#foul language

Spring is toying with us. Several days ago, we had to turn on the AC because it was so hot outside. Mid-80s, maybe higher–I don’t remember for sure. Then it dropped down into the 40s, with much-needed rain and lots of wind. According to my computer, the temp is hovering at 49F right now, so maybe it will warm up a little today. My creaky old back is acting up again. I got steroid shots in…

“Fuck you Tori” - Classmate

”That was rather harsh” - AP world teacher

Chinese is one of those languages where curse words are so commonplace that they lose a bit of their bite, but nevertheless:

Resident Evil 8, Fanfiction

Once again another short one AAAA. Work is kicking my ass but I shall persist! A new POV in the form of one genderbent Karl Heisenberg. Introducing Karla Heisenberg! (I prefer writing fem characters and the two male lords are both genderbent in all of my writings.) Also there is an extensive amount of cussing in this chapter, but it's from the POV of Heisenberg sooooo what did you expect lol.

TW: Canon Typical Violence, Excessive Cussing.

~800 word count.

Day 10 - “I’m Here, Am I Not?”

It’s a long walk to the chapel that Mother Miranda uses for the majority of her meetings. A long trek through the woods, unless you wanted to cut through the  village. She didn’t  want  to do that. The less contact  she had with the people who called the village home, the better in her opinion.

Karla Heisenberg, second lord of this backwater village in the middle of bumfuck Romania and owner of the almost completely defunct factory. She was having a day, to say the least. Lycans were getting testy with the territories, important machines were breaking down in the factory and of course Mother Miranda chooses to call an impromptu meeting in the middle of the fucking night. Suffice to say, she was not happy with this. She had to walk in the woods in the middle of the night because that self entitled bitch she had to answer to told her to.

To be clear, she wasn’t afraid. Far from it. She could handle anything this forest could throw at her with her eyes closed and both hands tied behind her back. Hell, she was responsible for a lot of the things roaming the woods this late at night. She was just annoyed. She could be at home, deep in the depths of the factory either tinkering or just out right sleeping. But no, she has to go to this meeting or Mother Miranda will get more annoying for some time and she’d rather not have to deal with that.

After some more time walking, she finally reaches the outside of the chapel. It’s an old building. It’s crumbling and overgrown with vegetation all over. How the building is still standing at all, she has no clue. She’s never felt truly comfortable walking into it so she takes a deep breath of the cool night air before hefting the giant metal hammer she owns up and onto her shoulder before throwing open the large wood doors. The inside of the chapel is lightly lit by a multitude of candles placed all over pews, shelves and windowsills.

Down the center aisle leads straight to the altar that is unsurprisingly empty. Mother Miranda always arrives last, no matter how long it takes for the others to show up. Speaking of the others, they are of course already here. Why wouldn’t they be? Wouldn’t want to disappoint dear old “mother.” Sal sits in a corner on the right side of the building brooding, the bone crown she always wears dangling from her clawed fingers. Donna sits on a pew on the left side, closer to the altar. The small frame of Angie pushed up against her body but thankfully unmoving for the moment. And of course, the big bitch herself. Alci sits in her special throne right next to the altar, no other seat would be able to fit her giant ass.

Almost as if she could sense her eyes on her, Alcina pins her with a glare on her face. “It’s nice of you to finally join us sister, it took you long enough.” There is no love in her tone, and the “sister” comes out with a sneer. Karla pushes the dark sunglasses she always wears up off the bridge of her nose and walks into the chapel to take her seat on a pew opposite of Alcina. Neither of her other sisters react to her presence, not even Angie coming alive to spout nonsense. They must be tired as well, they aren’t nearly as intolerable as Alcina.

She finally looks her sister in the eye after she’s taken her seat. “I’m here, am I not?” The words come out in an even tone and it has the intended effect of annoying her sister. Alcina huffs and goes to berate her some more, most likely, but the words never get the chance to come out as a murder of crows come flying in through a hole in the ceiling. They coalesce into the form of their “mother” smack dab in the middle of the altar. Attention seeking piece of-