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ca-8 · 8 months ago

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I really really loved your DogDay fic (like a lot), so I thought I'd request a DogDay x player reader fic about the nightmares both of them would more than likely have when this is all over and they've escaped Playtime Co, and how they'd try to be there for each other when they happen.

Black curtains smothered their view. (Y/n)'s body was light. Someone must have carried them from the sweet warm hug of their mattress and into the shadowing atmosphere. Fabric rippled and swayed gently just barely beneath their falling figure, separating inches before contact... And so, falling past the waving curtains that faded harshly into cracking rubble.. Falling past the growing cracks swirling into light pink, stretching tubes and blue fuzzy ropes... Falling into hell's fiery, drifting red smoke through long, thin fingers that cursed away flesh... Elliot's voice welcomed them once again.

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DogDay x Reader Rippling Deja Vu (Part 1)

(WARNING: The following contains scenes of graphic body horror and mutilation)

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Wet spider webs caught them, like a Venus fly trap breaking the fall of a frightened butterfly with a torn wing. A chill ran down their spine, causing them to stir in their sleep, and soon, (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open. Dim flickering light beamed down them, watching them. Cold goo kissed the back of their neck. They shuddered and pulled themselves up, dragging behind lines of webs connecting them to their new bed. It tugged, urging (Y/n) to fall back into its embrace, until the lines finally broke. They collapsed on freezing tile. When (Y/n) opened their eyes, the first thing they saw were the tattered clothes they wore on the day they entered the gates of hell: a dirty tank top torn at the side and thin jeans caked in dust and dried blood. Their eyes widened. "No...No no no no no....!"

Rapidly swatting off the remaining clinging webs, (Y/n)’s bottom collapsed onto the tiled floor. Their quick and heavy breaths rushed into the dusty cold air, flailing around in tiny clouds before fusing with the hallway’s stretching darkness. After finally casting off the last piece of the web, their hands suddenly went still, trembling in place, then clenching into fists a few times as if they were holding a Grabpack’s trigger.

(Y/n) looked up. Blinking light illuminated parts of the stretching shadow for brief seconds, beckoning them to let them light their way. But they couldn’t move — they wouldn’t dare move. As soon as they’d jump to their feet, something meant to lie still, something first made for play and learning and innocence that then would become a shell for screams and blood and torn flesh, would come after them and pull and dig and prod and eat at each breathing morsel they offered. (Y/n) sat still, very, very, very, very still.

Then they got up. Their trembling body begging to stay safe under the only working light began to get pulled by marionette strings. (Y/n) started to choke on their cry for help and fought with every atom within them to stop moving, but the blackened jaws had already consumed them. And through all that desperate effort, a pathetic whimper only left their lips.

GO BACK

RUN

HIDE

HELP

THE HOUR OF JOY

One, then four, then ten, then innumerable warnings laced in trauma appeared under the blinking lights. Blue and red and yellow overlapped with one another, shouting over each other, screaming at a once naive, curious fool. (Y/n)’s body didn’t listen, it just had to see what that gorgeous cherry red light was growing in the distance.

They attempted at another cry for help, but only another quiet muffle sang along with the factory’s distant curling cogs. First wiggling their fingers, then shooting their hands up to their face, (Y/n) felt for a mouth, a hint of lips or drool or just anything, but nothing. Just a blank (s/c) canvas of skin. Their throat erupted in shouts and wails, they even tried pulling at the canvas, and still nothing — the fool had become a shrieking tomb.

The walls stopped moving, and they looked down to see their legs glued to the floor.

And the ground began to roar.

Ripples and rumbles threw (Y/n) off their feet and forced them to watch the rear of the hallway. Flickering lights hinted to the devastation’s core; a flash of a human skull protruding from rising, cracking tile, a glimpse of light showing onto its growing body that melted from bone to a curling wet tongue rounding into a pink and blue twirling body, and that blinking, twirling body grew larger as its organs and bones stuck out and into darkened pink, stretching arms, weaving through a monstrous ribcage, tying together blue and purple fur and paws with ravaging whetted claws, growing and growing and growing against the cracking floor and screaming walls, growing and growing and growing and growing and growing

until it stopped.

And the human skull twisted, slowly rotating on its spinal column. Curling all the way around, blood rained from inside the splitting bone, emitting an appalling crackling echo as bits of it snapped off onto the ground. One of them hit the fool in the forehead. Finally, it stopped once completing its orbit.

It stared at (Y/n), and (Y/n) couldn’t help but stare back at it. Naked teeth and unblinking empty eye sockets, sloshing pulsating guts and creaking legs. They wanted to run, to hide, anything to stay as far away as that thing as possible. Its mouth opened, and its jaw stretched down and down and down toward the floor, bits of bone snapping and muscle from beneath bulging from the holes and stretching and stretching and its teeth reached to the ground and dug underneath the tile.

It stopped. It winced. It pushed forward, claws scraping against the tile as its mouth excavated gathering tile, making the walls and ceiling screech such a deafening bawl. Faster it crawled, right down the hall, right towards (Y/n).

Right as glowing dots of life awoken in those empty sockets, they regained control of their body again. They scrambled onto their feet and bolted down the hallway.

“A……?”

The hallway seemed to curl in on itself, but that didn’t stop them. (Y/n) so desperately wanted to cover their ears from that godforsaken screech but they couldn’t risk it. They just had to make their legs push faster, no matter how much they ached or cramped or were being sucked into the earth-

“..An…l….”

They were slowing down. Something of a thousand pounds became attached to their ankles and drove them into the melting floor. They yelped and fell right onto burning slosh, howling in pain and immediately yanking themselves up. Pained gasps and whines heaved from their lips, and they looked back to see the boiling floor had engulfed their legs, spreading up to their calf. (Y/n) spotted sections of their skin closer to its mouths peeling back to reveal bubbling muscle, before it all were to be swallowed.

“....Angel…”

They tried hauling themselves up, but grew unsteady and fell back on the burning slosh. (Y/n) let out an agonizing cry as skin began to peel off from their arms. Smoke rose from their body, as if the spirits of their faded bits were already accepting the inevitable end. They peered over their shoulder — the creature was standing over them.

“.....Angel…!”

It dug up their body. (Y/n) violently flailed against its gasp, and through their tears they saw muscle plunging from their arms and legs and more of that thing’s hands wrapping around their tiny, weak, insignificant body, twirling around their waist and making them feel their spine slowly snap.

Agony, sweet deserving agony, topping with the fool’s suffering melody

“(Y/N)!”

And they were back in their bed’s warm embrace.

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped wide open, letting out a fresh, tearful waterfall streaming down their flushed cheeks. The first thing they saw in darkened solace were a vast, open, empty mouth and eyes that were scrunched up in blazing worry. But this uncanny face was that of familiarity, of warmth, of real joy; yet they couldn’t stop the quickened breaths.

“Angel, it’s okay, look at me, everything’s okay,” DogDay said, although by the tone of his voice, he was starting to panic as well.

With trembling, non-melting arms, they cautiously hauled themselves up, and their breathing began to slow. Putting his giant paws against their back and on the side of their face, DogDay gently shushed them as his thumb stroked their wet cheek.

“That’s it, just focus on breathing, you’re doing so well, angel…” With that giant smile as bright as the sun, his guiding whispers lit up the room. Before they knew it, the alerts for death rang silent and (Y/n)’s heart became steady. DogDay sat down on their bed and placed them on his lap, and for a few minutes, he held them close to his fuzzy, vanilla-scented chest.

Then, (Y/n) spoke up in a hoarse voice: “I’m sorry.”

DogDay stopped petting their head for a second. “Now what are you apologizing for, angel?” he uttered in bewilderment. Words bubbled up inside their throat but they couldn’t bear to speak. He looked down and continued to stroke their shaking head and back. “Another dream about the factory, I take it?”

(Y/n) tensed up and nodded. His grip on them became tighter, but not too tight.

At first, he didn’t know what to say. Decades of being trapped with nothing but tiny savaging predators taking joy in tearing off his skin little by little, day after day, left him blinded in miserable need. In rare moments of peace, he always dreamt about an angel descending from above and down in the hellish depths that once housed happiness, and blessing those worth saving with freedom. But not once did he see him reaching that freedom; in fact, he still wonders to this day what he did to deserve being one of the only survivors after failing so many so dear to him. And he despised it.

The DogDay he was conditioned to never think about himself so much. He should always know what to say, especially now. His beloved angel had suffered through so much just like he did, and to make matters worse, they were apologizing for it. If anything, he should be the one…

…”I’m sorry too.”

“What?” (Y/n) gazed up at him. Even in the darkness, the light in their beautiful eyes beamed such radiant sacred life. Life that he swore to protect since that day.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to witness and endure so much, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you when you saved me, I.. I’m sorry that you took in so much pain, I-! I…” DogDay took in a breath — ‘don’t cry, this isn’t about you.’ — “I…I’m sorry, angel. You’ve been through so much, and for our sakes… for my sake.”

He embraced them back into his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to fight back stubborn tears. “You have every right to be like this — to cry, to lash out, to get so, so scared — after everything that’s happened, you’re allowed to be this vulnerable more than anyone else.”

They were so quiet. ‘Did I say the right thing? I didn’t make them upset, did I?”

But he did. Something inside (Y/n) cracked at last. Their chest tightened and pulsated and wallowed up, and something crawled up their throat that made them gasp for air and for more of him. They quickly wrapped their arms around DogDay’s torso and let out a shuddering wail as tears flowed freely down their cheeks and onto his chest.

Feeling his heart hammer against the wet spot they buried their face in, he froze in place. Then his smile drained every ounce of uncertainty, and he held his angel once again.

“That’s right, angel, let it all out. You’re safe right now,” he softly muttered to them, letting a tear fall from his eye, “and I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

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AND that’s it for right now! As with the last request, there’s a shorter word limit for posts that directly respond to Asks, so I’ll be cutting it off right here and will be posting a Part 2 soon! Sorry this took me a bit to release; new college quarter is starting and I've had a little bit of writer's block, but I have overcome it!! Thank you so much to @paragon-of-obsessed for requesting this, and extra thankies for liking my last DogDay fic! This was so much fun to write, and I can't wait to dive into the next part!

Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

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i2rizz · 4 days ago

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Atlanta Lock AU Pt.4

Fandom: Blue Lock

Characters: Atlanta lock!Shidou x reader

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The moon hung low over O’Block, casting a silver glow on the graffiti-covered streets as Shidou Ryusei leaned against his patched-up car. The vehicle screamed chaos—like its owner—with spray-painted flames, missing hubcaps, and a horn that sounded like a banshee’s wail. You sat on the hood, arms crossed, already regretting letting Shidou talk you into this madness.

"Okay, let me get this straight," you said, narrowing your eyes. "You wanna crash their wedding—the people who literally tried to jump you last week for stealing their snacks?"

Shidou’s grin was wide, wild, and unapologetic. "Exactly, babe. What better way to say, ‘no hard feelings’ than showin’ up uninvited and makin’ it unforgettable?"

"By unforgettable, you mean ‘starting a war,’ right?"

He shrugged, pulling a stolen bottle of cheap champagne from his car. "Tomato, tomahto. C’mon, live a little. You love chaos."

Before you could argue, he popped the cork, sprayed it in the air, and strutted toward the venue—a dimly lit community center with bass-heavy music vibrating the cracked windows. He shoved the doors open with a dramatic flair, startling the crowd inside.

The reception was in full swing: trap music blasting, kids running under tables, and a group of guys arm wrestling by the buffet. Shidou’s entrance was like throwing gasoline on a simmering fire. Heads turned. Conversations stopped. The bride froze mid-dance, her rhinestone-studded veil glinting under the flickering lights.

"WHO INVITED HIM?" someone shouted, pointing at Shidou like he was a walking felony.

"No one," Shidou replied, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "But y’all looked like you could use some entertainment."

He grabbed a mic from the DJ booth, ignoring the furious glares from the bride and groom. "Alright, listen up, O’Block! Congrats to the happy couple, blah blah, love is great, yada yada. But let’s be real—y’all didn’t come here to see them smooch eachother all night. You came here to party."

He dropped the mic—not figuratively, but literally. The mic hit the floor with a deafening screech, and before anyone could stop him, he was already moonwalking toward the buffet table.

"Shidou," you hissed, trailing after him. "Can you not make enemies out of everyone in this room?"

"Too late for that, babe," he said, grabbing a Styrofoam plate and piling it with ribs, mac ‘n’ cheese, and cornbread. "But don’t worry, I’m a people person."

The groom, a mountain of a man with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin, stormed over, veins bulging. "Shidou, you got three seconds to get outta here before I—"

"Relax, big guy," Shidou interrupted, shoving a rib into his mouth. "I’m just here for the vibes."

The bride, now fuming, screamed, "GET HIM OUT!"

Shidou, unbothered, smirked at her. "Aw, don’t be like that, chick. You’ll thank me later when this party goes viral."

And that’s when he made his move. He grabbed the champagne tower—a precarious stack of plastic glasses filled with cheap bubbly—and chugged the top glass before kicking the whole thing over.

The room erupted.

"THAT’S IT!" the groom roared, lunging at Shidou with fists flying.

Shidou ducked, his laughter echoing through the chaos. He grabbed a folding chair, wielding it like a WWE wrestler, and swung it wildly. "C’MON, WHO WANTS SOME?!"

The guests didn’t need an invitation. Someone threw a plate of collard greens, another person launched a cake slice like a frisbee, and the DJ tried to escape but got tackled into the punch bowl.

You, stuck in the middle of the mayhem, ducked under a table as a full-blown food fight broke out. "Shidou, you lunatic! Do something before they kill us!"

Shidou, covered in frosting and grinning like a demon, slid under the table beside you. "Doing something is boring. I’m here for the drama."

A bottle shattered nearby, and the groom’s voice boomed, "SHIDOU, YOU’RE DEAD!"

Shidou grabbed your hand, yanking you toward the exit. "Time to go, babe!"

"About time," you muttered, dodging a flying platter of ribs.

But Shidou, being Shidou, couldn’t leave quietly. On the way out, he made a beeline for the towering three-tier cake and plunged his entire face into the bottom tier, emerging wirh frosting smeared across his face and a chunk of cake in his hand. "DELICIOUS!"

The groom lunged at him again, fists flying.

Shidou dodged effortlessly, laughting like a maniac. "Yo, chill! Ain't this supposed to be the happiest day of your life?"

You ducked as a chair flew past your head. "Shidou, now we really need to leave!"

"Not until i get a souvenir!" He yelled back, grabbing the wedding cake topper—a gaudy figurine of the bride and groom—and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, for good measure, he flipped the DJ’s table, sending equipment crashing to the floor.

"Y’ALL HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!" he yelled, sprinting to his car with you in tow.

The second you were both inside, he floored it, tires screeching as you sped off into the night. The sound of chaos faded behind you, replaced by the roar of the engine and Shidou’s uncontrollable laughter.

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#anime #anime and manga #blue lock #x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk #x y/n #blue lock x reader #manga #bllk x reader #bllk shidou #blue lock shidou #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #bllk au #one shot

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bluizu · 1 year ago

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you're honour. their are frends.

Nepenthes Aristolochioides x Inermis :)

#blue loves venus fly traps

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speedgifposting · 5 months ago

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oh erebus. my one-eyed beauty. my fair lord of the dark. there's nothing and no one that could ever stop me from fawning over your unnerving elegance and horrific grace. how your brilliant blue quills shimmer a vibrant indigo in the right light, how lovely they are when paired with the pale gold of your jewelry. your petrifying gaze, which strikes fear in the hearts of all who gaze up at you, only serves to drive me further to you. hypnotic like a siren calling a sailor to the sea. you're every bit as deadly as you are alluring, but it could never keep me away from you. you have the mystery of the dark side of the moon, the power of a solar eclipse, all contained in a form that has the glory and awe of a star going supernova. your ferocity, oh, your brutality! how sorrowful it makes me feel that i cant have you without being burned by your cruel charm! you are a venus fly trap, and im but another damned fool who takes the bait, falls for the trap, and becomes another victim of your spell. how enchanting you are, my deadly nightshade, how gorgeous are your ways! yet how vicious and unrelenting you are to your adversaries! my dear, you are vile in the most endearing way possible. you are death itself in its most angelic form. oh primordial being of shadows and the endless night, birthed from the darkest depths of the cosmos, you drive me positively insane, and maybe, just maybe, that's what you want. and whatever it is you wish, i will hand it to you on a golden platter. i could give you blood, i could give you devotion, i could give you the souls of your enemies, if only you would let me, i could give you the world! i love you, erebus, i truly do. please accept my vow, or forever hold your peace.

#all art by powpow on twitter!#fnf #friday night funkin #sonic.exe #speed.gif #cyclops sonic #cyclops.iso #yeah i have no excuse for this #i spent way too long coming up with this entire thing

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roseshewrites · 6 months ago

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RadioApple Week ; ~DANCE~ I forget the day number oops)

Am I doing this right?! I completely missed this whole week because I literally just rejoined tumblr. Anyway, here's my out of context mid-fanfic contribution to RadioApple Week. (You'll have to forgive the inconsistencies of Alastor's knowledge of the song it's an unedited WIP, regardless one of my favorite scenes)

-Getting the ballroom ready for a patron's wedding venue

-Fred Astaire songs ensue

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"You shouldn't apologize."

Alastor looked away from Lucifer at the blue windows, as if invested in them instead of what he had just seen- a magnetic little creature bouncing and brimming with ideas, his eyes shining with the love of dreams and invention. Lucifer was...

Well, he was rather cute at that moment.

"Pardon?"

"Oh," Alastor said, "I mean, you shouldn't apologize for loving something. Don't bring yourself down. It will turn you cold."

He allowed a true grin and added, "Anyway, if you should turn all depressed and miserable on us, your daughter will have a fit, and that ruins everyone else's day."

"Yeah you're right," Lucifer said. "Huh. So what do you know about being depressed and miserable?"

"Nothing at all," Alastor responded airily, "Shall we let Charlie know this may be the only available room?"

"Sure."

Lucifer turned around and on a whim it seemed, made blue and white twinkle lights appear around the ceiling rim with a wave of his hands, making the room seem full of starlight.

Alastor heard him whistling a tune from behind him.

"What is that from?" It sounded familiar.

Lucifer chuckled, "You're a fan of tap dance, and you don't know Fred Astaire? He is *the* king of tap. It's from Top Hat."

"I don't watch picture shows."

He was lying. He remembered that song, now. He'd seen the movie, used to play it on repeat back when he'd actually owned a television set...before Vox had inexplicably ruined them for him.

"You should. You'd like that one. *Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain?*," Lucifer sang.

Alastor heard the little patter of a tap routine being conducted behind him and he whirled about to see it, amused.

"You dance like Fred."

Lucifer tried out a few different simpler footworks.

"Thought you don't watch 'picture shows.' And really? I always thought I was more of a Ginger."

"I've seen it. And Fred's style is ecstatic. Well. More airy...he'd off and fly away if he didn't have her to ground him."

"You were going on your way now you've got to remaaaain..."

"Oh, do stop, we have things to do." Alastor shoved him away, only for the little king to bounce back on his left, continuing to sing, "Just as you were going, leaving me all at seaaa! Gah!" (Alastor had shoved him again)

"The clouds broke! They broke, and oh, what a break for mee!"

Alastor whirled to get in his face, "Will you not shut your trap!"

"I will after you dance with me. I know you adore the routine. I can see it. Your feet don't lie," Lucifer grinned.

Alastor did. He knew how the song continued. He knew every inch of this scene; he'd watched it many times. It was one of the only movies he *would* sit and watch.

I can see the sun up high, though we're caught in a storm...

I can see where you and I could be cozy and warm.

He remembered the expressiveness of Ginger's face as Fred cooed this song to her, giving him the time of day only in her smile, then giving up halfway through the song to let herself dance with him.

Alastor let his radio crackle into the air, summoning the rest of the song with ease.

"Let the rain pitter patter, but it really doesn't matter if the skies are gray...long as I can be with you, it's a lovely day!"~, Fred Astaire's voice echoed about the empty and softly lit ballroom.

"You win. I'll dance," Alastor smirked, "But can you keep up?"

"Oh it's on, Ginger!" Lucifer chuckled.

"Then take it away, Fred."

Astaire was a leader in his style, and Ginger a follower. Lucifer...there was that dominating presence again, that shine of confidence as they moved together, their footsteps and the song echoing around the room in tandem. It was one of the only times, Alastor thought, that he did not mind dancing in a style was more fluid, more of a matcher for his partner, and Lucifer's beat and energy was right on time with his.

"Do you know round? How about swing?" Alastor tried a deviation from the movie routine and barely gave Lucifer time to adjust, but he caught on quickly, his deep laugh bouncing off the walls, then lost it just as fast but cracking up again as he tried to regain his balance.

"Those are my feet you are trampling all over, sir," Alastor complained, catching Lucifer before he could stumble again and hit the floor.

The music was reaching the faster part now, the bit that was full of thunderstorm noises and lightning, but they both were stationary-

"Hah," Lucifer, still in Alastor's arms, looked up at him grinning, "A good dance partner you are not. Who throws styles all over the place like confetti?"

"Hmm perhaps it's your fault for not reading my mind," Alastor responded.

"Hey radio face, if I could read your mind, I'd have a whole lot of answers to a whole lot of questions I have right now."

"Lucifer...shut up."

"Make me," Lucifer challenged.

Alastor kissed him.

It was Lucifer's turn to make a noise of surprise and protest, to resist just the tiniest bit, push at Alastor's chest with his hands uselessly, then quickly melt...his lips were hot, and skilled, and now that Alastor was close to him again, he was detecting a soft sweet scent like perfume or shower soap..

Or..apples.

Just when Alastor wished it to go on further Lucifer drew them apart, whispering, his breath warm on his lips, and said, "Alastor...you're confusing the *shit* out of me right now."

"Hmm...well," Alastor murmured, then grinned, "Payback's just an ornery old bitch, isn't it?"- he patted Lucifer's cheek sassily, "We should go and see what your daughter thinks of the room."

With that, he left Lucifer behind, who was muttering some curse or other under his breath.

#radioapple week #radioapple #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor hartfelt #alastor #bottom lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #RadioApple Dance #alastor the radio demon #Lucifer the king of hell #RadioApple Kiss #Youtube

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lordturkish-robomallcop · 16 days ago

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Gimme 11, 7, 26, 27 and 28 (Drawing not required). For Ana and/or Marcel, but also for anyone whom you'd feel have interesting answers for these!

Taking that and and running with it straight under the fold!

11 for Marcel, Anatol and Roman because he's bundled in with the Ana package: Marcel was my first WoD pc, so he's largely a port of my main DnD guy (Dillup the Diviner) who also got blended with Midnight Gospel dissociative ennui and Mackgyver goofiness. Anatol... less fun and goofy, this one. Ana/Roman were originally built to be kinda a parable tackling my thoughts/feelings regarding to "trans widow/er" narratives and spiraled out from there. I haven't posted their full origin story outside of the snippets in Limits, but a lot dwelling in that uncomfortable zone of folks reaching for things they do not have language for, so they reach into the phantoms they construct of loved ones as mooring points and then freaking out when those points prove to be imagined/changed. Also just a general exploration of "toughing through" a relationship that perhaps has reached its sell-by date. Roman is married to an image of Ana that never was/will never be but has convinced himself that is a natural state that must be returned to. Ana is married to an image of Roman (the man who was disowned by his family to be with Ana, who despite being a bit of a patriarchal terror in his own right was one of the few folks who begrudgingly gave him space/grace outside of his own father) that Anatol has convinced himself is someone he needs to rebuild/is the touchstone he needs. This is also mirrored with Mihal/Kliment, except Mihal in a shocking twist is probably the only motherfucker in this generational pain cycle to recognize, in that one moment, that he was chasing a construction and just... letting go, letting that fixation die. Understanding it was making him and the person he claimed to do everything for worse. That he was unconsciously doing what his own sire did to him, and ooooh no if there's anything he hates more than being passe it's being reminded he's very similar to the Old Dragons. Also the fixation was immediately resurrected when Ana entered the picture, because pobody's nerfect but lil ruffly bugboi tried.

Wow I've already done a massive ramble anyhoot there's a healthy dose of Artemy Burrakh from Pathologic 2 in Ana as well bc I had Pathologic brainrot when I was first drafting him, lmao. He also got his last name Stamatin from that game.

7 for All Assortment of Lads: Marcel is a Divination Wizard, as was his Dillup Double! And like Dillup he'd def find a way to become a Hag. Ana would def be a Warlock of some stripe, likely a Great Old One patron. He'd be a human and be grumbly about it. Eliza is pretty straightforwardly a halfling Rogue. Roman starts as the lvl 1 Runescape farmer and ends up as a pretty bomb ass Ranger. Mihal would be the patron Ana's praying to, lol. 26 for All Assortment of Lads: Ana compulsively categorizes people he meets as different types of flora so this is the perfect question!! Ana- Venus fly trap Roman- Strawberry Blossum Mihal- Eidlewiess Kliment- Red Rose Eliza- Blue Hydrangea Marcel- Ivy/Kudzu 27 for Ana and Macel: Marcel is a Cuckoo Shrike bc he barrels in out of nowhere and completely wrecks other people's houses for his own ends. Like, look at this stupid son of a bitch, I hate him:

Ana is def some kind of weird lizard or stickbug. Part of me wants to say "do dragons count bc he's genuinely the type of kid who'd buy one of those Dragonology books growing up and also his grandfather was an Obertus Monk so Big Lizard Stanning is just a family tradition" but also another part of me feels like that's a cop out tzim answer lol.

28- Ana and Marcel: Marcel rolls with the skaters/burnouts smoking by the dumpsters after school before doing some light shoplifting at the Casey's down the street. Ana rolls with the theater kids to Perkins at 1am as the designated Butch Carabiner Haver of the department. Roman is the single jock at the end of the queer theater table struggling as the "Sure I Am An #Ally bc my S/O is queer but don't get it twisted I'm straight ha-ha" boyfriend. Maybe someday I will dig out the wacom tablet that I know to be existing in a desk drawer somewhere to do my own OC doodles but today is not that day lol.

#I promise I try to keep my rambling short #oof #But have some sad dragons!#As well as a bonus dirtbag wizard!

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dsireland86 · 1 year ago

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There is Beauty in the Pain Chapter 2 18+ below the cut

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Sophie: The night air wasn't freezing, but I was so glad I decided to wear my hoodie. Compared to inside of the venue where I'd just come from, the outside L.A. air was cool enough to make me pull my hood over my head and shove my hands deep into my pockets. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was the temperature or excitement that was making my body shiver.

The concert was incredible and just what I needed to escape the hell of my reality. My therapist suggested I start doing more normal things to get my mind back into thinking I wasn't living through trauma anymore, and when I mentioned the concert, she said I should jump on the opportunity. But trying to teach yourself how not to respond at certain times or to certain things or certain situations was easier said than done; especially when you were sometimes living in a state of constant fear.

The fact that I used to be with a man who became my entire world faster than I expected was the reason for what I was going through now. He was my first of many things and I fell head over heels in love with him; his stunning blue eyes, dirty blond hair, tall muscular body and sweet personality was like having my own Prince Charming. But once we grew comfortable with each other and he knew he had complete control of me, his sadistic and hedonistic nature was quick to come out, trapping me in a violent love affair that of course ended in violence. That was many months ago and here I was still trying to put my life back together after he'd ripped it apart. But I was doing better than I thought and the Bad Omens concert was proof that things were changing in my life for the better. I was healing and their music was part of the process that made me feel more like myself every day. Tonight, though, was the icing on the cake. Tonight I was flying high on confidence and butterfly feelings that was the reason for the smile still plastered to my face. And it was all thanks to Noah and his very obvious flirting.

He made eye contact with me half way during the show. As the lead singer of the band, I first wrote it off as part of the job for stage presence. I caught him looking periodically throughout the night, smiling when he noticed me staring back, and I couldn’t push away the feeling that something was going on between us. I later learned I was right when Noah came down off the stage and mingled with the fans. He touched their hands and even gave a few quick side hugs, but stopped the moment he got to me. I froze when his fingers touched my cheek, the feeling of his cold fingers sliding down my skin taking my breath away and making my legs weak.Thank God I was holding on to the steel barrier or I just might have collapsed.

Noah and I had a moment; a beautiful, amazing, moment that I would never forget. I don't know what came over me, but as he turned to leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist, sliding my hand into his before he had the chance to return to the stage. He looked back at me, the surprise in his dark chocolate eyes making my heart skip a few beats, I didn’t know a guy could be so adorable and fucking hot as hell at the same time and it gave me the wrong feelings in the wrong places, making me clench my thighs tight together. Before I let go of him, he kissed my hand, focusing on my knuckles. Noah’s lips were wet and the kiss was soft and very innocent, but the way his eyes fluttered closed then opened, twinkling as that same disarming smile I’d seen many times before in photos crept over his over his face, I could tell he was maybe feeling the same way I was; ecstatic.

I threw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. Later at the end of the show he found me again. His long arm stretched out to me, reaching for me as far as he could. I gave him my hand, feeling like time had stopped for a moment. It was a magical experience that I would never, ever forget. Noah motioned something as he was walking away, but because of the people bumping into me and walking between us, I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I left soon after.

I wished I could have had the opportunity to tell Noah and his bandmates what their music did for me; how it healed me and helped with my recovery. But, I didn't and that was okay. The sweet, personal moments I did have with Noah would stay in my heart and head forever, like a tattoo, encouraging me to keep going no matter how hard life got.

The two and a half years of abuse that sometimes disguised itself as love had eaten away a lot of my self-confidence, leaving me a shell of my former self. But they say that things happen for a reason, and I suppose they were right. What happened to me was the foundation for my personal growth and even though it broke me to the point I didn't believe I would or even could recover, I did. Once I was out of the woods and gave the past a brief look, I no longer stayed there, but began the journey of identifying the new me

The wind blew, dragging me from my thoughts, and I shivered. I picked up my pace and walked a little faster, thankful my apartment building wasn’t far from the venue. In minutes, the tall six story building greeted me like an old friend. I went inside, grateful for the immediate warmth. I took the stairs to the third floor where my apartment was because I had a weird fear of elevators, of all things, and stepped out into the familiar hall that would lead me to my front door. It was quiet in the hall, but not so much that I couldn't hear the faint sound of a tv or the sounds of the outside world below and I yawned when I looked at the time on my phone. It was way past my bedtime. Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I grabbed the doorknob, turning it out of habit and found it was already unlocked.

Sudden dread filled my chest, causing it to tighten beneath my skin. I placed my hand over it, feeling my pounding heartbeat, and tried to calm the thoughts that were suddenly speeding through my head. Staying out in the hallway wasn’t an option and I didn’t want to waste the Police’s time in case it turned out to be nothing, so I was left with only one other option and that was to enter my apartment and face whatever was waiting on the other side. With nine-one-one on speed-dial, I slowly opened the door, greeted only by darkness at first, but as my eyes adjusted I saw the small light coming from the kitchen that I always left on. Feeling around on the wall for the switch, I flipped it up and the living room filled with a soft white glow that illuminated everything in it. I sighed, releasing the breath that I’d been holding, as my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed. Everything was okay. No danger. After closing the front door and locking it, I headed toward my bedroom to take a shower when my bedroom door flew open and I screamed. Perry’s tall, massive figure, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, loomed over, stirring up a heap of emotions inside me. My hand flew to my mouth as the other gripped my chest, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out from fright.

"Sophie," Perry said, his smile so big and beautiful. "God, I missed you baby." I took a step back. My eyes were wide with fear and I knew he noticed. He stared at me, eyes narrowing as he watched for my next move, but all I could do was stand there, speechless. He took a few steps toward me but I didn’t move, and then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and holding me close. I found it difficult to catch my breath as the tightness in my chest wouldn’t let up, making me feel suddenly very dizzy. Perry’s scent, so rich, so intoxicating, flooded my senses and brought back memories of the night he left me broken with the proof of his rage all over my body. I began to cry, thinking of how badly he’d hurt me and what happened the following day and how he didn’t answer my calls or any of my texts and I felt abandoned, betrayed and neglected. He’d simply got on an airplane and disappeared from sight. Perry gently caressed my hair, whispering to me how much he missed me and was sorry he left like he did, but I didn't want to hear any of it. My cries turned into sobs, and I felt the panic attack coming but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed it to submerge me into its darkness as Perry’s strong arms tightened around me, holding me through it.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I remembered, I was laying on my couch with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Looking around I saw Perry sitting in the chair opposite of me, hands gripping the arms rests and his head laid against the back of the chair.

"What are you doing here Perry?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my face with the sleeves of my hoodie. His head shot up. Our eyes met, and it disarmed me when I saw how his were filled with worry, but honestly that wasn’t anything new. Perry could be a very good actor at times. "What do you mean?” His blue eyes were confused. "I mean what are you doing here? And how did you get in?” I pulled the blanket back and flung my legs over, placing them on the floor. “You left me months ago without a word since.”

He frowned "Right, about that," he answered, peering up at me through his eyelashes. "I," he leaned forward and reached for my hand, but I moved away. He glared at me, and I noticed his jaw tighten. My body went rigid. "I still have a key." he confessed, pulling the silver item from his pocket and laying it down on the end table beside him. "Sophie, I was under so much stress at the time those things happened between us that day. I know they were horrible things, I know I hurt you and I'm sorry I did them. I came back to tell you so, hoping you'll forgive me. I came back to tell you I love you and I still want you.”

He was lying, just like all the times before. Perry was good at manipulating me and knew how to use it against me to get what he wanted. At one time, he was my weakness and I believed everything he said to me; the good and the bad. Early on in our relationship, I began to feel like all the things that went wrong were my fault; that I was to blame for all the ill-fated misfortunes that happened to Perry. He made me believe they were and I spent so much time doing whatever he wanted to make it up to him.

"Sophie?" I looked at him, fighting back tears."Well?" "Well, what? What do you want me to say, Perry? Let’s just pick up where we left off and pretend that you didn’t do anything to me? Pretend that you didn't walk out on me, leaving me so fucked up and hurting right over there on my own living room in complete and utter misery? You put me in the hospital for god's sake! You broke me and you expect me to say that all is okay and forgiven; let’s work things out, pick up where we left off just so you can feel better about yourself? I can't do that; I won't do that and just because you say you love me doesn't mean it’s true and that I feel loved by you.”

The familiar shadows of anger crept across Perry’s face. He straightened his back, rising to his full height, and my legs began to shake. My heart was beating so fast and I was terrified but I did my best to not let it show. "Come here," he said, beckoning me over with his finger. I didn’t move."Sophie, I said come here. Now!” The rise in his tone sent me scrambling over to him because of conditioned obedience. I brace myself for what I was sure would happen next.

"You couldn't wait to disobey me could you? Couldn't wait to push!” He snatched a handful of my hair and yanked my head back until I was looking right at him. "I came back to you, Sophie. I came back to this pathetic shit you call your life to tell you that I was sorry and that I missed you; I missed us. But all you can do is mouth off and refuse me your forgiveness. You’re just as much of a bitch as I remember.” Crying out, I flinched, instantly attacking Perry’s hands with my own. Finally, he released me, pushing me away. I rubbed my head, grimacing over the pain my head now felt. Perry ran his hands through his hair and down his face, pacing around in an attempt to calm himself down. No matter how hard I tried, the tears from my eyes fell, making my nose run as I stood, huddled into myself scared to even look his way."All I want is your forgiveness, baby. That’s it. Everything else, I know we can work out. Please.” I glanced over at him. Perry stared at me, his expression now softened and blue eyes pleading with me to do what he asked. "I fucking love you, baby. I just want to love you."

He came over to me and I flinched when he grabbed my arm and moved in close. His body rubbed up against mine, the sexual tension rapidly spreading between both of us. I hated Perry, and despised what he’d just done to me, yet no matter what he did, my body always responded to his sexual advances. Maybe it was because he was responsible for taking my virginity and I didn’t have anyone else to compare him to or because he knew my body like the back of his hand and what to do to get the right responses out of me. He was hard for me already, leading me back against the wall and pinning me against it as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me like a starving mad man. It was passionate, aggressive, and I wanted it despite everything.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry," he moaned into my neck while his hands traced my sides up and down. “Being without you was slowly killing me and I'm just,” pulling away to look at me. He took my face between his large hands, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs and pecking my lips. “I fucked up so bad,Sophie.” I nodded, sniffling back tears. He buried his face back into my neck and left more wet kisses on my skin. I was responding to him in a way I knew wasn’t healthy or safe and I had to stop. "Perry, stop," I said, pushing on his chest to get him off me. He lifted his head again staring deeply into my eyes and for a moment I saw a glimpse of the man I was once in love with. My hand found the side of his face and I slowly traced his jawline and chin, forgetting that I was never supposed to touch his face unless he said I could. He snatched my hand away so fast, squeezing it until the pain sliced through me. I took a deep breath, clenching my teeth together. "I told you to never touch me unless I say you can," he said sternly. I swallowed, peering up at him. “I’m sorry,” I squeeked.

Releasing my hand, Perry backed away from me, giving me room to move, and wandered over to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cabinet."Do you know why I never called or wrote, Sophie?” My head was still reeling from what just happened between us, that his question didn’t even register at first. I followed him into the kitchen, watching as he filled the glasses with my only bottle of red wine. “I don’t know Perry, why didn’t you?’ He handed me a glass, which I took, but didn’t drink. “I was ashamed, that’s why. I didn’t know how to face you after what I did.” I wanted to believe him, god knows I did, but the voice inside my head was screaming at me not to. He took the glass from my hand and sat it back down, sliding his hands around my face and pulling me in for another heated kiss. I was breathless when we parted. Perry grinned, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and tapping the end of my nose. It was a cute gesture that normally would have made me smile, but not this time. I was through being broken by him.

"You’re never going to make any of the past right, Perry.” “Then let’s start over; fresh and new.” I shook my head and took a step back. “No, I don’t want to. It's over, Perry; for good. What happened between us is in the past and what's done is done. I don’t want a life anymore.” I watched the last of the kindness leave his eyes as the evil that drove him to hurt me seeped in. I gasped the moment he swept the wine glass off the counter, sending them crashing to the kitchen floor. The sound of glass breaking and shattering on the tile was so loud as the crimson color of the wine spread like blood. Perry’s hand wrapped around my neck and was pressing so hard against my throat, choking me. I gasped for air, clawing at his hands and dragging my nails down his arms. He yelled out, seething through his teeth. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed, hitting me for the first time across my face and sending waves of tremendous pain through me that only worsened when he began to shake me like a rag doll. My back slammed against the wall sending pictures crashing to the floor as his hand came down again and slapped me so hard it was enough to make my lips begin to bleed. “Since you don’t want to play the way I want you to play, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t obey,” throwing a punch to my gut. I groaned loudly, sliding down the wall no longer able to stand from the pain I was now in. My body was in shock and I couldn’t stop it from shaking.

“Beg for me to stop, and maybe I will,” Perry fumed, breathing heavily. I shook my head, crying uncontrollably. “I said beg, whore! That’s what you are! I bet you’ve slept with every man who’s crossed your path since I’ve been gone.” I continued shaking my head, moaning and mumbling “no”. He reached down and pulled me to my feet, hitting me again before slamming me against the wall. "I fucking love you, Sophie. All I've ever wanted was for you to love me in return.” “But I did love you, Perry," I screamed out through my pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the blood and dripping onto the floor. "I was so in love with you, but you were too wrapped up in yourself to see. And then you started hurting me and all the love I had for you began to fade. You have no idea how much I loved you,” I stammered, looking him deep into his eyes. There was so much confusion and hurt written all over his face, but before any of it could reach his heart, he jabbed his fist into my side and grabbed me by the hair, leading me to the living and throwing me to the floor, just like he did the night he left me. I was terrified of what was coming next.

Crawling my way to the sofa, Perry grabbed my legs and pulled me back, slapping me a few more times before straddling me. “I want your pussy baby. I want what’s mine!” I started swinging at him, trying to hit him anywhere, but couldn’t. Once he got a hold on my hands, he pinned them on each side of my head, but I wouldn’t stop squirming and thrashing around as hard as I could. “Get off me, Perry,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying any of my neighbors would hear. Perry grunted as he tried to keep me still. We continued to struggle and wrestle for a few moments and I was getting tired, but I couldn’t allow Perry to get the upper hand on me. If he did, I knew I’d end up in the hospital again or worse; dead. Releasing one of my hands so he could undo the button on my jeans, it seized the chance to take back my life by slamming my fist into the side of Perry’s face. Screaming in rage, he let go and sat back, holding his face in pain. He yelled, but I didn’t give him any chance to do anything more to me as I slid my leg out from under him and slammed it into between his chest and stomach. “Fuck you, Perry,” I screamed, watching as he fell back into my tv stand, knocking everything off, including the tv. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbing my phone that I had left on the chair by the front door, I quickly undid the locks and ran out of my apartment, never looking back.

CHAPTER 3 PT.1

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band

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howzaboutsomewaterysalt · 9 months ago

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Some mutant mayhem drawings. Here’s a Mikey having a cig.

Two more! Raphael and Donatello! The one with Raphael I planned to be a comic called ‘blue umbrella’, displaying an argument between Raphael and Leonardo.

And lastly our Leonardo. I put some Venus fly traps in the background because I thought it was cool or something. My style has changed a lot, I really like the dots now and I LOVE MUTANT MAYHEM IT IS BEAUTIFUL FIGHT ME! I like the fact the lines don’t need to be perfect, and I enjoy drawing things like cross hatching and, on a whole, more sketchy line art. It doesn’t have to be perfect.

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thelunarsystemwrites · 8 months ago

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(Tw: S.A, weight, and snakes is mentioned!)

So this kinda a PJO person? But she's a general Greek mythology OC!

After Poseidon... had his way with Medusa, and she was turned into a gorgon by Athena—Months later, she had his baby... a demigoddess.

Of course, the baby turned to stone the second they opened their eyes and looked at Medusa.

The baby was left in stone, and for years... many years she was preserved in stone, years until back in the early 2010s, an older couple found her.

They thought the statue looked so... interesting. And took it home.

And for whatever reason, that's when the curse finally broke. And the baby was alive again.

Both the couple could see through the mist. And yet they just found her so endearing, it was weird that she didn't turn them to stone...

So, they raised her.

She took on their last name, Stone. And they decided to call her Vera. She went to school, she was shy and soft spoken—Just a kid.

As years when by, each snake on her head also seemed to have a bit of personality. Vera named each one after the planets, then one Sun, one Star, and one Moon. A head of twelve snakes.

She loved her parents—Though they tended to call themselves her grandparents instead.

As she got older... mistakes happened. She didn't know she could... turn others to stone... until it was too late.

The first time it happened, a dog came our and lunged at her! She got spooked, and as she flinched and looked at it—Stone...

The second time it happened, is when she had to leave for camp... She hadn't meaned to... but, her parents—Her mom accidentally scared her and bam she was stone! And the second she looked at he dad, he met the same fate...

She needs to learn how to undo it...

ABILITIES:

Can turn others to stone. (Only works if she's startled/scared)

Can breathe under water, as can her snakes.

Has very limited hydrokinesis. (<- can move water, but definitely not a lot.)

Immune to nearly all venoms, toxins, posions.

Can bite and inject venom. As can her snake hair.

Can talk to reptiles, specifically snakes.

DOWNSIDES:

Can't undo stone.

Can't control who turns to stone if she's startled/looks at them.

Mirrors shatter if she looks at them.

Snakes have a complete mind of their own, and do what they want when they want too.

Cold weather slows her down a lot. Too cold makes her go unconscious.

Can't eat anything snakes can't.

INFO:

Inherited her mother's beauty.

Tear markings are permanent on her skin.

Terrified of Greek gods.

Dislikes Athena and Poseidon.

Has Theophobia, Eisoptrophobia, Androphobia, Aichmophobia, and Emetophobia.

The snakes on her head are blue-lipped sea krait.

Has severe anxiety.

Self conscious about her weight.

Very fidgety.

Autistic/ADHD/Dyslexia/Dyscalculia/Dysgraphia/Epileptic.

Full name is Vera Medousa Stone.

Put of Flight/Fight/Freeze/Fawn. Her scared reaction is Freeze.

Has a good relationship with Medusa.

Anddd, there she is! She/Her. Uabeled gender/oriantation.

And here's her snakes names!

Mercury. - Likes talking/hissing... a lot. Fairly friendly.

Venus. - Very friendly, bites a lot like a venus fly trap, but doesn't enject venom (it's her way of showing affection)

Earth. - Glutton, likes eating.

Mars. - The most aggressive, WILL bite (NOT FRIENDLY NOM NOMS!)

Jupiter. - Kinda flirty, he flirts with other snakes.

Saturn. - Confused, and very confuzzeled they will be.

Uranus. - Jokester.

Neptune. - Jerk.

Pluto. - The smallest snake, right behind Vera's ear, he's very quiet.

Sun. - Sassy, doesn't bite, gossips, thinks he's the bestest snake ever.

Star. - DERPY.

Moon. - So done with Sun's stuff, she's much closer with Vera.

Vera is uh, VERY ashamed of who her godly parent is, Poseidon. Poor thing.

Its Canon shes been mistaken for a monster 7 times. (<- just put that there so I'll remember it.)

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