#esrana flynn

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The woman smiles, and gives a nod. “Of course. I understand.” Her voice is smooth and accented, faintly Russian. She seems to recognise you, but you don't recognise her.

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okay so like. the monochrome mentality by riproducer. it's such a good song and I associate it with Forsaken Souls SO MUCH cuz it's literally the gist of the lore. I'll explain.

Vanté belongs to @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @paranoia-exe, and Ama and Fletcher were a collaborative oc between xir and myself!!

(readmore because oo ramble and this is. very messy. I'm sorry)

okay so. we've got what I assume is vflower's part in the song. the whole "gather round for all to see the hideous atrocious committed by this individual" — "let's put them right where they belong, this law defying individual" — "and once they are exposed we will annihilate them" — "to those of you they have infected, I'm calling out a roster of accumulating unsavoury sins" — "come on, get it over with! toss the poison down the hatch! their decomposed integrity with a rotten soul to match" — "I think that I can testify, we'd rather have them dead." deeefffinetly give The Survivors. I mean. they're literally a bunch of people who survived rayan when he was on a bloody murder spree lmao. especially Madir, Foster, Esrana and Amaryliss (as like Es and Zayn, I assume Ama hadn't interacted with Rayan prior to her joining TS, so I assume she'd be holding a grudge against Rayan for hurting Fletch?) because they all hate Rayan the most. they literally created TS to make him suffer for what he did. they literally see Rayan as Cora, even though he's trying to be better and he's nothing like Cora anymore. I dunno if I explained it well but the lyrics I chose definitely remind me of most of TS (excluding Ezra, Zayn and also kinda Ivy since xir's sorta neutral about Rayan)

and then there's what (I think) is the part sung by gumi!! lines such as "hey, tell me what they've done to you. this unsuspecting individual" — "to those of you this has affected, I'm calling out the monster that initiated this needless hatred" — "come on, just get over it, try to give them one more chance" remind me of Maddie and Vee, and basically anyone else who supports / has supported Rayan and was/is on his side! since Rayan had already served his time in prison, they probably believe The Survivors' actions are unnecessary, especially since it's been going on for so long. and then the whole "try to give them one more chance" is because like- Rayan's trying to improve, he's been trying to become a better person for a long, long time and he's doing the best he can. but, The Survivors are ignoring that.

another thing I'd like to note is the whole stanza after that:

this is definitely Ezra. he's conflicted: they're on Rayan's side, but then again, Rayan killed his older brother, who was practically the most important figure in his life.

AND THEN!!!! and then the majority of maika's part:

THIS IS RAYAN!! he's sick of the torture, the torment, the constant pain from his captors and he's sick of people fighting over him when he's immortal and can just deal with it until The Survivors die, and he's practically pleading TS to finish making him suffer because he's just bored of it.

I dunno if I explained this well but I hope the lyrics I chose conveyed it better!!

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WAIT HOLY CRAP I CAN RAMBLE?? OH HELL YEAH

I'm not gonna go *too* into the main plotline and I'll only do one of the characters cuz it does contain a lot of triggering content, but it's all on my other blog which is a whump blog lmao

okay sO- forsaken souls woo!! I hope I do this right-

the main character of Forsaken Souls is Rayan Hyacinth (previously Cora Maguire; I'll explain why in a sec!), who uses he/it pronouns. he is immortal, and stuck at the physical age of 35, though could be much older by now (late 30's, early 40's). he is an ex-serial killer, which is where the whole Cora ordeal will come in soon, and there are a group of his remaining / surviving victims just doing some good ol' revenge shenanigans so to speak, who are quite fittingly named The Survivors! y'know what I'll name them but I won't go too into them I don't want this to be too long to fill your askbox or something- Foster Canavan (they/them), Ezra Hendrix (he/zem/they), Madir Ahearn (he/him), Esrana Flynn (she/her), Zayn Flynn (he/they) and two other characters created by one of my wonderful mutuals and partner in (whump related) crime /j: Amaryliss O'Harris (she/her) and Fletcher O'Harris (he/him). holy crap that's a lot.

anyhow, there are multiple reasons Rayan used to be called Cora, such as:

he changed his name cuz he's transmasc

he also needed to change his name cuz. y'know. being a serial killer kinda means you become a little more known. the name change in general didn't work out lmao but he's sticking with it

he just sorta didn't like his name and thought it didn't fit him

AND OH OH OOU OIOHOOHOHHO AND because, in canon, Rayan tends to talk about Cora as if they were a different person. he doesn't want to associate himself with Cora, and his kills, etc etc. it confuses me sometimes, especially cuz in any of my written words their name tags are seperate (e.g. "rayan hyacinth" and "cora maguire" are both each seperate tags) but it's fiinnnneeeee

uhh in general he's Not Doing Okay™. he's going through the horrors ig. he's my little guy. my original boy

also this is him!! I I made this using this cool picrew just found. I don't draw so y'know-

his clothing style is more like Caroline Carr's, so very gothy (yeah he dresses feminine too!!) but y'know we balling

love the earrings!

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silly little esrana profile since I haven't drawn her yet ;3 she's gorgeous wtf

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colour is a thing I use very frequently in the process of designing my characters. they can all be reduced to a single colour that is incorporated in their design and / or personality in some way

for example:

Rayan's assigned colour is red. he has a warm colour scheme in his design, commonly wears red, and is always covered in blood. always

Foster is blue. in comparison, their design uses greys, blacks and of course, blues. their demeanour is equally as cold.

Aarin is more of a pastel blue, due to the colour of their eyes and their withdrawn, quiet personality

Zuriel is orange. compared to Aarin, its design is warm and friendly, much like its personality. it and Aarin balance each other out perfectly

Ailean is a light, pale green. due to the white brightness of the lab and their own albinism, along with the fact his design is inspired by a hemlock flower, they have a pale, muted appearance

Madir is beige. this is mostly shown in his design, in the white streaks of his hair from his poliosis and his dark, neutral clothing style

Esrana is a dark purpleish-pink. purple is an elegant colour, wouldn't you say? perfectly describes her, from her hair to her silky smooth accent

Madison is a mahogany colour. a strong colour, yet warm and inviting. she could crush you if she were so inclined, and yet her hands are gentle

Kore is a smoky, foggy grey. hard and cold like stone, scrutinizing eyes judging your every move. a vile man, he is

Zayn is a lavender-ish colour. unlike Esrana, who's dark and unforgiving, he's a lighter, more easygoing person

Derwyn is a neon, bright pink. eager, bright, loud. the colour reminds me a lot of their wide, unblinking eyes

Ezra is white. like ailean, he has albinism, and this is incorporated in his design a lot. he has a pale, light colour scheme, and nobody can really tell whether or not he's actually okay with or against Foster's situation with a captive. he's just.. neutral. white

but what about Ruaridh, you say? well, they're a special case

the lab is the only thing Ruaridh has known. for their entire life, they've had nothing but the clothes that Derwyn gave them, nothing but the books Derwyn gave them, nothing but the injections that Derwyn injected. they've had no outside communication, had never seen the world, had never had a chance to gain their own colour, in a way. they don't exactly have a colour

anyway. I like my ocs

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TEENY DRABBLE FOR YOU LOT LETS GOOOOOO!!! Vee and Vesker belong to @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!

Madison had thought that, after her temporary captivity with The Survivors, that they'd leave her alone after that. They'd all gotten everything they could out of her, and she figured that now she'd hidden away for a couple days at Theo's, it was all over now.

An empty, aching feeling in her chest, she absently unlocked the door to her house, letting it creak open as she stepped in. She'd just dropped Rayan off at Vesker's, and she prayed on whatever God or Goddess existed that they would both be okay on their own.

Evergreen eyes sweeping across the dark, midnight shrouded home Madison had missed so much, her attention was drawn to something written on the wall in the living room. At first, she thought the boys had been messing around again; but as she walked inside the room, her blood ran cold.

In crimson, bold letters, the writing on the wall read: "Found you! :)"

Oh, crap.

"Zuriel? Aarin? Vee?" She called out one by one, racing upstairs. Madison nearly sobbed in relief when Aarin stepped into the hall, their magnificent halo casting a spotlight onto their freckled face.

"Where's Zuriel?"

"Asleep. I- I just woke up."

"That's okay, baby," Madison sighed out, walking up to the small angel and wrapping them in a half-hug. "Go wake ZuZu up, and tell it that we're gonna go on a little road trip. Do that for me whilst I get Vee, okay?"

Aarin tilted their head, confused. "Is it because of the writing? Two people came in the other day, and- and they said they needed to talk to Dad."

"Who?"

"I'on know. A boy and a girl. They both have long hair, kinda like ZuZu's but a tiny bit shorter."

Madison cursed beneath her breath. Esrana and Madir.

"O-Okay, I'll look for Dad, you just get Zuriel up and pack some clothes, alrighty?"

"Okay!" Aarin squeezed Madison, before walking back into them and Zuriel's bedroom.

"Vanté? You here?" Striding tensely to Vanté's bedroom, she cracked open the door, flicking on the light. He wasn't there. The only thing that hinted that some sort of activity had taken place were the few drops of blood on his bedsheets.

"...Vee...?"

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Ring-Bound Notebook

Hey! Yeah, uh- you! Before you proceed, this written work may contain:

blood, torture, prolonged captivity, multiple whumpers, whumper-turned-whumpee, amputation, multiple failed escape attempts, immortal whumpee, potential re-living trauma??, impalement, phrase repetition, slight rescue / recovery whump at the end, suicidal ideation / thoughts

Vanté Ramirez, Vesker Faithern and Fletcher O'Harris belong to my wonderful mutual, @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @paranoia-exe!! go check him out!!!!

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Looking down at the bloodied notebook he'd resented for so long stuffed into his bedside table, Rayan sighed. He swore to never re-read the notebook, reluctant to live out the years of captivity he went through, but.. he just couldn't handle it.

Vigorously snatching the notebook up, he flopped down onto his bed, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping bandaged arms around them. He despised how the damned thing felt so right in his hands; it fit in his grasp perfectly, cold and familiar.

He'd never admit it, but it took him a while to even start the first page, let alone open the notebook itself. He just stared at the cover, at the stickers — worn down with time, scratched or even peeling and ripped— caked in dried blood. His dried blood.

But eventually, to his own dismay, his finger clasped tighter around the notebook, and with strangely baited breath he flicked open to the first page. It seemed as though a nice little trip down memory lane was in order.

Zayn never exactly had a purpose for a notebook. Ring bound with multiple stickers he'd collected during their childhood stuck onto the cover, he just didn't know what to do with it. The useless thing was just.. laying around; plus, he had a diary of his own now. Esrana told him to give it to "the thing in the basement". And her reasoning behind giving it to Rayan? It was because both of them were useless. Great.

"Hey. I've got this for you. Es told me to hand it to you since I don't need it. It'll keep you occupied!" Rayan distinctly remembered Zayn telling him that before setting the notebook down in front of him, his soft Welsh accent ringing pleasantly in his ears.

Alas, Zayn handed it to Rayan during one of their visits, along with two pens. One's ink was in black, the other was in blue, since the former didn't know which colour he preferred. Looking back, it seemed to Rayan that he preferred blue, and the black pen he must've used to doodle and scribble in the margin of each page or wherever else he could fit it.

They promised to give Rayan new pens whenever they ran out and, as usual, he stuck to it; not once did Rayan see even a hint of the ink on either of the pens running dry.

The first few pages were worn and torn, some having been ripped out entirely. The ones that weren't were filled with notes in Zayn's unusually neat script about god knows what — from his time in school to his mother and Esrana, from simple reminders to full paragraphs of rambles. Rayan didn't have the heart to judge them, even now.

A couple pages after, and it was the start of Rayan's own ramblings. Oh, how Rayan dreaded this moment.

He set the notebook down in his lap, evergreen eyes skimming over the pages.

Date: ?

Time: ?

I don't know how this is meant to benefit me. Sure, the notebook's nice and all, I like it. I don't know. There's not much I can write in here, since my captivity isn't very special. I guess I can just I think nevermind. I'll just ramble about fuck all.

I hate this place. I can hardly sleep because I keep hearing footsteps from the floor above this fucking basement. I don't know how many of them there are. I know about the guy with the bat, and the one who keeps staring at me and who I've never really seen blinking yet, and the girl who's Zayn's sister. That's all. I swear there's more of them, though.

I can't be sure. But, at least Zayn gives me food and also gave me a blanket and some pillows so I can sleep. Sure, the ground isn't comfortable, but I can somewhat lay on the pillows, which is good enough. Totally not as if my back hurts already and this is just making it worse. Totally not. Why am I even mad at Zayn?

I'm gonna try and sleep. Emphasis on try. Everything hurts.

"God's sake.." Rayan mumbled hoarsely, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had to admit, that one wasn't all bad. But, he knew worse was to come.

He flicked over to the next page.

Date: ? sometime in October (Zayn told me)

Time: ?

There's more of them. It's- this is ridiculous. Fucking Ezra???

I can't believe he'd side with them. Hell, I don't know what to say anymore. Fuck this shit.

I also keep getting hurt by the bat guy; their names Foster, apparently. I don't wanna explain what they did with that stupid fucking bat of theirs, other than they hit me somewhere on the back and it really hurts because they screwed fucking nails into the bat. I hate this.

I don't even know what I did wrong.

Rayan scoffed. "'I don't even know what I did wrong', my ass.."

His attention turned to the next page. A little more blood was splattered across the paper, and there were obvious signs he'd been crying when he wrote this.

Date: ?

Time: ?

Everything fucking hurts. More and more of them keep coming down and torturing me and hurting me and I'm just sick of this shit. I can't get even a moment of fucking peace anymore. What did I do?

He was surprised how short this one was. He couldn't remember why he had cut it so short in the first place.

The next page.

Date:

Time:

Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. He- Holy shit.

I can't even fucking what the fuck. It hurts so bad. Fuck. Okay. I need to calm down.

Oh, no.

Rayan flicked to the next page with shaking hands.

Date:

Time:

Writing this whilst Zayn bandages me up. I'm so tired. So much has been going on.

Madir, he. He cut off my fucking leg. I had tried to escape by attacking Foster and getting out of the basement, and I was so fucking close when Madir got me (Madir's the one who keeps staring. I don't know what his problem is). Then.. I don't even wanna remember.

The torture's been getting worse. Esrana threw me out a window at one point. They've also found out that, despite me being immortal, I can somewhat die if they slit my throat. They keep doing it, and from what I understand they play some sort of game where they compete and the winner is the person who keeps me "dead" for the longest. So far, I think Ezra has.

I should've never started killing people. I've already served my time in prison, and now this? I don't deserve this I think I deserve it, though.

Next page, and this time Rayan had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from tearing up.

Date:

Time:

There's so much blood. The floor is stained with it, my restraints are stained with it, Hell, even my bed. Thankfully, Zayn let me out of the restraints so I can write.

I swear, this is the only thing I can rely on to not lose my fucking mind. The smell of blood and.. other stuff is intoxicating, I hate it. I hate this. I hate Esrana, and Foster, and Zayn, and Madir, and Ezra, and Fletcher— God, fucking Fletcher! We were friends! And now he just watches me waste away here?!

I've felt too sick to eat and sleep. I don't care anymore. I doubt people even remember me. I hope Maddie's okay. And Vee. And.. I don't know. Who do I have?

I'm gonna try and escape. I can't walk, given my leg from the thigh down is missing, but.. whatever. I'll manage.

Next page. This one seemed more recent.

Date:

Time:

It didn't work as well as the other times. There's a fucking- I don't what it is, but it's stuck in my other leg and practically keeping me impaled and pinned onto the floor. It hurts so bad.

I've given up trying to fight by now. I just want to make it stop. I wish I could die. I wish I never existed. I wish I never began killing people. I wish I could kill myself.

I deserve this.

Rayan's spare hand ran over his prosthetic leg, sighing. He never realized how much he himself had suffered. It all felt unreal. It's why he thought about it as if it were just a story, or a silly nightmare. Everything was silly at this point.

He flicked past the other pages, skimming through them, until one near the end of the notebook caught his eyes. Reading cautiously, he placed his chin on his hand and couldn't help but notice his handwriting was more neat. And no blood was splattered on the page.

Date: 26/10

Time: 3:26 PM

It's my birthday! I forgot how old I am. I'm in the hospital right now, I think. It's a long story, but I'm alone right now, save for Maddie sleeping and Vee idly talking to me. I've got plenty of time.

The Survivors got arrested. I escaped from the police - they scare me, okay? I thought they were gonna hurt me - and went to god-knows-where. I stayed homeless for a time, occasionally couch surfing or staying at a new friend's house. She's called Evelyn. She's nice.

Anyway. Maddie and Vee eventually found me, and took me home and then (after seeing how shitty I looked) took me to the hospital instead. It's been a funny couple of days, especially with me learning that these doctors don't want to hurt me and that the things being put into my body won't harm me, but.. at least I'm free. They're gonna get me a prosthetic soon.

I get to see Vesk again. I get to see Theo. And Maddie's fiance, Vivian. Maddie's reluctant to invite me to the wedding, since she knows I need time to recover, but I can tell she really does want to.

Something feels wrong, though. That I don't deserve to rest. I keep imagining restraints around me. I keep hearing them laugh. I keep.. nevermind. It's fine, though.

I don't think I'm gonna be sharing what's in this notebook. It's better to keep it a secret. I don't want people worrying about me more than they already are. Especially Maddie.

Maddie's waking up, I think. I'm home now. I think. I'm gonna be okay now. I think. I don't know. I hope so.

Rayan suddenly glanced up as he heard his bedroom door creak open, squinting up at Vanté. He was a mere silhouette against the absurdly bright hallway light. The notebook slammed shut.

"Hi, Vee." They both grinned.

"Hey," The demon responded, his deep voice rumbling pleasantly in Rayan's ears. "Mum's called you down three times, cause we're going out for dinner today. She said you can bring Tadhg if you want to, too. You coming?"

He chuckled, getting up with a soft groan and setting his notebook down, grabbing a jacket as he spoke. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be down in a sec. Is this—" he gestured to his outfit— "too flashy?"

"Of course not," Vanté waved off his question with a smile. "It's perfect."

"Oh, hush."

Both of them couldn't help but laugh. Vanté's diamond eyes glanced downwards, noticing the notebook. "What's that?"

"Huh-? Oh, that?" Rayan chuckled nervously, quickly shoving the book under his pillow. "Just a uh- a thing."

The demon didn't respond directly, but gave him a knowing smile. Rayan had an inkling the demon had experienced something similar to what he himself was feeling.

Before the silence could get more uncomfortable than it already was, the demon grabbed the immortal's hand and dragged him out of the room, earning a surprised laugh from the latter. "Come on, lazy ass. Don't bother getting platforms, it's a long walk.

"Awwhh, we're not driving there?"

"It's not that bad, kid."

"Hey- I'm not a kid!"

"You are to me!"

They both laughed. Maybe life wasn't that bad after all.

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I fell asleep imagining a later chapter in htkai...... madir n es are besties...... they're so cool.......

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just thought of what my ocs would taste like if they were edible so I thought I'd just put some of them here

Ailean — floral perfume when you accidentally spray it into your mouth

Rayan — rotting meat probably. it suits him

Ruaridh — c h e m i c a l s

Madison — a warm cup of tea

Ezra — tequila

Foster — blood probably

Esrana — red wine

Madir — metal

Aarin — water

Zuriel — salt water

Kore — f o g. I will not elaborate much but fog looks like it'd have a distinct taste and it is kore

uhh I think that's all of them. I can't think of one for zayn or any others I forgor :c

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[Beat Me Till I'm Bloody And Bruised.]

A/N: RAYAN'S BACK BITCHEESSSSSS WOOO INTENSE ROCK MUSIC!!! as always, Vanté belongs to the man, myth and legend himself, @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!

CW: captivity whump, immortal whumpee, mention / implication of amputation whump, multiple whumpers, perhaps interrogation?, violence / kinda gore?

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Rayan didn't know how long he'd been curled up like this. With rope bound wrists close to his chest, a bruised knee resting against the wall as his spine curled awkwardly. It was.. eerily comfortable, despite the putrid smell of blood and decay surrounding him; evermore reminding him of where he was, and who he was with. Of the monsters who trapped him in this godforsaken basement.

And the worst part was, he didn't know how much time had passed since he'd last been outside, since there were no clocks to tell the time or even fill the silence with their repetitive, soothing ticking sound. The last time he'd seen Madison. Or Vanté. Or talked to Theo. Or bonded with his own son. The only things he had to keep him occupied were his notebook, the now bloodied blanket Zayn had given to him the first time he'd been captured, and his own voice.

And, of course, his captors. Rayan despised every one of them. Everything about Madir, from his unwavering, uncanny gaze to what he did to him, and now he had a discarded prosthetic on the other side of the room to prove that what he did wasn't just some sick nightmare, made his blood boil with resentment. He didn't even do anything to Esrana — the immortal hadn't even met her until Foster introduced her as their cousin — and the fact that she hated him just as much as the others made him.. he didn't even know. He doubted he could feel much other than pain anymore.

Rayan's train of thought was interrupted as the door to the basement, scratched and bloodied, opened with a creak that made him wince, and he had no time to react as he was pulled to his feet by the rope on his wrists. The weakened immortal could only watch as his wrists were suspended over his head, attached by rope to a hook on the ceiling. His gaze focused, and his eyes narrowed at the grinning figure before him. Esrana.

"Speak of the devil," Rayan murmured with a tone full of resentment.

But his captor just chuckled in response, turning her back to him and picking up her cousin's bloodied bat. "I'm no devil, immortal."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What do you want from me?"

"I'm not sure. I'm bored, and I want to hurt you."

He raised an eyebrow. That wasn't anything new. "You wish you could kill me, though, huh?"

Esrana sighed. "Yes. It seems you know me too well now."

"I really don't," Rayan responded with a scowl. "You can't kill me with anything you lot have."

"I know."

"...But, you could, in another way, if you want to risk it."

"I do want to. We all do. How?"

Rayan decided to mess with her. He knew it'd only lead to him getting hurt, but right now he didn't care. He would much rather dodge the question, now that he'd mistakenly brought it up. "Well.. uhm.."

"Spit it out." She hissed, clutching Foster's bat tighter in her gloved hand.

"We- Well, hold on, let me think about i—"

The bat clattered to the ground, interrupting him, and a sharp cry broke through the air as a punch landed against his chest, sending him swaying on his feet. Esrana sneered. "Say it!"

"O-Okay! That—" Rayan coughed, bowing his head and hissing as an aching pain flared up in his chest. "That sapphire serum, thing, that Vanté has. What- Whatever it is, it's the only thing that can make him die, and he's immortal. I'm immortal, too, so why don't you get that and try it on me? It's what you want."

Esrana let out a scoff, crossing her arms. "I- I doubt that'd work. Vanté is a demon, he's entirely non-human, he is not from this- this, realm. You two are entirely different. You're.."

"What? Human?"

"No-"

"Then what am I that makes me so different from humans, but nothing non-human? Like what you believe, I am from this realm. Like what you believe, I am entirely 'normal'." Rayan's expression hardened, gaze clouded with a gradually growing sense of anger. "Other than the fact I cannot truly, eternally die, by yours and Foster's standards I am entirely human. So, specifically, what am I, if I'm not human and not a supernatural or otherwise non-human creature?"

"...You're heartless, a- a selfish monster."

The immortal just glared, though the expression was weak and veiled by bloody bruises. "That's still not very specific."

With blinding speed, Esrana picked the bat back up and swung it at his unprotected torso, and Rayan couldn't help but let out a strained cry that bounced off the bloodied walls of the basement. Another hit came, bringing tears to Rayan's eyes as the nails screwed into the wood grazed and ripped across his bare flesh.

"Pathetic," She spat, twirling the bat in her hand before hitting Rayan's leg. He lost his footing, the rope straining to keep him aloft as he groaned in pain.

"Fuck you, Esrana."

"You say my name as if it's an insult."

"It is!"

Esrana's eyes flashed with anger, unwinding the rope and letting Rayan drop to the ground, before picking the bat up once more. The last thing Rayan saw was a bat swinging at his face, and Esrana's expression twisted with rage.

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Whumptober Day 19 Alternative Prompt: Betrayal.

A/N: teeny continuation of this Whumptober!!

Characters:

— Zayn Flynn (Caretaker) he/they

— Esrana Flynn (Whumper) she/her

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"You.. You what?" Esrana questioned incredulously. Crap. With her usually soft gaze gone, replaced with a harsh glare, she removed her hands from Zayn's shoulders. "You called the cops on us?!"

Zayn reluctantly nodded, attempting to stand his ground even as his voice came out weak and small. "I had to. I— I couldn't let what you were doing to Rayan go on, it was horrible. Plus, he had—"

"Oh, don't start with your sympathy bullshit, Zayn!" She snapped at her brother through gritted teeth. "It deserved everything that we did to it. If it didn't want— this, to happen, then it shouldn't have started killing people all those years ago, huh."

"You don't understand—"

"Oh, I fucking understand!"

Zayn flinched and went silent, eyes wide. He just wanted her to hear them out. But it seemed as though she wasn't intent on doing that.

"...I'll drop you off at Mum's. I'm staying the night somewhere else. Where the cops won't find me. Got it?"

"Got it.."

Zayn already regretted calling the cops. Now, most of his friends were gone, and they didn't doubt for a moment his relationship with his own sister would be rocky from now on. But, he had saved Rayan...

At least he'll be going back home. Real home. Not— Not Foster's house, or Madir's weird cabin, or— or even, at times, Madison's warm and calming home. They'll be going home.

He just wished he hadn't sacrificed— well, everything, in the process.

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[Full Character Summaries: Forsaken Souls]

Feel free to send asks about them!!

(tw for alcoholism, uhh- just mentions of torture and murder and whatnot, y'know we ballin)

Character Summary 1: Rayan Hyacinth (he/it)

Rayan Cruz Hyacinth, although his birth name is Cora Cruz Maguire, is an ex-serial murderer and an immortal man stuck in his mid 30's. He is described to be slightly egocentric and very irritable, though sometimes these prominent traits are underlined by the way he acts when in the captivity of a group of his surviving victims, quite fittingly titled The Survivors.

Rayan has two known siblings; Madison Maguire, and Theo Hyacinth. Madison is the eldest daughter, Theo close behind, leaving Rayan as the youngest sibling. They are all originally from Dublin, Ireland.

Rayan stands at 5'9, with outgrown, dark brown hair styled to sweep over his right eye. He is transgender but has no dysphoria from his chest, and as such he embraces his feminine figure. He has green eyes and an accumulation of scars, mostly across his neck, back, stomach, chest and thighs. However, there is one scar across his right eye, where he had nearly been blinded. He has a lip piercing and multiple piercings on his ears, and a tattoo across his neck of a dotted like with the text "cut here" underneath. He also has a prosthetic leg, since his right leg was cut off by one of his torturers.

As previously mentioned, Rayan is immortal and an ex-serial killer. He has the ability to regenerate alarmingly quickly depending on the severity of the wound. However, there is one known way to somewhat kill him, through slitting his throat, in which he will come back after a couple of hours.

Character Summary 2: Foster Canavan (they/them)

Foster Zephyr Canavan is the creator and leader of The Survivors, and was one of Rayan's victims. They are in their late 20's, and are described to mainly be charismatic, though they're cruel toward Rayan, their past torturer and now victim.

They have no known siblings, nor do they have any parents on record; although they do have cousins, Esrana and Zayn Flynn. They changed their name to Foster after coming out as non binary, but nobody knows their birth name. They originated in Worcester, United Kingdom, and have a rather strong and deep accent.

They stand at 5'4, with black hair commonly slicked back or parted. They have heterochromia, their right eye being grey and their left eye being a light blue colour. They have multiple scars across their face and neck, along with larger ones on their back, and have a septum, eyebrow and a "snake bite" piercing.

Character Summary 3: Esrana Flynn (she/her)

Esrana Amara-Ivy Flynn, who is about 27 years old, is Foster's cousin and the co-leader of The Survivors. She is usually described to be sly and judging, though sometimes can be more affectionate and gentle with the others, especially her younger brother. Sometimes. When she isn't being soft, she demands a lot from the members of the group, her previously mentioned brother being the one she most frequently pressures.

As previously discussed, she has a younger brother, and both of them are the cousins of Foster Canavan. Her mother was a single parent, though the three of them got on with day-to-day life well, and had a relaxed childhood for the most part. She was born in Leeds, United Kingdom, though had moved around a lot and eventually settled in Redditch.

She stands at 5'10, with dark, olive skin and black hair she frequently leaves down, letting it fall down her back and shoulders in curls. She has brown eyes and full lips, yet has a father masculine physique. She has no scars because, unlike the rest of the members, neither she or her brother had actually interacted with Rayan prior to the group being created.

Character Summary 4: Zayn Flynn (he/they)

Zayn Felix Flynn is Foster's cousin and the younger brother of Esrana Flynn, currently only 19 years old. He is the nicest of the group, described to be compassionate and caring toward all of his peers, which is what gave him the job to be Rayan Hyacinth's caretaker during the immortal's captivity. Despite his sister demanding him to do so, he can never bring himself to hurt or re-capture Rayan.

As just said, Esrana is Zayn's sister, and Foster is their cousin. Zayn had been adopted by their mother when Esrana was eight years old, despite them looking somewhat similar. As far as they are concerned, Zayn cannot remember much of their childhood vividly. He has a slight Welsh accent, so he just assumes and says that he originated in Wales.

Zayn has slightly lighter skin than Esrana but they still remain similar nonetheless; his being an olive brown whereas his sister's is sepia toned. He has dark, amber eyes and soft features, and stands at around 5'2-5'3. He doesn't have any major scars, but has some burn marks across his arm from an incident during Rayan's captivity.

Character Summary 5: Ezra Hendrix (he/xem/they)

Ezra Atticus Hendrix is a member of The Survivors who had unfortunately lost his brother to the immortal. He is described to be energetic and bubbly, being the most lively of the group. Despite this, the 23 year old is just as cruel toward Rayan as Foster is, but at least he cares enough to patch Rayan up afterwards. Sometimes.

As previously mentioned, Ezra had an older brother, named Rome Felix Hendrix, who unfortunately passed away when Rayan had tortured and killed him. Xe, hoping to avenge xir dead brother, joined The Survivors after xe was introduced to it. Both xem and xir brother were born in Houston, Texas.

They have pale, ivory toned skin, and dyed red hair styled into a mullet. They have blue eyes and freckles, and stand at around 6'0, making them the tallest. They also have a tattoo on their face of an upside down cross between their eyebrows, and have multiple more tattoos across their body, along with dagger ear piercings. They mostly have scars across their arms and chest, some on their thighs and one on their lip.

Character Summary 6: Madir Ahearn (he/him)

Madir Echard Ahearn is the oldest member of The Survivors, and the most brutal when it comes to torturing Rayan; though he does so rarely. He's described to be closed off and cold, yet sadistic in the face of putting others in pain. He's in his late 30's to early 40's, give or take.

Madir was an only child and dealt with an alcoholic father and a mother who wasn't always there, and so due to their parenting he blocked contact with them as best as he could, which led him to disgust the sight of alcohol (to the dismay of Ezra). He was born in Munich, Germany.

He has sienna toned skin and green-hazel eyes, his hair a dull brown brown and streaked with grey and white due to having Poliosis. He stands close to Ezra's height at only 5'11. His right arm had to be amputated as he damaged it beyond repair whilst escaping from Rayan, so he has a prosthetic as a substitute for the missing limb. He has a tattoo sleeve on his arm along with a semi-colon tattoo, and has a stud piercing on his left ear, along with a lip piercing. He has small scars on his arms and biceps, along with his back and sides.

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HEY BUSTERS HERES SOME OCS!!!

the creator of this picrew is @chereverie here on tumblr, and they are also on twitter and instagram!

anywho OCS!!! SO the first batch is (in order):

Rayan (he/it)

Maddie / Madison (she/her)

Vivian (she/they)

AND THEN

the two girlbosses themselves:

Esrana / Es (she/her)

Ivy (she/he/they/xir)

AND FINALLY

boom!!!! get flashbanged with the halos and horns blorbos

Zuriel (it/its)

Aarin (they/them)

is uhm. is it obvious I like this picrew quite a bit

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[Silence Speaks Louder.]

Synop: Madison breaks into Foster's home to rescue Rayan, but not all goes as expected. Turns out not everyone is tired when the sun goes down.

CW: home invasion ig, implied team whump, failed escape / rescue attempt, lady whump, stabbing.

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Frigid midnight air seeped into Madison's hoodie as she picked the lock in the backdoor; infinitely thankful she'd remembered how to do it from when she'd watched Vanté do the same. As she nudged it open with her shoulder, careful to make as little noise as she could, she could only pray everybody in the house — except for Rayan — was asleep.

Quickly peeking around the corner, the photographer sighed in relief when she was certain that the house was silent. Silence was good. Silence meant nobody could watch as she fetched Rayan and got out of this hellhole. Carefully slipping past the door and closing it behind her so the wind wouldn't slam it shut and alert the inhabitants, Madison winced as the floorboards creaked under her weight; her jaw set tight as she blindly made her way through the eerie, dark building. It was clean and strangely normal looking inside, but despite the serenity of each room she felt a looming sense of dread in her stomach, growing more prominent with each step. Not enough for her to change her mind and not rescue her own brother, though.

Madison looked through every room she came across, hands feeling around every drawer and cabinet, every surface, trying to find anything that gave away that Rayan hadn't been moved somewhere else. She eventually found his phone, cracked and bloodied, which was something. Stuffing it in her pocket, she made her way back into the hall and to the staircase that led to the basement.

The darkness was unsettling her by now, so she hastily sneaked down the creaking stairs. But the closer she got to the door, the more the air grew cold and the putrid smell of decay lingered around the woman more than ever. She rattled the doorknob when she was in arms length of it, only to realise it was locked.

"Crap," Madison hissed, rattling it again to make certain that it was locked and that her arms didn't just felt shaky and weak. Foot tapping on the ground nervously, she fished in her pocket for whatever lockpicking tools she'd brought with her.

But Madison's body went rigid when she heard a low chuckle from behind her. "Are you having trouble there, милый?"

Madison couldn't stifle a yelp of pain as she was pulled backwards by her hair and pressed flush against Esrana, who was suddenly holding a kitchen knife dangerously close to the older woman's throat; as expected, Madison stopped fighting against her grip. "Move a muscle and I will give you and Rayan matching neck scar." Esrana warned in a low, dangerous tone, her broken English prominent and accent strong. Pulling the knife away, she moved to unlock the door and shove Madison in. The latter whipped around after she stumbled, eyes wide before squinting as the swaying, hanging light in the room flickered on.

"Now, ah," Esrana sighed, shutting and locking the door with a grin. "What's this little intruder doing here at night, hm?"

Madison couldn't respond, too distracted staring at the trembling, curled up form of her little brother against the wall. A blanket, dried blood coating its once probably fluffy surface, was tugged tight over his shoulders, his prosthetic discarded somewhere where he couldn't reach. It's not like he could reach too much, anyway, since his wrists were bound together with rope that rubbed against his pale skin, and a short string of it came down in a noose loosely around his neck, tied to a hook attached to the ceiling. Rayan couldn't move unless he wanted to risk being choked. He looked like a trainwreck; probably why she couldn't seem to look away.

"...Maddie...?"

"Quiet, thing." Esrana snapped back, causing the poor boy to flinch away and fall silent again.

That regained Madison's attention. She glared over to the shorter woman, hands tightening into white-knuckled fists. "Listen, I don't wanna have to hurt you, kid. Let Rayan go."

Esrana just smirked. "Why should I? It is monster, for God's sake."

"No he isn't! He's trying to be better, plus the whole incident was years ago. This has gone on for too long, Esrana, just let him go. This is petty."

"Incident? It is serial killer. It ruined the lives of so many people, and you're calling the ordeal an incident as if it were all some accident?"

"He wasn't in the best mental state, but he's getting better. He's improving, but this—" She gestured broadly to the basement, shoulders tensed. "Isn't helping. Let the guy go."

"And what do you propose I do with you?" The knife pointed to Madison's chest. "I'm not letting both of you go."

"I..." Madison was stumped. On one hand, she wanted the best for her precious little brother; even at her own expense. But on the other hand, she had a wife now, not to mention she wanted to be there for Vanté, and Tadhg growing up, and to keep Zuriel and Aarin company on sleepless nights, and to welcome the newly revived Vesker back home. But...

"..Cat got your tongue?"

"I- No, just take me instead."

"What?!" Rayan exploded, voice cracking and weak. "You can't take her! I—"

"Shush!" Esrana hissed angrily through gritted teeth, and that immediately quietened the immortal down again. Raising one hand, she held it out to Madison, who reluctantly shook it. "Deal. We will keep you."

Madison was going to respond, before a sharp cry was ripped from her throat as she felt something sharp stab into her leg, piercing through the fabric of her trousers. The knife was ripped out again, and Esrana managed to hold her up against the wall as she stabbed it back into her other leg. "I'm glad it hurts, Madison." She said cheerily, relishing in the teary glare Madison gave her in response.

As soon as Esrana let her go, she sank down the wall with a whimper. She grunted as the looming figure of her captor kicked her in the ribs, clutching onto her injured side with a scowl.

As Esrana sauntered across the room and placed the bloodied kitchen knife on some sort of drawer, Madison held her distressed brother close to her chest. "We will let the creature go tomorrow," Esrana stated in an almost reluctant tone, before flashing a grin as she flicked off the light. "If we remember."

The door closed and locked within a matter of seconds, and Madison groaned in frustration as she rested her head back against the bloodied wall. She gently pulled Rayan against her chest, rubbing his arm soothingly.

"She's not gonna remember, is she...?" He managed to mumble in her ear.

No, she wanted to reply. But she just shrugged in response, biting back another pained noise as the wounds in her leg throbbed painfully. She fished in her hoodie pocket and placed Rayan's phone in his lap as she felt her consciousness slipping.

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(Vantè and Vesker both belong to @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @paranoia-exe!!!)

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[Our Little Secret.]

A/N: yes, I know this isn't exactly whump. Madir deserves some comfort in his life

CW: mention / implication of bad upbringing, alcoholic family members, perhaps childhood trauma, mention of past whump

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Madir didn't care that he didn't have anyone to talk to. Not even Esrana. He trusted her, yes — they were best friends, after all — but not to the extent where he'd willingly tell her about his childhood, and what growing up in his shithole of a household was like, or even what Rayan did to him. Although, the prosthetic arm seemed to talk enough.

So when the nightmares of his captivity, of Rayan, of his fucking father who lived off of alcohol, would surface, he had nobody to comfort him. He was used to hugging himself and crying, but then again he was embarrassed; despite nobody actually knowing he occasionally suffered from these vivid dreams in the first place. It felt.. childish. Madir didn't know why it felt that way. It was just a nagging, cruel thought in the back of his mind.

Just one of many cruel thoughts.

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"I'm fine, Esrana." Es groaned, half-dragging Madir to the kitchen from his mess of a bedroom. After a pretty bad nightmare of Madir's, he looked like shit, and Esrana was determined to figure out why. "Nnno you're not. I can tell."

Madir just scoffed in response, fighting back a yawn. "Sure, sure." Tears brimmed his eyes before he blinked them back so Esrana wouldn't see — though he doubted she'd turn a blind eye to even that — unsure on whether they were reflex tears or because of his nightmare.

The duo trudged into the kitchen, and Esrana pushed the other into a chair rather forcefully. Usually, it at least made him crack a smile, and she'd be pleased to see his eyes crinkle up and a little more light appear in them; but this time, his expression hardly budged from its deep frown. He just.. sat in the chair, twiddling his thumbs.

"Whaddya want for breakfast?"

"...I'm not hungry." That was a lie and a half. He's certainly not a lot of things, sure, but he was starving. And he didn't doubt for a moment Esrana couldn't tell.

Indeed, rolling her eyes she began making him and herself something to eat; just a couple slices of toast. She tried to fill the silence by asking questions or just saying something, anything, from the weather to what the rest of the group were planning for the day, but.. Madir just responded with hums or the occasional phrase. Nothing else.

Eyes downcast, he didn't realize Es was trying to talk to him again. He blinked in surprise and reeled back when she clicked in his face. "Hm?"

"What do you want on your toast?"

"...Just butter today, please." He saw Esrana's frown, riddled with concern, deepen, and he felt guilty. God's sake.

She slid his plate across the kitchen table when she was finished, and he caught it before it could fall off the table entirely. "You still have a bad aim, huh?" He mused, just earning a scoff in response.

"Shut up, Echard."

He rolled his eyes, watching her as she walked over and sat down beside him. Esrana began to eat, and he just glanced down at his plate. "I told you, Es, I'm not hungry."

"You're not acting normally. You just used my nickname."

"What if I just want a change today?"

"...No."

Madir couldn't help but let out a soft snicker. "What do you mean, no?"

"You know what I mean." She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "C'mon, tell me. What's wrong?"

"It's not important."

"But it is, Madir. This isn't— normal. You're not acting how you normally do right now. And don't—" She raised a hand to stop him from interrupting—" "just blame it on the fact you 'want to change something for the day' because I know for a fact you don't like change. What's up, huh?"

"As I said, it's not important. I'm not telling you my life story, Esrana."

"I don't care if you don't want to. I'm concerned. We all are, to be honest."

"Even Hendrix?"

"Even Ezra, yeah."

He let out a low whistle. "It just.. it's complicated."

"You can trust me. We're friends, right?"

"I know, but. It's silly."

Esrana scoffed. "Aren't we all? I'm not gonna judge you, mate."

"Fine," Madir grumbled reluctantly. He stared down at the plate of food, urging his eyes to stay open. "I— y'know Rayan?"

"...Mhmm— Has he been causing you any trouble?"

"No, no, I just— I have nightmares sometimes, of— of my parents, and what happened with Rayan, y'know? It's— It's stupid—" His breath hitched as Esrana pulled him into a tight hug.

"You have no reason to think it's stupid. Are they all really bad?"

"It depends. Most of the time.. yeah, I'll admit, they're horrible. I cry, y'know?"

"That's a first," Esrana teased, earning a roll of Madir's tired eyes. "It's embarrassing—"

"No it's not. Hey, if you ever have another nightmare, just let me know, okay? It can be our little secret."

"Really?"

"Really, Madir."

Esrana pulled the man closer, rubbing circles into the side of his torso. Madir couldn't help but relax, tears brimming his eyes again. They weren't reflex tears this time.

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[Forsaken Souls: Escape]

A/N: if you didn't already know, there's new Forsaken Souls lore!! this is solely for Rayan now officially being in his Recovery Arc™, also referencing the new Survivors member, Ivy Xiomara!! also Vantè and Vesker belong to @paranoia-exe!!!

CW: successful escape attempts, mention of blood / wounds, homelessness, stealing / shoplifting uhh you know the spiel, kinda manipulation, brief mention of starvation and dehydration

DYNAMICS:

The Survivors (Foster (they/them), Esrana (she/her), Ezra (he/xem/they), Madir (he/him)) — Whumper(s)

Zayn (he/they), Ivy (she/he/they/xir) — Past Caretaker + Carewhumper

Rayan (he/it) — Immortal Whumpee

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Rayan had finally done it. Escaped. He ran, and ran, and ran, and as much as he knew freedom was finally his to take, a lingering and barely coherent thought in the back of his mind told him that they'd still come after him. They always do.

He wasn't thinking; he should've gone back to Maddie's, or— or at least Vantè's or Vesk's, Hell, he should've gone straight to the hospital for all the wounds that hadn't had time to properly heal over. But he knew they would eventually. They had to — otherwise, well... Rayan was fucked.

So, he ran past Madison's house, didn't even think to go to Vantè's or Vesker's either. He didn't even consider going to the hospital. Ignoring the looks people would give him as he stumbled and hurried past; he knew that seeing a dishevelled 35 year old man, blood coating his clothes, running down the street was not exactly a normal sight anyway.

He didn't know where he was when he finally stopped. Everything was so... new. So bright, so happy. Rayan didn't like it; it was overwhelming. But he was too exhausted to go further away.

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He spent weeks there. Weeks, hiding in whatever alleyways he deemed safe enough, or sometimes a more friendly stranger would pass and offer him a bed to sleep in for that night or a good meal or two and a shower. Rayan would accept out of pure politeness, but would always get out before the stranger had woken up the next day.

He had learnt a lot of things. One of them being that The Survivors — even mentioning the group name made him shudder — had been arrested after Zayn had called the cops on them. Good for him. However, the fact that, somehow, Esrana had escaped the police with Zayn in tow was unnerving. He should've listened to that thought in the background of the incoherent rambles going on in his mind. He should have gone back, and accepted the fact that there? There, he will be the safest from harm, because harm was right above him. Right above him, above the basement he'd grown so used to. In the handles of the knives displayed in the basement, in the discarded bloodied gloves, in the rope used to bind him if he got too squirmy. Right there, they made him believe he was safe.

Another thing being that he was finally labelled as a missing person. He wondered why the few people who had taken him in for a night or two hadn't recognized him as that man. But, he couldn't blame them; even when he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize the sunken, tired eyes staring back at him. The trembling in his legs when he was to stand was somehow foreign to him, the shaking of his hands holding packs of cigarettes and what little food he could properly find in his exhausted daze. But even then, he somehow remained starved, his throat remained dry and oh god it hurt to move so so much why couldn't he just die like a normal perso—

He heard voices. Synchronized footsteps, no doubt going to pass him in a couple moments.

"I— I dunno, mum..."

A sigh. "...Have some hope, Vee. Please, we— we can't give up on him."

"I'm just— I'm sore, 'nd hungry, I— I dunno"

"We can stop by the nearest store soon and get some rest and something to eat, okay? Just— he can't be dead, obviously—"

Rayan instinctively hissed at them as the figures passed, the noise sounding hoarse in his throat. He clutched his pack of cigarettes tighter, fumbling for a lighter; he'd sworn he had it on him. He recognized those voices. And the silhouettes...

One of them took a step back. Long, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, sharp horns and a tail to match... "Forget I said anything." And... that voice. Irish? Most likely.

The other voice was Irish too, with an accent the exact same to his. Shoulder length brown hair, glasses, uhm...

It took him a moment to finally understand. Vantè and Madison.

Madison's face lit up, meanwhile Vantè held hesitant uncertainty in his expression.

"...Ray!"

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