#egress and feral

[wraithstill]

@breakbcnes sent 024.   an underground / illegal fighting club & 018.   an otherwise empty parking lot 

Violence is nothing for the wraith of Hell’s Kitchen; she was raised in violence, in the crime of this city.  It’s why these fights hardly scare her off, rather sparking curiosity as to what is quite so entertaining for these people to stand around roaring as grown men beat each other to a pulp. She stands in a distant corner watching the feral expressions of spectators react to a favorite in the improvised ring, a man known only to most as Breakbones, as he pulls his signature move against his opponent as his own roar seems to vibrate the very floor they’re standing on. Even in the shadow of the venue, she can’t help the quirk of her lips from turning up. Perhaps she understands the appeal of savagery after all… “ Ever consider easing up a bit? ” it’s a comment made in jest only hours after the event, once most of the attendees have made their egress to the nearest dive bar, leaving the lot filtered out for the likes of its stragglers. Unlike earlier in the night, she’s dressed now in her usual dark vestments: her hooded shroud concealing her usual braid beneath, her vast collection of blades and tricks hidden beneath the folds of fabric and armor. He’s familiar enough with The Wraith at this point to not feel the fear of her presence that most others do. If he had ever felt such an emotion at all… she still does not know. Slinking with ease to walk in his shadow, she continues. “ If only for the sake of that face. ”

#ANSWERED — no funerals. #002. #breakbcnes #do I have proper icons for this verse? no #is it going to stop me? no

[tsunadadudi]

THE WHOLE SYSTEM IS GONNA GET REFS, ON GOD

All that's left to sketch is Bea and Egress, and Bea is simple bc she gets a feral ref

Egress is hard bc she has 4 forms and is fickle

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Lovelorn (Fan-idea artifacts)

Weapon: Kodoku

It has no definite form but it is a deadly curse, a poison if you would call it that. It cannot be stopped once it fester within someone. Very useful to bend the whims of others under your command. It can take lives if the maker wishes do so. Only a very few alchemists have manage to make it into a reality, though their progressive realization would lead their damnation.

Artefacts: Lovelorn set 

Flower: 'Clematis Giselle'

'My lovely Lady, you and I will have a happy ending.' - The knight

A young Giselle had wed to a noble hearted man on a happy occasion, both love each over equally to no end. Few days prior, they were merely two lonely strangers. Unaware of the haunting malice that looms over her shoulder.

Plume: " Giselle's Pinion" 

'You've married an Icarus, my dear sister. I will not attend a wedding that will only result in blood tears!'

It all started with a little doubt placed by him, thinking of that her betrothed would commit infidelity over something insignificant. Yet her love for him never seem to dwindle, since her fiancé has never done anything wrong. If she had investigated carefully instead of placing blind trust, maybe perhaps she had listen to her dear elder brother. Day in, day out after their spoken vows, she grow tired of a wordless love. Slowly but surely not one glance at her way, it drives her mad.

Sands: " Wedding bells "

'Our love will be everlasting' -the knight

That was the promise to her when they spoke their vows, to lift her up in her darkest of times. To fill her chalice with his, yet at the end of the tunnel he presents to her, have no egress.

And so she left to wander around for someone who would actually spend time with her. Of course this made her husband go feral over her 'betrayal'.

As his heart was unstable and could as well murder him from this 'so-called' love. Yet, it raises a tingling sensation, akin to hunting fresh game in the woods. Embracing it, only for a shadow to perfectly fit him.

Goblet: 'To be or not to be'

'I shall be your wine in your goblet, my love. With this, my life will never separate from yours. '- The knight

The knight haven't forgotten his vows, yet when he saw her smiling at someone who isn't him, infuriates the chivalrous man. Lives reaped under her nose, citizens indict her as a cruel witch leading her to him.

Circlet: " Burning passion."

'Beautiful, a lovely flower crown to commemorate our anniversary, on top of their funeral!' - Ah'dula

At last he reveals himself, "My love." They heard a voice like thunder, looked up. Behold a ghastly pale horse, the rider is coveted man, shrouded in darkness. Amongst the throng of faceless people is his beloved on the ground, with no head on her shoulders. "To think I were to spare such insects like yourselves." And just like that, all life were snuffed out like a candle light.

Until this day, the man with such hideous appearance is in search of his dearly wife. They say he helped kindred souls like him to be happy with their loved one, by blessing them with the knowledge of the Kodoku.

#genshin imagines #fan made #yandere scenarios

[capminn]

screenshot redraws!

sorry I've been dead i swear cactus isn't discontinued 

characters used @definetellynotavampire​ <-- boyfriend  owns egress and feral i own @capeta​ <-- steven/cappy silver (lugia hybrid) code and cactus

@feralbeaststeeb @morse-code-su-au @egressteven

#steven universe au #screenshot redraws #cactus steven #feral steven #feral beast steven #god stevens #egress steven #goop #pog face boyfriends #they are gay your honour #code steven #morse code au #cactus steven au #feral beast steven au #egress au #su au #steven universe sketches #my art #steven #mod steven #mod cappy #mod beepboop was also there

[edda-grenade]

Clothes.

Solas receives an unexpected gift, and Adaar gets an unexpected offer.

#feral verse, 1600 words. on AO3.

Solas didn’t know why he had not left.

It was a frivolous distraction from his duty at best, a willful betrayal of his people at worst. To waste his time playing teacher, playing at Wisdom, for some half-grown dragon spawn. What did it matter that she soaked up any knowledge he shared like a sponge? What did it matter, that she dug for even more with a hunger that had his heart feel like it was bleeding to witness it? What did it matter, that he had to struggle to keep ahead of her, all his knowledge and experience and power hamstrung by what the Veil had done to the world? That the thrill of success was all the sweeter for knowing he had something new to share with her? What would any of it matter in the end, when it—

“Feral little forest man!”

—it was not Adaar’s voice. Neither the voice of one of her parents. Wary yet curious despite himself, Solas followed the call through the trees, silently bristling at the moniker. It was aggravating enough that Adaar’s parents were so fond of it, for it to have spread to someone else…

It was one of the Dalish. An older woman, with a sharp, lined face, the mark of Mythal on her forehead. The skin of Solas’s face felt raw, as if from sunburn, at the sight. Adaar had introduced them at some point, he remembered—Ashuon was her name. She either didn’t remember his, or chose not to use it. More likely the latter, he decided at the hard expression that took hold of her features when she caught sight of him as he emerged from the foliage.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I’ve brought you some clothes,” she said, and lifted a bundle of cloth.

Solas frowned. “I have clothes.”

“Ah yes, that one cloak you possess.” She eyed it critically, and Solas’s frown deepened. He was aware the garment was not in the best of conditions, but considering it had survived his long sleep, he refused to give it up.

“Either way,” she continued, “these are mostly trousers, and an undercoat for layering. Fall will be cold enough, let alone the winter, and I don’t actually want you to freeze to death once the weather turns.”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked slowly. “We did not… part on the best of terms.”

“You mean you’re a self-righteous blighter who thinks he knows everything? Don’t worry, this isn’t for your sake. Adaar asked me to, and the poor girl deserves better than having to deal with your thighs all the time.”

Solas blinked, perplexed by the non-sequitur. “What on earth is wrong with my legs?”

Ashuon rolled her eyes. “Nothing.” She pushed the bundle of cloth at him, and he reluctantly accepted it, before it could fall to the ground. “Might not be relevant anyway, depending on how she decides.”

“She—where is Adaar?” Her absence was puzzling, if not slightly worrying. For her to ask for material favors, especially from Clan Lavellan, on his behalf was already… He preferred not to linger on that particular thought for too long. But why would she ask for the clothes to be delivered as well? They met nearly every day, even if only briefly—it would be an easy task to bring them herself.

Ashuon placed her hands on her hips, her stance confrontational. “Do you have any idea how powerful that girl is?” she said. “If she were an elf, any clan would be lucky to have her.”

Solas swallowed down the bitter retort that brimmed on his tongue. No clan he had encountered so far would even know what to do with someone so ruthlessly curious, as mired in their stubborn beliefs as they were.

“Where is she?” he asked again.

“Talking to our Keeper.”

“About what?”

“Deshanna is willing to teach Adaar magic, permanently, as long as she cuts you loose.”

Solas’s breath caught. There it was—an egress. Whatever weakness, compulsion, misplaced sympathy—whatever it was that kept him fixed to this place, to Adaar, to everything she called home… what would it matter, when she sent him away herself?

He should be elated. His stomach should not sink like a stone at the thought. A wave of cold swept through him—

With a burst of magic, Adaar appeared between them. “Oh, good, you haven’t tried to murder each other—” She stumbled a little, panting, then straightened up.

“Hey,” she said, with a sheepish smile.

“Did you sprint the entire way here?” Ashuon asked, bemused.

“Sort of. I stepped through the Fade. Well, with the Fade. A lot.”

Solas almost dropped the cloth bundle as he tried to reach out for her face, before he caught himself. Her skin seemed flushed, and her pupils were blown wide. “You must be careful not to overexert yourself in this manner,” he said. “If you collapse from exhaustion somewhere dangerous…” He had managed that himself quite a few times, after he had woken up. Magic that had been as easy as breathing before the Veil had drained him to the point of fainting.

“I’m fine, I’m mostly dizzy from the speed. Did you—” She turned to Ashuon, glanced at her empty hands, then at Solas— “Ah, you did. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, dima’len.”

The hard expression that had never quite left Ashuon’s face while Solas had spoken to her melted into an old fondness, now that Adaar was the focus of her attention. Quietly, Solas turned away and took a few steps towards the trees so he might give them at least the illusion of privacy, but he heard their hushed conversation nonetheless.

“I—um.” The shifting of feet. “I think Deshanna’s angry with me, now?”

“It’ll pass. We’re just worried about you, dima’len.”

“I know, I know. It’s—thank you. But you really don’t have to be. I know what I’m doing.”

A low chuckle. “Creators, I hope you’re right.”

“…Will we see you again next year?”

“Of course. I—Adaar!”

The exclamation drew Solas’s gaze. Adaar had swept Ashuon up into an embrace that lifted the old elf clean off of her feet. She laughed, the lines around her eyes crinkling, and patted Adaar’s shoulders. Solas forced himself to avert his gaze again. His chest ached strangely, as though there wasn’t enough space within for his lungs and heart.

Murmurs of dareth shiral were exchanged, and finally Ashuon departed, but not without a final demand to “Layer up, forest man!” shouted in his direction. Solas scowled, but he did hold onto the clothes.

Adaar ambled closer, then, watching him. The silence stretched.

“Thank you,” Solas said quietly. “You did not have to do this.”

She shrugged, but her smile remained. “It’s not that big a deal. You needed some more clothes, and I could afford to spend a few days helping out with aravel repairs. They’ll fit, I hope. We can make some alterations if not—”

“Did you not take their Keeper’s offer?”

Adaar grew quiet. She crossed her arms and leaned against a nearby tree, with an abruptness that had the young trunk shaking. Her mouth twisted, teeth digging into her lower lip, before she spoke: “Ashuon told you, huh?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t take it, yeah.”

Something lurched painfully in Solas’s chest, and his fingers curled tight into the cloth bundle.

“Why not?”

Adaar stared at him.

“Are you serious?” she burst out at last. Solas nodded, his throat tight. He may have sounded more incredulous than he intended—but still, the question was more than justified…

“Because I’ve learned more from you in a few months than I have in years? Because I enjoy being around you, when you’re not actively being a prick? And because I’m not that fucking naive, and I know these lands can be terrible to people like us?”

His pulse pounded in his ears, as if from far away. “‘People like us?’” he echoed tonelessly.

“Mages. Vashoth. Elves.” She gestured haphazardly as she spoke. “Maybe you’re just keeping quiet about it—but from where I’m standing it really doesn’t look like you’ve got people who will keep you safe. Or do you?”

She was right. She had no idea how right she was.

“The disadvantage of a solitary life, albeit a manageable one,” he said, keeping his voice flat. His heartbeat was still thundering, and refused to calm. Adaar let out a sharp, brittle laugh.

“It shouldn’t have to be like that,” she muttered. “And I’m not doing that to you. I mean. Unless you—if you wanted to—to go—”

“No.”

What was he doing? To be handed a graceful exit on a silver platter, and cast it aside near instantly…

“No?”

There were—reasons. She was right. He was far more vulnerable on his own, and he knew well the atrocities inflicted on elves and mages alike in this world. Even if neither term strictly applied to him, to anyone living in this world it was what they would see in him. And further…

“I do not wish to, as you put it, ‘go’,” he said, choosing his words with cautious deliberation. “I enjoy our arrangement of learning. It is an unexpected… challenge.”

The relief on Adaar’s face morphed into an expression he was coming to know quite well from her, a strange mixture of amusement and mischief.

“You almost sound like my parents, back when I used to figure out new ways to get up on the roof. And refused to come down.”

“A welcome challenge,” he amended, softly. How her smile widened in reply…

None of this would matter, in the end, he told himself. But neither would lingering a few weeks more.

#adaar #lavellan #solas #feral verse #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #saar gets her own tag #art tag #fanart #fic tag #fic related #solas: *acts 100% like the dread wolf from the stories* #clan lavellan: *100% correctly assumes he's at least an agent of the dread wolf* #solas: ugh the dalish are so superstitious #you just don't like How they got there buddy just admit it

[carnagecardinal]

SOW #1 - freezing @summer-of-whump

Content warning: bbu, very brief/mild mention of suicidal ideation.

The rush of the wind sets the barren branches of the trees to rattling in a skeletal dance. Each gust snapping at him with winter teeth that bury themselves in numbing skin.

Dark scraps of fabric wrap his hands in poor semblance of fingerless gloves, and the friction of rubbing them together generates too little heat to chase from them the cold of the air.

Night envelops the park that was meant to be his place of rest, and he moves through it with the confidence of one who knows he goes unseen. Eyes flicking over the benches, lingering on the nook cocooned in plastic beneath the slide.

Should he choose to sleep there tonight the chances are good that he won’t wake when dawn breaks, and a corner of his mind whispers that the prospect of perpetual sleep may not be so bad a thing.

But he moves on. Boots crunching over frozen grass that grips tenaciously to life. Body hunching against the cold as he hits the sidewalk and travels the four blocks it takes to bring him to a darkened doorstep.

At the stoop he cups his hands in front of his mouth and blows on them. Squints up at the sky to try to catch the flicker of stars. Turns to watch the lazy progress of a car worn with age as it passes, until it swings out of sight and the echo of its motor fades into the wind.

Everything to stall the announcement of his presence and beg for sanctuary in a place that he knows doesn’t want him. His hesitation stretches into minutes as he mulls over options already half a dozen times considered and discarded.

Resignation tastes sour on his tongue as he raises a fist to rap knuckles against the safehouse door, and he loathes the way his heart knocks against his ribs as the porch light comes alive. As the door swings inward, and the man who answers presses forward in an unsubtle blockage of the egress. Silent as he looks over the visitor with an unwelcome pinch to his expression.

And why shouldn’t he be denied access? The Stray is the embodiment of his sobriquet. A pet passed from hand to hand to hand, until the last let him slip through its fingers and left him to go feral on the streets.

“There’s no way-“

“There’s nowhere else.” The Stray levels his gaze on the man, aiming for a look he hopes is benign. “Just one night. That’s it.”

“You aren’t safe.” It’s blunt. It’s true.

“I’ll sleep in the basement,” he tries, with an intentional pitch just shy of desperate. It’s as close as he’ll come to saying please. “I won’t go near the rescues, and I’ll leave in the morning.”

The volunteer gives him a wary appraisal, and he uses the moment to exhale a strategic breath over his cold stiff hands.

A sigh curls vapor through the air. “Fine.” The volunteer lifts a finger in warning as he vacates the doorway. “But you steer clear of everyone. You start anything and you’re out for good.”

“Alright.” The Stray steps over the threshold, body relishing the wash of heat that greets him. As the door closes he casts a glance at the street, and already misses the freedom it offers that no one else could.

It’s in him to bolt. To express his change of mind with the flap of a hand and a turn of his heels. To leave behind that place that would thrill to see the last of him.

But there’s nowhere else to go. No bridge unburned that he could reach on foot before the winter claims him.

The deadbolt engages with a click of finality that he tells himself isn’t real, and his eyes touch on the windows and doors as he refamiliarizes himself with the house. With the exits, the escape paths.

“One night,” the volunteer recites as he leads the way to the basement door.

“One night.” The Stray can handle that. One night, and then back to the streets that are his home.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump1 #bbu #abandoned box boy #box boy universe #mild suicidal ideation tw #The Stray

[mournersrp]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑      |      𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐈

ketterdam  teems  with  liars  and  cheats.  another  dim  lit  day  littered  with  blurred  lines  and  loose  morals,  there  is  nothing  sacred  surrounding  the  clamour  which  enshrouds  the  barrel.  so  when  it’s  silent,  you  start  to  worry.  it’s  a  deafening  boom  that  causes  the  crows  to  file  out  the  slat’s  egress,  where  henrik  von  der  leyen  stands  with  a  line  of  uniforms  behind  him,  the  neighbouring  streets  alight  with  panicked  patrons  and  incendiary  smoke.  naivety  may  presume  they  were  stadwatch  at  the  mercy  of  a  displeased  mercher,  but  the  dregs  knew  better  of  their  visitants  militarized  dispositions.  good  afternoon  ...  a  legion  of  craniums  snap  toward  the  voice,  cautionary  glances  swapped  for  charged  glares  as  the  intruder  takes  shape  amidst  the  pandemonium.  you  have  something  of  mine  ..  of  my  daughter’s  ...  i  do  believe  you  will  want  to  make  a  deal  ...  a  swift  strike  of  crow’s  head  cane  against  cobblestone  snares  attention,  where  a  sandstone  voice  caustically  counters:  i  hope  you  came  with  a  price.  wielding  a  sharp  tongue,  the  bastard  of  the  barrel  stalls  for  the  lives  of  his  flock.  his  peripheral  catches  crew  taking  up  arms,  grisha  whose  limbs  twitch  to  act.  they  wait  for  a  death  sentence  he  cannot  carry  out.  not  responsibly,  not  yet.

the  ambassador  recedes.  soldiers  step  forth,  slung  rifles  rolled  from  sinistral  shoulders,  dropped  upon  palms  and  drawn  up  to  aim.  amongst  the  fjerdan  battalion  emerge  two  figures,  contained  by  chains  and  haphazardly  hooded.  when  liberated  from  veiled  obscurity,  countenance  reveals  nothing  but  vacant  sockets,  eyes  glazed  over  and  devoid  of  insurrection,  structures  starved  and  hollow,  physiques  strained  by  little  but  compliance  beneath  the  influence  of  advanced  toxin.  the  first  summoner  manifests  heat,  such  fever  that  the  solar  sphere  within  their  destructive  grasp  bursts  into  a  brilliant  blaze.  then,  it  is  almost  an  echo  as  the  shade  closes  in,  henrik  bellowing  as  he  dissipates  into  the  growing  gloom:  you  may  not  die  today  ..  or  tomorrow  ..  but,  one  way  or  another  ...  i  am  going  to  win.  tendrils  of  shadow  materialize  betwixt  the  second  summoner’s  palms.  their  hands  pull  apart,  tearing  the  darkness  with  force  whilst  blood  pours  from  nostrils,  until  all  light  is  snuffed  out.

in  the  pitch  black  void  of  the  barrel,  the  doors  of  the  slat  are  swung  shut,  and  a  volley  of  bullets  bombard  its  fabrikated  gateway.  there  is  a  glowing  warmth  pressing  inward,  flames  which  begin  to  lick  at  brickwork  seek  timber  with  a  newfound  fervor.  but  unlike  ketterdam’s  frightened  citizens,  the  dregs  muster  a  feral  sense  of  calm  that  they  could  only  see  through  calamity.  time  and  time  again,  visions  have  narrowed  in  on  the  crow  king  for  a  plan.  a  war  outside,  and  silhouettes  remain  suspended  in  silence.  windows  fragment  as  shots  spray  crystalline  shards  across  the  ground  floor.  there  is  a  breath,  a  heartbeat,  a  final  exhale  before  cognition  shifts  and  gears  click.  they  will  let  the  slat  burn  in  exchange  for  a  body  count,  architecture  of  fabrikation  able  to  withstand  the  brunt  of  the  damage  till  they  return  to  smother  the  fire.  the  scheme:  drop  henrik’s  first  line  of  defense,  proceed  out  the  ingress,  incapacitate  the  summoners,  and  rally  within  the  ratway.  oh,  and  survive.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

henrik  von  der  leyen  has  arrived  in  ketterdam  and  committed  his  first  act  of  retribution  for  the  death  of  his  daughter,  eira  von  der  leyen.  a  former  drüskelle  accompanied  by  a  shadow  &.  sun  summoner,  the  city  was  veiled  in  darkness  before  being  relit,  dual  grisha  compelled  into  complicity  by  a  new  strain  of  jurda  parem.  less  addictive,  but  far  more  imperious  &.  lethal,  the  user  steadily  succumbs  to  death  without  the  continuous  aid  of  a  healer.  with  the  slat  on  fire,  the  dregs  are  tasked  to  break  free  and  reassemble  within  the  ratway,  an  underground  tunnel  system  beneath  the  barrel  constructed  over  the  course  of  several  years  to  be  a  subsequent  base  of  operations  for  all  crows.  all  characters  should  be  fleeing  the  flames  &.  battling  their  way  to  the  makeshift  sanctuary.  this  is  part  one  of  a  two  part  event,  where  the  second  half  will  conclude  our  first  chapter  (  part  one  will  likely  last  for  roughly  a  week  before  we  proceed  with  our  conclusion  ).  during  the  event’s  duration,  we  ask  that  all  new  starters  take  place  surrounding  its  setting,  but  you  are  more  than  welcome  to  continue  all  threads  prior  to  it  as  well.  if  you  would  like  to  have  your  character  face  a  particular  element  with  force  (  combat  the  fire,  brawl  one  of  henrik’s  drüskelle,  come  head  to  head  with  a  summoner,  etc  ),  message  me  and  i  will  help  you  roll  for  injuries  /  outcomes.  &.  lastly,  if  you  have  any  questions  regarding  the  first  part  of  chapter  one,  feel  free  to  send  them  my  way  !

#mourn.chapter

[harmonytre-reblogs]

Steven Universe AU Hunger Games

Heyooooo, I’m gonna do a Steven AU hunger games game! I’ll take screenshots and maybe even sketch some scenes. Let me know if you’d like your AU to be included! (Up to 2 per person and only your own AUs. I don’t want to include anyone who wouldn’t want it.) There will be violence, but maybe wholesomeness too. (I’ll share a few of those later.) Let me know!

Griffen

Raspberry @raspberryguardian

Orion @fugitive-steven-au

Figgy

Coren @corrupted-baby

Mafia Steven @mafia-steven-au

Ammolite @thetitanau

Olivine @thetitanau

Quartz @roses-triplets

CC @roses-triplets

Light @from-a-distant-world

Dark @from-a-distant-world

Monster Steven @beingmonsterau

Feral @feralbeaststeeb

Bane @snekydoodle

Cactus @cactusstevenausblog

Egress @egressteven

Fairy @dormantpandadp

Masky @maskedcorruption-au

Amnesia @reesedoodles

Shattered @axolotluv

Angelo @the-pink-angel-boy

Dud @uncertain-future-au

Fawn @deerinheadlightssuau

#hunger games #game #steven universe au #Griffen

[365days365movies]

January 30, 2021: Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior

So, now that I’ve gotten through the first of these movies, it’s probably time to talk about the director of all four films, George Miller.

Miller’s an Australian director and medical doctor. Yeah, dude went to medical school, and in his last year there, started getting into filmmaking! Nice. He immediately came off as a budding director, and made his official directorial debut with his first film...Mad Max. Yeah. Very interesting guy. Today’s entry is his second film, and he’s since made films including Twilight Zone: The Movie, The Witches of Eastwick, Lorenzo’s Oil, Babe (yes, the pig one), Babe: Pig in the City (yes, the OTHER pig one), Happy Feet (not the pig one) and its sequel, Happy Feet Two. So, a pretty good filmography!

But throughout it all, Miller’s flagship passion was the Mad Max franchise, continuing with this movie, and eventually ending with Fury Road. And from what I’ve heard about these remaining two films, I’m in for a ride. Pun half-heartedly intended. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

An elderly narrator brings us in, telling the tale of the Road Warrior, Mad Max Rockatansky (Mel Gibson). He speaks of the downfall of modern society, punctuated by increased savagery, and the takeover of gangs on the world’s highways. People are ruined and forgotten, and they lose themselves. And these people include Max, who’s wandered out into the wilderness since losing his family. Yeah, Jess from the last movie? Dead. Guess she wasn’t doing so great after all.

Max and his dog are on the roads of Australia, where things have definitely changed. Ho longer around any vestige of civilization, the Road Warrior’s driving the Interceptor, being chased by punks on motorcycles, led by Wez (Vernon Wells), a cray, screaming dude with a bike and a mohawk..

After the chase, Max happens upon a recently-wrecked truck leaking gasoline, a much treasured resource in this post-apocalyptic landscape. Wez leaves, having been defeated, and Max gathers the fuel and goes his way. He drives through the desert until finding a mini-helicopter (a gyrocopter, it’s called), abandoned on the ground. 

After taking care of a carpet python (Morelia spilota; don’t know the subspecies), he finds himself ambushed by the Gyro Captain (Bruce Spence), who holds him up for his fuel. However, using his dog, Max gets the upper hand. Frightened, Gyro tells him of a huge supply of fuel somewhere in the desert. He agrees to show him in exchange for his life. Max agrees, and does this.

Yeah, he tied a string to the trigger of a gun, and tied the other end to Dog’s bone. Fuck yes.

Gyro’s true to his word, and he takes him to an oil refinery in the middle of the desert. It’s being used and guarded by a gang of some kind. Max sets up camp, tying Gyro to a dead tree and spying on the gang. That night, many gang members leave the refinery, and return the next day. I should mention, at this point, that we start to see some of the crazy vehicles I love so much in Fury Road. Which, yeah, HERE for that!

Anyway, the bikers, including good old Wez, go after a guy in a tricked-out buggy, incapacitating him and...taking...his wife. Yeah, these movies are really leaning on that to vilify their bad guys, huh? First it was Toecutter’s gang and the young couple, and now it’s these random people. Not the best gimmick in the world, but...OK?

Well, Max goes down to take their gasoline, and finds that the man has lived. Max brings him back to a small settlement, where they take him in. Meanwhile, a child with a boomerang, called Feral Kid (Emil Minty), watches. Cool.

Max is taken into the settlement, where oil is being refined as well. The settlers definitely don’t accept Max, and are ready to take his car and oust him into the wilderness without fuel. And then, the bikers return. And there are a LOT of them.

These are the Marauders, and they’ve taken some of the settlers captive. They’d gone out, only to be taken captive by Wez and the others. But Wez isn’t their leader. No...no, that would be the Warrior of the Wasteland! The Ayatollah of rock-and-roll-ah! THIS...is Lord Humungus (Kjell Nilsson)!

...Am I in love with this movie? Holy shit, I might be I mean, LOOK at that dude! With his voice and his scraggly-ass hair and Jason mask, he notes that the settlers sent out sentries to find a truck, with which to carry their gasoline and take it out of the desert. And as this is taking place, Feral Kid pops up, throws his steel boomerang, and kills Wez’ right hand man. WHAT

YES. MORE PLEASE. Feral Kid’s boomerang is thrown at him, misses, comes back and severs the fingers of the hand of Humungus’ mouth of Sauron dude, Toadie (Max Phipps). Humungus tries to calm the throngs, Wez included, and ends up putting Wez in a Sleeper. He tells the settlers to “just walk away, and [he] will spare [their] lives. Just walk away.”

...Yeah, I love Humungus. And his inevitable death saddens me more than I can properly say. Anyway, the settlers start debating whether or not they should walk away, and Max uses a little music-maker that he found to befriend the Feral Kid. The leader of the settlers, Pappagallo (Mike Preston) tries to convince them to flee with their fuel to a safe place. They continue to argue, until Max interjects with an offer.

Max can get them the vehicle to carry the tanker of gas that they have, but demands as much gas as he can carry, and the return of his vehicle. They agree to his terms, and Max heads off into the night to get the truck from earlier, with gas canisters and Dog in tow. With a little help from Feral Kid, he escapes the notice of the Marauders waiting nearby.

He catches up to Gyro, who’s managed to break free of the tree (well, mostly), and is quickly caught by Max in order to carry the gas canisters for the truck. They get back to Gyro’s gyro, where someone has died after being bitten by his...nonvenomous snake. Yeah, these films haven’t shown very high knowledge of zoology, huh?

They take to the air in the gyrocopter, and easily fly to the truck from the beginning of the film. They get it started, and Max leaves Gyro behind, although he protests to this, and follows behind in the copter. And then.he drives past Wez, who’s still enraged after losing his partner to boomerang hit.

By the way, I didn’t mention this about the gang, but they’re literally all wearing what looks to me like leather bondage gear? Like...I’m pretty certain that’s exactly what that is; it’s pretty obvious. ESPECIALLY Humungus and Wez’s partner, lemme tell you. Just a note, as this change in visual tone and style is going to carry throughout the rest of the series.

The Marauders run Max down, and Gyro saves the day with his snake, throwing it at one of the cars chasing him. Max JUST makes it into the Settlement, but a couple of the Marauders make it in as well, Wez amongst them. He kills a Settler using his favorite weapon, HIS OWN HEAD (fuck, this movie rules), and makes his was through the compound.

Max climbs the top of the wall, and uses a flamethrower on some of the men. Feral Kid throws a boomerang at Wez, who runs off with the rest of the Marauders. Gyro also arrives, landing in the settlement. Pappagallo, in the process, is shot in the leg with an arrow. Unfortunately, the damage sustained to the truck will take 12 hours to fix.

The Settlers thank Max for his help, but that doesn’t mean he’s staying there. That night, however, Humungus retaliates, and strings up their captured settlers for all to see, torturing them throughout the night. Nobody will make it out alive, by his promise. 

For the time being, Max and Gyro are still in the settlement, waiting for their chance to leave. Gyro tries to sneak away with a young woman, but she opts to stay out of loyalty to the Settlers. Also, her hair looks like a Who from Whoville. It had to be said...it had to be said. Pappagallo berated Max for just leaving, rather than helping the rest of them and driving the tanker. Max shoves aside Feral Kid, and he takes off.

However, this is NOT the best move on Max’s part, as he drives RIGHT THROUGH the Marauder camp, and Wez isn’t far behind him. Using a NOS system (EAT IT FAST AND FURIOUS FRANCHISE), they easily overtake Max and run him off the road, DESTROYING the V-8 Pursuit Special, and injuring Max something fierce. Somehow, though, he manages to escape. But one of them KILLS DOG WHAT THE FUCK MAN

Max crawls away and escapes, but is found by...Gyro! Gyro picks him up with the copter, and takes him back to the settlement. He wakes up in a medical tent, still quite hurt. Pappagallo details the plan: use the tanker as a distraction to allow the others to escape. Max, although still injured, volunteers to drive the tanker after all. He doesn’t say exactly why, but he is now stuck there without a method of egress, and he’s the best chance they have. I’m going to choose to believe that he does it for Dog. JOHN WICK STYLE BABY

The time has come. On both sides, they head for conflict. Gyro’s air support, dropping bombs on them. But he’s quickly shot down. Meanwhile, the settlers get out in vehicles of their own, taking advantage of the distraction of the tanker. And once they’re all out…

Now, all eyes are on Max and the Marauders! With the assistance of Warrior Woman (Virginia Hey), Feral Kid, and a few more settlers, Max tries to outdrive Wez and his group. And a LOT of shit happens here, so do yourself a favor and watch this video!

Rebecca and the other two settlers die, leaving only Max and Feral Kid behind. A LOT of Marauders die in the process, and then Lord Humungus catches up. As they shoot out the tires, Gyro (still flyin’, baby!) and some of the Settlers show up as backup. And...yup, another video. Yes, really.

After ALL OF THAT, Humungus ONCE AGAIN goes the way of Toecutter, and is killed by a head-on collision with a truck. Said truck careens off the road, and Mac and Feral Kid get out. It’s then that we see that the truck NEVER had fuel in it! No, instead it was a decoy! It allowed the vehicles, which actually contained the fuel, to escape to the safe North, away from the gangs.

The Narrator comes back, revealing that he’s the Feral Kid, and that their new leader was Gyro! And the Road Warrior. That was the last they ever saw of him. He lives now...only in his memories.

And THAT...was The Road Warrior, AKA Mad Max 2. WHOOOOOOOO!!! Second verse, same as the first; epilogue at the end of the weekend! LET’S GO PART 3

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Captives: Chapter.... 6??

Work: Lucia di Lammermoor/La Boheme crossover

Vampire!Ashtons, Fairy!Bucklaws.

Notes: Arturo and Lucia both survived their wedding night.

Main character: Marcello

Author notes: Whatever

Character guide

Rudolfo did not want to be a martyr; no, he wanted to live free as much as any of the rest, but they all did. His companions did not deserve the punishment that this prison left them. Schaunard became wearier each day; he and Colline deserved to go home and be together. Marcello's temper would get him killed, and soon enough Musetta would grow bored of this dreary estate and seek him out again, as was the nature of their fickle love. Rudolfo deserved this no more than the others, but his temper was even and his lady love was dead. A poet's heart could survive captivity, if it was in sacrifice for his friends.

"Tell me your conditions," Rudolfo said. "If you will let the others go free, I will comply with them, absolutely and without struggle. Pity me, please, my lord."

Ashton stared coolly down at him, but there was a calculation behind his features.

"Their freedom for yours? No tricks, no fighting?"

"I swear it."

"Then come with me."

The vampire led him down to the east wing, where he lived himself, and down a stairwell there. At the bottom, there was a heavy door into what Rudolfo first supposed was a wine cellar, but which had at the end of it another heavy door. There was another hall and another door, this one smaller. They turned tothe left, through a portal and a passageway, lined with old stone but otherwise empty. To the right was a metal gate, and they passed through that, closing it behind them. Ashton handed the candle he was holding to Rudolfo for a moment to lift a heavy bar, and when they passed into the room behind it, he took the candle from Rudolfo and had him open the next. There was another stairwell behind a trapdoor, and Rudolfo wondered what could be at the other end of it, but they did not take it; instead, they made an egress from that room through a red exit which opened into a dark chamber. From there, there was a heavy, barred iron door. Inside this one, as soon as it was opened, there came a hissing.

The figure inside, chained with shackles to the wall, jumped at their approach. At first it was huddled in shadow, too dark to see, but when it jumped up against its iron chains towards them, a man’s face was clearly exposed even in the dim candlelight.

Rudolfo’s heart beat fast with fear and he pressed himself up against the steel door behind him. It wasn’t the fact that this was a clearly feral vampire and it was actively trying to kill him that frightened him so much, although that certainly didn’t help and should probably have been a higher priority. It was the fact that he recognized that face.

It was from Marcello’s portraits.

Each successive painting had started with the blurred and broken images on damaged canvases and had been working slowly towards this goal. This was the creature.

“Hideous, isn’t he?” Lord Ashton asked almost casually.

“He’s wild.”

“More than wild. Fresh.” Ashton struck the bound vampire, which pulled back with a growl for mere seconds before shooting forward again at Rudolfo. “It’s an ‘it,’ not a ‘he’ right now. A freshly turned vampire won’t calm down and become a man again until certain conditions are filled.”

“W-what conditions?” Rudolfo asked, as his blood ran icy cold and drained from his face. He already had his suspicions.

“As of yet, he has never tasted blood,” Ashton said. “It’s difficult to help a young vampire drink his fill without killing the victim or turning and enthralling it. It requires proper preparation and a victim who knows how to respond. Usually it’s done in circumstances much like the one you see before you: the feral vampire in chains, the room barred, an elder vampire ready to tear the two apart.”

“But why him? Why me?”

“This,” said Ashton, “is Sir Edgardo Ravenswood, my sister’s former suiter.”

Rudolfo almost forgot to feign surprise; Ashton didn’t know that he and his companions had figured that out weeks ago. “You have a sister?” he asked, lamely.

Ashton nodded gravely. “She is married now, for a year; you will likely never meet her. But this man was almost her ruin.” He circled the room, practically floating with his nobleman’s grace, candle still in hand, casting Edgardo’s face in an uncomfortable shadow. “This creature, when he was still alive, was a bitter enemy of our family, sworn to destroy us. He attracted her affections by chance one day, and nearly seduced her. When at last I persuaded her to leave him and his treachery and to agree to the marriage that had been arranged for her - with a kind, respectable man, I might add - he entered our home unwelcome, broke into the wedding, and made a spectacle in front of the guests. He humiliated her, called her a faithless whore, and were it not for a man of god who stopped him, almost took his sword to me. The shame almost destroyed my sister.” Ashton turned back to Rudolfo, standing behind Edgardo now. He held the feral vampire with one arm, held the candle out in front of him so that their faces were lit dramatically. “I challenged this man to a duel that very night. We met at dawn. In my rage, I hardly knew what I was doing; I claimed his life and bound him to me.”

Rudolfo swallowed. “But why do you keep him-”

“I refuse to let him out now,” Ashton said, interrupting. Rudolfo shut his mouth, not willing to interrupt a monologue. “It would be a reminder of my sister’s shame, and he is a blot on the family. To release him as a feral would be condemning the peasants as they work in their fields. To tend him as a thrall and son would be to expose my servants to him, my own household. Nobody knows that he is alive.”

“How has he not starved to death, yet?” Rudolfo asked under his breath. Ashton continued to ignore him.

“I cannot keep him here forever; the longer he is starved, the more his bloodlust will grow, and the longer his rampage when he is finally released. Be that tomorrow or a hundred years from now, the world will pay for his hunger. I have no choice but to give him a household of his own, and to charge him to leave this place, never to return.

“You and your friends, Rudolfo, were to be that household. You were urchins from Paris, paupers who would not be missed. You were peasants, humans; educated enough, but such scoundrels that it brought me no moral shame to take you from your homes, never to be missed.”

“You said that you would release us, in time,” Rudolfo said.

“I did under the condition that you would comply with my wishes,” Ashton said. “Not one of you has even made an attempt. Colline, through fear, has avoided getting caught, and you, Rudolfo, have shown the barest semblance of sense. Based on my initial conditions, I am not bound to release any of you. Ever.”

“You are a liar.”

“I took advantage of your savage nature, but I did not raise that nature in you. That was your own curse.”

Rudolfo raked his fingers through his hair and leaned against the wall. “Why are you telling me this? Have your plans changed?”

“Because I would prefer compliance,” Ashton said. “Your lot are unbelievably annoying when you don’t act of your own accord. I am not a barbarian, as you have so creatively called me. I prefer not to kill, turn, or entrance if there is a civilized alternative. If I am to give this feral beast a household, he will either need willing servants or vampire thralls. Which will it be, Rudolfo? One willing human or four vampire sons?”

Rudolfo swallowed. “I will have to consider this.”

“Consider quickly,” Ashton said. “You know the secret of Lammermoor now, hidden in this basement behind this door. I will not allow that secret to leave this room; and if it does, then you know who will suffer for it.”

Rudolfo understood clearly.

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LISTEN ALL NIGHT (suf-fering)

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Little-Sapphire Boy

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