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Pretty Blood Character Redesigns

Carl, Copper, Bloon, Cheeky, Lilly, Nappy, Leafy, Felly, Rabbot, Elma (Attached AU)

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Colorless Café (OC)

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Pretty Blood OCs

In order: Minnie, Minnie(Party ver.), Minnie (Honny's slave ver.), Honny, Puffy, Pippy, Shoo, Scotty, Jingles

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Kitchen Wizard and Player!

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Carl redesign

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IRON GRILL (WRITING)

In a city that felt caught in a state of constant mediocrity, a flashy hotel stood out amongst the countless run-down buildings in the district. Connor Alyssum was supposedly a man of many talents. Even in such a glum place, he built himself up from a low point and successfully began a business.

The most eye-catching feature about his hotel was the restaurant located on the first floor, the Iron Grill Steakhouse. The food was top-tier, perfectly grilled and seared meats that took anyone's taste buds straight to heaven. Along with that, the rooms were tidy, clean, and comfortable. It was truly a rare gem… At least, that's what most people assumed.

Connor had secrets. The biggest one being that his entire hotel was nothing but a trap, a vessel for his deepest, darkest desires. Without anyone batting an eye, he'd pick a random out of the countless customers he'd serve and use them in his next dish. It was extremely easy to pose it as animal meat to these fools, and get them addicted.

To give credit where credit is due, Connor was deeply inspired by a killer who died in a fire years ago. That killer was Frankie Farmer, a sadistic butcher who'd capture people and sell their tenderized parts online. He had a partner in crime, but she didn't matter, at least not to Connor.

He was obsessed with Frankie. He loved the way he talked, the way he walked, the way he slit the throats of those sobbing bags of flesh and threw their worthless parts in dumpsters. Of course, this wasn't just a mere parasocial relationship. He had met the beauty who was Frankie when the both of them were teenagers, when Frankie had saved him from the wretched hag who dared call itself his mother.

Connor chuckled to himself at how utterly clueless he was as a child. He was so scared, so vulnerable when Frankie passed him the knife and told him, “Do it.”

That horrified look he saw in his mother's eyes was a look he'd remember forever, a memory he held near and dear to his heart.

Afterwards, Frankie had left him alone to piece together his feelings, and those feelings were nothing but true admiration and love. And, as expected, Connor was heartbroken when he heard the news of his death, but he eventually had an idea, and that was to continue his legacy silently.

He built connections—found the right people—and now he had his own personal playhouse. It was a fuckton of work that eventually paid off, and you best believe he indulged in his treasure trove.

Jimmy Fletcher was the janitor of the hotel. He was also a pathetic, shriveled excuse of a man. Out of everyone, Connor knew him the most. They were childhood best friends, always playing together, eating together, sleeping together, you name it.

And that's why Connor hated Jimmy all the more. When his mother had taken full control over his life, Jimmy didn't do a damn thing except shed a few crocodile tears. It didn't matter that the two were both kids at the time, Connor didn't even get a smidge of concern thrown his way until he was eventually taken to his aunt's house.

Jimmy, of course, tried to play dumb once he realized he was fucked, but Connor wasn't taking that. Not anymore. The most ironic part about the job was that despite his role as a cleaner, Jimmy tended to make the most messes; Jimmy would puke whenever he was experiencing too much stress, and it was disgusting. It was shameful, horrid, yet Connor couldn't help but find a dark amusement with it.

Another fond memory was the time where Jimmy had caught him flaying a corpse. The man had wet himself. Connor laughed just thinking about it again. And Jimmy knew what would happen if he spoke a single word about the incident, so when he was questioned about the unusual stain on his pants he'd lie and say he'd spilled a drink on himself. But it was so obvious, wasn't it?

Ultimately, Jimmy was weak in every sense. Too weak to defend himself, and too weak to defend others. He was an easy pick for Connor to take his frustration out on, sometimes too easy. Sometimes, he'd want someone more feisty, someone harder to break.

Jionni Hutchinson was a gambling addict who didn't know when to stop. He'd routinely push his luck at some definitely illegal, depraved casino. Apparently, the dumbass had bet on himself for the grand prize, then to everyone's utter surprise, snake eyes.

The coward then fled with a bunch of goons on his ass, then he crawled to the man of the hotel for help. Connor, of course, offered assistance—but only if he agreed to serve him. Jionni was an excellent cook, unfortunately too stupid to take advantage of his actual talents instead of gambling his money away.

When he first showed up to the hotel, he was already a beaten bloody mess, chunky crimson gushing out of his nostrils. His nasal cartilages were definitely broken, and his exposed, bruised chest had some sort of branding mark carved onto it. Damn, Connor thought to himself, they really fucked this guy up. Hopefully he still has some use.

To top it all off, the bastard smelled like actual shit mixed with piss. It was like he hadn't touched water in months and the raggedy, tacky suit that he wore had countless stains with different bodily fluids.

All that blood money he was winning was definitely used for drugs instead of a fucking shower.

Luckily for him, Iron Grill was a place of luxury. In just a week, Jionni was properly dressed, cleaned, and tended to. After all, Connor wanted to promote his hotel further with just how amazing he treated his workers. And toys broken on arrival aren't fun at all.

Despite his pitiful arrival, Jionni had an ego. He was loud and always had something to say, whether it'd be about other coworkers or about his damn boss. Needless, arrogant comments all piled up until Connor finally decided that something had to be done. Surprisingly, Jionni had doubled down when his face was shoved into a pot of boiling water. He hurled insults and screamed bloody murder until half of his face was a blistered bubbly jumble of scarlet flesh. And once Conner was done, Jionni had flipped the bird, gargled blood, then spat, “Fuck you.”

Connor liked it, though. He liked the ones who acted tough, it'd be twice as pleasurable ruining them. Jionni's resistance would make him taste better whenever Connor had chosen him as his meat for the day, and all the deep marks and gashes he printed onto his skin would be hidden by his work uniform. He also enjoyed how troubled Jionni looked whenever he was forced to prepare meat, human meat, and pass it to the waitress to be consumed by other humans.

That waitress was Eleanor Merrill. She was different from the other two, being that she was some kid from college, apparently studying botany. It definitely showed, as she'd ramble about the plants on display outside much to Connor’s annoyance.

He was sure that she attended the same school that the most notable survivors of Frankie did, which was somewhat interesting at least.

He assumed that she saw the job as a quick way to farm money for her college rent or something, but he proved the brat wrong eventually. The reason was that Eleanor was too damn nosy for her own good. She kept asking questions, too many questions, and she kept looking around far too much. Usually, when people were nosy, they'd be in a freezer the next morning—but Eleanor, despite how irritating she was, stood out to Connor.

He liked her eyes. Those round, youthful, sparkling eyes that represented the courage that he wanted to destroy. That was the most significant part of her body to him. Which is why he took it all for himself.

The girl screamed and thrashed like hell, her throat bloody and raw, those precious, watery eyes distorted with primal terror. When Connor scooped the first one out with a rusted spoon, he was sure she had lost her voice for a moment. Then, he had taken the other. The gaping holes where her eyes used to be were gushing blood and tears, the two liquids mixing together. Connor loved it, he loved every single fucking second of it and savored each flavor.

Once he had finally got what he wanted, Eleanor had changed. She was a more timid, quiet kid. Her eyes would be hidden by bandages that would get changed every week; whenever a customer asked about it, the response would always be, “An accident in the past,” and never anything further because the bitch knew what was best for her. She still had ears and her memory was good enough, so she wouldn't have to write anything down when taking orders.

At night, Connor would catch her cuddling with a pillow, muffling her sobs. All his employees lived inside the hotel, each having their own personal room. Some reviewers would find it unusual, but they don't know half of it. None of them were allowed to leave, and if they attempted to escape—either through the doors or through the windows—they'd be greeted with an automatic electric shock. To more insignificant workers, it'd be a bullet to the skull.

The amount of fuckers that Connor had to waste was enough of a message to get his head staff in check for the most part.

Connor finally snapped out of his thoughts and leaned back on his chair. With his foot, he pressed a shiny red button beneath his desk. A few moments later, Jimmy came rushing in, the stick of his mop between his legs as he shook like a wet, lost puppy. With a noticeable stutter, he weakly spoke, “Yes, sir?” he had begun to get it right this time. Despite their history together, Jimmy would be brutally penalized whenever he referred to Connor personally.

“Make me some coffee.” Connor demanded, glaring at the trembling man. “Don't make me wait too long, you know how I like it.” Jimmy nodded, flinching at his hateful look. “Yes sir.” He ran off to do what he was told, Connor watched him over the cameras.

He was always watching.

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Elma Pretty Blood Redesign

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opened up my asks! you can ask me about my ocs and stories or my fandom AUs!

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Bug Brothers! (COMIC)

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Twins Forever!

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I found an AI generated image and decided to steal the characters there and make them my own. The red haired one is named Nyx. The white haired one is named Carmilla. They're very fruity.

original image:

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Aliza, Horrortale

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Mr. Erebus and Kuku!

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A tense rivalry...

characters are Sabrina Sableye and Masahiro Mawile

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Jeremy Jigglypuff and Claire Clefairy (plus Barbara Blissey)

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Childhood Friends!

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Love Letters