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maenecoon · 1 month

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tw (mostly mild) depictions of violence and blood, bc it's involves vampires, also major spoilers for a fic im working on rn

i may or may not have a vampire kimchay fic idea

except the execution of it is going to have me combusting into flames??

anyways, thoughts about kim finding an annoying baby bat in the forest. he wants to ignore it, but he can't. so fine, he takes it in.

except...

kim definitely doesn't know how to care for a feral bat.

anyways! cue sweet/fluffy/bat-and-vampire shenanigans! like babybat so sated with blood that he becomes a little drunk, or at least the bat-version of drunk. babybat who flies into the window trying to escape because he's not good at echolocatio. babybat who sneaks into kim's closets to bite holes in every single one of his silk shirts.

vampire!kim somehow being whipped af for this cute but annoying little shit that he's somehow adopted. feeds him blood pudding and gives him many head scritches. shows him his red string murder board and rambles about his murder plans and all. vampire!kim who started off detesting or tolerating this pest at best but unable to imagine starting a day without the weight of babybat curled up on his chest.

then the murder plan happens. kim wants korn (his father/sire) dead, bc who doesn't, and he sneaks in to "kill" him.

he's gone in, wooden stake and holy water and all.

he goes bat-shit crazy. bodies of full-sized vampires drop to the floor around them as kim works with ruthless efficiency. he's memorised the techniques of his father's men and their weaknesses. he's dreamed about this for centuries. and it's pays off.

and then enters korn.

korn was always going to be the issue.

kim had no plans of returning alive - he knows to end lorn by all means necessary even if it means his own life - but korn has gotten more powerful. sire bonds are difficult to break, and even if kim has been diluting the bond and doing his absolute best to weaken their link, korn still has kim in an iron grip.

(if you'd read my phayurain vampire fic, there's this thing about sires being able to control their fledglings because of a bond they share when a vampire (sire) turns someone into a vampire (their fledgling). )

anyways.

when suddenly a weight in his pocket starts to stir. it's the little shit, the bat. and kim's all panicked because little shit is small and harmless and now barely the size of half his palm? like, kim's on his knees and has his hands shaking with effort not to plunge the stake into his own chest, by the command of korn.

it takes just a second, but bat flutters out of kim's pocket. bat, with all the rage that a bat can muster, swings himself right on korn's face and digs his fangs into korn's eyes. the eyes are part of what maintains the sire-control that korn has over kim, and kim is able to use that split second to drive the stake into korn's heart.

the moment that korn falters, falling to the ground with a thud, is the moment that the bat drops to the floor.

kim thinks like yeah, fuck, that must've taken a lot out of this poor baby bat, and god that fall looked bad, when all of a sudden the bat is expanding. almost like his bones are breaking (and kim winces because that sounds anguishing) and reforming and he keeps growing bigger and bigger and bigger until kim realised that this was no bat.

this was a vampire, trapped in the form of a bat.

this is his fledgling, his fledgling who was supposed to have died.

chay.

yeah anyways!! fun little story that i'm working on rn!! lmk what you think/want to see, if you got to the end of this! !

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mcrcki · 6 months

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Was that [KAITLYN DEVER]? Oh no no, that was just [VIOLET SORRENGAIL], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [FOURTH WING]. They are [TWENTY] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

we're closing in on 4 months (as of 12.12.23) !

where in your fandom is your character pulled from

she's pulled from the end of iron flame !! so violet is fully caught up to all of the known canon atm !

has the magic affected your character

the way she absolutely wishes it took her memories rn .... but no her mind is completely intact. she did die back during the halloween maze, but it didn't affect her memories!

what is your character’s job

she's in the air force! like low ranking but it's fine , nepotism will save her. that is actually her worst fear she is making her own name for herself , yes her mom is like the highest ranking general, and her bf is also a general but she's here for herself

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

putting this out here now , do NOT READ MORE if you haven't finished iron flame, and care about spoilers. the cliffnotes, nonspoiler version will be in the first bullet point , other than that, don't read beyond!! but please understand that this is one of my favorite characters, i understand she is flawed and messy and doesn't make the best decisions for her relationships but she is so real and i just want to wrap her up in a hug forever and ever bc jfc does she need it.

ok welcome to the love of my life, violet sorrengail : chronically ill, disabled, dragon rider who is just trying to prove that she is more than her last name and also that she is not as weak as her appearance makes her out to be. she is strong willed and cunning, stubborn as hell and loyal to a fault but she loves so wholeheartedly once she lets you past her shields.

now here is where spoilers come in ,,,, im so for real it's gonna be for both fourth wing and iron flame, if care at all about spoilers don't read !!!

violet was raised to be a scribe , to record history instead of actively being a part of it, mainly because she has ehlers danlos syndrome, so she's always been seen as the lesser sibling, considering mira and brennan were some of the best riders. violet ended up being dad's kid more than anything. though, when she turned twenty she was still sent to the riders quadrant of basgiath, as all sorrengails are riders. tbh violet thought she was gonna die like, right off the bat but she survived thanks to her sister mira's advice and help.

though that advice did also include 'stay away from xaden riorson' and she met him before she even crossed the parapet and immediately wanted to climb that tree so

i promise she's a good listener otherwise

she's not but.. ya know

anyways , i won't go into every detail bc yall should read this book it is truly so fun -- but violet bonds to two dragons, the first in recorded history to do so, them being tairn (the 2nd largest on the continent) and andrana (an actual baby), my girl is going through life shattering expectations of her left and right and i'm so very proud of her for that

like i said i'm not gonna go into all the details, but i'm happy to explain more in plotting if people have questions. but for now , the only other big plot points for fourth wing is that she ends up with xaden , through some enemies to lovers tropeiness, she ends up being a lightning wielder (another super rare signet) and as they head into the war games near the end of the year, xaden's group ends up being sent on a mission that sends them to the like outskirts of navarre's territory.

it's a trap set up by colonel aetos, to prove that xaden has been helping a rebellion and is a traitor to the country just like his father

shit happens, trauma happens, and i still WANT TO CRY OVER WHAT HAPPENS DURING THE BATTLE

but anyways, violet nearly dies, she is poisoned by venin and in an attempt to save her, xaden brings her to the only mender they can reach. HER NOT SO DEAD BROTHER. @ brennan buddy , the fam is still annoyed about it

imma be so real, i am not going to go into details for iron flame bc i don't wanna spoil but i also don't want this to end up in the main fandom tags and spoil it for some random either but just know she is pulled from the end of iron flame and jfc is she TIRED. girl has been through enough for 17 lifetimes and just wants a break

she is so positive if her friends and family don't start remembering her she's going to actually go insane. @ the fourth wing crew please start remembering your girl before she implodes

anyways that's like cliffnotes for my girl ummmm please love her she is a little unhinged but very much that ride or die friend that everyone needs in their life

CONNECTIONS :

✩ co-workers

violet is in the air force so if anyone else is as well, they can absolutely be friends !! she loves having a close connection with the people she works with every day!!

✩ gym friends

vi does try to train every day when she has the time, she doesn't want to worry about losing the strength that she's gained from constantly being in a war college so find her at the gym a lot

✩ magic friends

her biggest training however is still in getting a grip on her lightning wielding so if you wanna participate in watching her completely catch the city on fire training, then by all means :)))

✩ an old roommate

she has since moved in with xaden, but she was here for like a few months before that, so absolutely would love even a former roommate connection!

✩ unrelated non spoiler thing definitely

if you know anything about fixing someone being fucking cursed or transformed pls hit her up

#vi. intro #hw: intro #spoilers tw #fourth wing spoilers #iron flame spoilers #iron flame spoilers tw #fourth wing spoilers tw #the empyrean spoilers tw

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phantasmiac · 2 years

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au where reader is the typical civilian housing and feeding dabi like a stray cat in most fics but in this au the phoenix quirk theory is canon and dabi “dies” but not really because he’s annoying and refuses to give the reader peace. continued here and here.

tw/cw: spoilers for people who haven’t read chapter 290, no pronouns or gender mentioned, mental health, i am writing this at 4 am i swear this imagine is better in my head

wc: 1.3k

the battle between dabi and shouto ends with a pile of ashes. in the end, shouto couldn’t save his brother. touya realized he was in over his head, that his plans for revenge would always be a manic fantasy; but he’d sooner die than let his little brother come out as a hero. so as his final act, his flames burn the hottest they had since that day up on that mountain, and where he once stood lies a pile of ashes.

shouto is heartbroken and (ironically) defeated, but the war gives him no time to grieve. his friends are still struggling to fight their separate battles, and he doesn’t need any more deaths on his hands. the battlefield is cleared. dabi is dead. most of the public is thrilled; one less psychopath terrorizing the country.

what no one knows is that dabi touya, on a now abandoned battlefield, has somehow found himself butt ass naked, alive and in tact, no staples necessary. suddenly he’s 16 and woken up in a hospital bed again, confused and shaken. but this time, he has some idea of where he is and what just happened. after trying to process everything and putting pieces together, he makes a run for it.

you, on the other hand, find out about his death on the news a day later, and it breaks you. the last time you saw touya he’d been cruel. crueler than usual, insults more vile than in any other argument you’d ever had about him not needing you. he tore you apart like you were the most insignificant thing in the world. you knew he didn’t mean any of it, that he still believed you were in anyway buying his bullshit nonchalant persona. and you know he wanted to make you hate him, and you’d be a little silly to give into it. but he the things he spewed at you were awful, almost unforgivable.

almost. you still felt like someone had tore your heart from your chest when you heard the news. became nauseous at the realization that you would never see your pathetic excuse of a love ever again. for weeks you grieved, numb and lifeless, as if you had died with him. a part of you had, you realized, and it scared you. it scared you how much you needed him, and how he still managed to dictate the state of your being even in death. it wasn’t healthy. so in an impulsive and maybe even manic decision, you ran.

you crossed borders to escape the memories of him. you work to build yourself back up in a new place. you get a new place, a new job, start socializing, put your time and energy into hobbies and volunteer work. you haven’t completely gotten over him. you have the occasional one night stands, go on a few set up dates for the hell of it. you’re not ready yet. but things are looking bright and you know that eventually, you will be.

what you don’t know is that in the country you’d abandoned, touya has been trying to get used to the feeling of anonymity, while still maintaining his cautious nature. after weeks of roaming the streets, he’d gone back to your apartment, ready to renounce his goals, beg for your forgiveness, and commit himself to you, only to find nothing. not a single trace of you or the time he had spent there.

and so began his new goal: to find you. when everything finally began to settle, he reached out to as many people as he could. sketchy but useful people he’d met over the years, under a new guise; people who could help him find the route back to you. over the course of the year, he began getting warmer and warmer. and eventually, he found you.

at first, he watched you from a distance, observing the patterns of your new life, waiting for the right time to approach you. there were no signs that you had moved on romantically. he knew it was twisted and cruel to take pride in the fact, but he relished in it anyway (had someone been in the picture, he would have backed away. with the greatest reluctance of his life, but he would have, for you).

and then one day, he decided it was time. in his usual fashion, he invited himself into your home in accordance to your schedule (when he decided to look for you, he vowed to leave the crime behind, but these were special circumstances!). and as he waited, he looked through the life you had built within the walls of the building, without him. he knew that looking for you was selfish, but now, standing here, he became more aware of the fact than ever.

you come home and immediately feel something is off. years of a certain unexpected visitor has trained you to recognize even the slightest signs of a presence in your home. you hear a floorboard slightly creak, and immediately reach for the nearest heavy object, which just has to be the laptop sitting on the coffee table in the living room. you choose life over the laptop, and slowly approach the turn of the hallway.

another creak. you hold your breath. in the back of your mind, you wish whoever was breaking into your home was someone familiar. a stupid thought to have, especially now when your laptop is the only thing protecting you from an imminent death, and it isn’t even all that sturdy.

you don’t think for another second when a dark figure becomes more apparent in the corner of your eye, and you swat directly at it. the figure falls to the ground, and you wait to express any gratitude to the universe for later, choosing to continue your assault while the burglar is still down, still with your laptop (somehow still in tact) as if he were a pesky fly on the wall.

the person lets out oofs and grunts before they’ve had enough, managing to get out an it’s me

and your stomach flips, because for a second he sounded identical to him. you think you must not be getting as better as you thought you were, seeing as you’re mourning touya to the point of delusions in the middle of a break in. maybe you need to up the therapy sessions.

you push those thoughts aside and put a foot up to the persons chest before stopping your attack in order to give them a proper look. this time, your heart stops. because the voice was one thing, and wow what are the odds that this guy has white hair? but now you’ve looked into his eyes and those blue orbs are unmistakable. you’ve looked into them countless times, whether it be with love, hate, sadness, and everything in between. you’ve pleaded with those eyes over and over again and you’ve seen them in your dreams, a haunt that you haven’t been able to shake off.

“touya?” you manage to croak out. the tightening of your throat might actually kill you. you blink your tears away a few times, just to make sure that what you’re seeing doesn’t disappear and reveal some hallucination that you’re having. “is it…. is it actually you?”

he’s looking back at you, a softness and… hesitance in his gaze. he seems afraid. an emotion you’ve only seen from him during times where he would tremble in your arms. he would never explain the reason for his sudden panic, but you could tell always tell he was reliving something. but this was different. this was real time fear. fear of rejection.

after a moment of silence, he gave a slow nod.

“yeah. it’s me.”

and with that, everything you worked for meant nothing. you are back to square one, hopelessly and pathetically in love with touya.

#dabi angst #dabi drabble #dabi imagine #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #dabi

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wvsteria · 6 months

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@lavendaers: ♫ + 18 garrick and liam

"yeah, i got issues." garrick said to himself. there was no way he was seeing this correctly. liam was gone. and if he was seeing his dead brother, then there was a problem. "this isn't you."

issues - julia michaels

#hw: spotify #hw.garricktavis #& liam mairi #lavendaers #fourth wing spoilers tw #spoilers tw #iron flame spoilers tw #death mention tw

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teleiapotami · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday!

Hey there! I am coming close to the goal for NaNoWriMo, and while I am -dying- to share the story with you, the only things I have to share right now are big 'ol spoilers!

So instead, here's a WIP I started a few weeks back!

TW: Overstimulation, Anxiety.

Lucy was losing it. There was just too much. The temperature was unstable as Gray’s ice and Natsu’s flames battled for dominance of the climate. The sky lit up with the blazing lights of alternating magics. Lightning, flame, ice, shadow. Steel clanged and echoed as Erza’s blades flashed and danced. The air was thick and choked with dust making each breath difficult. Her mouth was filled with the taste of blood from her bleeding lip. The acrid smell of sulfur mixed with gore and sweat burned in her nose. Lucy’s skin was grimy with filth, tiny rivulets of sweat and blood running slowly down her arms and back from the multitude of minor injuries she’d received.

Her inner turmoil was boiling up to the surface. Anger at the senseless damage surrounding her. Sorrow for the lives lost to yet another dark guild. Worry for her friends who were still battling the evil mages. Guilt because she was no longer able to help. Shame from having exhausted her magic supply so much faster than the others. Even Wendy was still working, moving from this body to that one, searching for people that she could help. But Lucy? Weak little Lucy was done, worn out and useless long before any of the others, just like always.

Another explosion rocked the ground beneath her, and she stumbled, landing hard on her knee. A rock dug into it and her eyes burned with barely contained tears. It was too much. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe or speak or move; she could only sit on the rough, uneven ground suffering from the aches in her body and the splitting pain in her head. She pressed her fist to her mouth, trying to hold in the sounds of escalating panic as she felt her control fragmenting.

“Lu? Lucy, are you okay?” Levy’s soft voice called to her. Lucy jerked away like she’d been slapped.

Gajeel landed with a heavy thump nearby, his Iron Dragon’s Sword fading back into a normal arm. “Get her out of here Shrimp!” he yelled over another teeth-rattling explosion. “I’ll make sure Salamander finds her.” Without waiting for a response, he leaped back into the air and rejoined the battle. His booming voice echoed as he shouted at the others, sending another wave of panic through Lucy’s overwhelmed mind.

#talking teleia #wip wednesday #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfic #natsu x lucy #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail nalu #creative writing #natsu dragneel #gajevy

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spacexmagicxandxsheepxbleats · 9 months

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"Where are those so called 'Gods' when you need them...?"

//: TW Gore, Body Horror, Blood, Violence Mentioned/Implied SA - over all awful things.

Someone asked, here it is - how Mar got the hole in her face. Bonus music to go with it (spoiler the words she's saying are from the song~ The female singer of Heilung, Maria, is Mar's 'voice claim').

Flames flickered around her, swaths of inferno crackling and licking at the trees. Sap seeping from the eyes carved in the bark like smoking tears, ash and smoke, the creaking of weak trunks and branches, their 'voices' adding themselves to the rotting figure's throaty chant...

"Bræðr munu berjask ok at bönum verðask, munu systrungar sifjum spitla," bells of brass and chimes of bone sang in time and tune with Mardoll's movements, punctuating each syllable as it hazed from the nose of her helm.

The Nightmarish visage, the proto-iteration of The Ram sold in the City, was carved of Ahamkara bone by the Warlock Arlo and gifted to the Risen post Six Fronts. Once perfect and whole it now sported a broken horn, it's blackened surface scarred, charred, carved and adorned with small charms and trinkets.

Fractured Ghost Cores whirred in it's sockets, the light of the fires shimmering in the cracks of their 'eyes'. Were they still alive....?

"Answer me! Where are your dead gods now?," the speaker, an Exo, paced the perimeter of the clearing. His face obscured by his helm, his cloak smoking as stray embers alighted on the fabric.

The Guardian's he brought with him were seeming to struggle to keep their footing and their wits in the face of the creature they harried.

He was met with that infernal chanting, the continued song, the same dead words and he was growing impatient.

Barking a command the group's Titan made to grab Mardoll in a bear hug from behind.

Hunching, curling slightly into herself and flexing her back she bristled her matted fur cloak, bracing hidden, forged and barbed iron spikes set amongst the hairs.

When the man grabbed hold and squeezed Mardoll lost a small amount of breath and momentum with her chanting, falling back into her cadence once the large Guardian cast her aside to slap and pull at a handful of the spines that found purchase in the flexible gaps in his armour.

Growling, pacing back the way he'd just gone, Outlaw - the Exo calling the shots, leveled his hand cannon and took the shot. Putting a hollow point round through the Titan's head, dropping him like a sack of sand from roughly thirty feet away.

"Useless cunt....," Outlaw hissed, pointing his gun and menacing the others to get on with it.

Turning their attention back to Mardoll they thought to attempt a united front, all four rushing the smaller woman. She'd already taken some damage in the hours long stand off, coupled with the constant chanting and sweltering heat of the Solar ignited blaze around them the Risen had to be getting tired, right?

"Gal anda viðr, gangla viðr, riðanda viðr, viðr rinnanda, viðr sitjanda, viðr signianda, viðr faranda, viðr fluganda, skal alta fyrna ok um döya," the words repeated in quick succession, rolling off an unseen tongue as desperation crept into the quartet pressing the charge.

Blades were deflected in flashes, blows exchanged in kind, a knife was lost to Mardoll's upper back - an iron thorn taking it's place in it's wielder's hand.

Even that did little to slow the assailants and the assailed.

A smile twisted Outlaw's face plates, catching sight of blood dripping from the hollow nose of The Ram, "See!? The Bitch Bleeds! She's not a god or phantom of the forest! Keep pressing her!"

'Will it work?' the voice whispered in the Exo's mind, pulling a sneer behind the visor of his helm. His Ghost, nearly shattered by the woman he now tried to kill, shuttered in Outlaw's eye socket.

It was afraid, like it was those centuries ago when Outlaw - under a different name- lost his status as a Warlord to Mardoll. All because he killed some dirt child he orphaned and she so happened to pick up....

"...It will...if not, we keep trying until it's enough...", his tone softened, his response quiet, but the rage still seethed in the syllables.

One by one the Guardian's fell but not with out dealing a decent amount of damage to the Ram headed creature...

Watching her stagger a step, swaying to keep her balance, Outlaw made his move. Marching with a purpose across the torn ground, stepping over the dead and grabbing Mardoll by the front of her armour, giving her a hard shake.

"Rumor has it, some Stormcaller blinded you... That why you keep these sad fucks in your head? Hmm?," another hard shake and he let her go, watching an unsteady step he cocked back and punched her. HIs fist connecting with the right side of her helm.

Outlaw laughed as she lurched, huffing impressed that she kept her feet under her, "What, you done singing? Or is this," grabbing her again he pressed his thumb into a bullet hole in her chest, just below her left breast, "Taking the piss out of you...?"

"Sér hon upp koma öðru sinni," airy and snarled, Mar responded, taking a swing of her own at Outlaw's head. Her hand connected, he reacted by stepping back, but also forcing his thumb deeper, now passed the first knuckle...

"That, almost, hurt...But I bet this," hooking his thumb in the wound he pulled, jerking her closer, "hurts more..."

The man almost purred, his forehead now pressed to her own, the Ghost Cores in Mar's helm shuddering before focusing on the Ghost in Outlaw's face, as if they could see it through the Exo's helm.

"It's a shame really, every thing that happened...that kid? Wasn't worth it... you should have just taken me up on my offer...we could have been great you know... Stronger than any other Lord's in the area...", his timbre changed, becoming low and husky as he lamented softly, "...you were hot back then, still are, all thing's considered... but rather than lay with your own you followed that god damned Ranger and his god damn friends..."

"....Those fuckers were using you, riding your abilities and power....", he cursed his laps, the fact he closed his eyes a moment. She reared back and head butt him, the visor of his helm cracking with the impact.

"Still a sore fucking thing isn't it?! You failed them and they fucking used your ass! Yet you still fucking mourn them! Their dead! Fucking Gone!," grabbing Mar by the throat he hauled her off the ground, drawing his serrated blade he plunged it to the hilt into her abdomen, "That little bastard is dead and you know what!? This is the same blade that slit his little pig throat!"

Drawing the blade back Outlaw struck again, stabbing just below the first strike, "I watched your Ranger's eat shit, sat and smiled while the tall one got his fucking head blown off....really got me going," twisting the blade slowly he drew it out, then back in again, "wished I could have had you broken and beneath me, to fuck you while you cried and begged to go to them...."

He groaned, stabbing her once more, "get's me hard thinking about it....", sighing he threw her to the ground, wiping his knife across his chest as he stepped towards her, kicking Mar to her back and dropping his boot to her wounds with a sigh, "...I might be made to reconsider this you know...."

Crouching over her, settling himself on her hips, he let his free hand press up the front of her armour, feeling the make of it and her curves beneath it while he sheathed his knife, "It'd truly be a waste to kill you...you really are a rare creature... unique Light, strange tattoos...a brute force and savagery that hides behind soft features and doe eyes... What I wouldn't give to have you on me..."

He peeled his helm off, letting it drop next to him as he reached for her's. Roughing it off so he could see her face he tutted softly, puling a cloth from one of his pockets.

"...Sheela did a number on your eyes...you really can't see shit can you...?," leaning down he dabbed at the blood beading from her nose, "Such a wild, untamed thing you are..."

Outlaw didn't hesitate, bending closer he pressed his alloy lips to hers, mechanical taste receptors picking up the blood on her mouth, "Not quick to struggle...are you submitting...?"

He pressed back in, kissing her again, "You don't have to di..!"

Mardoll's hand snapped up, having found one of the dead Guardian's blades in the grass beside her, and slammed the weapon to the hilt into the side of Outlaw's neck.

Sparks and fluids erupted around the knife as he recoiled off her, scrambling back and to his feet he drew his hand-cannon.

"Stupid whore!," he roared, leveling the gun, his finger flexing to pull the trigger.

At the last possible second, Mardoll's Ghost, Revenant, flashed into view, dropping a massive stone onto the Exo's forearm, disrupting the shot.

It wasn't enough.

The round ripped through Mardoll's left cheek, blowing her teeth and a considerable amount of bone and flesh from her face, sending her reeling back to the ground to lay still and staring into the dirt...

Revenant vanished, and before Outlaw could take a second shot a shadow in the flames across from him gave him pause.

A massive creature stood there, it's silhouette some where between a serpent, wolf and squid... a myriad of milky white eyes focused on the scene unfolding, a pressure formed in Outlaw's mind, a disquieted unease that built to panic and primal terror.

Something he thought he left behind when he traded flesh for metal...

With out hesitation, his Ghost transmatted him out of there.

".....You, came....," she could barely speak as she struggled to turn over, the words more or less fell out of her mouth, slurred and slick with blood, impeded by flayed flesh and pulped bone.

As soon as the words slipped out, she fell into the void of near death.

The creature entered the clearing, bathed in flames it shifted it's shape, taking the form of a man, drifting closer in the guise of a Tall Ranger...

#destiny rp #musings #tw at the top of the post #ask answer #Spotify

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whump-princess · 2 years

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Have this itch for some Cult Whump???

I’m talking evil, black cloak wearing, forest roaming, kidnapping, blood spilling, bunny killing, black magic wielding, virgin sacrificing, torturing innocent, evil deity worshiping cult…

TW for all of the above… Blood, blood drinking, killing and sacrifice, intent to kill animals(nothing extreme), kidnapping, brainwashing, poisoning, drugging, religious stuff/ deity worshiping, branding, self hard like cutting using a dagger… etc. etc. shall I go on???

NSFW (18+) at the bottom

Here goes…

Whumpee is forced to join a cult. They know its wrong but they can’t back away now cuz then the group will kill them

Whumper is the cult leader. They’re manipulative and sadistic, they love the power, love the worship. They are a horrible leader, of course, they hurt and take advantage of their followers. they love the power, love the worship.

Whumpee really thinks the cult is good and is completely brainwashed by it. Their friends/ caretaker try to convince them it’s evil and wrong and they the cult is using them. Then the cult decides to sacrifice caretaker… who’ll whumpee choose their creepy cult group or their beloved caretaker??

Whumpee is kidnapped to be used for the cults evil schemes!

The palm of whumpees hand is sliced open with a dagger, held over a flame or a collected in a dish ritualistically. Whumpee passes out/ gets sick from blood loss. Cut gets infected?

Character cuts their own arm or hand open, squeezing their hand into a fist so blood gushes out from between their fingers.

The cult wants to sacrifice some cute animal but whumpee just can’t let that happen! They rescue the animal and set them free (or run away with them and adopt them as a pet)

The cult doing all kinds of evil black magic, curses and summoning demons and spirits.

Whumpee drugged outta their mind so that they don’t struggle during the ritual. Everything is blurry, everything is spinning, there is no up or down, different faces with masks or shadowy figures in dark cloaks, fire, blood… ah yes, the drugs make it more scary for lil whumpee.

Made to drink blood as part of a ritual

Made to drink poison (don’t drink the koolaid whumpee!)

All the members have a marking, like a branding. Could be a tattoo, could be a burn from a glowing red iron rod.

Whumpee is forced to kill someone for a sacrifice and to prove themself. Maybe that someone is their friend/partner

Whumpee is going to be sacrificed but caretaker volunteers themselves

Cult group gathers in a dark forest around a bonfire to do evil magic and rituals

Whumpee has been preparing to partake in some kind of coming-of-age ritual that they believe will give them some kind of power or will please their God. Some how they find out the evil schemes of their leader(s), that they have all been lied to and manipulated for years and that this special ritual is just a meaningless sacrifice.

Vampire cult

Whumpee is kidnapped by a vampcult with the intentions to A.) feast on their blood B.) feast on their blood and kill them C.) turn them into a blood sucking monster, make them join their cult of the living dead.

Made to drink blood but it’s part of their vampiric turning ritual (ever seen The Lost Boys???? My vamp jam. Spoiler alert but when Star trys to tell whats-his-name that the “wine” is actually blood, but he drinks it anyways and it turns him into a vampire.)

NSFW ⬇️

Cult leader forces Whumpee to engage in intercourse with them and tell them they should because that’s what their divine God wants. And “I am your leader and you should always obey your leader. Your job is to please me blah.”

Same thing but with multiple higher up members of the cult.

Cult wants to sacrifice whumpee cuz their a virgin. “Pure” they say. (+ Caretaker wanting to save them of course can only think of one way; take whumpees virginity before the cult takes their life.)

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