#threats of slaughter

[hummingbird-of-light]

Round 2: Third story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: Dressing For Revenge

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Original Male Character(s)

Relationship(s): /

Rating: M

Words: 1,525

Prompt: Defeated and Trophified

Warnings: Graphic Depiction Of Violence, Threats of Slaughter, Blood and Injury, Alternate Universe - Selkie

(You can also find this story on AO3)

A/N: This story is based on my fanfiction "Call of the Sea"

~ Dressing For Revenge ~

1788, Orkney Islands

The strangest feeling off all. That was the only way Robert could describe what it felt like when he stripped off his fur and two long bare things grew where his tail fin usually was.

And not only that part of him was changing. When he stared at his reflection in the water he saw that his whole appearance was morphing into that of his kind's worst enemy.

The appearance of a human.

Robert bared his teeth in anger.

Humans. These monsters were the ones who took everything.

The Selkie's fish and their habitat and their family members. Humans were cruel and scary and horrible! His mother had always warned Robert about them. And not just him. His brother too.

The Selkie whimpered at the thought of his older brother. Not too long ago Montgomery had turned into his human form in order to save Robert from a human who had taken him. Montgomery had succeeded but the human had managed to burn his fur. And by doing that he had doomed Montgomery to stay in his human form for the rest of his life.

Montgomery had left the islands together with more humans. Nice humans - that's what his brother had called them. Aye... they had even helped him to save Robert.

Well, maybe there actually were friendly human beings, but Robert knew one that was the monster their mother had always described to the brothers.

The man who had taken him. The man who had wanted to dissect and kill him. The man who had taken his brother from him.

When Robert had found the shiny sharp thing that humans called dagger on the ground of the sea, he knew exactly what he needed to do with it.

And there he was, standing on his human feet, the dagger in his slim human fingers.

He would find him. He would find the man who had destroyed his life. And then? Then he would make him pay for it.

~

It didn't take him too long to find the cabin where the human was living. It was right at the sea. A small home with a boat.

Robert clenched his jaw.

A boat the man used to hunt his kind. A boat the Selkie needed to destroy.

But first, he wanted to end the man himself. He wanted to still his hunger for revenge.

So he sneaked up to the cabin and looked through one of the glassen stones, the humans called windows.

A smile formed on Robert's lips as he saw the human fast asleep. It was just perfect! All he needed to do was sneak inside the house and stab the sharp dagger into the human's body. His grandfather had once told him that that was a way to kill these monsters.

Robert stared down at his furry coat. Since it was a very cold night, he had tied it around his body so that it could warm him.

His eyes fell onto the flames burning in the fireplace inside the cabin. He needed to put them out so that the man didn't have the chance to throw his coat into them, in case he woke up.

But that would probably wake him up anyway.

No... Robert just had to be fast enough. He needed to sneak inside, stab the human and then get back into the water.

An easy plan. A good plan.

~

Slowly, Robert opened the door and he winced when it made a squeaking sound. The Selkie quickly stared at the man in bed and noticed that he hadn't moved. He let out a sigh of relief and took one step forward.

A huge mistake.

It all happened way too fast. Before he knew what was happening, something dropped down from above him and seconds later Robert was lying on the wooden ground of the cabin, wriggling and squirming helplessly.

A net!

A cold chuckle caused Robert to stop moving and he watched in horror as the man who had appeared to be asleep only moments ago, stepped in front of him, grinning down at what he had caught.

"Well, well... what do we have here? A great catch!"

Robert gritted his teeth and he started to squirm once more while the human's gaze fell upon the coat the helpless intruder was wearing.

"Now, if it isn't my wee friend, eh? How lovely of ye to come visit me again."

Forcefully, the man grabbed the net and pulled it further inside the cabin so that he could close the door.

Robert yelped in surprise and for one moment he was paralyzed with fear, but then he remembered the weapon he was carrying with him.

Firmly determined, he used the dagger to cut a whole into the net and once he had shaken it off, he instantly lunged at the human.

Unfortunately though, the Selkie wasn't used to walking and fighting on legs, and the man was stronger and faster. Robert was merely able to inflict one cut to the man's face before this one disarmed him and pushed him to the hard ground.

"My, my. We have a wee fighter here, I see. Not as strong as yer brother though, are ye?"

At hearing Montgomery being mentioned, another wave of anger washed over Robert and he let out an inarticulated cry, trying to get to his feet again. He didn't get too far though. The human kicked him into his ribs and the Selkie could only whimper in pain as he hit the floor again.

He yelped when the man grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head backwards. Then he sat down on his legs to keep him down.

"Ye really chose a perfect timing to come back to me, ye know? I didn't catch a lot of fish in the past few days, but ye'll make a nice stew. And I'm sure yer head will look great above the fireplace."

The man forcefully grabbed the furry coat and started to cover Robert's body with it.

"Let's see how this works. If my studies are right, we're gonna need a little bit of this."

From the corner of his eye, Robert could see that the man was reaching for a nearby bucket of water. He shook his head, eyes wide.

When the water soaked through his coat and he slowly started to turn back into a seal, the Selkie could hear the human laughing loudly.

"It works! It actually works! Perfect!"

Robert yolwed and moved his fin tail back and forth to shove the man off of him, but he wasn't strong enough.

He squeezed his eyes shut in fear when he heard the voice next to his ear.

"Let's cut you open, shall we?"

There was a sharp pain in his left flank and Robert yelped and whimpered as the human slowly started to cut out a big piece of fat and meat. He felt blood rushing from his body and his heart was beating out of his chest from the pain and panic.

He would kill him. The human would kill him. And then he would make a trophy out of him. A trophy to show everyone what kind of monster humans were.

And then... all of Montgomery's efforts would have been in vain.

Montgomery.

Tears filled the Selkie's eyes at the thought of his brother and suddenly he found new strength.

He wouldn't let this happen! He wouldn't let Montgomery's sacrifice be in vain!

Once again, he twisted and turned and this time, he was somehow able to throw the human off. In the process, the man's head hit the edge of the bed and he dropped to the ground unconsciously.

Robert looked at him for a moment, then his eyes fell onto the fireplace. A grim smile formed on the Selkie's lips as he weakly stripped off his fur again and turned back into his human form.

He gathered all the wood he could find and threw it into the flames, causing the fire to grow and grow and when he was sure that it would swallow the whole cabin in no time, Robert glanced at the human one last time.

The monster would die, would burn just like Montgomery's fur.

And when he left the building that was quickly starting to catch fire, Robert knew that he had gotten the revenge he had longed for.

His feet carried him towards the sea and he hurried to put his coat back on. He didn't even look at the trail of blood that was following him. The waves would wash it away sooner or later.

When the water, his home, engulfed his body and he turned back into a seal, he let himself sink deeper and deeper.

He knew that he wouldn't get back to his mother. His grandfather. His friends.

He was too weak to swim. He could only let his body float through the deep water of the sea.

And when he closed his eyes and gave in to the feeling of fatigue, his last thoughts were with his brother.

'I'm sorry, a bhràthair. I'm sorry that I didn't make it.'

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: defeated and trophified #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #oc #whump #selkie au #graphic depictions of violence #blood and injury #threats of slaughter

[djpaige]

I mean it was just SUCH. A PERSPECTIVE SHIFT!!! It was-- UGH.

Like, you're watching episode 1 of Calamity, and you open with "Fire." Just that reminder that THIS IS GOING TO BE A DARK STORY. You know this, this is what you're signing up for! These characters are awful! They're all lying about various stuff! They have these ambitions and secrets and lies that will lead them all to RUIN. And you're watching this story unfold, and it's so tense because you KNOW that the Calamity happens. It's already heartbreaking because it's not so much that you know they *can't* stop it, but because you know they *don't*! It's in the lore! It's in the timeline! The Calamity is a thing that happens! TWO THIRDS of the population dies!!! TWO THIRDS!!!

You spend three episodes wondering how the Ring of Brass will mess everything up so bad that the world gets as bad as it can possibly get. Two thirds of the population! Dead!

And then in that fourth episode, Brennan flips that shit on its head. Because he brings in a worse tragedy. One where EVERYONE dies. No one makes it out of Exandria. Complete and total annihilation. And then gently introduces the idea of... what if you could save some of them?

That last fight had characters with HP in the single digits, no spells left, and it was unwinnable if the goal was to win the fight. But the goal changed and became to just survive long enough. You know they can't all survive this. But you sure as shit can hope that they can last those crucial 18 seconds. Just enough to make the difference between losing everyone, and not losing everyone.

It became a story not of how they lost two thirds of the population, but about how they saved one third. And it was an absolute master class in how to use tragedy to tell a story of hope.

#critical role #cr #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #exu calamity spoilers #exandria unlimited spoilers #how do we even tag things anymore. I forget how to use this website for fandom things. #I eat this shit UP I'm realizing #stories like Lord of the Rings and like Rogue One where everything goes to absolute hell #and these characters cling to SHREDS of hope when things are as bad as they can get #and they push just one step further #and one step after that #also Brennan absolutely SLAUGHTERED me with that 'Why do we tell stories?' #I was like 'BRENNAN. FUCK YOU. NO. You put that shit back on the table! Do not take this story above table! I WILL cry and that is a threat

[dontbelasagne]

what fear/avatar fits "I'm in your walls" energy the most?

#i find this both hilarious and as a threat #tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #martin blackwood #the eye #the stranger #the web #the slaughter #the buried #the spiral #the flesh #the vast #the dark #the desolation #the extinction #the corruption #the lonely #the hunt #smirkes 14

[qxurugosk]

Longan? Emotionless? Barely shows any reaction? No, I don't think so.

I have a headcanon that Longan is.. more unhinged whenever they slaughter Cookies. By unhinged, I mean they will literally morph their face into the most insane and uncanny looking shit they can think of. They relish in their despair. They WANT to be feared. They WANT to show Cookies the threat that lingers. And no one's going to save them, only death will.

I feel like turning them into stone is too kind, this version of Longan is more threatening and will be physically present throughout the entire massacre rather than just using their orbs to get the job done. No one is spared, everyone dies, and nothing's going to stop that. The Dragons can't do anything. The Legendaries won't do anything. And the Gods that Cookies worship will never listen to their pleas of mercy.

They're so fucked up, they have so much potential in CROB lore but they decided to backseat them..... Which I understand since this is a kid friendly game!

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #longan dragon cookie #headcanon #they're so fucked up #genocidal maniac #make them a threat cr!! #they'll slaughter a village in under and hour #weird fucking dragon

[saeraas]

they let you get gbvsr dlc to change the announcer to any of the characters, and most are normal but then there's belial, who gives everyone two special nicknames and this is to basically say i was not prepared for hearing him call eustace "cocked and loaded"

#the other name was armed agent for eustace #should i not be shocked? yes but still i thought they were lying until i checked it out #other notable nicknames are: #he calls uno ''the faker'' which is ??? i definitely missed something #six is ''edgelord'' ig he got bored thinking with him #he just steals vane's nickname for percival #he takes zooey more seriously with ''cosmic beast'' #''lamb to the slaughter'' is mean as hell for anila #calling vira a ''crazy cat lady'' after calling katalina ''no fun allowed'' is something #cags is ''red alert'' because she's always a threat 💯 #interestingly he says ''i'll destroy you'' for avatar belial but it just sounds like he's lost control more than anything ofc #bubs is the reverse where he calls everyone mayfly except like 7 people and calls himself the one true king lmao #gbf #gbvsr #granblue fantasy #he kinda peaked at eustace none of the others were that wild

[venomoustia]

Larian really just dropped the hardest durge design and said “go wild on making your own characters”, as if that isn’t exactly how I want mine to look.

#bg3 #bg3 durge #bg3 dark urge #baldur's gate 3 #the concept of a character just screaming immediate danger #and for good reason too since durge was MADE to be dangerous #they were made to slaughter everything #and then having that character fight against that concept #similar to how tieflings are treated in the game but still different #because it’s not a general hate/fear it’s for this one person #pair this with the HC that durge is just a facsimile of their race #that uncanny valley that makes something a clear and immediate threat #raaaaaah

[yelesomeblue]

Part three of of my Fazbear"wins" angst art

@sinclairmaxwellao3 I've got the third installment of Fazbear "wins" in "Lambs and Slaughters" mafia au

So Fazbear doesn't know when to quit while he's ahead and decides to live stream this to the Celestials family. Fazbear's smug voice comes from off screen.

"Sunrise, if you don't quiet down and behave I will rip Moon's arm off... Good boy. Now then good afternoon Celestial family, please excuse my dolls' behavior, we just finished their upgrades about an hour ago and they appear to be a little rowdy... I know you're wondering what upgrades, right? Hehehe... You see solar and lunar model animatronics are a bit rare and very expensive to make... but there is another way, a much more fun and cost effective way. My associate, Moonrise, agreed to help as well. He's quite excited. Ha ha ha said he always wanted to be a dad... Moondrop! I promise if you don't stop that clicking noise you will not like the consequences! It seems these two will need some punishment. No no Sunrise don't start whining now, you brought this on yourselves. Moonrise cut the feed would you?"

Fazbear doesn't realize that the Celestial family is very much tearing through the plex like its wet tissue paper because like hell are they going to let happen what Fazbear is implying will happen and they are quickly converging in on his little play room he's filming from.

#mafia au #fanart #sinclairmaxwellao3 #lambs&slaughters #sun and moon show au #Forced body modifications mentioned #Threats of forced pregnancy #threats of violence

[thewingedwolf]

i keep seeing “it doesn’t matter if this post about anti semitism was made by a zionist, it’s still relevant” and i think this is a really deranged thing to say, but it’s a deranged thing that happens all the time so i guess it makes sense that people keep saying it. like, this was also a discussion when the crypto terf thing started going off, where people would say “it doesn’t matter if the op is a transmisogynist it’s a good post” but the op is specifically including trans women in their argument about male privilege which means their fundamental argument is incorrect and at odds with any and all feminist discussion!!! the same way that like, it doesn’t actually matter whether jackson hinkle is making a good point about palestine or not, he’s a far right anti semitic pos grifter and we should be blocking him any time he tries to engage because his fundamental argument is not “palestinians deserve a right to life, dignity, self determination, return, and safety” his argument is “the jews are controlling the media” a zionist will follow up their post about anti semitism with some shit like “i mean these leftists get mad when you call it the israel hamas WAR instead of a genocide, bc they’re anti semitic” while pictures of mutilated children’s corpses are being blasted all over my twitter feed. yes objectively anti semitism is on the rise, but that doesn’t mean you start platforming genocide deniers, sorry. there are plenty of people who don’t like, straight up refer to palestinians as rats that you can reference when discussing the rise in hate crimes!!

#it’s so exhausting to go on literally every website and watch people switch from doing a blood libel against like a random jewish person wh #has absolutely no ties to israel whatsoever to insisting that hind’s murder was a tragic accident. #or like bc rachel zegler liked a post that was like ‘save palestine save the hostages’ it means the year of death threats she got was #justified and nevermind she’s Been saying free palestine for several years. #i kno social media only processes world events through memes and i understand why that is but jfc #people are being wholesale slaughtered and you’ve got the most ghoulish people on the internet trying to get popular off it #and other people saying if u don’t reblog their ghoulish posts you’re a [insert anything here] #did medieval peasants discourse about the town crier like this. #like i need to know if this is a new thing that happened with the invention of the printing press & higher literacy rates or if medieval #peasants also dealt with the court jester trying to fundraise off a genocide happening somewhere else. #idk how people who were politically aware during the bush years didn’t lose their fucking minds bc i’m seriously at my limit

[hummingbird-of-light]

It’s time for Whumptober y’all! To anyone who hasn’t read about this year’s character I chose yet… It’s Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy! To be honest, I never thought I’d write a whole whump-month about him (mainly since I only feature him in Scotty stories XD) but I can do it 💪

Let’s get started!

This first story is based on my “You will be mine”-series. It’s an alternate version of the last oneshot.

Whumptober 2023

No. 1 “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying to just fill in all the gaps.” (swooning)

~

Dr. McCoy's gaze slid out the window and fell on the dark vehicle parked behind the small house. He frowned.

A black BMW.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and examined the car. Why did it look so damn familiar to him?

It took a brief moment, but out of nowhere memories flashed through the doctor's mind.

The black BMW... had followed Scotty and him. When they had been in town, when they had visited the park... Of course, it could have been any black car, but now that McCoy saw that BMW, everything suddenly became clear to him.

The explanation for all the terrible things. The man who had kidnapped his husband... was standing right behind him.

It had been almost half a year now since he had come home from an emergency at work, only to find his house empty. Half a year he had had to spend without the man he loved so much. Half a year there had been no clues as to Scotty's whereabouts.

And now? Now, by chance, while jogging, he had run into the man he had never met in person back then.

Khan Singh, scientist and former interlocutor of his missing husband.

How had McCoy been so blind? How had he not noticed it earlier?

"Dr. McCoy?"

A cold shiver ran down the doctor's spine when he heard the deep voice behind him. Quickly he wheeled around and looked at the man who - sympathetic as he was - had invited him in for a cup of coffee.

"I asked if you want milk or sugar?"

Slowly, McCoy shook his head, forcing a smile to his lips. He just couldn't let on now!

"No, thank you. I always drink my coffee black," he replied, moving to one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Inconspicuously, he let his hand glide over his wristwatch.

"A good choice. Nothing like black coffee."

Mr. Singh joined him with a smile, setting one of the cups down in front of the doctor before taking a sip of his own coffee.

McCoy did the same. He had to be as inconspicuous as possible and stall for time. But almost as if by magic, his eyes wandered around the room.

Where? Where could that son of a bitch be hiding Scotty?

"So, tell me more about Scotty's disappearance. I read that it was a nighttime kidnapping?"

Right. Singh had offered McCoy that they could think again together about how Scotty's abduction had occurred. He had said that maybe together they could come up with a new lead. What a lying bastard!

"Y-yes... I... I came home from emergency surgery back then and... Scotty was gone. There was no sign of a break-in."

The look on his counterpart's face distorted in a peculiar way.

"Well... then it almost seems as if Scotty left voluntarily."

McCoy's grip on the cup's handle only tightened, and he tried his best not to clench his teeth.

"I hardly think so. As it happens, all the surveillance cameras were disabled that night. It was clearly a long-planned kidnapping."

And Singh knew that for a fact. After all, he had been the one to kidnap Scotty.

The black-haired man thoughtfully moved his head back and forth, taking another sip of coffee before answering.

"Or it was... a liberation strike. Maybe... the person in charge wanted to free Scotty from his dreary boring life to help him achieve greater things."

McCoy narrowed his eyes in irritation.

"What... what's that supposed to mean?"

A cool grin formed on Singh's lips and his blue eyes seemed to literally pierce through McCoy.

"Oh, come on, Doctor. We both know you know who I am. It was hard to miss, after all. You recognized my car."

Good. So then this would not just be a conversation, but possibly degenerate into the brawl it was supposed to be. Enough with the good face.

"You kidnapped him. Where is he? Where's Scotty?!"

Quickly, McCoy got to his feet. Perhaps a little too quickly, because he suddenly felt incredibly dizzy.

His counterpart simply remained sitting in place.

"Don't worry, doctor. He's safe and sound. He's in his own little paradise, free from pathetic inferior people like you."

Slowly Singh got to his feet and stepped around the table.

McCoy felt raging anger boiling up inside him. He would kill him! He would finish this guy, Oath or no Oath.

As fast as he could, he staggered over to the kitchen counter, where a knife block stood. Why the hell was he so dizzy?

He blinked a few times to see more clearly, but it didn't help.

And suddenly it became clear to him.

The coffee! That bastard had mixed something into the coffee!

McCoy reached for the knives, but he didn't get a hold of them. In a few seconds, he was lying on the cold floor, trying to get his bearings somehow.

"Are you all right, doctor? Would you like me to bring you a glass of water?"

Singh's sardonic voice seemed to come from everywhere.

McCoy shook his head, trying desperately to get back on his feet. He had to do something! He had to fight back somehow!

But whatever the man had given him seemed to work perfectly.

"You know, doctor, I knew you'd be jogging in these woods at some point. I... more or less provoked it. That pretty flyer in your mailbox..."

A... flyer? Right. McCoy had found said flyer advertising the lake and the forest surrounding it. That was the only reason he had come here, had changed his jogging route.

"I wanted you right here."

A hand grabbed McCoy's hair and jerked his head upward.

"Well... not right here in the kitchen. I'd rather have you next door in the cold storage room. That's where everything's set up, after all."

As much as the doctor tried to resist, Singh simply pulled him along with him to a nearby door.

Even though McCoy couldn't see anything clearly in the bright white room, he recognized the floor, which was covered with a tarp.

"Today is the last day Monty and I will spend in this beautiful cottage before I unfortunately have to take him abroad, so I figured he'd be happy to have his favorite dish."

Rudely, McCoy was knocked to the floor and he almost threw up. He tried to move, but with each passing second more strength drained from his muscles.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Singh reach for something shiny hanging on the wall.

A... hatchet!

"You know how much he loves his haggis, don't you? And since he loves you, too, for reasons I can't explain, I thought why not combine these two... preferences?"

McCoy's eyes widened in shock as Singh approached him, hatchet firmly in his right hand. He was going to kill him! He was going to slaughter him like a sheep!

Slowly, as best he could, the doctor crawled backward, away from the monster that had abducted his husband.

"N-no... Y-you..."

That bastard couldn't be serious!

"Personally, I prefer spare ribs. But you have enough of these too."

McCoy somehow managed to turn onto his stomach and crawl across the floor, but he didn't get very far. He screamed as loud as he could when he felt the blade of the axe hit his lower right leg and cut through it.

"Now, now... Where do you think you're going, doctor? Don't crawl away."

Singh's laughter reached his ears and he wanted nothing more than to just beat the guy up. But he had no strength.

"Be a good little sheep."

Another blow with the hatchet. This time in the thigh.

He would die. Singh would kill him!

But that was not his greatest fear.

Tears filled his eyes at the thought of Scotty. He should have saved him. He should have found him sooner!

"I'm... sorry, M-Monty."

As he lost consciousness and the world went black around him, he just hoped that his plan had worked.

-

The steady beeping that filled his ears was damn familiar to McCoy. He heard it day in and day out, after all. It was part of his workplace.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he looked around.

He was indeed in the hospital. His heart sank at the thought of his last memories.

Scotty's captor who had tried to slaughter him. Unbearable pain in his leg.

"Mo ghràdh!"

That voice. McCoy's head wheeled around and he couldn't believe who he saw next to his bed.

Scotty. It really was his husband! Carefully, the doctor lifted his hand and put it on the Scotsman's cheek.

"M-Monty..."

Seeing the familiar face after so long was almost surreal. But... it was also beautiful.

For a long time, the two men just looked deeply into each other's eyes. They could hardly believe that they were reunited.

"That was a pretty close call, Dr. McCoy."

McCoy's gaze wandered to the door as he heard a familiar voice and discovered that Officers Sulu and Uhura were also present.

With a faint smile, the doctor held up his wrist with the watch.

"The watch with the emergency button was really a good idea," he muttered. Fortunately, Lt. Sulu had suggested the idea to him some time ago.

"Ye... ye came. Ye saved me."

Scotty's whimper made McCoy's head travel back to his husband and he gently stroked his cheek.

"Of course. Anything for you, leannan."

Tears streamed down Scotty's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry that he hurt ye. That he... tried to kill ye."

But McCoy just shook his head.

"It's all right, Monty. Knowing you're by my side again makes me forget all the pain."

The wounds, physical and psychological, would heal. As long as Scotty was back with him, all was well.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #lyric #But now this room is spinning while I’m trying to just fill in all the gaps. #swooning #star trek #fanfiction #major character injury #gore #blood #threats of slaughter #violence #drugs #dr. leonard mccoy #khan noonien singh #montgomery scott #hikaru sulu #nyota uhura #alternate universe #scotty/mccoy #scones

[patchyourbrokenwings]

in the best interest of you, I will softly and with a lot of kindness in my heart unfollow you if you live blog about that overhyped capitalist game this weekend <3

#this is not a threat #i promise #or just unfollow me already #if you believe the super bowl is more important #than countless of innocent children being slaughtered every day #i don't want to have anything to do with you #not sorry at all

[kelpiemomma]

It happened in the blink of an eye.

The Alpha Alakazam glanced at Khan, who had been oddly subdued since begrudgingly giving up where their next destination was, and then Ingo heard “you might be surprised by what you need,” and suddenly he was in the middle of a blood bath.

And Ingo was no stranger to battles- he and Emmet made a living off them, after all, and he'd participated in a handful of raids against scientists who thought they knew best for the world. He had seen the aftermath of people who had been attacked by wild pokemon, and what remained of those who decided their best course of action in life was to jump into a set of train tracks. It was never any less horrifying, and Ingo occasionally had nightmares about what he'd seen, but where he was now…

It simply was a nightmare.

Fires burned in varying degrees all around him. Some consumed trees, and some consumed bodies. He tried to find something to put them out with there was nothing nearby. Not even snow. At the sound of laughter he turned his head to see a group of humans in pale tunics walking away, a few of them carrying bloodied sticks. Anger flushed through his veins and he went to chase after them but was pulled backwards instead. He tried again, and again, but their strange words vanished into the forest and faded into darkness. Ingo was left surrounded by corpses of pokemon, confused and horrified.

There was nothing he could do, and he didn't know why he was here.

The sun faded in the sky and the fires began to die, slowly turning to embers. The bodies they'd consumed were nothing but charred husks, and the primitive buildings he'd first thought to simply be fallen trees collapsed on themselves with no support left. It has taken Ingo longer than he cared to admit that this hadn't just been a group of pokemon- it had been their home, where they'd had their own rooms. There were enough bodies here to be an entire family, the kind biologists loved to see where he came from. They were so few and far between, requiring a curious amount of intelligence, teamwork, and tolerance. He knew people, personally, who would have loved to observe this family.

And here he was, observing their bodies instead.

A terrified yelp grabbed his attention; another den had just collapsed. Apparently this inhabitant had been alive. Ingo dashed over and tried to remove branches- his hands went right through, but he didn't stop trying. After releasing his own anguished scream - why was he here when he was so useless?! - the branches moved. An ashen, burnt paw emerged first. The sticks wiggled again, collapsing around the body further, until the remaining pokemon finally managed to pull itself free. And it was only then, staring at the young Zorua, that Ingo finally realized what he must have walked into.

He turned to look, to take in what he had taken for granted before.

The bodies weren't just pokemon. They were Zoroarks, Zoruas. Pokemon that had, from his understanding, been long loathed in Hisui. Seen as ill omens, as dangers to their societies. This clan must have settled somewhere, thinking it a safe area to raise their family, only for it to be discovered by humans. Humans who were fearful of what they saw as dangerous. Attack before you are attacked. Ingo could, to an extent, understand why- pokemon in Hisui were so much more aggressive, defensive, than those he had grown up with and known. Some people had pokemon partners but they were not like what he was used to. And with this clan settling in, with new generations being reared, he could only imagine the thought process the humans who had found it must have had.

Get them, before they get us.

He turned back to the Zorua, who had emerged from the collapsed den and now stood silently.

Staring.

Ingo wanted to know what his expression was, but just as he began to lean over to look the pokemon began moving. He approached the closest corpse first- this one hadn't been burned, at least, but there was a puddle of blood haloing it. The Zorua didn't seem to notice his paws getting wet as he drew closer, lifting a paw to nudge the body. The corpse. As Ingo expected, there was no response. The Zorua tried again, finally turning away when the corpse remained still.

Ingo followed as it staggered around the ashes of the clearing, prodding at every body it found regardless of their state. Some were so very obviously dead… but the Zorua still tried.

Trauma, Ingo knew, did funny things to a mind. To one as young as this…

It was no wonder why Khan was the way he was.

The young pokemon finally stopped, his breaths coming faster and faster. Ingo knelt down when his back legs collapsed, arms reaching out as if he could help. As before, he simply phased through. The Zorua turned his head, finally revealing the scar that Ingo would come to know well, now a fresh wound that still bled. His paws were cut up and burnt, there were scratches and lesions all along his back. He was a mess. Ingo could hear frantic, near-silent whines coming from the Zorua. It was hard to say if the volume was from fear that he would be heard, or if the smoke had gotten to his lungs.

Tears began slipping from the Zorua 's eyes. His panting became one long, hiccuping whine. His head remained turned, staring behind him, and Ingo was struck by what he'd yelled at Khan in anger so long ago, and yet so recently.

“You have no idea what it's like to have a family you can't return to!”

Khan, of all of their companions, absolutely did. This… this was why his reaction had been so strong, why Nana and Mnesomyne both had stepped in to stop Khan from assaulting - perhaps even killing - Ingo.

This is why she sent me here.

Ingo looked down at the Zorua again. Khan seemed to be frozen in place, but the wind around them was moving leaves and leftover smoke. It was only Khan who was frozen, unable to look away from his slaughtered family.

“I'm sorry,” Ingo said quietly, placing his hands around Khan's body as if he could actually hold him, “I'm so sorry.”

#Khan a. #Centaurworld au #Ingo #Not sure how much I'll upload after this tbh. I'm not really feeling it anymore. #In this au Khan takes the place of wammawink but... He's an aggressive asshole. Who aggressively takes care of people. #Not very many (he can't tolerate a lot of people) but his small pack is much beloved by him #And anyone outside that pack is a threat that he will eliminate #Ingo ended up with them through circumstances (named Akari. He was injured and she was sympathetic) #He and Khan butt heads a lot at first bc Ingo desperately wants to get back to Emmet. #Ingo (not knowing Khans history) does a lot of shoving his foot in his mouth re: Khans (lack of) family #Until Khan realizes they need guidance on where to go and... Reluctantly takes Ingo and Co to an Alakazam who can help #(you get not what you want but what you need) #She sends ingo into Khan's memory (horse being thrown into wammawinks past) where he sees the truth #That Khan isn't alone with his small pack because he's too good for other Zoroark (so he says) #But because his entire pack was ruthlessly slaughtered by humans while he was young #The reason why he's so protective. Why he doesn't sleep much. Why he's so volatile towards humans. #And Ingo has said so much without knowing better. He's going to do better now that he knows tho. #Re: wammawink and horse bonding. So did Ingo and Khan. #Ingo sees Khans past and understands his desire to protect. Promises to help him as best he can. #Khan in turn lets himself rely more on Ingo and gradually begins to soften. #When the noble Zoroark tries to kill Ingo (who's sad bc he's losing his memory and noble Zoroark just wants to genuinely help) #It's Khan who approaches him with softness and kindness and forgiveness #'we are all just fragile things' #And he promises that no matter what he'll get ingo back to where he belongs and who he belongs with #(Emmet is horrified and concerned and just relieved Ingo is back but. Why did he bring back three pokemon and two humans as well. #Why did they have to come with.)

[tealeavesandthorns]

mirror mirror

Send me   “ mirror mirror “   to get a glimpse of my muse after they’ve turned to the dark side… 

"You're telling me, you have them in a cell and all you're going to do is let them wait."

"With food and water and a bloody pillow. No blood, no pain, no psychological torture? How boring."

"They're not going to tell you anything just lingering there with home comforts. You're supposed to be in charge, feared, people are supposed to cower when they hear your name and you think this is how you maintain that reputation, please. If you're not going to do it yourself, at very least, let someone else."

"Me."

#;answered #;anon answered #//so the dark side of Maria or the evil side is not like I'M TAKINg OVER energy #but she's very much like.... Lady Macbeth? Maybe? Like very much you're the most powerful person so I'll help you until you're not #and I will use the fact you don't see me as a threat to make sure I'm always one step ahead but you think I'm behind #and she very very much likes blood and torture and brutish strength and shows of brutish strength #and she likes shows of power #like if it was say like a game of thrones universe she'd very much enjoy watching people beg for mercy then being brutally slaughtered by #like a someone because this person had insulted her #that's the sort of energy #she's very driven by power and blood and uses lust as a weapon

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

When Leia asks Obi-Wan, "Are you my real father?" and he says, "I wish I could say that I was," that means so much. He says it because he wishes he could remove the painful reality of Leia's true father being someone so evil, and he wishes he could offer the comfort of knowing her real father. He says it because he was Anakin's brother, his best friend, his other half, and if anyone could have raised his children for him it would have been Obi-Wan. He says it because he is drawn to Leia; he loves the pieces of Anakin and Padme he sees in her, but what's more, he loves her, and he wants to protect her for more than just whose child she is.

But most of all, he says it because he wishes he could have raised her--and Luke. He wishes he could have trained them to be Jedi, like their father, but without the pain that scarred him and eventually drove him to the Dark Side. He wishes he could have had a family in them, that he could have been free to show them the love that he has for them. But he hasn't been able to, because of the danger that would put them in.

He wishes he could say that his love wouldn't kill what he touches.

But he can't.

#star wars #kenobi series spoilers #kenobi series #obi wan kenobi #leia organa #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #quality meta seal of approval #not to hype my own post up i just put that on all meta posts so that i can find them #meta #my meta posts #kay can i just catch my breath for a second #and like he didn't even like kids when he was younger. he found young anakin frustrating and annoying #but now he's so clearly fond of leia and is so paternal and protective...he calls himself her father at basically every chance #like it's a twofold thing of wanting the family he never had (and to fill the whole left by the jedi family that was slaughtered) #and also in some way he feels that taking care of the children would make it up to anakin somewhat for his failure to anakin himself #like it's his last duty as his friend and brother #it's the last thing he can do for him really #and he can't even do that because obi-wan himself is a threat to them. because he loves them. just like he loved anakin #like he still does. #kay has a party in the tags #(and it was that love that made obi-wan turn and leave without striking the final blow...) #(it was that love that made obi-wan overlook the warning signs and trust anakin because 'he's never let me down') #(he trusted anakin. and now we can see that he is struggling so hard to trust anyone else. and it hurts him so much) #(and somehow even his lack of trust still fails and leads vader to them and endangers leia and it's still his fault) #(it's just...'what if i can't?' and he tries anyway and finds that he was right: he can't.) #right in the feels #augh the pain

[the-sound-of-her-wings]

I think marking the fall of Shady Sands as 2277 is actually kind of compelling.

My current non-cynical theory is that the historians of Vault 4 decided that the First Battle of Hoover Dam marked the beginning of the downfall of the NCR and Shady Sands. They won that battle! But at what cost, exactly?

The NCR's position in New Vegas was already tenuous at best before the battle. What they thought would be an easy annex turned out to be very complicated. They fought the Brotherhood of Steel for Helios 1 but fucked up and couldn't even access the resource. The awakening of the Hopeville and Ashton silos destroyed one of the few supply lines into and out of New Vegas. They shunned a potential ally in the Followers of the Apocalypse upon receiving criticism.

Their attempted annexation of the region was failing by 2281, which only weakens their position back home, not strengthens it. Kimball and his government's lack of restrictions and continued foray into New Vegas and the surrounding areas to search for and supply power to people back home almost certainly contributed to its downfall. Which leads me to believe that the canon of the show, although not yet confirmed in any capacity, is that the NCR loses the 2nd Battle of Hoover Dam.

It would be unlikely that Kimball stays in power if they lost control of the Dam. The NCR would be forced to withdraw, losing all of the power in the region that they were sending back home to Shady Sands. The value of its dollar, already only at 40% of a cap, would certainly plummet. With a loss of a main source of power (both actual electricity and dominance through being beaten by house/the legion/yes man), Shady Sands is almost certainly on the decline by the time it gets nuked.

#fallout #fallout tv spoilers #the failure of all factions in fallout is that they keep trying to recreate specific aspects of america without addressing their flaws #the NCR is a representation of both american liberal ideals as well as older colonialist sentiments #neither of which the NCR has really addressed the flaws of #it is simultaneously too careful about trying to strike down clear threats when they are weak #harkening back to failures at the federal level to prevent the civil war #and too reckless about attempting to colonize land that “didn't belong to anyone” #see westward and southern expansisons and our long violent history of slaughtering countless native americans #am i giving both the show and the games more credit than they deserve for this? almost certainly #but that's part of why fandom exists imo. to expand on and make connections when the source material doesn't give answers

[general-sleepy]

I used to be afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. Now, I'm older, I've done therapy, I'm in a better place, and I'm afraid of reasonable things, like falling into a dumpster and getting knocked unconscious, then getting picked up by a garbage truck and only waking up when I'm about to get crushed by the trash compactor. That's a proper adult fear. Also falling into a meat grinder and chimpanzees.

#those things are legitimate threats #also bears #thankfully i live a life with a pretty low risk of falling into dumpsters and/or industrial grinders or being slaughtered by beasts

[runelocked]

SHAKING. SHE’S SHAKING. A GROTESQUE REVULSION SETTLES IN HIS GAZE, BOTH AT HIMSELF AND HER FEAR, but he soaks it in, driven further by the terror he still inspires. He knows now what he has to do: what he has been doing his whole life. He’d been foolish to think this place would be any different ! —— Claw his way to the top. He can get himself out of here if he pushes. If Cassidy has the power then he will take it from her. Physically; defeating this game of hers, but emotionally too; he had to rip her apart, inch by inch, destroy any thought she may have had of her own power. And he knows just how to do that.

“ Get to the door! ” He repeats again, laughing wildly. Hands like claws gripping the desk, both to keep himself steady and so he can feel the way it glitches and flickers as her instability grows. A sign of progress ! “ You know how this works, don’t you? You know how to escape me. I’ll even count down for you ! Ten ! Nine, eight —— ”

SNAP.

Something in him breaks, buckles at the sound. Eyes widen, breath clogs his throat like sludge. He expects darkness, the pain of another death; the cycle to repeat; the neverending misery of his non-existence to continue on in perpetuity.

I N S T E A D N O T H I N G H A P P E N S

If William before had been on the verge of completely losing any sanity he had left, now is something else entirely. Staggers closer, a tall looming shadow. Licks the blood from his lips and he doesn’t disappear .

“ Oh dear. ” He says. It comes out low, a beast stalking towards injured prey. So different in tone from his hysteria before, and somehow worse. “ I don’t think that’s up to you, Cassidy. In fact— ” The demented smile won’t leave his face, adrenaline at finally, finally having a win leaving him dizzy. Or perhaps it was the head wound. “ —I don’t think anything will be up to you anymore. Are you forgetting . . . ? I made this place. ”

Not literally: he has no power in this hellhole, no ability to control anything. But the idea behind it ? The animatronics and the fear and even Cassidy’s desperation to hurt, to get revenge on him ? — he’s the architect of it all. It is so easy to delude himself and tell his victim that nothing has changed: as usual, she is the sufferer.

As always, he is the one in control.

CONTINUED. / @curseofbreadbear

#(( wowowowwww anyone else hate british people :/ )) #(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread. #(oxo) worst mistake yet: cassidy & william. #(ui) original: karmaverse. #a; curseofbreadbear #tw death #tw murder #tw child death #tw child murder #tw violence #tw mental instability #tw manipulation #tw emotional manipulation #tw trauma #tw threat #tw intimidation #tw head wound #( ask to tag. ) #tw dark content #tw dark #tw dark themes