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chaotic-orphan · 11 months

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The Heretic (2)

Previously: June of Doom, Day 9: part 2

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“I’m going to kill you,” Villain hissed and cried out when Other Villain pressed down hard on Villain’s sprained wrist.

“You are terrifying, Villain. Truly a menace to society. Let’s see if I can make you scream loud enough for Hero to hear alright? Round two?”

“Round two,” Villain agreed. They winked at Other Villain and muttered under their breath. Other Villain scrambled to get up and away, but they didn’t manage to escape the blast of blue light that shot out of Villain’s closed eyelid. Villain sat upright, grunting as they rolled their sleeve up and activated their healing rune. It glowed an ugly green and Villain bit back a scream as their bones righted in their hand.

Villain twirled their wrist as they stood, flexing their fingers. “You’re such a dick,” Villain said, rubbing the water droplets off their jacket. “This is why you have no friends.”

“I have friends in high places,” said Other Villain getting to their feet on the other side of the road. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“Because you’re employer asked you to be. You claim to hate Heroes and are besties with the top ranked. Doesn’t that seem a bit hypocritical, Other Villain?”

Other Villain shrugged. “Maybe you should ask yourself that.”

A car passed between them and when Villain could see the other side of the road it was empty. Other Villain was gone. A hand shot out of the earth and grabbed Villain’s leg, almost tripping them. Again. Villain whirled, stamping at the hand but it was already gone. A whistle behind them and two hands on their shoulders and Villain was kissing the dirt again.

Villain rolled, getting their feet under them facing the mouth of the damp alleyway, activating the rune on their left palm with a muttering of magic. It glowed an eerie yellow. Other Villain popped out again on the fire escape to Villain’s right. Sitting casual.

“I thought you weren’t a Heretic anymore? Didn’t you renounce your faith?”

Villain glowered at them from below. “Are you here for a catch-up? Or a fight. I don’t have the energy for both.”

“Maybe I’m just trying to wear you out,” said Other Villain and he melted into the metal grate, disappearing from view.

Villain took a steadying breath.

Waiting.

…there.

Villain turned too late. Other Villain caught Villain’s wide left hand, directing the erupting fire to the wet ground. Steam rose as Villain used their shoulder to barrel Other Villain into the wall, freeing their hand and putting it palm first over Other Villain’s throat.

Other Villain winked, taking hold of Villain’s burning hand and melted back into the brick wall. Taking Villain’s hand with them. Villain realised too late. Their fingers and palm was submerged in the wall, the bricks turning solid around Villain’s hand. Villain cursed, trying to pull their hand free but it was like it was fused in the wall, moulded to it since it’s inception.

“It’s a weird feeling, isn’t it?” Other Villain said. Villain swung their free arm wide behind them, their leg following suit as their body turned to face Other Villain. Other Villain smiled at Villain from the opposite wall, too far for Villain to reach. “I wouldn’t say it’s painful, just… weird. Imagine your whole body doing that.”

“Let me free,” Villain said and Other Villain laughed out a no as they glanced down at their watch.

Other Villain looked back up at Villain and shrugged, pulling out their packet of cigarettes. “We have some time. You want one?”

Villain scoffed, looking towards the Academy. “You know I don’t do that anymore.”

“There’s apparently a lot of things I don’t know about you, Vil,” said Other Villain, clinging their zippo lighter closed and pocketing it again. “Like how you renounced your Heresy and now here you are—“

“With my hand stuck in a wall.”

Other Villain shrugged. “I’m not saying you’ve made good decisions. Just that you’ve changed.”

Villain looked back at Other Villain for a beat, then sighed and held their free hand out. “On second thoughts.”

Other Villain grinned ear to ear, crossing the distance between them and giving Villain their cigarette. They leaned against the same wall as Villain now, a leg bent and their foot resting behind them. Villain wondered if he did that because he thought he looked cool and mysterious like that.

“Maybe not everything has changed,” said Other Villain.

“Well… I guess we’re two of a kind. Never thought I’d live to see the day you worked with a hero.”

Other Villain was silent for a while. Then they took a deep breath and let it out, nodding slightly. “Me either. Certainly didn’t expect to be fighting you tonight. I had a date.”

Me too, Villain thought despairingly. Other Villain pushed off the wall and stood in front of Villain, face not entirely sure of themselves.

“Let’s make a deal then yeah? I don’t want to beat the shit out of you, you don’t want the shit beaten out of you… how about you just scream for me? Lure Hero down here.”

“I’m not leading Hero to an ambush,” said Villain and Other Villain sighed, stepping forward and smoothing down the lapels on Villain’s overcoat.

“Why don’t you just make things easy for yourself? The Villain I knew was so selfish and predictable,” Other Villain whined. “Why do you have to act so… so—“

“Heroic?”

Other Villain smiled. A fond smile. “I was going to say stupid but yeah. I guess they’re synonymous.”

Villain put the cigarette out on the brickwall they were currently half inside of. “Okay. I’m ready. Do your worst. I won’t scream.”

Other Villain sighed. “That’s what they all say…”

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sarahjsims · 4 years

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #*magicesque #*magicesque1 #valerian.

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yeti-zeus · 2 years

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You know what its 1 am and I was watching Hannibal and the more I think about it the more I think Will might just have some kind of supernatural ability. Canonically this show takes place in the same world as Pushing Daisies, Wonderfalls, and Dead Like Me, and all of those shows feature some kind of magicesque thing going on that centers around the main character. George is a grim reaper and takes peoples souls, Jaye gets random cosmic advice from inanimate objects, and Ned can literally raise the dead just by touching them. And its not like we see Will actually really examine any crime scene that closely or tie things to evidence a lot of the time, he just kind of stands there and is like "ok here's the vibe this murderer had going on" and following the pattern of the other shows, and the fact that there are supernatural happenings going on in the same universe, I don't think its a massive stretch to think Will might have something going on

#also the fact that there are grim reapers in that universe is SO funny to me #like there's some poor dude who 100% knows Hannibal is eating people and can't say shit #nbc hannibal #will graham

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afro-elf · 3 years

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Celeb crushes are Tom Hiddleston and Tessa Thompson

tom hiddleston............... if i were 14 he'd be a 10 but i'm 24 now and he's a solid 5 to me, good for zawe tho

i think he should play the voice of a fortune teller machine in a horror movie about a fortune teller machine that tells other people's fortunes to you

tessa! 9

i think tessa should play a witch, like a practical magicesque witch, or the bassist of a band from the nineties. why a bassist? just a feeling

#rootbeergoddess #people ask me stuff and things

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chaotic-orphan · 11 months

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Medieval, fantasy writing

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The two guards walked with their backs straight, as easy as if they weren’t carrying a struggling, cursing, kicking Hero between them down to the dungeons. Her hands were cuffed in front of her with heavy manacles specially made to fit her small wrists.

Hero didn’t look like much, but King was done underestimating her apparently. One of the guards motioned for the jailor to open a cell door.

“You motherfuckers! Let me go!” Hero cried out, catching one of her legs off of a Guards and attempting to trip them. The guard just looked down at her impassively, massively and then she was thrown into the cell, her shoulder skidding off the cool stone floor. She let out a hiss, getting to her feet to see the Jailor locking her cell.

She walked to the cell bars and kicked at the door, with every effort a fresh curse falling from her lips. “Fuckers. Pricks. Wankers. Let me out!”

“There’s no point,” a voice said in the darkness and Hero turned in her cell, looking for the owner of the voice but there was no one. She scoffed, going back to kicking the hinges on the cell.

“I’m not giving up,” said Hero. Kick. Kick. Kick. Kick. A groan of frustration before she looked to her manacles and the chain connecting them. She pulled them apart, the chain pulling taut too soon. Barely two inches in length.

Fuck. She hadn’t accounted for the King’s Guards to be guarding the shipment… Raven had told her that there would be guards. Hero could deal with normal guards but the King’s guards were barely human, all muscle and zero emotions. Hero knew the only reason she was alive was because the King wanted her alive. If she had been ordered to die the King’s guards would have killed her.

Hero bent her wrists, trying to grab the chain but the chain snapped too soon, not letting her get a proper angle on it.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she growled, getting down onto her honkers and putting her foot on the chain and yanking her hands up. She let out a cry of pain, but the manacles didn’t fucking budge.

“Could you be quiet? Please?” the voice asked again, and Hero looked for it again.

“Where are you?” She asked, standing up and walking around the cell.

“Cell next to you,” came the voice and Hero walked to the right side of the cell and peered through the bars. “Other side.”

“Could’ve told me that,” she huffed and crossed the concrete to the left side. He was sitting upright at the back wall of the cell, head resting against the brick. His hands were spread on either side of him, slightly elevated and chained to the wall. “Shit,” hero said. “He must hate you more than he hates me.”

The prisoner laughed, a small chuckle. “Yeah. He must.”

Hero walked to the back of her cell and sat down heavy, resting her head against the wall in much the same way as the other prisoner. “I’m Hero, by the way.”

“I know,” was the reply.

“Usually people tell you their names in reply,” Hero told him, staring at the cobble arched ceiling.

“Yeah,” the prisoner said and then they fell into a silence. The question burning under Hero’s tongue, itching at their skin but they stayed silent. When the prisoner wanted to tell her, he’d tell her.

She didn’t realise she had fallen asleep until she woke up to the sound of the heavy doors at the end of the corridor heaving open with a loud, stuttering groan. Hero was alert and awake immediately, but she stayed on the ground in solidarity with her new prisoner friend.

She knew it was him the moment his heels clicked off the stone steps down. Three more long strides and she saw his pale face once more. The same face that caused every hair on her body to stand on end, a chill running through her spine branching off to all her nerves screaming at her to remain alert.

He looked like he walked straight from a gothic painting. His regal cherry wine tail coat so dark it looked black in the dim lighting, the shadows clinging to him like an old friend, carving out every angled feature making him look more formidable. Less human. She saw his usual black armour under his tailcoat and couldn’t help but smirk at it.

Hero was the reason King needed body armour in the first place. Sometimes she loved being a woman, underestimated at every turn. Her chains clinked as she readjusted her position and her eyes turned hard.

Not bigoted enough to underestimate her anymore…

King stopped between the two cells, his guards at his back looking soulless and frightening.

King turned his lips up into a cold, thin smile as he spread his hands to the pair of the prisoners: “wow. You’ve already made friends. That was fast, I’m impressed. I assume no introductions are in order then?”

His voice still the same silk spun silver, melodious and beautiful.

Knowing.

Dangerous.

“Your assumptions are correct,” said Hero confidence leaking into every syllable. “Our reputations precede us both. And what was that saying from the Sloughs? Enemy of my enemy is my temporary acquaintance. We’re about at the acquaintance mark. Give us a few more hours and we’ll be fast friends.”

The King’s eyes glinted with that sharp cunning Hero could see from where she sat. “I’m surprised at your ambivalence Hero. So forgiving. So unlike you.”

The words struck her like lightning to the heart, but she just smiled in reply and said: “like I said. Temporary acquaintance.”

King’s eyes turned to the other prisoner, eyebrows raised: “and you Graves? How do you feel about this acquaintanceship?”

Hero sat still, though every muscle in her body ached to flinch at the name. King wanted her reaction. He knew full well that Graves had never told Hero his name and now she knew why.

If it wasn’t for Hero, King wouldn’t wear armour.

If it wasn’t for Graves, Hero wouldn’t be a weapon.

Perhaps she would have lived a simple, happy life, but the man in the cell next to her ensured that she would never know peace again.

Her heart started beating a bit faster in her chest, behind her eyes welling up with tears she had shed for far too long and still hadn’t mourned enough. Still the tears were ready to fall at the utterance of a name.

She just stared forward at the King and his smug little grin and his stupid little guards and she wanted to see their blood on her hands.

“Like Hero said. Enemy of my enemy…”

Hero looked at the cell next to her and found bright silver eyes peering back at her and she wanted to sob. Fear’s molten hand was burning around her heart, choking her chest in its panicked heat that washed over her at the memory of those terrible silver eyes in the flames.

“Hmm,” said the King, standing straight again but Hero didn’t even acknowledge him. Eyes transfixed on those mercury pools of flesh and blood. How many times had she seen those eyes in her nightmares? How many nights had she lay awake committing them to memory?

She promised herself she would take the light from those horrific silver eyes. She had promised…

And yet… Hero’s eyes went to the King’s. What was he even doing here? Graves. Chained in the King’s dungeon for gods know how long…

“As much as I’ve loved our little chat,” said King, eyes on Hero as the Guards opened his cell and started taking his hands from the chains. “Graves and I have a previous engagement to attend.”

Graves said nothing as he was dragged out of his cell. He didn’t even look back at Hero as they escorted him through the hall and up the dungeon steps. “I’ll come back for you later. We can have a chat.”

“Go fuck yourself, King.”

King smiled and wordlessly he left. Hero sat in the cold darkness alone, and her sank to the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t long before she heard the screams, her eyes staring straight ahead. Wondering how the fuck she was going to get out of this one.