keep them safe. Not exactly bad in and of itself, but his self worth is so low, it’s almost as if he feels he deserves to suffer because of what he did so long ago. He still doesn’t feel like he’s forgiven

So he lets himself get hurt all the time, and nobody else seems to mind. Important to note, his mental health is terrible. It’s not something he tries to hide, he’s very blatant and clear about it, but team Abel chooses not to address it despite how clear it is. Probably because he’s immortal, so they don’t care one way or another since he’s not going anywhere. Which is absolute bullshit because it doesn’t matter if he’s immortal if he’s hurting. We see constantly how he says concerning things that make his declining mental health super obvious

In s7m10, he talks about taking drugs at a rave to make you feel like you belong and like that’s where you’re meant to be, calls Sam lucky when he says he doesn’t need drugs to feel that way. Implying that Peter doesn’t feel like he belongs. Like he needs drugs to feel something. His state of being gets overlooked constantly. Not a single person made a comment about it

s7m21, we find out he can infect zombies with immortality (I have issues with this also but again, another rant for another day). Peter offers to jump into the lava. He’s definitely serious about it, but nobody really takes it seriously, it’s just another thing that’s brushed off and swept under the rug

s7m23, he literally tries to kill himself. This is the one and only time his mental health is ever “addressed”, and what made it worse is that someone who can arguably be seen as a villain was the one who talked him out of it. Team Abel couldn’t do it, it was Sage who was able to do it. Peter was talking about how he’s a liability, how the only thing he was good for was being an immortal runner. He doesn’t think he’s worth anything if he’s not helping. He can’t just be, he has to be doing something, sacrificing himself in some way, and if he can’t do that, then he’s useless to Abel. He thinks he deserves this. And again, nobody from team Abel is able to talk him out of it. None of his friends could say anything to make him stop. It was Sage, who barely knew him. It never gets addressed again after this

s7m39, Peter literally tries to do it again, asking why nobody can just let him die a hero. And again, it’s Sage who realizes what he’s doing and saves him. Nobody else cares that he was trying to sacrifice himself again. It’s never brushed on again after that, just swept under the rug again

In s8, the radio modes. Maxine casually mentions how Peter regularly disembowls himself and to not worry about finding stray organs and intestines around the township. The fact that Peter is even doing anything like that and it’s treated as nothing is beyond disgusting. Immortal or not, that level of self harm would warrant immediate attention, and he clearly isn’t getting treated the way he needs. He’s suicidal and purposely inflicts pain onto himself, and none of his “friends” even give a shit. Plus he offered himself up to get stabbed multiple times and nobody was very concerned about that

s9m4, we learn he’s had a burn cube put inside of him. It’s been probably around four months since the end of s7 by then, which means at some point between s8 and s9 starting, Peter, who is suicidal, was given the means to kill himself. He didn’t want to be a liability, and everyone basically said that he was such a big liability that they were gonna put a burn cube in him so he could kill himself if a zombie bites him

Not only that, but in s9m19 we find out that it was literally Janine who approved it. Janine, who’s supposed to be his friend and partner. Who’s supposed to love him. That isn’t fucking love. And the fact that nobody else who’s supposedly his friend is just fine with that like Peter isn’t a danger to himself. If team Abel really cared about him, they never would’ve even considered putting a burn cube inside of him. There’s a lot they would’ve done different if they actually cared about him

And then he gets abandoned. The whole “it’s necessary” thing is bullshit, Peter is biased and hates himself and thinks he deserves it. Peter won’t argue with sacrificing himself or hurting himself, and team Abel, ESPECIALLY Janine, shouldn’t be so agreeable when it comes to that. He has issues he needs to work on, yes, but it’s hard and damn near impossible to do that level of mental recovery and healing without a good support system and considering how his supposed friends treat him, he doesn’t have one of those. He’s on his own, mental health still terrible, still sacrificing himself because he thinks he deserves it. The only thing he’s got going for him is being useful to the people he considers his friends and because it’s all they seem to want him for. They treat him as a tool that can be used and discarded when he’s an actual person with real feelings and emotions

He puts himself through so much to protect the people he loves and the feeling is absolutely not mutual. He’s treated like shit by everyone and just takes it because he thinks it’s what he deserves. He’s in a toxic relationship, and everyone else around him who he considers friends brush off his feelings. He’s always there trying to help other people, dealing with their feelings, defending Five when everyone forgets they’re not immortal like he is, but nobody is ever there for him like that. His feelings are cast aside, never addressed. His declining mental health and self mutilation is literally treated as a joke and it’s not funny, it’s sad and horrifying and what makes it worse is that nobody who claims to care about him actually gives a shit, the narrative makes that abundantly clear

Anyway, tldr; Peter is treated like shit by everyone and deserves so so much better and deserves to just move on and heal and find people who actually give a shit about him and his terrible mental health. He doesn’t need to make up for anything else, he doesn’t need to sacrifice himself to feel needed or wanted. He never did. Literally it’s only him who’s ever really had to face the consequences of his actions when other characters have done so much worse. Please for the love of god just let my boy vibe

#zombies run #zr #zrs4 #zrs4 spoilers #zrs7 #zrs7 spoilers #zrs9 #zrs9 spoilers #peter lynne #this is a long one #i'm not sorry

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tigorrrr · 2 months

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Yσυɾ Wσɾʂƚ Sҽʅϝ (AU) pt.1

Shang Tsung is trying to form an army, going to great lengths as borrowing strongest enemies from the last timeline before this one, gaining the power over Overworld and soon other realms should be twice as easier...

Tw: whump, toxic obsession, unrequited/one-sided love/affection, enslavement, injury, blood

The desire to go up and leave from his duties in exchange of a secure feeling of home had never been an inner battle of Reiko's until now.

The promises and settlement of gained power over Outworld as soon as the young Empress Mileena will be overthrown seemed too good to be true and the plan that came out of Shang Tsung's mouth made it seem easier than it is going to be. There must have been a catch. A minor detail overlooked. But what?!

And with how many doppelgangers had joined them from another universe entirely by the scientist's sorcery, there will be no doubt another war about whose this world belongs to and it might wipe out all of them. Reiko's adoptive father had shared these concers, immedieately thinking of a clever strategy - they need someone more powerful in their ranks or get rid of the rivals-to-be one by one. The General is only waiting for an opportunity to make his move before they do.

But, you see, Shang Tsung is too smart. He thinks of everything way ahead.

And with the unexpected intruder recently that had satisfied his assumptions the sorcerer had set one plan out of many to foundation and his accomplices went along with it.

The General's right-hand-man didn't enter with him the room of which a meeting is being held at with the rest of the leaders from both universes, instead he went a separate way, turning on his heel right in front of the door before it closed behind Shao.

Reiko had never been elated in the shifty sorcerer's presence, much less when crossing over to quarters that were Shang Tsung's and impart his rules. He pushed his uncomfortableness aside for his General today, and truth be told he now was glad he came over to Shang Tsung's secret laboratory.

He walked in deafening silence around the premise and yet had to come to a conclusion that it was a good thing, there is always the chance they could have been followed, you never know. And his adoptive mother raised him with; "You're never too careful" and so he shall heed the wise words.

Walking around the gory prison cell was almost like taking a walk on a slaughter of a battlefield, it was, in a way, familiar but still a little more nastier.

All of these disembowled, torn bodies were unwilling subjects - perhaps innocent, too. But he would never question the man, or it would put his own loyalty to this cause in question also.

But when he saw her, locked in one of the many, dirty cells, laying unconsious on the floor and chained with a collar like an animal... That's when all reason left him.

"Mother..." Reiko spoke up like he was whispering, almost as if air left him as soon as he got a hold of the rusty bars. "Mother!"

No matter how loud he was, she didn't respond. He couldn't tell is she was even breathing and that alarmed him all the more.

He tugged once and the metal creaked but it didn't do much other than make squeaky noise, it fueled his fury.

When it was clear neither the cell door or she would budge Reiko stormed back to the upper levels of this complex.

Reiko can and absolutely would tear the thick brick walls down to get to his mother, riot like a Netherrealm beast, and would not care what would become of the sorcerer when he's done with him.

...... But it would break out a battle between them before Mileena's overthrow and that is something he can't allow to happen unless he'd have an all-clear from his General.

He barged bodily into the room, opening the door with his armored shoulder and he immedieately recieved scolds of displeasure and confusion.

"Why is miss Nejteri locked in your prison cell?!" Reiko demanded, his cold as ice gaze set on the sorcerer in yellow.

Shang Tsung's unperturbed smile didn't cease an inch. "It was only to both protect her and us. The day-care woman had attacked our ally and learned of our true intentions, we couldn't just let her go."

A word 'obviously' was at the tip of his tongue but he felt he belittled the enraged soldier enough.

Reiko's pale eyes skirted around the floor for a moment, almost thinking over his actions, but there is no shame of his outrage to be felt in the first place and his stare pierced right back at Shang Tsung.

The Outworld General's glare repelled from one sorcerer to another, then at the dark empress until his sights set on his doppelganger from another timeline that is by her side.

He took a step toward the so-called allies, his second-in-command right behind him as if waiting for an order and not be a foot away from missing it being said. "If she's dead..."

"Oh, please!" Shao Khan guffawed, dismissing the General's tense uneasiness bubbling up to the surface. "That woman even got a chunk of me, there is no way she would have succumbed to death that easy... Not until I repay the favor."

"You sound quite distressed, General. Is that woman your wife, perhaps?" Sindel put her hands on her hips after her slim leg stretched ahead of the other, her small frame stood out from between the huddled mass of tall men. Her perfectly painted lips were curled with an amused, mean smile.

The general worked his taut jaw from behind his steel mask. How dare she mock him?! She's not even the Empress, neither in this or her original timeline! But what can you do with delusional people...

Although he found himself conflicted about that simple question that asked his supposed 'friends' of him, and it was uncomfortable to even look at someone that has his face as he's being asked about his private affairs, Shao owned no explanation to how he lives his life.

"An acquaintance of mine," General Shao growled through his gritted fangs, staring down the ex-queen. "who was not supposed to know about any of this!"

Reiko glanced past the General's armoured shoulder with a scowl that scrunched up his nose and lifted slightly his upper lip. After silently searching for an answer, satisfaction bloomed in his core as soon as he took notice of fresh but crusty claw marks that marked the Khan's left side possibly to his lower back.

Nejteri is known for finding openings during opportunities she waits for to strike, that makes her opponent/s her prey.

"She didn't make it easy for them..." Reiko almost couldn't contain his little smug smile.

"Which is— with all respect— an error on your side, General." Shang Tsung hastily jumped in before things would took a turn way too sooner than he planned. "She was snooping around my laboratory and if she'd have returned then everything we worked for would be exposed before we'd have reached completetion of our preparation."

"But do not worry, your friend only suffered minor bruising, she will be kept alive until we make our move or once we're done with our cause." Quan Chi quickly added before the General would have spit more fire at them.

Shao felt foolish now for not demanding answers the second he spotted the wound on his double, he realizes that if it wouldn't be for Reiko then they wouldn't know she was imprisoned few floors below them because neither of his three allies would be bothered to admit it themselves.

It makes his blood boil, he knew he shouldn't trust them and he only doubted them a little but now he felt like not trusting them at all! They might as well stab him in the back right now that he knows what they tried to hide.

General Shao glowered at the two fake-apologetic sorcerers before swallowing with difficulty the rage that wanted to bubble over the imaginary pot. He twisted his clawed hand behind him, the lax, open arm letting his soldier know to stand down without a need to word it.

Tilting the horned head to stare his nose down at them he began to lay down his ultimatum. "Nejteri is not to be touched. Feed her and keep her alive. I will personally collect her once we've made our move at the capital."

"Understood." Shang Tsung slightly bowed his head, his gaze avoiding the General's leer and listened to the recede of heavy footsteps.

"If you are to keep your plaything alive, why not add her to our cause? She would be a fine soldier." Sindel once again spoke up before the clone of her ex-husband disappeared through the bashed door.

The twitch on Shao's lips was purely sardonic, wanting to laugh out in her face for a suggestion he knew the answer to without even asking the person in question. "She's far too stubborn and against fighting, but good luck with trying...... Empress."

She didn't like the low hiss of his, repaying it in kind with her scorn at the back of his skull, but held off from venting her discontentment.

"Not a bad idea..." Quan Chi turned to his fellow sorcerer, voice hushed.

Shang Tsung reciprocated a knowing look with a honied hum before glancing at the Empress and the Khan who gave them a look of interest. "I'll see what I can do."

"And make sure none of his men would catch a whiff of it, he and his army are still of use to us alive." Sindel looked towards the departing, bowing sorcerers and declared their meeting finished.

When she turned on her high heel and made her way out of the room the large Khan followed after her.

"We now know of his soft spot." Shaho Khan mused with his rumbly tone as he walked beside his former lover, ever since their death parted them the second time Sindel was disinclined to continue their marriage and only preffered the therm close friends and allies... And he missed her. "This version of me is soft-hearted. What a fool."

"Ach!" Sindel sighed, a smile forced on her mouth's corners as they strutted down the hallway to what currently the owner of this building calls 'dorms'.

"Perhaps you have not noticed it, Shao Khan, but you are just as benign."

"... I am?"

Does that mean... that he's weak in her eyes? Did he show fondness that she did not care for? Whenever he was vulneable to his ex-wife behind closed doors, was that off-putting to her?

He, a proud tyrant of a man, began to question how he is in his private life and recalled every fond memory of them together behind closed doors, were their moments... a pretend?

Was he played a fool the whole time?

He's the fool isn't he?

"Yes, but only in private, is what I have noticed."

"Did that bother you?"

Sindel stopped abruptly by her bedroom's door, her brows furrowed in puzzlement at that question as she worked the lock open with a key. "No, of course not...."

Shao Khan inhaled deeply to the nostalgic feeling of bloom and hope inside his tight ribcage.

He faced Sindel, armored claws silently extended to her arm that his softened gaze was hypnotized to. But the snap of unlocked handle and the squeaks of the door being opened halted him from nearing her skin an inch with his clawtips.

"Although, I admit, aside from intercourse — a least favorite of mine you so kindly respected, I quite never was into romance... maybe occasionally." Sindel turned at her torso to look over her shoulder and her eyes immidieately were glued to his hands as he tried to tighten one his glove armor's leather strap around the wrist.

He may have been busy but he paid attention, he always did, but he couldn't look at her to avoid showing the conflicted emotions brewing inside him. "Hmmph... I see. You could have shared that with me long ago."

Sindel exhaled softly under her nose. "I was... still questioning my needs, but it didn't felt as important at the time, we had a throne to protect."

Shao Khan hadn't bothered to come up with a reply and neither was it expected. Sindel took a step over the threshold and spun on her toes, her shoulder on the doorframe supported her body as she peered over her dark lashes at her former, powerful lover.

"Please, don't take it the wrong way," she apologetically cooed however she had to surpress a shudder when his piercing crimson stare traveled back to her face, she was used to these eyes holding specks of fondness when they're on her but now she couldn't welcome it even close to her corrupted heart much less feel it. "I still care for you as a friend but I can't continue what I don't feel between us anymore... And don't think so low of me to think you not being a true Khan anymore is what drove me away."

He departed with a firm nod, his mind full of questions about his own feelings. In the end, he wasn't as bothered by the truth as he should have been. Shao Khan loved his queen passionately and doesn't regret any second of it even if those feelings weren't mutual.

Holding his chiseled chin up high to set a reminder for himself that he is a proud man and all the more his mind began to quieten, and came to a conclusion that he can always find a new partner if he would be yearning for a significant someone but the assassination came first before the rest.

If he wishes to have a queen then first he needs to sieze his Khan title and the throne, afterall, how else is he to attract dames when he's currently a nobody. A Khan wannabe.

"Why are you letting her rot in there?! Why?!"

Reiko had been hot on his General's tail, spitting his pleas but the anxious begging had not shooketh strings of emotions of the giant Dragonoid man. And from pleading his tone turned to demanding which he knows he could get disciplined about but that's not the soldier's main concern.

General Shao reached the bottom of the steep, stone stairs before whipping a turn, facing Reiko who was a few steps up and was at a perfect eye level.

"I can't risk her going to Liu Kang and tell him about this! We're so close to getting started." he growled at his loyal soldier, but the sound was far from sounding aggressive. The scaley man was just as panic-stricken inside.

Reiko was used to getting yelled at yet this felt different only because it concerned his adoptive mother.

His second mother. He lost his biological mother during the war, he can't lose this one... he doesn't even want to think of a life without her now.

Pinching his thin lips inside his mouth by the teeth, his pale orbs searched around the dim laboratory hallway, his own uptight shoulders send his unclenched fingers to twitch because his running thoughts have him no rest.

"But— but, sir...!"

Shao was quick to cut off his adopted son before they will have something vast to argue about. His heavy hands stretched and landed on each of Reiko's shoulder.

The attempt of a comforting touch had made it harder for Reiko to swallow his next gulp.

"Reiko," General Shao paused, waiting for his son's full attention. "I am just as concerned of Nejteri's well-being..."

Reiko knew. He probably was the only ome who understood. But he can't swat away the bitterness of the reality that they are not getting his mother out of their soon-to-be-enemies' grasp.

But which would be a worst fate for Nejteri? Keep her locked in here or have her locked in their basement? Neither man have the heart to do such a thing to her. Restrain her for a moment is easy but to keep her in one place in an uncertain amount of time would be unbearable for each side.

Reiko would feel like he's indirectly hurting his beloved mother.

"I have faith that she can handle herself. If they had let her live until now then they will not try anything. For now," Shao continued to reassure Reiko — but also himself, at this point. "Once we get our part done we will come back for her and make them regret ever trying to cross us...!"

Reiko lifted his disheartened gaze, chest expanding with an exhilarated inhale. He loved the sound of that.

"But we need this alliance for a little while longer for the good of Outworld."

Reiko ground his teeth, his troubled frown pinched the skin on his forehead and it made him look more like an adult that he is. Something the General forgets from time to time and his mother frequently overlooks. "Can't we... go see her?"

His open maws clicked shut instantly and his son already got the answer without him voicing it first.

Shao, too, wants to see his old friend. See the damage himself. But one look for a second Nejteri's way and he'd turn into an irrational man. He needs to hold himself together for his son and his army before their big day.

"No. It's better this way, trust me."

"... What if they do hurt her while we will be gone?" Reiko's head limly fell again, glaring at his feet in hopes the unbearable coil of his insides would stop.

The General let go of his soldier and straightened before making his way towards the exit door. Reiko, startled from his thoughts, followed after him. "I have no doubt she will do more than just claw at them. Your mother is the worst when cornered."

#Alternative Timeline AU #MK11 #MK1 #Nejteri #Reiko #Shao #Shao Khan #Shang Tsung #Sindel/11 #Quan Chi

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 11 months

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Neo Lore/Sister’s Lore

TW: Implied child abuse, murder/the tweels disembowling someone

This is Neo's "kid" sister, Ollie she's 15 turning 16, and absolutely adores her big brother ....I'm getting the feeling they didnt have a happy family life, so as soon as she found out her brother went to NRC, she would not live alone with their mother and swam/ran away, however she quickly found her body could not physically handle the lower water pressure as she went up from her trench-y home, and was stuck for a while, refusing to go back down towards her mother and staying on a rock ledge. Eventually, her bioluminescent hair was enough to signal someone- Azul and the Tweels,(while they were on break. Neo was focusing on finding his sister geographically first, before he wasted energy trying to swim for hours), from above that she needed help. She would have been 12 turning 13, and while life at home matured her some, they weren't expecting her to offer her mom up as collateral in that she would allow them to eat her, because the tweels were insinuating they'd never tried deep sea angler before, though after hearing her story, the tweels convinced Azul that a life was more than enough as a trade for what she wanted- all three of them wanted revenge on her behalf. She ends up at walking boot camp with their help, where they end up talking to the instructors and everything for her so she can get in contact with her brother. Once she was able to reunite with him, he spoke to the school and they made arrangements for her to live in a small condo not too far off campus with a foster family that she ends up adoring, and Neo is still getting to know, but enjoys their company well enough. The jacket shes wearing is his, and she's still getting used to legs, thus the bandages. Despite everything she's a really bubbly and kind kid, has an optimistic outlook on everything, completely opposite of her brother. She hopes to attend NRC's sister school so she can have as similar as a schooling to her brother as she can. She is 6′1″, and in the water, she’s three times the size of her older brother.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst talks #v talks #neo capini #ollie capini

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icy-writes · 3 years

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This is the Worst

Summary: There’s something strange going on with Mary Wang…

Her life used to be normal. It really did. And then Trolls and Akiridions came crashing in. If that wasn’t enough, there’s something else happening to her. Something she’s, quite frankly, scared of. Some things are just better left to be forgotten by the sands of time. Others? Well, the school counselor wants her to write everything down in a journal.

I mean, it’s not like she can really talk to anyone about her mother’s strange disappearance, her newfound doubts about herself, and the fact that she might have telekinetic powers, right?

Rating: Mature audiences

Chapter: 3/8

Chapter trigger warning: Inanimate object mutilation, swearing, threats of disembowelment, brief mention of bullying

Word count: 5026

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smp-live · 3 years

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I'm a firm believer in a c!Wilbur redemption arc, but

We know he believes Dream to be the server's hero, not only because he saved Wilbur but because he kept everyone else's villainy in check. “Dream is the hero, Dream needs to be let out of here. Dream’s not in prison for being a horrible person, Dream’s in prison because he dared to try and stop you all.” (Wilbur’s Resurrected Gentleman, 17:40)

We also know that he has a tendency to drag Tommy into his self-deprecation. “Think about it, everything that’s gone wrong is down to us, it lies at our footsteps [...] I genuinely think, if it weren’t for me and you dying, right, the server would be in shambles.” (Tommy’s am i dead? 10:10)

With those two things in play, what's to say that when he finds out what happened in exile, he won't justify Tommy as being the one in the wrong, with Dream appropriately punishing him? What's to say that instead of thinking, "Maybe this means Dream is bad because he hurt Tommy," he won't think, "Well, this means Tommy is a villain, then, because Dream is good and Dream punishes villains."

He already is incredibly dismissive of Tommy's thoughts on Dream, going to speak over him every time. Same with Ranboo, same with Tubbo, same with Phil. He's incredibly entrenched in his ideas and opinions when it comes to Dream and one conversation might not change that, especially when he's prone to vilifying the person he'll be speaking to along with himself.

I think we'll be able to tell if it's a catalyst to Wilbur's redemption or if it's his second downfall based on when the conversation happens. If it's in a stream or two... well. He's probably going to need to seek redemption from another source, because it's unlikely that they'll wrap up his arc and conflict with Tommy that quickly, not when the Dream thing has been set up as the biggest obstacle to overcome.

But if it's stream #10/12, it'll probably be the conclusion to a man who's struggled with other things in regards to redemption, and be the ultimate proof that he's either changed or hasn't. And narratively, him having changed is the most satisfying conclusion.

I'm just saying, maybe we shouldn't be manifesting that exile conversation so hard, y'know?

#dream smp #wilbur soot #exile arc #enderspeak #victim blaming tw #<- for some of the language discussing Wilbur's hypothetical thoughts #If you have any counterarguments please let me know :) I just can't think of any #other than him distancing himself from Tommy and maybe the whole disembowling thing?#But those don't feel enough #And this would be an interesting way for him to fuck up to prolong the conflict

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quebbeb · 3 years

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ashrimpnamedlauren · 4 years

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10% Left au: Chapter Two

Crowfrost’s eyes shot open.

What happened?

He sat up, his sight dizzy as he felt like his head was being ripped apart by foxes. Did.. Did we win? Is Blackstar okay? Is- He stopped, breathing heavily before closing his eyes. Is Dawnpelt okay? Are.. are my kits okay?

He tried to get up, but he felt weak; it was as if his body was ripped apart from the inside out. He groaned in pain as he tried to take in his surroundings. He instantly started gagging a bit as he was whacked in the face with the scent of death.

He instantly shot up, looking around with pure horror in his eyes as he realized what was going on. Bodies.. So many bodies.. Rowanclaw.. Toadfoot.. Starlingwing… So many dead..

He started slowly walking to the nursery. Dawnpelt.. She- He stopped at the entrance, his legs shaking before he almost collapsed on the floor.

Dawnpelt’s body was laid out in the nursery, her throat ripped to shreds. Kinkfur was next to her, her stomach ripped open and her guts spilled all over the floor. Ivytail was gone too.. Her head looked almost crushed.

“Dawnpelt..?” His voice had become nothing more than a meek whisper, his front paws forcing him over to his mate. “Darling, please.. Don’t leave me.. Please, please don’t leave me..” He let out a loud choked sob as he crumbled into his mates fur.

The first day he joined Shadowclan, a small, shriveled loner begging for help.. Nobody liked him, except for her. She helped him hunt, teached him how to fight properly, and always stayed by his side when others bullied him.

The warriors ceremony.. They got their names the same day. Even Blackstar was proud of him, when he caught a rook straight from a tree. Dawnpelt’s technique, of course, but they never told anyone. He remembered the days they spent together, rolling around in the grass and leaves, laughing and goofing around like they were apprentices again.

Flametail’s death.. Dawnpelt’s grief and hatred for Jayfeather, blaming him for her brother’s death.. He was beside his mate always during that time.. Even if he thought she was wrong.

Dawnpelt, telling him she was expecting his kits, just one moon before the battle. The tearful conversation afterwards. Wondering what the names would be.. Dawnpelt wanted to name one Juniperkit. He loved the name..

Hopeless futures, their kits growing up and becoming great warriors. One would be Juniperkit, of course, but the other names randomly generated in his mind. Bugkit. Gorsekit. Magpiekit.

He would never know that future now. His kits were dead. His mate was dead. Everyone he loved was gone.

The grief overcame his mind so much, to the point that he didn’t even register the movement out of the corner of his eye. But he finally noticed when he felt something plop down next to him.

He turned, and saw a shivering, grey and brown kit, that was bleeding from the right side of his face. It’s tufted, spiky fur gave away who the kit was.

The tiny tom looked up at Crowfrost, and said something that made his heart melt:

“Papa..?” Crowfrost quivered up a small smile as tears welled up again in his eyes, leaning down and licking Spikekit’s head. “Yes, Spiky.. I’ll be your new Papa, okay? I won’t ever let you be hurt.”

The little kit purred loudly from the lick and smushed his face against his leg. “Papa.. fuzwy Papa..”

The senior warrior’s heart melted almost instantly at this. He’s so sweet.. So innocent. I’ll never let him be hurt. Ever.

Nobody will hurt my son.

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“Podpaw, hold your ground!”

The small Riverclan apprentice was fighting for his life.

The Dark Forest was much, much more than anyone ever thought. Mistystar had been killed at the start of the battle, by a cat he didn’t know, and everything had fallen into mayhem.

His mentor, Grasspelt, was by his side, helping him fight and making sure that he wouldn’t fall. He was thankful for her… He was bad at fighting. Without her, he would probably be dead right now.

But he was getting so tired.. He couldn’t even see his mom anymore, or Curlpaw. All he could do was keep fighting, but.. It was so hard. It was so hard to keep going, to keep fighting. It hurt to swipe, the soreness in his paws was becoming almost unbearable. But he couldn’t stop. He had to keep going, or else.. What was the point?

“THE NURSERY! THEY BROKE THROUGH!” Podpaw’s whole body stiffened as he turned to see several cats breaking into the nursery. The yowl seemed to have come from Robinwing, who was valiantly protecting a bleeding out Dapplenose from the spirits.

“MOM!” Duskfur was in there! With his little siblings! She just gave birth yesterday.. She couldn’t fight! He had to help them! He started pushing through the cats, only to be held back by Grasspelt.

“It’s too dangerous!” She yowled, kicking back a dark spirit as she spoke. “You can’t go in there!”

“Mom is in danger! I-i- I have to help her!” Podpaw wailed, swatting his mentor away and rushing to the nursery, despite his mentor running after him and screaming for him to stop.

He rushed in, and his eyes widened. Icewing! Did the warrior chase them off? Was Duskfur safe..? But as he looked closer, his heart crushed as he saw that the white she cat was covered in blood..

And was standing over his mom’s body.

“YOU KILLED HER!” His wail echoed with anguish, as he stared at the warrior.. No… traitor. “YOU KILLED MY MOM! HOW COULD YOU?”

Icewing turned, and Podpaw’s anger overwhelmed him when he saw the look of victory on her face. She was happy that Duskfur was dead! Her own Clanmate, his mother, was dead because of her!

Podpaw’s entire body became fueled with pure, unbridled hatred. WIthout thinking, he yowled and launched at her.

Icewing snickered, and instantly dodged, turning around and slamming the apprentice into the wall. Podpaw’s entire vision went white as his head crashed into the bracken of the nursery walls, pain filling his head and causing him to cry out.

Icewing let out a growl of victory, and slinked forward, her mouth opening to try and take a killing bite to his neck.

Podpaw backed away, but he couldn’t, and he yowled out in agony as Icewing slammed a paw into his chest, making him almost vomit from the force.

No! I can’t die! Not here, not now! I can’t let Mom down!

“Time to die, foolish little apprentice! Just like your mother.. You are weak!”

Icewing’s words, combined with his sheer determination to live, sent a burning energy through his veins, and he yowled, his left paw striking up and cutting a wound into Icewing’s belly, and ripped her stomach open.

He gasped, eyes wide with horror as the she cat instantly started shrieking in agony, collapsing to the ground. He didn’t mean to do that! It looked so painful..

But she deserved it. She killed Duskfur. She deserved to die.

He watched Icewing’s last struggles for life, before she collapsed, her eyes glazing over and she was gone. He.. killed someone.

But it was right.. Right? She killed his mom.. She killed his baby siblings. She tried to kill him.

His thoughts were interrupted, and his eyes widened when he heard a loud squeak coming from his mother's body. He instantly bolted over, eyes full of horror at the sight of the small kit.. Surrounded by his siblings' corpses.

He gagged, almost vomiting but held it back. He had to get out of here.. He had to protect his little brother. He picked the small baby up, walking outside.

He didn’t think it would be so.. Quiet.

Where was everyone? Did.. did nobody survive? Did he leave Grasspelt to die? Is Curlpaw dead?

Podpaw’s entire body started shaking. He couldn’t.. He had to leave. He couldn’t stay here, surrounded by his Clanmates' bodies.. He had to find shelter.

He turned away from the dead remains of his Clan and walked out of camp with his little brother.

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