They were old, and perhaps a bit too much reliant on
descriptions of oozing fluids, and he rolled his eyes every time he came to the
end of a chapter with some tasteless, pronounced cliffhanger - seriously, half
of them were punctuated with actual exclamation
points - but overall they were amusing, at worst. His true reasoning for his current interest
in them, however, was obviously not due to the subpar writing; there were two
separate explanations. The first being
that, in the chaos of Bat-chasing, planning, running away, and short-lived
incarceration, he often forgot the importance of having fun with his
craft. The research was ever important,
of course, but as Edward would have - and had - advised, was it really worth
doing if there wasn’t any fun to be had?
He would never admit it to the insufferable brat, of course, but he was
right. Sometimes there needed to be
cause to remind him why he’d started all of this. Besides the obvious bent of revenge, anyway. The second reason being that, in his
professional capacity to do so, it was fitting that he attempt to give the
stories the interpretation they deserved.
He had looked into the screen adaptations and was even more disappointed
with them than the original writings themselves.
He thumbed idly through the book a last time before putting
it down with the stack of its brethren, found in a box of library discards
tossed carelessly behind a dumpster. He
couldn’t rescue all of the books left behind, unfortunately, not that he had
anywhere to put even these, but sometimes concessions needed to be made. If he hadn’t had such respect for libraries,
havens as they’d been in his unfortunate youth, he would have given them a
piece of his mind for throwing them away.
“All right then,” he said to his very captive
audience. "I believe I’ve gotten
all of the major points covered here.
With a few… minor enhancements of my own, which goes without
saying. You see, this book professes,
‘reader beware, you’re in for a scare,’ but quite frankly I wasn’t scared at
all. Very disappointed, certainly, but
The subject of this little experiment certainly was, and
they hadn’t even begun yet.
Interesting. This was little
different from, for example, a stage play, and already the anticipation of
playing his part had terrified him without anything even having happened! What an intriguing result. He smiled to himself, though he knew all the
subject could see was the glint of his glasses.
He’d lit the scene that way intentionally. He stepped forward.
“I discussed this little setup with some acquaintances of
mine… one is quite proficient in deathtraps and the other… she likes to
encourage me to try new things. We
decided ‘The Scarecrow Walks at Midnight’ was a suitable place to start. It’s not midnight as yet, so I’m afraid you’ll
have to wait a little longer.” He smiled
to himself and pulled the mask over his face.
Perhaps he would start the experiment a little early…
I know this went in a
direction you were not expecting but hopefully it still lived up to
A singular sigilappeared overhead, signaling the slow descent of a figure emitting a powerful aura. With malevolence suffocatingly thick, akin to miasma, there was no time spent debating the intent of its possessor. Birdlike entities naked to the normal eye — rukh — unbeknownst to beings not magically inclined, mound and swarm like evening moth to blazing flame.
In actuality, the man, too, found himself drawing nigh to a foreign well of energy. Giant cretins naturally radiated negativity, subsequently spiking the depraved mage’s own strength.
(That’s right! Old man Ithnan told me my power would rise if I came in contact with a being made of black rukh! I can feel it coursing through my veins!!)
Skies part following a magnificent display, luminous light beaming from above onto the magi. With an unholy third eye lodged within the middle of his forehead, looming bolts of abnormal black lightning, sharpened tips reminiscent of lances, pointed at the ground below.
Residents took notice, some rightfully fearing the criminal’s presence, others believing his reemergence would signify a turning of tides. His lips quivering in excitement as he’d realized the position he was in. Would he choose to continue with his nefarious ways or find a way to curb his inherent bloodlust?
Hi, I’m Julie! I’m 18 and I’m from the northwest U.S. All my favorite things start with P… pizza, pasta, Pentatonix, pcolorguard.
I’ve been a Pentatonix fan for over a year but I’ve only been in the fandom for about 3 months.
I love them all but I’m especially obsessed with Scott whoops
Someday when I’m not broke af I’m going to get a Light in the Hallway tattoo
I like talking to people so feel free to send me a message or something
this is a great screencap for this occasion ok. like yEAH celebrate!!!! tbh i’d been debating whether or not i should make this blog since january, then i started a voyager rewatch and cried a lot and before i knew it, here i was. b’elanna’s my baby, tbh —- i’ve loved her as a character for so long and it’s hard to say just how much she means to me, && it’s so nice that so many of you seem to enjoy having her ( and me, by extension ) around. i’ve never felt more welcome in a fandom before and i love it. i honestly can’t believe there are 100 of you i’m gonna cry :’) anyway, let’s cut to the chase!