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son-of-rap-bear-art · 1 year ago

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So, do y'all remember the Adventure Time Mash-Up Pack for Minecraft back in like, 2017? Me and some friends have been messing around with that map lately and revamping some of the areas we consider a bit lacking with creative mode, and for me that was the Treehouse! I got ~100 reference pics from various episodes and tried to put it all together into the most autistically accurate Treehouse I could, and I wanna share it here cause I'm really proud of it!

Feel free to skip the text and just look at the pretty pictures. Cause when I say "autistically accurate" I MEAN IT. It's MY blog and I get to choose the special interest. :p

The exterior is mostly unchanged from the official map, but I added the orange tree from My Two Favorite People, and the pond. Also the log where Finn sits and thinks in Gotcha!

Yes, I will be mentioning specific episodes like this often.

I didn't make the Grotto, because I'm not THAT crazy, but I did make the pond really deep and filled it with the sort of things you see when Finn swims down there in Beyond the Grotto.

The first thing you see when you actually go inside is the treasure room, of course! The official map's treasure room is so small and sad, but I made it more accurate to how it looks in the show, with a ton of ladders and platforms going upwards until you get to the kitchen.

Speaking of, at this point I should show the layout I based the rooms' positions on...

I put this together myself and I THINK it's the most consistently accurate layout... of course, it's a cartoon, sometimes you'll get stuff like the bathroom in the left branch for the sake of a gag in Dentist, and characters will frequently run offscreen and then teleport to another room, BUT this is what I observed to be the most common layout seen when the camera will actually follow the characters through doors and ladders and etc.

Interestingly, the ladder in the trunk actually seems to connect to the kitchen, which is HIGHER than the living room, and then you have to go down a separate ladder to get to the living room. Confusing! But it checks out.

So yeah, climbing up past the treasure room takes you right to the kitchen! Some specific details to call out here are: - The picture of PB with the two spatulas is from Abstract, and I painted it myself in-game via a mod! Unfortunately I didn't get around to other paintings yet, they're a bit annoying to make. - The urn supposedly containing Margaret's ashes, from Conquest of Cuteness, is on one of the shelves. - There isn't a single torch in this whole build! It's carefully lit up with candles, just like the Treehouse should be! - There's actually this easily missable tiny room connected to the kitchen, seen in the last pic, that has another trapdoor and also the door to the bathroom. I believe that first shows up in Incendium and then stays around forever. - The cooler is entirely full of eggs, like how Finn exclusively buys pre-boiled eggs when grocery shopping without Jake, in Temple of Mars.

The bathroom! Funnily enough, the bathroom might be the least consistent room in the whole Treehouse. It's just made up of a toilet, bathtub, and sink, but these three things shuffle around the room entirely at random from episode to episode. In this sort of situation, I consider the most accurate way to handle it to be the same as the show: just put them wherever! So I did that.

That door in the kitchen leads to this room, connected by a bridge. I just called it the "bucket room" because it has a bucket that Finn and Jake ride in in Rainy Day Daydream, although that episode has a pretty wacky Treehouse in general.

I hooked up a hand crank with the Create mod, so you can use it like an elevator kinda.

Down the other ladder in the kitchen gets you to, the living room! This room's just a small round circle in some episodes, but others have it a bit bigger.

That bookshelf is there in Jake Suit, and has Dream Journal of a Boring Man, Vol 12 on it. Since one of the decor mods I'm using lets me place down books, I copied the 3 excerpts we get to see from it down into a written book, so it's even actually there!

A really inconsistent aspect of the living room is this weird platform with a door. I can only remember it appearing in In Your Footsteps and Three Buckets, but maybe I've just always missed it? I made it lead back into the trunk, so you can use it as a shortcut up to the kitchen.

Also over here is this workbench, which to my knowledge suddenly shows up in season 8 and becomes a REALLY REALLY consistent part of the living room?? Seriously, it's in Two Swords, Horse and Ball, Abstract... It's suddenly all over the place!! But I genuinely can't recall it existing before that. Am I crazy or is this an actual thing?

Anyway, connected by bridge to the living room is the den! Surprisingly, even though it barely even shows up in any episodes, the den is SUPER messy and lived in. I tried to reflect this by jamming as many decorative blocks as I could in there.

Also for some reason this fireplace doubles as a pizza oven in Abstract? Yeah, Abstract's got a really silly Treehouse. But it was easy enough to slot in there, so I did!

Way back to the kitchen and upwards: the bedroom! I always thought the bedroom was so tiny and cramped, but a good few episodes actually show it as pretty spacious! I tried to hit a good balance.

The pictures hung up around Finn's bed are a blurry, badly taken picture of Huntress Wizard, and a clearly old picture of Flame Princess. They're both cute choices for Finn's future, and are my girlfriends' respective favorite characters, so I included both :D

I also included the attic, which as far I know ONLY appears in Dad's Dungeon. I think it's neat, though, so I put it here. It'll be nice for survival mode storage.

If you exit through the attic, you can get to the cloud that Finn and Jake have tied down for its rainwater. The dripstone on the underside looks a bit ugly, but it makes it functional! If you scoop water out of any of the cauldrons with a bucket, it'll slowly refill with water from the cloud!

We're nearing the end! Here's a back shot of things. I added the power lines, Neptr's cave, and the farm. For some reason, Holly Jolly Secrets has a second, distinct set of powerlines, but those would be ugly so I didn't include them.

Lastly, the chicken coop, as seen in BMO Noire and mentioned in Three Buckets, featuring Lorraine. Who looks like Boobafina in this texture pack, which is silly.

I'm... honestly not very satisfied with the coop's placement, as BMO Noire shows it being out on a rarely-seen branch, but this is the best I could do without a major facelift on the tree itself.

So, yeah! That's the image limit. There's a good few extra details scattered around here and there, but I'll leave it at that. I hope this is as fun to read as it was for me to write :D

#adventure time #atimers #minecraft #mineblr #yall use that tag right? mineblr?#minecraft build

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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago

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Some Roman Art Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Acanthus - a kind of Mediterranean plant with large spreading leaves. It was used as a decorative element on Corinthian capitals and also was a symbol of death.

Amphitheater - an elliptical structure with a central arena for the staging of gladiatorial contests and animal combats.

Apse - a semicircular space within a Roman building. Typically a basilica would have an apse at one end.

Arch - a curved architectural member that spans an opening.

Atrium - the central room of a Roman house. It had a hole in the ceiling and a pool in the center of the floor to catch rainwater.

Aureus - the most valuable Roman coin, made of gold.

Barrel vault - a semicircular ceiling over parallel walls.

Basilica - a building type used for law courts and conducting business, which usually stood in the town forum. It consisted of a long rectangular hall with an apse at one end and three aisles separated by columns. The central aisle had a raised ceiling and clerestory windows. Often the exterior of the building was colonnaded.

Cameo - a relief carved from a stone that has layers of different colors, such as sardonyx.

Capitolium - the main temple for civic worship in Rome and other cities. It was dedicated to the three chief gods, Jupiter, Juno, and Minerva.

Cardo - the name of the north-south street in a Roman town laid out on the grid system.

Cavea - the rounded space of a theater containing seats for the spectators.

Colonnade - a row of columns.

Columbarium - a type of communal building to hold ash urns of the cremated. The name comes from the structure’s resemblance to a dovecote, since the urns, as well as portrait busts, were placed in niches in the walls similar to the nesting spaces in such a birdhouse.

Column - a weight-bearing architectural member that has a base, a cylindrical shaft, and a capital (ornamental top).

Concrete - a building material made of small stones or rubble (aggregate), lime mortar, water, and volcanic sand (pozzolana).

Consuls - the two chief magistrates of the Roman state, elected annually.

Cubiculum - the bedroom of a Roman house.

Damnatio memoriae - a decree by the senate that condemned an emperor and ordered that all images of him and references to him be obliterated.

Decumanus - the principal east-west street of a Roman town laid out on the grid system.

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directdogman · 3 months ago

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вопрос от друга! :

Вот что делают с трупом в Дилтаун?

Например есть чувак, который всю свою жизнь жил в Дилтаун и по каким-то обстоятельством он скончался.. что тогда сделают с его предметом вместо головы?

Google translate's a bit off for this one (I believe it's asking what happens to object heads when the people wearing 'em died?) So I'll answer that:

It's treated on a case-by-case basis. Often enough, parts are removed from the head (mainly optical sensors) and donated to hospitals + manufacturers, though there's some ethical debate over this. In the same way people can sign up to be organ donors, many object headed people give specific legal consent to have parts removed from their heads when they die specifically to avoid the ethical debate over what parts of an object head are fair game to take out.

Beyond that, the family usually gets to decide exactly what to do with the head. If the body is buried, more often than not, the head is kept on the body after autopsy. This allows for families to have open casket funerals + wakes, as seeing the body without your loved one's body without a head is... well, not exactly a happy experience for most people.

In the case of cremations, the head is usually discarded separately. While places will allow the family to keep the head shell (and some even offer to seal the edges and sell the head itself BACK to the family as an urn to keep the ashes in), this practice is very very seldom actually done, as it's a bit like having your loved one's remains served back to you within a mummified, lifeless head. Not super fun or comforting. At best, a pretty drab decoration for the home. The LAST thing you want to see while you're taking a trip to the fridge to eat shredded cheese out of the bag at 3am is the face of a deceased loved one, staring at you in still, cold judgement.

The best comparison I can make to it in our world is how some people get their pets taxidermied. The reasons most people would not wanna do that in reality is why the practice is so rare in-universe, and so, heads get buried with bodies OR discarded on cremation more often than not. (After being picked clean for useful parts, provided the family is okay with it or the person gave legal permission prior to their death.)

Hope this helps!

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jackie-alligator · 8 months ago

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A Red River Suid family. They are wearing very simple clothing here because I wanted to focus on their anatomy and hair differences. It is common practice in Suid culture to use ashes of lost loved ones as body decoration (as well as in medicine and rituals); the jar on the father's hip is an urn full of ash.

#my art #worldbuilding tag #fantasy art #creature design #character design #concept art #speculative biology #speculative evolution #paleo art #paleoart #boar #animal art

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dacuslucy · 2 years ago

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. do you think i fuck around? (laugh) lou ... sees an immunity idol in the plant. the second i see that I go, oh, okay, that thing i noticed on the urn earlier is for sure an idol. on the urn i notice a decoration. the decoration is in the exact style of the game changer set. and if i had to bet dollars to doughnuts, i'd say that's not a coincidence. i rushed backstage to find ash and carly, our wonderful assistants, (sorry guys, excuse me) and i pull this off the urn. this, of course, is an immunity idol. this is not the immunity idol i am going to use tonight. this is the immunity idol i am going to use tonight. (leans forward) you think i don't know my head's on a fuckin' spike the moment i let my guard down? i go full russel hantz. i go full rick devens. (whats up my dude) (lets goo!) (my mans got that loop de loop!) [i don't know what just happened. how did he earn this?] [this is an immunity loop de loop. all votes cast for brennan will not count.] YOU THINK I'M GONNA FUCKING ROLL OVER? YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYES, BEARDSLY, AND SAY, BRENNAN, I THINK ITS YOUR FUCKIN' TIME. IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL WHEN I GO OUT LIKE A FUCKIN' CHUMP. i'm not a fucking fool, sam.

#game changer #game changer survivor #brennan lee mulligan #yea i spent like 5 minutes typing this out. idc #it was worth it #dropout #collegehumor #game changers #sam reish

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sagasimsworld · 1 year ago

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More Crusader Kings III decor is here. Now it's urns for ashes.

I tried to make a default tomb urn replacement based on these urns, but this task turned out to be very tricky. So - just decor this time.

List of items:

Western Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 2,400

Download: here

Mena Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 1,800

Download: here

Mediterranean Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 2,300

Download: here

Indian Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 2,800

Download: here

✧ T.O.U. ✧

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banana-cheese-cake · 1 month ago

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Freak Show - Chapter 1

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, ...

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October 23, 2077

A crisp autumn breeze blew through the quaint Massachusetts neighborhood, rustling fallen leaves and swaying plastic Halloween decor as it went. Children’s laughter filled the air as last minute decorations were lovingly placed, small faces beaming with excitement as the sweets centered holiday inched ever closer. Shining silver in the early morning sun, the pip-boy cuff adorning your left arm was a stark contrast to the funeral wear that made up your day's attire. A soft nudge against your right shoulder brought you back to the present, back to this new reality, back to a world without her in it. Turning to look at the familiar face beside you, the face you'd seen everyday since birth, you came to a realization. Everyone else's worlds would keep spinning, would continue onward as if the chasm that now consumed you didn't affect them, because it didn’t, this grief was to devour you and leave the rest of the planet be.

“Hey, talk to me, Sis, what's goin’ on in that head of yours?”

Her voice altered your realization ever so slightly, it wouldn't affect just you, because it's never been just you. A twin is another part of you, and yours would shoulder this grief as well, her world stopped with yours. Looking into her dark, nearly black eyes, a weight was lifted off of you. You would never be alone, not in grief or joy or terror. She would always be there for you, as she's always been. A sad smile tugged at your lips as you finally spoke, “I miss her, Lottie.”

Lottie. She always insisted everyone call her that, “Charlotte is too formal, Lottie is perfect,” she’d say, and you didn't agree, but always told her you did just to see the triumphant smile that lit up her face. Charlotte was a beautiful name, and it suited her perfectly, but then again- everything suited her. She radiated confidence and oozed self-assurance, everything suited her and her name was no exception. Though today, grief clouded her usually confident demeanor; her voice was soft as she said, “I do too, but the funeral is over. Now… Now we just have to try to pick up the pieces of our life, find a way to keep going without her.”

Find a way to keep going. That felt about as easy as trying to bottle up the ocean, but with Lottie by your side you might actually be able to do it; to reach some semblance of normal again. As you walked side-by-side you tried to take in the view, the street you grew up on had hardly changed in the years since you and your sister had moved to California to pursue higher positions in Vault-Tec. The little houses stayed mostly the same, new coats of paint adorning some and freshly planted trees decorated the yards of others, but they were filled with people neither of you recognized. You wondered if your mother had gotten to know any of them in the years you'd been away, but then again, if she'd become close with any of them then surely they'd have shown up to her funeral.

Your mother's funeral had been eerily quiet, only you and Lottie in attendance, staring numbly at a small urn that seemed like it couldn't possibly contain all that was left of her. A woman as head-strong and confident as her, a woman who commanded attention and respect, a woman who was now mere ashes in a jar. She was the reason you were so successful, the reason you had the confidence to speak your mind and reach for goals you never thought obtainable. In her early life, she had been a single mother raising twin girls while working as a receptionist for Vault-Tec. After your father had left her, she decided to prove to herself, to her girls, and to the world that she could do it all alone and didn't need a man to get her there.

Clawing and fighting her way up in her career, she eventually made her way to the top ranks of Vault-Tec, getting high-paying jobs for you and your twin, and securing the three of you a spot in Vault 4 located in California; a vault fully operated by scientists like you and Lottie. Lottie preferred physics, and you biology, but your mother had insisted you both focused your studies on radiology, no matter how much you protested against it in favor of focusing on your passions. But Mother was never one to lose an argument, always saying, “I'm paying for your schooling, I choose what you major in, end of discussion.” So here you were years later with a masters degree in radiology, a dead mom, and not a shred of passion for your job. Lottie, on the other hand, found herself falling in love with the life your mother had chosen for her and flourishing in her career. You envied how she could adapt to any environment she was thrown into, not unlike a weed sprouting through cracks in concrete, finding a way to not only survive but thrive.

After the funeral, during the walk back to your childhood home where your mother had spent her final days, you were stopped by two strange men in suits. Their serious faces made you stop in your tracks, both intrigued by these men and deeply suspicious of them, something about them put you on edge. After quickly flashing their Vault-Tec badges, they merely handed you and Lottie each a holotape with your names on them, an invitation to Vault 111 for later this afternoon, and then walked away, ignoring the questions you both threw at their backs. The small tape held in your hands had your name on it, written in your mother's handwriting, and a message taped to the back that read: “My final message to you. -Mom.”

Neither of you listened to your messages, instead choosing to sit in your mother's dining room until it was time to head to Vault 111, wondering why you were invited to visit it today of all days. As the time passed in comfortable silence, you took in the state of the house you grew up in. The coroner had determined that your mother had been struggling with this cancer for months before losing her battle earlier this week, though you hadn't believed it until entering the house. Mold covered dishes were stacked all over the kitchen, even more shoved into the small sink. Over a dozen bags of rotting trash were leaned against the back door, it seemed she had been too weak to drag them any further than that. This house that once had been so beautiful, beaming with life, had silently fallen into disarray the further along your mother's illness progressed. You tried not to think of her final days in this house, how she must have suffered, how awful it must have been for her to die alone surrounded by the rotting remains of her once lovely home. As tears filled your eyes, you felt Lottie grab your hand before she spoke, “Let's head out a bit early, I think Vault 111 could be a good change of scenery for us, what do you say?”

You squeezed her hand and looked up at her through watery eyes, “Yeah,” you mumbled, “I think you might be right.” Walking out the door and down the overgrown driveway, you looked back at your old home fondly, trying desperately to fill your mind with memories of joy-filled evenings laughing with Lottie or winters spent cuddled with your mother by the fireplace. Every time you tried though, your mind was filled with the image of her at the morgue, of her pale lifeless corpse on a metal table. No matter how many attempts you made, these images kept flashing through your mind. So instead, you looked away from that house, staring desperately ahead trying to find something, anything to focus on that didn't remind you of what you'd lost. Looking down the street, attention drawn to the clear blue sky above, you did end up finding something else to focus on: a mushroom shaped cloud far, far in the distance, followed by the sound of sirens blaring and glass shattering all around you.

Sharp, blinding pain burst across the side of your face as glass tore your skin, the shockwave knocking you and Lottie to the ground. Knees and palms burning as the rough asphalt tore through the dark fabric of your pants and shredded the soft skin underneath. Ignoring the hot liquid pouring down your face and blurring the vision in your right eye, you frantically reached for the crumpled form of your sister. She was dazed, but had no visible injuries besides a few scrapes on her hands and knees that matched your own.

“Hey, hey,” you snapped your fingers in front of Lottie's eyes, drawing her unfocused eyes to yours, “we need to run, Lottie, can you do that?”

No words escaped her, just a swift nod of her head as she grabbed your hand and stood on shaking legs. There was no time to let her adjust, screaming families were flooding the previously quiet street, all running towards the same place: Vault 111. You tightened your grip on Lottie's hand, letting the flash of pain across your palm ground you, then began to run. Dozens of panicking people were blocking the street, you would have to take a different route if you wanted to make it in time. There was no guarantee you would be let into the vault, no guarantee you'd even make it to the gate before the next bomb dropped, but you had to try.

“Our shortcut, through the woods. C'mon.” Your sister's voice sounded far away as she tugged at your hand and pulled you to the trees behind the now windowless house you'd just exited, towards the shortcut you two always took to the park after school.

Vault-Tec had bought the park a few years back, stating it was the perfect place for their newest vault, given how close it was to the neighborhoods full of potential customers. At the time, you had grieved the loss of your favorite childhood playplace and cursed your employer for destroying a beautiful thing in the name of profit. Now, however, as you sprinted down the familiar hidden path to the park, you thanked whatever god would listen that Vault-Tec was so greedy. Their greed meant your salvation, your only chance of surviving the end of the world.

Bursting through the overgrown bushes that marked the end of the trail, the towering chain link fence and armed guards at the entrance to the vault let you know you'd made it. There were a dozen people at the gate, some screaming at guards, others on the ground, tears streaming down their faces as they begged them to let their children in. You couldn't think of them now, you had to think about Charlotte, about yourself, you needed to try to get into this vault. Pushing through the crowd, you made your way to the guards blocking the gate.

“Excuse me, please, you have to let us in, we work for Vault-Tec we-,” your voice was cut off by the guard.

“Doesn’t matter who you are if you aren't on the list.” He didn't even look at you as he spoke.

“Well then check the fucking list.” Your voice was harsh as you gave him your names, harsher than you had ever heard yourself speak.

“And we have this,” Lottie's voice was firm even as her hand shook, a hand holding up the invitation you had received earlier that day.

“Shit.” The guard cursed as he ripped the invitation out of her hand, showing it to the other man who stood watch beside him.

The other guard didn't speak as he waved for the gate to be opened and raised his gun, pointing it at the crowd around you, a silent warning to anyone who might try to rush in. He nodded at you and Lottie, signaling you to go inside, a new guard waiting to escort you to the vault entrance. You wasted no time, dragging your sister with you as you ran through the gate and towards the concrete vault door. As the gate rolled shut behind you, you heard a man let out a roar as he rushed forward, followed by three gunshots and the sound of a body hitting the ground. Lottie gasped beside you and covered her mouth with her free hand. Keeping your eyes forward, even as your whole body shook, you kept pressing on until you were standing on a platform with six other people, some being neighbors you had seen decorating with their children earlier this morning.

“These are the last of ‘em, send it down.” A gruff voice yelled from behind you, just as you saw another mushroom cloud forming in the distance, much closer than the last.

The platform you stood on shook as you were sent down into the vault, still clutching your twin's hand in yours, looking at her terrified face now streaming with tears of relief. “We made it,” she whispered as she squeezed your hand, “we actually made it.”

You tried to smile at her, but the act made you wince with pain, the gash across your face making its presence known again now that the adrenaline was wearing off. It didn't matter though, as you reached the bottom of Vault 111 and were met with the smiling faces of the Vault-tec employees, you finally felt safe. Two-hundred feet beneath the surface and surrounded by individuals like yourself who had been trained for this very event, you were in the safest place on the planet.

“Welcome to Vault 111,” a cheerful young woman in a lab coat said as she helped you off the platform, “please head this way to change into your vault suit.”

You, Lottie, and three other women were ushered toward some changing rooms. While there, you were relieved to finally be out of your funeral clothes, which were now ripped and covered in dirt and your own blood, and into the blue and yellow vault suit provided to all vault residents. The familiar company colors brought a sense of normality, the colors you'd seen nearly everyday you went to work for the last few years. As you exited the changing room, the same woman led you and the others to rows and rows of strange pods. Each pod resembled a glass coffin, standing upright and attached to complex machines you didn't recognize, but Lottie did.

“What's going on here?” Lottie's voice was commanding, full of suspicion, as she demanded an answer from the scientists surrounding us.

“These are just your sleeping chambers, there's nothing to worry-,” the woman was cut off by your twin.

“These are cryosleep pods, so what the fuck is actually going on here?” You froze at these words, cryosleep? That wasn't right, these vaults were made for people to live in until the radiation levels above were safe enough for everyone to return to the surface. Cryosleep pods hadn't even been tested yet, this didn't make any sense, this had to be some sort of misunderstanding.

“I see,” the scientist mumbled before turning to two guards you hadn’t noticed before, “get her into her pod, please. We don't have time for distractions.”

The guards grabbed Lottie by her arms and lifted her towards the pod, all while she kicked and screamed at them to let her go. As you rushed forward, begging them to just let her go, they closed her into a pod and activated it. You watched her scream and bang on the glass until she finally froze, her terrified expression frozen to her face. Then, the guards turned to you, grabbing you the same way, dragging you to the pod across from Lottie's. You and Lottie were twins, but you were far from identical, she believed people deserved kindness, no matter how they treated you or others. She had fought those guards, but she only fought to be free, to get away, not to hurt them, so they expected the same from you. You, however, always fought to hurt, to get revenge on those who had wronged you. So when they grabbed your arms and started to drag you to the pods, you leaned back and bit at anything you could reach.

You latched your teeth on one guard's Adam's apple and bit down as hard as you could, twisted your head to the side and pulled back, your mouth filling with the copper taste of blood. He let go of you, reaching for his bleeding throat as you punched the other guard and ran. You made it to the platform you'd arrived on before the guard you'd hit grabbed at you again; you kicked and screamed, scratched and bit, but it was no use. He had a job to do and though he'd much rather kill you and move onto the next vault dweller, he had strict orders and an injured, if not dead, coworker to attend to. Your head smacked against the cushioned headrest of the cryopod as he threw you in and sealed the glass door, your fists banged so hard on the glass you felt like your bones would crack. Frozen air filled the chamber around you, causing you to panic even more, your screams reaching a new octave as your banging slowed down, your limbs becoming frozen and sluggish. The last thing you saw as you were forced into cryosleep was your sister's terrified frozen face across from you.

Blurry, dark shapes moved in front of you, your limbs feeling sluggish and your mind a thousand miles away. Memories came rushing back to you as your vision focused, your mother’s funeral, bombs dropping, Lottie being forced into a cryopod, the taste of blood. Panic flooded your veins, eyes frantically searching for a way out, but they quickly came to a halt as you realized what the blurred shapes were. People. There were two people in the vault, two people who weren't put into a prolonged sleep, two people who were opening your sister's cryopod.

“Hey! Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Let me out of here!” You screamed as loud as you could, but they paid you no mind.

Lottie woke up, and you were flooded with relief; she was alive, she was free. As she groggily took in her surroundings, one of the individuals in front of her reached forward and injected something into her neck, causing her to lose consciousness. Staring in horror, you watched as the one who injected her simply picked her up and started carrying her towards the vault's exit, leaving you and everyone else behind.

“Where are you taking her? Let her go! Listen to me, assholes!” Your voice became shrill and frantic, but the remaining stranger turned to you.

As you took in his face, you cataloged every single detail you could see. He was a bald man with a scar going down from his forehead, through his eye, and down the left side of his face. The clothes he wore were strange and dirty, like nothing you had ever seen. “At least we have the backup if that twin doesn't work out,” he said over his shoulder to the person carrying your sister.

As he reached for the controls to your pod, you slammed your fist against the glass, bringing his gaze to yours. “I don't know who you are, but I promise you, I will be the one to kill you. I'm going to get my sister back, there is nothing in this world that will keep me from her.” Your voice was even, laced with venom as you hurled your threats at this man.

He laughed then, laughed, before he said “I'd love to see you try,” and reactivated your cryosleep pod.

Watching him and his partner walk away with your unconscious sister, you imagined how you'd kill him, how his blood would look gushing out of his throat, how you'd relish in watching the light leave his eyes. As cryosleep forcefully dragged you back into a dreamless sleep, you took solace in knowing his death would be by your hand.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fallout #fallout 4 #john hancock #john hancock x reader #john hancock x sole survivor #john hancock x you #long post #freak show #my writing #first series i've ever written ahhh #the first eight chapters are all up on ao3 but i'm finally posting them on here as well #slowly but surely

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defile me

Sanji brings home an urn which seems to be harmless but ends up being home to a demon called Zoro. Instead of stealing Sanji's soul, Zoro wants something more...permenant from the priest. Inspired by hunnismokah on tumblr as they do amazing priest!sanji artwork on tumblr.

The treasure in which the demon came from had been found by complete accident. In all places, it had been found on a religious pilgrimage. It hadn’t seemed like much which was why most of the people there seemed to ignore the item. It had been a rather small urn. Nothing overly sinister about it. It just looked like an urn that someone would put a loved one’s ashes in. It wasn’t anything overly conspicuous. It seemed small. Meaningless.

But not to Sanji.

Sanji had been struggling with his faith recently. Something that priests do sometimes go through. He had decided that a pilgrimage might make him feel more in touch with his inner faith. He went to visit many religious locations of interest. However, the urn at this public statue seemed to be the most inconspicuous thing. He shouldn’t have taken it, but it felt like the urn was talking to him. Beckoning him to pick it up and take it home.

At first, he didn’t take it home. It was so stupid. It was just an urn. What importance would this urn have to him other than sitting in his home? Besides...it was likely containing someone’s dead relative which would be incredibly weird if he did take it home. It wasn’t very Christain to him. Which was part of the reason why he was here was to re-find his faith so that stopped him from picking it up and taking it back.

However, the days he stayed after, he thought about that urn. A voice in his head telling him to go back for it. Beckoning, begging him on the ground. He heard the voice in his sleep. He didn’t know if this was a spiritual thing. Was this God speaking to him? Did God want him to have this? Maybe his lack of faith was bringing him to take this urn. He went back for it. When no one was around, he went back for the urn and placed it in his bag. He didn’t look at it again until he was back home. When he returned from his pilgrimage, he was back at the church with a newfound determination to spread the love of God.

Being back in the city felt different. Running away from his family, he had trained much of his adolescence training for this moment right here. Before going on the pilgrimage, Sanji spent his life in church. There were reasons for it. A lot of guilt in his heart. He watched women with lust in his eyes when he was out in public. This had been a concern of his fellow God Brothers before his induction into Priesthood and it didn’t change after he had because he yearned for the company of another woman.

The church was in the middle of the city and Sanji had to listen to the sounds of people enjoying themselves. Women’s voices infected his brain like a parasite eating its way into his soul. The feeling of sin creeping into his heard was incredibly invasive and perversive.

Which is hard when you want to show your devotion to God.

Sanji was often there till close. Sleeping, making sure everything was fine for tomorrow. Since he was new in the town, he didn’t have much of a life in this place. He was in the hall and when he was walking by the alter, he noticed the statue of Christ. He sighed, looking up.

"I wish you would send me an angel, God" Sanji muttered under his breath while he stood before the statue of Christ.

Sanji was truly alone. His family were estranged, and he had no friends. All he wanted was a friend. He would often try and kid himself that God was enough, but God wasn’t enough. He wanted a physical person he could hold and love. He wanted a friend. He hoped that God would hear his cries and would send him an Angel to be friends with.

Instead of God hearing his cry, the urn heard it. The urn had been by the alter. If nothing, it was a decoration. It had no ashes inside, so he didn’t feel as weird about taking it away from the statue. It lay there and he didn’t know what to do with it. He had taken it to religious scholars who had nothing to do with it. Sanji had forgotten about it since it had been a few days since he had been back, and he didn’t know what to do with it. It was placed at the alter as a pretty decoration.

He was brought out of his thoughts and turned from the statue of Christ when he heard the clatter. The urn had been knocked over and the lid fell off. He stared at it for a moment, waiting for his breath to settle. There wasn’t a draft. Was there a rat scuttering across the floor that he didn’t, see? He didn’t know but he took a step towards the urn only to tick it up. It had no bumps or cracks. The pads of his fingers ran across the indents of the language written on the front that he didn’t even understand.

The candles suddenly blew out and it caused Sanji to drop the urn all over again. He stood up and rushed to the alter to grab the lighter. He turned a few candles on around the alter to light it up like a holy experience. The statue of Christ lit in the holy light. Sanji looked around but felt his breath began to quicken. The air felt suffocating, and he suddenly felt the need to leave. He walked backwards but before he could turn around, he felt two very strong arms grab him from behind.

“Wha-”

“Shush,” The deep tones came as it gripped him harder. Sanji almost seemed paralysed by what was going on that he froze for a moment before he tried to turn around to see what was going on.

It was a man. However, there was something incredibly wrong with him. He had an awful glow about him. Green hair, black eyes and pointed ears as well as pointed teeth. Teeth that could tear through skin.

It didn’t take Sanji to understand what this was. Sanji knew exactly what this was.

A demon.

But Sanji didn’t even know if he believed in demons. Demons, from his interpretation seemed to be more of a metaphorical thing. However, right standing there was a demon. A musclebound demon was gripping onto him tightly.

“Wha...what do you want?” Sanji tried to push himself away from this demon. However, he now noticed the sharp nails that started to dig into his skin. A toothy grin as the demon twisted Sanji around so they could look at each other. They got a better look at each other.

“You woke me from my nap,”

Sanji seemed to be speechless. Vampires, monsters and aliens never came into the picture, but one was standing right in front of him, “Hm. I’ve barely done anything, and you seem to be scared. Are you really that pathetic?”

He wanted to defend himself. Push himself away from the demon in question but the demon reached his hand up and grabbed Sanji’s face. Tilting it to one side, and then the other, “What a shame. You’re like a frightened dog. I did want to say thank you for letting me leave. If you hadn’t taken my prison home, I would have stayed sleeping in there,”

Sanji’s breath hitched.

It was his fault. A demon was in his home. A demon was grabbing at him. A hand reached up over his chest, grasping his robes.

“And... you did ask for an angel...didn’t you?” Demons were basically angels? Right. The idea was abhorrent to him.

“I meant...a friend...someone I can talk to. Not...whatever you are,” He reached up to try and grab the demons hands and push them away from his face but instead, he got pushed more. His back was leaning now against the alter.

“That’s a shame,” The demon seemed to consider something for a moment. The hand that was on his chin moved down his face onto his neck. His fingers feeling the arteries and veins in his neck. The demon tilted his head as he admired the anatomy of this particular priest. He wasn’t one usually for messing around with religious figures like this. But this one... “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet...”

He knew one thing. He wanted those robes off.

“I am Zoro. If you can guess, I lived in the urn,” So the demon had a name; Zoro. Sanji watched as Zoro gripped more at is robes. He felt like he was going to froze up. Surely the demon wasn’t trying to...undress him.

“Hey!” Sanji started to fuss by moving his body around to get himself free as Zoro rustled with the robes suddenly, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Zoro snapped as he pulled at the robes, “I want to taste you, priest,” And that was made even more clear by the fact he licked his lips. Zoro became rather impatient and... annoyed at Sanji who was kicking him and throwing his arms out at him to let go, “It’s either this...or I take your soul and force you to become my minion for centuries...” Although Zoro knew very well that he could let Sanji go...there was nothing stopping him from just leaving right now but...the blonde was pretty, and it would be such a wasted trip.

“Wait no... stop,” This couldn’t be happening. A demon was wanting to have sex with him. A priest. Sanji raised his arms to stop him and surprisingly, Zoro actually stopped and watched him, “I... I can’t do that... I’m not supposed to... fuck, can’t you bother someone out on the street if you are that horny?”

“I could...but I see you first,” Zoro replied, shrugging before leaning in and smelling the priests neck. There was that smell of...well, he was quite surprised actually...which made Zoro laugh, “I’ve seen into your heart since I saw you at that statue. You’re kidding yourself if you think this life is for you,” As his mouth moved down, his nails began to tear through the very clothes that Sanji wore. First the robes and then what was underneath, “I see your heart for what it is. You ogle women like a common lecher. You’re nothing but a pathetic pervert dressing as a priest.

Even though, Sanji knew it in his heart that those words were true. He was not fit for the robes he wore. He was nothing better than the common person who walked outside, drunk and grabbing women like they were treats in a candy shop. He knew he wasn’t any better but still... not this way. But then, something else seemed to stir in him. That very lust he felt when he watched a women on the street came true from his words and he could feel his pants becoming tighter and tighter by the minute.

Well, shit.

The demon tore at his clothes until very little was left. It was only then that Zoro noticed that the blonde was finding this just as every bit arousing as he was. In fact, the feeling of his own cock appearing from its sheath was exciting too. However, he could have laughed at the fact that the human was getting excited over his words.

“Hm. Must be true then. That you are a disgusting pervert hiding behind his religion...”

Sanji felt his world spinning. Part of him didn't’ want this. He wanted to remain strong to his faith and fight against the feeling for God but the other part of him wanted to give into this demon which...scared him. Was this a test? Was this supposed to be a test of his faith? Whatever it was, it was scaring him.

“Heh. Your little human cock is adorable....” The demon purred, purposely making sure Sanji could see his own. Sanji’s breath caught in his throat as he saw Zoro’s massive cock. It didn’t like typically human either. Although phallic in nature, it was an odd shape. It had a massive knot on the end of it. Sanji could only watch in absolute horror.

“Relax...”

“What the hell do I have to relax over?” Sanji was pissed at the absolute audacity of this demon telling him to relax after discovering that he may or may not have a thing for being humiliated and he really didn’t have time to unpack all of that right here and right now. That made him feel awfully uncomfortable.

“You’ll enjoy this more if you stop being a little bitch about it,” The demon sniggered. He ran his teeth across Sanji’s jugular. Normally, he would have bitten his throat out and be done with it, but this priest was appetising. He wanted to take him and ruin him before marking him as his own property. Killing Sanji would be an absolute waste of his time.

But getting the priest naked now. Before Sanji could do anything, the demon grabbed him by his thighs and threw him up onto the table and forced Sanji’s legs apart so before there were any protests.

Sanji looked up at him with what looks like a look of guilt and resistance. Zoro could feel the resistance and religious guilt radiating off him and to Zoro...it would delicious. Yes, he wanted to make this priest renounce his God and pray to him and him alone. He wanted to become his God and Master. A brand-new religion.

“You don’t belong here, and you know it,”

Before Sanji could do anything, Zoro dropped down to his knees. Instinctively, Sanji tried to close his legs as Zoro was looking straight between his legs which was highly embarrassing, especially since he could see how hard he was. He was perhaps harder than he had ever been for any woman in his life. Zoro was forever fascinated by human cocks; they were so small and dainty. Adorable. Simply adorable. Zoro pressed his finger up against Sanji’s cock which at once got a hitched breath from the priest.

“Are you as innocent as you pretend to be?” Zoro asked, tilting his head which doesn’t get a response at first, “Or....do you act on your urges towards women?”

“Never...I’ve never...” This was so embarrassing especially since Zoro was staring at him right there. Right between his legs.

“Good. I want to be the first,”

And with that, Zoro grabbed his hips and pulled them forward so Zoro got better access to him. His tongue slipped out (which was longer than a human tongue and more serpent like than man as it went against Sanji’s hole.

Oh, sweet God.

It felt so weird for Sanji and at first, he hated it. He wanted Zoro to stop as he pressed his hands to his face as he could feel the flush cover his cheeks and then his neck. It wasn’t bad. It was weird but the guilt that washed over his body nearly made him want to cry. Tears were pricking his eyes as Zoro dived in. Everything he worked hard for. His home. His place. His people. He failed them. He failed God because he allowed this to happen to him. It wasn’t bad but the guilt and shame he felt in his body was awful.

Zoro’s tongue was used to get his hole nice and wet for him. The priest tasted amazing. Virgins always tasted better. They just had a much better taste to them which made it much better. Sanji was perfect to Zoro. He wanted to break him down. Make him get rid of his faith and join him in sin. Zoro genuinely believed he would go mad without being able to taste him again.

His fascination with human cock didn’t leave as he started to stroke Sanji who bucked his hips likely from the lack of experience. His long serpent tongue slipped inside Sanji’s hole. It was long enough to press against his spot which made the tears start to fall from the blonde’s face as his hips bucked more and more. There it was... that guilt and shame of falling from grace. That was what Zoro wanted. His lips sucked on the rim of Sanji’s hole as the priests' hips were pushing up even more. Needy and wanting him all the same.

It what felt like it was too early, Sanji came from the pressure against his prostate. The priest was seeing stars as he came hard and very quickly, ropes of cum across his waist as he felt himself being spoilt. He was ruined... damaged.

And that was when Zoro noticed him crying. Zoro pulled his tongue out, licking his lips only to look and see the blonde’s face was stained with tears from merely being eaten out.

“There there...” Zoro’s clawed fingers reached up to touch his face as he stood up. His large, knotted cock rubbing against the blonde’s hole as Zoro’s hand was reaching up to stroke the blonde’s face, “Didn’t you enjoy that...?”

Sanji didn’t say anything at first but eventually after a few minutes, he looked up and watched Zoro.

“I... I’m ruined now...”

Zoro merely let out a laugh at that, “And didn’t you enjoy that? I think you did...more than you want to admit...” He stroked his face in an almost loving way, “And I doubt that God would want you now as you were...and what would those in your circle think if they were to see you like this...being defiled in such a way....and on the alter too?” It seemed as if Zoro was trying to rub the salt in...and he was also trying to make a point to Sanji, “So. we might as well continue. What do you have to lose?”

Sanji looked at Zoro and tried to think about something he could say but honestly what could he say...it wasn’t even as if he could argue. Sanji had already been defiled and he could hardly concentrate with that cock rubbing against his hole. He was absolutely done for as it was... Why should he refuse? Zoro didn’t wait for an answer before he was pushing his cock inside his hole without any warning whatsoever.

It wasn’t as if his tongue had done anything to measure up to how big and thick, he was. In hindsight, maybe he should have stretched Sanji out before nestling himself inside of him and Sanji was tiny compared to Zoro’s cock. How would Zoro even fit inside of him?

“Good boy...”

Sanji’s heart swelled some more as Zoro pushed more of his cock inside of him. Stretching him, filling him. Implanting him with his sin and depravity. He wanted to watch Sanji break and then build him back up into his perfect slave. Oh, he would take care of the priest. He would make sure he wanted for nothing, but he wanted him to bend to every single one of his needs. It was all he wanted. He wanted to break him repeatedly only to keep building him up. It took him a while to get there but he managed to get into Sanji from the hilt. There was a little bump in Sanji’s stomach where the head of his cock was pressing against his stomach and... that was hot.

“That’s it...you are doing so good for me,” Zoro said, smoothly with his voice only hitching a little due to how tight Sanji was around his cock and he was tight. He watched the blonde intently for his reaction but could only see Sanji’s eyes fill with more tears.

Something about Zoro calling him a good boy was filling him with so much want and desire. He didn’t know it was possible for him, but he wanted to just give in. Enjoy himself being fucked in front of the alter. Denounce his faith and worship this demon entirely. Become a slave to this demon’s desires.

“I...”

Sanji couldn’t get a word out but that was because Zoro pulled himself out only to push himself back in. When he had pulled out, Zoro had missed the feeling of the human wrapped around him. Sanji didn’t realise that this could feel so good. If he was brutally honest, he never thought about anal sex like this; only thought of how nice it would be to feel the warmth of a woman’s walls wrapped around him.

Well, this was entirely different.

Sanji let a moan escape his mouth after Zoro had done this a few times. Zoro grinned with a toothy smile. He knew he had the priest right where he wanted him, so he began to set a brutal pace watching the priest arch his back.

“That’s it...forget your faith...” Zoro reached up and grabbed Sanji by his hair and held him for a while, watching his tear-stained face as he began to fuck him brutally, “Say it...say you denounce God. I’m your God now,”

“I...I...” Sanji couldn’t speak for being overwhelmed but it was starting to feel like it was all becoming a lot. He couldn’t deny how he felt now. He couldn’t deny it. He had been questioning his faith for a while. He didn’t belong to the robes. He was stained, dirty and rotten now but he was about to be reborn into something much better... something brand new, “....I... I Fuck...I don’t want to belong to God anymore. I want to belong to you,”

Zoro couldn’t hold back to moan that came out of his mouth at those words. His pace quickened as he began to brutally fuck Sanji on his cock. The head of his cock rapidly outlining in his stomach as he bounced the human roughly and with purpose. To chase his own orgasm and make him belong to him.

“That’s it...you belong to me now...” He couldn’t believe it. He managed to get this human priest to submit to him. How happy they were going to be together, “You’re going to be my little pet, priest. My fuck toy...my slave... you’re going to want for nothing,” So overwhelmed with wanting and happiness that he managed to get the priest to submit to him, Zoro leaned down and with his teeth bit hard into Sanji’s shoulder. The blood spilled out over Sanji’s collar bone as Sanji grunted and groaned. In fact, the sensation of Zoro biting him caused Sanji to let go of all of his wants entirely and as pleasure spread throughout his body in the most numbing way, Sanji came against their bodies. What Sanji didn't’ know was that Zoro had just claimed him. Now his essence is part of him. Sanji would never be able to go anywhere without Zoro knowing. Not that it would ever happen because Sanji would belong to him body and soul now.

“Good boy...Fuck...”

Zoro was close. He kept fucking Sanji hard before he slipped his knot inside Sanji even more. The outline of Zoro’s large cock pressing hard against his stomach and making him feel full. It was then that Zoro came hard, pumping out large volumes of cum inside his stomach. How he wished Sanji had a womb in this moment. How wonderful it would be to pump him full of cum and make him carry his demon seed only to do it all over again when he was done? The thought nearly made Sanji’s mouth water but...perhaps that was something for another day.

As they were there panting, Zoro slipped his arms around Sanji in a protective embrace. Sanji’s breathing was heavy, but he seemed really out of it which made Zoro feel proud but protective.

“You’re mine now...”

Zoro neeeded to take Sanji away so they were somewhere save. With a flick of his wrist, he brought up some sort of portal. He held Sanji in his arms, he seemed to be slipping out of it. Well, he meant what he said. He was taking Sanji back to his world. After all...he was his.

“I’m going to look after you now...”

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