Mustang/Mark. 29. He/him. Bri'ish. Disabled/Chronically ill. Currently in BloodyMary hell. Creator of 'Hail, True Body', a horror fiction series. Banner by me. Tag for my BloodyMary fic 'On Wanting To Live And Other Choices' is #owtlaoc
'Hail, True Body' is a religious horror series that focuses on what it means to be human in a world that God has abandoned. For Mark Owens, 1993 is shaping up to be the worst year of his young life - and that's saying a lot all things considered. When his best friend Cesar Hernández calls him one night in October, Mark ignores the broadcast warnings to help him out. But Cesar is acting... strange.
Though perhaps that's understandable. His mother did just die, after all.
Or: An eldritch beast tries a little too hard to be human. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
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Please be aware of each story's tags before you read. All Parts are in the order that you should read them.
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Overview/Summary of the Series (a quick guide)
PART 1: Mimicry (complete, 6 chapters)
PART 2: Where Is Your God Now? (complete, oneshot)
PART 3: Old Rugged Cross (complete, 5 chapters)
PART 4: What's In A Name? (complete, oneshot)
PART 5: The Good Samaritan (complete, 16/16 chapters)
PART 6: An Eye For An Eye (ONGOING, 3/? chapters)
(more info + reviews under cut!)
HAIL, TRUE BODY ANIMATIC by freezie!
Character Designs:
Design Resource Masterpost
All character pronouns
All character ages
All character birthdays (inc. birth years)
Mark Owens & Cesar Hernández (1993)
Cian Daniels (1993)
Mark Owens post-Mimicry (face scars)
My Boundaries
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PLAYLISTS:
(Playlists will be updated/added to as and when - you are also welcome to suggest songs!)
'Imaginary Boy' - Mark Owens' 'The Cure' Mixtape
'Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy' - Cesar Hernández' 'Queen' Mixtape
'Mixtape 1964-2000' - Cian Daniels' Mixtape
'Ghoul Huntin' - Azzy's Playlist
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Other Information:
All Locations in Patmos County
Main Character Family Trees
This masterpost will be updated as and when new Parts are posted, designs are released, etc. If you have any questions please ask!
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Reviews from readers:
"really good. only almost threw up like 4 times. also a vaguely deer shaped creature gets bested by a well aimed stick so 10/10" @b0nkcreat
"this story broke me into pieces and then crushed them into a fine snortable powder for the devil to enjoy. 10/10 would read again. like bottling every feeling at a funeral and making it physical. god I love these little sillies so goober core heart emoji. i am forever changed. the person i was before is dead and buried in an open casket... darcy is cute btw" @corvidaeconundrum
"Unironically, this story made me feel emotions I forgot existed. 10/10, would recommend!" @kade-is-here
“This story made me wanna explode out of both happiness because of how great the writing is, but also out of sadness because of how depressing it gets. 11/10, would erase my memory just to read it for the first time again.” @kyliebirdie
"Reading HTB makes you appreciate the good things in life. You need some positivity to counterbalance all the angst that was just shoved into your soul. Live your life to its fullest because some of the characters didn't live long enough or lived good enough." @didasgomas
"10/10; I have gone through emotions unknown to both man and shrimp, have wanted to bash my head against the table too many times to count due to said emotions, and have placed the author on a hitlist. highly recommend. also screw the deer" @itsjustaturt
"hail true body has been the first story to make me unlock shrimp emotions. 10/10 would read eldrich beings accidentally getting humanity again" @cookierye
"amazing story makes me feel like i need to vomit <3. i hope the Deer gets eaten by bugs and that Mimic!Cesar gets to live out his greatest dream and eat concrete at some point. it's so well written and feels like a swarm of insects. 10/10 would eat if it was edible." @stormco0l
the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.
On Wanting To Live And Other Choices - Chapter 13 (Bloodymary)
NEW CHAPTER ON AO3!
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“Simon,” Ryland asked and his voice was small, hesitant, “What do you think happened to Earth?”
> Gone.
“It’s gone?”
> Twenty-six years ago. All planets are gone. All stars are gone.
His back hit the wall solidly, spine pressed tight against it as he slid down to the floor, hands braced on his knees. A distance grew in his gaze, too far for Simon to follow and reach. Staring down at the ground between his shoes he said nothing, fingers hooked as claws into the meat of his thighs.
A soft tapping, “If not from Earth, where Simon from, question?”
> Mars.
There was an awfully loud sound that cracked through the room, high pitched and enough to make Simon wince. Next to him, Rocky startled and jittered, making a displeased whistle. Ryland had curled in on himself, hands in his hair as he cackled to himself, gasping for breath and unable to stop long enough to catch a meaningful amount. His face flushed a deep red and his fingers tightened into what surely were painful knots that tugged at his scalp. His glasses were knocked askew and the lenses had fogged up but Simon could tell from the strained rasps he made that there were tears obscured somewhere beneath them.
When Ryland next managed to speak between borderline maniacal bouts of laughter, it was to ramble, hastily slurring his words together in a manner that took nearly all of Simon’s focus to make sense of, “Up is down, left is right, xenon’s a solid, aliens are real, a man appeared in our airlock and the man is from Mars.” The look in his eyes was wild as he pulled his hands away to rub at his face, pressing and clawing across the bridge of his nose, “I’m still wrong about everything and everything is still very wrong!”
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Or: Simon, Grace, and Rocky talk. Grace loses his shit.
Shout out to the one person who bookmarked my bloodymary fic with a note celebrating the fact that the story handles Simon suffering with and recovering from Acute Radiation Syndrome (ARS), that really made me laugh đź’ś
On Wanting To Live And Other Choices - Chapter 13 (Bloodymary)
NEW CHAPTER ON AO3!
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“Simon,” Ryland asked and his voice was small, hesitant, “What do you think happened to Earth?”
> Gone.
“It’s gone?”
> Twenty-six years ago. All planets are gone. All stars are gone.
His back hit the wall solidly, spine pressed tight against it as he slid down to the floor, hands braced on his knees. A distance grew in his gaze, too far for Simon to follow and reach. Staring down at the ground between his shoes he said nothing, fingers hooked as claws into the meat of his thighs.
A soft tapping, “If not from Earth, where Simon from, question?”
> Mars.
There was an awfully loud sound that cracked through the room, high pitched and enough to make Simon wince. Next to him, Rocky startled and jittered, making a displeased whistle. Ryland had curled in on himself, hands in his hair as he cackled to himself, gasping for breath and unable to stop long enough to catch a meaningful amount. His face flushed a deep red and his fingers tightened into what surely were painful knots that tugged at his scalp. His glasses were knocked askew and the lenses had fogged up but Simon could tell from the strained rasps he made that there were tears obscured somewhere beneath them.
When Ryland next managed to speak between borderline maniacal bouts of laughter, it was to ramble, hastily slurring his words together in a manner that took nearly all of Simon’s focus to make sense of, “Up is down, left is right, xenon’s a solid, aliens are real, a man appeared in our airlock and the man is from Mars.” The look in his eyes was wild as he pulled his hands away to rub at his face, pressing and clawing across the bridge of his nose, “I’m still wrong about everything and everything is still very wrong!”
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Or: Simon, Grace, and Rocky talk. Grace loses his shit.
On Wanting To Live And Other Choices - Chapter 13 (Bloodymary)
NEW CHAPTER ON AO3!
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“Simon,” Ryland asked and his voice was small, hesitant, “What do you think happened to Earth?”
> Gone.
“It’s gone?”
> Twenty-six years ago. All planets are gone. All stars are gone.
His back hit the wall solidly, spine pressed tight against it as he slid down to the floor, hands braced on his knees. A distance grew in his gaze, too far for Simon to follow and reach. Staring down at the ground between his shoes he said nothing, fingers hooked as claws into the meat of his thighs.
A soft tapping, “If not from Earth, where Simon from, question?”
> Mars.
There was an awfully loud sound that cracked through the room, high pitched and enough to make Simon wince. Next to him, Rocky startled and jittered, making a displeased whistle. Ryland had curled in on himself, hands in his hair as he cackled to himself, gasping for breath and unable to stop long enough to catch a meaningful amount. His face flushed a deep red and his fingers tightened into what surely were painful knots that tugged at his scalp. His glasses were knocked askew and the lenses had fogged up but Simon could tell from the strained rasps he made that there were tears obscured somewhere beneath them.
When Ryland next managed to speak between borderline maniacal bouts of laughter, it was to ramble, hastily slurring his words together in a manner that took nearly all of Simon’s focus to make sense of, “Up is down, left is right, xenon’s a solid, aliens are real, a man appeared in our airlock and the man is from Mars.” The look in his eyes was wild as he pulled his hands away to rub at his face, pressing and clawing across the bridge of his nose, “I’m still wrong about everything and everything is still very wrong!”
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Or: Simon, Grace, and Rocky talk. Grace loses his shit.
On Wanting To Live And Other Choices - Chapter 13 (Bloodymary)
NEW CHAPTER ON AO3!
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“Simon,” Ryland asked and his voice was small, hesitant, “What do you think happened to Earth?”
> Gone.
“It’s gone?”
> Twenty-six years ago. All planets are gone. All stars are gone.
His back hit the wall solidly, spine pressed tight against it as he slid down to the floor, hands braced on his knees. A distance grew in his gaze, too far for Simon to follow and reach. Staring down at the ground between his shoes he said nothing, fingers hooked as claws into the meat of his thighs.
A soft tapping, “If not from Earth, where Simon from, question?”
> Mars.
There was an awfully loud sound that cracked through the room, high pitched and enough to make Simon wince. Next to him, Rocky startled and jittered, making a displeased whistle. Ryland had curled in on himself, hands in his hair as he cackled to himself, gasping for breath and unable to stop long enough to catch a meaningful amount. His face flushed a deep red and his fingers tightened into what surely were painful knots that tugged at his scalp. His glasses were knocked askew and the lenses had fogged up but Simon could tell from the strained rasps he made that there were tears obscured somewhere beneath them.
When Ryland next managed to speak between borderline maniacal bouts of laughter, it was to ramble, hastily slurring his words together in a manner that took nearly all of Simon’s focus to make sense of, “Up is down, left is right, xenon’s a solid, aliens are real, a man appeared in our airlock and the man is from Mars.” The look in his eyes was wild as he pulled his hands away to rub at his face, pressing and clawing across the bridge of his nose, “I’m still wrong about everything and everything is still very wrong!”
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Or: Simon, Grace, and Rocky talk. Grace loses his shit.
do you ever find something that is so funny and you want to share it with everyone but it also requires 18 layers of context spanning things like. 90s anime. aviation history. europop. canada. in order to even remotely understand why it is so funny
in the late 90s there was an anime called initial d which was all about street racing and drifting. naturally every single drift was played for great drama and excitement.
in 1999, an italian named giancarlo pasquini released a europop song under the alias dave rogers called Deja Vu. this song was picked up as the theme song for the above anime. it in turn became a meme, a shorthand for drifting and Cool Moves as a concept.
in 1983, air canada flight 143, a full sized 767, ran out of fuel halfway to edmonton, alberta. this is not something you want to have happen to a huge airplane. the flight chose to try and make an emergency landing at a nearby decomissioned airforce base (as they were falling fast and could not make it to a proper airport), where they ran into a second problem: they were falling out of the sky at 500 feet per mile, but reached gimli (the base in question) while still too high to safely land. normally a plane would just do a big loop-de-loop to lose altitude, but they had maybe three minutes of airtime left before they hit the ground: not enough time to make any kind of circle. the pilot, therefore, decided to execute a side slip to lose speed and altitude. this is Not a move you want to do with a massive 767, because airplanes are not built for that and if you screw it up that plane is hitting the ground at a high speed at a weird angle and breaking into a million pieces. nevertheless, the captain tried it... and succeeded. the plane landed perfectly, and there were no major injuries! (a couple of people did get minor injuries when evacuating the plane after.) he did it so well, in fact, that the plane was refueled, flown out of gimli a couple days later, and continued to fly for another 20 years with the nickname "Gimli Glider."
what is a side-slip, you ask?
it's drifting.
the guy goddamn drifted his 767.
in 2008, the tv show Mayday: Air Disaster featured the gimli glider with full reenactments as an episode on season five of their show.
and so, in conclusion, the thing i have been giggling to myself about all weekend:
