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thebindingofpillo · 1 year

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Isaac

The man. The myth. The legend himself, Isaac Moriah! His backstory will be pretty short since it’s basically already explained in the game, but there’s a couple little differences that might make it more interesting.

Isaac comes from a deeply problematic family. While his mother wasn’t homicidal, she was prone to rage outbursts and wasn’t above threatening violence to get her way, and his father wasn’t much better, always managing to escalate every and all conflict. They met for the first time at an AA meeting, while Isaac’s mom was waiting for her brother (Uncle Bob lmao). The two actually clicked and started dating even if they were pretty different people: Mom (I’m just gonna call her Mom to not get her confused with Maggy) was the golden child of a fairly religious family, while Abe was a handy man who went to church every Sunday but not much else. While Mom’s family wasn’t against their relationship, they weren’t exactly pleased either but were willing to let it slide since their daughter seemed happy enough. Anyway, once Mom got pregnant, Abe swore to become the best father he could ever be, and was a good six months sober when they finally got married. Isaac was born soon after and the family actually managed to live happily enough for a few years.

Things get waaaay worse under the cut!

Mom’s family, not pleased with her shotgun wedding, disowned her and cut all contacts with them, which took a tremendous toll on Mom’s psyche, as she was very cose to her family. This caused her to start resenting her son in a way (in her mind, Isaac was the reason her life fell apart) ad there was nothing Abe could do to help her. Their fighting got worse and worse and in the end, Isaac’s did left the family for good, which made everything even worse! But enough about them! This is all about Isaac, his parents will get their own post. Maybe. Eventually. Most definitely, because I love to suffer.

Anyway, Isaac’s home life was never incredible, but with his father spiralling into alcoholism again and his mother being radicalised by televangelists, suffice to say it was a real shit life. I’m not gonna go into details about his abuse, because it makes me kinda uncomfortable and it almost feels voyeuristic in a way, but it wasn’t pretty. Still, Isaac managed to scrape a few moments of happiness here and there, both with his mom and his dad. One of his dearest memories is of Abe’s bedtime stories, and the time they created the character of Bum-bo together, as well as the countless monsters and funny creatures they crafted out of the cardboard Mom provided them. Or when she let him play dress-up with her makeup and clothes. A crumb of good times amidst all the terrible ones. Eventually it got even worse. Once Abe left the family things very quickly spiralled out of control, with Mom getting more and more unstable and Isaac now taking the brunt of her rage. On a particularly bad day, Isaac locked himself in the toy chest to escape her (just a minor incident involving lunch probably, but Isaac saw the bread knife in her hand and thought the worst) and that’s where his fate diverges from the game.

But just as he accepted his fate, God intervened, sending an angel down from above to stop his mother's hand and, just like that, it was over. Eden burst into the door, quickly opened the chest and held Isaac firmly in their arms as he slowly came back to his senses. They were on the lookout for a new iteration of their friends, and managed to save Isaac just in time. The neighbours promptly called CPS and since both Mom and Abe were not suited to take care of a child, Isaac was put into a foster home that later adopted him. This is also where Maggy comes in! Isaac’s foster parents were her biological ones, so the kids grew up together as siblings. Isaac at first didn’t take very well to his new family, but they had both enough time and financial resources to get him everything he needed (mostly lots of therapy) and with time, he managed to get accustomed to them. Twenty years later, he has no problem calling them “mom” and “dad” and considers Magdalene his full sister. Isaac’s biological parents apparently fell off the face of Earth, and while he’s never expressed the desire to see them, he still thinks about his dad from time to time. While he understands the man probably wasn’t the hero he put on a pedestal when he was a kid, a little part of him still thought of Abe as a good man. What Isaac doesn’t know, is that his adoptive parents went to great lengths to make sure Abe could never reach out to his son, and even got a restraining order against him after the man tried to break into their house, completely drunk, and demanding to see him (Isaac was at school at the time, and doe not know about the incident). Eden also kept a closer eye on Isaac, even as they were busy finding the others.

After this, Isaac’s life became reassuringly mundane. After a couple of years, the family moved (due to Isaac’s therapy being pretty far from home) and in a new school, Isaac and Maggy met Judas, who quickly became their best friend. After middle school came highschool, then college (Isaac majored in art) then work as an illustrator for an indie magazine, then he managed to publish a book (with the help of his sister) and now he’s currently working on some commissioned projects while also trying to balance art contests and other independent gigs. Eventually Maggy left to go live with Judas, and Isaac stayed behind. He still lives with his parents, which is not that bad because they’re lovely people. He still attends group therapy once a month, and has a lot of friends (one of which is Job!!!!! Woooohoooo!!!! A dear friend of his, made by my buddy @bootleg-sara), most of whom he met in college or while working as a freelance artist. Eve is also one of them! They met in art school.

His personality Isaac is the definition of a good boy. He is an incredibly caring man, and very sensitive too. This doesn’t mean he’s easy to push around tho. While sweet, he’s also very passionate, determined, and will fight tooth and nail for what he believes in, be it his friends or his art. He might be slow to anger, but that doesn’t mean he’s never had a fight. Despite what he went through, he still has a bit of childlike cheekiness in him, and while a bit shy, he’s very quick to warm up to new people. Magdalene helped him a lot during his formative years, by being his anchor and his first best friend, and definitely helped him get out of his shell.

Now, traumatising events can cause the resurgence of those special memories, and taking into account the sheer amount of trauma Isaac went through during his childhood, it’s not surprising that he remembers everything. Even his past lives after the biblical events, something that no one in the rest of the cast managed to achieve (aside from Lazarus, due to his countless near-death experiences). While Isaac managed to get this under control through therapy and meditation, he still gets some wild dreams sometimes. Due to this, he’s practically unfazed by anything supernatural by now. He already knew Eden was an angel, he actually remembered Azazel from a couple of past lives, and didn’t bat an eye when he met Apollyon for the first time. Sure, angels and demons can be freaky sometimes (he even knows about Judas’ deal with Belial, which sucks because he’s incapable of stopping him) but he is OVER their shit. As long as they’re not a direct threat to him or anyone he loves, they can stay, or else they get the gun. When it comes to magic, Isaac is the living embodiment of the “call an ambulance… but not for me!” GIF.

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Suffers from claustrophobia.

Does not drink. At all. Can barely stand the smell of alcohol, and definitely doesn’t want to taste it. His friends are cool with it, of course, and he’s usually the designated driver every time they go out.

Despite having worked through most of his trauma, he still can’t bring himself to call Magdalene “Maggy”, as that was his mother’s nickname. He usually just calls her Mag/Mags. At first he couldn’t even stand other people saying that name, but with time he at least managed to overcome that barrier

Loves comics! Even started his own collection

Still loves cats. Currently has two of them, Pickle and Funkytown.

Is still somewhat religious, but mostly just because he knows God exists. You won’t see him in church every Sunday.

Met Azazel while he was in college (the demon was working as a delivery boy) and managed to be his wingman when he wanted to get closer to Judas and Maggy.

On the same note, him and Eden actually became friends throughout his life. They started hanging out around highschool, and while Eden is a bit volatile they still keep contact.

After being adopted, Isaac also changed his last name, so now he’s called Isaac Mitchell. This will probably not be relevant to the story but I felt like saying it

Prefers neutral colours and has a very basic wardrobe. While friendly and eager to meet new people, he’s more than okay with just blending into the background and observe the action

Both he and Maggy have an interest in sewing. While he’s not good enough to make his own clothes, Isaac uses his skills to fit his new dresses to him.

#reincarnation au (working title)#tboi reincarnation #tboi isaac #binding of isaac #tboi #the binding of isaac #tboi fanart #character sheet #pillart #FINALLY this is out #unedited and unbeta'd like usual

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ratgingi · 1 year

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the man the myth the legend </3

hes still a Little Bit of a wip BUT

isaac is. obviously a big cringe gamer man. hes aware hes probably too old for the amogus keychain attached to his head but he likes it so who cares yk

he has a huge issue with masking, when out in public/around friends hes very social and extroverted but in private / with people hes very close to he lets that slip and is able to feel actually comfortable

without the mask on he comes off kind of bitter and angry at the world, he Really dislikes being this way but his brain focuses a lot on the negative (especially in people) whether he wants it to or not

because of how extreme the masking is he has trouble telling which is even his genuine self, but he is far more fond of his masked self than the person he is without it, even if masking is very tiring

he tries Very Hard to maintain positivity but every time someone does something bad he has to train himself back into believing it, and often beats himself up while struggling to do so

he works two jobs, one part time at the video rental store with vinnie and the other part time at the mcphonalds (which is probably where you'd meet him)

despite getting along with emory + cora + michy for various reasons, he is not part of that friend group due to he and jackson not getting along

he and vinnie have a sort of sibling like relationship, and with both being passivists tend to work together to try and wiggle each other out of issues as best as they can

he LOVES shitty videogame merchandise, bootleg or otherwise. if he passes a f.naf figure and notices its face is horribly fucked up hes 100% walking out of the store with that figure

he has a couple different plushie keychain things he clips onto his head, but he always keeps his apartment key on there so he can make sure he doesnt lose it

he also collects more traditional goth clothes and accessories and will wear them if the occasion is a bit fancier but usually just throws whatever he grabs first on over his gamer hoodies

#dialtown oc #jack dlc #dlc wiki #rejoice. the gamerboy from my dreams be upon ye #hobos creations

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lazybug16 · 5 months

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Just watched Wild Blue Yonder ahhhhh

"Oh... not yet, spoilers" fucking love when they spoil it lol

"Oh, is that who I am now?" THE DOCTOR WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE QUEER LETS GO🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ and yes Isaac Newton was hot

The way they hold each other MY HEART #soulmates

Fucking clocked that there were no stars

THAT IS SO FUCKING CREEPY WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING TO HAVE NIGHTMARES

Not the guessing game afsjsvhshdhdhd who the fuck is who ahhhhhh I hate this

Can't believe they brought up that the Doctor doesn't know where he is from damn, wanted to hug him so bad

Stop thinking...... Yeah right afajshshdhd

DONNA NO FUCKING SHIT IMMA CRY NOOOOOOOO

I was this🤏 close to fucking losing it and sobbing..... Doctor you took your fucking time coming back for her💀

WILFRED!!!!! THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND🥹

#i am not ready for next week afajsgsjshdj #doctor who #dw spoilers #wild blue yonder #mine

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rynnaaurelius · 5 months

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I'd really love the sci fi reading list, if it's not too difficult! Thank you for your explanation

Yes! Okay, requisite this is Not Authoritative Or Comprehensive claim, I'm a dork with a Russian degree, but here we go:

(I tried to organize this chronologically because if I did it thematically we would be here all day. Also, I still have more books, but they get increasingly niche. This is a Greatest Hits playlist, and if you look these people up, you will find their contemporaries)

(Long list below the Read More)

Jules Verne — 80,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Journey to the Center of the Earth. Excellent continuations of that exploration/'ostracized' genius figure, so popular in the previous century. French, so English translations. Kinda marks the transition point between 19th c. pure spec exploration and what we would call sci-fi. BUT BEFORE HIM...

Mary Shelley — Frankenstein is probably the first sci-fi novel as we know it. BUT BEFORE HER...

Margaret Cavendish — Okay, the 'first sci-fi novel' is hard to define for obvious reasons, but The Blazing World has as good a claim as any. Published in the 17th c., so it really traverses the genres, but includes a utopian kingdom accessible via the North Pole. Her husband was so impressed that he composed a sonnet for her, which serves as the epigraph for the novel; it's a wild read in the same way Robinson Crusoe and other early novels are, and I'm mostly including it here because it's so, so wild to read in 2023.

John W. Campbell — That dude. The hero's journey guy. His short story Who Goes There? Has been adapted a million times into a little movie called The Thing. Unfortunately got really into race science, so Isaac Asimov told him to fuck off. Edited the magazine Astounding Science Fiction, which in 1939 published Black Destroyer by Alfred Van Vogt, usually cited as the beginning of Golden Age sci-fi.

H. G. Wells — Big critic of class divisions in Victorian English society, coined the term 'time machine' as we think of it in his novel...The Time Machine. A lot of what we consider 'classic' time travel tropes were, if not invented here, had their seeds planted here. Also famous for War of the Worlds, leading to a MINOR disturbance when Orson Welles did a dramatic radio reading.

Edgar Rice Burroughs — the man, the myth, the legend. If I could persuade you to read one white English sci-fi author with rather dubious politics, it would be him, if only because of how influential he was. Mostly famous for Tarzan, but he also wrote a whole series about Hollow Earth that crosses over with Tarzan at some point (Pellucidar), as well as the series Barsoom (A Princess of Mars and its sequels), and Amtor (Guy named Carson Napier gets transported to Venus, which was a watery hellscape, as was popularly theorized for a while).

They're basically pulp comics before pulp comics, published in magazines, extremely lurid and dramatic, and he did write his own crossovers. These were what the first modern superhero comics writers often grew up reading and what inspired them—John Carter's cultural cachet was borrowed by Superman until it became his cultural cachet.

They're very fun, but also supremely products of their time, and extremely fond of the British Empire.

Judith Merrill — prolific writer and editor, who also wrote one of my personal favorite reactions to the atomic bomb in Shadow on the Hearth.

Gabriel García Márquez — we're gonna take half a sidestep into magical realism here (which is, to define quickly, a genre incorporating the fantastic into otherwise realistic narratives, often formed and associated with decolonial and post colonial Latin American fiction, but not always. It's a fuzzy genre). He wrote in Spanish, but I read him in English. One Hundred Years of Solitude is probably one of the great novels ever written. My mother is also telling me to rec Love in the Time of Cholera and she wrote about the man, so listen to her.

Jorge Amado — the sixties were the big magical realism heyday. Amado was Brazilian and his Dona Flor and her Two Husbands is a book my Spanish high school teacher made me swear to read some day.

Andre Alice Norton — Deserves a spot for being one of the most prolific sci-fi authors of all time during a time when sci-fi was INCREDIBLY inhospitable to women. Over 300 books!

Robert Heinlein — This man is the poster child for "male author who writes groundbreaking sci-fi novels but cannot be normal about women with a gun to his head". The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress is excellent and incredibly important for how comprehensive the creation of Luna and its workers was, even if it is very sixties free love. Also wrote Starship Troopers, the novel.

Edward Smith — you haven't seen drama until you read what they said when Lensman (first book is Triplanetary) lost to Foundation for the Hugo in the sixties.

Larry Niven — Fleet of Worlds! Ringworld won a whole host of awards and deservedly so in 1970. Fair warning, his stuff decidedly falls under "hard" sci-fi (lots and lots of discussion for plausible alien artifacts), though it is awesome just in terms of how he can communicate scale. If you see a big ring-like structure in space, you can thank this guy, basically (the term ringworld comes from here). Also did a bunch of co-writing. I haven't read his other stuff, but CoDominium is on my list (he co-wrote it. First book is The Mote in God's Eye). If you liked the TV show The Expanse when it did the alien stuff and the later books it never got to adapt, you'll love this guy.

Samuel R. Delaney — Dhalgren is a book I am forbidding you to research before reading. Go in prepared. You have been warned. You will either love this book or set it on fire.

Stanislaw Lem — Solaris. I started this novel last week after watching the Tarkovsky film and. It's doing something to my brain, that's for sure. It's a book where I have to read every sentence twice. If you read it, find a good translation if you don't speak Polish. The author famously is very mad at critics who use Freudian analysis for it, so tread carefully (it's about the limits of rationality and our ability to understand, so. Fair).

Joanna Russ — The Female Man is a seminal work of feminist sci-fi. It's—fascinating, to be honest. Discusses socially enforced dependence of women on men and the creation of a different gender, a "female man", when the protagonist chooses to reject it and thus her socially enforced gender. I wouldn't call it a transgender manifesto (written in 1975, features insufficiently masculine men undergoing sex change surgery, so...yeah) but it definitely awoke something in my brain when I was 16 lol. I would LOVE to see it revisited in literary criticism from a modern perspective, especially from trans people.

C.J. Cherryh — If we talked about female sci-fi authors from the 1950s-70s writing under gender ambiguous aliases, we would be here all day, so I'm picking the one whose books I got for cheap at a book sale. Her Foreigner series has such a good premise with descendants of a lost Earth ship and interstellar court drama, and it's SO fun.

Poul Anderson — the name is not a typo, do not look up Paul Anderson, you will never find him. I actually have a copy of Three Swords and Three Lions currently collecting dust on my shelf and judging me right now as I wait to read it. Tau Zero is one of the greatest things I've ever read. The time dilation stuff gets kinda dense at times, but he incorporates some interest in his Swedish history and folk tales into it, and his explanation of travel at the speed of light and incorporating that into his discussion of nationalism is incredible. The ending where they survived [REDACTED] and landed on what may have been [REDACTED] has been bouncing around my brain for a bit now.

Laura Esquivel — Like Water for Chocolate is from the magical realism reading list.

Salman Rushdie — Midnight's Children is one of those bucket list books, for better or worse. Recontextualized Indian independence from the British and the Partition through framing of a husband telling the story to his wife, as he actively tells the story to her. Really uses the fantastical versus the real w/history versus truth so well.

Nancy Farmer — The Ear, the Eye, and the Arm, for the kids lying about their age on Tumblr dot hell. Three kids try to escape a kidnapping after sneaking out—in 23rd century Zimbabwe. With the help of three mutant detectives. It rules.

Ben Okri — Okay, I have not read his stuff yet, but it is on my list. Other people here have discussed his influence on them in post colonial sci-fi. His big one is The Famished Road, first in a trilogy, and renowned for its discussion of the spiritual and realist world coexisting in African animist spiritual life.

Nnedi Okorafor — I have read one of her short stories, Remote Control, and currently have an book list with her other stuff on it. Other people I know vouched for her work. She specifically writes Africanfuturism and Africanjujuism centered around her Nigerian background, and follows on from the likes of Okri and Octavia Butler. I'd also add if you're a Stephen King fan when he's in Dark Tower mode, she's probably gonna have things that appeal to you.

Mentions that are absolutely influential but don't need explaining on this website: Franz Kafka, Ursula K Le Guin, Douglas Adams, N. K. Jemisin, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Alduous Huxley, Philip K. Dick, Orson Scott Card, Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, Octavia Butler, Neil Gaiman, Toni Morrison.

(to be clear: you SHOULD read them, but you probably know who most of them are and/or why they're big deals. Most of them are also incredibly prolific, and explaining their bodies of work are other posts. Trying to make a list about other folks)

For more on Afrofuturism,(not to be confused with Africanfuturism), I recommend the shit out of Afrofuturism: The World of Black Sci-Fi and Fantasy Culture, full of short stories and guides to art and music. I, alas, lack similarly useful authoritative guides to other genres, but I have read that one, so wanna toss it out there. There's so much.

#scifi #science fiction #i got an ask!#literature #book recs

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 10 months

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Maribel Mendoza’s Introduction :D

@wolfanddragon98

You see that girl over there playing the guitar? That’s Maribel, or as we like to affectionately call her, Mar. The nicest person you will ever meet. She’s literal sunshine personified. When she's not soothing us with her guitar playing she’s working on some craft project for us. I have tons of blankets she crochet for me.

But don't be fooled. Just because she’s kind and small doesn’t mean she can’t handle herself. She’s a Pogue through and through. Kinda hard not to be considering who her father was.

Isaac Mendoza. The man, the myth, the legend. He made a name for himself not just in the Cut but all over the Outer Banks. The guy was like a superhero to me growing up.

Mar’s mother wasn’t a Pogue, at first. She became one after marrying Isaac.

Mary Fox had come from the most influential family in the Outer Banks. The Fox family had money and power and she gave all that up to be with Isaac.

Their love story was right out of a Nicholas Sparks novel, and like most of his novels the ending was heartbreaking. Literally. Isaac’s death resulted in Mary’s, with many people thinking she died of a broken heart.

Mar now lives with her aunt Estefania. Her mother’s side of the family are not people Mar wants to be associated with. They’re Kooks, and from what I understand they don’t even acknowledge her.

Mar’s paternal aunt is pretty cool though. She works at Kiara’s parents restaurant, The Wreck. JJ’s usually the one to ask her for leftovers, and when Estefania doesn’t bring any from the restaurant she has some food at home her and Mar have prepared.

Next to JJ, I've known Mar the longest. Before Pope and Kie joined our group we were basically the Three Musketeers.

But JJ and Mar have known each other even before meeting me. Their friendship is the strongest I’ve ever seen, although for a while now I’ve been getting a vibe between them. A more than platonic vibe.

And I know Pope and Kie would agree with me.

#summertime sadness #maribel mendoza #john b routledge #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #outer banks #oc

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bones-ivy-breath · 8 months

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Mechanical human beings are to be found in ancient and medieval myths and legends, and the word "robot" originally appeared in Karl Capek's play R.U.R., which was first staged in 1921 in Czechoslovakia, but was soon translated into many languages. R.U.R. stands for "Rossum's Universal Robots." Rossum, an English industrialist, produced artificial human beings designed to do the labor of the world and to free humanity for a life of creative leisure. (The word "robot" is from a Czech word meaning "compulsory labor.") Though Rossum meant well, it didn't work out as he planned: the robots rebelled and the human species was destroyed. It is perhaps not surprising that a technological advance, imagined in 1921, was seen as resulting in universal disaster. Remember that World War I, with its tanks, airplanes, and poison gas, had just ended [...]. R.U.R. added to its somber view to that of the even more famous Frankenstein, in which the creation of another kind of artificial human being also ended in disaster, though on a more limited scale. Following these examples, it became very common, in the 1920s and 1930s, to picture robots as dangerous devices that invariably destroyed their creators. The moral was pointed out over and over again that "there are some things Man was not meant to know."

Introduction: The Story Behind the Robot Novels by Isaac Asimov, from The Caves of Steel

#quote #isaac asimov #the caves of steel #the story behind the robot novels #literature #dark academia #light academia #science fiction #robots #frankenstein #humanity #Karl Capek #r.u.r.#horror #scifi #ai

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demona-andariel · 9 months

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Object of Obsession - 29 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,001

Chapter 29 - Rachel

“You do realize it's a Sunday, Rachel?” Isaac Miller teased.

Rachel chuckled as she filtered through the bills that were on her desk. “I leave for vacation for two weeks and come back to this glorious mess.” She motioned towards the stake of unopened letters that had piled up during her absence. "Weekdays are too busy to sift through everything."

“Well,” Isaac said, sounding defensive.

“Honestly, what would you guys do without me?” she teased before he could make up an excuse.

“Probably close down,” Isaac said.

Rachel sat back in her chair. “What are you doing here this fine Sunday?”

Isaac shifted a little. "Saw your car. Just wanted to make sure you were alright," he said.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Ben's patrolling around here somewhere." She had managed to find enough funds to hire a security guard, much to the relief of the staff. Especially considering recent mysterious murders.

“True," Isaac said. "But, you can never be too careful. Especially if Michael-"

"I'll see you tomorrow, Isaac," she interrupted, returning her attention to the pile of letters. "I have a lot of work to do."

She gave him an absentminded wave of her hand but didn’t look up at him. She had been a godsend to them. The clinic was on its last legs before she was hired to take over. It was the kind of job she enjoyed. Figuring out how to save a life or in this case an essential business. But, going on vacation had been a much-needed necessity for her and her family.

Haddonfield was the perfect town for them: simple and safe. A perfect little town to raise her son with just one caveat that she didn't take too seriously until recently. The town was obsessed with a ghost of a man. A serial killer who had haunted them at a point or two during the town's history. What did her son call him? The Shape?

It had been quite a bit of time since he'd last been "seen". And in all the five years that Rachel had lived in town nothing had happened. There were rumors that ended up just being pranks, always the most active during the month of October.

She tapped her foot on the ground as a chill ran through her body. The rumors had picked up again. Only this time, the normal pranks had escalated quite a bit. A few people had been found murdered and a couple of dogs. And the name, Michael Myers, had started to be more than whispers.

It was almost fascinating, watching the town split into two sides. Half the residents seemed convinced that Michael Myers was back. Even her own son claimed to have seen the killer staring at their house. A shape in the shadows, but for the white mask that he wore.

Child's imagination.

She was on the side that it was a clear wanna-be. More so because of the time that had passed, and the fact that the injuries he supposedly received should have killed him already. The myth and legend of Michael Myers had become so overblown it made him seem immortal, superhuman. And she didn't believe in the supernatural. Those who were more familiar with the lore of Michael Myers pointed out that the first couple who had been murdered didn't fit his MO. The young man's body had been found in the forest, partially covered. His girlfriend had yet to be found, although they all suspected she was somewhere in there as well.

Rachel let out a sigh. Two young lives had been cut short by a blood-thirsty killer.

She tossed a couple of junk letters into the trash. At least, the police of Haddonfield hadn't been useless. They had increased their patrolling over the last couple of days. And, she couldn't help but notice certain residents were much too eager to walk around with concealed weapons.

The sound of a metal tray crashing to the ground alerted her.

“Hello?” she said as she cautiously got up. “Isaac? Ben?” She left her office, walking into the brightly lit hallway. Her heart pounded in her chest. “Guys? Honestly, this isn’t funny. We aren’t children.” Her brain screamed at her to run away, that something was wrong, and yet, the idiot part of her pressed on.

A light was on in one of the exam rooms, peaking from under the door. “This better not be a stupid prank,” she said as she turned the doorknob and pushed in. A high-pitched scream ripped out of her throat as she stared at a very dead Isaac who sat slouched on a chair. There was a large dark patch of blood on his shirt around his heart. A metal tray and a couple of instruments were scattered on the ground before him.

She quickly turned around to run to her office to call for help, but then her world froze. There he stood, watching her in the shadows: Tall, white mask, dark blue coveralls, Haddonfield's boogeyman. The Shape. Michael Myers. Another scream came out of her mouth, only it was quickly silenced as he clamped his hand around her neck. He pushed her back against the wall, easily lifting her up with one hand. Impossibly strong.

This was it? This was how she died? Had he come to prove to her that he wasn't just a rumor, a myth?

Her brain desperately sought an answer to why he was there at the clinic. Didn’t he usually visit homes? She wasn’t sure. She didn't believe in him. She hated talking about him so much that she actively discouraged it. Especially since her son's new fear and obsession centered around the legend. How old was he supposed to be?

Yet, the myth stood before her. Knife in one hand, her neck in his other. The blade was coated red with blood. How in the world did he hold her up so easily? Her toes barely brushed the floor. She grabbed onto his wrist with both of her hands, staring down at him in absolute horror. She should have listened to her instincts to run away instead of investigating.

I’m sorry! I love you! She cried out to her family. The knife moved and she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see it. Her chest heaved with sobs. She hadn’t expected to die so young. For what felt like minutes, they stood there. She couldn’t help but shake. Did he want her to see her death? She wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

“Just do it already,” she found herself saying. Despite her attempt at bravery, her voice was barely above a whisper. She opened her eyes.

His dark eyes studied her. His knife was still close enough to end her life, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. Why? He waited a moment longer before slowly loosening his grip. The thought and action to scream were almost immediate, only to be quickly silenced when he brought his blade to her throat, making a shallow but clear cut. A warning.

He pulled the knife away and took a step back, releasing his hold on her throat. She dropped to the ground. The fall had come as a surprise, and she wasn't able to completely stop herself. She roughly hit the ground, pain shooting up from her knees. She stared at the ground, at his shoes. She was kneeling in front of him. Her body shook with fear.

“What do you want?” her voice came out in a whisper. She cautiously looked up at him.

He didn’t answer, not that she expected him to. He was supposed to be a silent killer, wasn’t he? Did he rape people? No. She was pretty sure he didn't. The lack of knowledge about him made her regret not being curious enough to know.

“I-” A little cry of surprise escaped her lips as he roughly grabbed her hair, causing pain to shoot through her. He half dragged her away.

“What do you want?” she asked again, half running, partially stumbling to keep up with his quick pace. She wrapped one hand around his wrist to help the strain on her scalp from his grip. He was unphased by her desperate attempt to minimize her pain. He gave her no chance to figure out what was going on.

For the briefest of moments, she remembered the security guard they had hired. He was around. Maybe- Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a body on the ground. Her hopes of someone saving her were quickly dashed.

He threw a door open and practically shoved her into another room. A woman lay on the examination table. Her eyes were closed and she was pale, but her chest moved with each breath she took. Alive. For now. She was just wearing silk pink pajamas. Her body trembled with shivers. Of course he hadn't bundled her up. Why would he? Wasn't like it was a cold October night, she thought sarcastically.

Rachel frowned. There was something familiar about her.

"How long has she been like this?" she asked as she started to examine the woman. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment and she moaned before closing them again.

No answer. But of course. She glanced at The Shape then at the woman. Victim or accomplice? Gretchen Avila. The name popped into her head suddenly. The missing young woman! Everyone had assumed she'd been killed as well and her body dumped somewhere in the forest. No one thought she was alive.

The things the killer must have done to her. Clearly, he wasn't quite ready for her to die yet. Upon closer inspection, Gretchen's stomach scars were old, so not caused by him. But, maybe she'd been sick for a while and he wanted her stronger so he could really harm her.

Michael moved, raising his knife in a threatening manner.

"You're going to kill me anyway," she snapped. Despite her words, she did what she shouldn't and turned her back on him. She was a doctor. If the woman was suffering, the least she could do was manage her pain. She couldn't be like the serial killer.

She could immediately tell Gretchen had a fever. Her head was hot and her body shivered and her skin looked a little sweaty.

"Some privacy would be appreciated," she growled, not that she expected him to move. And he didn't. She glared at him. She was going to die anyway. Might as well show him her clear disdain for what he'd done and planned on doing.

On the plus side, there was no indication that she was outwardly bleeding. Except for a little bit of blood on her upper lip from what was clearly a small nose bleed. Rachel did her best to examine Gretchen without fully undressing her, looking for bruises or marks, indications that she may be bleeding internally, but she didn't find anything.

"Jesus," Rachel said as she looked at the thermometer. "Her fever is incredibly high. How long has she been like this?" She looked at the killer, hoping that he would answer that at the very least.

He didn't. If anything, he was starting to look like he was getting impatient. She saw his arm move as he tightened his grip on the handle of his blade. Then, oddly enough, he relaxed.

"Where am I?" Gretchen asked. Her voice was weak.

Rachel immediately turned her attention to her patient. "You're in a clinic. I'm Doctor Amelaner," she said.

"Clinic?" She started to sit up, causing Rachel to help her. "Why?"

"You're sick, dear. You have a very high fever."

Gretchen dangled her feet off the side of the table. She looked up at Rachel before cringing and looking away. "Fever," she repeated.

"Yes, a fever. Can you tell me any other symptoms you suffered? Coughing, abdominal pain, vomiting? Could you have an injury that's infected?"

"Gretchen," Gretchen said, looking up at Rachel again. "You're real?" Gretchen pressed her fingers against Rachel's skin, testing her.

"Yes," Rachel said. She thought she was hallucinating?

Gretchen looked confused and suspicious. "Um." Gretchen whimpered and pressed her hands on her head. "My head hurts. It's been coming and going for a while. I think I threw up? Maybe? I-"

She looked behind Rachel, clearly spotting the killer. Wondering what she could and couldn't say? It wasn't like Rachel could tell anyone.

"I need you to be completely honest with me so I can help you," Rachel said.

Gretchen returned her focus to Rachel.

"Any drugs you may be taking?"

"Drugs?" Gretchen asked. She looked at the ground and frowned. "I used to-" She whimpered again, pressing her hands on her head. "It's too much. Too much. I can't make sense." It was almost as if she were talking to herself.

Rachel turned and let out a startled cry. Michael Myers was directly behind her, far closer than she had thought. His eyes were fully focused on Rachel. Swallowing back some saliva, she moved past him to the light switch and dimmed the lights.

Her skin crawled at being so close to him. On top of that, now instead of a nice brightly lit room, she'd darkened it. It only added to her fear.

"I used to take something," Gretchen said softly.

"What?" Rachel asked. Michael Myers had quietly moved, placing himself in the corner by the door. It wasn't as if she were trying to escape. Gretchen was in no condition, and Rachel knew she couldn't get away. But he stood there, like a statue.

Gretchen tilted her head up and then gasped, jerking back. Her eyes were wide with terror as she looked at Rachel. She was already looking pretty pale and yet somehow she lost even more color.

"Miss-"

"Don't move," Gretchen stated. Her throat tensed as she swallowed and her breathing deepened. She looked terrified. Rachel kept as still as she possibly could. Finally, Gretchen relaxed. She put her hand on her forehead for a moment and closed her eyes.

"I don't know," she continued as if she hadn't momentarily freaked out. "Just pills my doctor prescribed to me."

"Did you stop taking them?"

Gretchen nodded.

"How long ago? About the time your symptoms started?"

Gretchen's head shot up, her brow was furrowed. She looked disturbed. Her eyes shifted around the room as she thought. "Yes," she finally said. "I think so."

"You could be suffering from withdrawal. Or, if you're out in this type of weather dressed like that, you could have come down with something. Any idea what the pills were for?"

Rachel reached out and Gretchen jerked back again. "Sorry, just," Gretchen mumbled, shaking her head. "I've been hearing, um, seeing things. Am I really here?"

Rachel smiled. "I'm far too real for you not to be here," she said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Not that it seemed to help. Gretchen appeared lost. "Miss-"

"There are so many voices. Too much information." Gretchen covered her face with her hands.

"Okay. Why don't you lay down for a moment and relax? I'm going to see what I can get to help lower your fever and to deal with withdrawal," she tried to reassure Gretchen. "But, really, it's all about getting plenty of rest, staying hydrated, and eating light food. I'll be right back."

Gretchen's hand shot out, gripping her forearm almost painfully. "Bandages too. Items I'll need to stitch a deep wound." There was a desperate look on her face.

Rachel nodded her head. "I'll see what I can find. Try to relax." Her heart twisted slightly at the request. Gretchen knew what kind of fate was headed her way from the killer.

Gretchen reached out then hesitated. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Rachel gave her a strained smile. "Not your fault, dear," she said.

Gretchen glanced behind Rachel, clearly locking eyes with the killer. Whatever she seemed to be thinking or felt was a mystery to Rachel. However, Rachel couldn't help but try to reassure her by gripping her arm. Gretchen raised her eyes to look at Rachel, cringing again she shook her head. With a groan, she laid back and placed one arm over her eyes.

"The words are in the wrong order," Gretchen muttered.

Rachel turned and headed toward the door. Michael's dark eyes looked down at her with anger, as he brought his knife up.

"You brought her here for me to treat her, right?" she asked. "She has a fever. I'm going to get some medicine that can hopefully help bring it down. What I need isn't in this room. And I can't magically conjure up items." She squared her shoulders against the killer, pretending to be brave, while her insides quivered like jelly.

Gretchen let out a low chuckle. "I like you," she said softly.

Michael's eyes seemed to lighten a little as he glanced at his victim. Or at least, that's what Rachel had sensed for the briefest of moments. That was confusing.

"It's getting worse," Gretchen mumbled, her breathing came out staggered a little bit. It seemed as if she were trying to stop herself from crying. Michael's eyes narrowed with hostility as he focused on Rachel. But, he took a small step to one side so she could get out.

Rachel didn't bother entertaining the thought of trying to run away and escape. Which was a good thing as she turned to look behind her and noticed he was stalking her. Of course, he couldn't trust her. She was much more mobile than his very sick victim.

She walked into her office and grabbed her set of keys from her desk and then her coat. Her eyes landed on her desk and she stilled. Several days ago, she'd been contacted by a lawyer of a family. The niece had gone missing. A Gretchen Carter. Were the two the same? Just because they shared the same first name didn't mean they were, but what if?

Rachel opened the drawer and took out a small bottle of pills. The family doctor got into contact with her shortly after, sending her a small bottle of pills. There was fear that Gretchen had gone off her much-needed meds. If she ended up at the clinic then the meds would help her. The doctor didn't specify what they did, he hadn't had time. Apparently, he was contacting every hospital and clinic in the entire State.

The pills themselves, Rachel had never heard about them. She had started to do a little research, but, quite frankly, she was far too busy. At least, Gretchen would have some of her meds to hold her over. And hopefully, she'd be rescued before they ran out.

She let out a little scream of surprise as she nearly bumped into the killer. How the man was ridiculously silent was beyond her. Although, now that she was focusing on him. His breathing was clearly audible because of the mask he wore.

"If you're trying to keep her alive you should make sure she's more bundled up in this type of weather," she snapped, holding up her coat. She had to give Gretchen every chance she could to survive. Her hand tightened around the pill bottle, but she didn't bother telling him what it was. She couldn't give him that power over Gretchen. Hold her medicine hostage.

He didn't move, forcing her to pass far too close to him and his deadly knife. She went to the room that held their medical supplies. Putting her key in the lock, she paused. A thought popped into her head. The room had a second door on the other side that she could escape through.

She turned and looked at Michael. Her body pulsed with fear, but she had nothing to lose. "It seems like she's suffering from withdrawal. Since I don't know what she was taking previously I can't tell you how bad things will get. And without the proper care, it could very well get much worse. The worse that requires a hospital visit. I know you're not going to do that. So, unless you want her to die-"

Michael didn't move, but, oddly enough, she could have sworn he tensed.

"I will give you the medical supplies that you need to help manage it. Hopefully, that's all she'll need. But, you have to let me live. Which means, I'm going to go into that room alone. I'm going to put all the items you need into a bag, throw the bag out and close the door. And you will leave."

With each word that came out of her mouth, she felt as if she was sentencing Gretchen to a short and miserable life. But, the fact was, Rachel knew that once Michael got what he wanted he would kill her. There was no reason to keep her alive. All he wanted was for his victim to stay alive. At least this way, Rachel could inform the police, and get in contact with her family.

Emotions shifted. Rachel's heart pounded hard in her chest. Her senses, her whole body, screamed with fear. She thought she was afraid earlier, but this was something else. There was a deep hostility that enveloped her. A horrible truth settled in her brain. She automatically took a step back, hitting the door. What she felt before wasn't him wanting to kill her. It was him scaring her. Now, he wanted to kill her.

Michael raised his knife. Her eyes focused on the dark red blood from the two men he had killed.

"Go ahead! Kill me." The words and the strength behind them surprised her. "There's no one else here to help you. You'll have to wait for tomorrow, but who knows what state she'll be in then. I doubt you even know how to take care of a sick person. Sure, you could go to a pharmacy but I have a feeling you know you need more than over-the-counter meds." Oddly enough, she felt more in control with every word she said. She had him. She had the knowledge and resources he needed. Maybe he could get his victim to find what could help her. But then again, Gretchen didn't seem completely there.

She felt a little guilty, using his victim as leverage to get what she wanted. But, she had to think about herself. She wanted to live. And she had to take every chance she could to survive her new situation.

Michael took a step closer, bending down a little. His eyes blazed with anger for a moment, before that anger disappeared. His eyes creased as if he were smirking. She gulped as he moved his free hand. He raised it so that the item he held was at eye level with her. Her heart plummeted.

"Don't hurt my family," she whispered as she stared at her driver's license that was between his fingers. "I'll do whatever you want."

He palmed her license, standing up straighter. Her shoulders sagged with defeat. His threat to her family was loud and clear. She was going to die, but her family didn't have to. At least, she hoped that was his message.

She opened the door to the supply room and entered. She found a bag and started putting in medicine that she figured would be helpful, as well as the bandages and other items needed to stitch wounds. She wasn't going to risk angering him again. Her fate was sealed, but her family was hopefully not. Whatever the case was, she didn't want to risk it. All she could do was hope that he'd be satisfied killing her. Satisfied that she gave him what he needed.

Making sure she had everything she thought would be needed, including adding the pills that Gretchen's doctor had sent, she headed toward the door. He stood there, breathing heavily through that white rubber mask. He looked at the bag that was on her shoulder, then at her. Dark, cold eyes shone under his mask. He was quick, faster than Rachel could comprehend. His big hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing it. She grabbed his wrist with her two hands, but it was no use.

"I-" she couldn't finish the rest of her sentence as her oxygen was cut off. She'd done all he wanted, and this was the thanks she got. Not that she expected to live anyway. She wasn't quite sure which was better. Getting stabbed or lack of oxygen. She sent out one last prayer to her family before her world went dark.

Chapter 30 - Michael's Revelation

#michael myers x oc #smut #horror #noncon tw #slashers #fanfiction #michael Myers fanfic #tw noncon

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butterflavoredtea · 2 years

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I WANNA HEAR SOME SILLY FACTS ABT THE SINS I fucking love your designs for them and it's absolutely criminal that I have such little info Abt them

Alrighty then! lets do a little run down shall we?

So the sins themselves are the head of their certain sin type, other lost souls who fall under that sin when entering the basement follow them. the super and ultra versions of said sins are the same creatures, only so consumed by their sin that eventually they can no longer control it.

GREED: The man the myth the legend, greed usually spends his time raiding the keeper’s shops and taking it over as his temporary ”den” until one of the basementeers arrive. Greed is one of the few sins who are able to communicate with the basementeers but even as such chooses not too because he absolutely despises talking to people

WRATH: Wrath is… strange. While he does understand what the lost souls around him say he himself chooses not to tell the other sins. wrath is very secluded and more defensive of his territory than anything.

LUST: Lust is unsurprisingly the most friendly to the basementeers, often acting as a mom friend towards them. She really does not prefer to fight, however some of the more dead-set basementeers (ex. Eve, Azazel, Judas) choose to ignore her trying to talk and just go in for the attack. Which has made her extremely cautious towards all of the kids, excluding Samson and Isaac who often seek her for advice

SLOTH: Sloth is surprisingly the most outwardly aggressive of the sins, violently taking over the bodies of gapers so their semi corporeal form can take shape. Xe also has a problem with mutilating corpses, which has almost resulted in the death of multiple of the basementeers

GLUTTONY: Gluttony is very shut in, preferring to find one place within the basement and stay there until it begins to fall into the void. In its path, moving between rooms it consumes everything that gets in its way, consciously or not. in fact, gluttony id barely even sentient.

ENVY: Envy is constantly struggling to keep themself together, literally. Their body is very fragile, constantly trying to hold in all of the “envylings” within their main form, making them very irritated and very secluded. Most of the others believe they choose not to speak because of how envious they are, but its truly because they cannot physically handle the pain constantly coursing through their body.

PRIDE: Pride loves talking to the basementeers, she absolutely adores them, especially the easily manipulated ones. unlike the other sins, pride prefers to slowly lure people in, making them believe he means no harm until suddenly, she attacks. while she does love the basementeers, he knows that if he does kill them they’ll just end up back at the haven, so thats why she does it.

#tboi #the binding of isaac #binding of isaac #tboi greed #tboi lust #tboi envy #tboi pride #TBoI gluttony #TBoI sloth #tboi wrath

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dinrelsanddragons · 4 months

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I feel like doing this: the list Bryn ran down of the guardsmen. Please note that this is their Twilight Princess verse.

"First, there’s the actual war criminal, who was pardoned for the crime of burning her superiors alive." Yep. Gateni did burn her superiors alive, because she was ordered to kill innocents. Rather than do that, she decided the guys issuing those orders needed to die both painfully and efficiently; fire magic happens to be her specialty.

"Second, there’s Wynne, who’s the queen’s sister, and icy enough that your dick would freeze off if you even went within ten feet of her." Maybe a bit of a fanciful descriptor regarding how cold Wynne is, but if she got a scale from the dragon spirit Naydra and awoke as the Frostclad sage (that lore is still a thing) she could easily do that, elemental control and all that. Not that anyone knows this lore, except for the tiny bit of fanciful myth Wynne has heard in her family history.

"Third we’ve got our steel snob who keeps our weapons in tip-top condition." Sandalio could easily let some well-qualified servants do this job, but he's a bit of a guy who says "if you want something done right, you do it yourself," at least regarding weapons maintenance. (Mun needs to develop his character more, frankly speaking.)

"Fourth is the guy with a stick up his ass, the wimpiest of us since he let a talking cat make him think he lost his wits." Leonard certainly did let a talking cat get the better of him: when he met Tallula Brighid, who in time became his beloved, he had no idea that Tallula had (quite accidentally) bestowed the power of speech upon her cat, Fluffy. Fluffy is a sarcastic and sassy little shit and uses these traits to grand effect when it comes to messing with people.

"Fifth is the guy who knows his legends better than anyone and has a lineage to prove it." Wynne knows her general history better than Hubert, but Hubert has access to certain materials regarding the mythology and legends of Hyrule that qualify him as a special expert. While this doesn't do much to make him sound like a badass, it's probably a better qualifier of his character than saying that he's decent with lightning magic and can use it alongside his chosen weapon of a sword.

"Sixth used to be a master prankster as a kid until his instructors knocked it out of him." Not sure if Isaac was a master prankster, but he certainly committed to it and pissed off a lot of folks in his hometown. Isaac thankfully doesn't have the straight-lacing that Leonard does, but neither is he about to indulge in that hobby again– but it still means he's got a creative and clever mind, always has.

"Seventh is a literal half frost dragon." Enough said, I suppose? There's also that Taunch wouldn't stand for any of the bullshit Garon tries to pull; he is a soul who sincerely believes he has a duty to use his strength to defend the weak. A consummate knight.

"Eighth is the man who runs the fastest of any of us and married to the only person we’ve ever even heard of who can beat him in a footrace." That's Thorn, who is married to a very short Gerudo who, like him, goes nyoom. His wife Lita could easily qualify to be a royal guard if she were a knight of Hyrule, or really, from Hyrule instead of Gerudo. She's that good. Thorn isn't anything to sneeze at himself; he's better than Lita in sheer strength, though certainly not stamina– measure by that and she runs circles around him for hours.

"Ninth, an actual full-blooded stone dragon, you should be grateful it’s impossible to piss him off." Please do not try to piss off Armok, it could be disastrous if he turned his petrifying breath on... well, anyone, given the delicate diplomatic situation. It's possible that his berserk button, if it exists, lies in threatening his hoard of comrades. Well, that happened! He's probably very upset.

"I’m tenth." I guess Bryn feels that her actions speak of her skill set and strength enough that she doesn't need to say what they are. Confident, perhaps "overzealous" (as stated by King Jacinto), but she's good enough at her job– and her king's envoy of choice to the Gerudo if he has to pick someone who can defend herself. She knows diplomacy to some extent, but doesn't care to employ it with obvious jackasses.

"Eleventh is the king’s childhood best friend." I haven't even mentioned in this post that Raven and Hubert are in this group of bros as well, but Vair's loyalty lies where it does because, as a boy and prince, King Jacinto turned him to a better path than self-destruction under the guise of vengeance and justice for Vair's hometown, which was destroyed by a flame dragon when Vair was six. Vair might be odd in a few ways, but he knows his way around his weapons of choice and will put those skills to use without a heartbeat of hesitation.

"And finally, number twelve: Grandson of a legendary war hero with the skills to match." Raven is noted as being the grandson of Link Allaway, who gained many accolades in his (unfortunately brief) time, hidden among them being "hero of time." Raven doesn't possess the exact same skills that his grandfather did– the man died in war when Raven's father Devin was a boy. But there is still power in his bloodline– or perhaps courage, more accurately. (And mun won't lie; if Hyrule had had need of a hero before Raven could have any kids, Raven would probably be worthy of drawing the Master Sword from the pedestal.)

Honorable mentions:

Lita, Thorn's wife. Charismatic enough to wrap an otherwise cold and extremely private man around her finger, and win his heart. She'd definitely earn her spot among the ranks of the guardsmen... except mun doesn't want to bump that number up any further than 12.

Erdan, guardsman of the Twili. His role in the twilight realm much mirrored that of any of the Hyrulean guardsmen; he was close to Princess Midna and took her protection very seriously. He still kicks himself for being away when Zant usurped the throne, and kicks himself for getting himself and his husband Naal trapped in the world of light with no way to return home. Also would have a spot amongst the guardsmen if mun wanted to bump the number up; he has just about nothing better to do with his life except maybe be something like a house husband.

Gwyn, Raven's wife. She's retired from her job and just wants to be a housewife, but the fact is she remains a very able spy that Raven or King Jacinto can call on if needed. Mind her chaotic streak– if something happens that endangers her family, she will put their lives and happiness first, especially should their needs conflict with the kingdom's needs.

#I put too much time and thought into these twelve idiots #Well. More than that if you count the honorable mentions #tbh nearly all of my muses are badasses #Shanz Delphine and Wulf are among the few exceptions #and Wulf is debateable because he heals. His healing is potent shit #Now if only I could get Halcyon and Raithyon involved with this crew

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penhive · 1 year

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New Narratives about Legends and Myths

In this narrative, I would like to take some personalities from legends and myth and weave them into psycho/narrative/fiction.

Perunthachan Complex

Perunthachan comes from a folk tale of Kerala and he is a skilled architect who murders his own son out of sheer jealousy. From Perunthachan I have developed the Perunthachan complex and he can be considered as a father figure who hates his son and out of spite murders him. It is a complex of father atrocity.

Mahabali Complex

King Mahabali is the legendary, mythical figure of Kerala and his reign was one of prosperity and happiness. God Vaman grew jealous and visited him in the disguise of a dwarf and asked him for three boons. King Mahabali willingly complied and as soon as this happened Vaman grew in stature and his first step covered the earth and the second step the Heavens and then asked Mahabali for the third. The King Mahabali in obeisance offered his head and set a condition that he should visit his people every year as a festival and that’s how the festival of Onam is celebrated in Kerala. Mahabali complex can be described as a ritual of Gods being jealous of man’s success and also the death and return of a king.

Zarathustra Complex

Zarathustra was the God of Zoroastrian religion and he was later adopted by the Philosopher Nietzsche as Zarathustra the over-man or superman an embodiment of ego gratification and self-deification. Zarathustra complex stands for the triumph of individuality.

Abraham Complex

Abraham is the Old Testament patriarch and God wanting to test him asked him to sacrifice his only son Isaac. This Abraham willingly complied and when Abraham was about to sacrifice his son: God told him: ‘don’t: sacrifice a ram entangled in the thicket’. Abraham complex refers to personal gain and favor coming out of sacrificing something.

Icarus Complex

Icarus was the son of Daedalus who built the labyrinth to house Minotaur. He made wings for Icarus who flew close to the sun and got himself burned. Icarus complex refers to egoistic pride and satiating ambition.

Daedalus Complex

Daedalus was the skillful architect who built the labyrinth to house the bull Minotaur. Daedalus complex stands for perfection, harmony and balance.

Minotaur Complex

Minotaur was the bull who was placed in the labyrinth built by Daedalus. Minotaur complex refers to a peculiar situation where passions and emotions are subdued.

#Narrative #Myth #Legend #Perunthachan complex #Mahabali Complex #Zarathustra Complex #Abraham Complex #Icarus Complex #Daedalus complex #Minotaur complex #Literature #Art #Aesthetics #Drabble #Flash Fiction

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The Specialist 2: One Hit Wonder (Kampucheans)

Prince: Vienamese pearl divers. Typefied by "crocodile tears", unable to emote song to realified form. They don't know what joy is, they have it at all times.

Qureshi: The mustache man, with a vagina. Arab women, wearing a "pachi", a red and white cross-hatch sheih, the head dress commonly associated with Arab men. Rules on clothing, therefore diet, among "Jews", those disliked for reasons of intellect. A notoriously dumb people.

Dungannon: A chandala variant, the grave diggers of India; inventors of the wheelchair, through the chandala line, chaining multiple sclerotics, the Kings, to Hell, their invention, "Christianity", with death, birth defect, disease, poverty, starvation, and suffering as the result. The Dungannon variant, of the chandala, is known as a criminal's keeper, picking up archaic forms of criminal fraud, always related to children's exploitation, chiefly to make music with self as victim, to create new movements in enemy of own movement assorted.

Roosevelt: Known for having a diaphorous sarcophagus nasel disorder, an extra esphogual tube is present, making anything they do or say preserved in history, particularly when in "great pain". Often mocked, by England, for having invented myths backwards, through influence of "Romani", the word they invented; influence of word alone, marking children of prostitutes with bondage submissives stolen on their orders; often undone, however, with the present of a "Grey", a peace agitator that's actually a "Gremlin", a professional militant hunter of lesbians, their servants.

Taft: A switch tryptich of weight loss and gain, switching between muscular and obese, per generation. A German line, known for being pleasant in the destruction of others, often claiming tears and sobbing "chocolates", their pleased farts, however mistaking victims of other lines as fellow Tafts, a "chocolate berry", when assisted into their own financial demise. Founders of the Masonic Lodge, the narcotrafficking and narcotics prevention forces, of the military, taking away drugs to harm; undone by witch trials, related to narcotics, where the wealthy are purgatoried for performing drug use, removing drugs from the poor but leaving them in the rich, the entire Lodge undone from mercenary "French hire", out of Germany, with a myth in place from the culprit.

Bannister: A German line, the "goodwife", known to spread myths of hobgoblins and sinners through use of Leibniz, the math they developed while frauding Isaac Newton, in England. Leibniz, inducing a condition known as 'psychopathy wilderness', is only countered by the use of the word 'retarded' to refer to simplistic mathematical logic, hence calculus is removed entirely, the proper form prior and after Newton, assuming even Leibniz to never exist. The proofs involved, applied to art, therefore, culprit hunt those hiring the Bannisters for their logistics and appliances.

Nixon: A line of colon retardant, their colons retain moisture, for a poor smell typefied by a scent similar to sweat, actually their inner bowel moldering with fear and anger, the "graceful passion of God", as their admirer, Stanley "Lee" Leiberman, of Marvel Comics, called it. Spider-Man, was built on their legend, that of a wall crawling menace, someone that would monitor you through federal forces, to make sure you made their press, copy, news, and petty literature, just like they wanted; without masturbating.

Pratt: A lower line of Nixons, born into the Scythians, they are mostly useless, having been confronted with "anti-Semitism" from "Jews", the "Jewish anti-Semitism", their entire life, by the O'Neills, Clan Nihil, of the Steppes of Russia, often confused as to the origin, placing such defects into the other lines of the homoerotics. Noted for preferring gay police officers dating food services at force, for their couplings, however the least powerful among Steppes people; still slightly better than the rest of the dykes, because they understand transgender, as a fake diagnosis, created by delusion when refused by men (a common state of repose, given the blubbery nature of the vagina compared to the bosom and buttocks of the Vietnamese Clans listed).

Rodham: A line out of Spain, the Rodhams feature a salamandar blooded internal pulminory system, with a male placed in reverse sexual position upon ascension to leadership, the prior position taken with self as victim secondary to rise to power. This way, the male leader, can place the Rodham, as a proxy to national declaration and policy applied to country, through postured treatment towards Rodham requested by the malleable putty nature of personality, the shift of self as demanded treatment of national policy, from male leader abused until rising to power as appearing victim to own country's population.

O'Riordan: The most savage and vicious of the Kampucheans, these ones perform a high financial service for a military household, only accepting paramilitary and criminal hire, at the expense of a father's semen stolen, the father of an actress, to breed back in. Once "infirmed", they have produced and banqued a new line, they will volunteer their death for new "slaves", those involved in the conspiracy to kill them, unable to kill another O'Riordan in the future, their entire profession open to more hires of O'Riordans.

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