This pride month I want more of us to spend less time reviving random pride discourse and more time calling reps to fight against anti trans/queer bills

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This pride month I want more of us to spend less time reviving random pride discourse and more time calling reps to fight against anti trans/queer bills
Day 9, Oct. 30th:
Vampires / 'Til Death Do Us Part / Siblings
@hetaween-event-2022
Tw: VIOLENCE GRAPHIC GORE BLOOD CANNIBALISM ETC
“Matthew! Matthew! Where are you? Come on stop hiding, it can't be that bad. It's been a whole month bro!"
Alfred, the younger brother of newly augmented soldier Matthew yelled while searching through his eldest brother's seemingly empty house. Unnaturally quiet and still it was, even though Matthew may have not been the most talkative person ever, he had always kept in contact with his family. Whether that was him, his father or any other of his innumerable siblings he was always in contact. Especially after something had happened
Yet it had been a month since he had been chosen by the government to become part of a new starting force of special soldiers, The Augments, they were to be stronger than regular people, even stronger than the soldiers, and tended to be more morally ambiguous than regular soldiers. Well at least that was what Alfred gathered from his research but who knows how accurate the information was, especially knowing the harsh censorship laws. But above all, he was scared that his kind, caring older brother had received any unpleasant side effects, Matthew had always been far too proficient at hiding his own misery, his early years as part of the form working class had led to him downplaying his own injury, especially from his so-called father, a somewhat wealthy government man, who had been laden with children from a multitude of classes and birthing levels, mainly just to experiment with the mixing of classes that hadn't interacted in decades, and it seemed to work just fine.
Matthew from the agricultural sector, Jack from fuel, Elanor from policing, and Alfred himself was a part of the more elite science-based sector, and all his studies had led him to figure out that something was wrong, he hadn't spent so long analysing his siblings for him to not.
Their father, being in a position of relative power tried to stop his oldest son from being experimented on. He may have not been the kindest or most loving person, but as a part of the government it would be the death of him if he was, but he would fight tooth and nail for them, even if they weren't technically his own.
The thing was, was that he had done just that, and Arthur had to be taken by the secret police, only Elanor pulling some strings got him out within a week, and even that much time had rendered such a proud man into a blubbering mess
At that moment he didn't understand why on earth his father would be so scared, after all this was a tried and tested medical procedure, everyone had said so, including his professors and the books.
As it turns out, this was a rather experimental procedure, and Matthew was one of the first test subjects chosen, due to his physical attributes as well as his mental ones, the government had all of this in their database and Matthew was an ideal candidate. He was tall and strong, to begin with, and he already knew how to use many types of sharp objects, as well as being quite physically capable yet he was mild-mannered and passive to a fault.
They hoped that augmenting what they thought were simpler people would lessen the risk of them becoming violent and deranged.
Alfred checked all the doors of the house to see if his brother was in any of them and grew increasingly apprehensive as each search turned up empty, the food and produce he had in his fridge had started to rot increasing his concerns to an alarming level, Matthew would never let this happen.
He called out his name one last time "MATTHEW!" this time with a lot more urgency and a twinge of fear that he tried his hardest to hide.
When no response came Alfred was just about ready to leg it out of the house screaming, or at the very least wanting to bring back up, when he heard a doorknob, from the basement no less.
He had watched enough horror movies to know that that was most likely not a good thing, but it had not been the first time that one of his family members had gotten themselves locked into one of their own rooms and not been able to come out, therefore he approached the door and opened it after locating the key.
The first thing that hit him was the stench, the putrid smell of human excrement coupled with the metallic scent of dried blood and other foul smells he couldn't place, a single step over the threshold and onto the stairway, still slick with...something, yielded nothing, so he descended apprehensively into the warm, sticky darkness.
When his foot finally made contact with the cold cement floor, the resulting tap echoed through the basement for a moment too long.
Out came his brother.
Or what was left of him.
"A-Alfred help m- YOU SHALL DIE FOR YOUR IGNORANCE!"
The blue-eyed man ran for his life, away from his seemingly possessed brother.
He had conveniently forgotten how Matthew, now being an Augment, was much stronger and faster than him and overpowered him with no great difficulty, even in this form, he looked frail, his eyes and cheeks sunken into his face, paler than ever from the length of time spent in complete darkness.
Matthew seemed to be breathing with great difficulty as his chest forcibly rose up and down, his long blond hair matted with some thick dark brown substance that looked alarmingly like blood and his normally calm dark blue eyes seemingly glowed with such a vigorous intensity that they looked purple, pupils just a speck of black, and a smile that showed too many teeth
He had an axe, and was wielding it dangerously, if Jack had done that Matthew would have smacked him upside the head, and slowly mutilated his brother, some limb at a time, humming all the while. Cutting off the tips of fingers first, quickly and cleanly slicing it off till the bone was visible, then he moved on to the hand, dismembering it efficiently. The legs were next, slicing partially through his femur the first time, and completely through on the second swing, the screams were so pretty, he wanted more of them.
More and more he was dismembered, clean slices giving way to pulsating flesh, bleeding out on the filthy floor, now slick with Alfred's numerous bodily fluids, not stopping screaming all the while, screaming, screaming, screaming until he could scarcely take in another breath.
In his last few moments of consciousness, he saw hazy flashes of blood smeared all over the walls and ground, a carcass in the corner of some poor animal and another axe, still bloodied and driven deep inside, he saw the smiling face of his sweet, sweet brother standing over him, and then nothing.
The final thing he heard was something only a man possessed could sing
"Hush little baby don't you cry, or I'll stab you in the eye,
Watch as you drown in tears of blood,
Then I will eat your flesh it'll taste so good,
Then maybe I'll try to die
After all the world doesn't need me, right?"
He finished off his brother's life with a swift blow to the ribs, hearing them crack and seeing the blood spurt out of the injury, the heart stopped beating almost immediately, and seeing those cold, dead eyes of his brother just tickled him pink, giggling like a small child he dug through the carcass of his beloved younger brother, one that kept him constantly on his toes; for better or for the worse, who always kept him company despite being so different from him, and found his heart.
The life-giving organ.
Raw and still warm with blood desperately trying to pump through.
Placing the heart neatly to the side of the mangled body of his brother, almost unidentifiable now, he mumbled, still giggling all the while "Father always said that fate would never separate us."
And plunged the knife in his own heart.
No cops at pride (venom ate them all)
@kataang-100
Prompt: Secret || Word Count: 100
AO3
Note: This is an AU
“Are you going to tell her?”
He glanced at him warily. “Tell her what?”
“That you’re…” Sokka gestured to him awkwardly. “Y’know. Alive?”
Aang scowled at him and turned away. “No,” he said shortly. His finger trailed up and down his weapon. “I don’t— I can’t afford to have her dragged into this.”
Sokka was silent for a moment. “Aang…”
Aang understood Sokka, he really did. But the very reason why he faked his own death was to keep anyone else from getting involved.
To keep her from getting involved.
For now, it was better to keep it a secret.
How would things go if someone poisoned the crew (and Sahota's) drinks assasination classroom beach episode style
so I haven't seen that one, but if it's just "everyone's drink is poisoned" I can tell you right now that everyone but Sahota and maybe Kaius down those babies without a second thought
Poison isn't exactly on their caution roster
A new Imperial policy is being enforced. As it’s been several hundred sweeps since adults were allowed on Alternia, the passing-down of information in the Caverns has been gradually and subtly distorted. Cloisters off-planet have been reporting increasing numbers of new jade recruits who lack crucial knowledge for their task, or have been taught something wrong in the first place. To amend this issue, and to ensure the mother grub on Alternia is being properly cared for, a small team of adult jades has been sent back to Alternia, under strict orders, of course. They are to get everything up to standard, ensure the mother grub is healthy, and provide new resources to the younger jades that will ensure correct protocol is followed through in future, at least until those resources are lost or destroyed like the old ones.
It’s quite an ordeal to everyone in the Caverns, of course, as adults are practically mythical beasts of legend. More so for Lanque, as he finds himself forced to confront a familiar face, and a swell of unwanted and frankly unpleasant emotion. That familiar face sends a soft smile his way, and Lanque resents the gentleness of it. “𐑙 Hello, Lanque. I’m delighted to see you again. 𐑙”
For once, Lanque is speechless. A flood of buried memories and emotions hits him like ice water, and he feels so much that he doesn’t feel anything at all. He manages a vague, “Hello again,” before hurrying off. He’s not ready for this. He never thought he would need to be ready for this. Everything he’s rebuilt himself on is crumbling under him, and he feels as if he’s falling into a terrifying, mysterious darkness.
Robora is back.
S a m e like,, the baby line may be my biases but I could stare at 3racha's faces all day
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