#faded raincoat

[several-weasels-in-a-trenchcoat]

[fawwahuwumrow]

Trying a new artsyle

[remadra]

I offer this headcanon: The kids are known by their most prominent traits, and are named by other the kids via these traits. Kids are bad at naming. So Raincoat Girl and Runaway Kid are their actual names. RCG knows that Pretty was called The Pretender, Pretty is a nickname. But that's an adult-style name, like The Lady or The Butler, so she should have a kid name according to that logic. Meanwhile RK just knew her nickname and wasn't questioning it until now.

[noodleshark]

some faded raincoat doodles

[random-ln-stuff]

I’m happy and impressed that the fandom basically assigned a proper name to the Pretender and semi-consistently calls her “Pretty” in multiple places (I still see her called by various other names, but Pretty seems to be the most common from what I’ve seen).

But at the same time I can’t stop thinking about the idea of RCG being the one to give her that name with her thought process at the time essentially being this picture:

And now I like The Pretender’s fanon-assigned name even more.

[loserstripes]

falling

[roseofcards90]

SHDJDJFJF WHAT ARE YOU WEARING SABER LMAOOO

[shnarky-blogs]

"ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ?"

Hey gays.. been awhile hehe?

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You were currently walking the dark, old halls.. clutching on your crowbar that you carry around, you got separated from Mr. Crawling awhile back because the walls just shifted.

You looked around carefully and cautiously, sweat dripping down your chin despite the air in the room being really cold.

You felt eyes trailing on your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand, you turned your head to look back only to see nothing at all.. maybe you're just paranoid.. but the feeling of eyes following you didn't helped at all.

A shivering breath left your lips, eyes scanning around as you continued to walk, your shoulders slumped slightly, slicking your bangs back.

You blinked then the hallway became crimson red.

The room's temperature dropped down completely, you couldn't help but feel dread.

Your vision flicker and once it subsided a man with a red umbrella appeared Infront of you.. the same guy that asked for your name before.

His eyes peaked through his bangs, smiles never faltered. "Teach name?" He asked, voice almost soft like a whisper.

You remembered what the guy from the telephone said.. Never tell your name... Another shiver ran down your back, he grew close to you, leaning down to match your height.

"Name. You teach name. Teach name." His voice became more persistent. His fingers suddenly reached to your hair, caressing a strand through his slender grey fingers.

You were frozen, unable to move.. possibly from fear perhaps?..

His thumb pressed against your cheek, caressing them gently.. the touch almost Comforting, yet the lingering fear still present.

"Me like you. Teach name.. please?"

"N-no.." You managed to speak, lips quivering as the cold air touched your face.

"No?..." He asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Why? You not like me?.." He questioned demandingly, his gentle touch fading into a harsh grip on your cheek, his actions made you tremble, your lips parting to let out a whimper.. only to be shushed by a kiss.

Your eyes widen in shocked, staring at the Scarlet man with confusion along side with fear, your heart beating as his free hand wrapped around your waist.

"Me give name.. you give name too.. you like?.." He smiles, whispering close to your ear. "W-wha?.." you stared up at him in confusion only for your train of over-flodding thoughts wiped clean with another kiss, whimpers left you yet again as the strange man kept kissing you.

"Scarlettella.. me name." He spoke. "Me teach name.. you teach name now." His fingers then Interlicked with yours, pinning you against the nearest wall.

"N-no!" You stutter out, shutting your eyes tight then that familiar palm pressed against your check.

His lips now tracing down your neck, soft gasps left you. Chest rising and falling quickly than usual.

"Like you.. like you much..."

His hands crept to unbutton your raincoat.. your crowbar dropped to the cold floor, you kept your eyes shut.. unable to look at the scary man.

You suddenly felt cold... That's when you realized your clothes are gone.

"H-hey!-" You were cut off before you could even speak, you were lifted off the ground, the man's forehead touch yours, his breath fanning over your face.

"Cute... You cute.." his hands parted your thighs like the red sea, his face nuzzled into the crevice of your neck.

You felt something poke between your folds, you gasp out loudly as he began to rub his cock against your folds, your mouth open, letting out silent screams as you clung to him, your mind going black from the feeling of his base hotdogged between your folds.

"P-please.." you didn't know if you're either begging him to continue or stop.. your mind feels like jelly, practically oozing out of your ears.

Once you were wet enough he slowly slid in, "S-scarletella.." you gasp out his name, trembling against his hold.. he felt so good inside you.. you weren't supposed to like this.. but this feeling felt so good.. so addicting.

"Good?.. you good?.." Scarlettella whispered softly, kissing your neck in a comforting manner.

You weakly nodded, vision dazed as he hits your cervix - his tip kissing it almost so lovingly. "A-ahhh~... W-wait n-ngh.." You felt like your going to melt in his hands, sweat bead down your body as he grins.

"You like me.. me like you.. me like you very much!" He kissed you deeply, gripping your waist tightly, he then turned you around, your chest against the wall as he thrust into you from behind, his tip persistently pressed harder against your cervix, as if wanting to knock you up badly.

"Teach name.. please?.." he pleadingly begged.

You couldn't think straight anymore, your head too distracted from the pleasure that you slipped your name accidentally.

He smiles happily.. nuzzling into your nape as he finished inside you.

"Mine.. yours.. together forever..."

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

working on a full lineup, but for now please enjoy my best worsties.

ID (copied from alt): Digital art of Faulkner and Carpenter from The Silt Verses. Faulkner is a young white man with clear green-blue eyes and long lashes. He has short golden curly hair and is clean shaven. His hands are clasped together in front of him, covered in mud and blood, and he looks serenely upwards with a small smile. He is dressed in a bulky green raincoat and thigh-high black waders. His boots and face are splattered with blood.

Carpenter is a middle-aged tall woman with olive skin and brown hair in a mullet that has some grey streaks. She has brown eyes and is leaning her wrists on the handle of a shovel stuck in the dirt. She has wiped away her bloody nose onto her hand and looks towards the viewer neutrally. She is wearing waist-high waders and a blue check shirt, all scuffed and spattered with mud. She has faded bruises around her eyes, on her neck, and on her left ring finger.

Both stand on a simple background of blue-green with the shadows of reeds and long grass behind them. /end ID

[bloodblanks]

one umbrella cover two [mr. scarletella x reader] — prologue.

You think playing dead will save you. It does. The killer dumps your—still alive—body in an abandoned apartment complex. You��re fortunate to survive, but that’s the extent of your luck, seeing how you’re now trapped in another world. A world inhabited by monsters whose language you don’t speak and a myriad of secrets waiting to be unravelled as your humanity crumbles away.

note: reader is not player (mc).

author’s note: dead dove: do not eat. this fanfiction will contain dark and explicit content, including heavy dub-con, stockholm syndrome, violence, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

Just where is the line between human and monster drawn?

One look at the ashen skin on your hand was enough to show that you weren’t human. A quick glance at your left forearm would dispel any lingering doubts. The crooked bone and mangled flesh—resembling the pulp of a crushed fruit—where the crowbar had struck you mere moments ago was already beginning to repair itself.

The wielder of the crowbar stood just over a metre away from you, her weapon raised, a glistening crimson hue smeared across its metal surface. You wondered just how much of her was human. Her hands appeared to possess a muted tint of plum, but with the blood caked over the vast majority of her fingers, you couldn’t be certain. While the raincoat’s hood obscured her face, you were still able to make out her features, which appeared humanlike. Her irises, however, were a bright, glaring scarlet, just wide enough to contain the darkness seeping from her dilated pupils.

People often said eyes were the window to the soul. If that was true, then what stood before you was nothing short of a monster; her eyes glazed over with madness.

You supposed you couldn’t judge, not with your arm having entirely regenerated within the brief timeframe of your musings, a feat only possible for otherworldly beings. You flexed your wrist—it was good as new.

You raised both hands, holding them in front of your face. You never had much knowledge of physical combat; not in either of your lives. The chances of you being able to incapacitate her with your sorely lacking combat skills would already be low, even had this just been a fistfight, which it wasn’t.

An explosive pain shot through your freshly repaired arm as you used it to block her attack, though it lasted barely over a second before fading into an aching numbness. The grotesque cracking sound of your radius shattering echoed through the desolate chamber. Unlike the first time, she swung at you again, her movements precise with a practiced ease. Your right hand imploded next, though you couldn’t be sure which specific bones had broken in it. Not that it mattered—her next strike was aimed at your head.

Your skull’s ability to mend after being smashed into fragments was unclear to you. While you were enough of a monster to potentially survive such an injury, even inhuman bodies had their limits.

But as you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the oncoming impact, you found yourself unable to stop the man clad in red from flashing in the forefront of your mind, a brilliant sanguine blossoming over your vision like a myriad of equinox flowers.

Dying for the person you love is a rather human thing to do. 

next chapter ->

[several-weasels-in-a-trenchcoat]

the girlies,,,,,

[fawwahuwumrow]

Potraits of the girlies

(Pretenders potrait was based on my porcelain dolls face)

[remadra]

Can't think of any reasons for them not to dress up together.

[noodleshark]

[artistalley]

RAINCAT sticker sheet

by @saltmalkin

Raincoat raincat. Sporting the best wear for wet weather. This sticker sheet is printed and cut by me with fade and weather-resistant vinyl. 

Can’t get enough @saltmalkin art? Good news—use code TUMBLR10 for 10% off any order from their store.

[prime-adeptus]

Contradictions

Yoru doesn’t always mean what he says.

✧ PAIRING: Yoru (Ryo Kiritani) x GN!Reader

✦ CONTENT: established relationship, fluff, flustered Yoru, a little bit of him being a tsun lol. Jett makes a cameo. ~0,4k words

✧ NOTES: i'm feeling THINGS and i'm making it everyone's problem

AO3 | Masterlist | @houseofsolisoccasum @interstellar-inn

“You’re an idiot,” Yoru grumbled as he smoothed the bandaid against your forehead. It wasn’t a deep cut — just an accidental scrape, but it amused you to see him this annoyed with you over something so minuscule.

You smiled dreamily, peering up at him through your lashes. “It got you to pamper me. I consider this a win.”

“Worrying me is a win?” He sighed and sat down beside you. He cast you a sidelong glance and clicked his tongue in disbelief. “Did hitting your head kill all your brain cells too?”

You shrugged half-heartedly and rested your head on his shoulder as he gave your thigh a comforting squeeze.

“Maybe.”

“Idiot,” he repeated, softer this time.

“You love me.”

Yoru rolled his eyes in response. “Yeah. I do.”

You fell into a comfortable silence with him, intertwining your fingers with his while you nuzzled his shoulder with a satisfied sigh. 

Jett poked her head in through the gap of the ajar door. “Hey, can I borrow your—”

She cut her sentence short and stopped, eyes widened in surprise. Then, her lips curled into a mischievous grin, clearly amused at what she was seeing. 

“Hand-holding, huh?” she snickered. “You’re a total softie.”

Yoru groaned. You couldn’t help but smile along with her, finding the situation as mirthful as she did. It wasn’t often that you get to see Yoru flustered. Though he was mostly his usual composed self, the tips of his ears betrayed the scowl on his face.

Cute. You hadn’t noticed that about him before.

“Yeah,” you replied, breaking into a giggle. “He’s so cute, isn’t he?”

He turned to look at you, offended. “Why are you joining her?”

“I’m sorry!” you whined playfully. “I can’t help it. You’re too cute.”

Giving up on fighting back for now, all Yoru did was huff at you using his words against him. He knew very well how cheeky you were. Still, he could never get used to it. 

Idiot, he thought again, affectionately.

You looked back at Jett and smiled warmly. “What did you need?”

“Just wanted to borrow your raincoat.”

“Oh, yeah. Go for it!” 

As she picked up the article, her gaze fell on you and she smirked again. “Enjoy your quality time with lover boy.”

You beamed at her. “Will do.”

Her laughter faded as she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you and Yoru by yourselves once more.

“Come on, big guy. Stop sulking,” you said through giggles. “It’s not like she doesn’t know we’re together.”

“First you get hurt and now you tease me,” Yoru grumbled. “I’m leaving.”

His arm slithered around your waist and pulled you close. Your lips curled in mirth, happily snuggling closer to him. 

“Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”