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cinnamon-bunni · 25 days ago

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Day 20: Hot Cider

hiii here is my first (and only, sadly) fic for Obey Me Month!!! i meant to do other days, but alas, i never got around to finishing them;;; which is sad, because i was SO excited to write about them lol (one being about Lucifer being posessed by a ghost, and another of Simeon becoming a fallen angel with Raphael's POV of it happening).

this was also made for AI-less Whumptober! the prompts i had used for this fic were "Enemy to Caretaker" and “'if you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now'”!

either way!! i really like this one, so i hope you all do as well!! please enjoy it!

read it on ao3! word count: 3.6k pairing: gen (Satan & Lucifer)

Satan should have considered things going awry since the beginning. But he was so sure that it wouldn't, that he was smart enough to avoid whatever accidents or disasters that could have appeared if he didn't follow the rules to a T, but here he was, so sick that he couldn't even leave his bed. He was an idiot.

It had been exactly five months since the Fall; since Lucifer and his brothers had arrived in the Devildom, since Diavolo invited them in, since they started to reside in the House of Lamentation. Five months since her death. The angelic sister to the brothers that he had memories of that weren't his own. It was obvious from the beginning that no one quite knew what to do with him, and Satan had felt the same way towards them. Rage pulses through his veins, leaving him to snap and growl at any of them that got to close—especially him. Lucifer. All of them were annoying in their own right, but it was something about the once great morning star that made him his vision go red and want to destroy everything around him.

Leviathan was an annoying, sniveling so-called demon, who swayed between being a wallflower and a weeping mess. Asmodeus loved to touch him and pretend like everything was fine, leaving Satan to fantasize about ripping off that cheery smile off his face. Mammon liked to flaunt power that he didn't have—proclaiming to be Satan's older brother when he wasn't, they weren't brothers—and tried to boss him around before getting scared by the feral power that Satan possessed. At least the twins left him alone, clearly more focused on sticking together like they were conjoined at the hip, licking their own wounds without much care for anyone else around them. And then there was Lucifer; the one who tried time after time to reign him in, not even batting an eye as threats ceaselessly flew out of Satan's mouth.

Satan hated him. He hated the memories he had, the pride that flowed in his blood, and that look in his eyes. Everyone looked at Satan like that, but it was different with Lucifer.

Satan at least wasn't alone on his hatred towards the eldest demon. Belphegor also hated Lucifer, and he knew it was because her death. Satan never touched that subject—he knew he wasn't allowed to. Thinking about her felt...weird. It was looking at her through a different lens, different pair of eyes. Satan hated Lucifer for that, too. Subjecting that too him. Making him remember things he wasn't even there for. For simply bringing him to existence.

Sometimes it was the smaller things that made Satan blow up, though. The last five months had been the same, sans the hesitance of everyone around him. Granted, they do still sometimes chain him down at times, when his temper takes over and he's "too far gone" in their opinion, but they didn't stare at him with bewilderment as much.

(Lucifer still stared, though. He was going to claw that demon's eyes out one of these days.)

Taking revenge on someone was something Satan started to do after he watched Belphegor do it. He didn't know what had started it, but apparently Belphegor had done something to the soap used for their dishwasher, leaving a huge mess of suds.

"That's what you get," Belphegor had sneered at Mammon, the one who had accidentally started it. It had left the dishwasher broken, leaving the rest of them having to hand-wash everything from then on, but Satan didn't stay mad at long. His mind lingered on those words that the youngest said to his brother.

(Maybe one of these days, Satan could say it to Lucifer, for everything he'd done. Everything he hadn't done. For everything.)

After that incident, which would go down in history as the infamous "the soapsuds incident," Satan figured that he could do the same towards the Avatar of Pride. Why not? Lucifer was always denying Satan of something, always getting on his nerves, and was usually the reason he lost his cool in the first place. It was in Satan's right to get back at him, wasn't it?

Belphegor had done something childish, something simple. What if Satan went above and beyond, something better? Ruining someone’s day ought to be so much easier if it was done with a curse, right?

Satan wouldn’t say magic was his forte by any means, but books were his best friend. And with them came knowledge of sigils, summoning circles, curses, and the hypothetical of potion creating. He doubted he'd ever dabble in the latter, but curses? Curses could be made for just about anything: ranging causing true pain and suffering to your mortal enemy, causing them a terrible death; to feeling as though their hands are constantly covered in caked-up flour that they can't get off; even to just ensuring someone to have the hiccups for twenty-four hours. The possibilities were endless, and it certainly piqued Satan's interest.

Trying out curses, especially in secret, was hard. He stopped doing the secret part of it though, instead deciding to hide it as just a passing interesting if someone—Lucifer—asked about it. Satan was proud of the progress he had made in just the week alone, and after being unjustly denied a trip down to a cafe to relax and have some time to himself outside of the stuffy old House, he decided it was the perfect time to try out a simple curse on Lucifer.

Hard cut to Satan in bed, a fever wracking through his body, with his vision so bad he was practically seeing double. If only Lucifer was the one experiencing this.

The curse was a simple one to give a few symptoms that mimicked the common cold. A bit of a cough, maybe an annoying headache. Something that couldn't be traced back to Satan. So why was he the one to be the receiving end of a much worse version of it? What had he done wrong?

Lucifer probably would have done it correctly. The thought of that made Satan want to tear up one of his pillows, but had no strength to do so. Instead, he wallowed in misery.

(Lucifer wouldn't have royally fucked up, not like this.)

Satan didn't know what time it was. Hell, he wasn't even sure how much time had passed since he first woke up—it was hard to stay awake, much less think any coherent thoughts. His mind mainly lingered on his anger towards Lucifer; everything besides that was fuzzy at best.

There was a knock on his door. At least, Satan believed so. It was hard to hear, like trying to listen to a TV while being submerged underwater (another symptom to be tallied, if he were paying acute attention to it. Safe to say, Satan was not). He groaned at the noise that, quite possibility, didn't even exist in the first place. Time seemed to jump around and also never pass while he was miserable and unable to even able get a single word out. He wasn't able to keep track of how many seconds, minutes, or even hours had passed between every time he blinked.

If Satan strained his eyes to focus, then he could see a shadowy....thing. A humanoid-figure. Two of them, but he was pretty sure that was because of his double-vision. It was someone that hadn't been invited in, who decided to just barge in without Satan's permission. At the faint thought of the violation of his personal space, he growled.

Well, attempted to growl was probably more fitting. Because the second he tried to make a sound, a horrible cough left him instead, his scratchy throat leave him only in pain when he tried to put it into use.

The hovering figure above said something, and if Satan focused hard enough, he could hear the voice. What they were saying, he had no idea; the words could not be processed by his brain in a way that made sense to him. The only thing that stood out was the voice itself. Right as Satan connected that voice to a familiar face, a glove had was pressed onto his forehead.

Satan flinched away from the cool touch, and gave a proper growl this time—his throat hated him for it, but he swallowed down his coughs. No way in hell was this asshole here. But Lucifer continued to speak, more of something Satan couldn't understand. He wanted to yell at the Avatar of Pride to leave him alone, to mind his own damn business, but a soft croak came out in its stead.

Satan then settled on glaring as hard as he could, in hopes that maybe that would deter the demon before him. At first it had worked, or so Satan had thought. He was proud of it, being left alone in his room to lay in his sweat-soaked clothes, but then moments later Lucifer was back.

Something freezing cold was pushed against his lips. He kept his mouth shut tight and titled his head to the side to fight away whatever it was Lucifer was trying to do to him. There was more words that came from Lucifer, ones that Satan still didn't understand.

"Leave," was all he was able to croak out before it was followed by another coughing fit, worse than the last.

More cold, gloved hands were on him, grabbing and moving him like he was a lifeless doll. Not that he could fight it off, as much as Satan wanted to. His limbs felt like lead, and his head filled with fuzzballs. Next thing he knew, he was placed into a sitting position with his back against the headrest. It was cold just as everything else was, and Satan absentmindedly wished to be able to wrap a blanket around his body. Considering how he couldn't even bat Lucifer away from him, he doubted he could do a simple action such as that.

He shivered.

With squinted eyes, Satan watched as Lucifer moved close again, with something in his hand. Whatever it was, it was pressed against Satan's mouth once more, this time with more force to try and pry his lips open.

Satan, again, moved his head away to fight back. Something left Lucifer—a distinctive sigh of disappointment that would've made Satan smirk in triumph. If he had any energy he certainly would have, but right now he was panting like he had just competed in a triathlon just to be able to breathe properly. More talking, more of Satan not being able to understand. If anything, the more he strains his ears, the further away Lucifer sounded.

Which, fine by him. Anything to at least give the illusion that Lucifer of all demons wasn't right beside him.

The item Satan still wasn't able to identify was pressed onto his lips for a third time. Satan repeated the same action for a third time, unwilling to do a single thing Lucifer wanted him to do. He may be sick or cursed or sick via curse or whatever, but he wasn't going to go down easy for Lucifer to laugh at.

He was sure it would work again. And it did, to a point. But then Lucifer pinched his nostrils closed.

His eyes widened at the sudden inability to breathe. He was quick to open his mouth for air, and in lieu of it came a cold liquid. He choked and sputtered on it, the cool water—because it was water, Lucifer was trying to force-feed him water—suddenly turning burning hot the second it entered his throat. He spat out what he could, and with the container drawn away from him, the water quickly soaked deep into his clothes and sheets.

He wanted to yell, to scream at Lucifer. How dare he fucking try limit his breathing just to fucking do that to him? Who did he think he was? What, did he think forcing down gallons of water down his gullet would help? That Satan even wanted his help?

(Satan wanted nothing that Lucifer offered. He wanted nothing to do with the demon.)

Instead of saying any of that, Satan groaned and closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep. Never had his anger made him sleepy before, but he shouldn't be surprised. Right now he just wanted to rest.

There was more talking, something louder against the waves of fuzz that washed through his head. Lucifer should've just been happy that he stayed sitting up; it was probably uncomfortable to sleep on a water-soaked mattress. Satan took in deep breathes as he basked in the darkness, calming himself down. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend Lucifer wasn't even there.

Time passed. It didn't feel like much to Satan, but Lucifer's hand had grabbed onto his shoulder and shook him hard. He opened his eyes back only to glare, before closing them again with a softer groan. It hurt too much to speak. If he could, he would've said a lot of choice words to the older demon, but as of right now, all he could do was to try and drift to sleep.

Of course though, Lucifer wouldn't have that. Lucifer practically lived to deny Satan anything and everything. Something new was pressed against his mouth—really, Satan was getting tired of this bullshit—something warm, this time. Satan didn't have the energy to fight, despite the cursing that was going through his head. He couldn't bring himself to fight off Lucifer anymore.

This time, a warm, gentler liquid was poured into his mouth. It soothed the feeling his throat immensely, a pleased hum leaving Satan as he drank it. There was an aching pain as his throat muscles worked it down, but the soothing elements of the drink won that battle. The taste of it was familiar to Satan, though he couldn't place how. He racked his brain, but he was always brought back to the idea of rest. He kept his eyes closed, his head nodding off to one side. He didn't shake off the hand that fixed his matted hair despite how desperately he wanted to. All he could do was fall back asleep.

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His mouth was full of cotton balls when he woke up. Not literally of course, but the fuzzy feeling there felt new and odd to him. He forced himself to sit up, his sore body protesting as he did so, and stared at the first thing that caught his attention. The more his mind cleared the louder it got in its confusion and protests at the sight that sat beside his bed.

Lucifer was there, seated in a chair that was probably drawn up from the common room, with his head tilted down, eyes closed, and arms crossed. Suddenly, at the clear sight of him there, everything flooded back to him; the in-and-out state he had been in yesterday—or perhaps it had been earlier that day, Satan couldn't remember—where he had been drifting in and out of sleep, before Lucifer had come in to try and help.

Why it had to be Lucifer, Satan didn't know. His grip on his blankets tightened. If had been Beelzebub or Belphegor, or even Mammon, Satan wouldn't have minded as much. But no, it was Lucifer; the demon he despised with every fiber of his being, the demon who taunted and smirked at him whenever he won, whenever he cracked into Satan's own pride bit-by-bit.

(Lucifer would never let him down after this, would he? Satan wanted to kill him at the thought.)

The curse should have worked dammit. Why had it backfired? What had Satan done wrong? He followed everything down to the letter, so why had it hurt him that badly, and not who he had targeted.

Satan hastily grabbed his pillow, and threw it with as much strength he could muster at Lucifer. Which was a lot, despite his sickness just hours ago, because it was enough to almost knock Lucifer out of his chair. It didn't happen, which was a shame, really.

Lucifer's eyes snapped open and quickly landed onto Satan. A glare formed as Lucifer stated, "It appears that you're feeling better, then."

"Get out," Satan answered with. His voice was hoarse, his throat still not in the best condition, but he didn't care. A moment longer with him and Satan was going to go apeshit. "I don't want to even look at you right now."

"Now, is that what you say to someone who saved your life?" And there it was: that smug aura that consumed everything around Lucifer. A cocky, shit-eating grin was on Lucifer's face as he continued. "You should be thankful, really."

"For what? For trying to suffocate me, or for trying to drown me?" He reached behind for another pillow; he tossed it at Lucifer with just as much strength as the last, but Lucifer caught it. Satan growled. "I don't have to say shit to you."

The fucking smirk didn't leave Lucifer's face. Satan wanted to claw it off. "Need I remind you what condition you were in? Or were you too out of it to realize the severity of the situation?"

"I didn't need you," Satan sneered. "I would've been fine."

Lucifer had the audacity to scoff—the sound made Satan bear his teeth. "If I wasn't around, you'd be long dead by now."

"Shut it," Satan hissed, "I don't care what you have to say. Get out of my room."

Lucifer shook his head. "How ungrateful," he muttered, and continued in a threateningly low voice, his glare sharp. "Do you even understand what was happening to you? That you were dying because of your actions? I saw the page you were on in that book of yours—it's an easy curse to mess up. Any mediocre caster would've made the same mistake as you did. And because of that, you almost died. You're severely lucky that I knew how to cure it. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here right now. So don't go be disrespecting me like that, not after fixing something you caused."

Satan hated that his cheeks flushed, like he was a child being scolded by their parent. He wished he had more things to throw at him and his dumb face—or maybe the power to scratch and bite at Lucifer. That would be nice.

"Whatever," he spat, "just leave already. I don't need your fucking gloating ass in here. I get it, now go away."

Lucifer tsked, and sighed, "Very well." He raised from his chair with poise, dusting off invisible dirt as he did so. "I left the antidote for the curse in that mug. I mixed in some extra ingredients in order to make it go down easier. Drink it. Or don't. Your choice, really, but I'm sure you want to make sure that the curse is completely gone. Wouldn't want to go through that whole ordeal again, now do we?"

With one final flash of a smirk, Lucifer excused himself from the room. The second the door clicked close, Satan searched for a pillow; one was on the floor, the other left on the chair by Lucifer, so Satan instead balled up a blanket, pressed it against his face, and screamed.

Damn Lucifer and his arrogance. He wanted to kill him. The smirk wouldn't leave his head—that know-it-all look, that mightier-than-thou tone in his voice. He wanted to destroy it, to dig his nails into his face until it was a bloody mess.

He stopped screaming. He lowered the blanket a few seconds later, and stared at the conspicuous mug on the bedside table. He hated that his throat was sore, and hated even more that there was no water in sight, nothing other than the drink Lucifer had left as proof that he had won.

Satan leaned over to grab it. The mug was cold. He swished it around; the amber-colored liquid only filled up to a quarter of the mug, and was probably lukewarm. With an upset huff, Satan took a sip of it.

He recognized the taste; it was the same one that Lucifer had forced onto him earlier, the one that had actually went down. He wasn't able to identify the flavors then, but despite being cold, he was able to confidently name the drink this time.

It was apple cider. Hot, once, but now cold enough that it made Satan wince slightly at the worsened taste from being left out. Whatever the antidote was that Lucifer said he had used also messed with the flavor of it as well, leaving him dissatisfied with what once was a good cider. Unfortunately, he drank more of it. There wasn't much left of it anyway, and it helped soothed his throat. In seconds, he drank down the last few drops of it,

(Satan liked hot apple cider. He didn't think he's ever told anyone, though.)

Once he was done, he stared down into it for a moment. His grip on the mug was tight as he replayed the events of what had happened over and over again in his head. Losing to Lucifer, being bested by him by something so dumb as messing up a curse, the utter misery he had felt during those hours, and Lucifer's succeeding smile because he was just so fucking proud of himself for winning. He thought about Lucifer putting the antidote into a home-made apple cider so it would be palatable for him to drink.

The ceramic cracked a bit from his grip. Before it could completely break under his grip, Satan threw it at the door. Distantly, he acknowledged the shattering noise of the mug breaking into pieces, but as it did he buried his head into his blanket once more and screamed until his throat was bloody.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me fic

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cosmiischillin · 6 months ago

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I am alittle bored so hey! Here are some Fun Facts/Headcanons for the characters in Twilight Town (Reminder: Twilight Town is takes place in a rebooted version of the Ruby Gloom cartoon where they’re all adults)

1. Iris is the youngest of the main 8 with Ruby being a few months older. Frank is considered the oldest being a second older than his twin Len. (Halo would have been oldest overall at 2100 but I decided to only portray her as 21)

2. Misery is a native Irish speaker though she can speak several other languages thanks to her family tree including Latin, Chinese, French, and Swedish.

3. When Skull was 13, he tried to change his name to Skull Guy but literally no one liked it so he dropped the second part of his name. Misery, Frank, and Len still call him Skull Boy from time to time to tease him since they’re older than him.

4. Ruby’s middle name is Lily which I got from Lily Munster.

5. Frank is actually Frank II. His father, Frank Frankenstein is the first. In fact. My friend said the twins names together sounded like Frankenstein (Frank) L(eN) Stein.

6. Both Frank and Len have separation anxiety due to how long they’ve been conjoined. If not near by each other for long periods of time, they get anxious and tend to lash out more.

7. Jackie was my first ever OC for anything and back then her name was Lantern. She was never gonna be shipped with anyone until recently where she’s with Len.

8. Misery has the highest kill count of the group at 666 via natural disasters and freak accidents. Frank and Len are in second place with 25 kills and will resort to eating humans to get rid of evidence.

9. Skull has never killed someone but he is capable of it as he took up marksmanship as one of his 100+ hobbies.

10. Ruby’s more monstrous side is based on Other Mother from Coraline, Nightmarionne from FNAF, Eltrich and Lovecraftian monsters, Raggedy Ann, and Wally Darling from Welcome Home!

#TwilightTownAU #ruby gloom au #ruby gloom #ruby gloom oc

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mintyyyshake9000 · 2 years ago

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Dude I love this so much! This would totally be the OG twins and my Conjoined! Twins 😂 (accept for the "thinking the other twin was dead" part lol)

if LM!disaster twins ever meet the OG twins 🤣

“oh, everything’s cool and fine” “we tolerate each other” “they’re fucked up in the head omg-”

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( 🌿 please do NOT repost, edit, trace, use, and/or sell 🌿 )

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #LF!disaster twins #conjoined disaster twins

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lucidskittler · 1 year ago

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THE CONNECTION BETWEEN SUKUNA AND KENKAJU IS INSANELY SIMPLE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT FLEW OVER OUR HEADS!

I might mention spoilers so explanation under the cut.

We've been too busy on finding out the relationship between Sukuna and Yuji that we neglected to focus of Ryomen Sukuna's mythological origin alone. 😳

Ryomen Sukuna is an entity which actually originates from japanese lore, and depending on which lore he could be a demon commiting heinous crimes like in "Nihon Shoki", or could be a real life person who was in service for the emperor with a temple built in his (Sukuna's) honor in Japan's Gihu prefecture, or in an even more recent urban legend, was previously the source of a cult's power in his life time and eventually mummified and became a source of curses and disasters in his death. In the first two, Sukuna is depicted as a clever and powerful being with immense fighting skill. And in all three of these stories, they describe his appearance as having two faces, two pairs of arms, and two pairs of legs.

Two faces.

Two faces could also mean two heads, right? If that were the case, then that would also mean Ryomen Sukuna had to have two brains. But, if that were the case, what happened to the other one?

In the entire manga, we conveniently have just that-- a brain, possessing sorcerers with no body of its own, with his original identity unknown. KENKAJU!

Yes, I'm implying that Kenkaju and Ryomen Sukuna are twins. And not your average twins but conjoined twins! I think this alone could explain his power since he is an anomaly even by jujutsu standards. Jujutsu gods might have pitied his existence or that he was simply a glitch that either way he was granted some sort of heavenly restriction, or I dont know, in his case, it might as well be called heavenly liberation as he is entirely blessed with both physical prowess and powerful sorcerery. More on this later, for now let's focus on Kenkaju and Ryomen Sukuna being twins.

Them being twins actually explains a lot! Like how Kenkaju got Sukuna to join the culling game for one. It was simply because Kenkaju was in it, and since in the JJK universe twins are one entity, what binds one, binds the other as well. Two, Kenkaju creating a perfect vessel for Sukuna in Yuji, he was Yuji's mom for crying out loud. What could yield a better compatability than him creating a vessel for himself. (Considering again that in the jjk universe Kenkaju and Ryomen Sukuna are one). It could even possibly hint at Kenkaju's end goal with the culling game only ending only with the condition of Geto Suguru and Megumi Fushiguro surviving (which is Kenkaju's plan of leaving only him and Sukuna alone) Another theory on this later.

Let's move on to the physical appearances of both:

1) Ryomen Sukuna from the lore had two faces. But Ryomen Sukuna from the anime simply has four eyes, i don't know about the nose, but the second mouth could be on Kenkaju, since he's practically just that, a brain with a mouth. But some could argue the fact that in the latest chapters of jjk where Sukuna begins to take his true form that shows us that he has a second huge mouth on his abdomen. So this theory doesn't hold water because of that.

2) Look at Sukuna's true form:

I always wondered why one side of his face was is always drawn so askew. Following my theory, I think that's where the other face/ Kenkaju used to be.

That's about it for now. 😅

#jjk #jjk theories #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #kenkaju #meta #jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuji #yuji

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skekilla · 4 months ago

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i havent been posting stuff for my original stories lately but i think its about time i show off my girls! these two are Ange and Ella and they exist in post-nuclear breakdown America. this world is one where the Cuban Missile Crisis went horribly wrong, causing six major cities to become decimated nuclear wastes---now called RadCons and encased in big walls by the remaining fragments of the USA. these RadCons are isolated and extremely rough to be in, but the outside is only a little better. still, the hope of freedom and safety out there is enough to drive these twins out of the wreckage of New York City. theyre on a trip across the continent to Seattle to see the '62 world fair's space needle that they've seen ads about and dreamed of since they were born conjoined, sharing a six-chamber heart! and the trip is unpleasant :D

i do adore my girls very much, they have been through a lot!!! an essential fun fact about them is that when they grew up in RadCon-3 (New York) they were raised by this really nasty and gruesome gang that used to all just be a bunch of medical professionals in a women's hospital but overtime evolved into this crazed group. and Ange and Ella were kinda the group's prized possession, especially the leader! shes the one who kept the twins alive and made their heart work (as pictured below) but she also sucks :)

personality-wise, Ange is very firey but also empathetic, while Ella is more clever, quiet, and calculating. theyre 15---born just six months after the nuclear disaster, and mutated within their mother's womb because of the radiation around her

ive got so much more info about them and their story but thatll be for later if i decide to do more work on this story!

#six-chamber #art #original story #oc #nuclear #nuclear apocalypse #conjoined #atompunk #60s #70s

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mintyyyshake9000 · 1 year ago

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Pt 1 :3

Raph would carry Leo and Donnie a lot growing up. Y'know, older overprotective brother instincts and all that lol he did it less as they got older but he still would randomly pick them up and carry them

#conjoined au #conjoined disaster twins #disaster twins #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt au #rottmnt fanart #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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mintyyyshake9000 · 2 years ago

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OMG WAIT YOU GUYS MY CONJOINED TWINS AU WAS ADDED TO THIS I AM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW

Preliminary Votes List (1)

List of creators and their creations for the preliminary votes! I would've put these in but I was conked out last night my apologies. AND I REACHED THE LIMIT GOOD LORD

Residuum - @rottmnt-residuum Donnie 2.0 - @domesticatedopossum Mutant Manhunt - @baskeigh-ball Raphs on Raphs - @gumball-gotdamb-watterson Separate Dreams - @55cdfc-f7a8b8-ffffff-f7a8b8-55cd8b8-55cd Same As It Never Was - @kittynumyum Homographs - @realmsalot Mer(tles) - @quewp1 Turtles of the Hour - @ranchshark Wishing on Reflecting Street Puddles - @loonbark Out of the Shadows and Into the Neon - @obsidiancreates Things Will Be Fine - @skeletonjock Third From The Son / Dawning of the Hour - @thedawningofthehour Raph meets Little Y'gythba - Submitter did not give a user to anything Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis - a_platypus (ao3) Winged Turtles - @mobiitez Conjoined Disaster Twins - @mintyyyshake9000 Banana Split - @alexcant578 Pieces of Home - @daedelweiss And One to Grow On - @zelgadis55 The Question is Violence and the Answer is Pizza - anon (ao3) Two Arms Left - @intotheelliwoods Adopted Mikey - @tblsomedoodles Unfamiliar Familiar - Torable (ao3) Life Transitions - @purplefuzzysocks Seratello - @noodlenoodlenoodlenoodle Tenative Devotee - @s0fti3w1tch TMNT CY.V1 - @ikemengoessbrrrrr Adopted Donnie - @/tblsomedoodles We Ran Out Of Rats - @sheltered-uno Seer Twins - @/tblsomedoodles Sewer - @mej2235 Giovanni Twins - @enthblaze Dystopia - @alexthenerdbird (on twitter too) Five Nights at Leo's - @nrrrdgrrrl2002 Sewer Punks - @kettle-bird Coin Toss - @ gemini forest (ao3) Little Scraps of Wisdom - clandestineClairvoyant (ao3) Trans-Dimensional Chaos - @tmnt-obsessed-ace Turtle Loops - @sunnylighter Sea Bunny - InkySpikes (Twitter) Prince - @beannary Three Days To Live - @spectrumscribe The Future Left Behind - @shittygaypornmagazine Odd Man Out - @threestripeslider Teenage Mutant Neglected Turtles - @nerves-nebula Journal - LemurzSquad (ao3) Universal Collision - @misteria247 Casino - Malka_gol (TikTok) Prolonged Agony - @archtype-archives (ao3) Behind the Scenes / Actor - @catboycamdotcom Turtle Trauma Powerfield - @donatellokinnersinner Vendetta - Adelfie (Fanfic.net) Prime Leo - @darth-sonny His World - @skylerskyhigh Memoria Damnum - @aduckmurder In Search of Shadows - @echakazul (ao3) The Jersey Incident - Averycreativeusername (ao3) The Shinobi's Garden - @taizi Murals and Mutants - @aslitheryprinx TMNT: The Last of Us - @deedeeprince164

#literally jumping up and down right now!#flapping my hands like crazy!#EXPLODING #conjoined disaster twins

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roalinda · 1 year ago

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A small something for @prongsfoot-microfic

I have two months prompts worth to fill but let us pretend it's still May. 🙈

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May 9 : Royalty

Potter and Black were disgusting.

Potter, too spoiled and arrogant and Black, too haughty and elegant were disasters in disguise, always glued together like conjoined twins. They were two halves of one, a puzzle with only two pieces. No intruders were allowed in their glass globe. It was a private dimension closed to all but the two of them, a galaxy for the brightest star of the sky and his sun to settle.

They were the most infuriating migraine, an infectious disease, one that could kill agonizingly slow and painful. They were stupidly clever with strings of advanced sorcery and secrets wrapped around their wands, heavy magic pouring from their fingers to dazzle all. A unique bundle of charms they were, a raw force of nature, a breeze and a hurricane. They were dangerous and unhinged.

But in reality, James Potter and Sirius black were nothing without each other. James was just a lonely little boy before Hogwarts, wishing for fuel to his fire and Sirius Black was nothing but a dreamer, longing for a moth to his flame. The moment they saw each other, they were one.

Dressed in Gryffindor's gold and red, they were royalty, kings with invisible crowns, blessed with cruelty and courtesy. They were between the few lucky ones who had found their soulmate early with no struggle or suffering.

At least that was what Severus Snape thought until the royal castle fell into ruin, regicide and betrayal burning everything into ashes. The tyrant kings lost their heads to the guillotine, one slaughtered ruthlessly by the enemy and the other locked away in the most terrific exile.

He should have been happy. He should have been content. Then why was he crying?

'He has Lily's eyes.'

#Prongsfoot #Prongsfoot microfic #James potter #Sirius black

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crystallinearts · 1 year ago

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so hey guys, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year! if you want, come be writing buddies with me! https://nanowrimo.org/participants/aj-strong

and check out my latest project, which I'm hoping will be my first published novel (if I'm able to publish it for people to read for free somewhere uwu), The Lovely Disaster Sideshow! It's a mystery, horror, adventure, historical, weird mishmash that takes place in a Victorian Era circus!

Here's the cover, and below the cut are some bullet-point details about the main characters!! Let me know what you think so far, and... well, get ready for me to do very little else throughout November XD

ABIGAIL HUGHES AND EULALIA "LALI" HUGHES

Mother and daughter protagonists

Abigail (late 20s) is missing a hand and Lali (6 years old) is unable to speak due to trauma (Abigail’s missing hand and Lali’s trauma are both from the accident which killed Abigail’s husband)

They fill the jobs of whatever needs done within the circus after joining; cooking, mending, running errands

Abigail occasionally performs with Bharata after he teaches her tricks on how to live without one hand

Lali enjoys working with Estelle and Cedar particularly, but the entire circus is protective of her as their youngest member

Native English

RINGMASTER

The circus ringleader, the master of ceremonies who runs shows and hires new workers

A friendly fellow (late 30s-early 40s) who welcomes anyone into the circus, regardless of disabilities or age, as long as they can work in some way or another

Creative in describing the sideshows to attract the attention of the public

In reality a cold, calculating bigot who is bitter toward, resentful of, and disgusted by the ‘freaks’ he employs in the circus

Native English

GWYNN

“The Eyeless Albino” visual oddity (pure white hair, no eyes)

A young man (early 20s) who is completely albino and was born without any eyes

He is entirely blind and relies on other people (most often Bharata and Siobhan) to help him around, though he’s learned to navigate most of the circus by sound as long as he has landmarks to go by; new areas confuse him until he learns the layout

His skin burns incredibly easily, meaning he often carries a parasol to block sun rays even when it’s cloudy

(His parasol also double functions as a makeshift cane) Welsh and a little English

SIOBHAN

“A Marvelous Mouth” sword swallower and fire breather

A young woman (early 30s) who is a former prostitute, leading the Ringmaster to capitalize on her relaxed gag reflex to make her into a sword swallower (and, occasionally when the shows need that extra oomph, fire breather)

Quite heavily tattooed, at least for the time period, she sports many tattoos on her arms, legs, back, and hands, as well as one on her neck; this causes many people to view her as a degenerate and adds to her ‘freakishness’ for the circus

Irish

CAIN AND ABEL

“Two-For-One Twins” visual oddity (conjoined twins)

Two young men (mid 20s) joined at the hip, they’re unable to be separated and sometimes have issues with moving around; they have separate bodies (two arms each, two legs each, separate torsos, separate heads, etc.) but their bodies are fused at the hip and doctors have all told them separation is too risky

They get along fairly well, with the occasional sibling fights, though they feel isolated even from the rest of the circus, stemming from only having had each other for most of their lives, especially given that they were the most recent additions before Abigail and Lali

Native English

ESTELLE

“Silent Angel” trapeze artist

A young woman (early 20s) who is almost entirely deaf and can only hear (barely) if someone is shouting right next to her ear, she cannot speak very well and prefers to communicate in other ways

She can’t read or write, but she’s made up her own variety of gestures (basically an individual sign language) to speak with the other circus performers, and she can read lips quite well

Short, petite, and kind… and will simply walk away from anyone who treats her or her friends cruelly

Spends hours teaching Lali her individual sign language, so that Lali can communicate even though she’s too traumatized to speak verbally

French and English

BHARATA

“One-Armed Wonder” knife thrower

A young man (late 20s) who has only one arm, and is perceived by many others as very clumsy; every household he’s worked for has set him up to fail by assigning him tasks that simply can’t be done with just one arm, leading him to find a belonging in the circus

Wanting to prove everyone wrong, he trained to do something that others thought couldn’t be done with only one arm: knife throwing… and is very good at it

He’s sympathetic toward Abigail and tries to teach her every single tip he has about how to live without one arm/hand

Indian

CEDAR

“Crystal Ball” fortune teller/palm reader/astrologist

A young nonbinary person (mid 20s) who was ostracized from society when they refused to answer to ‘she’, who ran away from home after their parents tried to beat them into conforming

No physical disability aside from dysphoria (which is obviously helped when they’re around supportive people who respect what they want to be called), and very supportive themself of the people in the circus who do have disabilities

Rather easygoing in terms of interacting with other people, they tend to simply go with the flow, but they’re also incredibly perceptive which is what makes them such a good fortune teller; while they do study palmistry, astrology, and tarot, they also employ the use of cold reading techniques (“might as well take advantage of all the gifts I have, including observation, right?”)

Native English

SALEM

“The Lizard Man” visual oddity (has X-linked ichthyosis resulting in scale-like skin)

A man (late 30s) who was cast out from society because of his strange appearance, stemming from his medical condition; people have been ‘terrified’ of his looks before, not to mention fearing that whatever he has is ‘contagious’ (despite him knowing from experience that he’s not)

Soft-spoken and gentle in general, but if one hits the right buttons he’s very capable of getting violent, particularly in defense of his friends

He has anywhere from 1-3 animals (that he’s nursing back to health) in his tent at any one time, even though he’s allergic to anything with fur… he has a soft spot for reptiles, though he adores all animals

Native English

#Bellum babbles #writers on Tumblr #NaNoWriMo 2023 #genuinely so excited!! <3

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ambrossart · 1 year ago

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Hello!!!!

I hope things are looking up from the week you’ve had!

I’m back with my incessant questions, and I’m still fixated on every detail from post prom. . .

Did Eddie drive her home after breakfast with Wayne? If so, what was that like? Did she change back into her dress? Did he know the way to her house or did she have to give him directions? Did he hold her hand or anything? Did he walk her to her door?

I know you’re writing for a totally different series right now, so please feel no pressure to answer this if you’re in a different headspace. Sending 💓💓💓!!

Oh, I'm a disaster right now 😂 but enough about me. Let's talk about Eddie!

He absolutely drove her home after breakfast because Eddie's a gentleman. As much as he might want to keep her around all day, he knows it's time for them to temporarily part ways. So while Wayne cleans up the kitchen and gets ready for bed (the man's tired from working all damn night), she and Eddie change--yes, she gets back into her prom dress--and hit the road.

They do not go to her house, and I'll tell you why:

She's not ready to be embarrassed by her parents quite yet. Her parents know about Eddie. They might not know all the details, but they definitely know about his existence. And if Eddie takes her home and walks her to the door, which he will inevitably want to do, she knows her parents are going to insist on an introduction at minimum. No thank you. She'll tackle that beast later.

It's Sunday! She always spends Sundays with Chrissy. It's part of their friendship ritual. And right now she's dying to exchange post prom stories with her best friend.

She will, of course, explain this to Eddie when he asks for directions to her house. Regardless of her feelings for Eddie, Chrissy is still the most important person in her life, so it's crucial that Eddie understands this as early as possible. Otherwise, it's going to create friction in their relationship.

"We're kinda like conjoined twins attached at the hip." "Okay, well, that... totally normal." 🤨

Luckily, Eddie has no problem with this. Sure it's a bit strange (and maybe a little unhealthy), but who is he to judge? He's a laidback guy and has no intention of getting between their friendship.

Anyway, Eddie takes the long way to Chrissy's house because he's not in any hurry to say goodbye. They'll drive in silence for the most part, exchanging little smiles and glances every now and then. It's a very comfortable silence, though. They don't feel the need to talk right now. They're enjoying each other's company and reflecting on everything that's happened. Sure, the occasional embarrassing thought might bubble to the surface (I mean, they did come dangerously close to having sex 😬), but it's something they can laugh off. And, for the record, they're both so glad they didn't have sex because the experience will be so much better and more meaningful after they've gotten to know each other better and have built up that emotional intimacy. There's no need to rush. They have plenty of time.

But Eddie will take note of the drugstore that he passes along the way and remind himself to double back and pick up some condoms. He's never gonna be caught unprepared again.

Eventually, he'll pull up in front of Chrissy's house and they'll say their long goodbyes. (He'll offer to walk her to the door, but she'll tell him not to because... let's face it, Mrs. Cunningham's a bitch and she'll probably say something mean to him.)

"So... what are you gonna do now?" "Uh, I dunno, actually. Don't really have any plans today... Maybe I'll finally clean out my van or something."

Then he'll flash that adorable, cheeky little smile that drives her crazy.

"Okay, well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." "Yeah... see you tomorrow."

And then things will get really awkward because she's expecting Eddie to kiss her, but he doesn't right away. We have to cut the boy some slack here because he's not exactly in his element. Plus it's... her, right? This girl makes Eddie act like a total doofus, so it kind of slipped his mind that THIS is the moment when he's supposed to lean in and kiss her. Thankfully, he recovers quickly and gives her a proper goodbye kiss.

Afterwards, she'll get out of the car and walk to the front door. Mrs. Cunningham will be there to answer it (in her Sunday best, of course 🙄) and probably look at her with utter disdain and disappointment. First she was too fat. Now the woman thinks she's a slut. There's no winning with her. The reader doesn't care. She goes inside and runs straight to Chrissy's room, eager to spill all the dirty details.

Eddie stays in the driveway for a while, watching as she disappears into the house... and then he becomes painfully aware of some of the looks he's getting from the neighbors. Chrissy lives in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and his van kind of sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Relax, relax... I'm not here to rob you."

And he pulls out of the driveway and drives back home.

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*Sighs* I love this man. I can't wait to start working on new stuff.

This wasn't my best work (sorry, it's been a while since I've thought about this series), but hopefully I answered your question well enough.

Anyway, thanks for the ask! I hope you're doing well ❤️

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#dancing with myself #dwm #ambrossart

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c0mpvlsive · 1 year ago

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The Dawn of AI (Paperwar) by Ryan LeKodak

Book Summary:

One malfunction…

Millions dead…

The search for answers begins…

In the year 2040, the world's transportation is dominated by a highly advanced artificial intelligence system.

However, this seemingly perfect technology collapses, resulting in catastrophic disasters and the loss of millions of lives worldwide.

The disaster is dubbed Mayday, and its aftermath affects everyone. But was it simply a malfunction, or is there a more nefarious agenda at work? Who is accountable for the mass slaughter, and why was it carried out?

Order your copy and find out if the rise of AI, will be the fall of civilization!

Buy the Book – Amazon

Reviews:

★★★★★“LeKodak's stellar debut is a science fiction thriller that utilizes elements of speculative fiction, apocalyptic fiction, and conspiratorial mystery in a globe-hopping narrative that chronicles a group of adventurers trying to unravel who—or what—was behind a software malfunction that killed tens of millions of innocent people. It is well-written, relentlessly paced, and thematically profound, and will surely appeal to fans of SF thrillers by luminaries like Clarke, Dick, and Crichton. This is the good stuff.”

Paul Goat Allen, BlueInk Review

★★★★★“It's refreshing to see a talented author like LeKodak take the trope into the dystopian disaster novel niche and deliver an action-packed tale that gives just as many blockbuster thrills as it does intelligent technological questions. The plot and its themes are the primary focus, but in the ensemble cast of characters caught in the crossfire, each one has good solid development and moments to shine. I recommend The Dawn of AI to enthusiasts of intricately penned and exciting science fiction everywhere."

K.C. Finn, Readers' Favorite Book Review

★★★★★“The characters are extremely well developed, which is quite an accomplishment given how many there are. The most intriguing characters to me are conjoined twins with incredible story arcs and whenever the point of view kicked back to them, for me, it was like a favorite song playing again on the radio."

Jamie Michele, Readers' Favorite Book Review

★★★★★“The Dawn of AI connects the dots between characters that I neither expected nor saw coming in a story configuration that has an after-before-after pattern. I love this configuration as it hooks immediately and then goes back to fill in the blanks after I am invested in the plot. Excellent storytelling. Very highly recommended."

Asher Syed, Readers' Favorite Book Review

★★★★★“With the rise of Artificial Intelligence being a hot topic in the real world right now, I’m grateful to see such thought-provoking stories that explore this emergent technology's potential. This book is an easy recommendation to anyone interested in exciting science fiction, which takes a prevailing concern of today's world and explores it with intelligence and consideration."

Lexie Fox, Readers' Favorite Book Review

★★★★★“The pitfalls of giving the machines too much control play out in the storyline of Ryan LeKodak's novel. His take on an apocalyptic event is so vivid it is frightening to contemplate. The Dawn of AI is a science fiction aficionado’s dream novel."

Essien Asian, Readers' Favorite Book Review

★★★★★“In a world where jobs and livelihoods are being increasingly threatened by AI’s potential, this book is a reminder that machine malfunctions will inevitably happen.”

Theresa Kadair, Los Angeles Book Review

About the Author:

Ryan LeKodak is a science fiction author who lives in San Diego, California with his family. After emigrating from Vietnam in 1980 by boat, Ryan dreamed of becoming a doctor and nothing more. But upon learning the sight of blood made him squeamish, he pivoted from premed to begin a thirty-plus-year career in high-tech engineering, IT, quality assurance, and operations. Now a cybersecurity program manager based in San Diego, Ryan juggles a hectic career, raising his twin sons, and appeasing a needy Poochon puppy. At home, his lively boys take center stage, and their colorful comic doodles, adolescent puns, and wildly exaggerated stories from school inspired him to craft fast-paced science-fiction thrillers that explore the ominous potential of a future where AI surpasses human control. Through his writing, Ryan champions the extraordinary strengths that reside within each of us and celebrates the individual quirks that lighten fantastic worlds on the brink of disaster.

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podcasttoday · 1 year ago

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The Dawn of AI (Paperwar) by Ryan LeKodak

Book Summary:

One malfunction…

Millions dead…

The search for answers begins…

In the year 2040, the world's transportation is dominated by a highly advanced artificial intelligence system.

However, this seemingly perfect technology collapses, resulting in catastrophic disasters and the loss of millions of lives worldwide.

Order your copy and find out if the rise of AI, will be the fall of civilization!

Buy the Book – Amazon

Reviews:

Paul Goat Allen, BlueInk Review

K.C. Finn, Readers' Favorite Book Review

Jamie Michele, Readers' Favorite Book Review

Asher Syed, Readers' Favorite Book Review

Lexie Fox, Readers' Favorite Book Review

Essien Asian, Readers' Favorite Book Review

★★★★★“In a world where jobs and livelihoods are being increasingly threatened by AI’s potential, this book is a reminder that machine malfunctions will inevitably happen.”

Theresa Kadair, Los Angeles Book Review

About the Author:

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