@norcruel random starter (lacramioara & trevor belmont)
"Fucker! Go crawl back into your mother's cunt, before I send you back there myself!" Mere meters away from the Belmont, a bar fight begins to escalate. The shouting is followed by two large hands slamming down onto the table, everything resting on the surface rattling from the impact. Their owner stands to her full height, and he certainly cuts a striking figure. Nearly seven feet tall and broad-shouldered, deep voiced but clean-shaven and bearing long, dark hair that swings with every dramatic motion. He wears a woman's blouse but it's tucked into trousers and boots. What might be more worth noting, however, would be the sharp pair of fangs gleaming out from under a curled lip. She hisses, and his companion, a large and incredibly hairy man in monastic robe (although notably absent any sign of the cross) with an underbite shoots a disapproving look.
"Miorița..." The nickname of 'little lamb' seems ill fitting, aside from the sheepskin cloak tossed over the back of her chair, and it does nothing to soothe the agitated monster.
"Leopold, this man vexes me! Tell him to take his own life!"
"I'm not doing that." The man replies gently.
"Fuck! Fuck this! Fuck you!" The tirade continues, and a chair is kicked, sending it careening past Trevor and smashing into a nearby wall. People have already begun to move, some heading to leave, others bracing for a fight. The man who had set off the vampire had begun to protest, only to earn more hissing. No matter what anyone did, things only seemed to be getting worse-- or at the very least, more profane.
The Iron Maiden and The Dreamy Princess by DouwaP ft. Kagamine Rin
[CONTENT WARNING! The song and MV contain flashing images, eyestrain, and animated depictions + descriptions of intense gore (including eye horror) so anyone interested in listening proceed with caution!]
[Geten] is a prince prone to dreaming.
"Hi!" The prisoner was in one of his better moods today. Swaying in his seat, he looks around the room with a placid smile. It could be hard to believe this was a Titan class prisoner. He was small, for one; clocking in at 4'11", with dainty hands and an oval face. Under baggy shirts and pants, however, the dense muscle of a soldier revealed itself, and broad shoulders unfolded when the young man stopped slouching.
[Geten’s] lineage, the [Himura] family, were a noble family. When you trace that bloodline, you find abnormal kin—
In the fluorescent lights, against a background of white walls, he flickers in and out like a ghost. Silky white hair, cut haphazardly, blur his silhouette as the light bounces off of it, and thick white lashes hide eyes with so little pigment they might as well be glass. His greeting and dark clothing is what keeps him grounded in this world, because frost has already started to creep along the chair he was sat in.
"I know of you!" He leans forward, and the guards behind him tense, but he does nothing to leave his cross-legged position. "Re-Destro admired you. You were in jail, but he told me about you. Learning to aim like you from the videos made me stronger." Geten seems absolutely delighted by the individual they've sent to speak with him, and there's no hostility in his voice when he speaks again. "I wonder which one of us would win in a fight. I'd like to see if I really can do it."
Again, the guards shift in place, but it had been long enough that most involved in his case understood that it wasn't a threat. It's simply the only language he knows.
It is an unprecedented tragedy of atrocity.
The recovered footage of the attack on Deika-- unedited-- demonstrated just how long the League of Villains had been getting stronger, just how early on they had been able to unleash hell upon an entire city. But the one who had surpassed the death tolls of Twice, Shigaraki, even Gigantomachia--
{The ground quakes and groans. Roads warp. In less than a minute, dozens of cameras capture the earth splintering apart as peaks of ice emerge, cleaving buildings and turning hoards of clones into mush. Deika City, population of 110,000 people, around 40 sq. miles in size, was torn to pieces along every major water line. Blue flames engulfed blocks at a time, but the ice would continue its slow conquest anyway. The local watershed had almost been destroyed. Wildlife was torn to pieces or flash-frozen as the ice dropped in temperature in order to propagate.}
There were many methods of slaughter,
Power like that doesn't come without experience. The Meta Liberation had its fair share of enemies through the years, both inside and out.
eye-gouging,
Ice is a great weapon, isn't it? Eventually, it disappears.
chopping off fingers,
Some of the soldiers arrested had missing digits. The wounds weren't fresh, but they were consistent.
tearing out their guts,
Geten is praised for his efficacy in emails between Re-Destro and an advisor stationed elsewhere. Showing lots of promise!
removing their lower jaws,
Shigaraki's destruction has very specific effects; some of the bodies recovered were crumbling to dust-- but they had been mummified for a long time. Temperatures in Aichi don't get cold enough for ice mummies, typically.
Among all the different torture devices, the one that [Re-Destro] loved the most was one famous for its cruelty and unusual shape:
Like any proud teacher, pictures of Geten's sculptural expertise throughout the years were kept by Yotsubashi. Isn't he talented?
"Iron Maiden."
Cementoss was the keystone of the Villa Raid. And he paid the price for that importance. It was a miracle, the doctors said, that his thick skin kept the ice from going a millimeter deeper and puncturing something fatal.
A bizarre stench enveloped the [villa], and whether they excavated the garden or pulled down the walls: corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses.
Without running away or resisting, [Geten] sat innocently in his [cell]. [Atsuhiro Sako] spoke in court several days later:
“It was as if he was an innocent boy who knew nothing of the world.”
[Kiyotaka Himura] was in a dream all along.
"Why'd you want to speak to me? I thought I did the disposition." He's confused his last word-- deposition-- but he's bright eyed and cognizant.
"Have you spoken with Re-Destro? I think you'd like him. He's very smart. If you have more questions, he knows a lot more than I do."
“ do you ever think about why we’re doing all of this ?? ” (from demyx! 9nthnocturne :) )
↪ we are endlessly adrift. where is the greater sea we're meant to return to?ㅤ\ ♡ @9nthnocturne.
ㅤㅤㅤ"uh..." he shifts on his seat and joins his hands atop his lap. "i guess it would be weird not to think about it? everyone's counting on me and xion to make kingdom hearts." the keyblade's handle lingers on roxas' palm and even through his gloves. he's too well reminded of the role he must play for the organization. he's greater than all of them / has to do it for their sake. with such a revered burden unto his shoulders, who would roxas be to shy away from it?
ㅤㅤㅤ( sometimes, he feels the light of this relic pinprick on his skin. an uncomfortably intimate kinship. co-workers bound to obligations. friends who stay together out of necessity. almost as if roxas' presence is temporary and the keyblade yearns to run, be with someone else— )
ㅤㅤㅤfingers tug the hem of his gloved hand a little higher. the snap on skin is dull from the cloth's thickness, but it does little to soothe the firm, ghosting grip beneath.
ㅤㅤㅤroxas turns to the 9th, the boy's smile sheepish and awkward. he and this organization member were never close, but if he needs a thought of reprieve... "well. you don't have to worry about it, demyx. if you're not sure what to do, i'll be doing all the work for you anyway." yeah... this thought, he can stick with. people need him to reach their hopes, their dreams, and roxas will do what he must.
