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#tw: matricide
glitterlessgold · 2 years
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Ah yes, let’s celebrate Mother’s Day... just like Elektra would have wanted.
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Screenshot of a Facebook post from a Barnes & Noble store (store location blacked out) that says “Still need a gift for mother’s day? Come to barnes and noble and browse our titles your mom is sure to love! Don’t forget both Hacienda and Elektra are a part of our ongoing buy one get one half off deal!” Several hashtags with identifying information are censored, and then it reads “#bn2022 #hacienda #elektra #mothersday #moms”.  A picture of a table of Mother’s Day merchandise including mugs, books, and flowers.  The book Elektra by Jennifer Saint is in the center with an orange cover, with three young women in profile on it and a Greek-style temple in the background. END ID.
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neoncityrain · 6 months
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so people liked the previous comic more than i expected, heres page two
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scarletsaphire · 4 months
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This is the second fic I did for @ecto-implosion. This one was for @skarlettskwrl's art, which can be found here. Very cool art with a very interesting concept, lots of fun to write!
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Jazz moved away for college to start her own life, far away from ghosts. She didn't expect for her parents to finally capture the ghost boy and bring him to their lab. She didn't prepare to race back to Amity Park in an effort to save her brother from whatever grizzly fate awaited him. No matter how fast she went, she wasn't fast enough, or strong enough. She would never make that mistake again.
Trigger warnings for: Gore, violence, permanent disfigurement, dissection, unwilling transformation, patricide/matricide, bad parents jack and maddie, and wolves
Jazz's heavy breathing kept time with the pounding of her footsteps on the pavement, which in turn matched the pain in her head. She was tired. She was so, so tired, but that didn't matter. She couldn't stop. She was too late as it was.
Danny had assured her that he would be just fine. "You don't need to put your whole life on hold just to look after me," he'd said with a roll of his eyes. "I took care of myself just fine before you figured everything out."
Jazz had mirrored his eye roll. "Yes, because getting beaten up twice a day, failing your classes, and trying to give yourself stitches at one in the morning is taking care of yourself."
"I survived, didn't I?" He'd said.
"No, I'm pretty sure you didn't," Jazz had said. "But you are right. You've gotten better at taking care of yourself. And Sam and Tucker will still be here to clean up whatever messes you make." She ruffled Danny's hair. "I'll accept the offer."
The next few months had passed in a whirl of ghost fights and preparation until the day was finally here. Jazz had packed up her car with her belongings and had driven twelve hours to her new college campus. She'd declined her parents offer to help her move in; she appreciated it, of course, but she wanted to commit to the move - jumpsuits and the GAV weren't the greatest way to make a first impression.
Jazz wasn't able to disconnect from Amity entirely. She watched the news every day, normally as background noise while she studied. It was nice to see what her family was getting up to, even if it was normally accompanied by some kind of massive fight.
It was, of course, stressful. The first few days had her regretting her choice to move away at all, with every live report sending her down another spiral of what ifs. But she had been working on managing her anxiety, and she'd been a part of those fights enough to know how they would go; ghost shows up, Danny kicks butt, their parents show up, Danny runs away. She didn't need to worry.
And then Danny had gone down to a surprise Fenton Bazooka, gotten sucked into the thermos, and been carted away in the GAV, and Jazz knew she had messed up.
She'd already been awake for nine hours before she'd seen the news.
She hadn't grabbed anything besides her keys, hadn't even bothered to check traffic or the weather or anything. She just ran down to her car, skipping as many stairs as she could, and peeled out of the student parking lot. She'd driven as fast as she could, but the drive was still twelve hours, and she had to stop for gas, and she was still human and needed to eat and it didn't matter what she did she wouldn't be there fast enough.
Jazz was beyond tired by the time she entered Amity Park. If she hadn't pulled so many all-nighters in high school and then so many more as a part of Team Phantom, she would've been a mess. But she was fine. She was fine. She had to be fine because Danny-
She hoped that her hunch was wrong.
She hoped that she'd get home, and find her whole family, safe and sound sitting around the kitchen table, fighting off a hoard of ectodogs before deciding that they should just settle for takeout again. She hoped that Danny would be playing Doomed in his room and her parents would be down in the lab, trying to figure out how to remake their technology to not hurt Danny.
She hoped that Danny had gotten a chance to tell them and their love for their son was stronger than their hatred for ghosts or their need for knowledge.
Jazz hoped. But she knew her parents, and she knew, with a sick kind of certainty, what she would find when she finally reached Fentonworks.
Amity Park was nothing short of a disaster. Some time during her drive, another ghost had attacked. Neither Danny or her parents had answered the call, which left Valerie to try and take the threat down by herself. The roads were torn up from the fight, and traffic was at a complete standstill no matter what way Jazz tried to take.
It had only taken a few minutes stuck in traffic for Jazz to ditch her car entirely and start sprinting across town. She ignored the exhaustion clouding her brain, weighing down her arms and legs. She ignored the pain in her chest and her head.
She needed to keep going. She needed to be faster.
It took far too long for Fentonworks to come into view, another small eternity on top of the long one she'd already put up with in the car. She barreled up the front stairs, tugging on the door knob. It was locked. The door was never locked; locked doors didn't do anything to stop ghosts, and that was the only concern that warranted concern in the Fenton household. Jazz fumbled her keys out of her pocket. She squinted down at them, trying to figure out which one of them opened the door.
It took too long for her to figure out which one it was. It took too long for her tired, clumsy fingers to open the door. It took too long for her to get into the house. She shouldn't have left in the first place. What had she been thinking, abandoning Danny like that? Her own brother, who had been working so, so hard to keep everyone safe, and she'd just up and left.
She was a horrible, horrible sister.
She pushed her way into the house. It was dark, and quiet, and mostly clean. That was terrible. The only time Fentonworks was anything comparable to clean or quiet was when her parents were busy. And they were only ever busy when they were in the lab.
Jazz started the walk into the basement on shaking legs. She should be running. Maybe if she ran she would be able to stop them. She would run down the stairs to find her parents standing over an unconscious Danny. They'd be shocked to see her, and listen to what she had to say, and they'd apologize and hug her and Danny would wake up with no memories and a family that loved him.
Maybe, if she had stayed. Maybe if she had been faster. Maybe if she'd been a good sister. Maybe if she'd kept her promise and been the only other Fenton that put family first, that didn't get swept away in their own desires. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybes didn't matter right now.
Right now, Jazz was descending the stairs, and she could taste the sour tinge of ectoplasm mixed with a too-strong metallic flavor, and she could hear the sound of her parents talking, even if she couldn't make out the words. And then she turned the corner, and she could see.
The portal at the back of the room was the same bright green it almost always was, rendering most of the room as green tinged silhouettes. Everything except for the table in the center of the room, the blinding fluorescents all resting on three people and lighting the scene with blinding clarity. Jazz's family.
Jack had his back to her, humming a familiar tune to himself. His normal orange suit had an additional mask.
Jazz recognized it from a half dozen science experiments the two of them had worked on when she was younger. He'd worn it while they worked on her first baking soda volcano, Jazz wearing a much smaller, teal one. They'd added too much, and had gotten the mixture all over their suits. She remembered laughing about it as they wiped their hands across their faces, trying to clean off their eye protection.
Now, Jack's suit was covered in a bright green liquid, specks of red just barely visible in every splatter. His hands weren't busy wiping off a harmless foam, but carefully depositing something into a jar. It might've been a liver, but Jazz tore her gaze away before she could properly identify it. She didn't want to know what it was.
Unfortunately, her eyes found something so much worse. Maddie was dressed nearly identically to Jack. She was faced towards Jazz, just enough for her to make out Maddie's expression. Her face was steady, frozen in a look of concentration, but Jazz could recognize the glimmer of fascination in her eyes. A fascination that was directed at Danny, lying unconscious on the table.
At least, Jazz hoped he was unconscious. If he wasn't, then he'd be aware of Maddie's hands wrist deep in his chest cavity. He'd be aware of his skin peeled back and pinned to the sides of the table to keep it out of the way, as if it was nothing more than a nuisance for Maddie and Jack to deal with. He'd be aware of the fact that his organs were being carefully packaged into labeled jars, that he was being taken apart piece by piece as if he was some fucked up puzzle that they were going to rebuild later. If Jazz didn't do something, then maybe they would.
But Jazz was going to do something. She didn't know what, exactly, it would be, but it certainly wouldn't be pretty. She wanted to make them hurt, just like they'd made her baby brother hurt. But how could she? Jazz may be strong, but her parents were stronger.
And wasn't that just the theme of the day?
Jazz just wasn't enough. She wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough, wasn't dedicated to protecting her family enough to keep them safe and sane. And now she'd lost all of them.
It didn't matter.
She wasn't going to just stand there and watch. Even if she couldn't actually do anything, even if the only result was that she'd end up on the table next to Danny, then she'd do it. Jazz lunged down the next step, charging towards Maddie as fast as she could. She was the one who was hurting Danny. She was the one that needed to be stopped as soon as possible.
Somewhere in her leap, something shifted in Jazz.
Originally, her jump had been clumsy. She hadn't put any real thought into what she would do when she landed, pushed forward entirely by her frustration at herself, at her parents- at everything that had happened.
She definitely didn't put enough power and care to soar through the air, and yet that's what she was doing; her feet were stretched behind her, yet never so much as brushed the ground, even as she traveled further than she had intended to.
That was fine. It just meant she was closer to her goal.
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Jazz landed crouched on the ground just ahead of where Jack was standing. She was moving again before his shocked yelp even reached her, continuing towards Maddie. Jazz tackled her, knocking Maddie away from Danny.
Good. That was the goal.
Jazz tore at Maddie with her hands, sharp claws tearing through both protective clothing and skin. Maddie shrieked, the sound shrill and loud. Maybe it was from how long Jazz had been awake, but the sound made her head spin.
She blocked it out. She couldn't afford to get distracted.
Her hand was sticky with blood when she felt the burning pain of an ectoplasm blast, she whirled around, snarling towards Jack. His eyes were wide with terror, a Fenton Blaster pointed directly at Jazz, the muzzle dripping the small bit of ectoplasm that had liquefied during the blast onto the floor.
Jazz almost laughed; was he really so far gone that he couldn't recognize either of his children? He should know that that wouldn't work on her.
Oh well. It worked in her favor.
She left Maddie bleeding on the floor, pushing off of the ground with her hands and feet. She stayed low; the Fenton Blaster might not be able to hurt her as badly as it might hurt a ghost might hurt Danny but it was still unpleasant. As long as he had the blaster in his hands, Jazz needed to stay small and fast. Another blast went over her shoulder, leaving a sizzling puddle on the ground where it hit.
That was her opening.
In just a few bounds, she was next to Jack. She wasn't sure what came over her, but before she could think, her mouth had closed around his leg, teeth digging into soft flesh. She could taste the latex of the jumpsuit he always wore, but the flavor was quickly washed away by the salty, metallic taste of blood.
Jack howled and tried to tear his leg away, but Jazz only bit down harder and harder. Distantly, Jazz could hear the sound of the Fenton Blaster being fired again and again, but Jack's aim was just as terrible as ever. Still, Jazz bit down harder.
The snap of bones between her jaw was not surprising.
Jack was strong, and his continued struggles only put more and more pressure on the bone. Honestly, the fact that Jazz had managed to keep the leg clenched between her teeth in the first place was impressive. With the breaking of his bone, Jack crumpled to the floor, the blaster flying from his hand and skidding across the metal floor with a horrible screeching noise that caused Jazz's ears to ring.
She let go of his leg and made her way so she was positioned just above Jack. His eyes were filled with tears, and broken pleas to not hurt him, to let him and his family go, that they didn't do anything wrong tumbled from his lips.
This time, Jazz did laugh at the irony of the situation, but all that came out was a low growl.
She could spare him; he'd learned his lesson about messing with her pack- he wouldn't be making that mistake any time soon. And he was still her father. Her eyes met his gloves, stained a sickening mixture of red and green.
No.
He hadn't had any mercy on her baby brother, on his own son.
She wasn't going to have any mercy on him.
Once again guided by instinct, she snapped down on his neck. Jack's strangled cry of pain was quickly stifled as he choked on his own blood.
Jazz stood up from the fresh corpse. She should wipe the blood from her mouth, but her job wasn't finished yet. Maddie was still whimpering and moaning from her side of the room, unable to move from the damage to her abdomen.
Jazz could finish her off now. It would be easy.
But Maddie wasn't her priority. She never had been.
Jazz padded up to the table to start assessing Danny's injuries. She could just barely see him, the edge of the table blocking most of her view. She must still have been crouched, even though she felt like she was standing.
She tried to straighten to her full height, only to find that she couldn't. Maybe she'd hurt something without realizing it, but she didn't feel hurt. The only pain was a slight sting from where Jack had hit her with the blaster.
If she wasn't able to stand, Jazz would just have to pull herself up. She reached both of her arms to the table, trying to grab the edge and was met with the sight of clawed paws drenched in blood. She flinched backwards, and the paws flinched with her.
Oh. That was her.
Jazz felt the familiar feeling of panic surge in her chest yet again, carrying with it the taste of bile. She forced it back down and returned to her quest of getting to Danny. She couldn't afford to panic right now, not while Danny was on the table bleeding out. Everything else was a secondary concern.
This time, when she lifted her paws, she did not flinch away. Moving felt weird, now that she was aware of the changes, but she managed to lift her head up to get her first clear look at Danny.
She wished she hadn't. Just as she had seen before, his abdomen had been cut in a neat Y shape, the skin peeled back and held down by evenly spaced clamps. His rib cage was exposed to air, and the left rib bones had been severed, letting her see straight to the thin layer of flesh on the other side, no organs or muscle to block her view. His stomach cavity was exactly that; a cavity. Everything had been removed until all that was left were some twitching muscles.
His face had not been spared from the mutilation. His mouth had been pried open with a metal gag, the device still stuck between his lips. Teeth had been forcibly extracted, the front part of his tongue had been cut off, and dried blood and ectoplasm pooled in his open mouth. His eyelids were pulled back, similarly to his torso, and his eyes had been completely removed. The cavities left behind had been filled with some kind of brownish silicone mixture. They had been trying to make a mold. Jazz didn't know what to do. If she'd had hands, then she'd be able to gather the organs, stitch Danny's torso back together, and inject him with the emergency ecto dejecto. If they were lucky, then he might be ok, at least physically. Eventually. But now she didn't even have that small hope.
She couldn't stifle the whimper that came out of her throat. She couldn't recognize it as her own, far more animalistic than any sound she should be able to make. By all accounts, nobody should be able to recognize it as her, and yet the moment the sound passed her lips, Danny's mouth opened.
His voice was broken, garbled and strained, but his words were still understandable. "Jazz?" he whispered. He seemed to be trying to lift his head to turn and look at her. He couldn't, obviously. Jazz couldn't actually reply, couldn't offer the comforting words she wanted to, no matter how empty they may have been. She couldn't offer the apologies she'd been reciting in her head for hours now. All she could do was whimper again.
"I..." Danny said. He gave up trying to move, letting his head and neck go limp. "I knew you'd come."
If Jazz hadn't forced Danny to drive her to the Far Frozen to learn ghost medicine, she would have panicked as Danny's body started to glow a soft blue, and then started to collapse in on itself until all that was left was a glowing orb in the same color Danny had glowed. But she had, so instead she saw it as a symbol of hope.
It was very, very hard to permanently end a ghost. Most of their physical forms were built on ectoplasm, so they could sustain a lot of damage. Even the worst injuries could be healed in time. However, in the case that they were seriously injured, they could retreat. Reduce themselves to just their core, focusing all of their energy into fixing their form.
Doing this meant that ghosts could heal nearly everything in a matter of weeks, sometimes sooner. It wasn't something that could just happen at any time; the ghost needed to feel truly, completely safe, and even then, it took energy to condense like that, so if a ghost was too far gone by the time they got somewhere safe, they wouldn't be able to do it.
Danny had enough energy to retreat into his core, and had trusted Jazz enough to do it. As long as Jazz kept him safe, then he would heal. He would be ok. Jazz nudged Danny's core gently off the table and into her mouth. She'd seen videos of dogs carrying eggs in their mouths before, and figured that was the best way for her to get Danny out of the lab. She was surprised to find how natural it was, even with how incredibly cold Danny's core was.
Jazz made her way out of the lab, not sparing so much as a glance at the carnage she left behind.
She had already failed Danny once. She wouldn't be letting him down again.
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shallowseeker · 2 years
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When we are denied the internal life of a character, do we devolve into cynicism or--?
Dean's internal struggle in SPN 14x19
It was a crime not to include the flashes of memories:
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Two years of memories--of life with Jack
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ro-blaze · 10 months
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What are your thoughts on the relationship between Twinrova and Ganondorf?
Complicated, to say the least.
(This post refers exclusively to the Ocarina Twinrova and their relationship with Ocarina Ganondorf. I love Majora's Mask Twinrova and various fanon interpretations where they are his very hip and cool aunties/moms/assorted elders.)
Messy. Unhealthy. Toxic. Likely abusive as well?
I definitely think that while Ganondorf had some natural leanings on his own - he's ruthless, he's willing to sacrifice things for what he believes to be the greater good, he has some anger issues, he's ultimately what his mothers and Hyrule made him into (nature vs nurture). He is his mothers' creature and he detests that.
In my (somewhat not fully canon compliant) interpretation of Ocarina, Gan loses his biological mother as a 10 year old boy (she dies in the Hyrulean Civil War) and is crowned king at age 10, under the guardianship of the Twinrova, the Gerudo's most skilled witches. The Twinrova oversee both his education as king in knowing the laws and peoples of his land, but also in magic, eventually introducing him to blood magic and dark sorceries.
Of course, having lived as long as they have, they have seen much of Hyrule's cruelty and grown very bitter and hateful. Essentially, they view Ganondorf as a weapon or an experiment, not as a human being that needs to be treated with love, and Gan eventually figures that out and being opposing them, trying to distance himself from them, etc. It's too late, though. The venom has dropped through. They forge him into what is, in their eyes, the perfect Gerudo King, but also cut down and undermine any other relationships he tries to form (namely Nabooru) because they don't value emotional bonds and because they want him to value their counsel over all other.
I do think that Ganondorf loves his mothers, the way many people love their abusive parents when for the longest time they had no one else. And I think he likes to believe that they love him too, even though he knows that they likely aren't capable of it. In my head, the Twinrova ultimately desire to lead the Gerudo according to the way they deem correct and oppose the younger generation led by Nabooru, as well as to destroy Hyrule in return for all the atrocities Hyrule has done, and in Ganondorf they saw the perfect tool for both, as well as a blank canvas to experiment with their dark magics.
And really, with Ganondorf in Hyrule during the seven year gap and Nabooru under their control, they get at least part of their wish. And look where it got them.
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atangledfate · 9 months
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" I think about killing my mother alot, To finally be rid of her... If it were only so easy as that... "
Luna was not some weak kitten who ruled with a title alone--- She was every bit the monster frost was, and then some.
" I suppose every daughter desires to be rid of there parents at some point. It is only natural..."
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blisteringstar · 2 years
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Prompt Three: Temper
It started with Louvel and a picnic. Maybe it actually started when Inwa noticed the oppressive collar around the duskwights neck and how much he had been seeing it. Perhaps the truth was that it started when he started seeing the downturn in Louvel's mood with the sudden disappearance of his husband Seviere. No matter when it started, Inwa fell victim to waves of burning anger that continued to smolder in his chest.
The mission gave him a name to assign the feeling to. Merrik Darovian, son of Abigail and Fergus Darovian. After his father died in a mining accident, he was the sole caregiving to an ill mother. Once that became too much for him, he killed her. Somewhere within this time, he started being away from his mother more and more. During that time away, he kidnapped Seviere and tortured Louvel for wanting him back. Before the mission began, Inwa did not care for the man or the actions that drove him. Learning the horrible fate of his mother from the ghost herself didn't endear himself to change that opinion.
Inwa didn't wish peace for this man, and that fact unsettled him. Louvel asked him to consider the information they could draw from the man's belongings and life, but Inwa didn't care. They could tell him nothing that would change his mind. What was there to learn about a man that would do such horrible acts to his own mother? Why would he want to know what reasoning he may have for breathing, much less harming those he cared about?
This man wasn't the worse of the adversaries they've had as a company. Between the gods, dragons, fae, and madmen who treated life and emotion like a toy, this was the one that inwa could find no forgiveness for. Sitting in front of the fire that roared before him, he could only find contempt and a desire to see this man to the other side for a mother that believed in her rubbish bin of a son more than he deserved.
Ducking his head into his hand, Inwa took slow breaths. The cold air of Ishgard always felt different filling his lungs. The fire did its job of heating his body and the blanket around him, but it did nothing for the thought that kept coming and going from his mind. A distraction was in order. Merrik, or Mavrick as he seemed to be called, would spend no more time on his mind that evening. He would make sure of it. His job and co-workers depended on his cool head.
"Swan's darkness isn't hidden," Inwa remembers the words he told Edarien during that meeting as he gripped gloved hands against his chest. The more he thought about things like this, the harder it was to ignore.
"This is fine. I can handle it. Everything will be fine."
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painofhumanity · 2 years
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Felicity murdered her own mother. It was what she’d been trained for, the whole point of her existence (according to the angels), but that wasn’t actually why she did it. It was at the lowest, darkest point of her life, shortly after she’d killed Uriah and run from Heaven. She was traumatized and devastated, and as far as she was concerned, it was all her mother’s fault. It was a very one-sided fight, because Felicity had rage and grief and centuries of training on her side, and Snow. . . well, no mother wants to hurt her child. She tried to talk Felicity down, to offer to help her with whatever had happened, but Felicity heard none of it. It was the first time Felicity was able to use her more “active” abilities intentionally, without her life being in immediate danger; it was all purely fueled by her rage rather than her fear. In her mother’s last moments, the one thing that made it through, Snow said one thing. “It’s alright, my love.” That forgiveness, ironically, was the thing that calmed Felicity down, but it was too late. Rage was quickly replaced by horror and grief, and it took Felicity years to move on from what she’d done. 
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hiddcnsclf-a · 2 years
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Open!
Evan coughed and sputtered as she tried desperately to catch her breath. She held her shaking hands to her bruised throat, knowing she had her handprints marked her skin. She hadn't meant for this, for any of this to happen. All she'd been trying to do was live her life in peace, be the best person she could be... She didn't deserve it. She'd never deserved anything that woman had done to her.
Should she feel bad? Staring at the body on top of her, the neck twisted around itself, she tried to feel anything but relief. When she couldn't muster anything else up, tears began to fall from her eyes and she pushed the lifeless form of her mother off of her. She could finally rest. She didn't have to have escape plans in place, didn't have to run anymore.
"All you had to do was let me live," she got out, her voice raspy and raw from her previous screaming and having been choked. Getting to her feet on rubbery legs, she limped her way out of the warehouse, bruised and bloody, but still alive.
And that was what carried her. She was still alive, and whatever that meant, now, she would take it.
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georgiedoesntfloat · 4 months
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Alone, Betrayal, Break and Desire to any OCs of your liking!
Oh nice! Thanks for the ask Cymatile :D
I'll use this as an opportunity to talk about my troll siblings; Lev and his half Nøkken brother Nikko :3c
Since there's four prompts it seems only right to split it between the two brothers no? :D
Ahhh first before reading gonna quick TW: cannibalism, matricide, forced imprisonment, attempted regicide, childhood abuse, self-harm, attempted fratricide, drowning, general mayhem. I Am Not Kind To My Boys.
Eldest First! Here's my beautiful water freak
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Nikko
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
He was created as a hybrid fey by his mother in an attempt to overthrow the King Beneath and abandoned by his mother for not allowing her to control him as a weapon. Left in the isolated lake that used to be his murdered father's with only his magic fiddle as company, Nikko knows isolation and loneliness well.
He had been alone for a Very long time, only occasionally meeting fey or mortals who stumbled upon his lake- though sadly many didn't survive the encounter. His way to cope with his isolation was to play music, as most nøkken do- but that also enforced it as any who heard its haunting melody being played would be ensnared by it's spell and drown trying to get to him.
As half troll he feels isolation far more keenly than a nøkken should as trolls are naturally very social creatures who maintain extremely close knit familial structures.
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
Nikko... doesn't have an awesome track record when it comes to family. Later in his story he befriends the one being who could possibly withstand the drowning melody he plays, a human born without the ability to hear.
With that friend's help he is freed from his confinement to the cold water and struck out to find and steal away his younger brother from their mother.
Lev... grew up compliant,guided by their vicious and controlling mother. He is sweet but much more clever than he lets on, with a deep predatory instinct nurtured by their mother. He recognized Nikko as his kin immediately and since then they have had a very deep familial bond- the only one that Nikko has.
What Nikko wouldn't realized was that his full-troll brother does not see Nikko's altruistic human friend as off-limits when he becomes hungry. A troll, raised by trolls is a being raised on human blood.
What's terribly sad about this is Lev sees this as normal- he sees no malice in it and indeed doesn't feel maliciously towards humans- he likes them. But it doesn't stop him from wanting to eat them, and acting on it when he has an opportunity. He does not understand the pain and anguish his brother displays when he finds out, and neither talk about what happened at the lake.
Baby boy's turn >:D
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Lev
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
Oh boy oh boooy :D While Nikko is very in touch and aware of his emotions, Lev is quite the opposite and sort of brushes things off at the surface level, rationalizing them with the simplest possible explanation or face breaking. It comes off as him being very durable and a little bit of a himbo.
He does not question what his mother taught him about his hunger for human flesh, he does not question why his brother does not speak openly about who he has seen or spoken to other than him, he does not wonder why- when he washed the blood of Nikko's friend off in his elder brother's lake that Nikko attempted to drown him with his song. He knew of course, that Nøkken were territorial, so the first words he spoke were and apology for entering territory he was not welcome to and forgiveness for that act.
If he ever started looking into his actions and thoughts instead of letting instinct and trauma guide him; he would shatter. If he realized that everything that he was taught, about himself, about his kind, about his family was all found to be the lie it is he would follow this sequence: absolute despair and self loathing, tearing his hair and attempting to do as much pain to himself as he can, tearing out his fangs and breaking his bones if he isn't restrained somehow. Then depression, then as he ruminates his mind would continually turn back around to their mother, how she made them and destroyed them in the making. He would want to find and murder her for all the destruction and pain she caused them and all she encouraged in him.
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
Totally and completely contradictory to his more predatory instincts Lev wants to be among people. He's drawn to towns and has a naturally gregarious and outgoing personality. He had previously openly stated this to Nikko who- knowing Lev cannot help himself, immediately made Lev promise to never go there.
Lev respects and loves his brother so he does as he promised he would and keeps away. But... humans are so interesting. They're all so different looking, and they smell interesting and they're always making new things and changing how they dress and look. He wants to be there! He Wants Friends!
But he promised his brother, and a promise given is a promise kept. However, trolls are the only beings among the fey who can lie. So maybe, given a sufficent distraction... he could perhaps sneak out from under his sibling's watchful eye and mingle... perhaps take an unsuspecting new friend or two for supper.... hehe.
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The Forest Grimm
Author: Kathryn Purdie
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Genre: fantasy, fairytale reimagined.
Format: novel.
Serie: yes, tome 1 of 2. (Tome 2 out in October)
Editions: Micheal Joseph/Illumicrate
Romance: allodyacishet romance with a love triangle. Kissing. No sex.
Other representation(s): disabled main character (scoliosis, chronic pain, MC wears a shoe lift)
Tw: blood, attempted murders, poisoning, scary woods, non consensual drug use, matricide, infanticide, cannibalism, starvation, ghosts, suicidal ideations (kind of).
Rating: 6.5/10
Tea association: a berry-flavoured black tea or a Pu'er.
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I the small village of Grimm's Hollow, villagers used to live prosperous lives. Until their most precious possession, given by the mysterious Forest Grimm, the Book of Fortune, a strange oracle with the power to grant one wish to every villager after they turned 16, was taken back by that same forest after one villager used the book for a nefarious wish.
Soon after, villagers start disappearing in the Forest Grimm never to be seen again; they are called the Lost. And no one can go and look for them to bring them back because the trees of the forest themselves will stop any attempt at passing the treeline.
Three years later, Clara, the daughter of the first Lost, is still determined to find a way into the forest and reclaim her mother.
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Honestly I had a hard time getting in the book at first, despite being intrigued. The second half was way better. In the end I wanted more, that is, the second book, which is not out yet unfortunately. Though the author actually give us a good enough final to not feel dissatisfied and the end of this first tome. But the epilogue is intriguing and set the foundation for the plot of the next book.
It's an overall good read. I genuinely enjoy this story, despite my aversion to love triangle, though I have to admit that as far love triangles go, this one wasn't completely unpleasant and actually made sense.
The plot itself had a few twists I should have seen coming in insight, some that I've partially seen coming, and some that just plain caught me totally by surprise.
The world building is set mostly on the Grimm fairytales, but twisted, cutted in pieces and used as the author please. The result is quite fascinating, It is actually fun to look for the clues of which characters is from which tale. Sometimes it's not what you'd expect. Sometimes the original fairytale is twisted beyond recognition.
This was a good debut! Worth your time.
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Note about the fairyloot edition: it's really gorgeous.
The dust jacket design is fairly close of the original except for the background that went from white to a beautiful green. The dust jacket is reversible and the other side is absolutely gorgeous with the main characters all depicted on it.
The naked book it also sublime and is a rendition of the book from the story, "Sortes Fortunae" (the book of Fortune), with foil on the hardcover.
The end pages show Clara and Axel.
And the sprayed edge is beautiful, with it's depiction of Clara in her red cape near the black wolf with the forest in the background.
This is an overall gorgeous edition. I just would have like a real binding, and not the sheets just glued together. It makes the book really fragile. I was scared several times to damage the book while reading. Not the best experience.
Though I'm really hoping that fairyloot will publish the second tome too. I definitely want the whole set.
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Verdena raised by Pucci vs by Perla
Verdena raised by Pucci ✝️ vs raised by Perla ☀️
I have to work more on Verdena as a stand-alone character and not what her environment makes of her, so I might be back to this post with more data!
She's still the result of a prohibited couple. Still destined to be a murderer.
key differences so far are:
-Perla would give Verdena more freedom and room to grow. Verdena would have more friends. With Pucci, theres already people to keep her attention- Theres Dio, theres the Brandos, there's Papa Enrico's incesant watching over anything involving her. -She wouldn't feel the unspoken pressure to be lady-like, smart, to be someone of importance in the future. -Perla would delude herself and ignore all of Verdena's red flags 👍 she would hide them from Enrico & her family. -When Verdena ends up murdering someone, Perla would be distraught. (tw: suicide ) I'm toying with the idea of her crying, feeling guilty, a failure as a parent and saying sorry, over over and over again, as she proceeds to end her life, ashamed of being a coward and abandoning her daughter when it matters the most. but idk, perhaps adult Perla is stronger than i believe. -Theres no matricide in this AU, as the circumstances don't lead to it.
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The Imperfectly Perfect Morning
Written by Ash Rose Red
Summary:
A cloudy morning may not seem like an optimal time to go out and fish, but that simply doesn't matter to Miss Lillian Yasmin and her two grandchildren - the plans were already set in stone. But, somehow, this seemingly imperfect morning becomes more perfect than the three could have ever known, as Miss Lillian meets someone quite peculiar...
CW/TW:
Light hints to matricide
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Yes I know, this is probably the last time you'll have to see Tsunami's deadname. Sorry </3
It was a cloudy morning in the Riverbed Town, a cloudy morning with chill winds accompanying it, in fact. Weather like this would deter just about anyone else from going out at early hours to fish at the river of which the town was named after, but it didn't deter Miss Lillian Yasmin and her grandchildren, that's for sure.
"Why do I have to carry the bait box, grammy…?" Tsumiko, the younger of the two grandchildren, asked.
"Because you were the one that scouted for the fishing spot last time, remember?" Lillian told him, to which Tsumiko huffed.
"Don't get pouty now, you know that those are the rules. We all take our turns with the roles." Musttsuko, the older one of the two, reminded his younger brother.
"I knowwwww… It's just… heavy…!" Tsumiko continued to complain.
"Alright, alright. You two set the supplies down here for now while I go find us a fishing spot. We wouldn't want your tiny arms to get all sore now, would we?" Lillian suggested.
"Yay!! Thank you grammy!!" Tsumiko cheered, dropping the bait box he had been carrying onto the sandy ground below.
"Careful-!" Musttsuko snapped, flinching at the sound of the box hitting the ground.
"Oopsie!" Tsumiko said simply, causing Musttsuko to groan.
Lillian heeded her two grandchildren no mind as she carried on with her journey. Looking along the river for any fish ready to be caught rather than the path ahead of her, Lillian soon had ventured beyond what part of the river's shore was usually populated, and into the area beyond the town's borders. It was there that she saw him, a young man who appeared to be a few years older than Musttsuko, sitting on the shore. A fellow ambitious fisher, perhaps?
But as Lillian came closer to the man, she noticed that he was not equipped with any fishing gear, nor even a chair to sit on! He was simply sitting in the sandy ground itself, staring into the river, his body… shaking? Now Lillian was really concerned. She had not the slightest idea as to what could have happened to the man, but she wanted to help him.
"Oh goodness! I don't think I've ever seen you here before! Are you perhaps lost, young man..?" She asked, not knowing what else to say.
The man began to utter a few strained sounds from his mouth, as if he was attempting to speak, but couldn't. Lillian, more concerned than ever, reached out to the man to try to comfort him, to which he tugged on her arm, using it to help pull himself up from his seated position.
"I… I… I am… lost…" He uttered, his voice sounding very rough.
"You're in the unoccupied part of the Black River shore, if you walk down that ways, you'll be in the Riverbed Town." Lillian explained.
"Is this… PetalBloom…?" The man then asked.
"You ask as if you're not from PetalBloom yourself…? But yes, this is indeed PetalBloom." Lillian answered with a slight chuckle.
"I am not, actually." The man said bluntly.
"Pardon?"
"I came here from the Pantheon's Plane… To help one of the mortals here with their woes… I know it sounds absurd… but-"
"I don't think that sounds absurd at all!" Lillian assured, interrupting the man's explanation.
"... Really…?" The man responded, surprised.
"Certainly! With how overly dependent most of our world seems to be on Mrs Moonshine, the thought of making contact with another deity is not at all an odd one." Lillian began. "But I just ask, since I brought her up… Are you friends with the moon goddess, by chance?" She then inquired, eyes narrowing.
"Most certainly not… I am just about as opposite of the concept of a "friend" to her as one could get..." The man answered.
"Ah, wonderful! In that case, my name is Lillian Yasmin, and I welcome you to PetalBloom with open arms!"
"Lillian Yasmin… I have heard your name before, in the prayer that motivated me to come to this planet…" The man revealed, beginning to travel in the direction towards the Riverbed Town.
"Is that so? Was I the only one mentioned in said prayer?" Lillian questioned.
"No… There were five names mentioned in total, including yours… You, Musttsuko and Tsumiko Yasmin, Vladmira Waning, and Sendrir Rojo… All very well kept within the heart of the person who sent out the prayer… But all in turmoil, as well… Suffering because of the structure of this planet's society…" The man answered.
"Then that means-" Lillian had begun to reply, before being suddenly interrupted.
"Grandmother!!" Musttsuko yelled out as he raced towards Lillian.
"Musttsuko, is there something wrong?" Lillian asked, concerned.
"Mutty got worried about you since you were gone for so long!" Tsumiko explained, to the dismay of Musttsuko.
"Th-that's not true!! I just got impatient!!" Musttsuko pouted.
"Heheheh… I am sorry for making you two worry. I got a bit distracted, as you can probably see." Lillian explained, gesturing towards the man, who was standing right beside her.
"Who's that?" Tsumiko asked.
"Well, believe it or not, this young man right here is a deity that has come to help us show the world how to embrace chaos!" Lillian answered, the man nodding.
"Wow, really?!" Tsumiko questioned further, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"A deity… that is willing to help us dismantle the grip Moonshine has on our world…?" Musttsuko murmured in disbelief.
"Indeed… Because my story is much like the ones you all carry…" The man began to respond. "A creation of Moonshine's, made of chaos but meant to suppress it… treated as lesser for embracing what made me as I am…" He continued. "I am sure that if I had never come into my own… I would have been made to assist in eliminating the chaos energy from this world, no doubt… The Lord of Chaos... A tool to aid in her design…" He paused for a moment. "But that is not who I am… Not anymore… I come to you, not as that old version of myself, to "cure" you of your chaos… But as the me that exists now… Black Doom… to free you from Moonshine's control…"
"Well we are quite happy to meet you, Black Doom!" Lillian said.
"Yayayaya!" Tsumiko cheered.
"Yes… But… erm… Not to be disrespectful, but what if Moonshine finds out about this? Surely she is looking for you…" Musttsuko hesitantly questioned.
"Heh… Worry not, I have already dealt with such things… To put it simply, Moonshine is no more…" Doom explained.
"I… I beg your pardon…?" Musttsuko uttered in shock.
"She is gone…" Doom reiterated. "Surely this is good news to you, no…?"
"Y-yes!! Very much so!! I just- I-I was-" Musttsuko stammered. Despite his insistence over the years that he was the greatest being to ever live, Musttsuko couldn't help but see Black Doom as something even greater than he, and this surely wasn't going unnoticed by Lillian and Tsumiko, who he certainly felt were staring at him in this moment, even if he had no evidence of such.
"Surprised…? I really do not blame you…" Doom surmised, looking amused.
"Alright, why don't we introduce ourselves to Doom now, you two?" Lillian suggested, seeing that the current topic had run its course.
"Okay!! My name is Tsumiko! Tsumiko Yasmin! I'm this many plus two years old!" Tsumiko said, holding all six of his fingers up. With the added two that he mentioned, that meant he was eight years old.
"Ah, what an honorable sight… A young child so in tune with their own chaos… It is very nice to meet you, Tsumiko." Doom responded, giving Tsumiko a pat on the head.
"My name is… Musttsuko Yasmin the Second." Musttsuko spoke, seemingly hesitating before doing so. He began to bow before Doom, but Doom stopped him.
"Please, no need for such formality… I may not be a mortal like you all are… But in my mind, we are still equals…"
"R-Right, of course!!" Musttsuko said as he quickly put himself upright.
"Wonderful, now we all know one another." Lillian cheerfully noted.
"Indeed… But there are still more people that I am in search of…" Doom announced.
"Is that so? Who else are you looking for?" Musttsuko asked.
"Is it the rest of our friends?" Tsumiko wondered.
"Oh, right! Why yes, it is!" Lillian answered, remembering what Doom had said to her earlier. "Vladmira insisted on staying in the town hotel last night, so I imagine he will be trying to look for us soon enough." She figured.
"Oh! Do you think he'll get Chary on the way here?" Tsumiko suggested.
"... Maybe." Musttsuko replied, rolling his eyes. "As for Sendrir, we will most likely have to go to her after we make a plan of attack."
"Plan of attack?" Lillian questioned.
"For dismantling the order that Moonshine has created?" Musttsuko argued.
"Oh, I see."
"Musttsuko is right… I remember hearing in the prayer that Miss Rojo is essentially under unlawful house arrest by her father…" Doom said, trying to redirect the conversation - only for it to be diverted again.
"The prayer?" Musttsuko asked.
"It was what informed me of the plight you all are in… Someone from this planet sent it out as a cry for help, and I was the one to receive it…" Doom explained.
"I see… How interesting…"
"Musttsuko, how about you go back out to the part of the shore that is within the town borders and direct Vladmira and Charveya here?" Lillian suggested.
"Of course." Musttsuko agreed, already beginning to take off towards the town.
"Grammy, Mutty and I left the fishing supplies at where you told us to wait at so we could find you better." Tsumiko informed Lillian.
"Is that so? I'm sure we can get them back to the house once Musttsuko returns with Vladmira and Charveya." Lillian responded.
"Oh, allow me..! If you give me the coordinates of your home once we approach these supplies you speak of, I believe I could probably use Chaos Control to warp them there in no time at all…!" Doom offered.
"Chaos Control?" Lillian inquired.
"What's that?? Sounds really cool!!" Tsumiko asked.
"A chaos energy based ritual to warp a person or object's position in reality…" Doom answered. "Many believe that such things can only be done by deities like myself… But… Well, I have a bit of a hypothesis, actually…" He then continued. "I believe that perhaps if a mortal were to truly become in touch with their inner chaos, to truly understand it… that perhaps you will prove to not be so different from the likes of I… That you too can do such things, if you really set your mind to it…"
Lillian and Tsumiko didn't know how to respond, captivated by the words of wisdom that seeped through Doom's little monologue.
"But until the day in which we prove whether or not that is true… I am perfectly willing to do such things for you…" Doom concluded.
"Thank you, truly…" Lillian said in awe.
"Well, what're we waiting for?! Let's go Chaos Control some fish supplies!! Yayaya!!!" Tsumiko commanded, rushing up ahead.
"Yes, let's…" Doom kindly agreed, him and Lillian following behind Tsumiko.
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(TW for canonical child abuse.) The Yuumori anime had such weird censorship of the manga?
This child can be forced to stab himself through the hand with a fork, but we won’t show him being whipped by an adult.
These kids can stab another kid and then blow up a house with multiple people in it including the parental couple, but we draw the line at hands on matricide. 
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ok not a yumimei ask this time but I’m curious to know what you think seb’s childhood was/how blaise treated her
whew. (TW for discussions/depictions of abuse [seriously tread carefully here...] brief mention of death/suicide in AA cases.)
tl:dr: Always walking around eggshells around Blaise. Awful mindgames. Might promote my fic chapter real quick actually since that delves into that a little... And I might talk about some of these more in a later chapter. But yeah...
I'd say she has some faint, nice memories of her mom, but she vanished when Seb was maybe 5-6. I think she was musically minded, though not financially powerful, maybe a teacher. Some of Seb's most vivid early memories are of sitting beside her, watching her play on their nice acoustic piano.
But after that, it was just her and Blaise.
Most of Seb's keepsakes of her mother disappeared except for that piano, only because it was too nice a statement piece to destroy. Though Seb only played it whenever he wasn't listening. (Thankfully, she acquired it after Blaise's incarceration, so she gets to play with her new family now.)
Straight off the bat I'm gonna say: I've seen a lot of people HC Blaise as having been physically abusive to Seb, burn scars, etc, in addition to the canon verbal abuse. Totally understandable, given the horrifying implications of this bit.
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Which is to say that I don't see him """actually""" laying a finger on her even once. A big part of it is probably because it feels too heavy for the tone of AA, just for me personally... which is a WILD thing to think about considering the many murders and suicides and "matricide" AA DOES depict!!!
But they've always skirted around that kind of behind-closed-doors physical domestic violence (i'll be using this term in the familial/household sense rather than partner violence) as a serious theme in the games (as slapstick... not so much, unfortunately...)
Relatives do attempt to harm each other, again, see the "matricides" in the series and general Fey family drama... I don't know if this makes sense, but it's just less intimate and easier for the general viewer to stomach when these happen as part of grand schemes with robots and channeling thrown in the mix.
Seb flinching when they see Blaise approach and him taunting them when they do does Not hit that way. Seb willingly putting out the possibility that Blaise "wanted to kill her for being a nuisance" in her Logic Chess does not hit that way.
When I HC for stuff, I tend to find myself trying to match the tone of the original since I'm a boring stickler for canon. But I can't ignore how haunting that scene is, so this is the compromise I've found for myself. It's still really heavy, though.
Yeah, Blaise never ""actually"" laid a hand on her. But Seb was always, always keenly aware he could and was terrified for it. She's still terribly traumatized for it, and a big part of it is the second-guessing and guilt over how it "wasn't actually that bad."
One aspect of Blaise's deplorable character I find interesting and very characteristic of him is how he constantly dresses it up in being jokey and playful and, basically, layers of plausible deniability. It's a fucking mindgame minefield and I feel so bad for Seb.
Alongside the terrible verbal abuse and controlling her finances/life path/etc, one thing I could see him subject her to a lot is, yes, making a show of destroying stuff. Wrecking her stuff as punishment, or destruction for the sake of showing his own strength and, again, capability to hurt. I could see Blaise in a temper going on the warpath with Seb as a witness, and doing his shit apology later asking her to understand that his emotions just got the better of him, while Seb just nervously looks over to a chair he's reduced to splinters.
So that's really the undercurrent of their entire relationship: Insults and abuse dressed up as affection and jokes, constant uncertainty and tiptoeing on Seb's part because surely her pops really isn't that bad, he's provided for her all her life, she must understand how hard it is that he's a single father, it's not as if he's actually hurting her. He's scary when he's on a temper but at least it's not them. He's just got a peculiar personality, he's imperfect, but he's their pops. All the while wearing them down mentally so that they'd do anything for his favor, anything so he wouldn't actually cross the line, cling to a false sense of pride for stability. Always, always making excuses for him, to the very end. She eventually comes to terms with how awful it all is, through the 7yg.
(Re: Seb being trans... I don't think she'd describe her journey with the like "trapped-in-a-boy's-body but i was always a girl" narrative, more the "I was a boy for a long while and now I'm a woman" path of transness. She did hold back on some impulses though, wanting to experiment w/ presentation as a teen, because she knew that would Not go over well with Blaise. )
Anyway in the AAI3/AA7 I imagine in my brain the very first victim is Blaise Debeste. world is abundant, goodnight <33
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Now that his backstory is out, I gotta request headcanons for Cutthroat and his mom :3
Note: Do you want them fluffy... or perhaps something gruesome..? Given the context of this being Cutthroat, you might have to be a little forgiving about the way I say these...and that's only to assume we may not learn much more about him. He isn't yet dead in the manga, there might be chance for another scene.. however chances are somewhat on the slim side unfortunately...
TW: mention of animal harm and death... specifically matricide.
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♡༄ Cutthroat and his mother
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Cutthroat undoubtedly loved his mother to death.
Infatuation, admiration, obsession, and love, all mixed into one swirling red halo.
To me, there'd be no denying that Cutthroat was that of a clingy child. His mother clouded his thoughts and because of this, Cutthroat found it hard to make connections with other kids. To find interest in anyone else who wasn't his mother.
He suffered from thoughts he probably didn't even know were intrusive at the time and they drove him somewhat mad.
Or did he know they were intrusive thoughts...? He apologized to his mother...he must have right? Nobody wants to be killed...
It might have been his own need for her approval that caused him to ever apologize in the first place...he knows that if he can say sorry, he can get away with a lot of things. In his own twisted head, that includes murder.
Cutthroat was a child eager to please his mother, gain her approval in anyway he thought he could because the attention she'd give him only further fed into his desperate need for it.
Overwhelmed with love for his mother, he may have only ever been waiting for her arrival whenever she left.
I don't doubt for a second that his mother didn't know the extent of her own sons madness, she thought he was clingy like any other kid....right...?
Perhaps she was in denial....
She must have refused to punish him often, because the look on his face when Swindler finally slapped him tells me that he's never experienced what it truly feels like to greatly upset someone you love.
Again, just a sorry goes a long way. It can easily bait people into a forgiveness that allows you to do what you want once they've finally forgiven you.
Consequences are rarely to be met with when the person you love is finally dead and can't tell you how they feel about what you did....
If his mother knew the extent of Cutthroat's madness, at one point she may have even told him that nobody in this entire world wants to be killed. It was her way of scolding him without ever having to be too harsh and perhaps it happened after she saw or witnessed the death of an animal...?
His mother may have also been his only willing playmate. That's okay though, Cutthroat wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
On rainy days, Cutthroat couldn't not be outside. And if he was outside, his mother had to be close at his side.
Perhaps he loves baths and rain so much because it was when he and his mother were the closest. Nothing is more close than a mother bathing her son and then laying him down with a lullaby to rest.
Rainy days were also days where she could spend an extra amount of time with Cutthroat. Again, feeding his desire for her attention.
He looks back on her death fondly.
Nothing is quite as pure as the love between a mother and her son. Well, maybe an angel?
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