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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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Horror Villains and: What They Would Put in the Hat

(The 7 Minutes in Heaven hat)

This was pretty much inspired by This post by @your-mxnd-is-mxne ! ^^

Warnings: Cursing and gore (As in limbs being put in the hat)

Animal the Cannibal: A potato peeler. BE CAREFUL.

Baby Firefly: A cute scrunchie. Put it in your hair!! She thinks you'll look so cute ^^ If you don't have hair/its too short, you can put it in hers! ^^ (So basically you win everything)

Billy Loomis: A folded up poster for the local cinema's horror night. They're playing Psycho, The Birds and then Psycho 2 Back-To-Back.

Bo Sinclair: Little plyers. he never leaves home without them, so you better give them back! Play nice and he may use them on you *cough*

Bubba Sawyer: A pig femur... its not clean...

Candyman: A little leather bound journal with his poetry in it. If he likes you, maybe he'll read you some!!

Captain Spaulding: A pamphlet for his shop! He'd just fucken love to show you around.

Carrie White: A pencil. She wasn't sure and she didn't have a whole lot on her! she hopes that's okay ^^

Chop Top Sawyer: His sunnies! Not his wig, that's special. But you got his glasses! He even wants to see you put them on.

Chucky Lee Ray: He put his whole damn shoe in there. I mean, he's a doll. Why not? // If he's in his human form, though, maybe... a... condom...

BONUS for @your-mxnd-is-mxne because its their idea in the first place ^^ Daddy Hall- *cough* I mean Doc Halloran!: Bullet casing. Its, oddly enough, the only thing that was in his pockets?? 😅 After all he is only here to hunt Leslie- see if you can distract him, though.

Dr Suave: A pack of tooth floss from his pocket. He's a dentist, what do you expect from him?

Drayton Sawyer: The keys to the chilly van (Its all he had on him). He's gonna want them back.

Freddy Krueger: A scrap oh his sweater and it turns to dirty brown dust as soon as you see what it is.

Granny Boone: Buckman's initialed handkerchief.

Harper Alexander: A twig that's been widdled a whole bunch. It may snap in your hand- don't you worry, he don't mind ^^

Inkubus: Ripped piece of paper with a backwards K scribbled into it. You get ink stains on your fingers.

Jack Dante: An action figure! Probably He-Man or something. You can play with it for now but you're gonna give it back when he goes home.

Jason Voorhees: A chunk of moss. Its squishy and fresh.

Jedidiah Sawyer: A tie! He's a well dressed man and always brings an extra XD

Jennifer Check: Cherry Coke Chapstick! You know she's that super cool person who had all the branded soda flavours. And she may even apply some to you~

Jerry Dandridge: His scarf. And its cold- why don't you wear it for a while?~ He's very charming. And this is the man you're gonna get stuck in a closet alone with for nearly 10 minutes! Goodluck-

Leslie Vernon: His mask. He's gotta spread the word!! Make sure people know who he is! This felt like a marketing opportunity.

Lester Sinclair: That grizzly lookin' knife of his. Listen to him chat about it and he'll love you forever.

Luda Mae Hewitt: Wooden spoon. Her logic? If she goes in there with someone iffy she can beat them with it.

Max Grief: Cassette tape out of his car. He wasnt sure what to really put in, so, *shrug*

Mayor Buckman: Boone's initialed handkerchief (Yeahhhh, they're cute like that XD).

Mental Manny: Straw twisted and bent into the shape of some satanic symbol. You feel uncomfortable holding it. But oh, he wants you to have it now~~ A gift.

Michael Myers: Someone's ear.

Mickey Altieri: A snack. Like a cookie from a vending machine or a pack of 2 minute noodles. You can have it, no worries.

Midnight Man: The page with the names on it. ... wanna play a game?

Miss Quinn: Her hand mirror. Come on now, sweetheart!!~ We'll make you look pretty.

Monty Hewitt: A screwdriver. You got anything he can fix up rela quick? He doesn't mind, if it means he can get away from Hoyt for a bit.

Otis B. Driftwood: You don't wanna know. I'm not telling you. Put it down.

Pamela Voorhees: Her drivers licence. She was looking in her wallet and thought it was logical- plus she sure as hell wasn't putting in her polaroid of Jason.

Patrick Bateman: His card, of course. Its so damn crisp- you get a paper cut.

Pennywise: A horn! Honk honk!

Rocco the Clown: Some poor bastard's kneecap. Yes. A kneecap. And I still won't tell you what Otis put in the hat.

Roman Bridger: A very fancy pen. The kind thats like 50 dollars for one. It's for signing contracts but he likes to show off that he has it.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: 'His' sheriff's badge! He wants you to comment on it, too- call him Sheriff Hoyt- stroke his ego. That's all he wants.

Stu Macher: A lollipop! You can have it, he's already sucking one. You two can have matching blue tongues!

Stuart Lloyd: Someone forced him to chuck in the USB that his little movie is on- he's terribly anxious about it and hope that you'll just give it right back and don't play it. Its not done...

DBD! The Clown: A little travel bottle with a suspicious liquid inside. He suggests that you drink it... I suggest you do not. Unless, you know, you're into it-

DBD! The Deathslinger: A wrench. He's a handy man and never leaves the house without his handy wrench!

The Djinn: ... the jewel...

DBD! The Huntress: A bunny ear from a bunny doll. She can do it herself but if you sew it back onto her dolly then you have a friend for life.

The Man (Hush): A switchblade. He's gonna want it back but (; you can keep it while you're in the closet with him if it makes you feel safer.

Taxidermist: Some kind taxidermists tool. Maybe a fleshing cone or a necker knife.

Thomas Hewitt: A pretty rock. 🪨

Vincent Sinclair: A notepad so he can talk to you if you don't know sign language ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: A crushed can of coke. He doesn't carry shit around with him and he sure as fuck is not handing over his knife.

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mareastrorum · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (The Plan)

Here is a scene from chapter 1 of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting in June or July.

Caleb Widogast was having fourth thoughts about recruiting Otis. He had his second thoughts immediately upon seeing them in that tavern in Shadycreek Run, and then had third thoughts upon recruiting Caduceus Clay and overhearing Otis’s strange opinions about the Blooming Grove.

Each time, Caleb had reasoned that the Mighty Nein could use all the help they could get. He could not be picky, especially considering that Otis was already familiar with the Savalirwood and the Sour Nest. They had even sketched out a reasonably intelligible map of the grounds and the building—apparently, it had been a former Jagentoth manor, then was converted to a hideout for the Iron Shepherds after an “untimely” death in the family.

Unfortunately, the Nein had briefly stopped by to discover that there were more than double the earlier number of guards. That was when Otis had suggested a plan: lure a monster out of the Savalirwood to the Sour Nest. And as terrible as that sounded, none of the Nein had a better idea for dealing with quite so many guards without tipping the Iron Shepherds off that they were there to rescue the others.

Thus, Caleb and Beau were following Otis through the Savalirwood to a supposed monster lair of a “bone bear” they were sure they could lure to the Sour Nest. Otis had not explained how the group was to accomplish this, but, well…

“Trust me, trust me, it’ll be awesome,” Otis snickered as they led through a surprisingly quick path through the overgrown wood. Was it that Otis had traveled this way before, or were they that familiar with how the corrupted trees grew in the area? At this point, Caleb’s fourth thoughts had been going on so long that they may as well be the fifth, too.

“Listen, uh, Otis,” Beau grumbled as she deftly maneuvered through the roots, though Caleb was having trouble following. “How are we gonna get this thing back there?”

“You said you’re fast!” Otis barked. “So I’m gonna ride on your shoulders shooting at it to piss it off, and you’re gonna run back to lead it. And the wizard’s gonna stay outta sight and slow it, ‘cause it’s gonna be quick.”

Beau made a half-grimace half-scowl of disapproval, but she turned and nodded her head at Caleb to speak in her stead. At least she was trying to be civil—rather, trying to avoid hostility.

“Ah, excuse me—you want Beauregard to lure it and I will follow behind it?” Caleb stumbled, both figuratively and literally as his foot caught on a root while he was distracted. “Ow.”

“Safest place, really, really,” Otis replied excitedly. “Those bears get fixed on whatever they’re chasin’, and anythin’ else nearby is gonna get outta the way. It’ll clear all the dense brush, too, so even if you fall behind, it’ll be fuckin’ easy to get back. All we gotta do is make sure I piss it off the most and Beau doesn’t drop me, and we’re good!”

Caleb felt a bit of awe at the courage of this halfling so willing to risk their own life to anger a bear made of bones and to trust a human they met only hours earlier to carry them to safety all in the name of rescuing an old friend that was supposed to be dead… but mostly it was sheer exasperation that they had found someone more foolhardy than Mollymauk. Beauregard looked back at Caleb with her are we really doing this? face. He could only sigh and nod in reply.

They continued another thirty-six minutes of slow, careful hiking with only the noise of the woods. Creaking trees, rustling leaves, distant howls and growls. Otis paused in place once they heard snarling close by, then stifled their laughing completely and quietly continued forward. So, the halfling could be silent after all.

Moonlight broke through the clouds and trees ahead into a small clearing. The trio carefully made their way behind a large tree just at the edge and peeked around the brush.

Judging by the stray pieces of bone and fur scattered about, it indeed seemed like a bear with bones grown around its fur had once made its den in the hollowed out tree at the other end of the small glade. Small piles of clean bones to either side of the entrance bolstered that theory.

But there were five large wolves (dire wolves perhaps?) gathered around a mass of meat, snarling loudly as they ate, a few fighting over whatever particularly appetizing section they felt was theirs. They ripped through the bony flesh easily, massive jaws crunching their meal with vigor as they devoured a bear that must have been taller than the firbolgs left behind at the Sour Nest.

No. Their faces, their tongues, their ears, their legs, their torsos were too long. Far too long. Each body extended several dozen feet, weaving around the others like snakes…

No, they all connected to a single set of rear legs.

It was one wolf beast with five torsos. Five heads. Five mouths.

Caleb forced himself to swallow and take a breath once he realized he had stopped breathing, then very slowly moved his entire body behind the tree. Beau and Otis soon followed.

Gods, they needed to get out of there. Now.

“So, uh… I guess I forgot to check the moon,” Otis chuckled maniacally under their breath. “It, uh, it wanders pretty far south this time in the cycle. Uh, uh, well— heheheheh, this might work, too. Listen, that thing doesn’t move through thick woods too great, so if we stick to the rough terrain, it’ll be way slower.”

“You want to lure that?” Beau hissed in a whisper. “That? What the fuck is that?”

“That’s the Wolf-King,” Otis replied blithely. “It’s got a pretty big territory, so it kinda works its way through the wood dependin’ on the moon. It doesn’t stay long though, it eats and then leaves, so this might work better, ‘cause once it’s done eatin’ whatever it can see, it’ll fuckin’ run.”

“How certain are you?” Caleb questioned, sounding far more calm than he felt. While the Wolf-King looked like it would take care of the guards, it would do the Nein no good to lure a monster that would lay claim to the Sour Nest as its own den.

“For sure, for sure,” Otis answered as they nodded. “Been in these woods for years, and the Uttolots have been after that thing for just as long. Jagoda had maps and notes about it that, uh, happened to get lost when the Trebain family wanted to settle a grudge.” Otis grinned wide. “It’ll eat whatever’s in sight, but as soon as it loses track of somethin’, it’ll run off huntin’ for somethin’ else. It’s got five brains, so it never waits for anythin’ to come outta hidin’ ‘cause all it takes is for a buncha them get distracted to drag the rest away. So, worst case: we run into the Nest and get out of reach. Or on top, ‘cause it’s shit at climbin’.”

“You actually think we can outrun that?” Beau pressed skeptically.

Caleb was not sure what prompted the switch in tone and demeanor, but Otis narrowed their eyes at Beau, then grinned wickedly.

“Lucien does this sorta shit all the time,” Otis sassed. “Hells, he’s the one that came up with this plan for fuckin’ with the Jagentoths. You’re faster than him, right? Right?”

Beau glared indignantly as she clenched her jaw, then huffed, “How fast is it?”

“Pretty fast, yeah, yeah, but it gets caught on stuff easy, so if it gets close, you just gotta run through some tight spaces and it’ll hafta slow down,” Otis chuckled deviously.

As obvious as that manipulation was, Caleb could not help but think that it was for the best. This was probably the stupidest idea they could have gone for, but with his adrenaline already pumping and knowing what the Shepherds were up to back at the Nest—no, they could not wait, and they could not return empty-handed. If Beauregard was confident in her ability to traverse the forest, he would trust that. It was a calculated risk. One they could manage.

He just wasn’t sure how Otis had known that would persuade Beauregard.

“I can still slow it,” Caleb between long, steady breaths. “Just be careful, Beauregard.”

Beau met Caleb’s eyes, and while they seemed to be equally reticent, they both nodded. If anyone could get away from that monstrosity, it was her. And if she had to, she could just shove Otis off and flee. Beau might not be as ruthless as Fjord or himself, but Caleb was confident she would do what was necessary to get out of this.

Or perhaps that was Bren shining through in a dark moment and expecting Beau to become just as heartless.

No matter. They were in dire straights, and softness was not going to rescue the others. Caleb could feel guilty about it later. For now, they needed to lure a monster.

“Shit at climbing, you said?” Beau asked as she looked up at the tree behind her.

“Yeah, yeah,” Otis confirmed.

“Caleb, c’mon,” Beau said as she readied her hands as a foothold on her knee. Caleb frowned, but clambered up with her help onto the lowest branch, about eight feet up. He only barely managed to lift himself up after readjusting onto her shoulders. There was no doubt he would have a graceless leap down, but it would keep him out of sight when the Wolf-King ran past. By the time Caleb had adjusted for a good vantage point to cast—practically laying on his stomach along the branch—Beau had already lifted Otis onto her shoulders, and Otis had readied their crossbow.

“Ready,” Caleb wheezed unenthusiastically as he pulled molasses from his pocket, the thick tree bark nudging his ribs uncomfortably, even through his coat.

“Ready,” Beau agreed as she shifted to the edge of the tree.

“This is gonna be awesome,” Otis snickered again.

Caleb could not see the glade from this angle, but once Beau stepped out from cover, Otis aimed and fired their crossbow, then rapidly shot three sickly green beams of energy into the open space. (Was that like Fjord’s eldritch blast?) Overlapping howls and snarls rang out before barking and loud scrambling joined the cacophony.

“RUN!” Otis screeched as Beau dashed through the brush back toward the Nest. They nearly fell, but Beau had a solid grip on their feet as she fled.

Only a few seconds later, each of the Wolf-King’s torsos lunged through the same space after the two, practically tearing all the brush asunder as it passed. One torso caught onto a smaller trunk and whined as the others dragged it back across the rough bark and it struggled to catch up.

Caleb quietly muttered his Slow spell as he smeared the molasses across his cheek, and the entire monster suddenly began to move at half speed. While he did not hear anymore crossbow shots over the ongoing din from the Wolf-King, he spotted more green energy blasts smack the monster across two faces, a third flying past harmlessly, and the beast seemed to lurch forward unwillingly into several trees. It raged as it recovered and continued after them.

Even with the spell, the chase rushed into the woods within seconds, leaving Caleb alone and heaving in fear as the forest went quiet.

“Scheiße,” Caleb cursed as he clumsily dropped to the ground, stumbling and scraping his knees in the fall, and then started jogging after the chaos. At this point, he was probably on his sixth or seventh thoughts, but at least it would keep the panic at bay. “Iiiiii’ll be right behind you— oh gods, this was a stupid idea.”

Although he was not a religious man, Caleb could not help but feel at the pocket with his symbol of the Arch Heart and mutter a quick plea that the gods would at least protect his friends.

#wip wednesday #critical role fanfiction #TF&TS #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #otis brunkel #the wolf-king

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il0v3di1fs · 1 year ago

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Current ideas

I need ideas and requests

Heartland

Caleb o dell x reader

Chase powers x reader

Ahmed Al Saeed x reader

The lost boys

Marko x reader

David x reader

Max x daughter reader

David x reader

Paul x reader

Marko x werewolf reader

Horror movies

Captain spaulding x daughter reader

Otis B. Driftwood x reader

#otis b driftwood #caleb odell #heartland #the lost boys

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merry-moss · 2 years ago

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#critical role clip #D&D #counterspell #Caleb #Otis #Cree #Mighty Nein #Tomb Takers #Eiselcross

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its-your-mind · 17 days ago

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the m9 are so FUCKING good at being irreverent and threatening and disrespectful and rude and insolent WHILE SOMEHOW ALSO maintaining a certain degree of plausible deniability?? and most of the time they’re not even necessarily trying to be like. manipulative??? that’s just how they are???? most of them hold things close to the chest as a default position, they obfuscate, they’re all hesitant to commit the group to a course of action, they keep their options open and their paths for retreat clear At All Times, and they give NO SHITS about how they’re perceived beyond wanting to give the impression to possible threats that they are Not To Be Fucked With.

which leads to cool shit like the fact that they made essek feel safe and not-lonely because he saw them as kindred spirits and knew their affection was genuine, or when all of them kept sitting in eadwulf’s chair before he could, or when they all grouped tight around Caleb and projected Pure Concentrated Righteous Anger when Trent saw him again for the first time, or when they got banned from Pirate Island by the Pirate King within 24 hours of landing there NOT because they DIDN’T fuck up and blow up a bunch of shit but because someone ELSE fucked up WORSE and so they got to live and leave while Avantika got her head smooshed.

and it is so *chef’s kiss* when they’re with people like trent or obann or whatever noble they’ve pissed off this week, but it’s WAY FUNNIER when they’re with Lucien who is in fact trying to be demeaning and manipulative to them on purpose and they’re just… not acknowledging it. and they’re meeting him volley for volley. but he’s being very intentional in trying to dance the right steps, finding the right buttons to push, and the Nein one time stole a whole-ass pirate ship and sailed into the ocean by… accident. they wouldn’t know intentionality if it bumped into them in the sewers and dropped an ancient religious relic into their bag of holding.

so lucien is trying to unnerve him by being there when cad wakes up, and cad responds by being 100% genuine when he asks Lucien to watch the sunrise and tells him that he needs perspective. jester really does probably want to domesticate unicorns? Caleb did let them sleep in his warm cat tower in exchange for seeing the fucked up book. Veth tried to kill Otis and they’re just. Not talking about it. Either of them. Lucien is scrying on them all the time. They know it. He knows they know. The scrying continues. the Nein throw up middle fingers until the scry orb vanishes so they can have like. ten minutes to plot before another pops up. Lucien knows they’re probably plotting. They know he knows. The plotting continues. Jester turns herself and Lucien into cats so they can slide through the cat tunnels. She reads his Tarot. He pulls Death. She tells him it’s an omen of Rebirth. Caleb surrounds him with the trappings and memories of Mollymauk. Lucien continues to act as though Molly was some meaningless scrap of floating consciousness. The Nein don’t believe that. He knows. He’s not interested in re-examining his opinions on the matter. The Nein keep pushing the Molly buttons. They keep going north together. Beau tells him about the cults they’ve destroyed. Lucien dispels their Polymorphs to force them to face the fire elementals down on the lava beside him. Caleb and Cad can emergency-teleport them out. Eiselcross doesn’t like teleportation energy. They’re the only ones who can stop the Somnovum. Lucien proves his mortality by getting them lost two days in a row. An old enemy finds them. They reach out to Essek. He’s waiting. Aeor. North. Caleb and Beau dream. They could be compromised. They can’t tell if Lucien knows. He’s always acting like he knows everything, and of course none of them would risk asking and giving him more information.

So they dance. But Lucien learned this dance by choice. His movements are quick and smooth, but they don’t flow naturally, not like the Nein’s. They first learned this dance out of necessity, and perfected it under threat of punishment, pain, and death. They’ve spent the last year learning how each other move, learning how to adjust and make room. It’s easy to let Fjord take the lead in negotiation, and to back off when he steps in to mediate. Beau and Caleb don’t have to talk to know each others’ priorities, and when Caleb marches over with clear intent, Beau follows quickly behind to provide silent support, and to step in to take some of the heat in case Caleb needs it. Cad and Jester are so effortlessly effective, offen without even realizing it, but it’s second-nature now to jump ship to whatever new tone or topic one of the clerics brings to the conversation. Veth is similar, though her skill lies more in her ability to aggressively redirect. She can cannonball into any smoothly flowing river of conversation, disrupting things significantly enough that whatever conversation had been happening, it’s at least going to be a very different one than what’s happening now. Yasha is the opposite - she always steps lightly, gently making comments or asking quiet questions, and if Veth is good at making waves, Yasha has a gift for settling things back down, bringing everyone’s energy levels down closer to her own.

and so Lucien is left on the outskirts of an intricate social dance that he can't hope to penetrate, because he refuses to allow himself to know the Nein. He refuses to accept that the part of him that is Molly used to flit and spin and flourish amongst them as though he belonged. Because he did. He does.

and so they keep walking north, with full knowledge that none of them trust each other even a little bit, and that both groups are waiting for one moment of weakness, one stumble, one missed step in the dance to give them a moment to strike. but the tentative peace is dependent on none of them acknowledging that the "peace" is simply the silence of a forest when an apex predator is stalking its prey. at this point, they're all just waiting to see who'll be the hunter, and who will be the hunted.

#c2e122 #lucien nonagon #critical role #the mighty nein #cr2 #c2 #YOUR HONOR I FEEL SO MANY ABOUT THEM

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utilitycaster · 7 months ago

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#critical role

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milquetoad · 1 year ago

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#critical role #mighty nein #nott the brave #veth brenatto #sam riegel #we are literally getting MORE veth brenatto in october the hype train needs to start YESTERDAY #my first poll i had to make sure it went toward a good cause 🫡#text #my posts

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justafriendlystranger · 1 month ago

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New member~

:Introduction:

This is Caleb Otis! A teenager who's barely surviving in a destroyed city, in an apocalyptic timeline. There has been a virus that's rapidly been spreading around the world called the "Necroa Virex" It is a brutal, highly contagious disease that doesn't create zombies but instead destroys its victims from the inside out, leaving them conscious of their slow decline—a fate that terrifies both the infected and the healthy.

This virus spreads rapidly through airborne particles and direct contact, making it one of the most contagious viruses in history. As the infection rate skyrockets, cities become overwhelmed, and medical systems buckle under the sheer number of patients, unable to provide care for the masses. With no known cure, governments enforce extreme quarantine measures, which only heighten fear and isolation among the population. Civil unrest grows as people, desperate to avoid infection, turn against one another. Mistrust spreads just as quickly as the virus, fracturing communities and pushing society toward collapse.

Like Sylas, He fights and fends for himself but with him it's much more extreme. He kills every survivor he comes across with to take anything that can help him survive longer, his only main objective is to survive alone cause he's extremely distrustful of the very few people he sees, either from the virus or from the same mentality that he has.

:How he met Trickster/how he became a member:

He met Trickster when he was scavenging for food, he saw her without any protected gear which led him to believe that she is already infected. He sneaks out behind her and strikes her from behind with a sledgehammer and kills her, but seeing that she has nothing on her, he continued his journey like nothing happened,,, but what he didn't expect is to see her again.. It's been a few weeks since he saw her and he was sure he left her on the ground bloodied and broken, to the point she's unrecognizable,, but there she is, in the same spot wearing the same clothes.. It's probably the stress of the situation he is in right now,, maybe the first is just a hallucination. And maybe this time she has something on her that'll help him, so like before he kills her again... It's driving him insane cause he feels like he's stuck in a loop cause he saw her again in the same spot, wearing the same clothes and very much alive with no injuries. (ah yes, typical Trickster with her psychological torture ^///^) He can't do this anymore so he tried a different approach, he went in front of her, talking to her.. "who are you and how are you doing that?" he said. And that was the start of their 'freindship'! of course Caleb was very skeptical about her so it took Trickster over a year and a half to fish him out of his comfort zone and get him to convince that he has a place for him where he doesn't have to fight everyday for survival,, and she knows he wants that more than anything,,,

:Info:

General info! he's around 17-19, he's 5'8, his birthday is December 28. He suffers from severe PTSD and still thinks that there's a virus around, that's way he's very hostile to visitors and the family members. He kills visitor cause he believes that they might bring the virus inside the house and he thinks the family members are either also unclean or just a figment of his imagination cause no amount of people can survive at this point.. Well maybe except for trickster, but he thinks she's just playing along with his delusions (which he appreciates). He believes that the house is just some sort of bunker and that's why trickster isn't letting him outside. It's kinda hard to talk to him cause he thinks people there are just in his mind, he'll still answer but just vague ones.

:His relationship with the other milkshake mansion members:

Trickster: friend Casimir: infected member that needs to die Rosemary: a nice imaginary friend Chaoxiang: who? Willow: neutral Hayden: a quiet hallucination The twins: infected member that needs to die Penelope: an annoying hallucination Elijah: neutral ( @gachaclubideas) Talissa: neutral ( @gachaclubideas) Juliet: neutral ( @gachaclubideas) Tsutsuji: a quiet hallucination ( @n0vatsu) Yoake: neutral ( @n0vatsu) Star: a quiet hallucination ( @startheimpactfangirl ) Kema Umi: a quiet hallucination ( @alcohol1maid ) Trevore: an annoying hallucination ( @edgywithaheart )

Milkshake mansion belongs to @boiling-potato !!

he's already open for asks!! ^^

(his normal clothes when he's not in the milkshake mansion)

#oc #my oc #picrew #milkshake house #milkshake mansion #milkshake house characters #milkshake oc #Caleb #Caleb Otis #trickster #mutuals

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pupsmailbox · 8 months ago

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COWBOY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abeline. adeline. alfred. anderson. annie. archer. arthur. ash. aspen. austin. automata. axel. barett. beau. beckett. belle. bennett. betty. billy. blaise. boone. bree. brooks. bryce. cade. caleb. callen. callie. calvin. carson. casey. cassidy. chance. chase. clayton. clementine. clint. clyde. cody. colby. cole. colt. colton. connor. coraline. county. cree. cyrus. dagger. dakota. dallas. dalton. damon. darby. darla. delta. denver. dove. east. easton. edgar. eliza. elliot. ellis. emmett. emmylou. everett. everly. fallon. fang. farmer. fletcher. flint. flynn. fritz. gage. georgia. georgina. grant. graves. hank. harrison. harvey. hattie. hawk. hayes. heidi. holster. hudson. hunter. ida. jace. jack. jackie. jackson. james. jed. jesse. jessie. john. jolene. josh. joshua. jude. knox. leroy. lewis. loretta. lucille. luke. luther. lyle. maple. marshall. mason. maverick. meadow. millie. misty. myra. nash. nell. nina. oakley. oscar. otis. owen. pace. pamela. penelope. phoenix. pierce. pollyanna. prairie. quinn. ray. reed. reid. rhett. rhys. riley. river. rochelle. rory. roscoe. rosie. rudy. ryder. rye. sadie. savannah. sawyer. scarlett. sedona. selena. shep. shepherd. sienna. sierra. silas. skye. spanner. sparky. sterling. stevie. stormy sullivan. sundance. tallulah. tate. tess. todd. tucker. twila twyla. verily. wade. walker. walt. walter. waylon. wayne. weston. wilde. will. willa. willow. winona. wren. wyatt. zachariah. zane. zeke. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ace/ace. aim/aim. badge/badge. bandana/bandana. barrel/barrel. boot/boot. boy/boy. brash/brash. buck/buck. bull/bullet. cattle/cattle. clad/clad. clash/clash. colt/colt. cow/boy. cow/cow. cowboy/cowboy. cy/cyborg. denim/denim. dirt/dirt. dive/dive. drive/drive. fang/fang. farmer/farmer. fence/fence. fire/fire. foal/foal. gold/golden. gra/grass. gun/gun. hat/hat. herd/herd. hill/hill. hit/hit. hold/holdem. holdem/holdem. hoof/hoof. horse/horse. iron/iron. jack/jack. jump/jump. kick/kick. lasso/lasso. law/law. lawful/lawful. lone/lone. mech/mecha. metal/metal. mount/mountain. mustang/mustang. noon/noon. officer/officer. out/out. outlaw/outlaw. poker/poker. protect/protect. pry/pry. punch/punch. punish/punish. ranch/ranch. ranger/ranger. rev/rev. rev/revolver. rev/rev. revolvers/revolver. river/river. ro/ro. robo/robo. rug/rugged. run/run. rust/rust. ry/ry. save/save. sharp/sharp. sheriff/sheriff. shoot/shoot. shot/shot. shot/shotgun. shout/shout. spark/spark. spur/spur. star/star. steed/steed. steel/steel. sun/sun. thief/thief. tumble/tumble. weed/weed. wheat/wheat. wood/wood. yee/haw. yeehaw/yeehaw.

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