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inavagrant-a · 1 year

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@scarletooyoroi said:

"Have you seen it too? That lil bridge made of 'something' that swims inside of your Vision?" Today found itself drumming down to a slower tempo. Progress, after all, follows their stride as Mondstadt seems to be glimmering more than the norm after their 'somehow paid volunteer work'. Thoma's attention was drawn to the gem as they returned from their latest mission complete, capturing a view only the wielder of said Vision could drink in.

Where was the beginning and end to this bridge? Exactly where did this helix desire to traverse? Waxing philosophical was a now and between hobby, and in moments like this, he always finds intrigues in Tetsuya's perceptions on life. "I can't find myself believing that it's the work of a god doing this. It's too involved, too personal." So what exactly was he trying to say? The blonde found his face screwed in a touch of wonder until a thought cracks through akin to lightning. There was one idea. "What if a divine nature of our own making slept within us all this time? This strength feels like it beats to the same rhythm of my heart."

Tetsuya disregards this total and complete waste of his time as community service, though he supposes at this point he should grow accustomed with the concept of accountability as much as it pains him so. Truth enough is not so much of a pain, it gives him something to do, actions have consequences after all. Of course Mondstadt wasn't going to take the scuffle between him and Thoma by simply laying down and allowing the two to go at it at their utmost content. They are doing this land a favor, he would say, it is looking much more better than it did before. It should count its blessings. Regardless Tetsuya wasn't one to take such labor work gracefully if only because it feels far too mortal for his own liking, to slave away and wait for it to bear some fruit for the efforts. The wanderer has been keeping to himself this entire time even if perhaps from the corner of his eye he can see that Thoma is contemplating something. He can not say he cares, that's his business... which he voices here moments after, ensnaring Tetsuya's attention.

The wanderer furrows his brows at the subject at hand. Visions is it? Tch.

"... So you're one of those people." It almost sounds like an insult, and if it's taken that way then fine, so be it. Thoma sounds like the traveler and many others quite honestly, the traveler also feels like there's meaning and something intentional behind those who receive visions and the element they resonate with. Why the traveler would think such a crazy thing still goes beyond Tetsuya's mind since in the past he has shown them unashamed so that Gods do not function off any sort of logic and or any sort of intention. It is all at and to their whims, there is never any weight behind it. He would know that best since he too acted in such a manner himself. The pyro user always seemed to have the tendency of getting philosophical over many a things, so it is not that huge of a surprise that he thinks these visions are anything special. He will admit, however, that Thoma is the first person to say that he does not believe these are gifts from Gods. "Seen something?" He asks with a slightly annoyed tint to his eyes. Tetsuya has not seen anything... but he has heard. Tetsuya hears something inside his vision, something he can not really make sense of yet.

It's a small sound, a deaf howl, almost tender in nature and it disgusts him. If Tetsuya bothers to listen intently to it he could swear it is trying to talk to him, trying to communicate with him something it wishes for him to understand, to comprehend and firmly grip. What that thing is, well, it is still a mystery and not something the wanderer ponders upon for too long since to him his vision is more so a source of power. He is like a mountain that will not bend before the wills of the angriest and chilliest of northern winds. "You believe them to not be gifts from the Gods then," the wanderer simplifies if only to spare the ramblings themselves for they are hollow and devoid of meaning. Not worth his time as many things are in this world as of late. He is past his expiration date. "Hah, that's all inside your head." He will now unleash upon the other wisdom worth his while, to release him of what make-believe superstitious belief he has come to conclude for himself on his own. "They're mere sources of power that's all they are." Cursed with divinity or not he's not going to dwell on that detail far too long for it makes him ill, it makes him sick. Besides the idea of a vision being much more personal and in-tune with its chosen vessel rather than it coming from a God is not something Tetsuya finds himself able to believe. How can a mere weak mortal accomplish such a task? Such a thing? He can't fathom it so.

"No need to break your little head over it, Thoma." So he believes, turning his attention to what lies ahead. "They're mere batteries, power for you to use. Don't question it and simply put it to good use." Not like Thoma hasn't already shown that he can accomplish such things with it already. Whatever mystery many believe revolve around visions, they're victims to the sways of fairy tales, how sad.

#scarletooyoroi #inquiries.#in character.#act iii: wanderer.#thoma getting philosophical about visions:#tetsuya: i'm here to tell you i don't give a fuc k #AWRAXAWRAXA NO BU T #i too have a couple of things hc'd about visions especially #the way my son's manifested how it did #thoma be spitting

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meatriarchived · 8 months

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❛ when i get out of here, i’m going to kill you. i promise you that. ❜ / guy in no position to make threats, making threats (im handing him over to thomas knowing it's so over so do whatever u want with him <3) | @lifesver

oh but what if i were to continue from here - cw for d.eath / g.ore / v.iolence / t.orture / s.kinning / s.calping

gut-wrenching screams from the girl hanging from meathook ceased abruptly as chainsaw worked through her abdomen, body jerking lifelessly by the force of the blades and motor ripping through flesh and bone.

the saw is silenced as its' yanked without care back out of her, sending a HEATED PILE of maria's insides splattering down onto the floor below her. turning to place the saw down, now off, thomas turns head towards the BOY opposite to what was once former friend, and the air continues to fill with the boys hoarse, horrendously heart-breaking screams and cries and wails, of THREATS THOMAS KNOWS HE HAS NO BUSINESS MAKING.

and to lelands' ears through his own spitting of VENOM at the hulking figure before him, comes a deep, yet quiet chuckle.

amusement was found in hazel eyes from past leathered half-mask as thomas looked down at the boy.

HE DESERVED TO FEEL THIS ACHE.

thomas moves closer to leland, head tilting down at the boy - a crumpled mess of tears and hate and broken determination - and large, calloused, dirtied hands reach up and grabs at lelands' jaw, forcing his head from side to side, ignoring the continuous onslaught of insult and threat to observe the face on this one. how jawline curves to meet throat, how brows accentuate the eyes glowering up at him...thomas finds his other hand touching his own face gingerly, carefully - and eyes darken at what the man has in store.

hand rips off lelands' face and he grabs him by the arms, hoisting him up quickly to free him from his suspension by chains on the beams above their heads, throwing him onto the ground to break chainlink as the force of hitting the ground knocks the air from him. without a second to spare him to catch breath, thomas has him lifted once again and tossed over his shoulder, turning to the large slab of wooden table in the middle of the room - to his butchers' block - and drops leland right atop it, head swinging down first to black him out - to give thomas enough time to keep him still.

as leland's vision blackens and blurs in and out from back to back impact, thomas scours about for heavy nails and mallet, and limb by limb he circles the butchers' table, hammering down steel onto ankle and wrist and throat to ensure no likelihood of escape for the brave, resilient, DOOMED YOUNG JOCK.

as he does so, thomas recalls the last few hours - where the family had been alerted by luda mae's call of a group of kids' wanderin' about, to keep eye and ear out for them. he recalls peering out the windows of the home, to see this same one ATTACKING HIS FAMILY.

visions of him knocking sissy over-

visions of him tackling johnny onto the ground, fists beating down wildly-

visions of him trying desperately to get thomas' attention, of grabbing anything heavy he could find and lift to then THROW AT HIM-

jaws clench and teeth grind down against one another as thomas remembers all too well what THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR did to HIS FAMILY.

IT WILL NOT BE FORGIVEN.

thomas' grip on heavy mallet in hand tightens, and, as anger surges in his chest he lifts it above leland's body and brings it down onto his legs - SHATTERING BONE, ELICITING SUDDEN SCREAM OF AGONY FROM HIM.

the sound is DELICIOUS to thomas' ears, and once again, for other leg, does he bring the mallet down - BONES YET AGAIN BREAKING UNDERNEATH WELL-WORKED MUSCLE. and as leland writhes on the table, his dear little friends' face above his view, staring down blankly down at him, thomas circles the table to stand beside both youths. hand reaches up, oh so tenderly lifting maria's face, head drooped without life to keep upright any longer, and looks it over, brushing away what was once beautiful brunette locks to get a better look, and then lets go - letting head drop down once again.

thomas looks to leland again, spitting curses and threat in between sob and anguish and pain in spite of his position. in spite of knowing damn well that this is the end.

thomas sets mallet down, and lifts up a blade in its place - a delicate thing in such massive hands, kept exceptionally sharp, exceptionally precise. and thomas returns in front of maria, gathering hair in opposite hand, pulling it away from once lively features, and sets blade against throat, and ever so slowly, carefully, experienced, does it glide through skin to opposite side, curtain of red slowly oozing down to chest from incision.

and thomas ensure leland watches - in between all USELESS BABBLING AND SPUTTERING AND PLEADS - as he meticulously continues incision all around maria's head and face, until he meets the original point of entry and he sets blade down. and dirtied fingers push between skin and muscle to find holding, and thomas slowly PEELS OFF HER SKIN FROM AROUND HER SKULL, strings of blood stretching from muscle to MASK.

he carefully removes her face until it is resting in hands, and thomas returns to the side of the butcher table, eyes focused on leland's face as he drops maria's down on his chest, hollowed eyes stare in his direction.

as leland devolves into horrified incoherence, thomas' hands reach to back of head, untying his half mask and slipping it off, dropping it off to the side. it has used up it welcome across his face.

thomas can see clearly the closeness that these TRESPASSERS, these ASSAILANTS have with one another - it is akin, in his eyes, to the bonds of his family. and like any of them would weep over the loss of one of their own, thomas knows it is the same for THESE ONES.

he already took care of the first that johnny brought home - the girl, whose face lies atop of her friend. he remembers her clearly. doe eyes wide in horror up at him. her kicking and screaming. her pleads and sobs to let her go. thomas almost felt sorry for her. she seemed kind. yet, he had seen the claw marks made by her on johnnys' arms and face - and he knew she could not be kept around. she harmed him, and she could not stay alive to do WORSE.

and now, with these other five running about, attacking HIS FAMILY, HURTING THEM, BEING CRUEL TO THEM, INSULTING HIM-

thomas knew very well where to dig in and twist the knife with this one. and he's going to dig and twist just a little deeper before he ends his miserable, short-lived life.

hand finds maria's face, turning and fiddling with it, finding the cut separating the back of her head, and - eyes keeping down on leland, meeting and keeping contact with the young mans' own, THOMAS SLIPS MARIA'S FACE OVER HIS OWN, slowly fitting it over his own features, tugging and pulling carefully, until maria's face sits so unnaturally, so horribly stretched out, over the disfigured features of his own. adjusting it as eyes stay focused on leland - through sockets that once held maria's kind, gentle, warm sunbathed honey-brown irises. the eyes that he had known for so long, now replaced by this monsters' own.

HE WORE HER FACE NOW.

SHE NO LONGER EXISTED - and he parades her face now, taunting the life of a girl far too sweet for the evils of this world.

❛ when i get out of here, i’m going to kill you. i promise you that. ❜

another amused sound comes from the man looming over leland. his threats mean nothing, and thomas knows that he knows this. he is all but wasting breath and energy fighting against restraints, eyes wild and mad, tears overflowing in all directions as helplessly, hatefully, he stares back at the man who has made mockery of maria's face.

thomas finds handle of chainsaw once again, lifting it and giving the string a harsh tug - letting it roar once again back to life. eyes find lelands, and voice sounds out above the mechanical screams of the saw as thomas retorts back to him - responding at last to all the vitriol lelands' last breath were wasted on,

"YOU JOIN HER NOW. TELL HER SHE WAS PRETTY."

with that, chainsaw is lifted up in air and comes down, vertically aligned to his chest, and as was done to maria moments ago, it breaks through skin and muscle and bone into leland's abdomen, sending flurries and sprays of blood and intestine and organ in all directions, painting the room in a fresh crimson. and as quickly as they began, leland's blood-curdling screams die off into silence as body jolts and jerks about on the butchers' table, until thomas has made an utter mess of body.

IT MAY NOT BE USABLE AS MEAT, BUT THOMAS KNOWS THAT THIS IS ONE THAT JOHNNY MAY LIKE TO KEEP A WHILE LONGER.

saw eases to stop, set down beside table as thomas walks slowly to the head of it, looming above leland's blank stare up at him. hands reach for it, and slowly caress against face, tilting it from one side to the other, looking at skin and nose and jawline, at lips and cheeks.

HE WAS ALSO PRETTY.

small blade is returned in hand as thomas leans closer down to the boy, and, like marias' before, thomas slowly works at peeling face from skull, carefully separating muscle and ligament from skin layers, until he holds it gently in hand, looking it over, ensuring there isn't need to fix edges, before standing and walking to the old sewing machine some feet away.

the man plops down into chair in front of it, switching on light in arms reach and finding thread and needle, creating adjustable ties for when he's ready to slip on another HANDSOME FACE.

#thomas wondering why the hell this jock keeps spitting insults at him when HES clearly the one who trespassed and attacked his family- :///#[ tbh ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { thomas. }#death cw #gore cw #skinning cw #violence cw #scalping cw

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