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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- farscape: john crichton,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: six,
- genshin impact: venti,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- infinity train: ryan akagi,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- original: april caouette,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of the abyss: tear grants,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the prisoner: number 6,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
monday's child is fair of face (2/2)
CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA
[and that’s what you missed on glee.
and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.
Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]
Surprise, bitch.
[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]
Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.
[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]
Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!
Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!
And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!
You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.
[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]
Now. Let’s get the actual party started!
[and that’s what you missed on glee.
and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.
Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]
Surprise, bitch.
[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]
Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.
[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]
Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!
Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!
And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!
You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.
[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]
Now. Let’s get the actual party started!
cw: arm/hand trauma
Dimitri laughs, blood and spit flecking his lips. "I have never deserved kindness," he snarls, grabbing Ginger's wrist. Even dizzy with blood loss and exhaustion, he's more than strong enough to crush the fragile bones of wrist and arm, wrenching the limb nearly three-quarters of a turn further than it's meant to. "But this useless runt will tear you limb from limb!"
cw: hallucinations
He's got no glamour to speak of, but he will soon. The way Dimitri's holding his arm means he doesn't even have to do much, just grab for the hand on his wrist and pull. Pull at the silken spidery strands of glamour within Dimitri's fragile mortal form and just keep pulling. Ripping and tearing and devouring, until Ginger finally, finally feels whole again.
As whole as he can feel in someone else's body anyway.
When the last strand of glamour finally rips free of Dimitri, Ginger finds himself face to face with- with someone else. Someone tall and beefy. A kind face and a kinder smile. Dark hair and a five o'clock shadow. A voice remembered in two distinct ways, the quiet words that came out malformed from disuse, and the stronger, steadier voice that spoke with mind and not mouth.
Ginger's breath catches at the sight, tears spilling out in a tidal wave of pent up stress and pain and misery, the hand that isn't broken pulling away to cover his mouth and muffle the wrenching sobs. When he does the vision breaks and it's only Dimitri in front of him again.
"Why can't you all just leave me ALONE?" He screams, but it quickly dies away to a pathetic whine "Why can't I have a life again? Haven't I suffered enough?"
cw: hallucinations continue (double feature!), also mind whammy
But when he screams, it's in Giles's voice. For a fraction of a heartbeat, horror freezes Dimitri's fury, and that moment's hesitation saves Ginger's life.
Dimitri lunges, throwing his shoulder into Giles's chest. One hand slams up beneath Ginger's jaw to crush his throat and tear his head off as promised; the other bears down on his sternum with bone-breaking force -- but already he's weakening, dizzy, his head heavy, his mind clouded. It's not his injuries, it's not his physical strength that's fading, it's ...
... what was he doing again?
He sits back on his heels in a dreamlike daze. Why did he hate Ginger? What was he so angry about? What did anger feel like?
" 'm sorry," he rasps at Ginger's cry, understanding only the shadow of distress lashing out at him. Whatever it is, he knows it's his fault.
no subject
Even with the fresh glamour humming beneath his skin Ginger doesn't reach for magic, there's no contract that would satisfy. Not with the dazzling lights of the Hotel ballroom around him, and the sound of crystal champagne flutes chiming in his ears. There's only one dance She approves of and it's the most brutal and honest display of completely unhindered human emotion.
He grabs blindly at the floor beside him, grasping the first thing he finds with grave determination.
A chair leg, cracked and splintered by the fall, the end ragged but sharp enough.
Pushed deep into the yielding flesh before him without hesitation.
1/2
"I know," he whispers. Hasn't he always? Words have never been enough. He's failed everyone he loved, broken every promise he's made. He's beyond saving. His life is forfeit.
Broken furniture, a spear, a stone -- it doesn't matter. Dimitri's eyes stay on his father's face, his expression blank and placid, trusting as a calf below the butcher's knife. "Father?" he says, a small voice, a child's voice, "It's okay. I know."
2/2 cw gore
The makeshift spear tears through fat and muscle, stomach and liver. It’s a certain death, even a quick one, a spurt of black blood and bile across Ginger’s hands -- but not quick enough. Not as quick as it had been for Ossie, dead in an instant.
Dimitri has been immersed in this dance all his life, and he follows its steps as easily as a mother tongue. The vision of his father dissolves in the shock of pain. Splintered wood scrapes his spine and breaks the skin of his back as he shoves himself forward. He takes his friend’s face in both hands. The gesture is almost gentle.
“Fuck you,” he croaks.
And crushes Giles’s skull.