100 Morbid Themes: Part 1
These themes are gonna be kind of a mess. I didn't have a particular 'verse in mind when I did them, so they ended up being an amalgamation of the canon, pretty much every AU I've ever written, and a couple other people's 'verses. Oh, and it's full of maybe-spoilers for stories, including ones I haven't finished. Like I said, a mess. It's all drabbles, and I'll be updating every few days.
Drabbles that take place in a specific 'verse are labeled for your convenience, so feel free to skip stuff you're not familiar with—or, y'know, go read everything I've ever written. That'd be cool too.
Basically, The Modern Prometheus is Lovecraftian steampunk, "These Fragile Bodies" is SaiKano, "The Undiscovered Country" is straight-up science fiction, "I Carry Your Heart" is a Russian fairy tale, "Stop the World" is about Ryou and Duke in grad school together, the Ewniverse is a fourth-wall-breaking parody series, Severance and Wall around the World are too OC-centric to explain, and everything else is some degree of canon-compliant. Oh, except that there are a couple (unlabeled) AUs that have nothing to do with anything else I've written and only exist in these themes. And also there are, as I said, a couple 'verses in here that belong to other writers. Have I mentioned that it's a mess?
Because it's such a mess (and because it's also very light on names), feel free to ask about anything that's overly-confusing.
Finally, the reason there's two disclaimers on most chapters is because the first disclaimer has all the published media I took inspiration (or quotes, in rare cases) from in a given set of themes, and the second one is for crediting any FFN folks whose characters or settings I'm playing with.
Disclaimer 1: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew.
Disclaimer 2: This set of themes was created by rastafarianpilgrim on deviantArt. Luis Alvarez was created by Tomoyo Kinomoto.
001. Morbid (Severance)
Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw the others dying. In my imagination, I was paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as they were struck down one by one, their blood spattering the ground in nightmare hues.
The dreams were wholly unrealistic, but they still obsessed me during my waking hours. I did not believe in prophetic dreams. Still, if there was any chance the deaths I had dreamed would come to pass, I needed to do everything in my power to prevent them. When I looked at the other Mews, I could not help but see them dying.
002. Slit
I make my primary incision and cut until it stretches from her neck to her groin, being careful not to pierce the lining of the abdominal cavity.
There is an unpleasant crack as I break her ribs to better observe the organs underneath.
Two more incisions, just below her mammary glands, and the skin peels away easily from her chest. I glance up at her face, where her dull eyes stare accusingly at me, and smile comfortingly and stroke her hair, leaving red streaks in the green. It only takes a few cuts to remove the heart from her chest.
003. Ghoul
She concentrated all her power into the handle of her whip, thrusting it straight out in front of her. The half-human degenerates surrounding her recoiled at the brilliant magnesium light it gave off. As she whirled it back and fourth, to make sure all the monsters could see it, the whip trailed along behind it like the tail of an indecisive comet.
This wouldn't hold them off forever, she knew, so her eyes darted into the darkness, looking for an escape, a gap in the throng. But whichever way she looked, there was nothing but an endless sea of abyssal forms.
004. Drip drip
They would pay everyone who hurt her would get what was coming to them newfound ghost wandering the hallways a specter of vengeance drip drip on the tile through the dark school she floats motionless embryonic waiting a moment perfectly balanced in time the calm before the storm forever if necessary but not because it is now everything has been leading up to this one perfect moment they run hallways drip drip wet with anticipation but not it is not pity it is fast lives flashing by as they struggle to swim weaker now one last hand above the water
005. Grin (WatW)
Marisol swatted him away. Finally. She's so hard to get a rise outta sometimes, but God, she's hilarious when she's riled up. "I'm sorry, chica, did I do something wrong?" She tries to stay dull, but I can see the way her hands clench at her sides.
"Shut up, Luis, I'm trying to do homework." Well. Lightning-fast, I poke her in the cheek. Her head swerves to glare at me, but by that point, I'm looking away innocently. "Luis..." she says warningly.
I poke her again. She stands up suddenly, and I run away with a laugh.
006. Desecration
This chamber is supposed to be a sacred place, a sanctum even they were rarely permitted to enter. So it is understandable that Kish, when he comes to his leader's chamber, is shocked to find a human boy there.
The human is obviously not a prisoner; he is just wandering around the room like he doesn't know what he is doing there. Kish rushes into the chamber, heedless of propriety, and slams the boy against one of the walls.
"How did you get here?" he hisses, fangs bared. Only then does he realize that the trespasser is Ichigo's boyfriend.
007. Flesh (The Modern Prometheus)
Her body is an abomination. It lurches to life, but the tick in her chest is not a heartbeat.
She could pass, she thinks. Her skin is unblemished.
But the tick is there, and it damns her. To her ears, the world can hear it, condemning her second by second.
The doctor pays her no mind, as if this is all perfectly natural. Across the room, a woman breathes out fog like a night factory.
She wants to scream, feels the sound welling up at the back of a throat only nominally hers. Why can't you see I'm a horror?
008. Damned (Severance)
This is my manifesto, my message to the world: I don't give a shit what you think of me. It's easy to judge me now, isn't it? Now that the Earth is out of danger. Fuck you. Where were you when I was fighting a goddamn war? Yeah, that's right, a war. Sometimes, sacrifices are necessary. Until you've been in a situation where you can save the whole fucking planet if you let one idiot die, you can't say a thing to me. I'm above you, forever; you are pathetic, but I saved you anyway. I saved the goddamn world.
009. Necrophilia
For once, Ichigo's mouth is unresisting, and his hot tongue swirls around her cold one. He hefts her body onto his lap; she flops back limply into his chest, like a lover, needing to get closer. One of his hands dives down past her navel. The other mirrors the action on his own body.
"So forward, Kitten?" He grins, incisors showing. "I knew you loved me."
The expanse of her skin is cool to his touch. Completely exposed. Completely willing. He cups one small breast with his hand, then ducks down to kiss it. She tastes of strawberries.
010. Dead (Tokyo Ew Ewniverse)
Keiichiro turned from his own fight just in time to see Ichigo literally explode into a shower of pink hearts. He was, to be perfectly honest, stunned. He had been the one to realize that the only way to defeat the Sues was with logic, but... That had been one of the most illogical things he'd ever seen.
Even the Sues that had presumably been responsible for Ichigo's bizarre combustion seemed completely puzzled. The upside was that some of them were also spontaneously collapsing into (mysterious) mist. The downside was that Retasu had already declared that potato-girl the new leader.
