#a darker side

[ofgeneticperfection]

Submit. He ate my heart and then he ate my brain.

[jnksgrl]

A Darker Kaida In a world of so many possibilities what if she had no one by her side through it all? All that she cared about is gone. And the Dragonborn must run from the Thalmor on top of dealing with the Dragons.

[north-of-beautiful39]

tw: the monster's ascent

I found some old writing from the second attempt... It's weird because re-reading it, it differs so much from my usual style.  The writing itself basically admits defeat.  If anyone cares to get a glimpse of a somewhat darker side of me, here's the link:

https://www.dropbox.com/s/b10xg9ioyjj8uzz/the%20monsters%20ascent.docx?dl=0

[forgottenxanimatronic]

Awaken, Beast

Send me “Awaken, Beast” and my muse will show yours their dark side

Black ichor dripped from the blood stained fangs within the bloodied muzzle of the golden bear. His eyes…they glowed a brilliant red as this…ichor…this deep red…nearly black substance dripped from his jaws and eye sockets, spilling down the corner of his mouth, some of it even dripped from his wrists, coating his silver claws in this black substance. His fur seemed to be raised…which was strange considering he was an animatronic…but clearly…there was something severely wrong with him. He felt…angry…pure rage…pure lust for violence…the need to see blood spilled. And…wouldn’t you have it…someone was here while he was in this…strange mood. This happened occasionally…though normally he can control himself just a little better…but…now…he just couldn’t help himself. And he had no idea why. Maybe it’s because…there was someone here…the other times this happened no one was around…so maybe him being caught in this mood only made it worse.A dark laugh began to echo from the animatronic, a twisted laughter that became disoriented with a heavy snarl and a deep breath. "W̶͙̫̹̯͈͔͟h̷̡̞͔̟̱͇̳̳̯̮͍͘͡y͕̳͔͈͈̖̠̬͓͇͔̜͟ͅ.̸̛̗͈͖͚̭̲̯͈̟̖̖̦́́͡ͅͅͅͅ.̨̤͉̗̹̘͉̻̯̻̦̟͕̖.̵̱̦͙̭͉̪̫̟̥̳̬̗̟͚͖̞͘͟ͅh͢҉̡̼͖̙͉̘̙̖̻̭̗̠́ͅͅḛ̸̖͍̼̙̫̜̪̯̙̥̫͡ļ̸̴̬͎̤̜̗̣͈͙͉̙͙̠̩͍̱͟l̷̴̛̳̳̳̼͓̺̼͇̩̯̥͖͡o̧͘͏͍͔̳̳̮̱̖͉̪̹͓ͅ ̨̙̣͈̰̖̪͎͇͉̥̖͘̕t҉̛̹͚̲͙̩̙̠̯̠̣̹̫h͏̸̩͍̖̼̪̦̣͙̭͍̙̭e̡̝͇͇͔͎̬͓̖͝r̡̻̥̱̟͢͢e͔͖̥̫̮͚͝ͅ.̵̵̧͠͏͖͔͉̘͕̙̺̖̰͉̰̭͔͕ͅ ̡̥̗̬͎̣̪͚̙̪͍͚̝̹̲̟̫͘͝H̶̢̰͎̤̖͖̤͉̺̬̩̫̜̝͙̕͡e̦͎͕͈̜̪̭̤͉͉̹̳͚͎̘̭̯͝͝h̷̴̰͙̗͚̳̻͔̮͖̮̙̦̯̭̞̥͈́͢͢ͅ ̗̩̮̠͖̬̰͙̭̳̳̹̺́͟ͅh̴̨̟͓̗̖̩̺̟̣̱̣͠e͍͎̩̰̣͙̻̥̹̹̭͕͟͟ͅh̭̠͕̹̟̜̹̫̙̭̩̦̭̹̮̟͍̪̀͢ ͟͝͏̭̳̮̭̰̦͓̹ḩ̴̷͔̣͖̬̠͙̥̹̩͕̩̭̺͉͔͇̗̲͡ę͍̭̮̲̬̫̩͉̭̮͎͚̪̥̯͞ͅͅh̵̩̬̻̹̲̱̪͔̥͕̜̭͍̟̜͔̩́̕͢͜.̖͙̰̻̝̀ͅ ̵̶̢̢̫̩̯̺I̷͈̰̭̘̥̠̺̣̟͍̘̝̙̤͙̕t̴̢͍̬̣̫̥̹̠͕̖͕͟ͅ ̸̡̤͖͈͉͙̲͙̰̘̲͇̖̩l̸̸̨̨̨̺̙̩ͅo̴̢̫͍̠̠̰̫̟͙̗̜ͅo̵̧̡͍̹̣̳̬̠͉͠k̙̹̱̘̜̹̖̩̩̫̼̱͉̕͡s̡̯̺͍̘͈̭̯͕͔͚̜͔͇̗͎͠͝ͅ ̵̨̧̜͕͇͍̫̹̖̦̗͚̥̘̻̟̬͔̯̩͘l҉̵̡̟̖̣̞̗̜͈̪͖͇̙̲̲͇͙͘ͅi͘͏̫̱̮̼̻̜̖̱͍̻̘̹̱̙͎k̶̻̥͔͕̯̤͘͜͢ͅͅę̸̰̰̖͕͎̦͈̘͈̻̰͓͈̕͠ͅͅ ̷̳̟̻̖͙́́y̵̧̯̱͍͈̲̞̠̩̥̥̠̦͇͜o̷̗̫̲͢͠u̘̼̘̙͇̪͕̣͉͟͡ͅ ̀҉̧̨͈̮̟̟̖͓͢ͅc̯̰̤̘̯̳̲͓̻̦̺̤̦͓̩̠̀͝ͅa̡͘͟҉̖͚̗͔̼͎̝m̘͙͙̹̠̜̯̥̪̰̭̼͝e̷̶̡̞̪͖͇͖͙̣̤͙̥͕̼̱̘̹̟͘͜ͅ ̷̧̯̳͚͓͙͞͠a҉̵̢͕̞͚̣̟͉̬̣͖̘͖̻͚̳͚̥̝͠͡ͅt̨͔̗̰̱͎̬̺̼͔̟̠̬͓̹̳̣̀͘͝ͅͅ ̜̞̗͍̥̲̜̯̦̣̦͠͡ą̷̫̮̭̭̮͓͙͓̼̥̲̫̬̝̪̀͢͢ ̶́͘͏̟̰̼͔͔̜͎̲̰͓̞v̶̶̷͍̞̳͔̮̲͍̰̙͍̞͈͈͉̣̪͇͓e̶̡͇͕̩̘̟̱̹̠̬͎̩͚͞r̡̖͕̱͓̜̯̠̠͚̙̻͖͝ý̶̫̦̩̰͚̱̘̳͎͍̙͍̬̦͞ ҉̶̸̣͕̞̼͝͝b̸̴̪͔͈͕̖̻͓a̰̗̮͉͚̻͍̹̬̣̳̜̠͎͇͟͞d̗͙̬̝͔̰͓͔͚̱̦̱̹̗͚̰̀͟͞ ̱̖̠̙̤͚̙͍͕̙̮̜̯̀͢͞t̴̡̘̦͉̳̙̹͉͖̺̤͈̞͎̟͈̻̠ͅḭ̢̛͕̯͍̜͔̝̫̮͔̱̲̤͖̠͖̥̤̪m͇̗̠̞̫͕͙͉̘̰͎̭͉̘͕͖̰̱̙͟͡͝é̷̩͇̝̪͖̥͚̼̲̀͟.̧͖̩͉̣͚̫̥̙̰͎̟~̢͙̩͕̯̠̹̠̀͘͜ ̨̛̮̪̙̻̹͉̻͔͎̰̻͙͕̩̻̠D̵̙͇̦͙͇̘̠̮̱̦͙̬̰͎̙̭́̕͝͝ͅo̤̲͍̥̺͟͞ǹ͖̠̬͢͜’̶̛̼͔͔̳̣͚̞̫͈͔̼͉̪͇͙̕͢t̡͇͈̲͟͠ ̵̵̱͎̩̥̣̗̠̰͕̫͕̙̖̬̠̞̤̗͘͜͞w̡̻̘̬͔͚͚̞̳̭͓̣̦̣͙͙̺͢͝ͅo͟͏̯͖̥͓͚̥͎̺͚̩͔͉̠͇͝r҉̱̙̦͎͝r̸̶̨̠̬͕̖̳̜͍̞͠͡y̵̱̜͇̺͎̪͉̰̗̘̠̤͝͝,̧̢̻͓͎̥̞͈̳̰̯̭͙͇̀͝ͅ ̶̗͍̜̺̖͙͙̰̙̼̲͕͈̞̹̰̀w̨̫̠͔͕̕͘e̳͎̤̥̻͍̰̫̯̱̪̘̩͡͝ ̷̴̜͙͓͖͍̹̠̯̳͖͡ͅc̷̷̷̹͈̳̳̬̹̺̼̘̙͈̫̗͢͜ạ̣̫̀́̕ͅǹ̨͓̼̖̘̪̺̭̠̗͝ͅ ̨̀҉͓̼̰͎͚̦̟̟̲̙̻̖͡ͅs̴̫̣͇̰̰̮̝̺͔̩͟ͅt̷̨̺̞̼͙̬͈͞ͅi̧̬̫̮̫͎̠̰̦͖͚̠̣̬̝̳ͅl̴͍̫̲̫͍̞͍̲̮̪̖̀͡͡ͅl̵̸̡͓͍̘̭͟ ̸̨̗̪̗̖͕͚̤͈̜̰͇͎̻͈̰̮̤̬͢ͅh̸͏̵̥̘͖͙̪͚̳͙̩̮͚̞̙̦̫͟a̸̸̖̗͔̱͉̭̰̬̠͙̹̕v̙̮͎̼͇̼̗͔̲̱̯͔͕͓̫̹͟͝e̛͍̘̩̳̞̫̟̝̤͈̮̺̝͇͎͢ͅͅ ̸̨̻̯͚͙̼p̧̧̛̟̮̠̞͔͚͙͍͔̯͜͢ḷ̴̝̘̟̟̠͉͖͔̟̮͙̩̮̤̹̩̕e҉͕̠͙̤̝̜̠̻̤̟͙͓̮͍̥̞̠͢ͅn̷̺̥̣͉̳̲̱̘͍̟̤͖̗̥͓͙̝̮ţ̵̠̲͓̝͉̹̺ͅy̢͎̤͇̪͈̫̥̺̱̙̰̙͇͔͙̺̕͞ ͏̵̡̛͏͕̘̙̗̜̜͔ǫ̵҉͏̞̘͇͓̗͖̝͉͈̬f̨̣̺̗͙͕̤͞ ̢̕҉̮͕̪̗́͝ͅf̨̧̣̠̫̹̫̝̪̞͟u̵̶̧̧̟͚̱̰̟̼̫ͅn̡̰͉̳̟̥͓͠.̶̧̳̝̙̼͈̟̩̫̭͈͝ͅ ̵̛͙͍̼̳͜͝P̸͏̹̟̺̦͙̝͖̞͎̮͜ḷ̢̡̩̟̩̻̻̭̲̤͉̠̯̼̥͟͠͝ͅe̛̹̜͙̦̤̲̫͇̯͙͈̳͖̥̱͝ņ̥̬̹̲͓͓͠t̼̭̳̙̘̳̲̯͘y̴͏̹̫̬͕̘̞̹̗̜̮̯͓̜̗̬̙̱̟.҉͞҉͔͇̼̘͉̦͇̮͚̪̤̳͜.̷̢̥̘̯̩̜̜̬̪̗͉͍͍̜̖͖.̢̛̞̟͔̤̻̜̮͚͉̭̜̻̟̟̼̺͙̰͢͝ͅó̵̺̝͉͕̺͜͠͡f̘̖̹̦̟̰̠͎͖̺͓͎̫͚͔̠͟ͅ ̷̵͙̪̰̫̩̪̲͞b̡̭͎͇̳͟ĺ̥̞͎̥̝̞̳͖̞̞͍͠o̸͈̗͍̦̦̪̻͈̤͉͞o͞͏̙̦̟̺̺̯̺̼̫̙̪̦̱̲̖̹ͅd̷̟͎͎̬͕͔͙͚̪̺͍͇͖͚̲̕y̶̡͖͎̟͍͢.̲̳̥̠͚̤͉̕͞.̵̛̻̙̹́ͅ.̶͚̲͎̪̲͕̹̲̣̣̤̪̟̩̟́͜͢ͅͅf̷̵̻̳͉̖͚͔̰̬̺̼̻̫ͅu̸̧̨̘̜̳̙͚̹̘̕̕ṇ̢̝̮̗̩̲̦̣̣̣̦͓͉̠̙.̴̢̼̝͍͙̠̠̳͕̪̠͖͖͍̀̀~̢̢͖͎̠̘͙̺͎̕͟ ̴͚͈̼̼̼̻̰̥͕̬͉̳̼͉͡H̢̛͖̱͚͉̜͉̘̯͇̖̰̹̘̘̣̜̩͝e̸̗͇̹͇̯͞h҉̬̳͖̦̮̕͢ͅ ̸̢͟͏̸̣̜͔̙̮̯͖ḩ̬͇̬̫̮̘͍̖̗̯̜̀̕͟e̷̠̻͖̣͠h̡̻͙̪̖ ̧̨̡̛͙̗̠̳̤̠h̵̢̲̺̘̱͔̜̖̜̤̠̺̙͈̘͙ę̷̠̻͇͈̫̫̼͔͈̞͔͙̭̩͕͉͓͘̕h̛͘҉͏͔̘̞͇͖.̵̸̨̪̮̻̮͍h̢̲̤̞͇̩̳̯̙͎̩̫̗̩̲̳̪̱̫͞a̺͍̱̯͚̣͚̫̭͎͘͘͢ͅ ̢̛̥͍̱̟̙̜̝̮̯̘̗̤̲̗̖͟ͅh̸͖͉͕͖̺͚͔͇̪͘͢͡ą͏̨̡͏̗͖̣͓̹̗ ̵̖̻͇̤͙̙́͘͡h̸҉̸͏̲͖̲͕̬͍̝̠̤̹̙͔̦̤͔̦̗á̡͕͔̪̙̝͔̻͇͞ ͘͝҉̨͈̪̹̫̲̩̩̦͎̻͙̭͞h̷͓̥̙̲͕̟͖̖̠͖̠͕͔̲̖̜͓͈̺̀͘͜ạ͓͈̭̤̬̤̯̀͞!̧̟̠̦̗̯̫̦̱̭̼͍̫̼ͅͅ"A demonic, almost psychotic laugh echoed from the golden animatronic. This laughter was mixed with a robotic tone before mixing with a vicious snarl towards the end, the ichor seeming to drip in a consistent stream…this substance thicker than water…almost as if it was a strange blood…but he’s far from injured. He was damaged yes, with his left eye socket being so cracked and ridged that his left eye can nearly be completely seen, though it was hard to tell what his eye looked like with this demonic red light glowing from his eyes’ pupils and irises, but…it could be described as disturbingly..human. His right leg also looked to have what looked like a pipe that was jabbed through it…but he doesn’t seem to care one bit about it. His finger tips were torn it would seem, thus allowing him to bare sharpened silver claws. It would certainly seem this animatronic took some damage over the years.

[littletakitravane-blog]

~A Story of Breaking~

Jabberwocky and I were talking about some of our characters and what would happen if they break... I already have a pretty sane character but what would happen if she broke in the wrong way?

The night air was cool as a man walked up to the Victorian home, no moon shone that night. He had been wanting this woman ever since she had moved on to the street but never did she seem to pay him any mind and that angered him. Every woman fawned over him, he screamed sex and her eyes had moved over him as if he was nothing but a bug beneath her shoe.

He knocked upon the door, one, two, three hits. Tonight he would claim her and leave her begging for more.

Inside the house, a woman with blonde hair and light almost neon green eyes stood there in her kitchen. Tea boiling upon the stove as she waited, knowing. She noticed everything, pain, suffering, abuse, and the rare glimpses of love and happiness. She noticed and she was constantly disgusted and disappointed. When the strikes upon the door she was once again let down.

Walking to the door she peeked out the window and her suspicions was confirmed, the abusive husband had come seeking a new play toy. The door clicked open and she looked out at him, her eyes showing no signs of life. "Hello" she said sounding bubbly.   A smirk crossed his face and she couldn't help but think, how you misunderestimate me.   The man looked at the female, her blank eyes, her bubbly attitdue, it amused him. The woman never took notice of anything, he had watched her once walk across the street without looking one way or another as a car came screaming down the road. She didn't even flinch as it passed in front of her, she just continued along her way as casual as she pleased.   He had at that point determined. She was bat shit crazy. "Hello" He replied back his voice was low as he pushed his way through the door only casting her a look when she stumbled back not even reaching out to help her.    Her eyes slightly cahnged a flick of light came to her eyes as they narrowed. Constantly disappointed... constantly....she closed the door and lead the way into the kitchen and gestured for him to take a seat.   When he did she twirled around the kitchen all the way to the stove to check on the tea, when she saw that it wasn't ready yet she jumped up and perched on the counter and looked at him. Her feet swinging back and forth, back and forth, she rocked her head to side to side as if listening to music within her head.   "Your name is Morena... isn't it?" The man asked.   "Is it?" She replied as she tilted her head back and thought about, "Mina, Morie, ah yes... yes it is Morena... that is me. Been my name since I was born... or at least I think it has. Not sure if I went a few days without it or not...." She frowned as she bit her lip and thought about it.   The man on the other hand just looked shocked, "You have trouble remembering your own name."   Morena shrugged, "Maybe... maybe not... I don't know. Who can know? What is yours? I don't think we have met."   The man just stared at her, they had met several times, it just proved his point. She never noticed, not once. "Zuriel."   Nodding she whispered his name and then said his name slowly then fast, and then rolled the sounds and then laughed, "It fits you to a T."   Zuriel just stared at her completely befuddled. The woman confused him to no end. How could some be like this and still walking the street. A dark smirk crossed his lips. "It didn't matter. He would have her anyways."

He was about to say more when the tea started to whistle, Morena jumped down from her perch and grabbed two tea cups and poured for both of them. Turning to look over her shoulder, "Sugar?" She asked and Zuriel couldn't help him self.

"Please, I like my thing sweet."

Morena smiled and put sugar in his drink and brought it over before moving back to her own. Strange, she liked hers bitter.

She lifted her cup and took a drink and watched as he just threw his back ad if it was nothing. When he sat the empty cup down, Morena just observed him from over the rim of her cup and said just like her mother did to her. "Tea is meant to be sipped and enjoyed."

When she got a thump in response as he fell from his seat she sighed and sat her unfinished tea down and walked over to where he sat, his eyed blinking as he sat there unable to move.

Leaning down she grabbed a hold of his wrist and started to pull him. Growling under her breath at his size and weight, compared to her he was almost a giant. She dragged him all the way to the stairs and started to pull him down when her hand slipped she moved to the side and just let him roll down to the ground. Her feet hit each step as she followed and then bounded over him.

"Are you still alive?" She saw the blood at his temple but his eyes were still glaring at her.

"Good," She started to hum to herself as she dragged him over to a machine she stood there and chained his wrist and let it drag him up.

A sound from behind her cause a moment of distraction and she turned and looked at the man who would have ran her life and smiled. "I brought you a friend! For just a short time though.. I'm not sure how he'll live though.. let's see.. skin... eyes... hmm... yes hands most definatly.. well...we will save that for last... oh yes..." She frowned and then headed towards her tools. The beauty of being a scientist and a doctor, she knew exactly how to bring pain and keep them going for a while.

Case and point, her fiance was still chained up. No one will rule her... no... no.. she started to laugh for no reason then and then broke out in a hum as she turned and looked back at her new capturee.. "Shall we begin."

  Five Days Later

A missing person report went out for Zuriel but nobody ever found him, even as he bled all over the floor of the respected doctor. Nobody thought to look in the crazy woman's basement even as she stuck blades into his tendons and made him move unwillingly.

On the fifth day though his body finally gave out on him as she started to peel skin away from him. He died with an agonizing scream upon his lips and a blood spattered Morena just pouted, her toy was gone...at least he couldn't ruin anyone else.

Smiling she danced around the room humming her song.

[metalshadowx]

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