…that I spent the last two hours writing this. Seriously, I have so much other nonsense I need to do, and yet here I am… doing this. Someone told me that another author actually started a long term Labyrith!AU on AO3, but I haven’t seen it, so if you come across it let me know? Why did I write this??? What is wrong with me????? Why??? WHY????
But I’m not gonna actually write this whole thing, I just wrote this part because IF I were to write a Tomarry Labyrinth AU… It would go something like this:
Summary: Earth is becoming less and less of a desirable to live in, and for (Y/N), it’s becoming overwhelming. Not able to cope with the newest changes, seeing an evil (Y/N) had hoped would be dying reemerge, (Y/N) falls into a seemingly deep sorrow. Though there is a fighting spirit within, (Y/N) can’t seem to get over how humanity played its cards this time around. Hope feels lost, until one strange evening, when everything takes an unexpected turn.
A/N: I mean, someone was going to do this eventually right? So why not? In light of the shit that was our election, here’s a sorta pick me up. It takes place in the future, so I tried to figure out what Earth would look like given the circumstances. I tried to keep it kinda generic, but I also wanted to highlight some of the legit concerns so people felt like their personal struggle was present here. Hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is welcome :)
The night was frigid, the breeze blowing over you just enough to remind you of the temperature. With a shiver you pulled your jacket closer to you in hopes to savor in any warmth it could provide. Despite how cold it was, you wanted to stay outside a while longer, and stare out at the mystical night sky. Given its quiet, enchanting existence above you, you tended to turn to it for escape. Even if for a fleating moment, it brought you a small bit of peace and reflection.
Sirens echoed through the air, bringing you back to reflection rather than a distant day dream. The sound alone was becoming all too common and unsettling. You could no longer tell what was happening or to who it was happening to. For all you knew it could have been your neighbors, passers by, tourists, or something entirely irrelevant. No matter when you heard them however, the reason for their presence never seemed to be positive.
Staring out at the sky still you sighed, shaking your head faintly.
“Why did this…this of all things have to happen?”
You knew you weren’t going to get any sort of verbal let alone tangible answer back, but you always held hope that one day, you would. One day, someone would hear you.
You shook your head, “So much for a sign.”
Sighing again you flopped backwards onto the grass beneath you, keeping your eyes on the glimmering stars. Even in the frigid temperatures, finding peace of mind was far more desirable, no matter how difficult. At least with the stars, there was something to pull your attention away.
Staring at the little dipper above you in all its shimmering glory, you focused your attention to it. Though you had seen it a million times before, something about analyzing the stars that crafted its shape brought you some temporary peace. In focusing on the simple structure, your mind could be fooled into being distracted.
As your eyes stayed on it, something suddenly caused your brows to furrow as it drew your gaze. Another beaming star seemed to appear suddenly from the middle of the dipper, appearing literally out of thin air. The longer you looked at it, the larger it seemed to be growing. With your brows furrowed you slowly sat up, supporting your weight with your hands behind you.
Here’s the full LabBuddies design of Sjin’s grand Blacksmith, Berym.
I did promise @berym I’d come up with a design for him since he’d be making a brief appearance in the backstory behind the main events of LabBuddies and a cameo in my fanart response series.
Good lord, he was difficult… mostly because I can’t draw beards to save my life. Those long black leather gloves have two functions, one, they protect his uncovered arms from the embers from the forge and, two, I don’t have to worry too much about muscle structure. Huzzah! I also decided against a metal mask for protection in favour of a black cloth bandanna/mask. It protects his magnificent beard and doubles for wiping away the sweat.
(once again, the tallest line in teal is the tallest character’s height.(Rythian))
While the giallo film can vary in some aspects (such as an added essence of gothic horror, or leaning more towards a police procedural), the subgenre has a few traits that distinguish it apart from regular horror or thriller films.
Origins. The word giallo is Italian for “yellow”. In 1929, Milan-based publishing company Mondadori launched a series of detective/thriller novels. These books were known for their trademark yellow covers, hence the name, giallo. Most of these were stories translated from British mystery fiction, from writers such as Agatha Christie, or Edgar Wallace. Before these books gained in popularity, the concept of the “detective” was actually very foreign to Italian readers.
Setting. Because of the origin of the giallo as an Italian property (though Germany had its own lesser version, known as the krimi), most (if not all) giallo take place in Italy. Many of the sets in these films border on visual extravagance, and by today’s standards, may appear quite camp, since the height of popularity for the giallo was during the 1960’s and 1970’s (though there are contemporary giallo films, the demand for them has long since waned, and only the most innovative achieve mainstream recognition).
Characters. During the run of the subgenre’s popularity, tourism in Italy was experiencing a major boom. Travel had become a fad for those who could afford it (known as the “jet-set”), so many giallo feature non-Italian tourists as their protagonists. Unlike in the “slasher” subgenre that they would help inspire, the characters in giallo films are usually in their 20’s or 30’s (though sometimes older). They also tend to be successful, of good social standing, and at the height of fashion. Quite a few of these films have been centered around fashion models and photographers. Style played a very large part in defining the giallo.
Wardrobe. Not only are the protagonists highly fashionable, but the giallo also has certain signature items of clothing for the antagonist: Either black leather gloves, a black trench coat or raincoat, or both. While not present in every giallo, these are common enough to be a trope of the subgenre.
Mystery/Detection. While not always formal, investigation is the seed from which the rest of the film is nurtured to fruition. It is the key element of the giallo subgenre.
Psychoanalysis. Whether it be the protagonist’s inner struggle to remember what they’ve witnessed, or the compulsions of the killer, psychology usually serves as the underlying cause of conflict.
Eroticism. While this element can vary from tame to saturated, there is always an element of sexuality in the giallo, usually in the form of the wardrobe of the female lead, or female supporting characters.
Shocking violence. Much removed from the reservations of British literature, the giallo features various levels of hyper-violence (though there are a handful that shied away from this aspect). The deaths are often highly imaginative, in order to match the other various excesses of the subgenre.
Baroque, ambiguous titles. While it doesn’t apply to every giallo, there are enough that exhibit this trait to make it a trope. A few examples:
The Bird with the Crystal Plumage (1970) Four Flies on Gray Velvet (1971) The Flower with the Petals of Steel (1973) The House with Laughing Windows (1976) A Lizard in a Woman’s Skin (1971) Five Dolls for an August Moon (1970) The Black Belly of the Tarantula (1971) Seven Deaths in the Cat’s Eye (1973) The Red Queen Kills Seven Times (1972) Twitch of the Death Nerve (aka Bay of Blood) (1971)
Soundtrack. One of the most distinctive qualities of the giallo subgenre. Typical components include smooth, “lounge” music, delicate melodies on either strings or piano, sharp, discordant notes, and softly-sung lyrics. Notable composers include Ennio Morricone, Goblin, Fabio Frizzi (a personal favorite), and Bruno Nicolai.
Cinematography. The giallo has a very stylistic flair in which it is both lit, and photographed. Skewed camera angles, frequent use of the killer’s POV, off-center framing, outright surrealism, and extreme close-ups are only a few of the tactics used by Italian directors. The use of color tends to be vivid, invoking the look and feel of a pulp comic cover (and also just as lurid).
In essence: Successful, fashionable young socialites vacationing in Italy, usually becoming the witness to a murder, and taking it upon themselves to track down the killer. Meanwhile, various men or scantily-clad women are creatively murdered by a psychologically warped individual in a long, black coat, and black leather gloves. Probably has a title that makes very little sense, and often makes a vague comparison to an animal body part for a reason that’s mentioned for maybe two seconds of the film’s running time. Smooth jazz music interrupted by harsh chords, or creepy singing children. Vivid reds, bizarre camera angles, and lots of close-ups of eyeballs.
One by one Alberto held the silver bullets to the lamp light, the pads of his fingertips sliding over the intricately etched casings. Carefully, his eyes scanned for defects in the craftsmanship as he slowly counted the number of crosses carved into the outer shells, mentally nodding in satisfaction when they summed to the requisite ten. It was no simple task to create a bullet filled with holy water; high levels of both artistry and faith were needed to fashion a weapon that could withstand the firing of a gun without turning the precious liquid held within into steam. However, if there were anyone who could produce as many miracles as Jesus himself, if was Don Francesco.
“Twelve bullets as usual,” the priest looked up at the younger man over the rim of his spectacles. “Use them wisely.”
Alberto’s ochre eyes briefly darted to Don Francesco before placing the bullet on the red velvet cloth alongside the others. “You know I never miss.”
“True, but.…” Images of men just as young, just as strong, and just as intelligent as Alberto who now lay in the cold earth outside of the church flashed across the priest’s mind. “You are only human, my son.”
Alberto reached under his vest to pull his revolver from its holster, cold steel glinting in the candlelight.
“Rest assured, none know more than I the limitations of my humanity, padre.”
Sorry I haven’t posted in forever I’ve been really busy with exams coming up and I have had this written for a while but was never able to post it.
Anyway I hope you like this (it’s my first Calum one so I’m exciting)
This was requested by an adorable anon and will most likely be continued
Let me know what you think and please keep requesting
Y/BF/N=Your Best Friend’s Name
This is similar to the type of dress Y/N would be wearing (I don’t own this photo)
I watched as the flames lit up the village helplessly. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as the heat from the fire radiated against the glass windows while I watched my beautiful kingdom burn down. The kingdom that in a few years will be mine to rule… Would have been mine to rule. The smoke from the burning homes began to cover up my view and within moments it was all I could see.
My bedroom door burst open and I turned to see my mother, she was panting heavily and her crown was slightly crooked, I’d never seen her in a state like this before. She ran towards me, lifting the skirt of her heavy gown up to make it easier to move. She grabbed my hands and looked at me with tears threatening to spill from her eyes “Y/N, my dear, I’m sorry but you need to leave” she said as she turned away. I looked at my feet, knowing nothing I could say would change anything “You must understand, it’s for your own good” she said as I felt her turn to face me again “Yes mother, I understand” I said quietly. “I’ll have your Lady in waiting prepare you a suitcase, you’re leaving immediately” she said before hurriedly leaving the room. I sighed and proceeded to walk towards my bed and sitting on it, I glanced over towards where the dozens of cushions lay as I thought that this may be the last time I ever sit on this bed.
In a frenzy, my Lady in waiting ran over to me “your highness, I’m so sorry to hear of the news” she said softly, “oh Y/BF/N” I cried as I hugged her. “It will be okay Princess, here let me pack your bag, might I remind you that we need to get you out immediately before the attack reaches the castle” she said before swiftly walking over to my large wardrobe and pulling out several gowns and pairs of shoes and packed them into a bulky trunk. Once she was done, she brought out a long black cloak with a hood that would completely cover me as I moved through the darkness of the night. I placed the cloak on and followed Y/BF/N out of the room and out of the castle.
Once we were out on the street, I held part of the cloak to the lower half of me face to keep myself from breathing in the thick smoke. A carriage appeared out of the darkness and Y/BF/N guided me to enter it, however she did not enter the carriage with me. “The Queen doesn’t know I’m doing this but I got you this” she said as she handed me a black leather satchel “it contains some things I thought you might need, be safe and good luck” she whispered before leaving quickly. I called out to her but she had disappeared and before I knew it, the carriage had left and the journey began. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I was escaping my once beautiful kingdom.
I cried the entire journey, I cried for my mother who only wanted to keep me safe, I cried for my father who had left early in the night to lead his army against the soldiers who attacked the village and I cried for Y/BF/N, who had no way of escaping the conflict. I cried so much that I fell asleep from emotional exhaustion.
I was awoken when I felt the carriage pull to a harsh halt. I was about to ask the driver what had happened when I heard something land on the roof of the carriage, something big. I froze as I looked up at the roof, I knew what was happening, we were being attacked. I heard a muffled conversation coming from outside and I tried to make out what they were saying, “What’s inside of this carriage?” a voice demanded “No-nothing, I swear, I-I just dropped off supplies” I heard the driver nervously say, from what I could gather I suspect a weapon was being held to his throat. “Well, if you didn’t know, the Princess of the Kingdom just north from here managed to escape before we could get to her. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” the other voice said aggressively “N-no, I don’t know anything” the driver quivered. “Check the carriage!” the voice called out, a broke out of my frozen state and came back to reality. They were going to find me, I had to get out without being caught. Without thinking I had quickly put Y/BF/N’s satchel over my shoulder and lifted my hood to cover my face. As soon as the carriage door had barged open, I kicked down the man who opened it and ran to one of the horses pulling the coach and released it from the being connected to the rest of the transport and mounted it, hurriedly fleeing the seen.
“After her” the same voice called out, they chased after me for miles but luckily I knew this land like the back of my hand and I managed to hide in a concealed cove. I waited there for God knows how long before I had determined that it was safe to move and I removed my hood. I stepped down from the horse and looked at the surroundings, it was full of greenery, beautiful flowers and colours and had small but beautiful little stream that reflected the moonlight and stars which brought a surprising amount of light to the cove. It was something that I had only read about in books as I had never been allowed to leave the castle unless it was to visit the neighbouring kingdoms or when my father and I would ride our horses and he would show me our land until I had memorised every single part that we owned.
I felt my eyes grow tired and my stomach ache with hunger but I ignored and sat by the stream, admiring it delicately. I then remembered the satchel the was still hanging off my shoulders, I decided to go through what Y/BF/N had given me. I emptied it out one item at a time, there were leather gloves, a small sack of gold coins (which were worth more than you may think), a drink flask which was full of clean water and a dagger. Seeing the dagger was what made me realise how real my situation was, my kingdom really was destroyed and I really was on the run. I realised how once the sun had risen, I would be easily recognised.
I took my hair out of it’s fancy braid and only left the front pieces tied back in a plait at the back of my head while the rest of my hair was left out. I swapped my long and elegant white gloves for the short, black leather ones that Y/BF/N had given me. I finally brought the dagger up to my waist and began to cut away at the outside layer of my large gown, leaving it with a flatter, white layer on the outside like many peasants in my kingdom would wear. I finally removed my tiara and placed it inside my satchel, not wearing it felt foreign, I almost felt naked without it.
I decided to leave the cove whilst still in the middle of the night, I brought the horse to water and made sure it had a large drink before we left. I looked at the horse’s harness and discovered that it had the royal crest on it, I swiftly brought up my dagger and removed it, tossing it into the shrubbery.
I decided to walk as far as I could on foot, pulling the horse along with me. I walked through the forest and it wasn’t long until I saw light, it was a fire. My curiosity had gotten the best of me and I walked towards it, leaving the horse to graze around. I crept slowly towards the light as I heard voices. I found the source of the light to be a campfire and I hid behind a nearby tree, only peeking my eyes out. The campfire was the centre of a group of young men, I let out a small gasp ‘The Army’ I thought. I heard twig snap behind me before a knife was being held against my throat “didn’t anyone tell you it was rude to spy on people” a voice growled, I recognised the voice; it was the same person from the carriage. I stiffened with fear “it’s also rude to not answer someone when they ask you a question” the voice said before turning me around to face him, the firelight illuminating just enough to make out his features. I was facing a boy who would have been close to my age, his eyes widened and lips parted as he stared at me, then he shook his head and gave me a cold and aggressive glare. I couldn’t speak for a moment, I just stared at him, he had perfectly tanned skin and messy brown hair and enchanting brown eyes and-wait stop! No! I can’t find him attractive he’s a bad person I need to stop! He’s holding a knife to your god damn throat Y/N!
“Did anyone ever tell you it’s rude to hold knives to girl’s throats” I said trying to be confident. “You didn’t answer my question!” he said through gritted teeth, “And you didn’t answer mine” I replied. He opened his mouth to say something else but he’s cut off “Prince Calum what happened? Is everything okay?” a tall blonde boy asked as he approached us, the knife still against my throat as I was pressed to a tree. “Everything is fine, I was just about to take care of a little intruder” he said looking me up and down, the other boy walked away, “you won’t kill me” I muttered. “Why wouldn’t I?” he said tilting his head smugly “Because I’m the only one who can help you find the Princess” he froze “wha-” he said but I had already managed to push him to the ground and hold own knife to his throat. “The first thing I need to know is, do you need her dead or alive?” I asked with a serious face. “Alive” he gasped, I removed the knife from his throat and helped him up “why did you let me live? How do I know to trust you?” he said rubbing his hand against his throat. “I let you live because I’ll only help you if you guarantee me protection, you’ll trust me because you have no other choice.” I said as I handed him back the knife “Do we have a deal?” I asked, “What’s your name?” he said suspiciously “Cecelia” I lied (if that’s your name, just use a different fancy sounding name), “Cecelia, we have a deal” he said shaking my hand.
You may be wondering why I didn’t just kill him, why I said I help him find someone who is actually me. I’ll give you an answer, when you’re a Princess you are taught different things to everyone else, social graces, etiquette and most importantly, how to pull all the strings behind the scenes in war and other conflicts. One of the main things my mother told me was “Killing a man is painful for a moment, but then he dies and he doesn’t live anymore. Breaking a man’s heart is worse, he has to live with that pain for the rest of his life.” And that is exactly what I’m going to do.