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The Followers:
The mysterious nightclub
"Who are you!?" Adam exclaimed and subconsciously took a few steps back. "How do you get in?"
The man’s every muscle was delineated beneath the skintight rubbersuits, his eyes were concealed behind black visor, his face was expressionless.
He answered in a masculine, emotionless but somehow familiar voice to Adam. "I am Mike."
Adam was shocked. He and Mike were good friends from high school. Now they were roommates and both juniors in same college. Adam’s major was in Information Engineering but Mike’s was History. Adam was introverted but Mike was extroverted. They were so different but that’s couldn’t influence their friendship.
This guy was obliviously older and muscular than his friend. Yet there were some features similar to Mike. Adam would guess this is Mike’s elder brother if in other situations.
"Mike" kept going toward the kitchen and face the refrigerator.
"Need food." He took out a fish and started to bite it.
"That’s not sashimi!" Adam grab the fish from Mike and throw it to the sink.
"You can’t stop me." Mike said and moved robotically to the sink.
"Buddy, you are freaking me out!" Adam tried to pull him back but Mike turned to face him.
At this moment, Adam saw there were tears from Mike’s eyes.
"You're crying?"
"Hel…"Mike stopped answering and started turning around to the sink.
"Fine!" Adam pulled Mike’s visor down from his eyes.
Mike screamed then hold his own head and yelled, "it’s…it’s….ahhh! Tied me up! Hurry! Away from water! Quick!"
Moments later, Mike’s hands and legs were tied up with towels to a corner of his bed.
"Now you tell me what’s going on! You told me you were out to a nightclub but you come back like this? Wait, are you really Mike?"
"It’s me! I am…errr" Mike was sweating and shaking his head, "damn! That’s not just a nightclub, there are some ancient relics in the basement. And the relics…ah" Mike kept moaning, he seemed to trying to continue the sentence but failed.
"Ok, you relaxed and I call the police or ambulance."
"Nooooo! You can’t do that or there will be more victims!"
"Alright, you relax and calm down. I'll do some quick research to figure out what you experienced."
"Useless."
"Huh?"
Adam suspected Mike smirked evilly for a second, but that might be an illusion.
"Useless, I did research before I went there. Nothing! Just some rumors sounded like jokes."
"You suddenly become normal and calm?"
"'It’s is relaxing! I am still fighting its influence!"
"What is IT?"
"I…I can’t say its name or…" Mike stopped, and face became painfully.
"You will bear pain or panic or something bad, right?"
Mike nodded.
"The only way I can figure out what happened is to go there by myself, right?"
Mike nodded again but tried to force out the voice to say, "don’t…"
"I will do anything to help you. You can’t stop me."
"No, not that." Mike paused and said, "don’t go now, it’s already morning." And he collapsed to sleep.
Adam smiled, he knew Mike would never stop making jokes even he looked like a shit.
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Mike slept all day till next midnight. Adam waked him up.
"Good night! How do you feel now?"
"Good enough!"
"May I untie you now? Aren’t you hungry or thirsty?"
"No! It's night again and I’m afraid it will be back to my mind again! I’m not hungry but a bit thirsty."
"Okay."Adam put a kettle with straw of water by Mike. "Well, I am going."
"Good luck!"
"You don’t stop me?"
"We always can’t stop each other, right?"
Adam gave back a smile and went out.
After Adam closed the front door, Mike smirked and effortlessly tore the towels bound him. He picked up the kettle, stood up, drank all water and threw the kettle away. His expression was blissful, his eyes were soon covered by black visor emerged from nowhere.
"You did a good job." A voice whispered in his mind.
"It’s my honor."
"Receive your reward."
"Thank you, Master." Mike felt the pleasure spreading through all his body and concentrating on his groin. He cum with silent moaning because "Master" didn’t allow him to make noise now.
He felt hungry after his reward was finished. The body was not strong enough. He took the fish from refrigerator and ate it all. The body became even bulkier and was filled with energy.
He needed to be stronger. He was Master’s loyal follower and a guard of the cult. He was proud to trick his friend to go to the club. His master needed more followers.
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Adam felt nervous when walking in the alley. Although he would do anything to help his friend, he was still the guy afraid of social interactions. The feeling of being watched was so strong that he kept looking around to make sure there was no one stalking him. The only thing let him feel not so bad was the neon lights. That made this place a bit like the futuristic city in cyberpunk themed video game.
As being closer to the targeted nightclub, he found the surrounding area becoming even stranger: there were only men in this area and most of them were in good shape, wearing black rubber suits and black visors.
Just like Mike.
"We are same…" a voice whispered and Adam suddenly found that all men in black rubber stared at him. He was almost frightened to fell.
"Don’t be afraid, come…" the voice whispered and Adam was calm down and saw all men were doing their own thing or just walking past. Was it an illusion? He turned around and faced a hunk, who also wear black rubber skintight suits and visor.
The bouncer looked at Adam without saying a word, his blank expression, crewcut hair and stubble face made him seem hard to get close to. Adam was too scared to move but could only look into the mirrored black visor and saw himself looking back. His mirror image was distorted by the ripples created in the center of the glasses. It made him feel strange and dizzy.
"You, pass."the bouncer suddenly said and made Adam a little bit shocked.
"Welcome, brother." the bouncer opened the door and let him in.
He didn’t know why the bouncer called him "brother" but he felt comfortable when he heard that.
"New brother arrives" the bouncer talked to his wrist, looked like talking to somebody through a beeper, and then stood up straight, smiled in bliss. Obviously, he was enjoying his reward.
"Holy shit! What’s that!" Adam was scared by what he saw inside and intended to get out but the front door was locked.
No, he could not run away. He came to find out what happened to Mike and to figure out how to help his buddy. So he turned back to face that "thing".
It was a huge black "egg"hanging on the ceiling and was wrapped in plenty of big black octopus tentacles, all smooth, shining and reflecting neon lights from the environment.
The luster of the egg attracted him to move closer without realizing it. His mirrored image on the egg was clear and thin but it became vaguer and thicker when he moving. The surface of the egg seemed to be made of rubber, and was pulsating rhythmically. Adam also heard a humming noise coming from the egg, he couldn't stop himself from putting his ear to the big egg and listening. The egg was as warm as Adam’s body, and the nerd could swear there was a male moaning inside. Before he reacted, the moaning became speaking…
"Join…"
Adam tried focus on the words disturbed by the white noise, which was also in the egg.
"…you…master…help…"
When Adam heard the keyword, he suddenly realized that he was in a trance, as if he was hypnotized. He was sweating profusely.
He came here to find a way to help his brother, he could not let himself also…Wait! Why did he call Mike brother? He was shocked but even stunned by the mirror image on the egg.
It was Mike smiling back at him!
"We are same…" the voice whispered again.
Adam now found that there are not only one egg but many ones in the night club. Each had a mirrored image of man on surface. He seemed to saw these man before. They probably were those men in the alley because he was sure one of them was the bouncer at the front door.
Then the images of men all morphed into same guy: Adam. But these Adams’ body were sculpted and cladded in black rubber, their hairs were trimmed short, their eyes were blank and they smirked at him.
"Join us, we are brothers, we are same, we are one…."
"No!" Adam screamed in horror and run throughout the club to search the stairs led to the basement. Mike had told him there was something in the basement and that could be the key to the mystery.
Suddenly, a part of wall morphed into a hole and he fell into it, slid down a slide and fell into a puddle of water.
"Fuck!" He struggled to stand up and saw a giant cephalopod creature floating in the midair. This time he was too scared to move or scream.
"Come to me," the creature whispered in the air but it’s loud in Adam’s mind. "My child…."
"No…" Adam turned back subconsciously but found he was no longer in the club!
He was in the street he came through to the club. There was no body, no life, no sound, only himself. He felt panic, lone and cold. He wanted to run but didn’t know where to go.
The giant octopus-like creature was still floating on the air and even larger than before. Its whispering became very loud and striking Adam’s mind strongly.
"Come to me, in the water…"
Water came from all directions and flooded the entire street. Just when he thought he was drowning, the scene changed again.
He was standing on the rocky shore of the sea, and the sea that should have been rough was calm. The setting sun was warm and seemed to guide him in the direction: "Sinking into the water. Just like the sun."
"Into the water…" he spoke to himself in unison with the whispers of the creature, and and leapt from the shore.Again he felt like he was drowning but this time he actually lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found himself in a dark space and felt something sliding back and forth on him.
He looked down and found that he was naked and there were many octopus tentacles "stroking" his well-defined body. He was not a sports person, not fat, but his body type was definitely not so good. Admiring his new body and being caressed by the tentacles, he became erect.
"You like it…"the creature whispered.
Yes. Adam thought but he forgot something. What’s that?
"It’s greeting gift for you to fallow my voice."
Adam tried to remember what he forgot but a tentacle grabbed his erected member and started stroking. It felt too good to think.
"Submit to me and you will get more…"
Submit? How…No! What am I thinking? Why I come here?
"You are my child. That’s why you come to me….Just like your brothers…."
Suddenly a tentacle inserted into his virgin back hole, it was so smooth that let him feel no pain but pure pleasure. The tentacle massaged his prostate and made him in the euphoria he never experienced in life. His vision became blur.
Gradually there were well built males appearing one by one, standing in water in front of him.
"Brothers…" he was surprised that he addressed these guys "brothers" and didn’t felt wrong.
They all had well-defined bodies with tentacles massaging their muscles. But the difference between them and Adam is they were all in black rubber suits.
"Join us, submit to master…"
Adam unconsciously walked closer to the group of men and suddenly recognized one of them, remembered something.
"Mike!" He hold Mike’s strong shoulders and shake. "I came to help you!"
But Mike remained blank face, didn’t respond to him.
"You looked younger here! If I took you back, you would be normal again…"
"If you wanted to go back, I can’t stop you" Mike suddenly said, "but I can help you stay."
"What?"
"Don’t you feel so good now?"
Adam felt the tentacle inserted his anus further and those stroking his body and genital became faster. He did actually not move his body yet, he was stilled trapped in the same place by tentacles.
"You will be strong, fearless and positive, all you need is submission"
The tentacles guided Adam’s hand to touch Mike’s body, it’s so hard so manly.
"Join us, be brothers, we share our mind, we improve our physique, we obey master, master help us become better, master is the truth."
Mike’s lips suddenly came close to Adam’s and gave him a deep kiss.
Adam resisted at first because he and Mike were best friends but not gay. However, he gave in very quickly. Good friends hug, good brothers share, they share everything including saliva, so it’s normal to kiss your buddy.
Mike put his tongue into Adam's mouth, and it gradually became longer and thicker, and finally turned into an tentacle.
Adam felt the tentacle from his front and back extended to each other and connected. It’s the moment that every men disappeared, vanished like smoke, including Mike.
His vision became completely dark, could not see any thing but feel tentacles massaging his digestive tract, caressing his muscles, rubbing his face and something sucking his nipples and phallus hungrily.
And the smell. Smell salty, masculinity, freshly. The smell of the ocean and men. He started to imagine a muscular himself surrounded and squeezed by other muscular men. They were brothers, they loved each others, they were each others, they were all embraced by Master’s arms. The tentacles made him very close to climax and the voice of master whispered.
"Submit. My child. Accept your true form. Follow my lead forever."
Adam felt so good, and he finally understood. He came to find a way to help Mike. But in the end, he was the one need help. Thanks, Mike. Thanks for tricking him to grab the black visor. The visor was absorbed in his hand and the journey to the truth began.
Master is the truth. All men are Master’s children. All men should submit. Master will make each man perfect. Each man is equal. They are brothers, follow Master’s lead.
He submitted. Not only body and thought but also spirit and soul.
"Good child. You have your reward."
Adam reached the most fierce but also most pleasurable climax in his life. He roared like a beast, he knew Master would be pleased if he proved his loyalty out loud.
For a second, he saw himself standing among other muscular males, all in skintight rubber suits. They lowered their head to show submission to the Master.
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On the ceiling of the basement under the nightclub, hang several giant rubber eggs. Tentacles massaged and stroked each eggs, slimy and slippery. Moaning sounds could be heard occasionally from the eggs.
One of them was shaking violently. A small vertical crack appeared and plenty of black goo flew out. The crack became bigger and bigger until the egg shell cracked in half. All remained black goo fell on the ground and there was a naked man kneeling on one knee.
The man’s body was muscular and sculpted, his face was with square chin and five o’clock shadow, his hair short and eyes blank. He slowly stood up. The black goo spread from his toes up and formed rubber boots and pants. Some goo shot to his arms and rubber gloves were created.
The man’s head kept down until the goo covered all from his neck down. The skintight rubber bodysuit outlined his perfect body, glimmering under the led neon lights on the walls.
He walked upstairs to the ground floor. There were also giant black rubber eggs, some merely pulsating, some were cracking, and some already broken, but there was only him alone in the room.
The man’s finger touched a cellphone left on the bar table, the cellphone wrapped in black goo immediately.
"911, what’s your emergency?"
"I am kidnapped! Help!" The macular man used a faked young man voice answered.
"Do you know where you are? Are you safe?"
"I’m safe, for now. It’s a nightclub…" he gave them the address.
"May I have your name please?"
"I am Adam."
"Okay, sir. Our men will be there in 10 minutes, please be calm."
"Hurry!" And he hang on the phone, or more accurately, disconnected the phone.
Adam stood up straight, smiled. He knew he did well as Master ordered him to do so he could enjoy the pleasure throughout his body. When the police arrived, Master might give him the main reward, the first climax after his rebirth.
The visor form on his blank eyes. He walked out and gave a nod to the bouncer. Mike and the bouncer were assigned as guards of the cult and should be more muscular than other followers. But follower like Adam who could arrive to the front of Master, would be assigned as missionaries. They would be given nice looking face and their body would morphed to the most attractive type according to the objects.
Adam walked through the alley, searched target. He had never been so eager to take the initiative to contact strangers. Thanks to Mike for helping him get to know his master. Now with the support of his new brother and the leadership of his master, he had a clear and new goal in life.
"Thank you, master!" He yelled in mind but made no noise in public when enjoying his first main reward at the entrance of alley in the street.
#rubber#mystery fiction#cosmic horror#hp lovecraft inspired#horror story#muscular male#ai image#18+ content#mind control#tofu83#rubber men
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the official TIR cover art by @moookar
#tir#the ichorous rot#ichorous pod#audio drama#fiction podcast#mystery fiction#upcoming#podcast jam#pbc podcast jam#id in alt text#i am in LOVE with it they did such a good job :D
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🔎 NEW EPISODE RELEASED! 🔍 "Shave and a Haircut..."
"Jared reaches out to a dear friend to help make some much-needed changes, but he gets far more help than expected..." ✂️
Featuring the voices of: @casperolivervo, Miche Ward, & @ashleecraft! 🏳️🌈
Huge thank you to our @thesperience Patreon supporters and the folks over at Trans Justice Funding Project for supporting projects like ours!
#jar of rebuke#dr jared hel#jor podcast#midwestern gothic#queer horror#lgbt horror#audio drama#horror comedy#gay mystery#whodunnit#mystery fiction#cryptids#folklore#trans characters#ace characters#autistic characters#disabled characters#nonbinary characters#aromantic characters
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FREE ON YOUTUBE
Murder by Death (1976)
A weird little guy invites five world-famous detectives to his spooky mansion for the weekend, to see if he can outwit them once and for all. Silliness and charmingly lame jokes ensue. And if you're at least a casual fan of 20th century English-language detective fiction / movies up to 1976, you'll appreciate the characters and genre tropes being parodied / taken down here.
While not as raucously funny as other comedy movies from this era (like Airplane! and Blazing Saddles, assuming that era's comedy works for you at all), the Neil Simon script is consistently chuckle-worthy, with some genuine lol moments. There is one joke involving Peter Falk firing a gun and having to go to the bathroom that is one of the stupidest, funniest things I have ever seen, almost entirely because of how he delivers it. Seriously, the whole movie is worth watching just for that.
Speaking of Peter Falk, the cast is Hollywood royalty, many of them reprising crime-solving characters in parody that they were at this point famous for. Special note to James Coco as the Hercule Peroit parody Milo Perrier, one of the few actors who seems to get the tone the screenplay is trying for, so he is perpetually funny. And of course Peter Falk as Sam Diamond, being absolutely perfect as Columbo doing Humphrey Bogart doing Sam Spade. Falk was never not 110%, and that's also true here. Truman Capote, playing the principal antagonist, is...well. He was never a great actor. But he's certainly being Truman Capote and that kind of makes up for it.
Also special shout-out to Estelle Winwood, who at 93 is bright-eyed and sharp enough to make an extended fart joke funny.
(That woman died eight years after this, two years after I was born. She was born in 1883 and debuted on Broadway in 1916. Amazing.)
The big black mark on this is Peter Sellers as Sidney Wang, doing his awful stupid Charlie Chan Tojo "me so solly" yellowface garbage. Obviously his history of doing this character like this, to pop culture acclaim, was enough to get him into this movie doing it, WELL PAST the point where it was in any way acceptable. The movie knows that, sort of, and tries to Tropic Thunder it by making his behavior an object of (too) light scorn, while also pairing him with an "adopted Japanese son," played by Japanese-American actor Richard Narita. It is still utterly awkward and gross, redeemed only slightly by the fact that Sellers is a good actor so he gives Wang genuine depth of character, despite the rest of this. That is in no way a defense, and it is still terrible. Just slightly less terrible, maybe? Relatively?
With all of the magical realism and trope tear-downs in this plot, I kept expecting by the end that someone would reveal Sellers as a character perpetuating a racist fraud. But they aren't brave enough to do that. Real shame.
Also there are no Holmes and Watson parodies here, which seems like a glaring omission. Wikipedia says they cut scenes from the original screenplay which would have had them either show up right at the end, after the crime has already been solved, or near the end, and then solve it. These were apparently cut because it was decided they would distract from and overshadow the plot at that point.
Fair enough. But as the plot by the end is purposeful convoluted goofiness mixed with a meta-commentary on the whodunnit genre in general...would it have made THAT much of a difference? I don't think so.
It is a breezy 90 minutes. And while the first half drags purposefully bad jokes out a little too long and has trouble settling on a consistent comedic tone, it ramps up and is really solid by the end.
There are also some surprising jokes about sexuality and gender identity here. I don't want to oversell that, because it is all played as just more wackiness. But I didn't expect anything quite like this in a Hollywood movie from 1976. A welcome surprise.
Oh and the paper caricatures of the cast at the beginning and end were drawn by Charles Addams. Yes, THAT Charles Addams.
Rotten Tomatoes gives it a 67%. I'd go higher than that, at least the high seventies. That Peter Falk bathroom joke at like an hour and seventeen minutes is really goddamn funny.
#free on YouTube#free movies#murder by death#1970s#racism#peter falk#whodunnit#mystery fiction#detective#noir
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There's an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child – you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die. There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. In such ways are despots made.
— Gone Girl (Gillian Flynn)
#book quotes#thriller fiction#crime fiction#mystery fiction#gillian flynn#gone girl#amy dunne#family#parenting#children#only child#perfectionism#psychology
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Tears In A Bottle
Two posts in one week? I’m on a roll. J/K
Last week, I revised an old story entitled, “Tears In A Bottle.” It was originally published in 2021 at McCoy’s Monthly and maybe five people read it. Special thanks to the five of you who always read my stuff – you’re the best! Unfortunately, in 2022 the publication went defunct and my story was out of print. I considered submitting it out to publications that accept reprints. Unfortunately, many of those don’t pay for reprints. I did a little brainstorming, which means my mind was wandering when I doing dishes or laundry, and decided to republish “Tears in a Bottle” via Kindle Publishing. If this goes well, I may try to publish some of my other out-of-print works. Maybe even one of my novels.
Yeah, I know, I’m not an artist. I’m a writer. But that’s the best I could come up with. Anyway, here’s a little synopsis of the story:
Father Josef Wasilewski is suicidal…until he gets the chance to save a life. Unfortunately for him, he becomes a suspect for a young German soldier’s murder. He – and two friends – must escape Krakow before they are caught. To his surprise, help comes from the most unlikely place.
It’s historical fiction, based in Poland during WWII. If you’re interested and you’re willing to shell out .99 for short story/eBook, you can buy it now. I’ll receive a little royalties from it. Pretty please leave a review, because reviews are love.
Click Here to buy “Tears In A Bottle.”
I hope you like it. Now excuse me while I go run and hide.
#historical fiction#mystery fiction#tears in a bottle#christian fiction#poland#wwii#short stories#short fiction#holocaust
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Design a Detective pt. 3: type of detective
In this one, only the top option will be taken literally, unless "a combination" is the 1st to 3rd most popular choice. The percentages of other options will not affect their literal role but might affect how they treat their crime-solving. (For example, if they're a private eye but cop is the second most popular, they could have a very criminal justice mindset, be super lawful, or be pro-cop. I on purpose chose an example I don't think will happen.)
Links to positive traits and flaws polls for context
Pls reblog for more data! <3
#design a detective#poll#vote#detective#mystery#fictional detective#mystery fiction#build a blorbo#hal rambles
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I don't think we talk enough about how the supernatural canonically exists within the world of Poriot. Everyone always crossing my boy Sherlock with Dracula (as they should) but Hercule here straight up is friends with a guy who constantly runs into a ghost and has adventures with him.
#Mr Quin just running around being his ghostly/otherly self with Mr Satterthwaite#who as canonically hungout with Poirot#and possibly with people who've hungout with Miss Marple?#in any case other people have#when Poirot finally hits public domain you can bet my old grandma fingers will be flying to write the#poirot/marple/quin mashup we all deserve#with some tommy and tuppence thrown in as well#hercule poirot#mr quin#agatha christie#ok i sleep now#sherlock holmes#Dracula#mystery fiction
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If you love amateur sleuth murder mysteries, you'll love the Harlow Mystery series featuring Aubri Harlow, who always gets herself in danger during her investigations!
In Book 1, "Winner Takes All", Aubri goes to an island resort for a relaxing vacation, but it quickly turns deadly when another guest dies. Will she find out who did it or become the next victim?
Check out "Winner Takes All:" https://books2read.com/u/4EL8ro
In Book 2, "Engagement To Die For," it's all aboard the murder train! An engagement party turns nightmarish when Aubri finds her mother’s fiancé dead.
Can Aubri catch the killer before they get away with it? Find out in this second book! https://books2read.com/u/38Wn7V
#writeblr#indie author#writingcommunity#writing community#readers#books#murder mystery#amateur sleuth#amateur sleuth murder mystery#claris' original writing#original writing#original fiction#fiction#mystery fiction#murder mystery fiction#Winner Takes All#Engagement To Die For#book series#Harlow Mystery series#signal boost
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The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (review)
So here we are, starting off the year with a time loop murder mystery, so picked because it comes alphabetically before everything else on my TBR (counting numerals prior to alphabetical characters). This might be a bit spoilery in places (not about the murder), so please avoid if you're very sensitive to those.
This was a fun read, and a successful mystery, but not quite a satisfying novel. It's a high-concept thing; as is gradually revealed to the protagonist, and far more quickly revealed to the peruser of the back cover, the conceit centers around a mysterious death at an English country house with a detective bound to answer by repeating his investigations day after day, waking up in the body of a new witness with each repetition.
It's a fun concept, but the full scope of the setup is both stricter and less explained (it's not a spoiler to say there are Forces At Work, but we don't really get a sense of how any of it actually functions), and the investigations, though numerous and byzantine, do seem sometimes to be far too easily accomplished by our protean hero, especially when a certain mysterious presence shows up and cannot reveal anything, until he can, for no real reason. The main character gains abilities at the end not through any effort of his own, but because of the passage of time, and, seemingly, the needs of the plot.
Turton does an admirable job of getting us to care about a protagonist whose character is, even to himself, a blank slate, but the same cannot be said for the rest of the cast, so when there are significant reveals and reversals that involve them later on, it's hard to feel much of anything about it, especially when some of the surprise and thematic depth is supposed to come from backstory that we're informed our main character feels strongly about 7/8ths of the way through the book. (I don't think this was accidental, for what it's worth, but I don't think this experiment pays off.)
The writing is zippy and does a particularly deft job with unexpected similes and clever turns of phrase, even if much of the dialogue is centered around the logistical trappings of what has or hasn't just happened (hardly a fault in a book as potentially confusing as this one). I am a serial non-predictor of the end of mysteries, and thus easy to please on that score, but I found the final layout of how the crime occurred supremely satisfying.
All in all, I quite enjoyed the book although it didn't cohere very well for me, and seemed to tire of its own concept towards the end. I would absolutely read another mystery by Stuart Turton (I'm excited to pick up his The Devil and the Dark Water at some point). There's a very strong mystery plot within the high-concept trappings of this book, and if it often fails in its ambitions, that's partially because it has so many lofty ones.
postscript: I *do* wonder how many bookstores have despaired at the similarity of this title and The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
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I might need a bookshelf for my mystery / whodunnit books and dvds. I wanna show off my multi-year long collection efforts. I'm so proud of it 😭😭😭
#my posts#Murder Mysteries#sherlock holmes#whodunnit#chicago musical#murder she wrote#agatha christie#knives out#hercule poirot#jessica fletcher#benoit blanc#murder mystery book#mystery fiction#nancy drew
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As a fan of SMT & its star artist Kazuma Kaneko, I was bound to stumble upon his other works of art including those done in collaboration with Kouhei Kadono of Boogiepop Phantom fame for an LN series I’d never heard of until a handful of years ago called the Jiken Mystery Series. It’s a meld of gritty fantasy with the Detective Fiction of Agatha Christie & hit right on my personal sweet spot not just due to loving unique fantasy settings like those of FromSoftware, SMT & Berserk but the likes of Hercule Poirot & Sherlock Holmes.
The Jiken Mystery Series sadly never even reached the niche cult status of its sister series Boogiepop Phantom so I’d abandoned hope of ever getting to read it beyond learning Japanese & scouring eBay for untranslated copies. However surprisingly, an LN fan happened across seemingly one of the few existing copies of the Del Rey Books English Translation of the 1st volume: The Case Of The Dragon Slayer: A Jiken Mystery from nearly 2 decades ago, an official publishing project that was soon after abandoned. The same fan also went through the effort of scanning the work & thanks to the magic of the Internet, an archivist went ahead & uploaded to the scans to the Internet Archive.
Despite the crude scans which don’t end up being flattering to Kaneko’s artwork, the story itself is still completely readable & enough so that a motivated fanbase could retype the entire thing & pair it with the existing higher quality versions of the novel’s artwork which have been floating around for a few years to create a digital restoration of at least this first book. It’s quite a wonder that this series, which was inching towards being complete lost media doomed to obscurity, has been able to persist at least a bit thanks to the random luck of a Kouhei Kadono reader & the efforts of online archivists.
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Violence & Gentleness Chapter 9: Cuckoo
Chapter 9 AO3 Link 18+ MDNI (Whole Fic Link Here)
Young Primo x OC Papessa
Tags: 1970s, Satanic Panic, Dark Magic, Bodyguard/Musician Romance, Noir Mystery, Assassins, NonVerbal Ghouls, Nameless Ghouls OC, Just Some Witchcraft Nothing to See Here, There's some cultist shit going on, Really Horrifying stuff in here, and a little guy shows up
Primo and Edelweiss Ghoul explore the house. There's much to see and things impossible to forget.
CW: Graphic Depictions of Violence
I have sat on this chapter and picked at it for months. MONTHS.
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Taglist: @historian-crown @monkberryghouldelight @ghuleh-recs @fishwithtitz @can-of-pringles @in-cardi-c-we-thrust @riptide-kid
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#ghost fandom#ao3 author#the band ghost#ghost scenes from the void#ghost band fic#ao3 fanfic#cardinal copia#anamelessfool writes#ghost band#papa emeritus i#papa primo#young primo#mystery fiction
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Babyhood is not a time of bliss; it’s one of terror. As babies we are trapped in a strange, alien world, unable to see properly, constantly surprised at our bodies, alarmed by hunger and wind and bowel movements, overwhelmed by our feelings. We are quite literally under attack.
— The Silent Patient (Alex Michaelides)
#book quotes#psychological fiction#thriller fiction#mystery fiction#alex michaelides#the silent patient#psychology#child development#babies#fear#terror#confusion#biology#human biology
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Three more chapters. I only have three more chapters to write before the first draft of my novel is complete.
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