Lament my unholy birth.

"FIGHT OR BE FORGOTTEN." 

[lamentedbirth]

ENMA // Hollow-Arrancar muse.

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ORIGINAL BLEACH OC

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[lamentedbirth]

let us not resort to our baser instincts.

Her reply is the sound of grunts which turn into growls, the large form of the beast stalking the edges of his cave. Every moment she speaks to him is another moment in which his wrath grows. His existence is nothing but baser instincts, nothing more than seeking the absolute destruction of creation. Perhaps then he might know something akin to peace.

"Arrgh."

The sound of frustration gnaws at it's mind. It's clawed hand opens to drag talons across stone, the sound of breaking rock echoing. The immense smell of rotting flesh ever present, it's muscle reek of death skin. It is in a constant state of frozen decay, agony embraces it.

"Speak, speak quickly. Speak before I break your bones." It can hardly focus, it's words raspy. Dual layered over many voices. So many souls.

It is on the edge of madness.

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JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS

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do you really wanna die here?

ain't that a bitch?

i'm sorry to say that no one is that good!

you keen on earning a coin?

fuck off.

either way, you and me, we'll be even.

can't track it, can't hack it, can't trace it.

have you given any thought to where this ends?

why don't you take the night off?

i am the way into eternal pain.

nothing's ever just a conversation with you.

weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?

i'd like to see the manager.

i'm going to kill you.

will you be putting a bullet in his head?

i guess it's time i told you to climb down off your high table and go fuck yourself.

just have fun out there.

you always have an angle, don't you?

you dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.

it was an honor, my friend.

raise a hand if you can hear me.

how good is your laundry?

yeah. don't worry about me.

people don't change. you know that.

do i look civilized to you?

this kingdom is mine and mine alone.

he shot my dog.

you stand in the presence of the motherfucking king!

you can either hand over your kid, or you can die screaming alongside him!

have you thought this through? i mean, chewed down to the bone?

if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

i'll have to get back to you.

you don't want me owing you.

there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.

they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

people keep asking if i'm back and i haven't really had an answer.

enjoy your kingdom, while you still can.

the knife is in your aorta. you pull it out, you will bleed and you will die.

i know what you're thinking.

are services still off limits to me?

it should have been me.

you still need something to love.

if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.

how may i be of service?

do i know you?

you working again?

after this, we are less than even.

and here i'd feared you'd left all this behind.

i'm gonna shove so much fealty up your ass it's gonna come spilling out of your mouth.

you've broken the rules.

vengeance is all you have left.

do enjoy your party.

fourteen million is a lot of money.

your stitches will tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function.

i apologize for calling you at this hour.

i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.

let us not resort to our baser instincts.

so tell me, how was life on the other side?

i say the odds are about even.

you killed my ward, someone i was close to.

whoever comes, whoever it is: i'll kill them. i'll kill them all.

you got out once.

it's not what you did that angers me so, it's who you did it to.

i can't help you.

i just gotta catch my breath.

are you here on business?

all of this, for what?

treat all your ladies like this?

i can make this right.

okay. you made your point.

consider this a professional courtesy.

it's been a while. my condolences. how're you holding up?

i want to kill him.

management does not take kindly to that sort of behavior.

avert your eyes, my sweet.

so i guess you have a choice.

that was a pretty good fight, huh?

i'm afraid you've come all this way for nothing.

i have a job for you.

as you know, art is pain—life is suffering.

i'll make it quick, i promise.

sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

you fail to understand.

they will come for you, and you will do nothing because you can do nothing.

it's okay. let's go home.

i still have time.

do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?

it seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fucking luck caused our paths to cross once again.

you had your chance.

i was just sorting some stuff out.

i can do this! please!

i'm sorry i can't be there for you.

where the fuck are you?

i'm just asking you to try.

they know you're coming.

in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.

you came to me, i helped you. if you don't do this, you know the consequences.

you were always a pussy.

if you want peace, prepare for war.

everything's got a price.

i'm not telling you shit!

may i suggest a drink? bourbon perhaps?

an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.

second chances are the refuge for men who fail.

you may never return home.

you're going to die.

i'm sorry.

my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.

i look retired.

oh, and remember, you owe me.

that's unwise, i assure you.

we can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.

you arrogant asshole.

none of us can escape who we are.

you wanted me back, i'm back!

those who cling to death, live.

no one, not even you, can kill everyone.

is this a formal event or a social affair?

get the fuck out of my sight!

remember your daughter…

just checking up on an old friend.

we are cursed, you and i.

my allegiances run way beyond this building.

are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?

you want a war? or do you wanna just give me a gun?

what happened? we were professionals… civilized.

oh, shit. they took a finger.

how you do anything is how you do everything.

i'll leave you to it, then.

you look good.

i gotta say, i'm a pretty big fan.

[notoriouslydevious]

Aatrox the Darkin Blade by Taekseo

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Melissa Lee-Houghton, from “The Bray.”

[lamentedbirth]

ofrexping​:

His senses reached out trying to discern the air.  Pluck free what he might of this thick atmosphere.  Figure out his captor(s), and what purpose such a person (or people) might have with someone like him.  Was he intentionally selected?  Being a Lieutenant, he would be worth a price.. perhaps.. Or was it random happenstance that landed him in this position?  What  Shuhei would find himself confronted by; the aura of this creature, a hollow of some sort, and the vile atmosphere that permeated this holding place, was not what he had expected at all.

YOU..

Something in it sent a chill down his spine.  Eyes fixed and narrowed towards the looming shadow.  Maroon and sanguine like a tapestry of muscle and mutation.  Truly a creature unlike any he had encountered before.  How is it a hollow had become this?  This terrible image before him.  Closing the distance with purpose.  The creature’s voice piercing through the silence of the room like a pin pricked light in the darkness.

No.  It seems it was not he, nor his rank, which had prompted this hollow to capture him.  He must be strong to have gotten the upper hand on Shuhei, he considered.

He was in no position to make demands.  He could refuse, but something told him it was better to play nice and oblige… for now.. “I am–” He spoke up clearly.  Firmly.  Back straight as could be with his arms bound, “Shuhei Hisagi.  Co-Lieutenant of the 9th Division.”  Binds may prevent him from doing much, but he certainly wasn’t going to give up on escaping, “Who are you?” He questioned in return, “What do you want with me?”

He lunges with uncanny speed, massive, clawed hands outstretched. His claws barely scrapping against the back of Shuuhei's head, he jerk's the Shinigami's head backwards forcing them to view his corrupted visage. Being this close is drowning in the putrid feeling of his aura, the choking smell of dead flesh almost overcoming to any normal senses. It might provoke the churning on one's stomach, a gagging of the throat. His hands would jerk Shuuhe's head backwards forcing him to view his entire demonic face, glowing pools of crimson anger was his eyes.

His clawed fingers forcing open the eyes of Shuuhei so that he might not turn away as he speaks, so that he could gaze upon him. "I am destruction. I am oblivion. What I want, is the end." His voice trembles with each word, as if he is on the verge of tears. But more importantly is the snarling anger, the venom which laces every word. Never has a Hollow expressed such emotion, such raw hatred. It is a force of nature, feeling nothing but the potence of it's anger.

"Where is the flaming demon? The man with the scar, where is he?" He leans forward, his jaw opening as slow ragged breaths draw from it. His grip on their head tightens for a moment, it is painful to the normal person. His corrupted flesh seems to strain against itself, as if he is holding himself back. Before finally he releases the head of the Shinigami with a guttural growl, his fist slamming into the wall of the cave. Immediately the world around them shakes, small bits of loose rock strike the floor.

He gazes at Shuuhei his fingers flexed into that of a claw shape.

"Patience, Enma. Patience." It growls at nothing, it is as if the thing before Shuuhei is half here, and half gone. He mumbles to himself; he moves around the cave. "Let me murder them, let me crush their dreams. Give me my freedom, let me snuff the light out. I cannot die... I cannot die." It moves about the cave, muttering, growling. It sucks in breath thought it's teeth, it's hands move to it's face grasping at it's horns as it makes a whining noise.

It would be pitiful, if it was not so dangerous.

"How far I have fallen..." True sorrow, true madness.

[feral-ballad]

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “The miracle mile”

[Text ID: “all we do is violence.”]

[andrumedus]

“I am the dagger and the scar. I am the slap, I am the cheek, I am the limbs, I am the rack, the convict, the executioner. I am the vampire of my own soul”

— Charles Baudelaire, tr. Aaron Poochigian, The Flowers of Evil, from “Spleen and the Ideal”; “Heautontimoroumenos”

[lamentedbirth]

ofrexping​:

It had begun with something basic.  A trip to the living world to seek someone out for an interview for the Seireitei Bulletin.  A casual visit turned into a fight against hollows - and then nothing.  Darkness.  Caught by surprise and knocked out in alarming speed.

When he woke, his lungs strained a bit at first.  Air sucked in and head lolled about with a growing headache.  Something dried but sticky left a patch of hair and skin a mess along the back of his skull.  But that was hardly the worst of it.. Limbs tried to move only to find himself bound to what could only be described as some sort of make-shift seat.  Reality started to set in.  His mind swarmed with all the possibilities.  He knew this feeling.  This place.. But not.. where within it he had been contained.

And Kazeshini?  He managed to dart a squinted gaze against the darkness around him searching for his zanpakutou while hands tried to feel around for anything sharp he might cut his binds against.

@lamentedbirth

Destruction.

The creature which stalked the lands of Hueco Mundo was more a force of nature than any living creature. An eternal beast undying who craved only for the end of all that exists. Oblivion was a welcomed thought, the peaceful darkness of eternal silence. It would be a mercy compared to existing in this tormented, corrupted visage that was his life.

Shuuhei would smell the rancid sour air akin to decayed flesh, the thick odor which hung in the air seemed suffocating. The darkness which surrounded him was only illuminated by torches which lined the wall, displaying the ghastly shadow of a winged creature near the entrance. It's outline more akin to a horned demon than anything conventionally hollow, massive and hulking it was shadowed by the eternally crescent moon outside.

"You." The guttural growl of the word seemed both raspy and baritone, like multiple voices layered over each other. It had a distinctly uncanny feeling to it, something that imitated humanity. It began to move forward, each step pressing into the stone floor of the cave. "You will answer me." It was an order, as finally it arrived in front of Shuuhei.

A red skinned hollow that was larger than any mortal, it's body seemingly made from decayed and tainted flesh, a massive great blade on its back. Two large horns adorned its head, as it let out a low growl at the bound Shinigami. "What is your name?"

[xshayarsha]

“carrying a rage, a leftover rage I cannot undo.”

— Anne Sexton, from Live or Die; A Little Uncomplicated Hymn.

[illustratus]

"How Mordred was Slain by Arthur, and How by Him Arthur was Hurt to the Death".

by Arthur Rackham

From The Romance of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table (1917). Abridged from Malory's Morte d'Arthur by Alfred W. Pollard.

[aurelion-solar]

Aatrox, the Darkin Blade - Legends of Runeterra Splash Art

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Chelsea Wolfe, from the lyrics of Boyfriend; Unknown Rooms.

[rpinkling]

More Fantasy & Adventure Cliche Prompts

Part 2 to this. Send a symbol for a starter!

❓️: Sender must solve a monster's riddle to set receiver free before time runs out.

🍻: Receiver used magic to help sender and it seems to have worked as desired! But all magic comes with a price, and the toll of this spell is starting to be seen... (specify negative effects in-ask OR hash it out as you go)

🍞: Sender hosts a banquet in honor of receiver's good deeds! All seems well, but suddenly an uninvited guest, a monster or enemy, comes to crash the party...

🦊: Receiver keeps encountering a friendly animal on their walk home (specify what). Little do they know, it's sender cursed into animal shape!

🐣: Receiver has been tasked with protecting sender with their life.

🥀: Receiver finds themselves back in time and sender from the past has let them stay with them, unaware of future events.

💀: Sender has been brought to life under one condition: they and receiver can't physically touch, or sender dies again for good.

🐠: Receiver, a merperson, rescues sender, a shipwrecked traveler, from drowning.

🍃: Receiver, a monster (misunderstood or otherwise, receiver's choice) has an intruder in their domain: Sender.

🤕: Sender has suddenly lost their magical or supernatural powers due to overexertion or a curse. Receiver must protect them from harm and provide reassurance they're defined by more than their powers.

🔁 send any of the above with REVERSE to swap sender and receiver roles

[wnq-writers]

“I am fire. Do not smother me when I burn. I want to consume. I want to conquer. I will take the forest with me.”

— laceandlovelies

[skymagpieart]

Happy Birthday to my beloved World-Ender, God-Killer etc. Aatrox who is also one of my ultimate favs and like the most handsome man in this game 😌