#CORPSE DAYWALKER!

[samvents]

DAYWALKER! (feat. CORPSE) — Machine Gun Kelly

[atlasthemilk]

Ok

reblog this and put in the tags at least two (2) songs you are listening to on repeat right now

[strangestcase]

tomblr discourse in the monster high universe must be something else.

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💝​ lalalala Follow

What would I do without cherry smoothies... probably die again 💔​

🟥​ b3lfrypr3pz-deactivated09182022

Of freaking course the frilly daywalker is a vegan 😒​ bet you do witchcraft too you dirty hippie

💝​ lalalala Follow

🝢🜊🝣🝗🜚🝰

🟥​ b3lfrypr3pz-deactivated09182022

WTF is that lol

🟥​ b3lfrypr3pz-deactivated09182022

i t burns. wh at did you do to me .

💝​ lalalala Follow

^-^

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🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Ok but Dead Fast: Night of the Living (2002) has no business being considered the worst Dead Fast movie when the MCU (Murder Cinematic Universe) not only retconned his origin story to make him a virus zombie rather than a curse zombie (which throws off his entire arc about being something more than his deeds!) AND made him be allied with B.L.I.G.H.T. of all organizations because Like say what you will about NOTL and the forced heterosexual romantic plot but at least 1) it gets what makes Dead Fast a hero and 2) GIVES HIS LOVE INTEREST A PERSONALITY AND SOMETHING TO DO

🕷️ 8legscomix Follow

Literally

Also they made the villain Dr. Igorable's motivations so laughable like..... so his wife got turned into a zombie and he wants to cure her? Ok? Did she ask for it? She doesn't even have any groaning lines. Im not even a zombie but that was offensive as hell. Like in the original comics he wants to straight up undo all forms of zombism forever

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

NO FR LIKE....... so suddenly the eugenics obsessed human is tragic because being a zombie must be such a tragedy you guyyyysssss -_- and wanting to get rid of an entire monster type is ok. I swear that movie has turned monster attitudes towards zombies back into the 80s

⚠️ mentalhealth-hazard Follow

I am not sure if I'm overstepping here but, furthermore, the addition of Pendulum to the movie was unnecesary. Stereotyping shapeshifters as untrustworthy and traitorous is something of a past era. Either leave the character behind, or change it entirely.

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Jackson I love you and I love your takes. but you type like a Victorian in his deathbed ;-;

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The MCU is so dreadful, it's irrevocably turned me into one.

#It has also substracted years off my lives.

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🌊​ lacriatura Follow

🦈​🦐​🐠🪸​​🐡​🐟​

^ aquarium!

#lagoona's originals #ocean #sealife #ah-! so refreshing <- aesth tag

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Not to vague anyone but some of you have to shut the freak up about the ocean. You don't see me making little dioramas of the Malebolge because I'm not a little cringelet like you lmao

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🌊​ lacriatura Follow

If you don't freaking love the ocean don't follow the ocean tag. Yes that goes for @666firepit666, square up and fight me if you're so brave Heath!!!!

#lagoona's originals #personal #more skulls for my skull collection!!!

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🌙​ wolf-in-chic-clothing Follow

Day 1 no toxic doomed yuri

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WRONG SIDEBLOG

#stop reblogging this

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🔩​ stitchez Follow

Got a new arm! Can't wait to try it out!

🐯 ninelives Follow

try it out how 🤨​

🔩​ stitchez Follow

Building a wretched creature out of corpses, of course!

🔩​ stitchez Follow

OH that was a double entendre! You should be ashamed of yourself!

🔩​ stitchez Follow

I would never use my arms for violent purposes!

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Lagoona dragged me into the pool and now my hair is out 😡​

🌙​ wolf-in-chic-clothing Follow

Skull issue.

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

skull issue

👻​ ghostlygossip01 Follow

Skull issue. Take the L

💝​ lalalala Follow

Skull issue ^-^

🐯 ninelives Follow

skull issue lmao

🔩​ stitchez Follow

Skull issue! I dont know what that means but I'm sure it relates to your experience!

🎸​ innerdemon Follow

SKULL ISSUEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!

🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Your own cousin 🥲​

🎸​ innerdemon Follow

I AM NOT RELATED TO ANY BALD PEOPLE

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Alright, who stole my sinister amulet?

[mothgodofchaos]

Music Headcanons

I capped it at four songs per ego just since this is a longer list than I usually do. Apologies for the long post.

Dark:

Dead Inside by Younger Hunger

Kill the Lights by Set It Off

Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom

Only The Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench

Wilford:

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

No Mercy by DeathbyRomy

Paint The Town Red by Doja Cat

Sway With Me by Saweetie, GALXARA

Actor:

arsonists by Ethan Bortnick

The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines

House of Memories by P!ATD

Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off

Google:

Blinding Lights by The Weeknd

The Data Stream by The Stupendium, Cami-Cat

Plastic Doll by Lady Gaga

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

Murdoch:

DAYWALKER! by mgk, CORPSE

Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Mx. Sinister by IDKHBTFM

Silver Screen by Jonny T, Foreign Figures

Illinois:

Bad by Jake Daniels

Golden Boy by Bryce Fox

JOYRIDE by Kesha

Ride It Hard by Warren Zeiders

Yancy:

BTBBRBBQ by Bear Ghost

F**k The Bad Vibes by Solence

Saints of the Sinners by The Faim

Want Me Back by Cody Fry, Cory Wong, Dynamo

Anti:

Don’t Stop by Innerpartysystem

Faster n Harder by 6arelyhuman

Parasite by Set It Off

Raging on a Sunday by Bohnes

Marvin:

City of Angels by DeathbyRomy

Macho by RealXman

Traitor by Daughtry

Won’t Pray for You by Jayden Hammer

Jackie:

can you hear the thunder? by Animal Sun

The Last Domino by Skyhill

Middle Of The Road by Chaz Cardigan

White Whale by Shadow Academy

[dostoevskybignaturals]

Six-song soundtrack game - César Montero Vidal

(Sorry this took me forever. I didn't have access to a desktop computer for a few days and formatting on my phone/ipad is a nightmare!)

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

1. Event that defines your character's past: "Francesca" - Hozier "Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born How could I fear any hurricane?”

2. How your character sees themselves: "Bury Me Face Down" - grandson "When I go into the ground I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown When I go into the ground Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down"

3. How others view them: "Holding Out for a Hero" - Nothing But Thieves “He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight”

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): "Color of Blood" - Chelsea Wolfe "A hunger never satisfied I can't keep you off my mind”

5. A major fight scene: "DAYWALKER!" - mgk (Feat. CORPSE) “They tried to kill me in the rain Tried to lay me down, and so I ducked and ran away Put a gun up to my face, so I'll fucking catch a case (case) When I find this motherfucker then I'll lay him in his grave”

6. End credits song: “Dead Souls” - Nine Inch Nails “Someone take these dreams away That point me to another day A duel of personalities That stretch all true realities”

took the tag from @lilnoctua tagging: @diableriedoll @kavalyera @crownedinmarigolds @mortifying-macaroni !

[thinking-about-bats-again]

PSA for anyone writing vampires

It’s December. The nights are getting longer, and the air will soon be cold as death (in temperate regions, anyway). So, let’s talk about vampires. If you want to write about vampires for a book, a short story, a comic, a tabletop game, or even a personal OC, read on.

So I was looking up vampire folklore a while ago (mainly via TV Tropes), and if you’re writing vampires, you should too. To oversimplify, most of the “rules” about vampires actually aren’t rules at all.

Vampires in fiction have lots of “rules”: fangs, pale skin, drink blood, burn in sunlight, can’t have garlic, turn into bats, etc. Most of the vampire rules have lingered in fiction for long enough to enter the public knowledge and shape the average person’s knowledge of what a vampire must be. This means that, while vampires in fiction are varied, there are specific expectations of them that writers must acknowledge in some way (either including them, including variations of them, or addressing them as myths in-universe) in order to write something that reads as a vampire.

But why are these properties “rules”? Where did they come from? It seems that most writers assume that vampire rules are quintessential elements from age-old vampire stories, but a lot of them are surprisingly new. Looking into the “rules” of folkloric vampires reveals that a lot of what people think of as hard-and-fast rules are just regular tropes.

Here’s a few of my findings:

The whole “drinking the vampire’s blood to become a vampire” thing? Complete misconception. Some people claimed that this was how it was done in Dracula, but nope. He could turn with just a bite, and drinking his blood was just a way to enhance a psychic bond. And in folklore, vampires were usually born that way, or became that way due to practicing witchcraft.

Some people claim that vampires should have reflections in modern media because we don’t use silver-backed mirrors anymore, but silver was never the reason why vamps don’t reflect. It’s actually because people used to believe mirrors reflected your soul, and vampires don’t have souls.

Garlic is effective, but so are garlic flowers in some folklore. Salt was also traditionally used to ward off vampires: like garlic, it has anti-spirit properties (they’re also both effective preservatives, which is likely related, as decaying food was probably assumed to be the work of evil spirits before microbes were discovered).

Staking didn’t originally kill a vampire. In folklore, it just kept them from escaping their coffins. And it was usually done while the vamps were asleep, because it’s actually really hard to drive a stake into someone’s chest without a hammer (it looks easy in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but that’s probably because the protagonist has superhuman strength).

And speaking of killing during the day, here’s the fact that inspired me to make this post:

Vampires didn’t burn in sunlight until the 1920s.

Yup. The most popular vampire weakness, the one that nearly every modern vampire work either follows or intentionally plays with (even Twilight vampires have some reaction to the sunlight), wasn’t even a weakness until the twentieth century.

Folkloric vampires didn’t burn. They were weaker during the day, but that’s because they were usually sleeping by then, making them easier to sneak up on. In many folkloric tales, vampires were required to sleep in their coffins during the day, but none of them claimed that they would set ablaze if they didn’t. The original reason for the coffin sleeping was people blaming crimes on normal corpses that they believed were turning into vampires by night. (Hey, fictional vampires who think that sleeping in coffins is a ridiculous stereotype, but still burn in sunlight? You’re the ridiculous one.)

And no, Dracula didn’t burn either. The most famous vampire was a daywalker. You see what I mean? This trope became so prevalent, we have a term for vampires who don’t burn in the sun. We should be calling the ones who do burn nightwalkers!

So where did this trope come from? It didn’t come from a book or a story at all. It came from movies. In classic vampire movies, vampires burned in the sun, because it looked cool on screen. Essentially, burning in the sun is as much a property of vampires as exploding into bloody messes like in True Blood: it’s just for spectacle.

So, what’s the takeaway from all this? Most of the rules of “traditional” or “realistic” vampires are actually modern inventions. So write vampires how you want. You can still make them burn in the sun, but you can also make them not burn, and you don’t have to justify it. If you want to write about vampires, looking into folklore (and old novels, and even classic movies) is a good way to get inspiration, and will help your vamps stand out from other modern works. And above all, if someone tries to tell you that you’re writing vampires wrong, they probably know surprisingly little about “real” vampires, so pay no mind to them. Maybe someday, your version of vampires will become the basis for a bunch of misconceptions. (Hopefully not, but that would be interesting.)

[eggplantwaffles]

Songs I think fit the Bats based solely on vibes!

(think like if there was an action scene with them, i could see this song playing)

Dick Grayson

As Robin: Close to the Top - Måneskin

As Nightwing (on a good day): Circus - Britney Spears

As Nightwing (on a bad day): Sinner - The Last Dinner Party

Barbara Gordon:

As Batgirl: Femininomenon - Chappell Roan

As Oracle: River - Bishop Briggs

Jason Todd:

As Robin: I Love It - Icona Pop, Charli XCX

As Red Hood (crime lord): Daywalker! - MGK, Corpse

As Red Hood (anti-hero): Numb - Linkin Park

Tim Drake:

As Robin: Blitzkrieg Bop - Ramones

As Red Robin: Brain Stew - Green Day

Stephanie Brown:

As Spoiler: Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

As Robin: Song 2 - Blur

As Batgirl: Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl - Chappell Roan

Cassandra Cain:

As Batgirl: Girl With One Eye - Florence + The Machine

As Black Bat: She’s My Collar - Gorillaz, Kali Uches

Damian Wayne:

As Robin (child): You First - Paramore

As Robin (teenager): I’m Not Made by Design - Nothing But Thieves

[teaboot]

Community-building Tag Game

Tagged by: @anchored-trident

Name: Internet safety 101, kids. Keep 'em guessing. ('Tea' is fine.)

Pronouns: he/him

Where do you call home? Northwest Canada! Nice and grey.

Favorite animal: Honestly I love pretty much all of them but if I had to, like. Cohabitate with one? Cats. God's favourite bastards. Also partial to polyphemus moths, the common brown bat, june beetles, golden moles, the silky tree anteater, poison dart frogs, hawks, chimney swifts, and nautuluses, too.

Cereal of choice: I am. Not a cereal person. Fruit loops?

Are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? Visual. 100%. Everything I do and use is organized by color. I will remember your birthmarks and tattoos and piercings and scars long before I remember your name or anything else about you. I forgot my own name once. It's bad

First pet: A big black cat.

Favorite scent: Oh, this is hard. I have a coconut shampoo that reminds me of my mom, and a white musk and oud perfume that makes me think of Cairo, and a plum/vanilla/white musk lotion that smells like the last week of school before summer vacation. A bottle of my dad's cologne he let me keep for my 16th birthday. Frankincense. Lilacs. Sunscreen. Cedarwood. Pine chips. Pumpkin. Clean laundry. I dont think I can pick just one.

Do you believe in astrology?  Not even a little bit. Sure is fun, tho!

How many playlists do you have on Spotify/Apple Music? Playlists in general? Too many. Couple dozen, probably. One for every occasion.

Sharpies or highlighters? Sharpies. Though I use highlighters more.

A song that makes you cry: Right now? "Dear Fellow Traveller" by Sea Wolf. Also "Cain" by Cousin Marnie.

A song that makes you happy: "Art Hoe" by Call Me Karizma, "Cannibal" by Naethan Apollo, "Wanted To" by Infected Mushroom, and "Daywalker!" By Machine Gun Kelly X CORPSE.

And finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself!

I love to draw and oaint and sculpt and sew, but spend a lot of time at work and have some issues with hypersomnia so it doesn't happen as much as I'd like. Wish I could promote myself better because I miss creating but... I don't know. Maybe I'll make something in the morning.

@anchored-trident thanks for the nom'! ♡ This one was fun :)

Nominations (either because we're mutuals or I find you interesting): @melancholysage @naamahdarling @sternenhimmel-mondnhimmel-mond @mist-the-wannabe-linguist @smlmsworld @mangotarot @genderfuckedpigeon @twofaced-gemini-withnobrush

[menacarychamber]

CW: GORE AND SCOPOPHOBIA!

speedpaint edition! :3c

Music featured:

[sasster]

Puzzling

We’re really earning that title of Timeline Jumper now, folks.

Can I interest you in another blast from the past?

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Trolls are not known for giving too much attention to their dead, short of dispatching them so thoroughly that they do not return as the shambling members of a daywalking horde, their fates aren’t really worried after. A corpse is burnt or sent to the ditches, never to be considered again. That’s just how it is. Clowns are much the same, if not worse, a crushed skull keeps the daywalkers away and someone else will be by to clean up the mess. Maybe. Or some wild animal will pick it apart. Or the sun would come along and swelter it so thoroughly, baking the rot into it in such a way that no one will want to touch it. Who cares?

All of this to say that it came as quite a shock when the three leaders of this particular subjuggulator sect set aside some actual space in an unused cellar for one of their followers to tend to their dead. Somehow this strange man convinced them that this would be a service to the Messiahs. Why would we leave our sisters and our brothers to fester as a prize for their glory? What sort of legacy does that leave behind? And it worked. From then on fallen subjuggulators would be dragged back to that strange man in his strange den and arrangements would be made for them.

Perhaps this ability to get the crowd on his side is what drew Harlan to him in the first place. The visits started infrequently enough, just a little something to satisfy an itch of curiosity, but steadily they grew into a routine as his fascination with the man started to rise.

Harlan sits with his hands folded into his lap, watching the peculiar mortician flit about, with grace, the fresh wave of bodies that’d been brought down to him. The careless way with which the average troll tends to handle the dead means that many of them were worse for wear, their appearances left a lot to be desired, by the time they made it down to him. But his magic of prepping the dead never seemed to wane, he always got it done. Today the wave included only three fresh corpses; This one needed a portion running up their side stitched shut, that one had a trocar needle and tubing placed beside him for cavity filling, and the last was made ready for embalming fluid to be sent through their veins.

The smell of formaldehyde hangs heavy in the air. It used to be that the chemical smell of the morgue clung to his senses and made it difficult to sit still and enjoy the process, but as his visits became more frequent so too did his tolerance for the sting in his eyes and the muddling of his sense of smell start to rise.

His gaze falls on the hands of the mortician, as it often does, as he returns to the cadaver in dire need of stitches, learned hands navigating around the bulk of the black nitrile gloves that encase them with ease to weave a fine thread through the infinitesimal eye of a needle on the first try. 

Silence always suited the pair and as such, sometimes these sessions would pass in their entirety with barely a word passed between them. Harlan appreciated having a place away from the rowdy going-ons of the church above them and especially from the odd friends Orfuse has a tendency of bringing around his hive, so he rarely finds himself being the one to break that silence.

Rarely does not mean never, however.

“How is a cadaver any different?” He asks when the needle pierces the skin with a squelch that must be more audible to the mortician situated just above the source.

Thanat does not look up from his work, one deft hand pinching the offending wound while the other goes through the motions of suturing it shut. “Different from what, Harls?”

His own idle hands tingle as the neat row of stitches are neatly closed off and tied shut.

“From touching people, how do they differ?”

The mortician shrugs, dropping the needle into a tray of discarded instruments and moves on to the trocar needle that awaited him. “Well, to start, I am still wearing gloves.” He holds one of his hands up for emphasis and wiggles his fingers. Harlan exhales a humored breath and rolls his eyes. They both know what he meant.

He pierces the abdomen with the trocar, and surely being so near the contents of a stomach cavity would be a germaphobe’s nightmare, but he does not flinch. He instead goes about inserting the tubing necessary for draining. Harlan has seen him do it a handful of times, so he is not surprised, only ever fascinated with the mortician.

“I think there is something cleansing about death,” he explains, in the middle of trading the sullied gloves for a pair of new ones. “It is different because they are cleansed, I guess.”

Harlan moves to cross one leg over the other, bringing a hand up to rest his chin upon. He lets out a thoughtful hum. “What a strange mind you have, Thanat Lycaon.”

“No more puzzling than yours, Harlan Mahkir,” he says with just the faintest of smiles. “Besides, there are not many trolls tending to the dead around here. Someone has to do it.”

“Unless you count Lenore, of course.”

“Carrion birds provide a different form of tending, I’m afraid.”

Harlan only hums again, still humored, distracted anew by the mortician handling his instruments and cadavers when he takes up moving about again.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Scouring a Q&A archive for realmslore, as I am wont to do, and seeing people being semi-officially (officially?) directed to Lords of Darkness when they ask about Realms-specific undead lore even in the 5e era is amusing, and also validating (I love that book. I love how creating tomb guardians/mummies works in the Realms: it's so fucked up. I love the Bhaalist mummy and his relationship problems. I want my Bhaalist to get mummified.)

But anyway the concept that that lore holds in 5e Toril is darkly hilarious to me for reasons, because you'd be applying this to BG3:

Greater and Lesser vampires: Toril does in fact have rare daylight walking vampires! They're created when a succubus kills you by kissing you (ie draining your life force and consuming your soul during make out sessions/sex) and then your corpse rises again as a soulless undead horror that can walk in sunlight. Other than the daywalking a greater vampire is exactly like a normal vampire.

And I'm just... You can get your soul eaten by a fiend in game: can you imagine Astarion's reaction if - after being dumb enough to get fucked to death by Haarlep I know they don't kill you in-game, humour me - you came back as a vampire able to walk in the sun right off the bat? Either he's going to be insanely envious (why do you get everything he wants through an act of terminal stupidity), or he's going to be extremely put out that he isn't special. "There are no vampires like me" Are you sure babe? Bet?

Also as far as Toril is concerned with undeath in its own setting: undeath is evil, as are all of it's sources and all acts of inflicting it upon somebody (except for Baelnorn), but the undead are people and a bit more complicated. Not necessarily terribly nice people, who are monsters and sometimes have to do horrible things due to their nature, but they have control of their actions do damage control and decide not to be total bastards. (Most are total bastards). There are folk stories and legends of protective ancestors and helpful undead, and some undead hunters are wont to let "sleeping undead lie" if they're not bothering anyone. Interestingly I also saw something today that some undead hunting is actually done by undead, who don't appreciate other, less pragmatic and/or morally inclined undead being more evil and destructive than they need to be ("‘nuisance’ undead") and risking encouraging hatred/fear of the undead and angry mobs amongst the living: do you mind, some of us are trying to unlive in relative peace here. How is a Lich supposed to study with clerics breaking down their door, you animals?? Different source again, but D&D's token "good" vampire is a Torilian native (and by "good" I mean Chaotic Neutral and messy, and currently being warped and tormented by the Dark Powers of Ravenloft who enjoy a good chew toy). Toril does have another "good" vampire in official material, but he's been cursed to be Lawful Good and would explicitly go back to being a monster if you lifted that curse, so methinks he doth not count.

[abyssalaerlocke]

Sanguine Archduke

More on becoming a daywalking vampire via Haarlep

What if it happened to Gortash? Maybe that's how he got out. Maybe Raphael was pissed Haarlep killed his pet artificer, and is angrier when he realises Gortash survived, and "snuck out" with the corpses (maybe it was Nubaldin that dumped his body).

Maybe the contract on him ended when he died, or maybe his soul stayed with Raphael, even if his body reanimated — Enver's mind persevered in it just from his brain.

Durge would love fucking a corpse bloodthirsty vampire, and they'd share sanguine treats instead of chocolates

If/when Gortash dies, Bane doesn't get ahold of his soul, maybe Durge found (and stole) a soul coin from the House of Hope...

[headmates-for-you]

Can we get the Special template for both a Roxanne wolf and a Moondrop alter pack? Tysm!! —🔦🔋 [ Gregory ]

Thank you for the ask!

Info

Name(s): Roxanne

Nickname(s): Roxy

Last Name(s): Wolf

Age(s): 23

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 6’2

Zodiac: leo

Source(s): Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

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Labels

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): biromantic demisexual, autosexual

TransID(s): transobsessive, transAI, transmother, transloving, transharmful, transharmed, transfamous, transmusician, transcelebrity, transselfobsession, transdisorderedthinking, transintrusivethoughts

CisID(s): robot/animatronic, free roaming, free thinking, self loving

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Misc. Information

Paras: autophilia

Positive Trigger(s): mirrors, go karts

Other Trigger(s): body in danger

Role(s): fictive, protector, internal caregiver

Typing quirk: drags out her words, caps at the beginning of a sentence

Emoji Signoff: ⭐️🐺 or ⭐️🪞

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Extra

Playlist 

IT GIRL - Aliyah’s Interlude

Rumors - Lindsay Lohan

BAD BITCH - Tessa Violet

GAL is MIND - softboiledegg

MONEY - LISA

This Day Aria - MLP soundtrack

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Aesthetic

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Info

Name(s): Moon

Nickname(s): none

Last Name(s): Drop

Age(s): 21

Pronouns: he/him, it/its

Height: 6’4

Zodiac: scorpio

Source(s):  Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

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Labels

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transkiller, transbrainwashed, transmindcontrolled, transevil

CisID(s): robot/animatronic, free roaming, free thinking, spinning head, feral

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Misc. Information

Paras: nyctophilia, MAP, MAPsadism, sadism

Positive Trigger(s): power outages

Other Trigger(s):  - when he wants - 

Role(s): prosecutor, persecutor  

Typing quirk: lowercase with periods

Emoji Signoff: ⭐️🌑

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Extra

Playlist 

Hide and Seek - Lizz Robinett

DAYWALKER! - mgk, CORPSE

The Bard’s Last Note - Ricky Desktop, Kim Dracula

Moya golova vintom (My head is spinning like a screw) - kostromin

Scary Garry - Kaito Shoma, DJ Paul, Kingpin Skinny Pimp

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[princesspastel8]

Chapter 32

Third POV

After Jeff left, Eboni kicked everyone out - stating that she had a long weekend and deserves some rest in her own bed. Iris and Luna didn't complain and left, wishing Eboni the best. But Taylor did. She clearly didn't like the power Jeff has over Eboni. The teen knows this as well. It was written all over Taylor's face. Does she care? Not at all. She belongs to Jeff, and nothing about that fact will change. The sooner Taylor accepts that, the better.

It's Monday. Tiffany has called Eboni to check in on her. The teen is a bit surprised that she didn't receive any text or phone calls from the woman over the weekend. Maybe she thought Eboni was out living her best life and didn't want to get in the way of that. Either way, it worked out since Eboni was stuck at that mansion.

Eboni can't take her rollerblades this time, so her only option of transportation is her bike. Her hand has gotten better as well as the bruise on the side of her ribs.

Once at the school, she chains up her bike and tightens her cast before walking through the school doors. While walking to her locker, the teen notices most of the students staring at her - whispering words to their friends or giving her a look of acknowledgment. The atmosphere of their stares doesn't seem negative in any way.

"Has to be about the Red Riders ga-"

As Eboni is opening her locker to grab her books for first period, a strong force knocks her straight into her locker, making it slame close on her injured hand. She holds back her cry, glaring at the person responsible for it.

Trisha glares down at Eboni, grabbing the girl's hair. The teen whences, glaring daggers at Trisha. This girl can never catch a break. Beth stands there, grinning like some mad woman. These two have been aching to get their hands on Eboni.

"Patience really is a virtue, huh? We tried to get Taylor to Spill on where you live, but that bitch wouldn't fess up."

"We know you got something to do with the murders of our members. Spill the beans, and we might spare you an ass kicking!" Trisha shouts in Eboni's face.

Eboni grins, spitting in Trisha's face, which earns her head slamming into the lockers and a kick to her injured ankle from Beth. Eboni falls to the ground, still refusing to release any sounds of pain. She looks at her hand, blood bleeding through the bandages.

"What's up with the busted hand and fucked up ankle huh? Get that shit while out on your killing sprees? Fess up already!" Beth demands, kicking the girl in her stomach and Trisha socks her clean in her jaw.

Eboni lands on the ground with a hard 'thud'. She slowly sits up, grinning from ear to ear. "And if I was involved...the cops has nothing on me - you wanna be gangsters bitches!"

At this point, Trisha and Beth lose their temper and begin jumping Eboni - punching and kicking her at any place their hits would land. The other students just watch, most recording and not one bothering to find a teacher.

"EBONI!!" Taylor yells, pushing the students out of her way with Iris close behind saying 'excuse me' to every person Taylor shoves.

"Don't even think about stepping in, you useless low grade!" Beth orders.

Eboni pants, blood flowing from her nose and her lip busted once again. She looks at Taylor, begging the girl to do something. What's the worst that can happen? All she wants is a break. Taylor, however, stares in anger and remorse, causing Eboni to sigh. Maybe this is one of the gangs rules- low grades have no choice but to listen to the higher ups, even if their friend is getting beaten to the ground.

She won't hold this against her, but that doesn't mean she isn't pissed off. The question is, why isn't Eboni fighting back? Well, she doesn't want to be suspended again. It seems like every time the teen fights back, she's the one to always get into trouble - it's unfair, but Eboni will hold out until a teacher shows up.

That is until Iris surprisingly steps forward. She puts on her best threatening expression, clenching her fist. Eboni's eyes widen, knowing Iris can't even bring herself to hurt a fly - what can she do against two gang members?

"L-L-L....Leave h-her alone!" Iris forces out through her trembling lips.

Trisha laughs, stepping forward. She grins down at the five foot two teen, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah? And if I don't? What is a stuttering bitch like you gonna do?"

Iris is trembling as if the temperature within the halls dropped below zero. Eboni feels touched. Iris, knowing how terrifying it is, still put herself in the middle of this crossfire just to possibly save Eboni. Unfortunately, the poor trembling girl stands still - paralyzed.

"Nothing. That's what I thought." Trisha laughs before punching the girl clean in her jaw, and Iris falls to the ground.

"Iris!" Taylor calls out, rushing to the girl's side. She quickly helps her out, glaring at Trisha. "Ya' sorry son of a-"

"Finish that sentence, and I will tell the head - everything." Trisha warns, raising a brow.

Taylor's mouth slames shut as she helps Iris off the floor, not having the courage to look Eboni's way. Beth laughs, shaking her head. "Well shit. You really do have some crappy, weak friends - huh? You mur-"

Eboni is already on her feet, grabbing Beth by her hair and knees her in the nose before slamming her head against the locker. She looks boldy at Trisha, wiping the blood from her nose and spitting blood on the ground from her lip.

"Nice to see one of my friends has a set of balls." She grins, looking at Iris, who smiles back with shaky lips.

"Beth! You piece of sh-"

Trisha moves to punch Eboni in her face, but she girl dodges easily. Swing after swing - Trisha can't land a single hit. Eboni's mind is elsewhere at this point. She assumes fighting a few high-class serial killers taught her a thing or two - one lesson being speed.

"Stand. STILL!" Trisha shouts in frustration.

"Fuck - this is boring." She said, dropping down into a split which surprises everyone watching.

Eboni moves her leg, tripping Trisha to the ground. The teen quickly jumps in top of her, giving punch after brutal punch to the girl's face. At this point, Trisha is already knocked out cold, but that doesn't stop Eboni in the slightest - until she feels something smack her upside the head.

Eboni groans, ringing filling her ears. She looks up, giving Beth a sly grin. "Aw, was a few knocks to the locker not enough to keep your pathetic ass down? I hope you're more entertaining than she was." Eboni taunts while standing off of Trisha, kicking the girl in her rib for good measure.

The action angers Beth, the girl swinging her bat in Eboni's direction. She smiles wickedly, a crazed look taking over her features. Beth moves to swing the bat at her head again, but Eboni catches it in her grasp, yanking the weapon from Beth. She tosses the bat into the crowd, laughing loudly.

"A girl in a cast can still move faster than you! Come oooon, I'm sure you've had plenty of street fights! Show me what them hands can do!" Eboni said, standing with her hands on her hips.

Beth accepts her challenge, her movements being rather swift, which surprises Eboni in a delightful way. But after some time, Beth movements slow down due to her lack of stamina. It seems like the leader lacks it since her minions always get their hands dirty.

"You really are a disappointment." Eboni scoffs, punching the girl square in her nose.

She gives no time for Beth to recover, kicking the girl to the ground but grabs her hair to keep her upright. Eboni brings her fist to her face over and over again, her laughter growing louder and more maniacal. When she notices Beth slipping unconscious, Eboni leans down to whisper something into her ear.

"I have nothing to do with your petty gang's death. Buuuut I know the man that does - each one of those fuckers didn't stand a chance against him, Especially Emily." She mocks, giving the girl one last blow knocking her out cold.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Principle Webb shouts, pushing his way through the crowd with other teachers following behind him.

Eboni cracks her neck and knuckles, looking at Principle Webb with a widen smile. "Oh hey, nothing really. Just beat these bitches up for thinking they can jump me." Eboni points at the cameras in the corner of the halls. "Look at those cameras. They even punched Iris for trying to defend me."

"I-Its true..." Iris said, pulling away from Taylor.

Taylor, of course, grabs Iris and shakes her head, silently begging her to shut up. Eboni rolls her eyes, chuckling darkly. Sometimes, she really wants to kick Taylor's ass. Whatever the reason may be, Eboni knows she's trying to save her own ass. She knows these girls have some type of blackmail on her. How hippocyrtical of Taylor to still keep secrets that only Iris knows about.

"You! To my office, now!" Principle Webb orders.

Eboni rolls her eyes, walking towards his office - sparing Taylor a side eye. Once there principle Webb goes through the security cameras, watching intensely. When he sees Eboni telling the truth, he sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Suspended for the rest of the week. I will inform your parents."

"What the hell!? I didn't start it!"

"But you caused more damage! You look like you were enjoying yourself!"

"And if I was? They fucking deserved it.", Eboni said through her teeth a smile stretching her face.

Principle Webb stares at the teen in horror, getting a sense of strange deja vu. "G-Get out! My decision is final! Leave school grounds, or I will have you escorted out!" He warns.

Eboni sighs, standing from her seat and leaves his office - walking straight out of the school doors. She walks to her bike, hopping on after unchaining it and rides back home- awaiting a phone call from Tiffany.

When home, Eboni slumps in her bed, body sore from the beating she took. Eboni's phone begins to ring, Tiffany on the other end. The woman lectures her, Eboni not saying a word since she's too tired to care. After awhile of bickering, Eboni hangs up the phone mid sentence, then turns her phone on silent. A break. The girl just wants a break from everything. Letting exhaustion take over, Eboni drifts off into a light nap.

• • • •

Meanwhile, at the Slenderman mansion, BEN is scrolling through Instagram on his phone - the phone is bugged so nothing can be traced back. During his scrolling, he comes across a video that looks like a school fight. Rolling his eyes, he keeps scrolling until he comes across the same video but at a different angle. He scrolls again, but the same thing occurs. Giving up, he watches the video, his eyes widening at who's partaking in the fight.

"Holy shit is that Eboni?" BEN ask outloud, gaining Eyeless Jack's attention.

"What are you watching?" He asks, leaning over to take a look while BEN turns up the volume.

"Is she always kicking someone's a- Oh shit that was a nasty hit!"

"Play it from the beginning. See her hand? It's bleeding through her bandages."

BEN starts the video over, both of them cringing at the beating Eboni takes so willingly. "...is this what Jeff is talking about?"

"The one thing that pisses him off about Eboni? Yeah, now I understand. So why did Eboni - "

"Why did Eboni what?" Jeff questions, looming over them from behind the couch - taking a sip of his Jack Daniel's.

"Your girl got into another smack down." BEN sighs.

"Her hand looks pretty bad." EJ comments, a look of concern taking his features.

Jeff quickly snatches the phone from BEN, watching the fight from beginning to end. He's pissed, no doubt about it, but he's angry for three different reasons. One, Eboni allows them to beat her. Two, her quiet - weak friend tries to step in and fails miserably while Taylor does absolutely nothing. And Three, that was the tipping point for Eboni to fight back - to defend her friend, not herself.

Jeff tosses the phone back to BEN, frowning. "EJ, get your medical shit and follow me."

Eyeless Jack doesn't bother to argue since he wants to check on Eboni as well. He goes into his private infirmary and grabs his first aid kit, making his way back down the stairs.

"BEN, use your powers and send us there. Too tired to walk." He grumbles, dark bags clearly under his eyes - the killer didn't get much sleep last night.

BEN nods, placing his hands on their shoulders and zaps out of the mansion and zips through the forest - making it to the edge of the forest and Eboni's home. Jeff looks around, nodding his head forward once the cost is clear.

Jeff, EJ, and BEN all climb up to her window, Jeff opening the window quietly and swiftly - the three of them stepping inside. EJ and BEN are taken aback by Eboni's pink infested room, but Jeff is used to it by now. He walks over to her bed, noticing she's asleep.

The smiling killer reaches over, using his index finger to rub against her cheek. "Wake up, princess. We gotta talk."

Eboni stirs, opening her eyes. She yawns, sitting up as she rubs them. "Daddy?"

BEN zaps her lights on, waving awkwardly. "We're here too. Just needed you to know." The demon did not want to witness nor hear anything that can be avoided.

"Uh..ok?? Why are you all here anyway? Besides Da-...Jeff."

Jeff moves to sit beside her, grabbing her hand, and begins to unwrap it. He notices her busted lip and the bruises on her arms and legs. He clicks his tongue, wiping blood from her nose that begins to bleed again. He looks at her hand, shaking his head.

"EJ get started."

EJ steps forward, making Eboni flinch back. "Wait- hold on I'm -"

"Shut. Up. Just sit there and let him work. I won't tell you again." The smiling killer warns, clearly not in the best mood.

Eboni pouts, sulking against her headboard as EJ begins looking over her hand- changing the stitching and cleaning the wound. The teen looks at Jeff, noticing the dark bags under his eyes. She tilts her head but looks at BEN.

"Are you going to explain why you guys suddenly showed up?"

"You're going viral." BEN smirks, "that fight of yours is blowing up."

Eboni's eyes widen, reaching for her phone and taking it off of silent. She notices the many missed calls from Tiffany and a few messages from Iris and...A LOT from Taylor. She gets onto Instagram, noticing her fight is all over her feed. She checks her account, noticing how many followers she gained.

"....whoa-" she whispers, quickly replying to Iris to let her know she's alright but leaves Taylor on open - rolling her eyes and scoffing at her half ass apologies.

Jeff takes the phone, reading Taylor's message. His eye twitched, throwing her phone to the couch. "Man! I hate that bitch!" He shouts.

Eboni's taken aback, "Why? She didn't do anything to you -"

"But she's doing shit to you! Fuck Eboni when are you going to start defending yourself? When are you gonna start giving a shit about yourself?! Your SAFETY!? Fuck those bitches and start putting your ass first!"

The teen stares at him, a bit confused as to why he's snapping at her like this. "Where's this coming fr -"

The killer pulls away from her, standing and starts pacing her room. He pitches the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his temper under control. Yes, he's angry, but he's trying not to direct it all at Eboni even though half of his anger is because of her. He doesn't mind Iris and Luna. Though they don't agree with their...connection, they know not to overstep - not to get in the way.

But not Taylor. He refuses to believe that such a girl has Eboni's best interest at heart. He senses jealously - Envy. The way she looks at his girl is contradictoring to her words on how she cares for Eboni. Taylor's so selfish and has her head so far up her ass. No wonder she's with Masky. The two are too much alike. That's a recipe for a toxic bomb. Taylor is only looking out for herself, no matter who to hurt, to get what she wants. How she got girls like Iris and Luna to care for her is beyond Jeff's comprehension.

"She doesn't give a shit about you. Something about that bitch rubs me the wrong way. How is it that the one that looks like she'll cry at any kind of comfortation helps you - but not the one who can throw hands!?" He shouts.

"What the hell - she does care! They're blackmailing her! They have something on her head!" Eboni said defensively. These are the first friends she's ever made. Sure, Taylor has her flaws, but she will defend her. She doesn't want to lose the first and only friends she has.

Jeff laughs, shaking his head. "You think I give a shit Eboni? I'm never wrong about this shit! She's going to screw you over! That hoe is a damn narcissist!"

EJ reaches to try and place a thin bandage over Eboni's lip, but their consistent arguing is preventing it. The teen laughs, rolls her eyes, and crosses her arms over her chest. "It takes one to know one asshole!"

No one can stop it. No one sees it coming. Before EJ & BEN can take action, Jeff forces Eboni against her headboard by her throat. His grip tightens as he stares at the girl with unblinking eyes - his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"You're right princess I'm the biggest fucking narcissist out here! But you like that - you love that shit about me. It's what draws you in, makes you crave more. So don't sit here and act like you're more sane than me. You're just as fucked up as me and if you want a bitch like that to fuck you up some more - be my fucking guest!" He shouts in her face before BEN yanks him away.

Eboni coughs, hand on her throat as she tries to regulate her breathing. EJ quickly places a patch over her lip before taking a look at her neck. It'll bruise, only slightly, though. He places a reassuring hand on Eboni's shoulder before looking at Jeff - his expression in dismay.

"Tch. Fuck this. Let's go." He said, not sparing another look at Eboni.

EJ and BEN share an apologetic look towards Eboni before jumping out of the window, leaving her in a state of shock. Maybe Taylor is right, out of all the psycho killers to let fuck her - why did it have to be Jeff The Killer?

[katsigian]

The OC Playlist Tag

Tagged by @rindemption thank you! 😚 I chose Valen, because which other of my OCs has a 12h long playlist just for them. His music was once described as combat music and that's the main theme 😂 I picked a ton of songs that always make me think of him - they fit him and his story perfectly.

Game Rules: Choose one of your characters and list song(s) that fit them.

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Sesha Naga - Ulisess

Killers from the Northside - Kordhell

Daywalker! - MGK, CORPSE

BONES - Dxrk ダーク

Immaculate - VISXGE

Make Me - vvpskvd

UNHOLY - Kordhell, Dxrk ダーク

Vendetta! - MUPP, Sadfriendd

Trespass - Dxrk ダーク

Garden of Magic - ANGELHEX, Sidewalks and Skeletons

Crush on You - Woodju

Murder - Soulji

Hunter - RIAYA

Path 5 - Max Richter

Seeker - Kai Engel

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There's no pressure to share if you'd rather not, and if you've already done this, feel free to ignore because I'm not sure who's completed it <3

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[livealittleoc-cb]

“There’s an invisible voice that is talkin to me, and it’s always tellin me to…”

“Kill.”

“I got a problem with separating what my head is creating from things that are…”

“Real.”

“I’m in a room, hyperventilating and debating to pop off the cap of these…”

“Pills.”

“If I get angry, I’m goin to start up a out like people on…”

“Capitol Hill.”

“Fight, fight, fight, fight!”