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zeddpool · 2 years
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So. I’m working on a gaslamp fantasy/gothic horror murder mystery ttrpg. The working title is Ghastly, Grim, and Gruesome.
Suspect portrait #1🦇Séaghdha Flannagáin🍷
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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 11 months
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“Nothing to be afraid of.”
[TWST AU]: In this timeline, this certain MC/Yuu is something ancient and shouldn’t be provoked.
[Gender Neutral MC/Yuu]
[Synopsis]: What happens if an MC/Yuu from League of Legends happens to be a bringer of great fear and repeats the last words of its victims? Well, you earn a “scarecrow” like being who would likely to chew you alive.
[(A/N)]: Fun fact about this Fiddlesticks rework, it was voice acted by Kellen Goff which he is famous for voicing Funtime Freddy from the FNAF franchise and other works like Overhaul from BNHA, etc. Feels like my childhood cringe is haunting me like this LOL champion.
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Fiddlesticks, one of most fearsome champions people insisted that the creepy creature from folklore is true.
Many warned others to stay alert and never let this demonic being get to you.
Though, they don’t believe the monster was real as it’s just stories to scare the listeners, children specifically to be careful.
It is real as you’ll witness the horror it brings upon.
If it has gotten you, it’s your last words against the next victims.
There’s just one question.
How did it get summoned to Twisted Wonderland?
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Crowley would actually be the one to retrieve the “missing student” before the dorm selecting ceremony ends.
As he reached to the room full of floating coffins he saw Grim hidden in one of the many, shaking in fear.
Crowley: Great Seven! Why are you staying in there?
Grim: I can’t leave.
Crowley: You have to. No unsupervised familiars are allowed until-
Grim: Not now! Something came in here and…
Then noises of metal scraping against the cobbled stone flooring.
Squeaking of rusted joints echoed through the halls.
As Crowley and Grim look back at the open doorway, a figure dashes across as a blur to their fields of vision.
Grim: I told you!
Crowley: The students.
Crowley and Grim, as he was being carried by the Headmaster, ran as fast as they can to return to the ceremony before something goes wrong.
As they enter into the Mirror Chamber, all students and their Dorm Leaders were hiding behind the Dark Mirror.
Crowley: Students, why are you hiding behind the mirror?
Riddle: Headmaster, there was a…a scarecrow.
Crowley: Pardon?
Jamil: It’s not only a scarecrow. It was sentient.
Vil: It was ghastly when it appear before us.
Epel: It was welding a sickle! It’s gonna kill us all!
Crowley: Calm down, I do not see any sign of a scarecrow anywhere.
[As Crowley continue speaking, a tall figure then starts looming over the headmaster. It’s head croaking eerily, eyes illuminating a glowing crimson, and a jaw unhinged with rows of razors. Students were trying to sign him to stop talking.]
Crowley: Now stop gesturing to me. A scarecrow could never hurt me.
Fiddlesticks: A scarecrow could never hurt me.
On cue, Fiddlesticks attacks at Crowley, swinging its extended metal limb in full force, hitting him to crash into a wall.
Students screamed in horror and some ran out of the chamber.
Others were frozen in fear watching this nightmarish entity attacking others.
Some carried the unconscious Crowley out of the scene while dodging the crowd thrown at them.
Fiddlesticks: Don’t be scared, it can’t hurt you!
Kalim: *Crying out of fear* Yes it can! *Blindly uses Oasis at it*
[The demonic being dodges his Unique Magic swiftly. It then hurls itself towards Kalim with an unhinged mouth filled with razor blades of teeth.]
Fiddlesticks: Fiddlesticks is just a fable!
Riddle: *Throws in a fire spell at Fiddlesticks*
[It got attacked and severely burned. Fiddlesticks tears open its chest cavity gruesomely.]
Ace: Oh what?!
[As the body falls limp, an orb of dark energy leaves from the chest and flies around the husk of the former shell. It uses more force to drag its puppet away from everyone. Leaving the scene.]
Ruggie: You think it’s over?
Leona: No. It will come back.
Ever since that night, NRC staff members became highly alerted if that monster comes up.
They have to install security all around the school and students were enrolling more on Protection Magic classes.
No worries though, Crowley found somebody who is an expert on demons like Fiddlesticks, oddly enough.
MC/Yuu: I’m MC/Yuu. Hope we can get along.
Grim: *Feels hostile towards them* I don’t think so.
MC/Yuu: I have tuna cans.
Grim: Okay! You’re cool.
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[11:35 p.m.]
Malleus: *Strolling late one night*
[A baby’s cries echo through the forest at the edge of NRC]
Malleus: *Curious and slightly concerned* A baby? *Follows the sound*
[The cries grew louder and a dimly lit lantern can be spotted from afar, swinging in movement.]
Malleus: Why would a baby be abandoned here?
[The lantern shun brighter as Malleus gets closer to the noise. He can spot a basket fit for an infant and the the source of light illuminating the area. As he reaches closer, the illusion shatters. The cries became distorted and Malleus turns to look at the direction to where the sound is coming from.]
Fiddlesticks: *Stands still with its lantern sway left and right*
Malleus: What kind of being are you? *Slowly walks backwards not losing focus on the scarecrow*
Fiddlesticks:
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[7:35 a.m.]
Ace: Did you guys hear what happened?!
Deuce: Ace, it’s too early for your shit.
Ace: The Malleus Draconia was attacked last night!
Jack: Seriously? What could have attacked one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland?
Epel: Could it be that scarecrow monster?
Sebek: I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THAT MONSTROSITY FOR HARMING WAKA-SAMA!!! Human!
MC/Yuu: Sebek, what?
Sebek: Are you or are you not finding a solution to stop this madness?
MC/Yuu: I need more time to find out how to stop this demonic entity.
Jack: You may need to hurry. Everyone is anxious about the monster.
MC/Yuu: I know. I know.
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[During Chapter 5]
Overblot!Vil: I’m the most beautiful of all!
MC/Yuu: *Struggling to breath* This poison…I can’t… *Falls on their knees*
Rook: Mon Trickster!
Epel: MC/Yuu!
MC/Yuu: I can’t hold back.
[MC/Yuu fell unconscious for a moment, their body starts to transform.]
Overblot!Vil: *Startled from watching the transformation* No, it cannot be.
Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: *Contrasts their body to a taller form, revealing they’re the infamous Fiddlesticks* No, it cannot be. *They shrieked out and attacks OB!Vil with their sickle*
[After the battle]
Vil: *Knocked unconscious*
Deuce: *Horrified by his friend* You are…
Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: It’s hard to keep control.
Sebek: Why did you attack Waka-sama back then?!
Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: Control, Sebek. I couldn’t hold on that time. It’s using my body as a vessel. I’m sorry for the mess I created.
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Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: *Standing around in their usual pose*
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Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: Every time. I’ll lose an arm during the hunts someday…
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Floyd: *Trying to squeeze Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu*
Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: *Easily pulls off Floyd from their body and tosses him aside*
Floyd: *Laughing maniacally*
Azul: I told you to stop squeezing them. They’re dangerous.
Floyd: But they’re fun.
Fiddlesticks!MC/Yuu: Only because I’m holding back my primal instincts.
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xdle-coxns · 2 years
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ALT FLAG :
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[ START ID: A flag with 9 stripes colored Black, Dark red, Red, Bone yellow, Black, Bone yellow, Red, Dark red, and Black. The bordering Black stripes and Bone yellow stripes are half the thickness of the other stripes. END ID ]
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MACARSHRIC .
— Macarshric is a neogender that is NOT xenic or xenine . It is the sum of macabre and horror themes which generally means the distress or disturbed feelings that can arise from death and/or violence . Macarshric is it's own gender , but it can also be an umbrella if the user chooses .!
— Themes that fall underneath Macarshric include , but are not limited to : – ] Uncomfortable , distressing , unsettling or disturbed feelings – ] The aspects & qualities of death &/or violence – ] General , existential , &/or unspeakable horror – ] Having the qualities of a grim or ghastly atmosphere – ] Being gruesome or gorey in nature – ] The inevitability of something
— Macarshric can also have different tones , or as I call them , volumes . These volumes include but are currently not limited to : LOUD – ] in your face , bold , echoing , overwhelming STEADY – ] existent , can be avoided , ignorable SOFT – ] subtle , easy to miss , after-effect SILENT – ] appears when you least expect it , hard to spot , aftertaste , hidden , secretive
— Genders that fall underneath Macarshric would be Macarshric-in-Nature , or MACRiN .!! Anything with this quality may be shortened to Macric as well . Other versions of this gender [ ex. Macarfem , Macarandrog , Macarkeno ] will be posted later on in threes .!
— Macabre + Shush . Pronounced [ Mah-car-sh-rick ]
— Decided to revamp it the term .!
— XDLE . FLAGS : 25/08/22 . TERM : 08/06/22 .
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Edit ; added further clarification to the definition of this term . !
[ req'd to be tagged : @bees--on--toast , @teja-the-moss-gremlin , @magitoki ]
The primary flag is underneath the cut , as well as tagged indiv's for boosting purposes [ if you wish to be untagged , let me know .! ]
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ceruleancattail · 10 months
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Stray Cat
Mystery Au
Tw: death, gore
Dark and dreary streets were all you knew.
The gentle trickle of water, droplets crashing into the ground. A sewage pipe, rusted beyond repair. Filthy water drips onto the streets, the stench of ammonia clogging your nostrils.
Your shoes beat against the pavement, trudging through the darkness. A brisk pace, a steady rhythm. Beating in pace with your heart.
Thump,
thump,
thump.
Glancing forward, the alley seemed to stretch on forever. Dingy little doors, hinges coated with the reddish brown of rust. Curtains were yanked over the windows, shrouding its interior in darkness. These flats appear empty, deserted by their occupants.
Yet with every step you take, you could feel their gazes. Glaring at your back, piercing deep into your skin.
The locals weren’t known to be hostile, but you’ve never been one to take that much of a risk. A hand rises to your chest, patting the side of your coat.
Some firm presses into your palm. The sharp, sinister angles of a gun. Tucked away in your holster, bullets loaded.
Ready to fire at any second.
You’ll prefer not to, honestly. There’s already enough death in this country. You didn’t need to bother the reaper any more.
After all, there’s only cold blood on your hands. The blood of victims, too late to save. Their vacant eyes haunt you, even in your sleep. Lurking in the depths of your mind, ghastly hands clawing at you, voices screeching.
Begging you to help them, cold clammy fingers sinking deep into your flesh, tearing you up from the inside out. Countless victims, each with their own gruesome murders. One had his head bashed open, skull fragments littering the streets. Another had her throat slit in the bathroom, stuffed in a trunk and sent overseas. You’ve seen kills of anger, of despair, of passion…
Yet humanity still found ways to surprise you every time. Just how desperate does one have to be to snuff out another’s life?
A purr has you pulled back to reality. Fur nuzzles into your neck, a sharp nip into your skin. Eyes of cerulean blue stare at you, pupils dilated. Your companion, Grim.
You would call him your sidekick, but you’re pretty sure he sees you as the sidekick. Can’t really complain about his attitude, not when his company keeps you sane during the worst of times.
Nudging your chin, he stares forward pointedly. Chuckling, you reach for his head. A good ruffle that has Grim purring from your touch.
“You’re right. Gotta’ keep focused, yeah?”
You stare down the alley, with its shadows twisting and turning, alluring in its mystery. The darkness beckons seductively, pulling you into its depths. It’s rather easy to hide, especially under the cover of night.
The things that go on within the backstreets of Twisted Wonderland…
It’s your job to bring them to light.
Tilting your head, you bump against Grim lightly.
“Well then, I suppose it’s time for us to start work.”
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gwensdiaryy · 4 months
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1st Victim: Stevie
“Overturned Stevie” - Workshop
“Rule #1: Watch your back.”
TW: Blood, Organs, Horror Art
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Stevie was a actor for a children’s show called ‘The Banana Splits’, He used to perform in a studio called ‘Taft Studios’. Well he wasn’t aware that studio would be his grave, nobody really liked Stevie’s character. But did they really disliked him to the point where nobody helped him the night he was murdered?
If you think about it, Stevie didn’t deserve this,
He had feelings to,
How do you feel? Is the feeling of guilt taking over you?
You stand there in terror staring at his cold, lifeless body hanging upside down.
His eyeball gone, a vacant stare,
In crimson pools, blood smeared with care.
A ghastly sight, he dangles high,
Upside down, forever bound to the celling.
Intestines twisted, 'round his waist,
A macabre scene, a wretched embrace.
Creepy details, hauntingly grim,
A tale of horror that makes lights dim.
In silence whispered, this gruesome lore,
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catoscloves · 5 months
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thinking about how coryo and dean highbottom are very distinctive individuals but ultimately did the same thing: condemn innocents to a gruesome and terrible death. and both did so unintentionally.
yes i know that coriolanus went on to become a brutal dictator and killer, and that even in tbosas he started killing people (bobbin, mayfair, etc) with some level of purpose and very intentionally, but considering sejanus's death in particular... coriolanus was obviously not a friend to sejanus at all and didn't value him as a human being/belittled sejanus's kindness and friendship, but all coryo thought would happen when he betrayed sejanus's rebel plot (even if this was extremely misguided and an example of poor judgement) was that sejanus would be whisked away from twelve to get some punishment from his father and no longer annoy coriolanus. for all of coriolanus's faults and his selfish actions, he had no intention or desire to see sejanus hanged.
casca faced a similar conflict when he invented the hunger games out of drunken whimsy. he didn't take the assignment seriously, severely underestimated the cruelty of the capitol's tyranny, and saw the entire thing of proposing children fight each other to the death as a laughing matter. this was just a theoretical concept, entertainment to him, until crassus and gaul made it grim reality and gave him all the credit for this heinous plan of retribution. casca was obviously vehemently opposed to his idea and assumed everyone would see just how ghastly the entire thing was. he assumed it would eventually fade out, and had to self-medicate when he realized it didn't. he had no desire to condemn hundreds of children to a terrible death and was against this idea, but it happened nonetheless, despite casca's intentions.
it's crazy to think about how these two parallel each other. they both had a strained relationship with their "best friend" that had extreme consequences, they both unintentionally (although in snow's case, lack of previous intention only applied to sejanus) contributed to the pain and deaths of others, and severely underestimated the capability for cruelty of the government they lived under.
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morbidology · 11 months
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Susan Wright was born on the 24th of April, 1976, in Houston, Texas. She briefly worked as a topless dancer before finding employment as a restaurant waitress in Galveston. It was here that she met her future husband, Jeff Wright. The couple eventually welcomed two children into their lives.
However, the tranquility of their relationship would soon shatter on the evening of January 13, 2000. What Jeff anticipated to be an ordinary night took a harrowing turn when Susan bound him to their bed. Immobilized and defenseless, he became the victim of a relentless onslaught. 
Susan stabbed him a staggering 193 times, using two different knives. Once the gruesome act was complete, she buried Jeff's lifeless body in their backyard. Ironically, the hole he had previously dug in the patio, intended for a fish pond, served as his final resting place. 
The following day, Susan proceeded to file a domestic abuse report, aiming to obtain a restraining order against her now-deceased husband. Upon returning home, she embarked on an effort to conceal the ghastly crime by painting the entire bedroom. Days later, Susan summoned her attorney, Neal Davis, to her residence and confessed to the murder. 
The grim discovery of Jeff's partially unearthed corpse, with ties fastened around his wrists and red wax adorning his body, added another layer of macabre details to the case. The intensity of Susan's stabbings was so severe that the tip of the blade was found lodged in Jeff's skull.
During the trial, Susan pleaded not guilty by reason of self-defense. Her defense attorney asserted that she had endured years of physical and mental abuse at the hands of her husband, ultimately resorting to killing him in an act of self-preservation for herself and their children. 
Susan claimed that she had not tied Jeff to the bed but had been present in the bedroom when he confronted her with a knife. In a startling display of strength, she alleged that, despite the significant physical disadvantage of being 5'5" compared to Jeff's 6'3" and 220lbs, she managed to overpower him, seize the knife, and deliver over 100 stab wounds. 
The prosecution, however, painted a contrasting picture, portraying Susan as a conniving spouse who orchestrated her husband's demise in pursuit of a $200,000 life insurance policy. Testimony from a friend of Jeff revealed that Susan had berated him over incorrectly filling out the insurance forms, causing delays in the process. 
The prosecution acknowledged that Jeff had his flaws, including struggles with substance abuse, but vehemently denied he was abusive toward Susan or their children. They argued that Susan's allegations of abuse only emerged after she had already taken his life, emphasizing that the domestic abuse report was filed a day after the murder.
In the end, the jury aligned with the prosecution's narrative, rejecting Susan's claims of self-defense. She was subsequently sentenced to 25 years in prison, which was later commuted to 20 years.
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Witcher Monster MAYhem 2023 approaches!
Rules:
Anyone can participate.
Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).
You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete all the prompts.
You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.
Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.
If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content on tumblr during the month of May. You can still use the prompt list after May ends.
Don't worry if you cannot post your creation on the day of the prompt, as long as it's during May, it counts.
To make it easier for you to fill all 31 prompts, here are some special rules:
You can use just one prompt of the day or combine prompts of the same day (but this counts just as one fill) or you can combine prompts of different days. (If you combine, for example, 2. vampire, 4. cruel claws, 8. full moon, this counts as 3 prompt fills.)
For every new work that you have created for the event, you can post one old work of yours that fits a prompt. They count like new works! (Please tag old works with #old)
You may combine a prompt with a fill for another event!
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WitcherMonsterMAYhem 2023 Prompts:
1. Too many toes | myriapod | centipede
2. Fearsome fangs | striga | vampire
3. Wicked wings | dragon | wyvern
4. Cruel claws |  gruesome gashes | scar
5. Nefarious necrophages | ghoul | cemetaur
6. Terrifying tentacles | zeugl | kraken
7. Vicious venom | basilisk | paralysed
8. Haunting howls | werewolf | full moon
9. Something wicked in the water | bubbles | drowner
10. Eery eyes | bloodshot | glowing in the dark
11. Hairy horror | yeti | berserker
12. Searing stings | sharp spikes | puncture wound
13. Shimmering scales | mermaid | mesmerised
14. Scary scratching | nasty noises | reverberating roar
15. Clever camouflage | ambush predator | eyehead
16. Creepy chittering | insectoid | metamorphosis
17. Terrible talons | griffin | chernabog
18. Horrible horns | unicorn | impaled
19. Acid attack | archespore | ants
20. Ghastly ghost | hell hound | nightwraith
21. Ancient abomination | leshen | crones
22. Sexy sirens | succubus | seduction
23. Smelly swamps | kikimore | will-o'-the-wisp
24. Treacherous trap | sand monster | grabbed
25. Menacing maw | swallowed | selkiemore
26. Towering trolls | nasty nekkers | grim giants
27. Duplicitous doppler | despicable doppelgänger | shapeshifting 
28. Rare reptiloid | ferocious fish | absurd amphibian
29. Deadly demon | possessed | diabolic djinn
30. Beautiful bruxa | bloodsucking | black bat
31. Cave creature | barbegazi | knocker
Alternative Prompts (alt.)
If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with any one of these alternatives!
Growl
Run
Breathing fire
Scent of sulfur
Blood-curdling cry
Forked tongue
Hide
Undead
Burrow
Turned to stone
Silver sword
Don't kill it!
I hate monsters
Toss a coin
Monster friend
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myhauntedsalem · 9 months
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Are Werewolfs Real?
During middle ages, especially from 15th to 17th century, Europe was under the dark shadow of ignorance and superstitions. Towns were underdeveloped and people lived near woods. The fear of wolves was like a nightmare. Their attacks were so frequent and atrocious in nature that people even feared to travel from one place to another. Every morning, countryside people would find half-eaten human limbs scattered on their fields.
The first recorded Werewolf sighting took place around the countryside of German town Colongne and Bedburg in 1591. An age-old pamphlet describes those shivering moments vividly. Few people cornered a large wolf and set their dogs upon it. They started to pierce it with sharp sticks and spears. Surprisingly the ferocious wolf did not run away or tried to protect itself, rather it stood up and turned out to be a middle-aged man he was Peter Stubbe from the same village.
Stubbe was put on a torture wheel where he confessed sixteen murders including two pregnant women and thirteen children. The history behind his downfall was rather bizarre. He had started to practice sorcery when he was only 12 and was so obsessed with it that even tried to make a pact with the Devil. Wearing a magic girdle he started to attack his enemies, real or imaginary. After several months, he would take the guise of a wolf and continued with his evil acts with more brutality. In the wolf form he used to tear up victims’ throats and suck warm blood from veins. Gradually his thirst for blood grew and he roamed around fields in search of prey.
The savagery of his crimes was beyond imagination. The trial record motioned few of them. Once two men and a woman were walking along a road that went through the forest Stubbe used to hide in. He called one of them into the forest. When the man did not return for a long time the second one followed his trail and also disappeared into the forest. When both the man didn’t return for a long time the woman ran for her life. Later, two mangled male corpses were recovered from the forest, but the woman’s body never reappeared. It was believed that Stubbe had devoured it all. Young girls playing together or milking the cows in the fields were his frequent victims. He used to chase them like a hound, catch the slowest one, rape and kill her. Then he would drink hot blood and eat tender flesh from her body. However; the most gruesome sin he committed was upon his own son. He took him to a nearby forest, cracked the poor child’s skull open and ate brain from it.
No punishment could match the magnitude of Stubbe’s crime. His flesh was pulled off with red-hot pincer, his arms and legs were broken and he was finally decapitated. His carcass was burned to ashes.
The Magistrate of Bedburg built a grim monument remembering the ghastly incident. Workmen put the torture wheel atop a tall pole with Stubbe’s head above it structured with the likeliness of a wolf. Sixteen pieces of yard long wood cuts were hung from the rim of the wheel commemorating poor souls of the victims. The words of Stubbe’s trial and execution spread across the lands in no time. His brutality, atrocity and savagery were beyond human comprehension and was readily related with the behavior of a wolf. People started to believe that such individuals with the shadow of wolves were living among them. They named them Werewolves.
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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year
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current list of the lexic gendies im working on- feel free to send in lexic requests!
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zeddpool · 2 years
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Another Ghastly, Grim, and Gruesome npc
Suspect portrait #4👻Zahra Attar📘
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bluseum · 1 year
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also why is everyone in the skellington book called [place name] [latin word] [adjective]
Derek very evidently names characters like any good lazy D&D player, random name generators and dictionaries. He doesn't seem to see a problem with
Abyssinia
Adam Brate
Adedayo Akinde
Adrasdos
Adrian Sykes
Adrienna Shade
Ajuoga
Alan
Alan (Boyle Solutions)
Alan Brennan
Alena Metz
Alesha Walsh
Alexander Remit
Alexander Slake
Alice Edgley
Aloysius Vespers
Amalia
Amity
Amity's Wife
Anathem Mire
The Ancients
Anguish
Anna
Annie Brennan
Anton Shudder
Arabella Wicked
Argeddion
Argento
Argus
Armiger Fop
Arthur Dagan
Ashione
Ashley Hubbard
Aspen
Assegai
Category:Assistants
Audoen
Auger Darkly
Aurnia
Auron Tenebrae
Aurora Jane
Category:Australians
Avatar
Avaunt
Axelia Lukt
Axle
Azzedine Smoke
Badstreet
Bagatelle
Baritone
Baron Vengeous
Bartholomew
Basher
Batu
The Beast
Bennet Troth
Benzel Travestine
Bernadette Maguire
Bernard Sult
Bertrand Solus
Beryl Edgley
Billy-Ray Sanguine
Binder Firm
Bison Dragonclaw
Black Annis
Boiler
Brennock
Brides of Blood Tears
Bridget
Brobding
Brock
Bruno
Bubba Moon
Burgundy Dalrymple
The Butcher
Byron Grace
Cadaver Cain
Cadaverous Gant
Caelan
Caisson
Caius Caviler
Cameron Light
Cark
Carol Edgley
Carol Edgley (Reflection)
Cassandra Pharos
Caste
Cathy
Cathy (The Button)
Category:Cats
Cerise
Ceryen
Cerys
Charivari
Charlie Smith
Child of the Faceless
China Sorrows
China's Assistant
China's Grandmother
Chrissy Brennan
Christophe Nocturnal
Civet
Clagge
Clarabelle
Cleaver
Clement Gale
Clerihew Montgomery
Coda Quell
Colleen Stint
Collup
Colm Muldoon
Conor Delaney
Corrival Deuce
Cothernus Ode
Crab
Craddock Sirroco
Crasher
Crepuscular Vies
Creyfon Signate
Crystal Edgley
Cu na Gealaí Duibhe
Dacanay
Daffyd Maybury
Dai Maybury
Daisy
Damocles Creed
Danny
Darian Vector
Darquesse
Dasher
Daveth Maybury
Davina Marr
Davit Maybury
Davon Maybury
Deacon Maybury
Death Monkey
Dedrich Wahrheit
Delafonte Mien
Desmond Edgley
Destrier
Detective Harris
Devoted
Dexter Vex
Dicer
Dima
Dionysus Pertinax
Doctor Whorl
Donegan Bane
Doran Purcell
Dragunov
Dreylan Scarab
Dubhóg Ni Broin
Duenna
The Dullahan
Dusk
Eachan Meritorious
Eamon Campbell
Eamon Pearce
Ed Stynes
Eddie Sullivan
Edgley Tempest
Edwina
Eliza Scorn
Elsie O'Brien
Elwood Satchel
Emmeline Darkly
Emmett Peregrine
Category:End of the World characters
Category:Energy-Throwers
The Engineer
Ephraim Tungsten
Erskine Ravel
Esryn Vanguard
Etta Faulkner
Evoric Cudgel
Faceless Ones
Father Reynolds
Fergus Edgley
Ferrente Rhadaman
Filament Sclavi
Finbar Wrong
Fintan Muldoon
Flaring
Fletcher Renn
Flint
Forby
Frightening Jones
Gall
Gary Price
Gavin Praetor
Ged
Category:Generals
Geoffrey Scrutinous
Gepard
Gepard Voke
Geraint Mizzle
Gerontius
Ghastly Bespoke
Ghastly Bespoke's father
Ghastly Bespoke's mother
Gladys
Glass
Gleeman Shakespeare
Gordon Edgley
Grace Kelly
Gracious O'Callahan
Graft
Gratio Erato
Gregory Castallan
Gregory Day
Greta Dapple
Griff
Grim
The Grotesquery
Gruesome Krav
Habergeon
Hansard Kray
Hapathy
Harmony
Hayley Skirmish
Hidalgo Bolt
Hieronymus Deadfall
Hoc
Hokum Pete
Hollow Men
Hopeless
Horts
The Hound
Hrishi
Hutchinson
Ian Moore
Ieni
Illori Reticent
Imogen
Infected
Isara
Isidora Splendour
Ivy
Jack Irons
Jackie Earl
Jajo Prave
James Hubbard
Jaron Gallow
Jason Randal
Jasper
Jenan Ispolin
Jeremiah Wallow
Jerry Houlihan
Jerry Ordain
Jethro
The Jitter Girls
Johann Starke
Joost
Kaiven
Kallista Pendragon
Kalvin Accord
Karrik
Kase
Kathryn Ether
Keir Tanner
Keith
Kenny Dunne
Kenspeckle Grouse
Keratin
Kes
Kierre of the Unveiled
Kiln
Kimora
Kitana Kellaway
Korb
Kribu
Krull
Kumo
Laken Cross
Lamour
Lapse
Larks
Larrikin
Lenka Bazaar
Levitt
Liam Muldoon
Lightning Dave
Lillian Agog
Lily
Lord Vile
Lorenzo Mult
Lorien
Luciana
Luke Skywalker
Madame Mist
Madcap Fenton
Magenta
Mahala
Maksy
Mandat
Mantis
Martin Flanery
Master
Maverick Reels
Melancholia St Clair
Melissa Edgley
Mellifluous Golding
Memphis
Mercy Charient
Merriwyn Hyphenate-Bash
Metric
Mevolent
Midnight Blue
Militsa Gnosis
Minion One and Minion Two
Mirk
Misery
Miss Nuncio
Moloch
Moribund
Mortal
Morven
Morwenna Crow
Mr Chou
Mr. Bliss
Mr. Fedgewick
Mr. Jib
Mud
Mulct
Murder Rose
Muriel Hubbard
Myosotis Terra
Myra
Myron Stray
Nathanial Quiver
Nefarian Serpine
Nero
Nestor Tarry
Never
Nixion
Nj Maverick
Noche
Noonan
Nye
Oberon Guile
Oblivious
Obloquy
Octa Gregorian Boona
October Klein
Odetta
Ogre
Oisin
Omen Darkly
Operative
Oscar Nightfall
Owen
Palaver Graves
Parthenios Lilt
Pat Hanratty
Patrick Slattery
Patrick Xebec
Paul Lynch
Paulie
Peg Muldoon
Pennant
Persephone Grief
Pete Green
Petrichor
Phil Lynott
Philomena Random
Ping
Portia
To name a few
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mountainvroyce · 9 months
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location: a war camp miles outside of the eyrie, one of the base of operations for the war against the mountain clans
@domericstone
amidst the war camp, a symphony of sounds emerged, each note carrying a familiarity that resonated deep within axell royce's soul. it was a tune of his life, one more in sync with the rough canvas of a battlefield than the polished corridors of vale castles. he was forged by this rhythm, not bred for courtly niceties. the expectations that he would evolve into a docile lord, submissive to trivial chatter, were nothing more than delusions. no, his essence was hewn from the very stone and steel that surrounded them.
yet, the battles to come were not to be waged upon an open field, but within the shadows, shrouded in dirt, deception, and a merciless brutality that mirrored the mountain clans themselves. adaptation was paramount, a dance in the shadows that mirrored his enemies' own steps. there was no room for restraint in this conflict.
mounted upon his horse, axell's gaze sought his brother's approach, relief tugging at his heartstrings as the familiar figure emerged. the wariness of roads trekked lent a subtle tension, a gnawing fear that the journey could have claimed his kin. a hand, large and calloused, extended to rest upon domeric's shoulder, the unspoken gratitude shared between siblings. "dom," his voice carried a blend of camaraderie and urgency, guiding his brother toward their destination. the letter he had dispatched had been vague, a mere plea for swift arrival at the camp.
progressing beyond the camp's hubbub, they ventured toward an abandoned farmhouse that had been repurposed for their clandestine dealings. guards, vigilant figures standing sentry, nodded deferentially as axell approached, acknowledging the privilege his presence granted. "grant lord stone passage whenever required," he issued the order with an authority only a seasoned leader commanded.the ghost of runestone ducked to enter into the house and descended  into the basement, each step drawing them deeper into the heart of the matter.
the once-storage room had transformed into something altogether more harrowing, as if a nightmare had taken tangible form. it was a tableau that seemed extracted from tales of terror or the darkest of dreams. a mountain clan member's lifeless form hung in one corner, a ghastly specter. another was pinned down to a table, body adorned with painful etchings and clothed in but tatters. a grim reality stared back, the fabric of a gruesome narrative.
"meet burton," axell introduced matter-of-factly, his tone belying the horror of the scene before them. "he's one of the right hand men of the leader of the burned men, the ones who is trying to kill me." from his pocket he pulled a flask of some sort of strong liquor, taking a sip. the gesture, almost nonchalant, mirrored his demeanor amidst the macabre scene. "remarkably, he's holding up better than i expected." a splash of the alcohol was directed onto a fresh wound, pain and resolve intertwined within his gaze. "burton possesses information we need—details on their movements, their intentions. any morsel that may aid us." his gaze, intense and unwavering, shifted to domeric. "and you, dom, are the key to extracting it. i have faith in your abilities to get what we require."
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leo-and-me · 8 months
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so somebody wrote a “fashion article” about bad haircuts and used michael j fox from the ‘70s as an “example”….
“These days, you can make this style look pretty good. With the right haircut and the right styling products, the bowl cut can come off pretty sleek and sophisticated.
But in this instance, it looks like an unfortunate accident. We think this guy's mom really did just put a bowl on his head, close her eyes, and hope for the best.”
this is down-bad, vile, diabolical, horrendous, maniacal, horrible, horrifying, awful, terrible, appalling, grim, grisly, ghastly, gruesome, heinous, unspeakable, hair-raising, spine-chilling, monstrous, execrable, abominable, atrocious, sickening, nauseating
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furien · 1 year
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Shapeless and silent, the shadows are haunting me Gruesome and grievous Yes, ghastly and grim
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dllewiswriter · 1 year
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THE GHASTLY SEA OTTER CAPTAIN BY D. L. Lewis
The sea otter captain with ghostly eyes,
Commands his ship with unearthly cries,
His crew of the dead, forever bound,
To haunt the seas, with no safe ground.
On a boat made of rabbit bones,
The captain sails, with sorrowful moans,
The wind howls, and the waves crash,
As the vessel creaks, with a macabre thrash.
The crew, long gone, but their bones remain,
A grim reminder of the captain's pain,
For in his madness, he turned to the dead,
And now he sails, with his grim rabbit bone stead.
The sea otter captain, a cursed soul,
A captain without a crew, without a goal,
He sails the seas, with no end in sight,
On a boat of bones, in eternal night.
The ocean water made of blood and limbs,
A gruesome sight, that no one wins,
The sea otter captain, with his boat of bones,
Sails through the waves, with mournful moans.
The water churns, with a sickening sound,
As the limbs and blood swirl around,
A horrid stench, fills the air,
A scent of death, and a world of despair.
The sea otter captain, he knows the truth,
Of the ocean's curse, and its uncanny proof,
For it was his curse, that caused the sea to boil,
And now he sails, in a world of turmoil.
The ocean water made of blood and limbs,
A cursed fate, that no one wins,
The sea otter captain, forever adrift,
On a boat of bones, with his cursed gift.
Massive Ravens fly in the void,
Their wings outstretched, their eyes burning white, The sea otter captain, he is overjoyed, To see the birds, in their eerie flight.
Their caws echo, in the empty space,
As they circle the boat, with a sinister grace,
Their feathers black, as the darkest night,
Their eyes burning white, with an otherworldly light.
The sea otter captain, he knows their game,
For they are the harbingers, of eternal shame,
And as they fly, with their ominous call,
The captain knows, his fate will soon befall.
The massive Ravens, with eyes burning white,
A sign of death, in a world of fright,
The sea otter captain, he stares ahead,
As the birds circle, and his fate is led.
The depths of the abyss, they call to him,
An endless void, where the light grows dim,
The sea otter captain, he feels the pull,
Of the abyss, and its ominous lull.
The massive Ravens, they lead the way,
As the boat of bones, begins to sway,
The ocean water, made of blood and limbs,
A reminder of the sea's wicked whims.
The sea otter captain, he knows his fate,
As he stares into the abyss, it's too late,
For the depths, they call to him,
And he knows, he can no longer win.
The boat of bones, it begins to sink,
As the Ravens caw, and the captain thinks,
Of all he's lost, and what he's gained,
In a life of death, and a world of pain.
The depths of the abyss, they close in fast,
As the sea otter captain, meets his last,
And the Ravens fly, with a haunting cry,
As the abyss claims, another soul to die.
He's the Devil's captain, a man of sin,
His boat a portal to the depths within,
The Ravens caw, as the abyss roars,
And the captain knows, he's forever lost in its jaws.
He's the Dark Lord's servant, a man of might,
His eyes ablaze with an unholy light,
His boat a vessel of the damned,
As he sails the seas, with his master's command.
The Ravens caw, as the winds howl,
And the captain knows, he's a demon's fowl,
Forever bound, to the Dark Lord's will,
A servant of evil, with no hope to fulfill.
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