#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..."

[onevison]

CHAPTER ONE: THE MOVE TO THE 'PINK PALACE APARTMENTS'

hii my darling angels,

welcome to chapter one in this Coraline au,

please note beforehand that this is my first-ever story and I’m so excited for you to read this and fall in love with our socially awkward protagonists.

The reader will be referred to Coraline throughout the chapters.

Trigger warning: descriptions of neglection, descriptions of buttons for eyes and a stitched mouth, soul-eating.

Word count: 1853 words!

I really hope you enjoy this first chapter – thyia

As the old, dirty window was wide open, the silver moon shining bright in the night sky, the cold winter breeze flooded the room. Silence filled the room; it was almost deafening.

A doll with beady black button eyes and a stitched-up mouth, as if it was silencing the doll from making any noise.

A cold, lifeless bitter laugh escaped the thin mouth of the beldam as she claimed her third victim. Another soul. A soul that she ate and trapped, a soul that will never leave her again.

Her long metal hands clenched onto the cotton-filled doll, and her metal fingers, which looked like sharp blades, held onto the doll's body.

The doll had brown hair in small braids tied with dirty, ripped, faded pink bows. The dress on the doll was also covered in dirt and faded pink, with a darker pink ribbon around the waist.

The beldam placed the inanimate object on her table as she opened her case of supplies. The case creaked open, the sound was sickening, yet filled the beldam with so much pleasure as she couldn’t wait to make a doll of her next victim, another soul just waiting for her, waiting to get stuck, forever.

Oh, how the beldam couldn't wait to manipulate her new victim. Her new “child” as her husband would say. Oh, how stupid he was, not a single brain cell in his mind. Just how she liked them.

She turned the doll over onto its front, taking the scissors in her metal, cold monster-like hands, she snipped up the spine of the doll, hearing the fabric tear beneath the sharp steel, sending shivers down her spine in pure bliss and thrill.

She turned the doll back onto its back, her long endoskeleton-like digits tugged onto the dark brown wool, watching the hair coming out on the head of the doll in awe, her lifeless button eyes lit up as she was getting closer and closer to creating a mini new victim, her mouth drooling as she thought about the new soul she will eat.

She licked her dry lips, trying to stop the drooling from getting on the doll, she grabbed some pliers and took the thread out from the buttoned eyes, removing the buttons as she worked on the doll.

The beldam grabbed a sharp tool and dragged it across the mouth, hearing the fabric tear, her body shivered in awe as she listened to the sound.

She then held the doll upside down, the long sharp digits pulled out the stuffing from the doll, watching it as it fell to the ground with a soft thump on the dusty, cobwebbed wooden floor.

She took her hand and forced it into the mouth of the doll, making it inside out. She placed the doll back onto the table, took a funnel cone and inserted it into the doll, filling it up with sand, she restitched up the mouth of the doll, took two smaller black buttons and stitched them onto the doll where the eyes would be.

She used blue wool as the hair of the doll and made an outfit for it.

A yellow raincoat, an orange shirt, blue pants, yellow wellies. After she was done with her masterpiece, she sent the doll out of the window. “Goodbye, my dear. I will see you very...very soon,” she said to the doll, her voice cackly as the dirty window slammed shut.

It took over a day and ten hours to get to Ashland, Oregon and Coraline was not thrilled at all to be leaving the life she knew behind, just to re-start her life all over again, she was huffing and puffing, whining and complaining to her mom Mel jones and her dad Charlie jones, but her complaints fell onto deaf ears.

Her parents completely ignored her complaints and babbled on about their gardening magazine, Coraline sighed as she was ignored again, which was becoming a routine she became familiar with.

‘If only I had another mom and dad out there somewhere,’ Coraline thought to herself, taking her raincoat sleeve and wiping it on the fogged-up window in the 2006 Volkswagen Beetle.

A bright pink sign was up ahead, and it read: ‘Pink Palace Apartments’. Coraline couldn’t help but groan at the fluorescent pink sign, hating every single thing about it.

The beetle parked in the apartment car park and Coraline grabbed her bags and sighed, looking up at the pink apartment complex with disgust.

Her pointy nose scrunched up as she helped her parents carry the boxes into their apartment.

The apartment was dull. Lifeless. Not a speck of colour in sight. She groaned and placed the boxes down as her mom paid the moving company $10 dollars.

She knew she had to leave this place before her boredom got the best of her. She left through the creaky backdoor and into the massive garden, going past what she fought was a normal bush but picked up some poisoned oak.

She brushed off the dead leaves on the stick, holding it by the branches as she held it up, using the stem of the stick to guide her through the garden.

She opened her eyes as the stick led her to her destination, she went through the old, rusty black gate and went up some cobblestoned steps, leaving the garden and walking further and further away from the apartment.

As she went up a hill, she heard some rocks crumbling onto the floor near her and looked up and around to see what would have caused the noise but continued walking cautiously, feeling nervous.

She put on a brave face, not wanting anyone to see how suddenly anxious she got. “Hello?” she called out, her voice wobbling gently before taking in a deep breath and exhaling.

“Is anyone there?” she asked hesitantly while continuing her walk, her shoulder slouched showing how vulnerable she was through her body language.

A loud meow-like shriek came from a nearby rock, and Coraline started to pick up her pace almost afraid, she started to run the hill and then back down another hill, occasionally looking behind her shoulder.

Her pace slowed down as she stepped onto some mud, her bright yellow wellies getting coated in mud, which will annoy her mom when she returns to her new “home”. The breeze around her started to pick up as her breathing went quicker.

There was a rustling noise in the dead grass, which made her breathing hitch to the back of her throat. A loud meow came behind her as a slim black cat with big blue eyes was sitting on a dead tree stump, the cat licked its paw and cleaned behind its ear.

She couldn’t help but let a sigh of relief escape her. “You scared me, you daft cat,” she exclaimed and laughed. “I’m looking for a well…have you seen it” to which she got no reply from the cat. “Not talking, hmm...lil guy”.

A loud honk comes from behind her, to which she jumps back in fear and turns her head to see a bike and some boy. In some weird modified skull mask/helmet?

She watched as the boy rode his bike down the hill at a fast pace towards her, she fell to the ground, getting her raincoat covered in mud. The helmet came up, and there he was.

He was about 5’8ft, brunette hair and blue eyes. She looked at the boy curiously, her brown eyes locking on his.

“Ooo, let me guess, you're probably from Texas or Utah?” the boy asked, his Boston accent evident in his tone, which she found fascinating.

“I’m from Michigan,” she told the boy, correcting him about what state she is from with annoyance in her tone.

“Close enough” he replied with a faint laugh, “Oh you are standing on the well you are looking for by the way.” He added which made the girl jump back carefully.

“I’m surprised they let you guys move in, they don’t rent this place out to families!” The unfamiliar boy told Coraline.

“Huh? Do you know why?” Coraline asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it… My gran owns the Pink Palace apartments…I’m Matthew…by the way, but everyone calls me Matt.” Matt finally introduced himself.

“Matthew, hmm. I’m Coraline.” Coraline introduced herself back.

“Caraline?” Matthew said her name wrong, which filled the blue-haired girl with more annoyance.

“Coraline!” she exclaimed, feeling helpless as she was used to people getting her name wrong.

In the distance, a loud, old feminine voice yelled out for Matt to go home. “Seems like your gran is calling you back,” she said to Matt, who then awkwardly nodded in return.

“Oh, by the way. That’s poison oak,” Matt finally told her, to which she immediately dropped the stick and wiped her hands on her raincoat watching as Matt left.

She groaned as quietly as it started to rain, and she ran back home

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[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]

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Always In My Heart✨

Pre-Outbreak! Joel Miller x fem! reader

A/N: I lost my best fur baby today. October would’ve been 3 years since I adopted him. From a stray on the streets to a spoiled house cat. He battled so much. From FIV+ to broken teeth to diabetes and then to cancer. He was the best kitty ever and was my very own first cat, so he was extra special. I wrote a little one-shot to try to express how hard this loss is for me and to try to cope. I miss you, little Biscuit. Mama loves you 🥹 This is for everyone who’s ever felt the loss of losing a beloved pet.

Summary: Losing a pet is never easy, but you’re not alone because Joel is right there with you, keeping you afloat.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: Grief, love, soft Joel, losing a pet, angst with comfort, no use y/n, no outbreak au

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Drip. Drip. Drip.

   The misty rain pelts on your drenched skin, and you’re cold. You’re so very cold. You can feel the chill burrowing down to your shaking, fragile bones like they may break at any moment. 

   Thunder booms through the gloomy sky, lightning flashes in the far distance, and you swear you can hear the faint cry of a lost soul deep in the woods. Can almost hear your favorite meowing coming from the covered grave in front of you…

   The grey clouds completely cover the sun, the pattering rain seems to mourn just like the cold tears that stain your cheeks. You feel lost, broken, just like your heart is. Completely shattered.

   The crunching noise of the shovel meeting the earth is almost too much for you to handle. This is too much. On your knees, fingers curling in the hollow dirt, your jeans ruined from the muddy ground. And you can’t look up, can barely open your swollen eyes as you mourn the loss of your favorite cat who had made you so very happy. 

   He was your entire world.

   You miss him so much. The feel of his long, soft fur. He felt like velvet, smelled like a warm summer’s day, and you miss the way he’d curl up on your shoulder at night, purring with affection and love. You miss his little meows, the ones that would echo down the long hallway. It always was your favorite thing to wake up to.

   But now he’s gone. Faded into the afterlife when the cancer became too much. He was a fighter, the strongest fighter you’ve ever known. But now he’s just a precious memory. 

   And it hurts. God, it hurts.

   Your tears blur your vision, your face buried in your dirt covered palms, fighting the bitter sting of losing your best fur baby. You only had him a few short years. It wasn’t enough time. And now he’s gone…

   The sobs escape your lips, and you’re now a blundering mess on the ground, asking God to just give you one more day. One more day of long cuddles and top of the head kisses. And his slow blinks. The ones he’d give you every single time you told him how much you loved him. 

   You just want him back, but life isn’t fair, and pets don’t get to stay nearly as long as you’d like. Life is cruel, and you wouldn’t wish this awful pain on your worst enemy.

   You shrink against your drenched raincoat, not even caring that your hair is tangled and dripping down your back. You don’t much care for anything right now; all you can feel is the large hole that’s gaping in your broken heart.

   The rain continues to pelt down on your shoulders, your body shaking like you’re stranded in the middle of the Arctic Ocean. The frigid waters are dragging you under, and they’re about to swallow you whole.

   Just when you think the dark depths will win, strong arms encircle your back and envelop you into a warmness that soothes the screaming voices in your head. 

   “Hey. Easy now, sweetheart. Easy.” His thick, deep drawl shrouds you in comfort while big teardrops fall against his dark green flannel. He cradles the back of your head with one hand, the other gently drawing soothing circles down the middle of your back.

   “I… I didn’t get enough time, Joel. It wasn’t enough. I should’ve done more. He could’ve had more days. I didn’t…”

   “Shhhh. S’alright, babygirl. You did more than enough. You gave him the best life he could’ve had. Do you know how lucky he was to find you? You were the best cat mama I’ve ever seen. You loved him so much, and he loved you very much,” he coos, pulling you closer to where you can smell his woodsy cologne and a hint of tobacco wafting off his tongue. 

   He feels like home. He is home.

   “You really think so?” you sputter out, tears breaking over your lash line and falling onto his soft button-up shirt.

   “Look at me,” he says gently, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up to look into his soft brown eyes. Eyes that make more tears spill over the edge. He catches them, wiping them off with the pads of his thumbs and softly traces them down your cheeks until you feel warmth flood your insides. “You’re such a brave girl, my love. So very brave. And you were nothin’ but loving with that cat. Even made me fall in love with him, sweetheart.”

   You giggle, your breath shaky and eyes misty. Even when you’re sad, Joel Miller can make the rainy days turn to blue skies. “He loved you, Joel. He followed you everywhere you went in the house. Especially in the mornings when you made your coffee.”

   He laughs and shakes his head, his brown eyes a little teary from the memories. “Yeah, he sure did. And I’m gonna miss him a lot.”

   “Me too,” you squeak out quietly, gripping onto him like he’s your lifeline. 

   He leans forward and traces his plush lips against your forehead, leaving you breathless with the semblance of comfort he leaves on your skin. He’s like a blanket of warmth, and he’s just saturated you in love.

   When he pulls back to look at you, he pushes a wet strand of hair behind the shell of your ear and lingers there on your cheek, sparks radiating through his touch. “I love you, sweet girl. And I know this hurts. It hurts like hell, but you’re so strong and brave. You’ll get through this. It’s gonna take time, but I’m right here to help you through it. You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. Maybe not today, maybe not next week, but you will be. And I’ll be here through it all with you.”

   A tear slips from the corner of your eye, and then you’re crashing into him, throwing your arms around his broad back as you sniffle into the soft material. “Thank you, Joel. For being here for me. For helping me lay him to rest in our backyard, for loving him as much as you love me.”

   His fingertips brush your skin, and then your head tilts back automatically, knowing what that touch means. He leans in and places a soft, lingering kiss on your lips, the kind you want to melt in, one that tastes like honey and longing and pure comfort. When he breaks the kiss, he places another on the top of your head and pulls you flush to his chest, strong arms enveloping you once more. And it feels like peace, a place you can rest and bring life back inside your worn body.

   Joel brings you to life time and time again. And this time is no different. 

   “‘Course, sweet girl. I’ve got ya, always. I love you,” he whispers, blanketing you in love that only Joel can make you feel. 

   Suddenly, you know you’ll be okay. It might hurt for a bit, but Joel will always be here. Even on your worst days, he keeps showing you that he’ll never leave you struggling. He’ll be here for it all, loving you till the end.