#Creepypasta Steampunk

[alextydaisuda123]

Pizza Tower AU- Cloud Tower

"WARNING!": A LOT OF TEXT

A new AU that didn't take long to wait. To be honest, this idea came up spontaneously and additionally for several reasons, one of which is my childhood dream of having wings (and over the years my dream hasn't faded, which is surprising, usually my dreams fade after 5 years or a little more). Before I start talking about this world, a couple of additional words. A huge thank you to Emily (@creat0rstudi0) for helping me with this AU: she helped with the design of Peppino and Gustavo, from whom I pushed off and created images for others, painting everyone choosing a good palette for them (don't worry, I also painted the characters myself, Emily just gave a clearer palette than me, so I will show you 2 versions of painted characters), and also helped a little with information about the bosses. Well, now let's go.

Cloud Tower is an AU where instead of the earth there are small floating islands, platforms, and the space around is an endless sky, which is both a home and a grave. If you break your wings and fall, there is only a small chance that your body will fall on some island or platform, or if someone notices you falling, and if this is not the case, then consider that you will fall endlessly for the rest of your life (or until your corpse is cut by the air). And also (almost) everyone has wings. There are those who were born without them, or with them, but because of their problems (they grew together incorrectly or broke unsuccessfully) are disabled, roughly speaking. Also, someone may have additional plumage (in their hair, on their body, etc.) in addition to their wings. And yes, since the climate in their world is not so simple, many fly in warm clothes. There is also magic here, but it is hidden either in artifacts or in some creatures, since the world itself is also magical in its own way (after all, the food here is alive, lol). A few words about the tower. There is a certain atmosphere there similar to the Rainbow Factory from MLP Creepypasta.

Peppino and Gustavo are both cooks, but in their own separate directions. Peppino is an Italian cook, while Gustavo works as a baker of bakery sweets. One day, Pizzaface arrives on a flying platform and reports that Peppino's pizzeria will be destroyed by a cloud tower, but if he does not want this, then let him fly to the tower, and flew away, leaving behind an evil laugh. What actually did not like this, and they both decided to fly there and destroy the tower with its "owner".

Additional facts: Peppino, despite the fact that he does not particularly like to fly, although he has to, his flight speed is clearly faster than Gustavo's, while he flies slower; Gustavo has his own separate bakery, where he makes pastries, he would like to work with Peppino, but he cannot leave the place where his family once baked their first bread; Peppino participated in the heavenly war, from which he still has an injury, but thanks to work and his faithful friend Gustavo, he tries to live an ordinary life and not think about it.

Pepperman and Vigilante are two of the main bosses of the cloud tower who clearly didn't get there of their own free will. They were kidnapped a long time ago and forced to work for Pizzahead, having been threatened in a special way. Pepperman is a restorer (like in steampunk, yes) and a decorator. Vigilante is an ordinary security guard, and also watches the precipitation.

Additional facts: Pepperman has really white pupils, which is why his eyesight is worse than usual (he is not completely blind), and the reason for his poor eyesight is that he refuses to wear glasses for flying (but be that as it may, for work he still wears them under his beret along with additional tools); before getting into the tower, these two were ALREADY a couple; Vigilante's grandfather, who has long been retired, is still alive; as PH himself "promised", so that the bosses would be freed from their tower duties, they need to "rip off Peppino's wings" at any cost, even if they weren't aimed at fighting him.

Noise and Noisette are another couple who ended up in the tower in the same way as Pepperman and Vigilante. Noise hosts the news and weather forecast, and a small show similar to "Truth or Dare". Meanwhile, Noisette is still the same cafe owner.

Additional facts: Noise has a broken right wing, it was broken by Pizzahead when he tried to fly out of the tower for the first time, he broke it so much that now Noise can't fly at all, the wing has grown together crookedly and he is unable to straighten it and move it, so he flies with the help of a backpack on his back, which he can change to either a jet or a simple propeller; Noisette sometimes helps Noise with flying and how Noise injured his wing, she does not know to this day; I lied to you a little, Pizzahead kidnapped only Noise, and Noisette herself flew to PH when she was looking for him, and when she found him, so that PH would not harm her, he lies to her and offers to join Pizzahead, as he himself wanted.

Bruno is an unsuccessful clone, mixed with a regular bird and Peppino's DNA, created by PH. He can fly, but very ineptly because his arms replace his wings, which is why he falls and crashes into all sorts of possible objects, which is why he flaps his wings hard and pieces fly off from them, he can of course grow them, but this whole process takes a lot of his strength.

Additional facts: in addition to his speech, he makes a distorted bird sound; despite his inability to fly, the bosses (Pepperman, Vigilante and Noisette) still teach him to fly normally, they also additionally look after Bruno himself, feed him and teach him to speak, since PH himself does not do this; because of such care, Bruno accepts his friends more as parents, calling them accordingly (in the future, he will also call Peppino this way 😂)

Pizzahead is the main boss, a sadist and a psycho. He built a tower, around which a barrier in the form of clouds with a powerful lightning discharge is built, and in order to turn it off, you need to turn off the generators.

Additional facts: Pizzahead and Pizzaface in this AU are brothers, Pizzahead is younger; after one incident, his psyche was shaken, he was inspired to recreate the tower for his whims and "fun"; he cut off Pizzaface's wings and as a great and first trophy keeps them in his office along with John's wings and one wing of Jerome; those wings that Pizzahead himself is wearing are also "trophies", cut off from other creatures, but he tells everyone that they are fake and it's just a cape, he also participated in the war, but in secret from his brother, so that he "wouldn't worry" about him.

Pizzaface is Pizzahead's brother and ... a good guy? Yes! In this AU, he is not a bad character, but rather a good one. So in that encounter with Peppino, he just played the role of a bad guy. He is quiet (but he tries to be sociable) and traumatized. He does not often show himself to the other inhabitants of the tower, which is why few people know about him. Most of the time, he spends either in the secret room where Pizzahead keeps him, or with Jerome, helping him clean the tower.

Additional facts: because of the cut off wings, he feels weak and exhausted; he still does not know why Pizzahead acted so cruelly and what happened to his psyche, but he blames himself for this, that he was not caring enough and simply did not keep an eye on him; Pizzahead watches almost his every move so that he does not do stupid things and does not ruin his plans, and for the sake of PH he has to play the same role of a bad guy.

Jerome is a small pillar with one wing and memory loss due to a strong blow from Pizzahead. He is a simple cleaner. He does not remember anything about his brother or his past, although memories still pop up in his head. In the past, he had magic, but due to the loss of a wing and memory, he does not remember and cannot use it normally, over time, the skills were simply lost.

Additional facts: he is Pizzaface's best friend, and he sometimes helps him remember things, but he cannot (PF hopes that he will remember something); he has seen John many times as an ordinary part of the tower, but he cannot remember him or at least his name; initially, he was not supposed to be in the tower and Pizzahead wanted to throw him on a long flight, but Pizzaface somehow convinced him to leave him and just make him an ordinary cleaner.

Well, I hope you like this AU. Enjoy and have a nice flight!

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Clockwork Headcanons

Yknow, Clockwork is another OG/classic Creepypasta fandom character I never really touched all that much. I don’t think I ever had any issues with her as a character nor her ships or anything like that, she just wasn’t that interesting to me.

Also this should go without saying but just in case, I don’t endorse anything any of the OG creators have done in terms of bad shit. I heard clockwork’s creator was added to the list of “OG CRP creators that are POS” and. Yeah.

Expect canon typical dark topics beyond this point

Is physical the oldest human resident out of everyone, somewhere in her early 30s

Is the newest resident, however

When she was a little kid, she lost her eye in an archery accident at a summer camp

Usually wears an eyepatch, but does have a glass eye underneath

The older she got the more expressive she got with her fashion, especially steampunk related things. Has both a clock themed eye and a working watch face on her eyepatch

Wears a dark green coat with many pockets and belts that’s two sizes too big for her

Has her hair cut really short, chin length and a spiky scruffy mess

Has a military family, specifically her father and grandfather. Her father wanted a boy but got stuck with Nat and her sister instead

If he was still alive today he would’ve gotten what he wanted cause surprise, Nat’s sibling ended up transitioning when he was 20

Due to the harsh way Nat was raised (corporal punishment, like I’m talking her father believed in more than just spankings) she has a pretty high pain tolerance and an even higher disdain for authority and discipline

And because of that she’s also very brash and blunt. She’s not mean on purpose but she’ll call it how she sees it

The BIGGEST IDGAF Queen like holy shit Nat doesn’t care about anything anymore

It’s not that she doesn’t have motivations, but it takes A LOT to get any kind of reaction out of her

Nothing fazes her anymore, which is why most of the residents have stopped bothering in trying to make her tick

Has one of if not the smallest hair trigger among the others. She’s a stab first questions later kinda guy

All this impulsivity isn’t for nothing though, she’s specifically an impulsive chaotic mess because of how unfazed she is by shit

She’s constantly chasing every new high she can get her hands on just so she can feel something other than all her repressed trauma. Which she has a lot of

But I mean so does everyone else, she ain’t special

Because of how new she is, her disobedience has relatively gone unnoticed by the head honcho, but Clockwork will continue to keep living the way she is even if punishment is in store for her

The others swear up and down that she’s gotta be a masochist at this point

She’s not as durable as Nina or Jeff, but what she lacks in bulk she makes up for in whoop ass

No but seriously if you were to spar with her she’d knock you on your ass before you could blink

Yeah she’s pretty adept with bladed weapons and handguns, but her real strength is her bare hands

The one thing she’s grateful her father and grandfather taught her is self defense and combat

Unfortunately that too came to bite her in her ass

Spent a few years in juvie after beating the snot out of one kid within an inch of his life, all because the poor kid made fun of her.

It wasn’t even a good scathing insult either, it was barely anything, but Nat reacted way out of proportion

She brags to the others that she’s been to and made it through prison already. Even though she hasn’t. I doubt any of them fully believe her

Because of her problem child tendencies, her family disowned both her and her sibling before either turned 18

Her brother was able to get a steady foot back on life, but Nat? Well…

She’d pick up a lot of odd jobs to stay afloat. Most ended up being more on the illegal side

But hey, being hired muscle pays well enough, so for nearly a decade she continued this line of work

Until the boss of her boss’s boss pissed off the wrong guy. And let’s just say no one who had connections to that specific guy got to make it out alive

Nat was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to endure all kinds of inhumane shit before they dumped her body in the woods

By all accounts they swear up and down she died, or was basically on the way out when they dumped her

But a couple months after her and her colleagues were disposed of, talk of “the grunt with the eyepatch is back” began circulating in the crime world

She’s littered with a lot of scars now because of this, including the scars on her cheeks she’s constantly stitching up

Nat isn’t as hellbent on revenge as someone like Ann is, but she certainly revels in taking out anyone associated with her murder

Is friends/close with: Jane, Nina, Puppeteer, and Jeff

Has a tolerable relationship with/is neutral about: Eyeless Jack, Liu, Ann, Masky, Hoody, Sally, and Kagekao

Hates: BEN/Ben, Helen, Jason, and LJ

Doesn’t give two shits about Slenderman. She doesn’t hate it, she doesn’t love it, all she does is acknowledge the fact it’s what’s keeping her alive

Is in an on-again-off-again relationship with Jane. Buuuuuut because of her intense nonchalance, the two are constantly going on breaks. Nat swears she cares about Jane genuinely, but so far her actions have yet to match her words.

A lot of the others dislike her solely because of how new she is. That, and her abrasive personality

So it’s no wonder she gets along with Jeff pretty well

After adapting to her new “life” living alongside other monsters and criminals, one of the first things Nat did was go out and kill her father

Her grandfather had long since passed even before the family disowned her and her brother, but she knew for a fact her father was still kicking

Besides the whole raised military thing and physical abuse, Nat’s father was generally a piece of shit guy

The kind of guy that’s all smiles in public but behind closed doors is a menace to his family

I’m talking shitty father of the year award here

Luckily, Nat’s mother finally gained enough sense to divorce his ass after news of Nat’s “murder” went public. Because Nat was fully willing to kill her too if it meant leaving no witnesses

No one’s ever really asked her about how she feels about her past life, it’s a touchy subject for anyone living this life, but if she were to be approached about it, she wouldn’t be able to give you a straight answer on if she misses it

Like yeah, a lot of them miss their old lives and desperately want to go back. Jeff, Eyeless Jack, Ben, Sally, Tim, Jane, Liu. But Nat? She falls more in line with the likes of Helen and Brian. She’s just not willing to admit it yet.

[admirange]

Mcl style contest outfit dump pt. 3

Clerk

My dumb non-english speaker ass wasn't familiar with the word to be honest lol. I looked it up and made a semi-formal outfit. Used green because you know... money. Her expression shows the pain of having a job. Cluttered the room with messy office-like stuff and pretended the piano was a desk. Taki as unaware as she is, just doing her own thing playing with money. Oh, to be a pet goose.

Got well ranked with top 30%

Cheap

Now I can't just make a homeless woman. Took the theme as someone who tries to only buy used/passed down clothes and stuff? Like someone who's really anti-capitalist and pro-nature or how do I describe it lmao. So I only used a few items, picked jewelleries that can be percieved as handmade. Taki enjoys a hippy life. The room is messy, full of plants, again tried to show that handmade and passed down vibe.

Got low ranking with it.

New wave

I was familiar with the music, but didn't really know what it means in clothing. Looked it up, and just kinda did a mashup with the different outfits I saw. Taki fits perfectly. The room is almost the same as the cheap one's, since the ideas overlap a bit. I really liked this one!

Got well ranked with top 25%

Clockwork

First thought was the creepypasta character, but didn't stick with that idea. I thought it was some kind of steampunk type of style? Looked it up, saw some character concepts I liked and created something similar. I guess it's a mix between dark academia and steampunk? I liked to think this lady is a professor somewhere in the late 1800s, who has an interest in clocks. Just fixes and makes different clocks in her free time lol. Detective Taki helps her fixing clocks. She finds out what's wrong with them.

Got well ranked with top 16%

Spider's web

Used black because of the spider and white because of the web. Laces and frills, laces and frills! Only used that sunshader because that cloud-like stuff on it fits with a spiderweb. Taki didn't have a matching outfit this time so she got left behind. Or she's just hiding somewhere in the room. Needed to use old looking furniture, spiders love that (I'm insulting my own room at the moment, I always have daddy longlegs as roommates).

Got well ranked with top 26%

Lost soul

An old soul who just wanders around for decades, centuries even, aimlessly, crying, alone... used white because it's a ghostly color, only used black hair because I didn't have any white ones, nor had any AP to buy. But white dress black hair is a classic ghost design so whatever. The room is somewhat old with furnitures, the background was chosen because it's darker than the rest of what I have. Plus fishtank, water, ocean, seemingly infinite water, we're so small, nothing really matters, aimlessly wandering... it's a reach. And used suitcases because you know, she's lost lol. Taki was too scared to show up.

Got well ranked with top 30%. I don't really like it.

Potterhead

So I was never really into Harry Potter. Never read the books, I tried to watch all of the movies so many times, but never finished the marathon. I do like the concept however, and the overall vibe of the world. I'd say I'm more into the older times like we saw in Hogwarts Legacy. That late 1800s setting is chefs kiss. I didn't do much effort on this one anyway. I took multiple uquiz tests and the majority said I'm a slytherin, but I didn't want to buy green stuff so I made her gryffindor lol. Made the room look like it's in the dorms. Taki is a failed spellcast, became a rabbit-goose.

Got well ranked with top 21%

Trick or treat

I was kind of lost with this one. Should I do a cosplay? About who, what character? Is it a good idea since probably only a few people would recognize it anyway? So I did a comfy outfit. Kind of childish maybe, since the majority of trick or treaters are kids, aren't they? Orange and black were a must, also a bit of white to reference a candy corn. The room followed the same child & candy theme. Taki does not mess around, she chose trick AND violence, instead of candy she goes around and robs the houses.

Got low ranking with it.

The witching hour

You're a witch! My first thought was American Horror Story Coven. The problem is, I don't have that many black clothes since I usually use white & blue for my candy. So I mixed those white clothes with the black ones I have. I needed a dark room with this one as well. Used intellectual furniture stuff, and the shared item cat tree was a must. Used this Taki because of the sunglasses, but let's just imagine this witch uses her powers to teleport money for herself. And for Taki. Taki is the protector of money.

Got well ranked with top 19%

Fresh meat

Mmm, manblood! I didn't have an idea at first, since I didn't want to simply dress up as a piece of meat. You know Resident Evil Village? I tried making Lady Dimitrescu at first, but just couldn't 100% work it out. So I switched to the daughters, who where my original idea in the first place. Could've been better with the elven call tattoos and that blood splatter stuff people do sometimes with birthmarks. Cloaks dropping when? I tried to recreate the castle where they live with the background. Taki was too scared, ran away to find Ethan.

Got low ranking with it.

[l-i-c-o]

Patchy(A Creepypasta Origin)

BREAKING NEWS: 14-year-old, Petra Driscoll, disappeared on her way to school this morning. It's suspected she was kidnapped. Especially with the new fear of a murderer going around. Parents, children, keep watch over yourselves and others for your safety. If you know anything; like his or Petra's whereabouts, where he might be going, report it to authorities immediately.

Tears...Warm, pain-filled tears, flowing like a river from Petra's eyes. How did she end up here? Struggling against metal restraints that held her down to a wooden torture bed.

The clanking of metal chains, the sound of a struggle, told the man down the hall his victim was awake.

The brown-haired female looked to the side, only to see a tall figure standing in the doorway. The man walked over to her, a cold, sadistic chuckle coming from his mouth, s ending shivers down her spine.

"Let me go!" Petra's voice quivered in fear as her entire being struggled to be freed.

"You are quite the feisty one..." Another dark chuckle escaped the man's lips as he sat down on a stool near the bed. Now in the

light, she could see him more clearly..

The man on the stool wore a copper-colored, steampunk-style crow mask, as well as a black steampunk outfit with a black leather overcoat. She couldn't see any of his features due to the mask, but she could barely see he had ginger hair and quite fair skin.

The man proceeded to drop two bags onto a metal tray next to him. One which was filled with all sorts of torture instruments.

As she opened her mouth to speak, the man placed a gloved hand over it, to shut her up, "Shhh...It'll only hurt a bit.."

Petra felt a stinging pain in her arm, starting to feel a bit drowsy as a cold feeling went all throughout her right arm. Her eyelids felt heavy and she could barely keep them open.

The man started to cackle, "Nighty-night, little one..."

And with that, Petra's eyes shut. The man had injected her with a drug, which knocked her unconscious. He could now begin his...project.

When the effect of the drugs wore off, and Petra regained her consciousness, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Everything hurt like Hell..

"Ow..." She grunted, moving her arm to rub her right eye, causing her to wince.

It was then she realized she could move, there were no more restraints. They were gone, she could move freely.

Slowly, yet surely, Petra got herself off of the torture table, every movement sending zaps of, what felt like hellfire, through her veins.

She hobbled quietly out of the torture room, feeling woozy already, almost collapsing to her knees, to the hallway.

From where she stood, she saw the man, seemingly asleep on the couch.

'Is this guy stupid?! He must be a dumbass if he's leaving me free to move around and then falling asleep.'

As she thought that, the tone in her mind was one of disbelief and mockery. She turned back around to look in the room and spotted the torture devices still all laid out. She hobbled over to the tray and quickly picked up the scalpel.

That was when she saw it...Patches of her skin..They were darker. She was all blotchy. She hobbled over to the mirror, scalpel in hand, and stared at herself, at her face, which was now two different colors. One of her eyes was gone, now, a black void in place of where her eyes used to be. Yet it felt the same....And all that held her body together, were some stitches.

She looked down the hall and thought about an escape...He was asleep. Surely she could quietly make it out and get help, even get him caught. But in her mind, that wasn't justice. He needed to pay for everything he'd done.

She gripped the scalpel tightly, rage clouding her mind, and gently placing one foot in front of the other, made her way down the hallway, and into the living room, where her perpetrator lay fast asleep on the couch.

She slowly, but surely made her way over to the side of the couch, making as little noise as possible while she progressed.

With the rise of her arm, she readied herself to stab him. To make him pay. For what he did to her, and possible past victims.

But before she could move, her hand was grabbed and the man was sitting up, looking straight into her eyes with a twisted glint in his own.

"Just as I thought.." He laughed with such evil intent, "One little inconvenience....and you'd snap.....Oh, little one....You're just like me.."

Petra shook her head as the reality sank in. She almost stabbed him....It doesn't matter what he did, stabbing him doesn't make it better. It makes her as, if not, almost, as bad as him.

"I'm...not like you.." She muttered, shaking her head, refusing to believe his words.

"Oh, yes....you are..." He cupped her cheek with his gloved hand, "And I'll teach you to follow in my footsteps."

Days...months.. Petra didn't really know how much time had passed since she'd been kidnapped by William, she didn't even know if her birthday had passed yet.

But during this time, Petra's feelings toward William began to change. She no longer hated him, despised him. She hated to admit it, but she kinda felt bad for him. She cared for him a little bit. He was a horrible person, but she couldn't help it.

She didn't understand why she cared, and she hated it, but she also felt the need to show William, to prove to him, that she was enough.

He convinced her, somehow, that she was just like him, that they were...one and the same. She believed him, and she made it her goal to prove it to him. All the while, she knew exactly how. She just needed to kill anyone who's ever hurt him...He didn't deserve it, and they deserve death.

At least, that was her plan. Until the cops broke into the house one day, waking her from a light slumber she had been in before. She remembered it vividly, detail for detail.

The crash of the door being forced open, the yelling, heavy footsteps, gunshots. When she'd walked out, William was dead on the floor. He had a bullet in his head, and a couple bullet holes in his torso as well, one in his shoulder, heart area, and stomach.

He was...dead. She saw it, with her very own eyes. Those...cops! Something in her brain snapped when she saw William on the floor, his dead body, laying in a puddle of leaking blood.

She grabbed the nearest weapon she could find and charged for the police officers, stabbing one of them multiple times as the others tried to rip her off and shot at her.

She stabbed at the ones clawing, prying at her, and the others just had an atrocious aim. Like, it was really disappointing. After a long while, multiple bodies were on the floor and there they were, a 14-year-old girl, who just defeated an entire police force, against the chief of police.

She had a crazed smile on her face, "Any last words...?"

She raised her arm, ready to pounce and plunge the knife into the woman's chest, but she was stopped by a SWAT team entering the house and detaining her. No matter how much she foght back, it was no use..

And now here she was, sitting in fetal position in an insane asylum, thinking about that day. They tried to 'save' her. They didn't 'save' her, they ruined her. They deserved to pay. And yet, there was one person out there, who was still alive. She didn't get to get her full revenge.

This only fueled her rage and bloodlust. The chief made it out alive, scott clean, only a couple scratches, minor injuries, and here she was now. Accept people feared her, now. They feared the name Patchy, the mention of it made some people tremble out of fear. She LOVED it, knowing that there were people out there who were scared of her, it was exhilarating.

Now she had a plan. She would escape, finally avenge William, and that's exactly what she did. She'd been deemed officially dead after she stabbed herself, dying tragically on her way to the medical wing.

Breaking News: The body of Petra Driscoll, better known as "Patchy", disappeared earlier after being deemed officially dead this morning. Forensics are looking into the situation, but so far, they have no leads.

Rosa, the chief of police, shut the TV off with a heavy sigh, as she stood up and began to walk to her bedroom

She looked at her alarm clock, "10 pm.."

She turned the light off and crawled into her bed, getting ready to go to sleep for the night, when she saw, what seemed to be the silhouette of a woman, standing in her doorway.

She rubbed her eyes and it was gone, so she shrugged it off and closed her eyes, starting to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, Rosa."

(Currently Available on here, Reddit[r/creepypasta], and Wattpad)

[radiant-flutterbun]

Lair Review for @dragonwysper​

First impressions: You have a neatly organized lair with a lot of varied dragons!

Velkurpeni

Oooo she’s cool! I love your art in her bio! It’s very pretty! As for the dragon herself, the Victor’s skull is definitely what makes this dragon. It shows so much personality. However I do feel like some of her apparel is a bit too busy, especially with all those halos layered over each other. Unless you were going for a chaotic energy with the layering? I also love the new space scene for her!

Prazdnota

A space child! If I could steal this dragon I 100% would. Starcon on veils goes hard and plum is a GREAT color. I had no idea plum gave a blue gradient effect for constellation on veils. I’m in love with the look. And the accent doesn’t distract from the natural beauty of the dragon, but enhances it.

Jeffrey

Omg a Jeff the Killer fandragon. I did not expect to see a creepypasta inspired dragon. You did a great job at making him look like the character! I even thought of Jeff the Killer before looking at his name or bio.

Jack

I appreciate a nice basic/basic dragon now and then! Cobalt smirch looks good with steel! I can also relate to tough breeding projects when you’re trying to get a nonexistent combo. I was working on my own rare color combo project with special eyes when the eye update happened too. Congrats on completing your boy!

Seedeater

Oh this is a fun looking dragon! I like how you’ve layered all the feathered apparel. This dragon is Extra Birb and I love them. I’ve never heard of the Seedeater creepypasta before but I do appreciate a neat creepy bird creature.

Alpijskija

A nice frosty dragon! They look nice and cozy for the winter in their arctic apparel. The steampunk wings and goggles were also a nice addition! I was honesyly surprised that their primary was oilslick because with the combo of their apparel and the white from piebald you can hardly see any of the oilslick on them! It’s a neat affect that makes them look more wintery!

Rubin

This lad has a fun ID! That’s a lot of 4s! I like how the bloodstone cascades match his berry opal. The purple birdskull goes surprisingly well with the helpful healer’s apparel.

Wysper

A spooky look! I LOVE the layering of the sanddune rags, bone crown and antlers! It gives this guy such a unique look. It’s extremely well done! The fuchsia ghost on top of black crystal is also such a good look I love contrasting bright colors on top of dark and ghost is one of the best genes to do that! Everything about how you’ve dressed him is very good, but the smokeswirl really ties everything together.

Ohen

This dragon is on fire! Ironic considering they’re an ice dragon. I love the effect of sunshine smoke over oilslick. I also like how well the apparel blends into the dragon. It’s subtle yet helps the dragon pop. The haunting apparel really help give this dragon that ‘on fire’ look. the accent is also simple but effective. The antlers from the accent gives them such a unique look!

Marjanka

Is that a WEED dragon? Highly illegal. I am reporting you to the mods. I’m joking, I’m joking. I enjoy the funny weed dragon.This is a perfect dragon for the Marva eyes and I’m loving the addition of all the plants and the mushrooms.

[hidemation]

(I'll probably add more or change some stuff later since im still making the other characters)

Facts about the au:

So instead of nm eating a postive apple he instead ate an negative apple and the human who tried to kill nim like in the og dreamtale exist here but didnt completely possess nm's body

The other guardians(life and magic) exist here but not the originals, like nim they were attacked too(but different reasons)

Underverse events will happen in this au

The multiverse is kinda a bit of a mix of steampunk

Nm

Newt

Age: 150s

Male(he/him)

Only ate 1 negative apple

Started to hear mare when he was a teenager

The village was a cult and newt didnt believe their teachings and tried to convince dream not too because of the things mare told him but dream didnt listen

The second shortest of the cast

He runs a bar for decades

Originally, it was just a normal bar, but due to mare and some incidents, newt started to do shady stuff and is well known in the criminal underworld

Met randy before the destruction of his world

Is a fugitive but is not seen as a dangerous criminal due to the fact jr doesnt know anything on what he is or what he has done for the past couple of decades after a certain fight with him and vincent

Prefers long range weapons

Some Personality traits: observant, diligent, prudent, a bit envious, pessimistic

Happy drunk him would turn the night into a fucking musical show

Usually speaks monotone and in third person but does sometimes doesn't, which is when he is extremely angry, drunk, or singing

Only hired hacker because of the fact he was hot and thought he could used that to get more money and customers(totally worked)

Lets bobby go to the bar only if he doesnt drink alcohol

Hired randy because he needed a cook and because he saw benefits he could have if he hired him

Love-hate relationship with mare, they dont like each other, but in a hypothetical situation where Mare suddenly is gone, newt would be happy at first but starts to freak out (they've been together for a century)

Worked with xgaster and still has the other half of the soul safely hidden

Demiromantic gay

suffering from chronic pain

Likes: fantasy stories and also musicals, creepypasta squad, mare, kevin,

Dislikes: vincent, the twilight series, colton(hacker your fucking ex almost burned the bar to the ground), sweets

Abilities/skills: Marksmanship, high intelligence, Umbrakinesis, combat proficiency, quick wit, immortality, regeneration, teleport, multilingual, emotion and mental manipulation, illusions, negativity

Weaknesses: positivity, vincent(only vincent can inflict servere injuries that last long or can kill him), wounds and injuries that any normal person would die from wont die from it but still hurts(he is kinda like deadpool)

Dream

Vincent von licht

150s

Male(he/him)

2nd tallest of the cast

Ate apl the apples except 2

Doesnt know about mare's existence (has heard of him but doesnt know that he is still techinically here)

Believed what the villagers taught him and stopped after a few decades when JR tooked down a large cult and vincent starts to realized the similarities of it back at the village and eventually made him realized how wrong it is to hunt down and newt for something they didnt asked for

Unaware of what newt is now or his business

prefers to use a whip

Jr is no longer trying to eradicate all negativity

Some personality traits: diligent, wants to protect others, pragmatic, perfectionist, clean freak

Fears randy, and growing close to people

Pansexual

Likes: coffee, sweets, noirs films, christopher nolan films, champion the dog

Dislikes: messes, clowns, removing the plants growing on his head and the wood in his skin, alcohol

Abilities/skills: swordsmanship, very skilled with the whip, shapeshifting, positivity, pyrokinesis, immortality, regeneration, teleport, multilingual, high intelligence, emotion and mental manipulation, illusions, photokinesis, weapon summoning

Weaknesses: newt, negativity, alcohol(has a low tolerance to it), randy(he is extremely afraid of him)

Randy

Randall

Age: ???

Gender ???(uses any pronouns)

Tallest of the cast

Met newt and was hired before the destruction his world

Came from a nightmare dimension

Found bobby injured in the alley when bobby was escaping when jr entered the building the cult was in

Doesnt understand life and death

Met vincent once when he was in his other form and unawarely caused vincent to have nightmares for a couple of days and sleepless nights

Some personality traits: optimistic, nice, charismatic, blunt, he is a bit sadistic

Knows about mare's existence

Likes: newt, bobby, hacker, kids, cooking, kevin, arts and crafts

Dislikes: Why didn't you eat his food? Take a bite, friend... take a bite, at least just one bite... take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, TAKE.A.BITE., his own world

Abilities: immortality, regeneration, shapeshifting, illusions, fear manipulate

Weaknesses: ????

Hacker

Chip

Age:20s

Finished college

Was a progedy but got bored and gain an interest in the criminal underworld after hacking a certain mobster

On the run from his ex

Dating finch

Bisexual

Emotional instable and suffers hallucinations

Takes meds

Some personality traits: likes to but into peoples business, persistent, flirty

Likes: vintage and retro stuff, getting tips, ❤️finch❤️, the creepypasta squad, anything challenging his hacking skills

Dislikes: vegetables, his ex, customers getting too touchy with him, his old family, a certain someone from his past, horses

Abilities/skills: hacking, knives summoning, telekinesis(it depends on how he is feeling as he still hasnt mastered it, he can only move small objects but if he was feeling soke strong emotions he can move about an entire building), high intelligence

Bobby

Timothy

Age: ??

The shortest of the cast

Was from a cult but eventually escaped when jr barged in the building

Escaped and been Lived with newt and randall since he was 15

Heard of newt from some cult members and grew admiration to him when the seniors kidnapped newt and newt slaughtered them(tim was 8 years old and was hiding in a closet so newt didnt know)

Abrosexual

Some personality traits: loud, lots of curiosity, childish, mercurial

Has an evil spellbook that he stole from the cult while he was escaping

Has a youtube channel but its mostly about gaming

Thinks he cursed randall and is trying to find what curse he used

Newt gives him an allowance

Likes: ✨️✨️newt✨️✨️, randall, doesn't want to admit it but likes chip too, video games, junk food, going outside, weird food combinations

Dislikes: his past, being in confined spaces, the dark, vegetables, silence, deers

Abilities/skills: spellcasting only with the book, quick wit, very fast, good at hiding, gaming

[the-flowing-river]

Fiction> creepypasta> Scp> steampunk >the mechanisms >the Magnus Archives> malevolent>H.P Lovecraft> eldritch horror>Hello from the hallowoods.

There's an alternative version, because I get multiple at the same time and it's annoying. However, the former was mostly podcasts, wich combines really well with this one, because it's mostly practical.

Food >baking >cooking.

If you're someone who has hyperfixations, show me your pipeline for the last 5 years

Mine:

The Beatles > Six Of Crows > Heartstopper > My Chemical Romance

[miloscat]

[Review] Myastere: Ruins of Deazniff (NS)

What if Umihara Kawase was a steampunk Metroidvania??

When Studio Saizensen announced their next project after Umihara Kawase Bazooka, I was a little taken aback. Here’s a game with a familiar stretchy wire grappling hook, but it seemingly has a whole new grittier setting completely divorced from the growing Kawase universe. After getting some more info and my hands on the game, I came to realise that there’s so much Kawase DNA in here that it’s effectively a spinoff of Fresh just like Bazooka was.

Myastere is running in the Umihara Kawase Fresh engine, with tweaked Fresh mechanics. Like Fresh it has a big open world, although it’s more spelunkish and with a free-roaming structure plus progressive movement upgrades. Curly Brace had a gun in Fresh, which has been expanded into Aaurae Mawkish—part of the royal archaeological society or something—being a walking arsenal. The enemy types are broadly similar, some seeming like they’d be right at home in Kawase’s abstract, more cartoony world while others are creepypasta material. Even the basic premise of a corrupting substance seeping from an evil presence underground is in common between both games.

What sets Myastere apart is the focus of the gameplay. This isn’t a precision puzzle platformer; the grapple is faster, snappier, and expandable, more a satisfyingly zippy means of getting around than a tool the mastery of which the entire game is built around. The default setting for the grapple is similar to Bazooka’s auto-retracting beginner setting, but it can be changed to a more traditional scheme. You get a default double jump early and even a triple jump later! Combat is also much more prominent, with an array of ammo types and throwable bombs for different enemies. So it’s more searching (exploration to progress the story and find hidden secrets and shortcuts) and action (fighting, platforming, etc.). If only there was a term for that.

Quite honestly it struggles to compete in this now crowded genre, however. The shooting is a bit sticky and the expansions to your moveset only slight or incremental. There’s no fast travel system, the world is quite static and barren of NPCs and interaction, and the map didn’t even show where you had been until a post-launch update gave it Metroid Dread-style colouring in. There’s collectible coins to be found but good luck hunting for them if you miss any (finding them all unlocks a new skin for Aaurae sans cloak and goggles, while getting all relics gives her... a schoolgirl outfit...). For English language players, the localisation is frankly embarrassing, with an amateurish, unnatural, machine-translated-feeling English script; actually a machine might even be better as it would more consistently spell words like “wepon”[sic] correctly. Fresh’s PC version and all Bazooka versions were like this too and it’s getting really old. The fact that it has full Japanese voice acting is impressive and makes the lack of effort for the translation more glaring.

[Spoilers in this paragraph] The poor localisation affected my appreciation of the story as well, as it just makes it harder to understand the world and characters. I got the gist of it but in a more story-driven game that wants to be taken seriously this kind of thing is a real barrier. The general idea is this is some kind of alternate modern world where mystical relics have great significance. Aaurae is some kind of steampunk relic cop working for the monarchical government who encounters a band of Deazniff (tomb raiders, given an incomprehensible proper noun for no reason at all?) in a ruin, which leads to more sinister discoveries: monsters mutated by Myastere (evil magic radiation?), an ancient society of exiled undead Paladins from the 14th century, and eventually, the giant reanimated corpse of King Solomon(!!) and a cosmic struggle for the ark of the covenant. The script oddly skirts around naming the Hebrew people/nation directly, but the in-game collectibles have a lot of fun references to real-life historical artefacts and oddities.

So, the plot goes some fun places, but that’s not necessarily enough. The real selling point that helps this game stand out from other Metroidvanias is the integration of Kawase’s “wire action” traversal. It’s certainly a cool direction for the overall Umihara Kawase series to take as an evolution of Fresh, even if the Metroidy elements have been mixed in a little clumsily. It’s a good time, and not too long. I really enjoyed the turbo grappling mechanics, scooting around flooding my pockets with stacks of bombs I’d never use, snooping around corners and crannies while mowing down critters and nasties. I just hope they get a native English speaker to look at the script sometime. Heck, I’ll give it a crack why not!

[system-stims]

📀-🕰-🔪-🪫-🕰-🪫-🔪-🕰-📀

Natalie Oullette

🔪꒱ Our Alters

🕰꒱ Singlets can reblog but do not clown

🔪꒱ DNI if you’re a pedophile/variants, proshippers, lgbt+phone, n*zi, trump supporter, ableist, racist, people who ship incest or pedophilic ships, or others in our dni

[kin-playlists]

•°. *࿐

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS [BLACK BUTLER]

genre(s) ;; steampunk, dark cabaret, progressive, etc.

themes ;; general character playlist

|◁ II ▷|

✧ 1. Crack a Bottle, Run a Bath - Shayfer James

✧ 2. Demon - London After Midnight

✧ 3. The Devil is a Gentleman - Merci Raines

✧ 4. Human Frailty - Peter Gundry

✧ 5. If I Told You Once - The Circus Contraption Band

✧ 6. Inside of You, In Spite of You - Thoushaltnot

✧ 7. The Pimp and the Priest - The Dear Hunter

✧ 8. Volatile Times - IAMX

✧ 9. Quiet Resonance - Evelyn Stein

✧ 10. The Devil Within - Digital Daggers

[spotify]

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~ GIL ! 🐚

all playlists are subject to change or improvement without notice. check carrd for request info.

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

goretober 2020 | day 8 drowned

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

[prideflagwallpapers]

Steampunk demigirl, requested by a friend

[the-freckle-game-is-strong-blog]

Letting Off Steam (Creepypasta)

(Ahh, I’m so happy I rewrote this story, it’s like puberty hit it or something. It is vastly better… Downside, finding a writhing format that looks nice either tumblr’s allergic to indents layout is hard)

Delilah Van Grahams was a worrisome woman. Rightly so, many would agree. Her eyes carried more bags than an airport, luggage from her long nights without rest. Every night she had the same routine. First she would tell Riley it was getting late. Despite being sixteen she still needed some coaxing to see herself to Bedfordshire. Then she would come downstairs and stick the kettle on before plonking herself down beside the phone. Sometimes the television would be on, the volume stuck on a dismal five as if anything louder would make her miss a phone call but usually it was not on at all.

She tried not to stress. It was not good for the baby, or so she had been told. Her fingers drummed idly on her four month bump. There was quite an age gap between Delilah’s two children. One sixteen years, one merely sixteen weeks. She had, admittedly, had Riley quite young. Not a teen mother or anything of the sort, mid twenties but youthful enough that she could still now bare more children. Both by the same man, Rylan Blackwood.

Rylan was not the stereotypical idea of the perfect partner. They had never been wed, citing that it was unimportant but finance also being an issue because of reason two. Rylan was unemployed. He had worked dozens of jobs over the last eighteen years of their romance but fate had been cruel and he had never been able to keep a job longer than a few months. Mostly because of his last habit; vanishing.

Rylan had, for as long as Delilah had known him, disappeared. He did this every so often. One day, without warning, he would just take off. He could be gone for less than a day or even months. She would hear little to nothing of him, sparse text messages and occasional letters- If she was lucky. Then when he returned, he could never explain himself. He claimed to genuinely remember nothing. Doctors had suggested some form of selective amnesia but had never been able to provide more than theories.

This was one such instance. Rylan had been gone for weeks now. As usual Delilah had reported his absence to the authorises. As usual, they had not rung her back with the victorious finding of her partner. No. The first few times they had sent out search parties but by now, they had come to the conclusion he would find his way home on his own and that, in fact, this was a cruel trick. He was actually seeing some other woman and this was an elaborate coverup. Delilah scoffed. She knew Rylan better.

While the idea that this had happened countless times before and he had always come home safe reassure her somewhat, it did not totally ease her. No. She continued to wait, anxiously hovering by the phone in case of a call. News of the man she regarded as the love of her life.

“ Mum? ” Riley’s drowsy voice caused Delilah to jump, having not expected her daughter awake. In her paranoid focus on the phone, she had failed to see her entering. She smiled softly at her. The apple of her eye. Dressed in a fluffy pyjama set with just one slipper.

Riley reminded Delilah very much of her father. Her hair for example. At the roots and tips of Riley’s hair where the infrequently and self applied blue hair dye was weakest her natural hair colour was revealed. Ginger, a true redhead, like her dad. She had his freckles as well. Dotted all over her face, torso, arms and legs. Like thousands of tiny blotches of colour splattered from a paintbrush.

That being said, a lot about Riley was clearly inherited from her mother. She shared her skin tone with her mother rather than father. While Rylan was quite pale, Delilah was truly albino and had passed that on to Riley. Her skin was more than milky, like untrodden snow. There was also the matter of her eyes, another of her maternally inherited traits. They were glassy like a low quality gem one might find in cheap jewellery. The lilac tinge to them was soft and only visible in certain lighting. They were odd, yes, but not unheard of for those who suffered albinism.

“ Riley, what are you doing? It’s two in the morning, ” Delilah asked, getting up from her seat with an awkward rock before throwing her weight up. Getting around with a baby bump made even such mundane tasks a nightmare. Wordlessly Riley crossed the cold living room floor, her one slipper squeaking slightly. Lifting up a blanket she had carried from upstairs, she draped it sweetly over her mother’s shoulders.

“ Go to bed, mum, ” Riley insisted after a moment, her voice laced with her Scottish accent, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. Delilah sighed before smiling at her.

“ Sweetie, I can’t, I need to watch the ph- ”

“ Why? Does it do tricks? ” The teenager sassed, quirking a brow. “ Go to bed. There won’t be any phone calls tonight, or any other night. You know that. Dad will come home whenever it suits him.

” I- “ Delilah opened her mouth to protest before swiftly realising that actually Riley was right. She had been doing this for years and there never was anything. The fleeting rings she did get fell into the daylight hours. ” … Alright… “ She agreed, some sense having seemingly been talked into her by her daughter. Riley flashed a toothy grin, showing off the gap between her front two incisors, at the sight of her mother relenting and shuffling back to bed.

-

” Where have you been? “ Riley’s voice was bitter, laced with venom as she looked over across the dining table, spitefully digging her fork into her chicken nuggets. Delilah turned to see Rylan looking over at them from the doorway, lingering there. His clothing was a mess. Holes and patchwork littering them. He was unshaven, unlike his typical baby face. The bandaging around his arm suggested it had been injured. Not as bad as a break but worse than bruising. A sprain, perhaps?

"Rylan, ” Delilah got to her feet, dropping the plastic baby spoon she’d been using to feed Blossom- The newest addition of the Blackwood family. She gurgled and laughed as she threw her pot of baby mush onto the floor.

“ Dee, ” Rylan responded fondly, rushing forth to pull her into a hug. Delilah felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. When he hadn’t turned up for Blossom’s birth, she had been broken. Surely, sick or not, he understood how important it was? He had been there when Riley was born. Late, yes, he had turned up late and Delilah had already been in full blown labour by the time he turned up to the hospital. He had looked like someone with a vague idea of what Rylan should look like, but had never actually seen him had tried to recreate him from scrap materials. Yet for all he had looked homeless and messy he had been there. This time he had not.

“ Uh, hello? I asked you a question, ” Riley cleared her throat, shoving aside her plate and getting to her feet. Riley was tall, especially for her age, standing at 5'9 which easily dwarfed Delilah but still she fell short of her father’s 6'2.

“ Hey, ginger snap, I missed you… You’ve dyed your hair, ” Rylan comments, walking over to his elder daughter, lifting a hand to take a lock of her choppy hair in his fingers. Riley pulled away briskly.

“ Don’t touch me. Do you have any idea of what you’ve put mum through? Where the fuck have you been? ” Riley demands, her glassy eyes glaring holes in her father.

“ Riley! Language! ” Delilah scolded. Truth be told, she didn’t actually mind Riley swearing. She was an adult, near enough. Who was she to dictate what she could or couldn’t say? But this was her father!

“ No, no… She’s right, let her shout, ” Rylan relents, waving off Delilah’s protests.

“ Damn right I’ll shout! You asshole! Not only did you miss my birthday for the eighth year in a row but you weren’t here. You weren’t here for Blossom! What if something had went wrong? Touch wood, what if? ” Riley snarled, pointing a finger at him accusingly. This seemed to strike a nerve with Rylan.

“ Don’t you go there young lady, you know fine well I can’t co- ”

“ ‘Can’t control it, I’m ill, boo-hoo. Feel sorry for me’ is that what you were going to say? ” She asked, her face scrunched up unattractively, conveying the full extent of her disgust.

“ Oh, you ungrateful bitch! One day you’ll understand and then you’ll… You’ll…. ” Rylan trailed off, pacing, silently fuming.

“ Both of you, stop it! ” Delilah snapped as she rushed over to comfort Blossom who had started to wail.

“ Me? Ungrateful? You’re the one who can’t even get over this stupid amnesia, teenage runaway bullshit for the sake of your family! You’re the ungrateful one! I’ve been here, looking after mum and Blossom. Where the fuck have you been? ” At this point the argument had transitioned to a screaming match. Riley’s voice was even scratchier than usual- She’d suffered from infant coeliac as a baby and it had scarred her for the rest of her days with a particularly shaky voice.

“ I said both of you, sto- ”

Thwack!

Before Delilah could get any further, she let out a gasp. Rylan growled, rolling his shoulders tensely, his fist now balled to his side. Slightly red but not as red as Riley’s left cheek which he’d just smacked. A bright handprint blistered on her skin. Tears began to stream down her face. Delilah was shocked, her stomach churred. Rylan had never lifted a hand to any of them.

“ …I think you should leave, ” Delilah spoke, her voice hoarse, hardly believing she was sending him away just after he’d turned up. Rylan turned to her, blood boiling.

“ Fine! Whatever! I wouldn’t expect you to understand either, ” He snarled, making Delilah jump. Sure they’d argued before, of course but never had he sounded so… Sincerely hateful. Stomping off, the front door slammed behind him. His figure was visible out the window as he stalked off into her street before taking off at full sprint while Delilah cuddled a sobbing Riley while cradling Blossom on her hip.

She loved Rylan but enough was enough.

-

“ Riley, I know you’re going to your dress up party thing- ” Delilah was cut off before she could get any further.

“ Oh my god, ” Riley exclaimed. “ It’s not 'dress up party thing’, mum, it’s a steampunk convention, ” She corrects, as she adjusts the bow tie around her neck before moving to fiddle with the strap of her goggles.

“ Ah, right, ” Delilah responded, trying to understand. Admittedly, she did not but it made Riley happy and she had not seemed to smile in so long. Things had be rough for the family recently. Riley had been such a great help with Blossom, she was a gem of a girl, so if dressing up a little weirdly not and again pleaded her? Delilah would not stop her. “ But I need to pop to the shops and Blossom’s asleep. Do you mind watching her? ” She inquired.

“ Sure, I guess, but don’t take ages, ” Riley agreed, moving over to look at herself in the hallway mirror, sticking out her tongue thoughtfully before setting her index finger and thumb using her lips before using her spit to flatten down an unruly strand of her hair. Which almost instantly popped back up.

“ Alright, I won’t, ” Delilah agreed, however inevitably time would get away from her.

Upon returning home an hour later, Delilah instantly knew something was wrong. She was not sure what as of yet but it hit her like a truck. Some primal sense that there was something amiss in the home. It sent shivers down her spine, the hairs on her neck standing on end. Yes, she was sure of it, something was very definitely wrong.

Dropping her shopping bags in the hallway, she took a few steps deeper into the house and began to fully understand what the matter was. A nauseous scent clung to the air. Coppery and metallic in nature. It was weak but still made Delilah want to be sick.

“ Riley? ” She called out into the house, her voice echoing. No answer. While the three bedroom semi detached house had felt snug and even claustrophobic in the past it was now a vast mansion and she was calling uselessly into the west wing. That was unlike her daughter. She never ignored her. She clicked her tongue. Was she angry because of how long she had taken at the shop? Delilah wondered, before returning to the previously abandoned shopping bags to lug them into the kitchen

Upon reaching the kitchen, she dropped the bags again. They clunked heavier this time. A white pool began to form around the plastic bags suggesting the milk carton had burst with the force. It pooled in the cracks between the tiles but that was the least of Delilah’s concern.

The kitchen was a complete mess. Utensils were strewn out everywhere. Thrown here and there. Cupboards flung over, a forlorn box of cornflakes was tipped over the side, its contents on the worktop below. Of course there was only one person who could have done this but Delilah could seldom believe her darling daughter, who had been so much of a star these last few months, could do such a thing.

“ Riley! ” Delilah hollered, anger brewing up in her as she began to replace items such as broken bottles and discarded canned food. Among the mess was her sewing kit, spools of thread all thrown around but still there, apart from the red one. Riley had borrowed that for restitching a skirt a while ago and had never returned it. It was probably still in her jacket pocket. However, something else was missing too. Her dress making scissors. She could not see them in the kitchen either, they were easy to spot, being so large. Nearly nine inches long. Not to mention the bright plastic blue handle.

It was only then occurred to Delilah actually, what if they’d been broken into? She could not see any clear point of entry but that did not mean it had not happened. Fear set upon her again, overcoming her like a tide on the beach before she rushed for the stairs to check upstairs for any further damage- And for her daughters.

This was when the smell began to get worse, encroaching on her sense of smell, causing her to gag as she pressed on. What was that!? It stunk to the high heavens and the house certainly had never had any such pungent odours before she went shopping.

Her feet, which were bare now having toed off her shoes and socks when she had first got home, made contact with something aside from the carpet of the stairs. It was soft. Squishy. It was rounded before it popped under her weight and a lukewarm fluid was released underfoot. She stopped to look down, confused for a moment as to what it was. A white circle mashed into the carpet, with a grey ring and a little punk tail… Was that… An eyeball? Delilah screamed as the optic nerve tickled her toes, causing her to lose her footing, going tumbling back down the stairs. Her head collided roughly with the floor and she was out in seconds.

-

Upon waking up, Delilah groaned in pain as she feebly sat up. She could feel a warm liquid on the back of her head and neck. Blood she assumed, she had likely split her head open from the floor. She was surprised she had woken up at all. Even small head wounds could be fatal… But there was something else. That copper scent from earlier was stronger and now it finally dawned on her. It was blood. She could smell her own blood matting her hair but earlier on it had been the same- And she had not been bleeding then.

Remembering the eye, the first thing Delilah did was throw up. Her body trembled as she turned to empty the contents of her stomach onto the floor. No way she imagined it. That had been someone’s optic nerve. The familiar grey colour suggested who to her- But she could not consider that. She refused to believe it.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she got to her feet to look around. That in itself was hard. The room was incredibly dark. All of the curtains and blinds had been shut, banishing the natural sunlight and the lights were out. She stumbled to the light switch- Only for nothing to happen. Someone had killed the lights. She was not naive enough to believe a power outage was a mere coincidence in a time like this.

Rushing instead to the front door, she rattled on the handle but no luck. It was locked and when she searched for the keys on the table in the entrance way, where she always put them, they were gone.

As the panic and confusion began to set in she frantically checked her pockets for her phone- To provide contact to the outside world or even just a light. It was gone.

Turning to the curtains, she yanked on the nearest ones. They put up some resistance. On closer inspection it seemed they had been duct taped to the wall but the adrenaline made her strong enough to pull the curtains free, tearing the wallpaper the tape was attached to in the process.

It was dusk now and there was very little light outside. The stray beams of half sunlight, half moonlight that filtered in only very slightly illuminated the room and only the half that was nearest the window. Yet that was enough to terrify Delilah.

Covering the walls were red handprints, like a macabre mocking of mischievous children. Delilah knew what it was but it made it easier for her to block it out and think of it as red paint, as frightened tears soaked her face. They were everywhere, apart from one area. One space on the wall had been left be. Instead of handprints, a haphazard drawing of some trees had been inked there. It was messy, clearly done with fingers as the main applicator. Hidden among the cluster was a tall man, drawn as willowy as the woods around him. He wore a suit and lacked a face.

Delilah had to get out of here. As weak as she felt right now, she threw herself at the window, banging on it trying to shatter the glass before another thought caught up to her. In her hysteria she had forgotten about her daughters. Her breathing hitched in her throat.

Turning around, she tried to collect herself. She did not know what was going on but if there was even a slim chance her girls were alive in this twisted mockery of what used to be the family home, she he had to find them.

“ Ri… Riley? ” Delilah called into the darkness. There was no point calling for Blossom, she was just a baby, she couldn’t respond. For a moment, there was only silence. And then there was a whimper from somewhere above her, a broken cry.

Without another thought Delilah raced to the abyssal ascent that was the stairway. Thoughts of the disembodied eye clouded her conviction for a moment. Mayhap it would be safer to escape? Run to the neighbours and call the police first? But no, she decided, by then something dreadful could have happened. She needed to get upstairs.

Gathering her courage, she began the climb, taking the stairs slowly. The light from the window did not reach this face and she was staring into endless shadow. She tried to avoid stepping on the eye again but devoid of light as it were, it was impossible. She flinched as the ball of her foot touched the moist residue, most of the fluid had dried into the carpet but it made it no less disgusting. Her head felt fuzzy and she pressed on before she could repeat her fall from earlier.

Delilah felt breathless as she reached the top, despite having climbed a mere twelve or so steps. The stink up here was worse, more concentrated. She had to heave for breath, panting, unable to take air through her nose. The aroma of awful was just too much to bear. Her lips felt dry. Be it due to using her mouth to sustain her lungs or do to the horrifying reality of her situation.

The first room she came to was Riley’s. The door was slightly askew and opened all the way with a slight creak of protest but it was too dark to see anything. “ Riley? ” Delilah whisper-shouted, but the only sound she could hear this time was her own laboured breathing.

Somewhere behind her a light came on.

Delilah flinched instinctively before spinning to look behind her. Squirming under the tiny cracks in the closed doorway, it shone like a halo around the door but the guiding silhouette did nothing to calm her. How was that light on when she had already checked that the power was out?

Creeping closer to the door, she could feel her heart hammer in her chest. Her footfalls on the creaky floor sounded like an avalanche and she was frighteningly aware of how obvious she was. Whoever, or whatever, was beyond that door knew she was here. Tears streamed down her face, ghosting her lips and leaving a salty taste. Why was she putting herself through this? Her common sense screamed to run away as fast as her jittery legs would carry her but she could not. One thing was more important than her life.

Her daughters.

Fear could only restrain her so much when her mother’s love was called to action. Delilah did not typically consider herself to be any braver than the average person but she did think she had more to lose. Maybe it would be more sensible to make a break for it and have the authorities deal with it- But she fell into that age old trap of refusing to feel helpless. She had to be the one to do something. She could not trust anyone else with the safety of the two people most important to her.

Her hand hesitated, hovering just above the handle before grasping it; the metal cold in her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if it made any difference in such dim light. With a small amount of force she pushed the door open. It swung easily round to tap against the wall, giving a whine of protest. As it peeled back to reveal what lay beyond, Delilah became aware of a soft dripping noise. Like a leaky tap.

At first she was not sure what she was looking at. On the floor lay the unrecognisable tangle of… A baby doll? One of Blossom’s toys. Its form was twisted, legs forced up behind it over its shoulders, while one of its arms was missing. Its little pink dress was destroyed, now barely scraps of material hanging from its form. Her hair had been chopped off and littered the floor around her. Red thread had been wrapped around its plastic body. A flashlight was positioned beside it; the light source.

“ What the fu… ” Delilah trailed off, unsure what this morbid display before her was supposed to be. She drew closer, paranoia growing. It was just a doll, she told herself and she needed that flashlight. Bending beside it, her hands shakily grabbed for the light, her nerves making her grip weak and the torch slippery. It took three attempts to pick it up.

She felt breathless, her chest growing tight. Her knuckles turned white, holding the torch with an iron grip. Suddenly she became aware of the dripping noise again. Delilah whimpered and jumped backwards, snapping to turn the light of the torch in the direction of the noise with a swift motion. There was a speck of ooze on the doll’s near bald head. A red spot that slowly began to droop and run down its lifeless face. She hadn’t noticed it before because of the poor visibility and the red thread, but there many similar splotches.

Drip.

Suddenly another hit the plastic skull.

Drip drop.

Another two. Slowly Delilah shakily turned her torch upwards. What she saw made her shriek like a banshee, wailing in a hysterical mixture of terror and disgust. More tears hit her face, splashing off of her face to the floor. Her flashlight hit the floor with a loud thump, the force separating the head from the body, the batteries escaping their prison and killing the only light she had. In the darkness it would be impossible to reassemble it.

The image was seared into Delilah’s mind, like an imprint of the back of her eyes. The room light had swung back and forth, the light shade having been removed. What she at first thought was a red rope had been twisted around the light, lowered down to another dismembered doll. Wrapped around its little neck and torso. Like the other an arm was missing but the legs this time merely hung limp, pointed to the floor. The hair was matted but remained in place. The stomach had been slashed open and an eyeball was missing from its porcelain face. Then Delilah came to the horrid realisation.

It wasn’t a doll.

Seeing the tiny corpse strung up by its own intestines, Delilah felt the bitter taste of the lining of her stomach bubble up in her throat before retching. There was only one person such a petite cadaver could belong to… And to accept that would drive Delilah off the brink into insanity. It was much easier to pretend it was another broken toy.

Somewhere in the darkness, someone laughed. An evil, brutal cackle that echoed off the walls, carrying its malice. Like a hyena fresh from a kill. It was only then that it occurred to Delilah that flashlights cannot be turned on remotely, yet it had been turned on while she was just outside and there was only one exit to this room.

She was not alone.

Scrambling around in the light emptied room, desperately searching for the parts of the torch on her hands and knees, she cursed herself for being so stupid. Her hand frantically brushed over a battery which she snatched up.

However then something collided with her face, hard, knocking her to her back as she let out a cry. Then like she was suddenly on an operating table, a bright light was shone in her face, temporarily stunning and blinding her. Her attacker chortled again. The flick of a switch sounded and the light was gone, leaving her in terrifying darkness. The message was clear. She was not to look for the torch.

They were toying with her, Delilah realised, panting.

For a moment she paused on the floor, gathering her bearings before pushing herself to her feet. She hesitated for a second, waiting to see if another hit came. Nothing. She struggled, rushing forward and bumping into the wall. Slowly she inched around the room, using it to guide her to the doorway which she eventually found.

Out in the hallway she could see the glimmer of light from the window downstairs. The thought that the outside world still existed beyond this madhouse was somewhat comforting.

There were only two other rooms upstairs. Her and Rylan’s shared bedroom and the bathroom. She could not think for the life of her why she would go to her bedroom at a time like this when the bathroom, with its perfectly good lock, was an option. She could have ventured downstairs to break the window and follow through with her original plan but fear derailed any logical train of thought. Her primal instinct to shelter herself somewhere secure and wait for the storm to pass, as unlikely as that was, won out any other wishes.

Finding her way to the bathroom with the help of the downstairs lighting and the wall, she stumbled in. She slammed the door and swiftly jammed the lock shut, bolting out the outside world- But that included the small amount of light she’d had.

Flinging her body back against the door, she gasped. For the first time in hours she felt a sliver of safety. Her breathing began to steady to a regular pattern. Her adrenaline began to waver, bringing attention to the stinging feeling on her cheek and the throbbing at the back of her head.

Squeak!

Delilah flinched. What was that? Searching for any possible source of the noise, trying to keep calm whole she determined whether it came from outside or in the bathroom.

Then there was light. Not like before not a bright, dizzying spotlight to the eyes. A lighter. Just a little flicker of fire. Then another. A tea light, just bright enough to return Delilah’s minimal sight. As her panic began to set in again, the first thing she caught sight of was the bathroom mirror and her own dimly light face. A bright mark adored her cheek, the pattern making it easy to guess it was from the bottom of a boot. A gift from her attacker earlier on.

Then her gaze snapped to the source of the light. Lounging in the bathtub, waving around a tea light in one hand and rubber ducky in the other, one leg hanging out of the tub was her daughter. Still clad in her convention outfit. Her top hat was squint, pushed to the front of her head, her goggles holding it up from tilting any further forward and falling.

“ Fancy a bubble bath? ” She inquired, her grip on the bath toy tightening slowly to release a long, depressed squeal from it.

“ Riley! ” Delilah exclaimed in an whisper-shout. “ What are you doing in there? ” She asked, while Riley gently rocked the foot she had hanging out of the tub back and forth. As if she had not a care in the world.

“ …Having a bath? ” Riley responded nonchalantly, throwing the rubber duck to the other end of the bath and setting the candle down on the edge of the bath before getting to her feet. Her boots thumped on the floor as she hopped out. “ What else am I doing in the bath? ” She asked with a voice full of attitude.

“ Because- ” Delilah began loudly before lowering her voice. “ Because for a start you’re fully clothed and two, there is someone in this house trying to kill us, ” She said, placing her hands on Riley’s shoulders trying to shake some sense into her daughter. Even for as odd as her girl could be, surely she could grasp the gravity of the situation?

“ Well, yeah, ” Riley’s response came with typical teenage boredom. Like a nineteen year old trying to explain the Internet to their ageing parents.

“ What do you mean 'yeah’? ” Delilah responds, fussing. “ Did they hurt you? Are you alright? ” She asks, her hand moving down slightly and catching onto something sticky on her daughter’s outfit. Her shirt was wet and the red colour was only barely visible in the dark. “ Oh my god- Are you alright? ” She gasps, as the half dried blood clings to her fingers.

“ Huh? ” Riley responds looking down before flashing a grin. “ Oh? That. Don’t worry. It’s not mine. ”

Delilah was engulfed in emotion for a moment, first relief that Riley was safe. Then confusion, who’s blood was it then if not hers? And then finally, the horrid realisation hit her.

“ …No! ” She gasped, as she staggered away from her daughter, grabbing frantically for the lock. As she struggled with the small bolt, Riley snickered behind her. With a great exertion of her remaining strength Delilah managed to force the door open, at the cost of slicing open the skin on the the side of her hand open.

Delilah whimpered as she rushed out of the room, shaking her now blooded palm as she rushed into the hallway, the warmth of her needed fluid spilling out against her skin causing her to shiver. As she bolted for the stairway, she glanced behind her for a single moment. Riley stood there, in the doorway of the bathroom, candle in hand having retrieved it from the edge of the bathtub. Her maniacal smile was barely illuminated in the dim light. She raised her opposite hand and pinched the wick with her index finger and thumb- Extinguishing the light. Plunging upstairs into darkness once more.

Racing downstairs, Delilah stumbled in her haste and gravity did the rest, causing her to slip forward and rather ungracefully descend the stairs for the second time today. She landed on her front this time, winding herself, knocking the air from her lungs. She wheezed, panting as she crawled forward, her nails scratching the floor as she drove herself forward to the wall. Tearing the handprinted wallpaper as she tried to return to her feet, she cried out, as a pain shot through her ankle.

Looking down the nauseous feeling in her stomach returned at full force. Her left ankle was twisted in an unnatural fashion and trying to support weight upon it was met only with agony.

Limping towards the window, doing her best to avoid using her left leg as much as possible, she paused and huffed as she tried to steel herself and ignore the multitudes of pain coursing through her. She was starting to feel dizzy, the amount of blood she had lost starting to take its toll on her.

Yet it seemed she could not catch a break. She could heard footsteps coming from the upstairs hallway. Boots stomping. Slow and loud. Taunting her again, letting her know she was coming, like a lamb who knew the butcher was only just beyond the relative safety of its pen.

Why her? Why did it have to be Riley? She was a good kid! She got decent grades in school, did all she could to help around the house and only very rarely got into fist fights with other students. Had she missed something? Had she overlooked some sort of mental health issue? No, she thought, trying to keep focussed as her vision spun before her like a carousel. She was a tentative mother, of that she was sure. She had been there to fuss when the school had referred her to a specialist to have her diagnosed with ADHD. She had been there. If there was some deep seated psychological reason, she would know.

The footsteps banged on the stairs, beginning to get closer, telling Delilah she had a limited time to come up with a plan of action. Banging on the glass of the window, she screamed in frustration. She could sense Riley lurking in the shadows of the hallway.

Growing more and more hysterical, she began to ram the window with the full force of her shoulder. An amused 'heh’ alerted her Riley was in the room with her, barely a few steps away, taking her time, leisurely strolling across to Delilah. Trapped, like a fish in a barrel.

Finally, the glass began to break under the force, a small dent beginning to stretch into a line. The possibility of smashing the window becoming more and more real.

Yet it was already too late. The sharp sound of metal scraping metal made Delilah turn. Riley stood directly behind her, face inches from hers, wielding her mother’s stolen dress making scissors. Slowly opening them before snapping them shut again. Some of Blossom’s now dried blood blunted them ever so slightly. Delilah realised Riley had not been taunting her, or trying to work her to panic. She had merely been taking her time to clean her weapon. This threatening gesture was intended to remove the last of the crusty red and sharpen her blade.

“ 'Sup, ” Riley chirped before thrusting her scissors into the right side of her mother’s stomach. Delilah flinched, her hands snapping to Riley’s wrist and white knuckling her, screaming in anguish as she tried to defend herself. Trying to shove Riley back however seemed in vain, her daughter was much better built than she and easily overpowered her, driving the scissors through her body and piercing an exit wound on the skin of her back.

“ No, no, stop! ” Delilah screeched, squirming, as she fell back against the window, hearing it crack more against her weight but not enough to give out. Riley flashed an evil sneer, twisting the scissors, niggling her insides and tearing through human flesh like butter. Delilah felt like she was on fire, the pain rushing through her from her head, her hand, her side, her leg. “ P-Please! Stop! ”

Riley ripped the scissors free, causing more damage as she did so. Delilah sobbed in a mixture of terror and anguish. Her blood splattered the semi broken window behind her like a morbid stain glass painting.

“ What’s wrong? I arrange all this mother-daughter bonding and you don’t even appreciate it? Ungrateful! ” She snapped, as Delilah’s vision began to fade.

“ Why, ” She gasped at her daughter, reaching out a weak hand to her. “ Why would you… ” She trailed off, as Riley pocketed her pilfered scissors and took her mother’s outstretched hand in hers, squeezing it. A motion that might have been affectionate, reassuring even, if not for the context of their situation and the extra pain it caused in Delilah’s injured hand.

“ I understand what daddy meant now, ” Riley tells her, turning her gaze upwards to the drawings on the wallpaper. Her gaze seeming to linger on the painting of the faceless man.

“ Ri… Ril- ” Delilah stuttered, her voice escaping her as she slumped against the window, sliding to the floor. Riley went with her, lowering herself, crouching before her.

“ Shh, shh, it’s okay… Go ahead, you can rest now, it’s over for you, ” Her daughter’s scratchy voice whispered, their hands still holding onto one another, fingers intertwined.

Delilah was already so far gone, she was barely aware of the revolver being lifted to her head.

Bang!

-

A few weeks later, Rylan was sipping his coffee, his eyes never leaving the broadsheet newspaper in front of him. He had been nursing this hot beverage for long enough it had went cold but in a cozy, backwater truck stop in the middle of no where like this? Nobody bothered him over it.

He had always known it was a possibility this would happen. A very probably one in fact. The question had merely been by who’s hand. Yet, reading about Delilah and Blossom’s gruesome end still stirred deep sentimentality in him. Still, they had served their purpose. As had he. His time was limited now. He would be replaced soon- Discarded.

The bell on the door tinkled alerting the sparsely populated diner someone else had entered. Rylan heard them brush off a waitress, telling them to give her a moment. He glanced up slightly.

“ You know, you’re inconspicuous as fuck in that outfit, ” He grumbled, as his daughter took a seat across from him. “ You’re supposed to be laying low. ”

“ 'You’re supposed to be laying low’, ” She mimicked sassily. “ Fuck off, Snitch, ” She grunted, addressing him by his alias rather than his proper name, despite knowing it full well. She shivered, clearly cold, pulling her tailcoat close. “ This place is fucking freezing, ” She grumbled before picking up Rylan’s coffee, taking a long gulp before beginning to choke up. “ Fucking hell! That’s cold, how can you drink that swill? ”

“ Will you be quiet? You’re causing a scene, ” Rylan warned her lowly, the few other cafe goers risking glances at the unusual pair.

“ See, the thing is, to cause a scene you need a crowd and unless you hadn’t noticed, we might as well be in the Sahara, ” She retorts. Rylan snorts, turning up his nose at her.

“ …You been given a name? ” He asks simply moving on. She flashed a toothy grin, glancing over as one of the waitresses tried to perform a hushed phone call. As Rylan had suspected, his daughter’s over-the-top getup had given them away almost instantly, sticking out like a sore thumb. It would hardly be a tricky police line up.

“ Aye, ” She told him, lifting her revolver and firing without looking. In the last few weeks, her skills had already been honed. Trained by the tough lifestyle and the threat of death in the face of failure.

Someone screamed, as the waitress’ brain was turned to mush with the impact of the bullet before spraying across the wall.

“ Bullseye, ” The girl let out a low self-impressed whistle. “ Three sixty no scope that shit! ”

“ Nice shot but don’t be an idiot. So, name? ” Rylan pressed, guiding her attention back to his question, as people began running from the truck stop, screaming bloody murder. In such a secluded country corner, the duo could take their time. Any law enforcement would be at least ten minutes this far out in the sticks.

“ Steampunk, don’t wear it out, ” She told him as she clicked the safety of the revolver back on and holstered it again.

“ …You’ll be…. An interesting proxy. I’m sure he’ll be watching you very closely. ”

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A doodle from my steampunk creepypasta au thing I blame @teethcake for getting me back into this fandom, so this is for you! :D

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Hope, you will notice

https://ficbook.net/readfic/7117629

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Was inspired by the lovely @starving-dropartist and their steampunk creepypasta AU.

I thank @teethcake for having those amazing posts that inspired me on their blog.