#Renegade!Parasite

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Renegade!Fresh

Info post about the au

(If characters seem OOC ((Out Of Character)) it's beacause I'm going off of my own interpretations/headcanons/fandom versions. So please be aware of that)

More info under the cut (Info is subject to change at any time. Info may be added to as well)

-Jobs in the group: ???, resident cryptid 

Weapons of choice: can make anything a weapon if it's funny enough 

-Head canon voice: ???

-Uses He/Him when referring to themselves as ‘Fresh’ but uses They/Them when referring to the parasite.

-Technically ‘Fresh’ is dead, he’s now the parasite that's piloting his body. Tries to avoid people who knew Fresh before it took over the body. E.g. Geno and Error. 

-Runs on cartoon logic for most things, or the logic ‘if something is funny enough’. Will also break the 4th wall a lot. 

-When around any swearing that happens around him will get censored. 

-Will appear and disappear at random, just in a poof of smoke, sometimes glitter or confetti gets left behind, but normally no trace of him is left. 

-Not much is known about him, since he barely shows up, and when he does it’s not for long. He is extremely hard to read (in terms of emotions, predictability, etc) and never shows any sort of bias towards anyone, other than avoiding Geno/Error, but no one knows he’s avoiding them. (Due to the fact he rarely appears, and the fact he’s basically the cryptid of the group he doesn’t have as much info as the others)

How they feel about:

Nightmare: Knows about Mare and sees Mare as another parasite, so thinks Night has been taken over and Mare is faking being Night. So often tries to talk to Night or Mare since he views them as a fellow parasite.

Error/Geno: Avoids them as they knew ‘Fresh’ before they (the parasite) took over.

Reaper/Death: Sometimes taunts Reaper, and tends to scamper off before Reaper can try to do anything about him.

Others: No opinion really on the others

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters get into a fight (pt. 4)

Pain

ache, anesthesia/anaesthesia, distress, harassment, hurt, pinch, strain, suffer, torture, wrong

Attack

aggression, assail, beat up, blast, blind-side, bomb, brutality, charge, come at, coup d’état, embroil, encroach, fire, foray, go for, infest, insurrection, invasion, lay into, mug, occupation, offensive, onslaught, overrun, pillage, pounce, raid, ravage, rush, sortie, subvert, waylay

To destroy

ablate, abolition, annul, batter, bomb, bring down, burst, butcher, clobber, come unglued, consumption, coup de grâce, crumple, cut down, decimate, deforestation, demolition, desecrate, desolate, devastate, dismantle, dispatch, do away with, do in, end, endanger, eradicate, erosion, execute, expunge, exterminate, extinguish, finish, genocide, hara-kiri, homicide, jeopardize, kill, knock off, liquidate, mangle, massacre, murder, obliterate, paralyze, pillage, poison, prostrate, pulverize, put away, put out, quench, raze, ruin, sack, shiver, slaughter, smash, stamp out, subdue, suppress, undo, vandalism, violation, wipe out, wreck

To injure

abuse, ail, batter, beat, bruise, cost, crush, debilitate, deface, deform, desecrate, devastate, disagree, disfigure, expose, fragment, gripe, handicap, hurt, incapacitate, jeopardize, lacerate, maim, mar, mistreat, mutilate, outrage, paralyze, poison, pummel, repay, ruin, sabotage, scar, shatter, shoot, smart, snap, spoil, stress, taint, torture, turn, violate, vitiate, wrong

To make dirty

adulterate, clutter, mess up, smudge, stain, tarnish

To make hot or cold

air, chill, freeze, heat, melt, numb, refrigerate, shrivel, warm

To make wet

absorb, dampen, dip, drench, drool, dunk, extinguish, marinate, oil, permeate, saturate, souse, splash, spray, squirt, submerge

Military action

barrage, blow up, conflict, coup d’état, deploy, deposition, dethrone, disarm, draft, engage, enlist, explosion, incursion, induction, invade, maneuver, occupation, offensive, overthrow, rebellion, revolt, salute, station, volley, warfare

Bad person

accessory, accurser, adversary, aggressor, alarmist, antagonist, ass, assassin, authoritarian, barbarian, bigmouth, bottom feeder, bum, burglar, cad, captive, charlatan, clod, cold fish, conspirator, criminal, crook, culprit, deadbeat, delinquent, demon, derelict, desperado, devil, dirty old man, dolt, do-nothing, dope, dregs, drone, dumbbell, dunce, enemy, espionage, exile, failure, fall guy, femme fatale, fighter, firebrand, fool, fugitive, gangster, glutton, good-for-nothing, gossip, grump, hellion, hobo, hot dog, hypocrite, imbecile, impostor, incubus, insurgent, intruder, Judas, killer, klutz, know-it-all, lawbreaker, lemon, loafer, loser, lummox, mad person, maniac, menace, misanthrope, miser, mole, mountebank, naysayer, ne’ er-do-well, nuisance, nut, ogre, organized crime, parasite, pawn, pessimist, pill, placebo, prodigal, prostitute, psychopath, quack, rascal, renegade, rogue, ruffian, sap, scamp, schlemiel, Scrooge, shirked, shyster, simpleton, skinflint, sleazebag, sneak, sourpuss, spy, swindler, tattletale/tattler, thug, tool, traitor, troll, truant, tyrant, vandal, wanton, whipping boy, wimp, witch

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary Writing Notes: Fight Scenes ⚜ Word Lists: Fight ⚜ Pain

[electricpentacle]

This is actually a totally viable PC in Deviant: The Renegades, fyi.

It is possible I'm leaning too hard into the concept of a parasite POV protagonist which explores what it means to make yourself into the shape of another body (re the starfish comic and a bunch of bits in it), when the body in question is a trans woman who has undergone a severe amount of involuntary biomechanical body modifications, in an experimental attempt to utilize her poorly understood mutated nervous system as a kind of living weapon against a parallel universe which is inadvertantly unraveling our own world in isolated but escalating highly destructive incidents involving sudden explosive release of energy where they intersect.

But when the events proved fruitless, leaving her wracked with trauma and metastasized cancer, they threw her into a care home / prison where she died of the aforementioned cancer, and this is all in service of answering the question of where The Body which becomes the host originates. However, being as the parasitoid mutant blind millipede colony does not enter a corpse with a template, and merely threads into whatever pre-existing physical and neurological systems are part of the host corpse as-is, not only is the colony collectively entrapping itself within the boundaries of a host body, but it is operating on the assumptions that all the surgical and hormonal alterations, as well as the cancer, are a part of the body which they should also include in the neural network they extend themselves into.

Meaning the actual outcome is the world as seen through a parasite colony which, as it consumes and partially replicates both nervous system and brain of the host, believes itself to inhabit the world as a human, while in actuality it is oblivious to the fact that it now exists as an expression of the traumatic abuse which an authoritarian state under threat will inflict on a human body, as well as the cancerous expression of consequences of this abuse, all stemming from a body which, in a world facing an existential crisis, has an unconventional non-human nervous system which allows it to engage directly with an alternate universe.

Which all plays out because the apathetic management of the care home sold her corpse to a religious order / conservative activism group dedicated to the preservation of the mutant parasitic millipede colonies out of the fervent religious belief the colonies represent the unending cycle of life from life and life from death, and also because the millipede colonies act as natural predators to the Dalton County Dump Roundworm Infestation, which has been taking over large portions of the country via its exponential growth and lack of any competition. So now I have a completely sensible background derived for the parasite colony protagonist who is also fifty percent of the dead trans woman they consumed in the process of infesting her corpse, who is now a kind of holy relic to the temple which infected her, but who also wants retribution for the horrific abuse she suffered, while simultaneously experiencing her twisted and broken body as the correct form as derived by the parasite infestation, which is also her.

Simple.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 35

When the TARDIS was infested with a Vortex parasite, she uploaded the Eighth Doctor and Izzy to her datascape, and a manifestation of her consciousness helped defeat the parasite.

Time Lords possess a psychic empathy field.

The Seventh Doctor and his companions at one point one teddy bears during a festival. Their names were Jasper and Stewart.

The Second Doctor was able to remotely operate his TARDIS from Koschei's TARDIS.

The Sixth Doctor informed the Celestial Intervention Agency that he ran into the Rani and the Master in 1830s Killingworth, but they didn't believe him due to his "notoriously unstable" nature.

The First Doctor once lost the TARDIS in a bet and used it as an opportunity to take Susan, Ian, and Barbara on a road trip while getting her back.

The Clocksmith was yet another violent renegade Time Lord, but they were also an artist. They had a device that froze people in place, causing them immense pain and could kill them, and was known to encase people in metal.

The Doctor and the Corsair got wasted together on three different occasions we are aware of. Twice, they woke up in jail and once, in the Bank of England vaults.

The Corsair indeed did not like to travel with humans, but they did occasionally take on a parrot or a cat as a companion.

Before leaving Gallifrey, the Doctor was a Scrutationary Archivist in the Bureau of Possible Events.

The Second Doctor was once forced into an arena to fight a dragon. After enthralling it with his recorder, he set the dragon on the audience.

The Time Lords locked Koschei and his "friend" (we all know who this is referring to 👀) in the Tower after a "silly prank gone wrong." His friend would recite him poetry, after which Koschei would feel more in control.

Eventually, they had an argument, after which Koschei's friend escaped and left him behind. At some point before leaving, Koschei's friend wrote the following on the wall:

"Here lies the master of the dirt, the muck, the grime. May that pompous fool sit here until he learns better manners."

Koschei lost track of the time he spent in that Tower after his friend left him. He thought it could have been centuries or millennia. He said that he would get his friend back one day after he got out of the Tower.

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[owlhead650]

I've been thinking about how fucked up the interceptor's relationship with M2 is. And I'm not talking about shipping them even if that's a uniquely intense way to show what their life experiences did to them.

I'm talking about how M2 was in the same position Crescent was in, even if M2 probably never thinks of it. While she and the character we selected (in my case Aevis) are both in the frozen despair world for a few years (not the official name but still accurate) she writes in this diary. She writes about how she hates the fact that she's stuck there with Aevis of all people. If she made a tier list of everyone she could tolerate being stuck with from most favourable to the worst, then Aevis would be at the fuck bottom of F tier.

This is because he looks like the interceptor, he sounds like the interceptor, but he's actually a total stranger. She hates the interceptor but can't even take her anger out on them because they aren't with her. She's stuck with this skin walker imposter. Of course we know Aevis is technically 'the original' but not to Melia. Like Crescent was frustrated by her old friend acting like they didn't know her, and on renegade comes to see them as a parasite that stole his body, M2 basically experiences that with Aevis because to her the interceptor is 'the original' and 'real one'.

M2 writes in her diary that she wants to see the colour red again, that she wants to see the interceptor again. That she's going to hurt Aevis, just because he looks like the interceptor. Except unlike Crescent M2's wish comes true. She gets to see her beloathed old friend again. They say that love isn't exactly the opposite of hate, that paying that much attention to someone makes them important to you, even if it's in a bad way.

This is M2 and the interceptor.

[blockgamepirate]

Bolas Rojas Playlist

And the Hero Will Drown : Story Of The Year

Evil People : Set It Of

Twist : Korn

It's Been So Long : The Living Tombstone

Breaking Me Down : Soil

Rules of Nature - Platinum Mix : Jason Charles Miller

Unsainted : Slipknot

oops! : Yung Gravy

Break Stuff : Limp Bizkit

Friday Night Fire Fight : Aligns, Rubicones

BlastZone (ЗонаПоражения) : BONES

SugarCrash! : ElyOtto

Aerials : System Of A Down

King For A Day : Pierce The Veil, Kellin Quinn

Down with the Sickness : Disturbed

Witness : Mindless Self Indulgence

Throne : Bring Me The Horizon

Numb : Linkin Park

Freak On a Leash : Korn

BREAK LAW : Dog Blood, Skrillex, Boys Noize

When It Cuts : Ill Niño

GAS GAS GAS - EXTENDED MIX : Manuel

Becoming Insane : Infected Mushroom

Bricolen : Copain du web

Duality : Slipknot

Waltz of the Meatball Man : Gooseworx

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

Ani Mevushal : Infected Mushroom, Bliss

Laid to Rest : Lamb of God

Before I Forget : Slipknot

Renegades Of Funk : Rage Against The Machine

Downfall : TRUSTcompany

Hate Crew Deathroll : Children Of Bodom

Savior : Rise Against

Given Up : Linkin Park

Falling Apart : zebrahead

B.Y.O.B. : System Of A Down

Wait and Bleed : Slipknot

The Hand That Feeds : Nine Inch Nails

Stricken : Disturbed

Toxicity : System Of A Down

People = Shitm : Slipknot

In the End : Linkin Park

The Government Knows : KNOWER

We're Beautiful : ABSRDST, Diveo

Ponyboy : SOPHIE

Dumbest Girl Alive : 100 gecs

GOTTASADAE : BewhY

NIGHTMARES : Alice Glass

Can You Feel My Heart : Bring Me The Horizon

Kingslayer (feat. BABYMETAL) : Bring Me The Horizon, BABYMETAL

Goat Type Beat : harvoYT

Du hast : Rammstein

Zombie : The Cranberries

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets : Istasha

Captions Are Automatically Generated . Istasha

Rédeas : Project46

Wherever I May Roam : Metallica

For Whom The Bell Tolls - Remastered : Metallica

Path Vol. 2 : Apocalyptica, Sandra Nasic

White Rabbit : Jefferson Airplane

Animals : Architects

Tokyo Drift (Fast & Furious) - From "The Fast And The Furious: Tokyo Drift" Soundtrack : Teriyaki Boyz

Roots Bloody Roots : Sepultura

Tenebre Rosso Sangue (ULTRAKILL Original Game Soundtrack) : Keygen Church

Parasite Eve : Bring Me The Horizon

We Got the Moves . Electric Callboy

EXILADA : NIKKO, Istasha

BRAZILIAN DANÇA PHONK : 6YNTHMANE, RXDXVIL

Flashback : MIYAVI, Ken Ken

Get Got . Death Grips

Controllah (feat. MC Bin Laden) : Gorillaz, MC Bin Laden

Hayloft II : Mother Mother

Automotivo Bibi Fogosa : Bibi Babydoll, Dj Brunin XM, KZA Produções

ワールドイズマイン-初音ミク「マジカルミライ 2021」Live- (feat. 初音ミク) : ryo (supercell), Hatsune Miku

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) : My Chemical Romance

BxMxC : BABYMETAL

Not Gonna Get Us : t.A.T.u.

Pleasure Model : Noisia, Former

Volcano : Woodkid

Misfit Toys (from the series Arcane League of Legends) : Pusha T, Mako

Snakes (from the series Arcane League of Legends) : PVRIS, MIYAVI

Idiots Are Taking Over : NOFX

Dead Limit : Noisia, The Upbeats

Sober : TOOL

The Pot : TOOL

All Falls Apart : Polyphia

How I Feel : La Dispute

Given Up : Linkin Park

Run : Bring Me The Horizon

Still Waiting : Sum 41

Bodies : Drowning Pool

Side by Side : BewhY

Falling Away from Me . Korn

One Step Closer : Linkin Park

Your Betrayal : Bullet For My Valentine

Tears Don't Fall : Bullet For My Valentine

Vicinity Of Obscenity : System Of A Down

Papercut . Linkin Par

The Diary of Jane - Single Version : Breaking Benjamin

[dj-skibidi]

Lore drop for Bishop, one of the two Large Cameraman OCs I made for Not Alone.

Bishop was an Extra Large Cameraman, known as a renegade and a law unto himself. He ran a livestream channel known as “Judgment Day” with a very dedicated audience, showing himself killing and mutilating Skibidi Toilets in a variety of bizarre ways.

Bishop took thirty parasites from their hosts, removed all their eyes, tongues and eardrums and sent them back to Alpha Hills base in a box with airholes, complete with a note reading “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil”.

All the parasites had to be euthanised.

All but one.

Jellybean the Parasite hid under the bodies of her friends in order to survive and escaped physically unharmed.

She was fated to meet Bishop again, for he allowed himself to be captured.

All his acts of violence had been committed with one goal in mind— to draw out G Toilet for a fight and kill them both in a kamikaze attack.

His plan was always doomed, however, for he grossly underestimated G Toilet’s durability.

After his capture, not only did Bishop get red screened, so did many of his dedicated viewers who thought they were about to watch another torture broadcast.

The body was used for the SWAT Mutant.

[villainousauthor]

Favorite reads of 2024

Apprentice to the Villain - Hannah Nicole Maehrer

I have no mouth and I must scream - Harlan Elison

Twisted Games - Ana Huang

The Housemaid - Frieda McFadden

Renegades - Marissa Meyer

Into the Drowning Deep - Mira Grant

Between Love and Loathing- Shain Rose

Least favorite reads of 2024

What Lies Beyond the Veil - Harper L Woods (Dnf at 60%)

Illusions of Grandeur - Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Once You're Mine - Morgan Bridges (Dnf 30%)

Wisteria - Adalyn Grace

2025 TBR

Hench - Natalie Zina Walschots

Parasite - Mira Grant

Swordheart - T. Kingfisher

Vengeful- Victoria E. Schwab

Bunny - Mona Awad

Catherine House - Elisabeth Thomas

The Deep - Nick Cutter

More Ana Huang

[dapper-lil-arts]

You're drawing of Sunset and Tempest becoming best friends just made me imagine these two in a karaoke, drunkenly singing to "I am... All Of Me"

Pff i figured it'd be something more like "CRAWWWLING IIIN MY SKIIIN" or plenty of other fun edgy songs with fun lyrics. Fun fact in one of my fics Sunset sings "Valley of the pagans" by gorillaz, and it surprisingly fits. 'the sun is kissing my face and erasing my doubts, I'm going out with a bang and the fangs of a parasite.'

them looking at any shadow renegade character and being like "oh my god they are literaly me" lmao

[roninkairi]

And Now, Another Ghostface Vs Post Because I'm Not A Video Editor Or Voice Actor

"All right! Time for the real fun to begin!"

"Wait. Stu, before I go out there...you made SURE whoever we are about the face won't horribly maim us the second this match begins, RIGHT?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I mean, remember the last time we were out here? I do not like to remind you that my head became a red mist because of a fucking sawed off shotgun. Being resurrected constantly is taking a toll on me!"

"Will you relax Billy? We got this!"

"Ok. Lets get down to business."

"I'm going to gut you like a fish---"

(Metroid theme plays)

"OH HELL TO THE FUCKING NO, WE ARE NOT DOING THIS!! STU!!!!"

"Yeah?"

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO THAT IS?!!!"

"Yeah, Samus Aran."

"Yes Stu, Samus Aran. THE Samus Aran!"

"Yeah, you asked for her, remember?"

"Wha---NO STU! I said we should kill Sam, Gus and Aaron, the three assholes from Cinnibun, not the deadliest bounty hunter ever to come from Nintendo themselves!!"

"Oh...I guess I heard it wrong."

"GEE, YA THINK STU?!!!"

"Look, we survived Cyrax and Sektor. We can take her."

"Cyrax and Sektor are NOTHING like Samus, Stu!! Do you know how many planets were destroyed because of her?"

"Uh...let me see...Metroid Prime 2, Metroid Prime 3 I think, Super Metroid, Metroid Fusion, Metroid Dread..."

"Have you noticed A FUCKING PATTERN YET STU?!!"

"I wish to point out at least one of those was because of the Space Pirates."

"Yes Stu, and my counter point is she killed all of the Space Pirates, as well as the Metroids, the X Parasite, TWICE I MAY ADD BY THE WAY, and some renegade Chozo on the side. And don't fucking get me started on Ridley!! By the way, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HER HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!!"

"That? Well, uh...remember 'Metroid: Other M'? And remember that review by Abbie Heppe for X-Play?"

"We have been over this Stu, that was NOT a review. That was a bitter fan complaining about subpar writing for superficial reasons who didn't even address the game's engine and what did and didn't work."

"Yeah, well I MAY have sent her an email with a copy of the review for the website...and the full original X-Play video...and I MAY have written a letter saying how much I agreed with both of them."

"...Stu...you REALLY fucked us over in a way I do not think we can ever recover from."

"In retrospect Billy, I may have gone a little overboard."

"Yes. Yes you did."

"...so for the record did you and Pit really---"

[kit-williams]

Hello✨ You have a fiction about an alpha legionnaire and a Rogue Trader. Can we also do something about a Rogue Trader, but with a Bloody Angel?❤

Vivienne Belleville - Rogue Trader Angelo Astico - Blood Angel Battle Brother

tw: Blood drinking, cannibalism? Does it count if a space marine eats a person? Obsession & Possession, sex

Rowena. Vivienne seethed as she saw her rival flaunting the Space Wolf by her side. A handsome gentleman in all regards but horribly brought down by the parasite on his arm. Of course, Vivienne played up the charm trying to lure him away but no Rowena must be giving him something worth his while if he was willing to stay with that creature with a write of passage.

Rowena was the center of envy at the party with that man candy on her arm. And the Space Wolf was just the perfect amount of clearly listening and clearly zoning out that he hardly cared about that damn woman's cackle! Vivienne was very jealous and tried her best to subtly try to get an Astartes to join her. However, it was much harder than she had expected. They joined on their whims or if there was a crusade that you were apart of, as Rowena had graciously explained.

Angelo was an actual angel as she and her retinue had run into trouble on a space hulk and suddenly this screaming marine all dressed in red with a chainsword appeared out of nowhere. And while everyone else was in awe... Vivienne knew she had finally found a man to flaunt to in front of Rowena.

------

Angelo had been stalking the rogue trader and her retinue when she stepped foot onto the space hulk. He wasn't interested in staying there like one of the renegade marines he had run into and both mutually agreed that fighting was hardly worth the energy. The mortals aboard the vessel were pleased by their savior and Angelo's decision to not fight. They would not be too sad to see him go.

He grinned under his helmet as the corners of his vision swam red as his eye lenses glowed their bright green. The teeth of his chainsword dug into the tender flesh and weakened armor. He felt his fangs ache as he saw the gore smeared upon his gauntlets. He turned around to see the mortals making the sign of the aquilia except the lady of the group. He regarded the grin on her face and the glint in her eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling under his helm.

------

The pair hit it off quite well as Angelo had finally gotten off of the space hulk and Vivienne had her arm candy but now she just had to keep him around. For Angelo he was experiencing the reverse of the problem... how to insure he was kept around by this interesting little darling. Though his vision kept swimming red at the very edges and he was getting oh so very thirsty.

It was one cycle on the ship as it was "night" whenever the rogue trader had decided to go to sleep and the mood of the ship had shifted to something dour. Angelo had already licked his armor clean ages ago but he ran his tongue between the joints on his gauntlets. His ear twitched as he heard something in the vents.

The children of the lower decks he knew could be vent rats but this far up and right by the Rogue Trader's chambers. She did give him the code to her door... and as many times he had slipped in to observe her sleep a few times this would be a legitimate reason to go in. Just to make sure she was safe of course....

-----

Vivienne frowned in her sleep as her dream of being swept off her feet by Lord Montague declaring his undying love for her only for the dashing Biologist Magos Nex to then declare his love for her at the same time... the dream turned... crunchy.

She opened her eyes as she could hear the crunch now... the scraping of teeth on what she was assuming bone... a soft male moan as a wet noise assaulted her ears. She sat up and turned her bedside light on as she could see a mess of blonde half curled locks with blood on them. The crunching was coming from the mass of muscle crouched over something... Vivienne couldn't help herself crawl to the foot of her extravagant bed to see him crouched over the body of somebody.

She softly swallowed as she paled slightly... seeing how his hands were both red up to his elbows. Vivienne cleared her throat after swallowing her nervousness... she was a rogue trader after all she had seen worse. She watched Angelo's shoulders still as he raised his head and looked over at her with a wide bloody grin, the bone between his teeth snapping as she could see that the expensive carpet under the body was absolutely ruined.

"Lord Angelo... would you care to explain?" She gestures to the... half eaten body.

"An attempt on your life my dear lady." He says as he lazily licks his fingers clean though her eyes watch the drops of blood that run down his pectorals. Angelo had a bit of... fat on him and it looked utterly delicious to her. Sure she enjoyed her sharp edges but by the God Emperor she wanted to stuff her face into his chest. He seemed to catch her staring as he moved each pectoral muscle one their own and her eyes darted back to his own as he licked his fangs clean with a chuckle.

He pulls a finger out of his mouth with a pop, before grabbing her chin smearing some coagulating blood on her chin as he trills softly. He's no longer thirsty but does his Rogue Trader look like a snack and he watches her shiver under his heated gaze. "I had sensed something was wrong and took care of it trying my best not to wake you." Oh right... she had seen him eating someone... that never was good for mortals to see, "You didn't see anything unsavory my lady... did you?" His voice dipped in octave as he looked at her with a predatory gaze.

But what met his nose was not fear but arousal. That made something in Angelo's brain click a different way and he was upon her licking and kissing her carotid artery. Pressing his bloody tongue flat against that pulsing artery as she whimpered and mewled under him with that smell of arousal growing more and more. It had been quite a few years since he had been around company that he considered to be proper... running around with the renegade and the others on that hulk were driving him mad but here finally in good company... shame how he was let loose.

His bloody tongue moved down her body as Vivienne gasped and trembled getting enough of her senses back to slap him and nearly swooning at the cocky grin on his face. "What's the matter little shipmistress? Was that too much for you?" He coos gripping the expensive fabric of her night gown and just tearing it in half as he lets his tongue move over her breasts now.

"Oh Lord Angelo!" He said with fluttering breath.

He just grinned as he growled pushing a ring finger inside of her. Oh perhaps she was eager to get a man who wasn't a brute but unfortunately Angelo was still coming down from a blood lust high. And she let out a squeal of delight as she felt that deliciously dizzing burn of her walls being pushed open by his cock bullying its way inside of her.

For Angelo this was part of satisfying an urge he was feeling and well also fucking the ship mistress dumb so that he could finish his meal in peace. She arched her back off of the plush bed as she mewled. Her hips pushing back against his as it was a push and pull between them. It didn't take her long for Vivienne to let out a shriek of delight as her orgasm hit her and Angelo to keep thrusting into her to ride out her clenching orgasm. Saliva mixed with blood dripped onto her already bloody breasts before he hissed out as he came.

Angelo would have liked it far better to wine and dine the Rogue Trader and certainly last much longer but he was certain she would forgive him for being such a brute. He knelt over the body hooking his fingers into the top of their jaw as he heard Lord Captain Vivienne speak, "I'll... have someone take care of the body." She slurs as he chuckles.

"Worry not my lady I'll take care of it. I'll let someone know about the blood stain." He says dragging the body to his room to finish his meal. He is certain he will enjoy his time with Lady Vivienne

[idolkilling]

OC ASKS: Your OCs are in a room and suddenly lights are turned off. Who are they reaching for first? Will they reach to hold someone at all?

OOH THIS IS A CUTE ONE THANK YOU!! Answering for the characters on my Toyhou.se, but feel free to follow up with any specific characters you might remember from my past blogs if I didn’t mention them :D

In most cases the characters would just reach for whoever is closest to them rather than anyone specific (since I use them across various settings and their interactions change from AU to AU), under the pretense they’re familiar with their company. This is kinda long also, so I’m putting it under a read-more o7

OCs who are more likely to reach for someone than not:

Eve, using it as an excuse to grope the nearest well-built man (often Velo since they work together)

Rex, also using it as an excuse to grope the nearest cute and petite girl 🤦 I think he would get reached for by his FWB (later boyfriend), Kais, though

Dimitri, who’s equal parts protective over whoever is with him due to a strong sense of responsibility and wanting to make sure they don’t fuck anything in the room up; Minkyu comes to mind, though Xero is an exception since he trusts them to take care of themself and stay out of the way

Reis… but with malicious intent :((( He is absolutely using the blackout as an opening to infect someone near him with an otherworldly pathogen/parasite :(((

Tarou, with similar reasoning as Dimitri, but he’d also make sure to grab Reis so he does NOT give hapless people the Alien chestburster experience

Luca, mostly just being silly and dramatically pretending to be scared, though if it’s a more perilous scenario he’d reach for someone to ground himself, not wanting to be alone

Navid, not wanting to be separated from his friends

OCs who are less likely to reach for someone:

Kee, who doesn’t want to burden others so she’s more likely to just curl in on herself—though if it’s a dire situation and she thinks she can help keep the other party from harm, she might make an exception

Velo, since he usually does NOT gaf about the people around him—they can take care of themselves!—but he would make an exception for people/creatures that are so pathetic/defenseless he’d feel guilty about leaving them in the lurch (such as Haruki)

Junta, since I imagine this scenario with him would be a silly one more often than not; he wouldn’t be concerned about the blackout, though he might sneak up and scare his friends

Verrine is probably just turning the lights off herself to wish one of her sons (or “playthings”) goodnight… It’s hard to imagine her being caught off-guard; if the blackout is malicious she probably expects it and is either alone or with protection 🤔

Cherry would rather go for a weapon than grasp for a friend, though against his survival instinct he would feel more comforted holding onto someone (particularly Ram’s OC Harris, whom he has an unspoken crush on)

V. Aster (who people are probably more familiar with under the name “Vivie” aha) is another character who’s indifferent to the safety of those around them—reaching for someone or being clung to would just hinder their mobility; they can see in the dark and they’re going to be productive about it

OCs who don’t reach for anyone, but get reached for:

Xero can see in the dark (and beyond that is an otherworldly entity), so they wouldn’t be bothered even if the blackout is a precursor to danger; by default, their eyes glow like embers, so they’d be a visible beacon for nearby company to cling onto for protection (especially Minkyu…)

Ein is a renegade bioweapon with lowlight vision—he’d be kind of excited for danger to spring out and have a toussle! But otherwise he’s being reached for by a cautious Lavender (his mostly-human roommate who sometimes is sucked into his and Acheron’s nonsense)

Lillie would reach for a weapon and get reached for by her gooner roach of a NOT-boyfriend, Oswald (erectroswing’s OC), much to her chagrin cuz she KNOWS his ass is not scared and he’s just using it as an excuse to wrap around her and scream and squeal

Jet would just stand there in confusion (bro has the survival instinct of a middle-aged corporate worker who wants to kill himself, cuz he is LMAO), but Zeta would take the opportunity to grope grab him for fruity reasons

Anyway, thank you so much for sending this in—OC asks genuinely make my whole day ;w; <3 !!!

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Renegade!Reaper/Death

Info post about the au

(If characters seem OOC ((Out Of Character)) it's beacause I'm going off of my own interpretations/headcanons/fandom versions. So please be aware of that)

More info under the cut (Info is subject to change at any time. Info may be added to as well)

-Jobs in the group: ???, non? Just their resident grim reaper that acts as an omen of death

Weapons of choice: scythe, and smaller duel scythes, crows that he can summon to obscure himself

-Head canon voice: ???

-uses any pronouns, basically whatever anyone sees them as, but mainly uses he/him 

-The people he can touch without killing them are: Geno, Dream, Nightmare, Fresh (providing he can touch the skeletal body, but not the parasite itself), Error.

-His main job is to help souls pass on, he never really has to kill anyone, it’s if someone somehow escaped something they otherwise should have died from is when he steps in to kill them. He normally tries to make these deaths look natural, as to have no one question it.

-Due to Geno’s luck and the fact he’s immune to the death touch, he (Reaper) tried in the past to kill Geno in more natural looking ways, before he just started to get board and started to try to kill him in dumb/funny ways e.g. dropping a piano on him (before the apocalypse). He could just kill him (Geno) himself, but he’s board and is just having fun at this point, he’s also grown fond of Geno and doesn’t exactly want to kill him now. 

-Isn’t around the group too often, and when he is, he’s normally around Geno, since Geno is the only reason he’s around the group in the first place. Though due to meeting the twins he may go talk to them too.

-Loves old/antique/retro/etc board/card/etc games, especially ones that aren’t well known. Mainly due to in the past he’d play these games with humans/monsters. So often tries to find people to play these games with him if he can get his hands on those games. Due to the group he has a few people he can play these games with now, providing he can convince then teach them how to play.

-When not around Geno but is still around the group he’s normally found talking to one of the twins. He knows Nightmare doesn’t mind him, and he also knows that Dream is unsure of him. Tries to be on good terms with them anyway, it’s not every day that he gets to interact with other ‘divine’ beings such as himself, hopes that they could be friends, since he’s gonna be around for a while so may as well make friends who are also going to be around for a while.  

-Likes to tell stories about his time alive. Likes to share about things he’s seen. Basically a really chatty guy once you get him talking. 

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-Even though he likes to tell stories about himself not much is actually truly known about him, well in the groups eyes. Reaper will overshare, but since he’s lived for a really long time it basically means nothing in the grand scheme of things. Especially since someone alive for that long can change so much as a person. (Since not much is known about Reaper this is why there are fewer notes of him, compared to the others.)

How they feel about:

Nightmare/Dream: Two other ‘divine’ beings that have been around for a while. Tries to be their friend since may as well be friends with other immortals. So enjoys his time talking/hanging out with them. Often trying to tell them about his life, he’s pretty sure he gave both of them a crisis making them realize they’re gonna be alive for a really long time. Sure the twins have been about for a good while already, but they’ve never really registered it till talking to Reaper.

Error: Knows Error doesn’t like him, so tries to stay out of Error’s way, Error has tried to attack him before.

Geno: Gets along with him, at first he was annoyed when they first met, since he had to actually find a way to kill Geno, and his annoyance only grew as Geno dodged death time and time again. But over time he became fond of Geno, finding it fun to interact and tease Geno. He doesn’t really want to kill Geno anymore.

Fresh: Doesn’t like him whatsoever. And doesn’t want Geno to run into him either, knowing it would probably hurt Geno to see what’s happened to his brother. The parasite being in the body prevents him from using his death touch to kill the parasite, a few times he’s tried to go after ‘Fresh’ but somehow ‘Fresh’ has always been able to slip away.

The others: No strong feelings about any of them. He does get along with a few of them, but mostly he can just say hes neutral about the rest of them

[legendheroes]

So heeey, this had been my idea since day one, back in 2012. In the AU Ryouma would be like… Erm, this thing. I apologize for making it creepy but… this kind of light/soft body horror is okayish for me.

(also i like masked villains and heroes since i was a kid… or else i’d not have had a wild crush on toku heroes and… AHEM… Medabots’ Phantom Renegade (Henry/Hikaru), which is the insp for Daisuke’s role.)

Ryouma and Psychemon/Astamon, alongside Ren and Airu (+ their mons) were recruited by Bagramon to investigate Quartzmon, but it ended with Quartzmon corrupting Ryouma once they found it. Like i said before in the previous posts about the AU, Quartzmon is a parasite. Not only did he corrupt Pseychemon, but he also managed to take control over Ryouma’s body and then turn him into this… thing.

Quartzmon changes Ryouma’s body and mind, and also in the DigiQuartz/Digital World he gains this very… creepy appearance (don’t worry, it’s a mask and a hood, nothing terrifying i swear)

Also, he refers to himself by "Quartz-kid."

Bagramon does know Ryouma is the host, but he does not know how to catch him, because he kept getting away. Also, the DigiQuartz is his ‘habitat’ so… Bagramon decided to just focus on recruiting people to combat the digimon running amok, and trying to find the mysterious 7th hero who inherited the will and power from the previous heroes from the Legend.

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader (25)

Chapter 25

cross-posted on AO3

masterlist.

Sleep on and dream of love

Because it's the closest you will

Get to love

Poor twisted child

So ugly

Poor twisted child

Oh hug me

One November

Spawned a monster

In the shape of this child.

Crane was an apostate, renegade of any good faith, and a child deserted of love. Love that juxtapositioned with her purity and held her hostage of his swings as she clinged onto him. She clinged on like a pest, a leech, an acute infection that creeped up his body and crawled under his skin, like billions of tiny insects of thousand legs, a disease that travels through his blood, condensing it and its stench of iron poisoning his veins until no part of his body was safe of her curse.

His forehead, damp of sweat, rested on his palm as his body leaned on his desk. It was late at night, and he remained in Arkham, the distant howling of the patients prisoners of his torture was overheard crossing the walls of his office, muffled and quieted down by the thickness of the concrete. The dread he felt living tenant in his heart could lap up the soul of any common person, even a crude and thick Gothamite.

His grandmother had the misfortune of ever having to carry with raising what she only thought to be the spawn of Satan, in the sense that a curse had been put on her for even having to be around him. She ladled on her disdain for him ever since he had gained his very early consciousness, paying no mind to protecting the innocence of his infant self. This cruelty, like a hereditary disease, had naturally latched to his back and become parasitic, likewise Y/N, only that it turned him into a bitter fruit and, once stripped from his timid demeanour, shifted into a cruelly sardonic Maldoror.

"If the Lord truly loved me, I wouldn't have been born" his little abstract but almost audible child voice spoke at the back of his head as he yielded and bent, his knees against the hardness of rice and sharp kernels of maize punishing his skin, and his head down, bowed like a dog to his grandmother. Dog was all he had been for more than a human soul could take, stripped from the untarnished purity of a child into the cruel animal of a man. Puberty was definitive of this state, turning him into a lethargic being, vomiting his evil wherever he could, still shy and reserved of his deviant nature, but forming where a mind had become a womb to evil. Long limbs, thin body where bones protruded traced by the skin, odour of sweat and testosterone, the peeking of a moustache under his nose, and a languid character.

"I'm the result of God's visits to the brothel." His younger self would write in his diary, pages filled with macabre irony, he moulded his hatred that desperately searched for a channel, soon to be found in the shape of fear. Fear induction had installed itself in his dopamine receptors to feed him an instant rush of addictive pleasure, always at the expense of someone's suffering. Naturally this had obvious psychological explanations that could be attributed to his upbringing, he wasn't actually the spawn of Satan, or someone born with evil, once again and said before; hardly anyone is. Jonathan Crane could have been a kind soul, a soft lover who instead of torturing Y/N relentlessly with the object of her desire, which was nothing more than a pinch of his vulnerability and affection, he could provide and comply to the desires of her or any other lover without guarding his heart like the last thing he'd ever give out.

But once again, how much of it had he already given out? It was not too hard to deduce that a portion of his possessiveness towards her stemmed from his sociopathic tendencies, but there were fleeting glimpses of humanity in the way his gaze would often release tension as her own stared into his, or whenever she'd hold his head against her chest, and he could feel the warmth of a living being and the heartbeat of a woman, the idea of a lobotomized follower instead of a lover sounded bafflingly appalling. Although, this feeling wasn't very frequent, and whenever it'd abandon his mind it would be quickly replaced by his fury at the thought of not owning her thoughts and decisions, the more she'd abscent herself from around him, the more he'd crave to rewind to when she wouldn't exercise her natural sadism and he wouldn't torture her with his fluctuating mood.

At some point they had been taciturn lovers, passively passionate and honeymooned by the magical sex that cradled their infatuation. Obviously the effects of it lingered on them both, as she was far from indifferent to him either, yet there was an underlying friction, precursor to conflicts over mundane things like the time, or Bruce Wayne. But in every fight he picked, he continued to test how much she'd be willing to take, wondering how much of it was simple devotion to her brother rather than her own convictions and heart.

She couldn't deny there was an underlying thrill to appealing sexually, and even, why not? romantically to a man with the level of insanity as Crane. His volatile but also coldly calculating personality, off the rails and completely deranged, but also painfully methodical and obsessive. Something in his insanity ignited a strange desire to tame it, although prompted impossible, she liked to feed her deluded idea that someday, just perhaps, his deviations could settle down to be replaced with those now occasional snapshots of a sweet and vulnerable Jonathan Crane into permanency.

Despite it being obviously impossible, every time they'd argue, it was when the hostility would scatter and be replaced by the occasional late-night sex that she'd pray wrapped around his arms that she could leash him and keep him forever. Humanise him, dwindling the hatred in his heart to occupy all the space it could fit. She'd naively hope that whenever they'd embrace each other in unbounded vulnerability, in his mind he'd pray for the same as her; love and domestication of a wild, rampant insanity.

Obviously he did, but not in the same way as her, also his moments of weakness being significantly scarce. Despite the cruelty of the circumstances granting no fair play to either of the two, she'd gotten the upper hand in chances of flourishing as an individual capable of feeling love. Crane's love was twisted and plagued with his ego, she was more human still. Although sometimes she was painfully human, to see her humanity remained incorrupt, even by the volatile evil love of Jonathan Crane, made him wish to tame her own humanity and bottle it to consume her whenever he pleased. A part of him wished she was like him, but most of the times he just loved that she was human even in the indecency, the cruelty or her evil, aroused by her genuine nature and the large gap of difference between his character and her own.

me when i realise crane is incapable of ever truly, conventionally and normally loving y/n 😪

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

Fantasy-ish AU for the Original RE4? Easy 😇 I thought this snippet would take the canon course (with Luis dying), but have you ever tried arguing with the angry manticore? Especially when she's pretty determined to save that one Spaniard "by any means necessary". Btw, did you know that tears of Manticore can cure even fatal wounds? But only when given voluntarily. Otherwise tears will turn into poison. And this thing even has a soundtrack! From another game I love, but still. The first track is the final boss fight from the Double Dragon 2 for NES (it feels right: chasing after an evil sorcerer and kicking his ass). The second one is the first part of the ending (sad one) And the third is that one: "That night an angel descended from the heavens and returned Marian to the Double Dragons alive and well" And just imagine Luis giving that big kitty ear scratches (as soon as Jess learns how to shift into her other form at will) 🤭🥹🥰

This takes place in the Castle (Original RE4, 2005), right at the moment where Saddler impales Luis.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

- Leon, Jess, I've got it! - a familiar voice called after them from the door to that castle hall.

Kennedy and the dark-haired girl in black-and-red jacket turned to the sound, and Jessy almost rushed to hug Luis, but she stopped dead in her track, seeing how smile on Serra's face turned to a look of confusion and then to a grimace of pain.

Bloodstains painted his white shirt red, and then the shirt was pierced to reveal a Plaga tentacle emerging from his chest.

Luis's grip weakened and he dropped the Master Plaga sample just for it to be immediately caught by Saddler. Surprisingly enough, the Spaniard was still clutching the pills to slow down the development of the parasites that were growing in his new friends' bodies. He didn't let go of that small bottle even when Saddler rose the tendril that impaled Luis higher, leaving him hanging there like a pinned butterfly.

That bigoted lord was saying something, most likely mocking them and his renegade researcher, Leon was shouting back at him angrily, and Jessy couldn't hear them over the haze that enveloped her mind, too dumbfounded by the suddenness of what has just happened.

Then through that haze came an almost inhuman shriek, and Jessy slowly realized that it's her who is screaming. She felt a blazingly hot surge of pain searing through her body, and another one, and then her world shattered into pieces...

Only to be rearranged anew.

Leon flinched involuntarily when a dark winged shadow swooped past him with a low growl. The shadow turned out to be a strange big winged cat with a scorpion tail, and she charged at Saddler, turning his mockery into outraged yelp.

The Plaga tentacle was bitten in two, making Luis fall to the stone floor with a pained cry.

Kennedy rushed to the side of his fallen friend, trying to cover the nasty wound on his chest and frantically looking around for his another companion. His brain plainly refused to acknowledge the fact of the appearance of the mythical manticore - yup, that very black winged cat with a scorpion tail.

Saddler regained his composure just enough to forcibly fling the black body to the side and used that chance to beat a hasty retreat. He was not prepared for the real fight at the moment, but the cat couldn't care less and charged after the enemy with loud intimidating howls. She was trying to get at him with her claws or her tail, that turned out to be a poisonous sting.

In the depth of the part of her consciousness that remained human, she knew that her poison would do some damage even for such Plaga-Human hybrid. Yet her wounded soul demanded to do more, to make that sorry excuse for a human feel more of the pain she was in - and make him feel it right now. In the heat of the chase she even missed a few strikes from another chitinous tendril as that lord still tried defending himself.

When Saddler finally made it to the secret passage he used to gain advantage of Luis, he blocked the entrance, slamming the door almost in the face of the mythical creature. And all the manticore was left with was to express her opinion on him vocally and by imitating the way domestic cats usually cover their waste. Then she hurried back, limping a bit, to where her hearts, human and cat's alike, demanded her to be.

Luis was still lying where he fell, unmoving and all color drained from his features. The shifter-cat plopped down next to his body, resting her muzzle on his chest. She ignored the obviously stunned blond sitting right there. He was of no real interest to her, neither gastronomical, nor emotional. All that mattered was her dark-haired man...

And the mythical cat tried to wake him up, starting with a gentle head-to-chin bump, proceeding with a face wash and a light touch of her paw on his cheek. She even tried to nibble on Serra's fingers that were limply rested over the open wound on his chest. All to no effect, and the manticore yowled in despair, all the fight suddenly gone from her as she leaned on the still unmoving body, crying. Large tears were falling one by one and soaking the remnants of the bloodstained shirt.

An unsure yet gentle touch on her back didn't register with her mind at first - but deep down she knew that it was a sign of sympathy from that blond guy. His confident and kind "Name's Leon" emerged from her human memory and that broke the spell. Another surge of pain shot through the cat's body and the next moment she was back in her human form as a dark-haired girl in slightly torn clothes, desperately clinging to the Luis's vest and crying her heart out.

(initial idea was to leave the story hanging here, but, as I've said it already, arguing with the angry manticore is not a smart decision)

Leon was considerate enough to excuse himself, saying that he has got to get Ashley and that they would absolutely come back for Jessica on their way out. The brunette was grateful for that as she felt uncomfortable crying in front of other people since she was twelve. And right now she simply couldn't hold those tears back...

Exhaustion soon won her over and now Jessy felt as if she didn't have strength left even for a single sob. She was just lying there, shaken and frantically trying to put her world back together.

Then a hand was softly laid on her back and there came a hoarse whisper:

- What's the salty rain about, cariño?

The girl stiffened, not really trusting her senses, and she had to make an effort to look up at the slightly smiling Spaniard. Then her gaze lowered to the place where there had to be a fatal wound. Now there were only a few bloodstains and a fresh scar. Jessica stared in disbelief for some seconds and then hugged the man impulsively, with her eyes squeezed shut and with her ear on his chest - listening closely to his steady heartbeat.

- You are alive, - she breathed out almost inaudibly, as if she was afraid that her voice would shatter this frail miracle and threw her back to the world where Luis was no more.

- I am, - the Spaniard nodded in agreement and propped himself on one elbow, carefully holding the girl still clinging to him. - Even if I can't quite understand just how exactly yet.

- I don't get it either, but I don't really care, - her hazel eyes, reddened and puffy from all the crying, suddenly flashed with a mix of certainty and relief. - As long as you stay this way.

Luis cautiously tried to get up, and was surprised by the absence of any pain and how his body obeyed him perfectly - it was not usual, especially for someone who remembered how he was dying, for real.

He helped his señorita turista to her feet and gently tugged her towards the nearest castle couch in sight, saying that sitting and lying on the cold stone floor is definitely not a healthy way to pass time. Jessy only smiled at such solicitude.

She didn't forget to take some wet wipes from her backpack on their way and used some to clean the remaining blood off Serra's chest. The girl also used a few to freshen up and eliminate the traces of her sorrow, at least partially. Then Luis took the wipes from her and helped the brunette to get rid of some bloodstains on her face that she missed.

His touch was gentle and caring and it was only natural that this care quickly escalated into hot and passionate kissing.

And that was what Leon and Ashley saw when they returned to the hall to get Jessy.

Ashley gasped in shock as Leon has already told her about the Saddler's successful attack, and the couple broke the kiss, trying to catch their breath and smiling at each other.

- Relax, amigos, - Serra grinned at the other duo, still holding his señorita in a hug, with no signs of intention to let her go. - Rumors of my death had been mildly exaggerated.