#Slime City Massacre

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Slime City Massacre 2010

#slime city massacre #blood #gore #gif #horror #horror gif #horroraddict #horrorfan #horrorjunkie #weird #creepy #dark #strange

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I would love to hear your Seth headcanons

hell yeah

Canon:

ABSOLUTELY not a pro-Mewman-genocide guy, any rumors he is are invented by racist Mewmans who believe the monsters will do the same thing to Mewmans that Mewmans have been doing to monsters if monsters are given the slightest amount of political power.

Is for changing the status quo to give monsters political power. Comet was not; she believed that the queens just had to be nice to monsters. AKA "don't change the system, change the person in charge of the system" neoliberal bullshit.

Toffee is his adopted son, and if I was writing a fifth season/continuation, he would be out for revenge for what Star did to Toffee. We'd have a massive, character-developing realization that Star is really not a good person, and she realizes she murdered someone who had barely done anything wrong, and she would have to live with that. No bs "destroying the magic was the right idea and THAT'S the problem with melting Toffee, not the MELTING part." Because, as I'll talk about soon, the only thing the show expressly tells us re: how we should feel about Toffee is that he was right to destroy magic, but that he was weird and scary and a sociopath, so we shouldn't be mourning HIM and being rightfully skeeved out that Star approached (and is still approaching! she does not grow out of this!) her problems by burning them until they died. (Again, I have evidence that she does not grow out of it. I'll provide it soon.)

Toffee's mother was murdered by proto-Solarian warriors made by Mira, the queen behind the Great Monster Massacre. Seth doesn't know if he had another parent, or even the mother's name. All Seth knows is he fought off a warrior from a monster village, and when he was surveying the damage, he found a lot of dead, including a woman who had clearly died protecting a still-living toddler. No one stepped up to claim the child, so Seth took care of him.

Seth is older than the Mewman occupation. He was a kid when the Mewmans destroyed Septarsis, which kicked off the war. He was a young adult when the Mewmans committed the Great Monster Massacre, killing every monster in sight and locking the regenerating ones in heavily enchanted boxes and throwing them into the darkest depths of Butterfly Castle. He survived uncaptured by not regenerating his injuries, playing dead, and then sneaking off when the Mewmans weren't looking, and since Mewmans weren't sure which monsters could regenerate yet, they ignored him.

Septarsis, and "Mewni" in general, were really diverse places before the Mewmans arrived. Monsters can interbreed with each other, so there weren't rigid categories like "Slime" and "septarian" and so on yet. Those terms were invented by an Old Book queen who wanted to reduce the monsters' power by dividing them. Seth thinks that's bullshit, the only useful dividing line is who has what abilities, of which there are a plethora, not just regeneration. And all monster cultures had a mix of abilities, much like humans.

Toffee gets his smarts from Seth. They worked together on strategy since Toffee was a toddler. (Toffee originally was a kid, so his battle strategies consisted of grabbing the figures representing monster armies on the map and knocking over the Mewman figures while making explosion noises. Seth acted like those were brilliant strategies and he only had a few criticisms. (Star Butterfly never grew out of such strategies.))

Seth taught Toffee Septarian, which is still a closely guarded secret.

Seth wasn't a perfect parent, though. He was never in the same place for long and constantly busy, so Toffee spent a lot of time alone.

Septarsis was a city, where Butterfly Castle is now. It was relatively peaceful, and Seth has nothing but good memories of it, what little he can remember. It is not here now, but Seth wants to reshape Butterfly Castle in its image.

Seth will not compromise his goals, but he does try to be good, and do good things.

My Fanon AU where a lot of things are different (samatfoe):

Note that a lot of this will be either alluded to or stated outright in samatfoe s5, but I might as well tell you now!

Seth became the leader of the Beacon of Hope at fifty, which was impressively young. Sílthéy (their Glossaryck) thought he had promise, but wasn't the final arbitrator of that. No, the reason the Septarsis Council put him in charge of a Beacon (basically a town) was his unflinching devotion to peace and solving things without violence.

It was clear, three years later, with Septarsis becoming a smoking crater with only one survivor, that his devotion would be tested.

Seth did not join the fight. He lead his people through rebuilding and defense, but never actually picked up a weapon himself. He tried his best to negotiate with the Butterflys, but eventually let Toffee, who had been chosen as Sílthéy's sword and magic, have free reign of dealing with them. Not even Seth could undo what they had done to themselves.

Toffee, for their (nonbinary) part, learned from Seth the art of negotiating and solving things non-violently, if possible. They never claimed Seth (or anyone) as their parent, as their parents had died with Old Septarsis, but Seth did raise them, when he had the time. Now, the Butterflys rarely allowed Toffee to negotiate, instead leaping right to trying to kill them, but they did at least try every time.

Seth became the de-facto leader of Septarsis to Mewmans. As his notoriety among them rose, so did the attempts on his life. He continued showing up to negotiations for a while, but as the centuries wore on and he started getting older, Toffee took on more and more of his duties, sometimes pretending via illusions to be him.

Seth actually didn't mind Crescenta as a Mewman queen. Sure she was slippery, and underhanded, and a terrible person, but at least she tried to pretend to not solve everything with violence. He didn't like her, but at least she allowed him to negotiate. And then it was revealed that she'd secretly been casting a deadly magical plague on political opponents that had only avoided him because of diligent effort by Toffee, and he was less appreciative.

Toffee assassinated Crescenta via a version of her own plague spell, modified so that it wouldn't spread. Sadly, due to Glossaryck's Prophecy, they couldn't end the Mewman line right then, but at least Rhina the Riddled was much less prone to... experimentation.

Not long after this, Seth died, with many things unfinished. But he'd lived a long life, and became a ghost with the desire to end Mewni's colonization as his unfinished business.

Toffee still uses his likeness when appearing to things as themself would be too inconvenient. It's what Seth (and Seth's ghost) would've wanted.

#queue queue #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe rewrite #samatfoe #my posts

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

A Bungo Stray Dogs Fan-Fiction

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When Yokohama is threatened by a madman, Harper teams up with Dazai to infiltrate enemy headquarters. A dangerous mission made even harder, considering their past history.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Spoilers for “Dead Apple” Movie

‘You’ve really gotten yourself in deep this time, Harper.’

She pulled the dress over her head, the white fabric gliding over her skin as she pulled it down her waist and over her hips.

‘Nothing has changed. You still come running when he calls.’

Sitting on the side of the bed, she slid a pair of white heels on and buckled them over her ankles.

‘He doesn’t have feelings for you anymore. Why can’t you move on, too?’

She moved to stand in front of the mirror. Fussing with the unnatural curls in her dark hair, applying another layer of nude lipstick, it was all she could do to try and ignore her inner voice of reason.

It didn’t work.

Harper stared hard at her reflection. She didn’t recognize the woman looking back at her, couldn’t find herself beneath the glitz and the glam. Maybe that was a good thing; maybe she would be able to get through the upcoming events without guilt eating at her.

She was betraying the agency.

She was not betraying the agency. Not really. She was just doing what was necessary to protect Yokohama from the incoming disaster about to strike the city.

At least she wouldn’t be alone.

Maybe it would be better if she was alone on this.

A knock on the door had the hairs on the back of her neck standing. She turned to stare at the handle, waiting on bated breath to see if it would turn, if whatever slime ball on the other side would take it upon themselves to enter without permission.

“Harper, it’s me.” Came a muffled voice from outside.

Not a slime ball.

Shoulders relaxing, albeit just a bit, she made her way over. The heels of her shoes clicked against the floor, earrings moving a little with each step. The gold jewelry was shaped into a small symbol that resembled the ribbon that represented cancer, but the loop was pointed instead of rounded.

It was the symbol of the group she was infiltrating, and even though this was an undercover mission, she still felt like the mark was a brand.

She opened the door and lost the air in her lungs. Her partner in crime for the next several hours, Osamu Dazai, had also changed into white. White pants, a white vest over the black shirt of his suit, a caramel tie snug around the collar, and a long white coat draped over his shoulders. One side of his thick, messy hair was tucked behind his ear, and though it was a simple style, it made feeling stir in her chest.

“Woooooow.” Dazai drawled, glancing her over. “So you can dress like a woman.”

“Fuck. You.”

He flashed a carefree grin, but schooled his expression quickly. “Ready?”

No, she wasn’t. Not by a long shot. Was anyone ever ready to play the role of their ex-turned-friend’s plaything to undermine a plan to massacre an entire city?

But it was too late to turn back now, not without raising suspicions on Dazai. So, after taking a moment to find a calm, emotionless space inside herself, Harper slipped her hand around his arm and rested her palm in the crook of his elbow. Then he was leading her down the hallway, massive in both height, width and length.

Dazai leaned closer to her ear as they walked, the clicking of her heels helping to muffle his whisper. “Do you remember our cues?”

Harper nodded, and to demonstrate, squeezed his arm twice. Responding in his own hidden language, Dazai placed his hand over hers and played with the ring on her middle finger.

The cues had different meanings. The squeezes meant that the acting was going too far and the other person was uncomfortable. Toying with Harper’s ring meant that Dazai was planning a distraction, and that she needed to be ready to play along.

“I won’t need you to do anything crazy.” Dazai had said when he approached her with this request. “I just need you to help sell my character. Leave the heavy conversation to me.”

At least she wouldn’t have to worry about blowing the entire mission with an accidental slip up. Sitting still and looking pretty wasn’t her favourite thing to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Mukurotoride was a grand enough tower, but the fact it was abandoned made it feel even larger. The room Harper had used to change was in good condition; it looked recently cleaned, for that matter. Both surprising and unsurprising, given the man they’ve come to stop has been hiding out here.

The room at the very top of the tower had been restored, at least partially. The floor looked like it was made of stained glass, an elegant table with three matches surrounding it placed in the centre. A bowl of apples was placed on the table, a skull placed in the middle of the pile with enough care to make Harper queasy.

Deep down, she knew that skull was real. Considering who they were dealing with, it had to be. It made her feel better to pretend it wasn’t.

“Looks like we arrived early.” Dazai said, his demeanour serious and smug. “What do you think, beautiful?”

“I think someone doesn’t know how to count.” She replied sharply, slipping into a new skin as she eyed the chairs.

Dazai chuckled against her ear, the sound making goosebumps rise on her arms. Luckily, the long sleeves of her dress hid that from him. “There’s no need for a fourth chair. Have you forgotten where your place is?”

Harper clamped her teeth down on the inside of her cheek to keep an unwelcome sound from escaping. She knew that even though the others weren’t around, they still had to act the part. It was likely there was come kind of surveillance on them.

But still.

Harper didn’t reply to his comment. Didn’t look at him, either. Instead, she let go of his arm and crossed the room to a large window that ran from floor to ceiling. Because of how high the tower went, she could see the rest of the city below and the fog that suffocated it.

Harper fought the urge to cross her arms, to squeeze her hands into fists, to show any sign of rage. Her friends and co-workers were out there, fighting against their own abilities. Was anyone hurt? Had they found each other in the chaos? Was Ranpo, Naomi, and the other ungifted members of the team alright? She hated not knowing.

A warmth was suddenly at her back, a familiar presence to recall her mind to the task at hand. She could worry about the others, but she couldn’t let it consume her. Blowing this mission would cost everyone dearly.

Harper knew what to expect when she agreed to this plan. She discussed boundaries with Dazai and how far she was willing to go to convince the mastermind this was real.

She still wasn’t prepared for the feelings that arose when he guided all of her hair to fall over one shoulder.

She definitely wasn’t prepared to feel her skin tingle when his lips touched her neck, just beneath her left ear.

The small sigh that escaped her wasn’t an act, neither was the sudden heaviness to her eyes or the subtle tilt of her head. Dazai’s kiss was featherlight, a tease, and he did it again right below the first one. Another just below the second. And another below the third. The view of the outside world suddenly disappeared, and all Harper could find herself focusing on was their reflection in the glass.

Something in the pit of her stomach jumped as she watched him work his way down her bare shoulder. Maybe picking a halter dress with sleeves that started so low on her shoulders was a bad idea.

“Oh, don’t be like that~” Dazai teased, and she hoped he didn’t noticed the way her thighs squeezed together. “Once this is over, we’ll have some fun.”

Harper’s heart leapt into her throat, and it proved to be difficult to swallow. It took all of her practice with undercover work to keep her voice from shaking. “Like what?”

Placing his hands on her hips, he started to turn her. The next words he spoke were in such a low whisper, Harper nearly missed them. “I’m going to kiss you.”

A heads up. A warning. A chance for her to tell him no.

What came out of her mouth was the opposite. “Then make it believable.”

Her back hit the glass and Dazai descended, delivering exactly what he promised. Harper’s knees wobbled and his arm quickly wrapped around her waist, holding her upright while moving in harmony with her lips as if there wasn’t a four year gap between this kiss and their last one. A whimper escaped her, hands grabbing a fistful of his coat in an attempt to ground herself. Naturally, the passage of time made her forget what his kisses felt like. What he tasted like.

Until now. She remembered it very clearly now.

She wondered if…

Finding a bold spark within herself, Harper slid a hand up his chest, up the back of his neck, and plunged her fingers into his soft, messy hair. Then, ever so gently, she pulled at the roots.

Dazai grunted and snapped his hips forward, chest flush against hers as he pinned her against the glass. Though Harper predicted that reaction, suddenly feeling his body pressed up against hers made her gasp. He took advantage of the opening to push his tongue into her mouth, nudging hers aside so he could place something small beneath it. The foreign object was an unpleasant surprise, one Harper reflexively tried to squirm away from.

Finally breaking the kiss, Dazai smirked down at her. Was it just the lighting, or did his eyes look like they were glazed over? “Don’t get so eager, sweet girl. Save that for later.”

She quickly realized he wasn’t referring to what was going on inside her head, but rather the pill he had slipped her. At least, that’s what Harper assumed it was by the feel. Small and long, yet smooth. It would be tricky to speak while hiding it but not impossible.

The doors swung open just then, a man with long, white hair striding into the room. His red eyes darted right to them, lips curling up as he snickered. “My apologies. Have I kept you waiting?”

“Not at all.” Dazai said, easing Harper off the window. Arm still wrapped around her waist, he pulled her forward until she bumped into his chest. “I had something to keep me from getting bored.”

Dazai didn’t have fire powers, but Harper could have sworn his hand on her hip was burning. She suddenly remembered there was a role she had to play, so she forced the very recent activity out of her mind and started fiddling with his tie, adjusting his collar, whatever kept her hands busy and gave the impression that the only thing she cared about was him.

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa became expressionless. No, not just expressionless… empty. “I cannot blame you for finding entertainment in a woman. The sight beyond these windows is boring, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You think so?” Dazai asked, sounding expressionless as he glanced out the massive window to the city below.

“Yes, incredibly. It’s just a white sea of nothingness. A formless, uninspired world.” He paused briefly. “Tonight, all of Yokohama’s special abilities will become mine. No one whose intellect should surpass my own or defies my expectations shall emerge. What a boring existence.”

Harper clamped her teeth down on the inside of her cheek to keep from spitting fire at this man.

As if sensing this, Dazai squeezed her hip, a reminder to keep calm. “You know, there was a time when I felt the same way as you.”

“How did you overcome it?” Shibusawa asked, and if he wasn’t so monotone, Harper would have thought he to be genuinely curious.

The corner of Dazai’s lips curled up. “Instead of trying to explain, why don’t I just show you?”

Releasing his hold on her, Dazai approached the table and pushed the nearest chair back. He sunk into it, leaned back against the velvet blue cushion covering the back of the chair, and motioned Harper over with a curl of his fingers.

It took more effort than she wanted to admit to ignore the sudden pulse in the pit of her stomach that caused.

When she got close, Dazai wrapped an arm around her hips and guided her to sit sideways on his lap. For someone with a leaner build, his thighs felt firm beneath her, torso solid as she leaned her weight into him. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Harper kept them in her lap, and tried not to squirm when the tips of his fingers ghosted over the bare skin of her thigh beneath the table. His hand paused, and when she didn’t use the signal, he started tracing light circles and patterns on her skin.

Somehow Harper managed to relax into it.

Partially.

Dazai’s cool as a cucumber facade left her without the slightest clue of what he was thinking about the contact. “See? You can’t read me, can you? You don’t know what my true intentions are. Am I really here to help you with your plan? Or am I using you for my own benefit?”

Shibusawa’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, so slightly it was barely a change at all. “You’re not as mysterious as you think, Dazai.”

“You really do need salvation, don’t you?”

“And exactly who do you propose could save me?”

“Who knows? An angel, perhaps?” The hand that wasn’t on Harper’s thigh lifted to her hair, his long, slender index finger twirling a dark lock around it. “Though, the only angel I know of is sitting right here, and I don’t share. Try your luck with a demon perhaps?”

A third voice with a thick accent jumped into the mix. “If you ask me, both of you are terrible liars.” The man approaching the table, like the other two, was dressed head to toe in white. Locks of black hair stuck out from beneath the warm-looking hat he was wearing. “Your real intentions are quite obvious. If this were a play, you would have already lost your audience.”

Shibusawa made Harper’s skin prickle, but this man… something about him made her soul freeze over. His smile was friendly enough, but if someone like Dazai could become someone so scary despite his sweet side, she wasn’t naive enough to believe the opposite wasn’t possible.

Shinusawa huffed something that resembled a laugh. “The demon Fyodor arrives. As my collaborator, I’m going to have you dance as well.”

“Your collaborator?” Dazai asked, adjusting his position a little. “You should rethink your relationship since he’ll probably betray you.”

Harper’s focus suddenly honed in on the hand on her thigh. Dazai broke his pattern of drawing random shapes, and now, he seemed to be writing letters on her skin.

S-L-E-E-P-Y

Did he want her to act tired? A doable enough request, but Harper knew better than to spring such a reaction out of the blue. She’d have to build it up slowly, and she started by letting her head fall to rest against Dazai’s shoulder.

“I would agree wholeheartedly with that.” Fyodor said, dropping into the chair on the ‘couples’ left.

Shibusawa finally sat in the chair on the right. “This far, no one has been able to pass my expectations. Yet hope springs eternal.”

“You know, I feel a little sorry for the unfortunate gifted that reside in this city. No matter which of us three prevails in the end, their fate remains the same.” Fyodor opened his eyes, revealing magenta iris that looked more dangerous than pretty.

Harper had worked her way up to mimicking tired eyes at this point. She felt Dazai fiddle with the ring on her finger, warning that he was about to change things up.

Finally breaking his attention from the men, Dazai looked at Harper and flashed a cocky grin. “What’s this? Tired already, sweet girl?”

Nodding, she lifted a hand to play with his tie. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

He chuckled, a sweet and sinister smile pulling at his lips. “Have I? I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you then.”

Shibusawa waved a hand. “Please, go get some rest. We will continue this later.”

Dazai patted her thigh. “Up.”

By some miracle, Harper’s knees didn’t wobble when she stood. Like the good little mistress she was pretending to be, she waited for Dazai to get to his feet and guide her back the way they came. Neither said a word until they were back inside the room she had gotten changed in.

Breathing a small sigh of relief, Harper turned to her partner. “So, what now-”

Dazai was on her suddenly, keeping her close by the hips while sealing her lips with his. Caught completely off guard, she gasped and grabbed onto lapels of coat, struck still like a deer in headlights.

She didn’t know what to do. Was this all part of the act or not?

“Camera.” He mumbled between kisses, hastily backing her towards the vanity.

Camera? Harper had throughly, and subtly, investigated the room when she first entered it. As an ex spy for the Port Mafia and now a detective of the Armed Detective Agency, Harper was experienced enough to find even the most well hidden if cameras. She was certain there wasn’t one earlier.

Which means someone planted one after they left for the meeting room. If not for Dazai, she could have just blown the entire operation.

A stupid mistake to assume the room wouldn’t be bugged later. She knew better.

Just as her lower back hit the edge of the vanity, Dazai swept his arm across it and knocked everything onto the floor. Something crunched beneath his heel, and then Harper was free.

She panted for air, gripping the edge vanity’s edge for the support her knees were lacking at the moment. “That wasn’t there earlier.”

“I believe you. Your skills have only gotten sharper since… Well, you know.” He smiled, though it wasn’t genuine. It was strained, and, if she didn’t know any better, pained.

Dazai was a master of fooling others. He fooled her on several occasions, but there are times when Harper saw through his act. She never mentioned it, though. What could she possibly say to lift his mood? She was the one who chose to flee the Port Mafia first.

She was the one who chose to leave him.

So, Harper did what she does best when it came to talking about the past: change the subject. “What’s the pill for?”

“Oh, that.” He perked up into the energetic Dazai she’s known for the past year. “That’s just in case you start falling madly in love with me.”

Harper’s heart thumped against her ribs. She knew he wasn’t serious, and that was a problem. She wanted him to be serious about this, to honestly tell her that someone, somewhere, had invented a pill to redirect the heart.

Because ever since she joined the agency, she’s been falling in love with him all over again.

#x oc #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs dazai

[tenaflyviper]

PLEASE do you have any more melt horror movie titles that are unpopular... I need them

I plan to watch Slime City tonight which I found thanks to you and I'm such a sucker for these types of movies too ough . I'm so glad movies like The Blob or The Society aren't the only ones of their kind with this type of body horror

I dug around to see if I could find a few more titles, but it seems to be a very niche subgenre. I did find a couple of lists, though some films are included because of just one scene, so I personally wouldn't call those "melt movies" (such as Who Framed Roger Rabbit, for example).

IMDB List

IMDB List #2

Letterboxd List

Rue Morgue video about melt movies

I don't know if movies like Thanatomorphose (2012) qualify, 'cuz that's basically just rotting--not really melting.

I also dug into my YouTube playlist to find a couple of the films to watch there:

Street Trash

Slime City

Slime City Massacre

Body Melt

The Incredible Melting Man

Here's the whole Body Horror playlist.

I hope this helps! Also, check Tubi TV--it's free to sign up, and they might have some of these, too!

#melt movies #horror

[boycritter]

TELL ME ABOUT HARLEY POE!!!

OKAY OKAY !!!!

so theyre a horror folk punk band from kokomo indiana which idk why so many folk punk bands are from indiana. ghost mice is from bloomington. the lead singer of the mountain goats is also from bloomington. anyway

the members of harley poe are joe whitford (lead singer + harmonica), chad serhal (bass), and chris thomas (drums + various percussion).

they actually formed in 1997 under the name of calibretto 13 (later just calibretto) as a christian band, along with a guy named aaron richardson, then disbanded in 2004 and formed again as harley poe.

(from their bandcamp). "It’s not enough to say Harley Poe write songs about monsters. Harley Poe sing about being monsters. In the band’s world, the vampires, werewolves, serial killers, and cannibals take center stage."

their most popular album is 'satan, sex, and no regrets', which was released in 2012. of their 10 most listened to songs on spotify, 5 of them are from this album. (transvestites can be cannibals too, the hearse song, ouija, ima killer, and everybody knows my name).

their latest album is 'horrorful', which is based off some of joe's favorite horror movies (fade to black and hell night, ticks, the mansion of madness, alone in the dark, hollowman, the invisible man - legacy collection, slime city, slime city massacre, and society)

and you can definitely see this in the track list of the album !!! the songs on the album are society, welcome to slime city, the pit, hollow man, alone in the dark mansion of madness, monsters, ticks, fade to black, and bad guys' christmas (a bonus song not inspired by any of those movies)

they also have a tendency to put the same songs on multiple albums which you can see on this spreadsheet that i made

um ya ^_^

#oscars asks

[viewingpleasure2024]

Slime City Massacre (2010)

[markredfield]

Congratulations Debbie Rochon!

on recieving the Lifetime Achievement Award at the 2023 Colorado Festival of Horror!

Debbie is the voice of Detective Terri Todd in the Monsterama audio drama FRANKENSTEIN MOBSTER !

Debbie Rochon’s stellar career in film and entertainment ♥️

#debbie rochon #horror film #actress #audio drama #awards #voiceactor

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Slime City Massacre (2010)

#Debbie Rochon #Cult Legend #Slime City Massacre #Gregory Lamberson #10s #2010s #horror #Horror Movies #horror film #Sci-Fi #splatter #cult film #cult cinema #cult movie #gif #gifs #my gif #my gifs #Greg Lamberson #Himalayan Yogurt #Zachary Devon's Home Brewed Elixir

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#slime city massacre

[bigwordsiknowbyheart]

Big Words I Know By Heart Episode 47: ‘Maquette’

Big Words I Know By Heart Episode 47: ‘Maquette’

It’s better to have too many questions and not get to all of them than not enough and too much time left on the show clock.  That’s exactly what happened with this episode.  During show prep, I usually don’t feel ‘comfortable’ going into the studio until I have roughly three pages of questions in a 14 point font including the intro paragraph and the outro plug (which, by the way, I haven’t used…

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#big words i know by heart #Big Words Video #buffalo #comedy #Dick Johnson & Tommy Gun Vs. Cannibal Cop #dry bones #ed honeck #films #frank pusateri #greg lamberson #JFR Productions #John Renna #johnny gruesome #mayor of slime city #michael o&039;hear #movies #practical effects #slime city massacre #snow shark #special effects #webisodes #youtube

[takalzuoom]

Brrr

Okay so. I hate writing this kind of angst but like.

cw: sagau, yandere themes, klee gets threatened 🧍🏻🔪

You’re in the world with the imposter activity acting as god.

They had put a bounty on your head and sent droves of ruthless killers to Take. You. Out.

In the name of the creator of course!

But you hadn’t even met them- that was the problem. You had never once descended from the mountain you awoke upon and never once left the familiarity of the cave you and albedo were residing in. Sometimes Klee when she wanted a sleepover.

Albedo had told you that he had told sucrose and Thomas to not come up the mountain. No matter what. That he would be doing an independent study and encouraged them to do their own. Meeting up in mondstat after a few months pass so they can all have a little book club about what they did.

And yet. The days were sticking together as you were blissfully with the alchemist, asking him more about this world and what ever happened to khaenreha’i, learning to paint by his hand. Even playing ‘ catch-a-bomb’ with Klee.

( it was party bomb so it was safe- Albedo had made sure of that)

Though of course, the said girl was sworn to secrecy the moment she had entered the cave. Her big brother albedo telling her that the you down there wasn't actually you. But the real imposter.

And of course she believed him. Her big brother Albedo never lies and he always encourages her not to as well. So instead of having her lie, she simply never mentioned you. Just telling the knights that she went to play with her big brother albedo and help keep company.

She did, although say ‘ mentally keep the real creator company’ as she just couldn't help herself. But she wouldn’t just visit twice a week. Oh no no no.

She would visit every. Single. Day. Dusk to dawn as a different slime would wait for. Her by the gates of mondstat. Just staring at the guards as Klee bounded towards. No one would think twice about it, really. Klee being a free spirited girl who loved massacring the fishes in the lake. Who always ran off to hand out with her big brother.

Who always used to stay with you, inside the city of mondstat…

The fake you noticed this. That the girl had almost stopped being clingy as she rathered spending days up in dragonspine than with you, showing off each new bomb she made and dodoco. Who would just beg for you to come fish last star lake with her- you both always getting caught by someone as they noticed your absence.

And yet- not even once in the past full month had she come bounding into your room, hurrying you to get ready so you could leave before Jean wakes up. Or even join you for dinner. The latter saying that she was full with yummy cooking she had up in dragonspine as you skipped along to jean.

Though your worshippers couldn't be happier as you had more time to spend with them. You could keep Jean company as she did paper work, talk leisurely with Lisa, and even flirt with kaeya. Lingering glances never going unnoticed as you walked past each other.

Over and all. You were bored. Well. The fake you was. As the real you in dragonspine was having a vacation of sorts.

Being able to build snowmen by his cave with Klee as the howling winds of the mountain grew to gentle gusts as your presence itself had cured the mountain of its hostility. The snow not as harsh and winds not as murderous as you always had fresh, delicious food and a hilichurl companion. (You had begged albedo not to kill and experiment on)

The hilicurl, you had named mischievous, was now a model! Posing for each painting albedo did. Like a French woman as you put a fruit assortment around him with little giggles.

You would occasionally have painting competitions with the chemist. Always failing as he had drawn the ‘churl down to a tee. Even getting the halo around his head as he had a stingy costume on. He had dressed as you (your idea)

And you were recovering bit by bit. Mentally, and physically from the… monstrosities that had happened to you outside of dragonspine.

Someone would think you spat at their god with the way you were hunted- wait you did.

You had spat on your own shoe as the knights of favonious held you up. You had claimed them to be (and i quote) ‘ some stank ass doppelgänger who had nothing to do better in their life than to play dress up as you. ‘ adding to tell them to get a life as people gasped in horror and disgust.

The glint in the other’s eyes almost maleficent as you were dragged away. You couldn't even recall how you got away. Really- you couldn’t.

But you ran like hell as you were chased out. You only knew one place to go- and judging by the way the mitachurl’s were reacting to you. The big scary snow monster that you could never beat, would obviously cradle you like a baby.

But no, you had found your way in the dragon's heart. The warmth there was the only thing comforting as you had sobbed your eyes out. Confusion and anger flickering in your eyes as you felt like you weren’t you.

That you were the imposter and didn't belong. That you ruined their happy life as you decided it would be a good idea to prance down into mondstat.

You were found by the traveler and paimon. You yourself, border on unconsciousness as you had begged them not to tell the knights- to just kill you so you could just go home. But the traveler gave you o such release as they had a ridiculously long monologue with paimon.

Before you were picked up bridal style, Celeste itself dripping from your wounds as you couldn’t fight them anymore. The sounds of voices drowning out as you fell into a deep, deep sleep.

You had awoken to the traveler and albedo talking. The fire roared next to you as your body had felt like a thousand pounds. You remember your pained groan as you stopped the room.

The first thing you heard from albedo almost made you want to die.

“Your majesty, you're awake”

He knelt beside you, taking your hand securely as you tried to fight it. Trying to pull your hand from his. His pleas for youto not open your wounds went on deaf ears as you squirmed on the cot you were on. Paimon and the traveler had tried to help him sedate you-

But the blurred blobs that inched closer only threw you more into a sluggish panic. Adrenaline kicked in as your movements grew more violent. Familiar black liquid dripping from your bandages as you heard a faint voice calling before you went limp again…

And here you are now! Living life in a frozen tundra!

Oddly enough, albedo had told him that the star lake had flooded when you were out, hence why sucrose immediately came to him. To warn him about you and to as well help them in some way.

He didnt of course, telling her that he couldn't control the weather, and that the gates should be closed by now and no longer have any water entering the city. She noticed you.

“Master Albedo…”

“Yes? What is it?”

“Who is that in your bed?”

“My lover. Now please leave. I would rather they not wake up with another woman here after the night we had last night.”

“O oh… of course! Also the creator wishes to see you, says she would to have lunch and misses your company-“

“Tell them that I’m unable to as I’m about to come to a breakthrough. Goodbye. Be safe.” He kicked her out as he went back to tending you.

You’ve lived in bliss ever since. Except for the occasional panic attacks and times you’d wake up from choking albedo… other than that- you were fi

“Albedo! Albedo! Someone is following me up the mountain! They were sneaky and couldn’t hide- but I heard them when they fell into some ice!”

You looked at Albedo in horror. His blue eyes widening from the sudden call of his name. The howling blizzards of dragonspine paling in comparison to the chill that racked up your spine as you recognized the owner of its voice.

It was the dandelion knight. Jean.

“Sir Albedo! It’s me,Jean!! I’m here with Eula and Kaeya!” She called out, voice growing closer as you scrambled to hide.

“We are here to check up on Klee and yourself.Sucrose had stated you were doing an independent study and you haven’t come down in weeks- the divine one grows worried as they miss you and Klee. And for that I will have my vengeance!” Eula called out.

You had hidden yourself in a chest he had laying around, telling mischievous to play dead on his table.

“My oh my. We can just tell that you're a busy bee. Been working hard Albedo? Klee?” Kaeya mused, walking to the table as he ran his gloved fingers against the hilichurl’s fur.

“Yes. I have.”

“Yep!” You felt a light weight on the chest as you realized she had sat on you- and was now kicking the side of it. Chirping away at the knights about her and mischievous’ play time.

That wasn't a lie. The hilichurl turned babysitter was always wandering around dragonspine with her when her restlessness got the best of her. Or when Albedo needed to get things down.

“The dead hilichurl? Klee darling, why would you ever play with that when you have me?”

You stiffened in the chest as you heard a voice purr. your voice purr.

Albedo’s blood ran cold as you stood in front of him, dressed to the tee in pure white robes, beige fur of innocent creatures kept you warm as a coy smile met your frostbitten face.

“My, it's sure cold up here. Especially today as I think this has to be one of the worst blizzards I’ve seen.” You stepped inside, making your way to the alchemist as you gave him an expecting leer.

“Albedo” Eula warned as he got to one knee. You laughed- actually laughed as you patted his head. Mumbling something about getting up.

“Tell me Albedo, how is your progress so far? hm? i’m curious about that break through Sucrose had relayed to me. Tell me” you stoop a few feet behind him.

crouching down careful to not wet your garnets. the warmth of your breath tickled the hairs on his neck as he kept his eyes trained to kaeya. you whispered slowly, making sure he heard everyone drop of venom you had to offer.

“what exactly are you working on?”

But he couldn’t answer, as Klee had interjected.

“There’s a freezing blizzard up here today because you’re here! When Klee went up the mountain with Mr.Hilichurl, it was barely snowing at all! It didn't even look like anything!”

“…what are you presuming Klee?” you stood up tall, gliding slowly to her as you gestured to your surroundings.

“That Teyvat. My own creation does not like me?” You challenged, stepping forwards towards the child.

If Albedo was human, he would be sweating bullets, fidgeting nervously as he shot up from his position. Hesitantly saying you have the wrong idea.

But he's not. He’s Albedo.

“Not at all. She simply means to state that when you see something you love, you tend to be more violent towards it. So she implies that tevyat loves you so much that the winds picked up in greetings”

He looked up from the ground to meet your eye. Where a sly smirk made its way to your face as you made your way over to Klee.

Patting ear her hat as you shivered from the cold. “Oh Klee, you’re such a sweetheart’ You moaned out as you put your hands on his tiny thighs. Pouting as you made a puppy face.

“I miss when you played with me. When you treated me as normal and we were the best of friends. Tell me Klee, is mischievous getting in the way of our friendship?”

Shaking her head no as she simply stated she wanted to spend more time up the mountain with Albedo and the fun person here.

“Fun person? Who mischievous?”

“Uh huh! Like Klee said before- Klee and Mr.hilichurl have loads of fun! Like Klee loves dressing him up as master jean!”

“W what? Klee-“ you stopped her with a hand.

“Ehh? Do you now? Do you mind if i come up to dragonspine to play with you and mischievous? We could have loads of fun and fish blast together! Hmm? How would you liked that?” You smiled, once again moving your hand to her.

But Klee suddenly felt nauseous . Like a tidal wave swept over her body and threw her around.

“Klee isn’t so sure… Klee feels funny” You hopped off the chair, ears downcast as she wobbled into Albedo.

Albedo quickly brought his face to her hand. Pulling away with a concerned look as he looked up to you.

“I’m afraid Klee has a burning fever. 102.1 to be exact. I’m afraid you’ll have to go as I would rather quite my work than get sick because of Klee.”

“He’s right, your grace. We should leave before nightfall as well, as that’s when the monsters are to attacked.”

“And like Albedo says about he violent love, that would explain why you were so prone to them and had unfortunate luck”

He kept his outs shut as you whined. Kaeya gave one last glance to Albedo as he guided you out. Eula and Jean followed as Jean told Klee to hurry home with them so she can speak to her about… well the whole dress up thing.

Albedo picked Klee up, her breathing growing heavier. Adjusting her to a koala hold, he waited a few minutes before he told you to come out.

Groaning, you cracked your back as you complained about how small the chest was and how it needed some pillows and a neck warmer. And especially about why your doppelgänger such a bitch-

“I knew it”

You stopped your rants as you stiffened. Recognizing the voice that sliced through both your wrist and soul. Turning around slowly, your mouth went dry as you heard the footsteps coming closer.

You gasped, meeting face to face as Albedo hesitantly walked to you.

“Hello there, your majesty “

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[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt. 3

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE Previously on A Little Voice Told Me...

The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. Any anger or tension that the boys previously had was instantly replaced with worry about your well-being.

Asmodeus was the first to reach you. He quickly pulled you against him and held you as tightly as he could. "Easy now, dear. It's okay," he glanced up to look at his brother anxiously standing around the two of you, itching to comfort you but unsure as to what they should do. You trembled in Asmo's arms and fisted his shirt in your hands, no doubt wrinkling the expensive fabric. "They were right, were-weren't they?" you pulled away just enough to look up at Asmo. The poor man nearly choked on the remorse that filled him at the sight of your tear-filled eyes pooling with sadness, despair, and, most disturbingly, acceptance. "Y-You guys are breaking up with me? You-You finally realized you could d-do better than a-a-a-" you tried to continue but became too overwhelmed with emotion as you began sobbing once more. Satan rushed forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. "MC, hold on. We're not breaking up with you." You hiccupped as the others began to crowd around you. "B-But Asmo said you guys wanted to talk and I-I thought that maybe th-those other demons were right and y-you guys didn't want me anymore." With those words alone, you had shattered the hearts of every person in that room. In seconds, you found yourself in the middle of a group hug.

No one said anything. They simply wrapped you up in their arms and supported you as wept. Although they had been seconds away from tearing into each other moments before, none of that mattered if you were hurt. You would forever be their first priority. "Beloved, we love you exactly the way you are," Lucifer whispered softly as one of his hands caressed your back. "Whatever those simpletons said, they're wrong. They don't know you; just like they don't know us." Belphie was running a hand through their hair, hoping that his influence would help calm you a little. "If we could, you know that we would tear apart every person who ever spoke badly against you," he could feel his anger towards the idiots that caused this build-up again inside him. Satan nudged Belphegor's side and gently shook his head. The youngest demon sighed and rested his head on top of yours. "Even we aren't strong enough to control city gossip. We can't change what they think, necessarily, but we can make sure that you know that it's not true." You trembled in their arms as your cries slowly dwindled down to the occasional sniffle. "Th-They said that you guys were only dating me o-out of pity and that I was nothing compared to you, a-and how I was jus-just a nuisance," you whimpered as you recalled the hurtful words. "A-And I know that's not true. It was so stupid because I know you g-guys love me. B-But it made me r-realize just how insignificant I am compared to a-all of you. I d-don't understand wh-why all of you would settle for a human who won't live nearly as long as you, and w-who can't even use magic." Mammon frowned deeply as he squeezed one of your shoulders. "Treasure, look at me," you shakily did as told. Mammon was staring down at you with a desperate, anxious expression. His eyes found yours and your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. "Those assholes don't know what they're talkin' about. You're not insignificant. Even here in the Devildom, surrounded by all these different beings, you are so much higher above them. You're the brightest jewel among us MC. You're the only person to have ever formed pacts with all seven of the Lords of the Devildom. You're the ambassador of the human world. You have brought this family closer together in just over a year than anyone has managed in the centuries that we've been alive." Your lip quivered as Levi rubbed your arm. "He's right. I'm the literal embodiment of envy. I can tell you right now that all those people are just saying those things because they're jealous. They're nothing but low-level slimes. But you? You're the big boss that could have them destroyed with a snap of your fingers." Beel looked down at you guiltily as he patted your back. "I shouldn't have left you alone like I did. Even more so, I should've paid closer attention to what was happening around us. I'm sorry you ever had to go through this MC." You released Asmodeus to hug Beelzebub as you snuggled close to him. "It's not your fault, Beel. They were really careful about it when you were around. You couldn't have known," the redhead didn't say anything, he just bent down to envelop you in his arms. The eight of you stood there in the dining room, nestled closely with one other, taking silent comfort in one another without a single care for the world around you. "I think perhaps we should move this to the living room," Asmodeus offered as the boys began to release you from their hug. "Beel can make some snacks, Levi can find us a good movie to watch, Belphie can go gather a bunch of blankets and pillows and the rest of us will stay with you to make sure you don't get too lonely," he cupped your face. "I think a nice lazy day in would be good for everyone. Does that sound good, Beautiful?" I chuckled tearfully and leaned into Asmo's touch. "That sounds perfect. You guys are so nice to me. I don't deserve-" You never got to finish your sentence as Asmodeus captured your lips with his own. With that one kiss, you could feel your worries and doubts melt away as you could feel every ounce of affection,

desire,

and love that Asmodeus felt for you pour into your very being. "That's where you're wrong, dear," he purred softly against your lips. "It is us who don't deserve you," he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before taking your hand into your own and leading you to the living room. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at his brothers. "Go gather the things. We'll just keep the couch warm while you're at it," you could hear the wink in his tone. "Oi! I want a kiss too!" "Y-Yeah, Asmo! You can't hog MC! That's not fair!" You giggled at Mammon and Levi's protest as you snuggled up to Asmodeus. You were so silly to think for even a second that these demons who follow you around like love-sick puppies would ever tire of you for a second. You were their everything, and they were yours, and nothing anyone said would ever change that.

***And scene! That was a wild ride, but I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you for supporting me with this mini-series and thanks once again to @ang3lsblues for the request that inspired it all!***

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[tenaflyviper]

I just found your account and your username is soooo nostalgic, I love melt movies

Aren't they great? It's a type of body horror that you surprisingly don't see as much of as you'd think.

As far as I know, there's only The Devil's Rain (1975), The Incredible Melting Man (1977), Street Trash (1987), Slime City (1988), Body Melt (1993), and Slime City Massacre (2010).

I mean, to me, it's one of--if not THE worst--body horror I can think of. One of my most vivid nightmares is being trapped in a hospital with a rapidly-spreading virus that consumes people, and reduces them to goo. In my mind, I envision the goo spreading up the walls, and littered with the last bits of people that haven't melted yet, and it's all one mass of people putty.

Think the "Grant house monster" from Slither, the "shunting" scene from Society, or better yet--Parasite Eve for PS1.

Someone needs to make a new melt movie. A movie based on the Parasite Eve game (itself based on a novel that has a film of its own) would be amazing!

Anyway, I'll stop rambling now.

[rev-pirate]

Yes talk about the One Piece au pls -BGP

Okay okay so some of what i have so far in terms of like character origins and abilities

Technoblade- so like one of the most obvious options would be that he’s a Mink, a race of anthropomorphic beings exclusively derived from mammals. He’d be a boar or pig mink ofc in that case. Beefy pigman. But. I do think it would be very fun if he were just a pig that ate the human human fruit a la Chopper. He is a piggie he can turn into a pigman. There are fun narrative benefits to both. The minks, under a direct full moon, unlock a powerful form (called Sulong) that is significantly stronger and faster than they are already and it takes proper training to learn to control the form. It does have draw backs in that using the form for too long leads to exhaustion or even death. Minks also as a race can also use like static electric shock abilities. They are trained from the moment they can walk how to defend themselves. (Also when you live in a place lead by a couple dudes named Catviper and Dogstorm Technoblade fits right in lmao) Human human fruit techno though you get both just a piggie techno and big beefie hybrid techno in the same character because shapeshifter pog. Plus the narrative potential of the zoan awakened state coming into play and the struggles with controlling it. Plus i think c!techno could find a lot of humor in being just a pig who ate the human fruit. If he were a mink i would say he doesnt have a devil fruit but being a mink means that is in the cards for him so that’s also unlockable narrative potential even if he doesnt have one at the start. I am torn.

Philza- he’d be a sky person. The residents of the sky islands are descended from a race of winged people who lived on the moon before being forced to take refuge on earth as resources on the moon dried up, leaving behind their automata. As a result of the passage of time various regions of the sky islands have different wing shapes and sizes. Though there is also evidence these wing size and shape variations may have also existed in some variation when the sky people’s ancestors still lived on the moon. The residents of skypeia and the ancient city of shandora for example have small vestigial wings while the residents of Birka have Big Wings. We havent seen any of them actually use those wings though but idc i’d let Phil fly with those. Granted the island of Birka was completely destroyed and the people largely massacred during religious infighting started by a guy with a devil fruit and a god complex. I brought up the automata earlier though because that one fanart of phil making brian as an automaton lives rent free in my brain and it would just be a cool idea that some of the knowledge of how to make the automata managed to survive and get passed down through the generations and Phil can make them and is a tinkerer. But it would also be fun if Philza was a zoan type devil fruit user making him a bird person shapeshifter but that runs the risk of oversaturating the au with zoan type users and i’d rather explore more of the variety one piece has to offer.

Tubbo - goat zoan. Hands down. That would be up his alley. i think he could rock it. I just really like the idea. I have no other justifications.

Tommy - seems like he’s be Just A Dude. We some Just A Dudes in this AU i am open to suggestions but tommy has just a dude vibes.

Charlie - would be a slime logia ofc. And he’s be like the fucking piece of shit mud guy where like. He can just shove things into his body and store them there and it’s like a bottomless pit he’s got so much stuff stored inside him. He’s like one of those slime fridges except you cant see what he’s got in the bottomless void that is his magic slime body.

Sam - there is a very easy parallel to be made here. One Piece’s World Government has an impenetrableTM and inescapableTM prison where inmates get tortured relentlessly that is run by a strict warden with strong black and white morals. You pickin up what i’m puttin down? Additionally there is this guy who has a devil fruit where he can turn any part of himself into a bomb (it’s very wacky in traditional op fashion) so like. That is an option for Sam devil fruit wise but i will have to think on it more and see if i can come up with more options.

This is getting long so i’ll stop right there for right now on this post but this is some of what i have generated about some of the characters so far

#dsop au #SMoP au #is the tag i’ll use for this #stuggling to map ranb into this au rip #also mink techno bonus point is that the mink primarily have a fencing sword fighting style

[vantablade]

【 🌌 MYTHOPOEIA I. 】

TL;DR: Nocturne’s species is the same as her family name, which is one of royalty amongst her home planet. This species possesses two bodies, feeds on creative/life energy (mostly through sex and bodily consumption), manipulates sonokinesis and aquakinesis with ease. They are alluring and terrifying, always unsettling, and their native country depends on their existence. 

The following lore post is a re-write of Nocturne’s lore regarding her species and some of her heritage. It references sex albeit not explicitly nor descriptively, as well as the conception and deaths of the species. There are non-descriptive references to cannibalism (of a supernatural kind). Information-wise, it includes the etymology of the family name, the chronology of their origins with vague references to the circumstances of said origins, some references to significant events and brief descriptors of Nocturne’s kinsmen. As I mentioned, it also includes a description of how the Ametsuchi are formed through conception and their life spans, as well as the usual circumstances of their death, and other biological tid-bits such as abilities, particularly their Glamours, and the cultural ideology that surrounds the species in their native land of Izana, Neo. Word count is girthy, so if you read the whole thing an acknowledging like would be very encouraging! 

Ametsuchi, Nocturne’s family name, is both the moniker attributed to a royal family and a species; within their general cultural environs, the two are synonymous, for only members of the former can be the latter, due to a magical contract made with the Living Sea of Neo during the Sixth Epoch, after the Genesis Migration. The etymology of “Ametsuchi” is comprised of the characters suggesting, literally, “rain” and “earth”, however its meaning can be more symbolically interpreted as “Heaven and Earth” or, in some cases, “the Universe”, illustrating the duality of the Ametsuchi’s existence.

The Ametsuchi are not mortal by our understanding—the canonical term referring to any non-mortal being “Undane”—for their life spans and way of creation are jarringly different from that of a mortal life. An Ametsuchi can live, theoretically, forever, however rarely do they achieve such longevity due to the fact their appetite grows with age, forcing them to consume more and more to sustain their gigantic forms, not unlike the Earthly lobsters or the Terrawatas of the planet Cthylle, which has a similar aging approach. As well as the biological difficulties of maintaining the massive form that comes with old age, the Ametsuchis—particularly those who reign as or are immediately in line to reign as the High King—often are killed pre-maturely by assassinations or other politicalized deaths. Notable examples are Kamo, the High King two generations prior in the Fifth Epoch, to the current regent, and Nocturne’s great-grandmother, whose surprising gentleness became an instrument of irony as her tender heart led to her death by a rebel group within Izana. Another notable example is the Ametsuchi Massacre just prior to the turn of the Sixth Epoch, whereupon the survivor of the previous assassination—High King Kana the Unloved—was murdered by her third heir, the current monarch High King Kazumi the Good, alongside almost all of the living Ametsuchi.

Due to the severity of the upheaval, there is a remarkable shortage of Ametsuchi, as once they were a plentiful people who could reign as Lords among the various cities and villages of Izana as well as forming the sole security of the capital. Now, where once there were many, there remains only the High King; her Oracle Hitomi; her exiled heir High Prince Kimiko, currently absent and whereabouts unknown; Nocturne, whose existence is currently unknown to the Neoni populace; a lost heir sacrificed to Spider’s Eye shortly after her birth; the twins, Lords Hato and Karasu, children of the previous High Prince and nieces to the current High King, and Lord Komadori, who perished a few years prior to this blog’s currently timeline. Unusually, there is one other Ametsuchi, though she is the singular occurrence of a royal member—and the currently coronated High Prince, heir to the Ever-Drowning Throne—who is not also, biologically, an Ametsuchi, due to the unusual (and secretive) circumstances of her birth.

The conceptions and births of Ametsuchi are crucial to the biological formation of an Ametsuchi, as one does not inherit these traits innately from their parentage. Conception relies on the existence of three parents: the donor, the Ametsuchi, and the Living Sea. It is avian in nature, as it involves an external egg which is incubated by one of the parents, in this case the aforementioned Living Sea. The moment of conception is achieved when a donor, usually a Mundane but can be some form of magical entity, is “sacrificed” to the Living Sea and implanted with a part of the parental Ametsuchi’s mana. This mana is parasitic, rendering the donor comatose and paralysed but not dead, as it slowly consumes the life energy of the donor in order to transform it into something else. This transformation then becomes an egg, around six foot in height and three feet in width, comprised of a fleshy physical magic toxic to the touch. It is not dissimilar from the sort of alien eggs found in science fiction horror movies, as it is not clean nor smooth but rather a dark blue-brown flesh-like consistency that is ribbed and wet with slime. Encountering one is both highly unlikely—as they are incubated within the incredibly hostile and carnivorous Living Sea—but also deeply unwanted, as its appearance, while gross in description, cannot be over-stated for its deeply unsettling magnetism and its horrid stench of salt and decaying flesh, with the raw smell not incomparable to the exposed innards of a recent carcass. Approaching one, if it is somehow isolated from its environment, is also a fool’s errand: its “shell” emits potent magnetism; an allure that cannot be resisted by any but those with an impenetrable resistance to such a siren’s call. This allure, apropos to the previous metaphor, proves fatal to the innocent who falls under its enchantment, for the flesh is carnivorous and deeply starved, and will absorb the unlucky soul who touches it—and they will touch it, for despite its repulsiveness, its magic will convince the onlooker that it is a most desirable, peaceful and treasured object that speaks to their very soul.

This egg, its terribleness aside, incubates within the abyssal stomach of the Living Sea, an entity whose body is—as one can imagine—a great, black sea, possessing a wicked sentience and an odd morality that is difficult to comprehend. The Living Sea then “fertilizes” its innards, transforming the remains in a gruelling process into that of a living being, independent of the instruments that contributed to its making, which, stripped of the Ametsuchi glamour, appears to be a monstrous bird-like mortal-like creature that has only the simplest, animalistic of urges, the primary of which is the urge—the primal need—to survive, and as such has a fitting and horrifying hunger.

Until the new-born Ametsuchi is conscious enough to understand Glamours, it will remain in this bird-like form, which is protected from the eyes of mortals and Undanes alike who are not privy to the sacred and grotesque rituals of the royal family, until it can adopt a form which suits it. The form usually mimics the primary care-giver, likely the Ametsuchi which served to create it, at least in part, as well as harbouring some sort of semblance to the donor which served as its first meal and its energy donation. This is still of its own accord, of course, but as this is an instinctual first guise, it is often rooted in the subconscious will rather than the conscious ego, and once it has been adopted is unlikely to be utterly changed if only due to the Ametsuchi in question’s comfort in its regular form. As well as that, changing one’s body exerts a tremendous amount of will and energy and can be quite an exhausting process that bodes little to no reward. However, as the Ametsuchi grows into adolescence and adulthood, the latter of which is usually kept for far longer than the average mortal, due to the societal boons afforded to those with an unearthly youthful maturity, they will grow and adapt, often adapting to the societal standard of beauty to better attract unwavering loyalty and inspire a sacrificial martyrdom in its subjects. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this is a law that is engraved into the nature of the Ametsuchi: it is in their survival’s best interest to be seen as attractive, whether it be sexually or as a matter of character, and as such their appearance often fits the ideal of their surroundings consciously or otherwise. Of course, attractiveness is not always the key to survival; they possess an underlying aura of terror that unsettles as it lures, inspiring awe in its observer. In hostile environs, the Ametsuchi will adapt appropriately: becoming larger, more intimidating, more monstrous in appearance to better be suited for intimidation tactics.

As mentioned before, there is the matter of Glamours: these are half-conscious manifestations of a mortal body that conceals the magnificence of their original form, which is grotesque and avian in nature, and only grows with age until it is utterly titanic, thus the growth of its demanding hunger which becomes difficult to sate with the marching of time. As a half-conscious act, they can withstand most forms of unconsciousness depending on the strength of the Ametsuchi in question; one who has mastered, in some part, their own mind and harbours a deep understanding of their capabilities will find it easier to uphold the illusion, while those weaker in spirit will find it harder to maintain in various debilitating circumstances. For example, Nocturne withstood grievous wounds that penetrated the Glamour and mutilated the original would beyond reparation, which still only sufficed to put her in a near-comatose state where her consciousness was altered and foggy. Yet still, she maintained her Glamour. She had been raised in total isolation, with only the study of her strength and identity as an Ametsuchi as an anchor for her learning, and so had a better grasp on her anatomical manipulation than her peers. There was still a dire element—she was on the verge of total unconsciousness, and since she had no moral nor emotional obligation to those surrounding her at the time (rather, she was untrusting and borderline hostile towards her hosts), she had no subconscious desire to protect them from the immensity of her true body, despite the fact that had her illusion broke, her original form would have decimated her physical environment and thus damaged, if not killed, the people who surrounded her, including potentially breaking the magical ward that kept the locus—the Sepulchre—protected from evil eyes.

However, Nocturne in particularly struggles to maintain her Glamour if she is in a state of deep sleep. For this reason, she keeps to herself and refuses to allow others near her in such a state of tremulous vulnerability, if not entirely subduing herself to the vacuous space she titles her personal “Void”, a unique ability to her due to her emotional reliance on it since her severely traumatic youth.

The Glamour is not the Ametsuchi’s sole power, however it is exceedingly impressive: to speak in technical terms, of a sort, it “compresses” the pre-existing body so that it is appropriately condensed into the glamoured guise, including its impact on the environment and its navigating of the physical space. There is still a subtle feeling of “wrongness” when one looks directly at an Ametsuchi, but it is difficult to source the reason behind these feelings; the cultural mythos surrounding the original body is more that it is a secondary body, and the glamour is the original body, instead choosing to believe that the original body is a sort of “power-up” that can be utilized for the goals of decimation of one’s enemies. These myths are not negated in any real way, if only because it furthers their reputation for being dangerous enemies. It is believed by Ametsuchis’ personal lore that their Glamour comes in part from their lycanthropic ancestors.

Of their other abilities, several come to mind. Sonokinesis, the ability to manipulate sound, is innate to the Ametsuchi due to their siren heritage, and is capable of manipulating not only the physical world but the emotional world, either, as they tie in certain sonic movements with emotional results. Often, their powers are difficult to channel completely without some sort of vessel to articulate it to a level of fatality—or extreme potency—so they often have vessels that embody an instrument of their liking, usually a subconscious choice that is rarely changed not unlike their bodies in youth, which channels the sonokinetic ability through it. For example, Nocturne’s is a violin; Hitomi’s is a harp; Kimiko’s is a flute, and so on. Exceptional Ametsuchi do master the power of their own voice, such as Kazumi the Good, who orchestrates grand musical annihilations with only the slightest modulations to her voice. This is an ancient power, first attributed to the Divine of Music, Sona, the child of the Ancients Sirein and Iathan. Their sonokinesis is Generative, which means they can generate this ability from internal power-sources rather than having to manipulate the external environment’s pre-existing sound.

Aquakinesis, the ability to manipulate water, is an even more ancient power, being one of the Primordial Essences which form the foundation, alongside Fire, Earth, Air, Light and Shadow, of the (Essential) Universe. These are another gift attributed to them, however this gift comes directly from their relationship to the Living Sea, which serves as a patron to the species. Due to this generosity, their aquakinesis is not as powerful as their sonokinesis—it is instead Interactive, relying on external resources rather than internal resources. A notable exception would be the Oracle, Hitomi, whose Generative Aquakinesis only derives from the Chaotic implants placed in her body by her mother, the High King. (Of these experiments, each of the currently living Ametsuchi are victims, and have differing reactions; Kimiko has Chaotic Generative Aerokinesis, Hato has Chaotic Generative Phosphorokinesis, and so on and so forth. Nocturne’s ability to manipulate entropic forces and Chaos also stem from these, in part.)

They possess a higher level of strength, which does not rely on their Glamoured body but rather the size and capability of their true body, which can give them the appearance of possessing super-human strength for their stature. They are graceful, beautiful, and disarmingly so, which is a mental tactic that serves them well in combative and political situations equally well.

The Ametsuchi, due to their wavering numbers, are restricted to the capital of Izana, Yomi; known by some as the Cannibal City, others as the Half-Drowned City, and these are only the beginning of its ghoulish monikers. Their home is the Drowning Palace, a white shard that protrudes from the black abyss of the Living Sea like a jagged tooth, which hosts only their own kind, donors (temporarily), and the rare, honoured guest. Their existence is attached to the welfare of the surrounding country, whose lands are made fertile by the Living Sea, as once it had been barren. Only the historical sacrifice of a mortal woman, who would become the first Ametsuchi, cinched a union between the untouchable Living Sea and the Undanes who lived there. If the Ametsuchi were ever to perish, so would the landscape that hosts them.

As part of their symbiotic relationship with the Living Sea, Ametsuchi are removed from the life-death cycle naturally afforded to all living and unliving entities within the Essential Universe; their souls, rather than being re-shaped and re-distributed across the wide Cosmos, are instead given directly to the Living Sea for all eternity, preserving them in a state of half-life that, with the passing of time, becomes increasingly abstract. The dead are capable of being communicated with, but only the Oracle can do so; likewise, the Oracle, second only to the High King in the tiers of Ametsuchi noblesse, is the sole figure capable of communicating directly with the Living Sea. There is only one Oracle at any point, and as soon as one dies, the next is chosen from the ranks; usually the closest to being born, but the Living Sea can often be whimsical, and if their whims direct them so they may choose another. It is not unheard of for Ametsuchi rulers to deliberately manipulate circumstances to encourage an Oracle to be created in devotion to them; for example, Hitomi’s existence depended on the murder of the prior Oracle, Yumi, and was a deliberate move by the High King in order to assure total allegiance as the Oracle would be her eldest daughter, entirely subordinate and alienated from a world that would encourage her otherwise.

Culturally, they are revered and feared alike. This reverence assures their survival, as willing donors are plentiful; it is considered the greatest honour for those of Izana to devote their bodies to the conceptions of an Ametsuchi, despite the fact it guarantees their death. If not their bodies to conceive, then to satisfy: the Ametsuchis feed on creative energy, which includes the creation of life through fresh (often living) meat and sexual energy. There is an element of life or creative energy in everything, but in the aforementioned examples they are most prominent and thus most fulfilling. This is not to say there has never been a desire for revolt, but the Ametsuchi’s symbiotic relationship with the landscape often demotivates those with rage against their rulers. Instead, the rage is channelled into the cities, into the architecture, into the culture.

The history of the Ametsuchi are deep, rich and blood-soaked, as they like it. They are founded on a principal of sacrifice. They are objects of reverence and repulsion, inspiring legions of the devout. Nocturne is but a tiny part of a grander legacy, but not all legacies are born to last.

#mythopoeia #put under a read more for your scrolling's convenience lol #didn't spell-check or re-read any of this so forgive any spelling errors or grammatical fuck ups

[bluebeirry]

Humanity in Heroes, Humanity in Villains- everyone’s flawed AF even if Hero Society can go F*** itself

Edit: I had to rename this because I realized my original name was misleading

I’ve seen a lot of thoughtful, well-written posts making very good points about why hero society is broken and is doing the wrong thing by vilifying their ‘villains,’ locking them up and forgetting  about them. I’ve seen a lot about how Tomura Shigaraki and the LoV in particular are natural responses to a broken system. @linkspooky and @waxwingedhawks and @thyandrawrites have a lotta good meta on this.

But�� I also wanted to make something about the other side, that accepts that the heroes are flawed, human, and often in the wrong. Maybe a lot of people who already stan the heroes won’t get this, or will misunderstand what I’m going for, but I wanted to put it out anyways for fun and to see if I’m just talking out of my ass.

Here’s the thing. BNHA society as a whole being a villain-making machine that creates new villains, demonizes them, destroys lives, and then benefits from the hero system that only functions because of this destruction? Yes, spill that tea. Heroes doing harm by perpetuating the system? Totally agree.

But Heroes individually being responsible for the monsters created and being justifiable targets of hated? Well, I think it’s more complicated than that.

See, if we look at the hero system as a mirror of real-world capitalism, then the Heroes aren’t the CEOs and the politicians who make up the 1% and keep the world in tatters. They are symptoms of a broken system as much as the villains. They have more agency than the villains, yes, but I don’t think they’re all monsters for failing to see the shortcomings of a society that encourages them not to look too deeply.

First of all there’s the pure fact of what heroes do- they save people.

I don’t have a problem with heroes fighting villains who use their powers in destructive and violent ways. I have a problem with the system then taking those villains and locking them away, instead of trying to help them. But when a man made of slime is holding a 13/14 year old kid hostage, blowing up buildings, and shouting how he’s gonna kill All Might? He needs to be stopped.

In short, I agree with the hero system ONLY so far as the idea of having people who are trained professionals use their skills to protect people and save lives. If people are threatening/taking the lives of other people, I do not have a problem with those people being stopped by violent means- so long as those means do prevent further death.

What I have a problem with is the demonization of human beings, harsh and unforgiving societal reactions, and refusal to acknowledge or examine the circumstances that push human beings into committing crimes.

We see heroes treat villains as the irredeemable scum- and in cases like Overhaul, this is pretty true. But their society also doesn’t encourage heroes to follow-up on anyone they arrest after all is said and done- not once is it even mentioned that a hero plays a role in a villain’s trial, something that real-world cops often are called to do IRL  for the people they’ve arrested. And let’s be honest- it's easier for heroes to beat people senseless and not feel bad about it if they think the villains all deserve it. Acknowledging that doing physical harm to another person may be necessary in order to prevent further physical harm (or even death) from falling on more people is complicated and difficult to accept. I’m sure some heroes are being cowardly when they embrace the idea that villain=evil, while others- like All Might (see below)- don’t seem to have the social and societal awareness outside of their own experiences to realize that they should be following up and helping people. What’s more the idea that anyone should be looking at the cause of villainy is one that’s hard to pick up because it’s so rarely found. Nobody in the media, in the government, in the HPSC, wants people to think about the ethics of Tartarus. Even the Liberation Army doesn’t seem to give two fucks about the ways their society makes and profits off villains. It’s said several times that the world of hero society is a world of ‘repression’- I strongly suspect that anyone who tries to explain to others the flaws in their society gets repressed  and shut up, one way or another, with the only people in power who are aware being the ones that benefit from the system the most and don’t care about the lives destroyed in the process.

Deku says that this is the story of how he became the worlds greatest hero. I can this be the case without dismissing the villains completely- if the world changes how it treats them. If Deku brings about or enters a society where cases like Toga and Twice can be saved without needing to turn to the darkness- where the people Deku defeats and arrests aren’t just locked up for life, but are given brighter futures.

Now some specific cases, just for fun:

All Might:

So I said above that All Might is a good-intentioned person who backs the hero system due to ignorance of how it harms people. Now here is where I break down the psychology of this statement for you. First of all, we know that All Might’s original mission statement as a teenager was to make the world safer so that people would have the courage to do the right thing and make the world a better place- a viewpoint he probably gained from being part of the population that was too terrified to act. It reflects his life experiences. What’s more, we know that the world before All Might was very different from the world after him. It's very possible that his limited viewpoint comes from having an understanding of the world and what it needs that hasn’t changed over the course of his career- even as his career changed what the world needs. It’s not malice or arrogance that leads All Might to support a broken system- it’s lack of societal awareness beyond his own class bracket and lack of awareness of how the world has changed.

All Might may very well have been what society needed at the time when he was a teen. We don’t know what the world was like  back then- we don’t know if he truly was doing the right thing But he failed to make sure that the culture that sprung up in his wake would properly protect everyone as best as it can, and failed to recognize that society had to keepchanging beyond his original vision. It’s like stairs- you need to take each step one at a time, but after you take one step you then have to continue on to the next one. And All Might poured so much of his life into getting past one particular step, he never even realized that there was more steps to be climbed before society could reach the top.

The League of Villains:

See, I agree that the league are all people pushed to their roles by societal rejections, and their actions are a direct repercussion of society’s failures and crimes against them. I can even agree that attacking kids is morally iffy and not 100% morally wrong when those kids are also willingly  learning to become the next generation of soldiers (and later used as child soldiers) enforcing the broken society. I still think child murder is wrong because you cannot reasonably expect 15-year olds who grew up in a society that idolizes heroes to not buy into the propaganda. Plus often they’re being attacked just for being convenient, or for pissing Tomura off- which IMO is not a good reason to try to kill someone.

But all that aside, there are two things the LoV does that I truly believe are reprehensible. While the execution of the PLF raid had severe moral issues involved all over the place, the concept of  taking the PLF and the League down is just because of  two factors:

1. The use of human experimentation to make Nomu as weapons

2. The plan to massacre entire cities- killing millions of people-  as part of the PLF’s grand plan

The second one in particular is to me unambiguously evil. The first one is evil too- but if I put on my villain stan hat I’ve noticed in cannon that we  don’t actually know if the LoV is aware that the Nomu are made from human experiments. They’re called ‘artificial humans’ and apart from Tomura (who was a willing test subject) the LoV don’t seem to play any major role in the creation of Nomu (Shigaraki is said to have ‘designed’ some of the Nomu, but  it’s not clear if that means he actually worked with dead people or just planned the quirk combinations to go into the Nomu or something in between). Point is, Doctor Ujiko is pure evil but I can forgive the LoV if it turns out they didn’t actually know how the Nomu came to be.

But there is no possible way I can see the plan to kill millions as anything less than evil. There are a million better ways to change society- don’t jump into wholesale genocide. Atomic weapons are a last-ditch resort for a reason, and their plan would basically have had the same effect as dropping several atomic bombs on several cities without warning. I don’t think it was right when America bombed Nagasaki after destroying Hiroshima, I don’t think it was right when America made a half-assed attempt at explaining the bomb threat before dropping Little Boy, and the ethics of using nuclear weapons are complicated AF but I honestly don’t believe that the LoV’s plan is right.

Tomura Shigaraki:

In relation to Tomura, we see the heroes demonizing him and calling him an ‘it’ and seeing him as a manchild. All totally wrong. But for the last point… how are they supposed to think anything else? As readers we know Tomura is a traumatized kid, but the heroes don’t know anything about his backstory. Even All Might doesn’t know how Tomura got picked up by All for One, he doesn’t know about the death of the Shimura family.

What they do know is that Tomura is willing to kill children and bystanders to get his way. And to put this on the table- that is not a good thing. I am not pro-murder. If you think killing innocent people for simply being in a mall when a villain and a hero-trainee happen to also be there is acceptable, this post isn’t for you. By now you’ve probably figured that out, and I don’t know why you’re still reading unless you saw Tomura’s name and skipped ahead to this section.

Getting back on track, I don’t think doing such horrific things like attempted cold-blooded murder makes Tomura irredeemable. I agree that he’s traumatized and confused and lashing out. That does not mean he’s innocent, but he’s also not ‘pure evil’ or ‘evil incarnate’ as the heroes believe.

Here, the heroes themselves are definitely doing the wrong thing. Not because they’re trying to stop Tomura, but because they’re treating him- and the Nomu- as non-human. Honestly I preferred when they called him a man-child; at least then they were acknowledging the symptoms of his trauma. They didn’t have enough information to know that these were trauma symptoms as opposed to, say, symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder- with the information the heroes have, either could be possible guesses. But the world is broken when they assume it’s the latter- when they assume the case that casts Tomura in the worst possible light. And then removing his humanity entirely and treating him as a thing- there I have actual beef with the heroes.

Hawks/Takami Keigo:

Now Hawks is suuuper interesting to me, because so far he is the ONLY hero to show any awareness of the broken system. Namely in Twice. But even then, there’s problems- and arguably Hawks is either even worse of a person because of it.

There’s the fact that Hawks only recognizes the humanity and the very valid backstory of the one guy who’s his personal friend- which is blatant favoritism and shows willing blindness towards the trials and suffering anyone who he didn’t try to ‘save.’

Hawks has no desire to re-make or even change the system that he clearly knows hurt and broke a good man down into doing very wrong things. He sees that the system did these things, but he doesn’t think to try to make a lasting change that might not only protect Twice, but protect future victims from following Twice’s path. This is… interesting.

Then there’s the way in which Hawks approached Twice. Now, here I think Hawks was trying to both do a hero’s duty of preventing further future violence, but failed to balance this with his personal attempts to reach Twice as a person and save him as a victim of a broken system. Hawks tried to do both at the same time, and condescended Twice while offering him a way out.

I do not think in any way shape or form that letting Twice go free, or even not apprehending him, was the right thing for Hawks to do. Again, the LoV had two crimes that Hawks knew of that could not be allowed to go through/go on. Stopping Twice was the right thing.

Stopping Twice by throwing him around, taunting him, offering him a choice between betraying his friends and dying, and threatening his life, and ultimately killing him- that is NOT the right thing. I don’t get what Hawks was trying to do, and honestly his behavior really, really confuses me. I don’t know what would’ve been the right thing for him to do- it's a rock and a hard place- but what Hawks did definitely wasn’t the best option he had. It also wasn’t the worst. But killing Twice is still pretty damn close to the worst.

Edit: I also realize in retrospect that I didn’t even cover issues of corruption in the hero ranks, such as Endeavor, and how the popularity/fame aspects helps enforce the failings and corruption of the heroes and their society, or the issues with Quirks being repressed and regulated in anyone not a hero (which ironically contributes to the idolization of heroes)

#bnha #mha #bnha meta #mha meta #hawks #takami keigo #all might #toshinori yagi #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #crack theory #crack theories