#alt!jonah post

[nyandela-catalogue]

do you love mePIZZA I MEAN do you love pizza

😳

I do enjoy pizza, yes. And I enjoy your company as well =}

And if you were going to ask if I like men, yes. Yes I do

-Alt!Jonah⚠️

[theallegedbird]

i think i’m actually incapable of making serious tma art

[realjonahofficial]

[mushroompoisoning]

A vast collection of Mandela Catalogue doodles that I have not posted until now:

^ Aggressive grip doodle collection ft. hoodie guys 1 and 2

^ tiny cesar collection

^ Friend collection

^ gabriel moment

^ Miscellaneous

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Alternate AU: Winter Break 1998

Adam and Jonah take a job in Mandela County, one taking place in the abandoned Heathcliff residence.

TW: character death, blood, gore, body horror

Notes: Hey. Second fic. Pretty neat. Really appreciate the response to the last one by the way (even if it was a while ago.) this is a bit over 5000 words, so a little shorter than the last one, but still a little long. Hope you like it :)

February 14th, 1998.

Snow cloaked the ground on the sides of the road, burying the grass and dead leaves as snowflakes fell to the ground slowly from the cloudy sky. ��Standing alone next to a forest was one simple sign, reading “WELCOME TO MANDELA COUNTY” in bold, green letters. Snow stuck to the metal, making its message hard to read, though it didn’t go unnoticed. The sound of tires rolling on the pavement grew louder as a grey car sped past it, heading into Mandela County while also disobeying the speed limit.

“Ugh…finally.” A man groaned when he saw the sign before taking another drink from the can in his hand. His silver hair was swept to the left side, with its black roots being visible. A white sweatshirt cloaked his torso, itself being partially covered by a black leather jacket. He was leaned back in his seat, staring forward at the road before him. “Why don’t we get the easy jobs? I mean, we have to drive all the way to fuckin’ Mandela County, and for what?”

“Dude, it’s just an hour and a half drive bro.” The driver spoke up. He was dressed in a raven black hoodie, which had yellow lettering on his chest that read “BPS”. His curly, caramel colored hair was messy, poking out from underneath his hood. His hands gripped the steering wheel, being covered by black fingerless gloves. He glanced over at his friend with a slight sneer. “Don’t tell me you’re scared already, Jonah.”

“What? Bro, no.” Jonah claimed, scoffing slightly. “I’m just saying that the others always get the in-town jobs, and we have to bust our asses just to get some money.”

“Yeah, because they’re the ‘leaders’ and get to choose what jobs they do.” The driver stated.

“Yeah, and it’s just kinda dumb.” Jonah said. “I mean, Adam, how much to you want to bet that Seth would’ve flipped on us taking a job without him knowing?”

“Oh, I don’t have to bet anything,” Adam replied. “I know he would’ve just been like, ‘why didn’t you tell me this’ or ‘why are you doing that’; I mean, it’s fucking ridiculous. He’s a total nutcase, dude.”

“Though…do you think we should’ve at least told Sarah where we were going?” Jonah asked.

“And have her snitch on us?” Adam chuckled slightly. “Hell no.”

“Alright.” Jonah said, taking another sip from his energy drink. “…Hey…what even was the job again?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Like, I know it’s about some like…ghostly apparition at some abandoned house, but what did the person want?” Jonah asked.

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that we’re getting 15 hundred bucks just to housesit for a night.” Adam said with a smile. “I mean…we’re fucking set for a while, dude.”

“But don’t you think it’s kinda weird that they…didn’t tell us what they wanted us to do about this…ghost?” Jonah questioned.

“Does it matter?”

“…Kind of, yeah, considering we’re driving all the way out there.” Jonah said. “I mean, what if it’s…like…an alternate or something?”

“Yeah! What if it is?” Adam echoed, excitement bubbling up inside him. “Seth would flip his fucking shit if he thought we were on an alternate hunt, but come on dude, this is our chance!”

“Did…you take this job just to get back at him?” Jonah asked.

“Do you really think I’m that petty?”

“I’m not saying that—”

“Kind of, yeah. The guy needs a fucking wake up call, to know that he can’t keep bossing us around.” Adam stated. “But just…the chance to see an alternate do its thing…almost no one has been able to do that.”

“Yeah, because they all die, Adam.” Jonah said, leaning forward slightly as he stared at Adam, his eyes showing more uncertainty than before. “If this is some alternate shit, I don’t want to be a part of it.”

“Come on, we’re not even there yet.” Adam said. “Besides, it’ll only be for one night. You can survive one night, can you?”

“I fucking hope so.”

 When they finally made it into town, the noticed the lack of activity. Streets were oddly empty, though the two chalked it up to it being a cold winter evening. Christmas decorations were already up in the windows of the locals, along with the occasional lawn ornament. The festive décor and feel didn’t stop the strange feeling of dread from swelling in Jonah’s chest. Adam appeared unaffected by the eerie mood that Mandela gave, so Jonah decided to try and be unaffected by it too, despite it just getting worse the closer they got to their destination.

They drove down a street, passing by increasingly empty looking houses, with the Christmas lights becoming sparse. Soon they passed by a small line of leafless trees, finally being face to face with the house they heard about over the phone. It was a dull grey color, with most of the paint peeling away underneath the blanket of snow concealing it. Its windows were blackened, and its driveway barren. It was only two stories tall, but the feeling it gave Jonah made it almost feel like a skyscraper. Adam pulled the car into the driveway, leaving fresh tracks in the nearly foot deep snow.

“Alright...we’re here.” Adam said, unbuckling his seat belt.

“Wait,” Jonah lightly grabbed onto Adam’s arm before he opened his car door. “I…I don’t know about this place, man.”

“What are you talking about, it’s fine—”

“It just…feels off.” Jonah stated. “Don’t you feel it?”

“…No.” Adam said, almost sounding like it was a dumb question. “It’s literally just an empty house, bro.”

“Yeah, but a freaky empty house.” Jonah said, making Adam shake his head with a scoff.

“Alright, fine. I’ll go in.” Adam said. “You can stay out here and twiddle your thumbs while I actually do the important shit.”

Adam opened his door before stepping it out, slamming it shut behind him as he walked in front of the car and towards the front door of the house.

“…You don’t have to be shitty about it.” Jonah muttered as he leaned back in his seat.

Adam stared at the door, his hands in his hoodie pockets before he grabbed onto the door handle. To his surprise, the door was unlocked, as if the owner didn’t even care about home intruders. Either way, Adam was just happy that he didn’t have to bother with lock picking. Jonah watched as Adam glanced back towards him, a wide smirk on his face before he closed the door and disappeared into the house. Jonah slid further down his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t sure why, but he was feeling dread creeping into his mind. Adam better not drag his feet; Jonah was starting to have the inkling that the one and a half thousand dollars wasn’t worth it.

Adam’s flashlight shone across the dark living room, hitting the dusty furniture and the walls, which had cracked picture frames hanging on them. A couple of them depicted two teenagers hanging out, and in one they were wearing Halloween costumes. “Hmm. Hey, Jonah?” Adam spoke into his radio.

“Yeah?”

“There are these photos, of like...two boys.” Adam said, sliding his bag off his shoulder before taking a camera out of it. “They look like they were friends or something.”

“…Okay…?” Jonah responded. “Anything else?”

“I dunno…though they’re all…cracked.” Adam pointed his camera towards the pictures on the wall, snapping a photo with a bright flash. “Wonder what that’s all about…and who these people are.”

“I think you’re looking too far into things.” Jonah said. “I mean, who doesn’t have family photos in their house? Aside from us, of course...”

Adam wandered around the house, seeing the state of disarray it was in after nearly a decade of stasis. He walked past the couch and the small table beside it, which had a rotary phone resting on top, covered in cobwebs. Adam stared at the phone for a little while before his hand grabbed onto the phone, pulling it off of its hook as the webs came apart from the table. Adam shook his head slightly before putting the phone back down, wiping the grime on his hand off onto his jeans.

He turned around, seeing a stairway in the dark corner of the room, leading to the second story. The closer he got to it, the colder it seemed, even colder than the frigid living room. “Going upstairs.” Adam spoke into the radio.

“Oh…alright, just…be careful.” Jonah warned.

“Yeah yeah…” Adam muttered to himself as soon as he put his radio back onto his belt. He walked up the steps, finding himself in a small hallway, devoid of light until his flashlight hit the door at the end of it. He stopped and looked around at the walls, noticing that they were completely barren. The light bulb on the roof was shattered, as if it just exploded at some point. Adam stepped over the creaking floorboards before reaching for the door knob. As soon as he grabbed it, he pulled it back in shock; it was as cold as ice, as if he just put his fingers in the snow. He then breathed in deeply before gripping it again and turning it, though the door appeared to be locked shut.

“Hey Jonah, there’s a locked door here.” Adam said.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“It’s the only one in here.” Adam stated. “You brought the lock picks, right?”

“Uh…I think so, yeah.” Jonah recalled.

“Alright. I’ll be out in a sec.” Adam put his radio away, turning before walking down the dark hall. As he approached the stairway, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as if someone was standing right behind him. He swung around, shining his flashlight into the darkness, seeing nothing but the dust particles floating in the stagnant air. He stared down the hallway for a few moments before leaving down the stairs, a bit quicker than he did before.

 “So uh…what was it exactly?” Jonah asked, back pressed against the side of the car as Adam rummaged through the cluttered trunk.

“I don’t know…it was like…” Adam paused. “You ever shut the lights off in the basement and run up the stairs because you have this…feeling that something is chasing you? It was like that.”

“…Huh…” Jonah scratched the back of his neck. “And the door?”

“I don’t know, but I need to get through.” Adam said. “Something’s gotta be behind it, you know?”

“Adam, I really don’t think we should—”

“You said you brought the lock picks.” Adam interrupted, standing up straight as he stared into the trunk.

“I did.”

“Well, look.” Adam gestured towards the many boxes in the car. “You see them?”

Jonah took one brief glance into the junk. “…uh…no?”

“Fuck, Jonah…” Adam groaned. “God damn it…”

“I’m sorry; I thought they were already in there!” Jonah claimed.

“Did you even look before we left?”

“Look, they’re not there, okay?” Jonah said as Adam sighed deeply. “Does that mean we can leave now? The suns almost set, it’s getting really fucking cold; we should head back before the others start getting suspicious.”

“Jonah, I know you’re scared, but I really feel like something deeper is going on around here.” Adam said. “I mean…this house; some shit is going on here, I can feel it.”

“I know, that’s the problem—”

Jonah and Adam’s attention were drug to the house when the sound of screams erupted from inside. Jonah jumped back slightly, hearing the sound of what sounded like an entire choir of horrid screeches, though Adam seemed to be unfazed. If anything, a smile was forming on his face.

“Oh, fuck this.” Jonah rushed to the passenger side door, reaching for the handle before Adam grabbed his arm.

“Wha—Jonah, come on, we can’t leave now!” Adam said.

“Dude, we need to get out of here,” Jonah responded. “I mean, did you hear that shit?!”

“Yeah!” Adam said with a half chuckle. “Things are starting to get interesting; I’m not leaving until I see what’s going on.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Jonah questioned. “You’re not fucking invincible, dude—”

“Who knows, maybe I am crazy,” Adam responded. “But at least I’m doing the job we’re being paid to do.”

“Adam, please—”

“I’ve already made up my mind.” Adam stated. “You can be a pussy all you want, but I’m going back in.”

 Jonah felt the air get colder as he stared at the house, waiting for Adam to talk to him on the radio. The sun had disappeared below the horizon, making the sky appear to be a dark void above his head. His face stung from the cold as he pressed his crossed arms into his chest. It was oddly quiet, as if the town was completely dead. When Adam eventually did call through the radio, it nearly startled him.

“Jonah, you there?”

Jonah fumbled with his radio as he brought it up to his mouth. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, I’m here, what’s up?”

“I’m in the kitchen right now…and the fridge is still…stocked.” Adam glanced at the closed fridge from afar. “Everything’s rotten…but no one even bothered to throw everything away, like this place was abandoned in a hurry.”

“Adam, I really don’t like this.” Jonah said.

“Can you stop complaining for more than five seconds?” Adam said. “I finally get the chance to go on a job alone, and you’re barking at me the entire time.”

“You get a chance to—Adam, we’re supposed to be working together!” Jonah said.

“Yeah, and you’re doing a piss-poor job of holding your end of it.”

“Look, can we…please just leave?” Jonah begged. “Like…let’s get a fucking pizza and go home, I’m getting hungry and cold out here.”

“Ugh…you know what? Fine.” Adam said. Before Jonah could feel the overwhelming relief from hearing that sentence, Adam continued. “But I need to get into the room upstairs. Something about it…it feels like it’s calling me.”

“Calling you?! And you don’t see anything weird about that?” Jonah nearly shouted.

“Jonah, I’m trying to compromise; I’m going to try and unlock the door, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll leave, and if I can get in, we’ll get out of here the second I’m out.” Adam sighed. “…You happy with that?”

“…Fine.”

“Good.” Adam put his radio away, rolling his eyes as he approached the stairway once again.  He slowly crept up the steps, the chilly air hitting his face as he found himself in the upstairs hallway. He stared at the bedroom door, his light hitting the chipped paint and strange dark-colored splotches that stained the wood. He took in a deep breath before grabbing onto the frigid handle. To his surprise, it turned, and the door creaked open ever so slightly.

“Huh…what do you know…?” Adam muttered as he pushed the door open further. He saw the window adjacent to the door first, and the faint light bleeding into the room from it. He walked inside, seeing the nightstand resting next to the wall to his left. A shattered television was resting on it, and pieces of garbage and old, mildew-ridden clothes surrounded the base of the wooden drawers. Just by looking at it, it was clear that whoever lived in there didn’t care about cleaning much. However, after Adam got used to the smell of mold and mildew, something else stung his nose. He turned towards the rest of the room behind him, and his excited smile was ripped away from his face.

The white sheets on the bed was stained with dark crimson, dried and coagulated from years of festering. “What the f…” Adam shone his light towards the closet door in front of the foot of the bed, seeing a large splatter of the same red substance, along with a small hole in the wood. Bullet casings littered the floor next to the bed, and only one rested in the large splotch of blood that stained the bed.

“W-What…w…what the fuck, what the fuck.” Adam hurriedly pulled his radio up. “Jonah, are you there?”

“Yeah, is something wrong?” Jonah questioned, noticing how shaky Adam’s voice was.

“I-I…I think…this is a crime scene, dude.” Adam stated, his eyes fixed on the blood stains. “There’s…there’s blood…everywhere.”

Jonah shook his head, muttering something to himself before yelling into the radio. “Adam, that’s fucking it; get the fuck out of there!” Jonah pleaded.

“No, I…I can’t…” Adam muttered, “Not yet.”

“What the hell do you mean?!” Jonah yelled.

“I’ve finally found something, I just need to—”

“Listen, if you don’t get out of there now, I’m leaving without you.” Jonah stated. “And I…I don’t want to do that, but please, just think about it for a second!”

Adam barely heard the message, as the signal abruptly became very weak. He wasn’t paying attention anyway, as he saw a glimpse of something under the bed. He crouched down slowly, his hand reaching for the object before he drug it out from under the bed. He stared at it for a moment, feeling for the first time in a while a sense of overwhelming dread. It was a pistol; its barrel stained with blood along with the rest of everything in the room.

Adam dropped the gun before turning to leave, only to freeze in place when he saw a figure in the doorway. Adam’s wide eyes stared at the figure as his flashlight flickered, making it hard to see whoever, or whatever, was there. Adam could barely make out that the figure was wearing a blood-stained pale grey sweatshirt, along with pink sweatpants. His face was nearly completely enveloped in darkness; a void behind a cracked face like porcelain. A gold cross hung from his necklace, hovering in front of his chest weightlessly. He seemed to be slightly shorter than Adam, though the fact that he was hovering above the ground made it appear otherwise.

Adam was silent, pondering whether he wanted to ask it a question or run away. There was nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide, and as the flashlight shut off, Adam realized that his decision wouldn’t have mattered. The figure in front of him already made the decision for him.

“Adam, can you hear me?!” Jonah yelled into his radio. When static was the only response, he groaned before pacing back in forth next to the car. “Adam, I swear to God, please—”

The sound of shattering glass nearly startled the skin off of Jonah’s bones, coming from directly behind him. He swung around just in time to see Adam falling from the second story window, as if he was thrown out. His screams were haunting, and Jonah swore that time slowed down as he careened towards the frosty ground. Jonah knew that with practice and skill, one could live a drop from the second story without injury, though he knew it wouldn’t be the case with Adam. Adam was falling head first.

The screams were cut off by a loud snap, echoing throughout the night as Adam slammed against the ground. Jonah instinctually looked away, hearing the sound of faint gurgling and cracking before slowly turning back to see what had happened. “Adam…?” Jonah whimpered, seeing Adam’s body on the ground, twitching. His neck was bent completely to the side, and one of the arms he used to try and protect his head was snapped in twain. Blood spat out of his mouth, and his wide, terror-filled eyes stared straight ahead, almost looking directly at Jonah.

“…A…ADAM!” Jonah cried out in horror, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stumbled backwards, his back hitting the side of the vehicle. “Adam…oh god, what the FUCK!” Jonah scrambled towards the driver’s side door, swinging it open before jumping inside. He whimpered to himself as he started the car, backing out of the driveway before speeding down the road.

As Jonah fled, the broken figure floated in front of the window, which was shattered from Adam careening through it. He watched as the cars taillights disappeared down the street, his one eye fixed on it as it drove away. His hands curled up into fists, shaking as he felt his own rage build up inside of his hollow body. “…You…COWARD!” He shouted, his voice accompanied by a city’s worth of screams, echoing throughout the night.

 Jonah whimpered to himself, hyperventilating as he sped down the dark road, with what little visibility he had being dampened by the falling snow. He couldn’t stop crying as much as he tried, sobbing as he frantically tried to figure out what he should, or even could do. He was barely processing all that had happened; it all went wrong at once, giving Jonah no time to react. As he drove out of town and down the empty highway, he shook his head, slowing the car down before pulling over to the side of the road.

He glanced up at the sign on the side of the road, which rested near a small forest on the right. “Thank you for visiting Mandela Cty, WI. Come again!” was written in faded text, as if it had been there for a while. Jonah shakily grabbed the door handle, stumbling out onto the slick street as he stared at the relatively small, snow cloaked wheat field on the other side. He crouched down, staring at the ground with his hands gripping his head as the cold air stung his nose.

He had no idea what to fucking do. He had no clue what he could do. The BPS HQ was still miles away, and with no reception, he couldn’t contact the others. What would he say when he got there? Oh God, what could he even say to them? Would he tell them that they went on an investigation by themselves, not even bothering to tell anyone? Would he tell them that Adam was dead because of their own negligence? How would they react? Jonah’s mind was swimming in circles, unable to think of a single coherent thought. He didn’t know what to do. Adam was dead, and Jonah felt deep in his bones that it was partially his fault. He left him there, not even bothering to help him.

He sighed shakily and deeply before he stood up, running his fingers through his hair as he gathered his thoughts. He glanced behind him at the car he was leaning against before reaching for the handle. He pulled on it, but it didn’t open the door; it didn’t even move an inch. He pulled against it with all his might, but it remained still. “What…what the hell—” He was interrupted when he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned from the car back onto the road, freezing in place when he saw a figure around twenty feet away. He was glaring back at Jonah, his gaze feeling as though it could puncture Jonah’s soul.

“…Shit…shit, SHIT—” Jonah ran towards the wheat field, the figure simply gliding over the ground after him. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Jonah pleaded, glancing back as tears streamed down his face. To his surprise, the alternate was no longer there, as if he had disappeared. Jonah slowed down for a moment in the middle of the field, his feet buried in the deep snow. He frantically looked around, wondering if his prayer had actually been answered. However, when he felt a presence directly behind him, he figured out that his pleading fell upon deaf ears.

“You…coward.” The alternate growled as Jonah hesitantly turned to face him.

“P-Please…I didn’t do anything…” Jonah cried, wondering when the figure was going to kill him.

“You left him behind…” The alternate droned. “He’s DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!” Jonah covered his ears as a cacophony of voices screamed at him.

“Let me go…please…” Jonah begged.

The figure leaned away for a moment, raising his cold, blackened hand towards Jonah. Jonah was sobbing, staring up at the weightless man in front of him, expecting him to end his life right then and there. Instead of that however, the figure remained completely still. Jonah realized he was scratching his own neck as he prepared for death, and soon he felt his skin become increasingly itchy, like he was covered in bug bites. He scratched harder at one place near the front of his neck, with it becoming increasingly red and irritated. His chest and forearms began to follow suit, as they started to feel inflamed and uncomfortable.

“Wh…what…?” Jonah muttered to himself, pulling his hand away just long enough to notice his fingernails were beginning to be stained red. His neck and arms were scratched raw, bleeding down the thin claw marks left from Jonah’s feeble attempt to relieve the discomfort. It didn’t seem like the scratching was helping at all, as parts of his skin were only becoming increasingly dry and irritated. “What the fuck—?”

A sharp pain suddenly hit his face, causing him to stumble back and groan slightly. He lightly touched his cheeks, with them stinging at the slightest touch. It felt as though his skin was being sliced open with a newly sharpened scalpel, and as Jonah looked at the blood slowly running down his arms and collar bones, he realized that it wasn’t just his face that was being cut. “What the fuck, what the FUCK!” Jonah rolled up his sleeves, staring at the two thin, parallel lines cut deep right next to his elbow, wrapping around his arm and up his bicep. He touched his neck, feeling two similar lines running up both sides of his face, all the way up to his eyelids. Blood was beginning to stain his white sweatshirt and drip onto the snow below as Jonah stumbled backwards, unable to understand what was happening to him all while the figure in front of him gave him a cold, unfeeling glare.

As if it was pure impulse, Jonah couldn’t stop scraping himself with his nails, despite the increasing stinging pain he felt rushing all over his body. His mind was racing, his memories becoming increasingly foggy as he began to yell and cry out from the pain. As he scratched at one of his arms, he suddenly felt a strong searing pain, feeling his finger drag something away from his arm. He looked down at what he was doing before he felt his heart sink to his feet. His fingers had stripped away the skin all together, revealing the muscles underneath.

Jonah had run out of words, and all he could do was scream as loud as his vocal cords would allow into the night air, ripping his hand away from the rapidly bleeding wound. However, the flesh just simply tore off by itself, and soon he could see the bones in his arm. He stared at it in pure horror before feeling a similar searing pain in his other arm. The muscle and skin was falling off of him, and soon the searing pain spread across his body as strips of skin peeled off like bandages. His cheeks were stripped away, revealing his jaw and teeth along with the underside of his eyes. He didn’t see what else was being torn off of him, as he felt his eyes roll up into his head and his face slam against the cold snow below him as he lost consciousness.

 Jonah figured that was it. He accepted that he was a dead man; killed in a horrifying way that would make medieval torturers shed a tear. However, when he felt the cold snow pressing against his body as he regained consciousness, he realized that he wasn’t as lucky as he thought.

His eyes flipped open, taking a little while to adjust to the darkness around him, only broken by his car’s headlights next to the road. His entire body was in unbearable agony, and blood was seeping into his clothes and into the ground below him. He stared at his arm, which was resting right beside his head, seeing that it was nothing but bone, held together by thin strips of flesh. The bone however appeared to be a pure black color, like a silhouette. Jonah’s face felt like it was burning, and his body felt as though he was barely put together. The figure appeared to be gone, so despite the sheer agony he was in, Jonah had to make it to the car before it came back.

He shakily pushed himself up with his arms, but couldn’t rise to his feet. He tried to get up, but his legs didn’t budge. He slowly turned himself around to lie on his back, feeling his exposed spine come in contact with the cold. He sat up slightly, trying to move his legs, but not even a twitch came from them. He couldn’t feel them anymore, as if they didn’t even exist. He was paralyzed from the waist down, no longer able to walk. He fought the urge to scream in both pain and mental anguish, not wanting to let the alternate know he was still alive.

He cried, feeling his tears hit the exposed muscles underneath his eyes, but he no longer cared. He laid on his stomach, beginning to drag himself towards the road with his skeletal arms, every single movement making his body cry out more. As he slowly drug himself to safety, he noticed something hanging off of his wrist. A few thin strings were tied around his wrists, running slack on the ground before going straight up. No matter how high he looked, they only seemed to go forever, disappearing into the darkness above. Jonah nevertheless pressed on, crawling closer and closer towards the light.

He continued to move the best he could before he felt a small tug on his left wrist. He glanced towards it, noticing that the string was slowly becoming taut, raising up into the air. The same was happening with the right arm as well, with Jonah slowly feeling panic bubble up inside of him. When he felt a small tug on his neck, he realized that not only were his wrists tied, but his neck also had strings around it. He saw as the strings began to pull at his arms, raising them into the air.

“No…no…no no NO NO!” Jonah resisted against the force trying to pull him up, but whatever was on the other side of the strings was stronger than he could ever be. He felt the strings around his neck tighten, and soon, he felt himself be taken off of the ground, his paralyzed legs dangling below him. He felt as though he had a noose around his neck, and the strings around his wrists dug into them like barbed wire. He could no longer move, as his arms were forced to be stretched out to the side, like a living marionette. He kept rising into the sky before stopping, and when he looked back up, he saw the figure, his cold stare still fixed on Jonah’s feeble form.

“W-Why…? Why won’t you just…just fucking kill me…?” Jonah croaked, unable to raise his voice.

The figure stared at him silently for a moment, before his inhuman voice began to speak once again. “I can’t kill you yet.” He stated. “I have a job for you.”

[henriiiii-1001old]

OOOH if youre up to it, i'd love to hear the reasonings for the different halos and wings in the dream au!! (why mark has just the one while cesar has two, why some people's wings are bigger/smaller etc!) it sounds super interesting :D

OOOOOO OKOKOK i can answr a few of these :DDDDD

so i'll start w ruth. she has three halos bc i wanted her to resemble 333 and her guardian angel stuff. as for her wings, i gave her yellow bc thats just the color i gave her (i make yellow characters suffer so much though i am so sorry to ruth DFVGBHNJ), as for her size i am just a pretty ruth advocate and beeg wings just make her look pretty <33333

for mark and cesar: mark has a halo going around his head bc i thought it would be a cool contrast to everyone else's halos! i gave him blue wings bc everyone gives him the blue color so i sacrificed my pride and gave him blue </3. as for cesar, he gets two halos bc one symbolizes his fanon death, which is him somehow either slitting his throat or stabbing it. his wings are red bc he is just so red <3333

for thatcher: he has lil tiny baby wings bc i said so. i genuinely cannot remember why i gave him tiny ass wings but here we are DCFVGBHNJ. for his halo tho i just thought itd be a cool contrast as well!!!!

for lynn and jude: their halos are intertwined to serve as irony that their marriage here is the opposite of how it was in the real world. they are cyan and indigo bc thats just the colors i have them lmao

for adam and jonah: adam's stuff is all for alternate symbolism and stuff. like him having horns, a tail, and having his wings fade to black? yeah thats just him being an alt LMAOOO. as for jonah, he doesnt have wings or a halo bc thatcher hasnt actually met him yet.

for sarah, she is represented as more of a growing angel. her barely formed halo and wings are representative of her still needing to grow up as well as more symbolism for thatcher having not met her yet.

i havent thought abt dave much but he does get a halo and wings of his own. he is very lime green colored and probably has two halos, both going over his eyes to symbolize his death. he is only seen when thatcher goes back into that world through a dream he has before waking up in catalyst.

ALSO EVELIN IS GONNA BE IN THIS TOO!!!! shes gonna be w adam and its also gonna be irony in how their relationship turned out. idk what her design is gonna be yet tho so gimme time to think abt her.

alt thatcher also only appears in the pre-catalyst dream, but he has MUCH bigger wings than anyone else to act as symbolism for him being a "better version" of thatcher. a bright glorious halo surrounds his head as well to further the symbolism.

[iinryer]

i made a post about s7 and s4 parallels… so obviously we have to do a s8 and s5 spreadsheet too :)

i’ll update this post as i update my list!

[ID under the cut for easier legibility than alt]

DISCLAIMER: this is for FUN. please don’t take this as anything other than me goofing around <3

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[a three column spreadsheet with the labels "PLOT POINT", "SEASON 5", and "SEASON 8"]

An opening emergency that has Athena confronting something traumatic from her past and dealing with someone she arrested years ago, culminating in gunshots in a parking garage (?) with Bobby there (an antagonist gets their dick obliterated somewhere in this plot)

- S5: Jeffrey Hudson

- S8: Dennis Jenkins

Creatures are loose in LA where they are not supposed to be, and causing havoc

- S5: Zoo animals

- S8: Bees

Buck, Eddie, & Chris scene in the Diaz house where someone with the initials TK (that Buck met in relation to a helicopter, who kissed Buck in his kitchen after Eddie got hurt and then had to leave) who Buck is now dating is a guest. Eddie is having a bad time

- S5: Eddie cooks dinner, Taylor is a guest

- S8: Eddie throws a Zoom birthday party, Tommy is a guest

Hen and Eddie treat a cheerleader who gets hurt in an episode 4 with the word "home" in the title

- S5: 504 Home and Away

- S8: 804 No Place Like Home

The 118 team is fractured due to core team members leaving

- S5: Chim leaves, Eddie leaves, the 118 feels off

- Bobby is still out, the 118 under Gerrard feels wrong

A family member of the 118 has left the state to heal

- S5: Maddie runs to Boston

- S8: Chris is still in El Paso

Antagonist on the 118

- S5: Jonah

- S8: Gerrard

Characters from air control make an appearance due to a plane-related system failure

- S5: Blackout opening emergency causes air control to lose contact with a plane. 118 called in for panic/heart attacks

- S8: Plane collision opening emergency has air control on call helping Athena and Jem land the plane

People helping each other in the opening emergency with assistance from dispatch

- S5: Neighborhood getting power to the ventilator

- S8: Passengers on the flight keeping each other alive

The cause of the opening emergency disappears and isn't addressed or followed up on

- S5: The hacker group goes dark and is never identified

- S8: The bees? fly away?

Eddie connects with a father he meets because of a call, goes beyond the job description to try to help him do something good for his son

- S5: Mitchell and his son

- S8: The cheerleader and his dad

[fl4ky-sc3nek1d]

My tmc LGBT+ headcanons (remake I think is 4.0 or 5.0)

(Repost,because it was not good idea posting in 23:00)

Mark heathcliff:abigender,non-binary,trans woman,transfem,boygirl,cis-trans,enbxrl,catgender,pupgender,plushycomfic,transfem boy,panromantic,aroace,asexual and grayromantic

cesar torres:genderfaun,transmasc,xenoboy,wolfgender,rosegender,bisexual and nebula aroace

adam murray:trans man,transmasc,non-binary,snakegender,catgender,emocatgender,applegender and pansexual

jonah marshall:non-binary,azurenby,xenboy,xenogender,xenohoarder,genderfunny,PLURgender,sparklefurgender,cringeXDcoric,autisceneic,auticringic,arcadegender,weirdkidgender,2010scringic,pupgender,passiongender,ratgender,arcaderatgender,speedcoric,2000scringefurrygender,kandigender,bi gay,aromantic,demisexual and ambiamorous

Sarah heathcliff:demigirl,genderfae,xenogirl,horrorgender,GNC,futch,omni lesbian and queer

evelin miller:abigender,transmasc,demi-aroace and bisexual

thatcher davis:bigender,trans man and gay

ruth weaver:pangender,non-binary and abrosexual

Dave lee:trans man and bisexual

alt gabriel:agenderflux,libramasculine and aroace

intruder:transgender,enboy,paraboy,non-binary man,cryptix,analogender,staticgender,lostmedian,glitchgender,kenochoric,TVgender,liminalcoric,VHSgender,uranic,demiromantic and aceflux

preacher:demigirl,nixera,pomosexual and quoiromantic

N:neuman,transneutral and unlabeled

stanley:trans male,transneumasc,non-binary,VHSgender,cryptix,staticgender,glitchgender,alternategender,opossum omni and nebula aroace

faceless alternate:demifluix,alternategender,panflux and asexual

unnamed "female" alternate:girlflux,cupiosensual and ace spec

Jonny:bigender,boygirl,nonbinaryflux,catgender,auticatgender and aroace

toonbriel:transmasc,furrygender,angelgender,caelestrills,biromatic and aroace

Jude murray:cis male and bisexual

Lynn murray:demigirl and pansexual

joel hayes:bigender,transfem and neptunic

Chloe:cassgirl,questioning genderfluid and lesbian

[nyandela-catalogue]

Woah… Finally watched the Ramshackle Pilot after having seen the trailer a while ago. I’m so proud of the team!! Absolutely incredible work! I can’t wait to see what they do next =D

-False Friend⚠️

[slooshee]

I finally have some Human Disguise AU stuff for you guys! I’m planning to do more in depth individual post on each character in the au but here’s some info+art for now!

(A lot of writing ahead haha,,)

Drawing 1 - Sarah, Jonah and Adam are about 10 years old in this au. Sarah lives with her older brother Mark (who survives in this au thanks to a certain silly angel appearing at the right place and time :>). Adam and Jonah live on the church grounds, being fostered by Sister Maria (who is actually Preacher). The boys help out at the Church (helping clean up, helping around the church in general, and they also serve as alter boys) Sarah met them both at school. This is them sneaking out and hanging out at the willow tree they like to meet up at.

Drawing 2 - A little bit of a silly drawing of Sarah and Gabie (Gabriel/Toonbriel, that’s the name he uses while staying on earth) watching older my little pony movies from G3. Not canon (since TVs aren’t really.. like y’know safe) although I do think Sarah would have some MLP toys.

Drawing 3 - rough concept art for HDAU!Adam and Jonah. Nothing really more to add tbh.

Drawing 4 - Sister Maria (aka Preacher) sketch/concept sketch. Sister Maria in this au is Adam’s caretaker after Adam was left with no family. She’s raised him since he was very little. She’s an elderly religious woman. If you were to take off her veil her being an alternate would become much more apparent. Her design was heavily based on the ‘messenger’ image.

Drawing 5 - Adam and preacher. Adam is the only one who has seen the assimilated version of Maria. Although he is not aware Maria and the creature are on in the same. He only sees her at night where it usually stands in the corner of his room, in the dark, keeping watch over him. He usually closes his eyes and tries to drown out the whispering.

Drawing 6 - Thatcher comforting Adam after something startled him. Oh yeah! You better believe I’m shoving dadtcher content into this bad boy!!! Thatcher is probably the closest thing Adam has to any kind of Father figure in his life. Since Adam is the only thing that ‘survived’ the night that Ruth and Adam’s parents died. He ended up taking care of Adam for a short amount of time while he was still a baby. Thatcher was too scared to take care of a baby and especially with his newfound paranoia of the alternates he decided he needed to find a better place for Adam. That’s when Sister Maria visited and offered to be his caretaker till they found him a home. However, since Maria doesn’t/cannot drive Thatcher usually picks him up from school.

Drawing 7 - Adam and Maria, presumably after being returned by Thatcher after Adam tried to run away.

Drawing 8 - SOME CESAR CONTENT?? I definitely will go more in depth on these guys later. I’m still working out actual Cesar’s character and role in this au, if I’m honest. But Cesar fans rejoice! bc he’s alive!! Yippie! Alternate Cesar is the stupid little cat creature you see him holding. Alternate Cesar is first encountered when Vol.1 usually would take place. The difference being once Gabriel/Toonbriel shows up completely by accident the sudden appearance of a heavenly presence scares it away. For the rest of his role he takes the form of a cat-like creature. In order to to be a spy for Lucifer/Alt Gabriel on the real Gabriel.

[realjonahofficial]

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[plasticfangtastic]

My Masterlist

Howdy my name is Kay and I write fics for the boys (mostly just Homelander centric) this is a directory of my old and new fics, any projects am working on have worked on can be found here.

I hate short stories and I write long Chapters, I love Butchlander and Butchie content.

I'm currently on a writing hiatus

Old pin post with the following works can be found here:

Of The same Poisonous Ilk (A Butchlander/self-cest fic-- on hiatus)

Building Blocks (a Butchlander fic-- on hiatus)

Anybody Else Won't do (An Ashlander fic-- on hiatus)

Can We be Lonely Together (A HL x reader fic or Homelander x Joe Goldberg from YOU fic-- completed)

American Royalty (A dadlander x reader fic with a homelander daughter OC-- completed)

Carnivorous Lamb (A Homelander x Male! OC priest kink/ntr fic-- completed)

Thicker than Water (A Soldier Boy x Homelander fic-- one-shot)

No Codiciaras los bienes ajenos (A HL x Ashley x Butcher fic-- one-shot)

Behind the Scenes (A Hometek fic)

When the Lion loved the lamb (A HL x Male oc prequel to Carnivorous lamb one-shot)

This wasnt in the job description (An Ashlander fic one-shot)

My current fics:

Quiet Room-- A Homelander fic about him and Jonah Voguelbaum going to see Shrek.

A Garden Without Impurity-- Homelander X GN Reader fic, he is a polygamist and reader is his favorite spouse

Lemon Scented Messes-- A Butchie fanfic (my first one ever)

Charred Steaks-- A Butchlander fic short and sweet involving a partially depowered Homelander

Thank you for reading!

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

lemme go into character analysis mode rq

Seth: a broken man who is only living for vengeance.

he lost all that was important to him: his family. he has no superpowers, he has no healing factor or special training in weapons, he has no achievable goal. what he has is undying rage for the one who killed his friends. killed his family. killed his kids.

it's the only thing keeping him going. the mere thought of inflicting the same pain he's feeling onto the perpetrator is the only thing keeping him from his already dug grave, no matter how much the ghosts of his past wail for him to join them

what was once a strong and kind man who helps in anyway he can has been twisted into a being full of rage and hate, seeking death for death itself

Gabriel: a warrior losing their supposedly unending will

they have the answers to many of their cases, thanks to unfortunate and fortunate circumstances, but nothing has come of it. there is nothing they can do. what they have solved is not accepted due to fear of the knowledge they've gained, fearful of the consequences of acknowledging it

the more they insist the more they are ostracized yet overworked. piles and piles of cases and missions thrust upon them because of their will to act, to search and solve. the work they once loved begins to crush them, danger upon danger crashing down to the point they know their next battle with death might be their last

yet still, they carry on. as if they were atlas, they carry the world on their shoulders, whether they need to or not

Jonah: a man lost in the void, ever sinking and shifting, losing himself to the emptiness

for years to us but infinity to him, he has learned all there is to learn, done all there is to do through the eyes of others, and thought all there is to think. things no human could ever truly comprehend float through the void he resides in, slipping in his ears to his mouth as instructed

the void encompassing him since that cold winters night shifts and expands, leaning into emotion or apathy, kindness and cruelty, estimations of good and bad, and everything in between. all millions of times a second

and every year, month, day, hour, minute, second and nanosecond, he asks himself if it would truly be so bad to sink into the nothing. to let hollowness and blankness take over. would that truly be such a crime? to drift away in this expanse?

he doesn't know. so he continues to float on the edge of oblivion

WAAAAAAAAH /lh

They’re so. Sad. I care them so much :(((

[redsandroyals]

REDS and Royals

Greetings travelers, common folk and royalty all alike. Welcome to the REDS and Royals ask blog. This post is to get you acquainted with the characters of this land, as well as clear up some confusion that may be had.

Pick a stool, grab a pint and enjoy the show.

Creator info is at the bottom.

Who are The REDS?

The Ruthless Enforcers of Damned Souls, also known as The REDS, is a feared group of this land comprised of five key members.

From Left to Right:

Pyro, also known as Ash and Smokes

Viktor, also known as Medic

Maxim, also known as Heavy

Ewan (pronounced as you-when), also known as Demoman, or simply Demo

Flynn, also known as Sniper

They believe that every ruthless murder/execution is made for the greater good. Every action taken by them is the right one, without a second thought. Rumors spread, stories mothers make up to protect their children and make sure they are aware of the grave danger that awaits them in these kingdoms walls.

Who are the Royals?

From Left to Right:

Dallas, the royal engineer

Jonah, the prince of Teufort

A royal guard specifically assigned to Jonah. He gives multiple different names when asked but the most common one is Pierre.

Lieutenant Doe

Not many people are familiar enough with the royal family to be considered a friend. Only a few can proudly flaunt that title. On the contrary, not many people are familiar with the royal family at all. A queen and a prince is all that is told. Legends say the father was executed while others say he ran away, many believe there was no father to begin with and Prince Jonah is a son of God.

Creator Stuff/Extra Info and Photos

Hi! So, this is kind of my first TF2 au and I know what you’re thinking;

“These names are crap” I know, thank you. We’re all thinking it, but let’s just go with it.

This is just a fun side blog thing and my first ask blog so things will change a bit. You are free to ask me questions but this is mostly a roleplay ask blog, so keep creator questions to a minimum, please? This post may also change as well.

I don’t really know what else to add other than just have fun and don’t ask crazy stuff??? Anyways, here are my other photos.

The REDS alt angle, focused on Pyro

The Royals alt angle, focused on Spy

Captain and Best Mate

Unneeded Help

[dexterkronos]

The second of the drawing tests using the characters from @therealandian's ReDeath / Search Through The Stars AU! If you haven't guessed already, it's Elias Magnus, the (former) Head of the Magnus Institute, bringer of the apocalypse of his world ("safely" reversed), and a newborn Mechanism! There's not much that I did for Elias' eye in particular due to wanting to keep it as series accurate as possible. I did make it a bit lighter than most fanarts I've seen though because after 200 years you would think the eye would begin to sorta... fail, to some degree. I'm surprised he never had much issue with it, or that he didn't end up completely blind after being cut off from The Eye. Overall the main inspiration for skin tone etc comes from @ike9306's fanarts of Elias (usually with Donovan lolol). Also screw you Andian (/j) for making me actually like this version of Elias/Jonah! I couldn't stop laughing at his later antics post-Aldara, especially his approaches to helping readers-know-who against his original judgement. I honestly enjoy his snark and would probably befriend him if I could. You know the drill; The Eye wants more. Have fun guessing who is next~

[ID in alt text]

[mandela-catalogue-championship]

Welcome to the Mandela Catalogue Championship!

Are you tired of watching your favorite characters die gruesome deaths or go through unspeakable horrors? Well, now you can watch them go through the same amount of agony, but through Tumblr polls instead!

This tournament is for who the favorite character is, and voters are encouraged to vote for their personal favorite. Propaganda and voter fraud are allowed, but please remember to be respectful to everyone else, as this is only for fun.

The brackets fighting against each other will be:

Mark vs Lynn Cesar vs Alt Thatcher Mervin vs Sarah Evelin vs O’Brien Thatcher vs N Jude vs Dave Ruth vs Jonah Alt Cesar vs Adam Preacher vs Alt Gabriel Toonbriel vs Six

The brackets will go up at a later date, and the links to polls will be listed once they have been posted.

Have fun!