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c-u-c-koo-4-40k · 5 months ago

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Warped Dreaming

TW: Nightmare, Brief Suggestive Description, Panic Attack, A Heart gets Ripped out, Self Hatred, Paranoia, PTSD, Nonbinary/Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: @kit-williams @sleepyfan-blog @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan (Thanks for lettin me borrow Karlsor) @bispecsual

@bleedingichorhearts @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty

Summary: Another brief interlude. Even though Lullaby's body rests their mind remains frazzled. Even sleep offers minimal relief, and in this case, torment. But are their nightmares just that? Or is something more than just trauma lingering on their soul.

Edit: Changed a line near the end to connect it back to a previous chapter.

This is the Next Chapter of a Story that Starts with this Drabble Here:

The Previous Chapter can be found Here:

Next Chapter Up Now Here!

Plip…

…Drip…

Drip…

It's dark…so dark…

Your footsteps echo as you walk.

…drip…

The walls are slick, beige brown sodden stone dampened by the atmosphere.

Yet you persist, walking on.

…drip…

You're alone…just you and the jagged cave walls…

…drip…

… … drip …

Yet something…someone…must be here right?

…drip…drip…drip,drip,drip

You come to a large shear wall, the dampness has gotten worst. It seems to seep into your bones, weighing you down.

Down…down…down…

Your hand spreads plaintively against the wet cold rock, not desperation, but like resignation.

Your heart feels too heavy to fear.

-But this is what you deserve isn't it?-

Drip…Drip…Splash…Splash-GUSHHHHHHHHHHH!

You whip around, and as if in slow motion, you see your fate.

A swarming, roaring flood of water breaks through the cavern wall.

The heaviness doesn't leave, but panic pushes it aside.

No, NoNoNo NO!

You jump at the wall, scramble to climb, desperate, clinging.

If you can get up this wall…maybe…

Maybe you can save your worthless life…

Cheat the Grim Reaper a second time…

With each motion, each stone feeling as if it's biting into your hands.

The flood waters slam into the wall seeming to grasp upward like deadly claws.

You hazard a glance down.

The waters swirl and churn, as if with anger.

And your gut drops with horror as you see a face in the maelstrom.

Soulless hollow long black eyes, and an equally anguished stretched mouth, amidst a body contorted but armored.

Armored in heraldry of some great ruler you'll never live to know.

The water rises, no…not water. The beast with swirled gnarled twisted form lunges from the base of the wall.

Trying to snatch you from your perch against the slippery rock.

SLAM!!! It's leap is shy the distance, but the impact rattles the stone.

But you Hold.

Why do you hold?

Because despite everything you Want to live.

You climb, you climb as your heart pounds and your hands bleed, but you see the cliff. The top! Your salvation!

Your undoing, your next grab or perhaps it was your foot hold. Too quick, too impatient.

You feel yourself slip and begin to free fall.

"-!"

You stop falling. You're suspended, not in the cave, but in pure darkness. But it doesn't feel frightening, it feels…safe, like being wrapped in a velvet blanket.

Sheltered…warm… The dampness and cold can't find you here.

You try to move, just a little, and the dark velvet around you shifts. There's a fluffier downy texture that rubs against your face. It feels so wonderful, and you nuzzle back without hesitation

"Prrrrrrrrrrr…"

You know that sound. "Khopesh?" Your voice comes out hollow and small, but it doesn't matter. A familiar pale face seems to morph into being from the dark.

Framed with long dark hair you want to run your fingers through.

Set with mirthful twinkling dark eyes, and a jaunty crooked nose.

With pale ashen scarred lips you desperately want to kiss.

So you do. "Khopesh," You breathe his name as your hands come to the sides of his face, and draw him into a kiss. One he eagerly returns…

"Lullaby…" He coos letting his scarred lips press to yours, gentle but insistent. "My Lullaby…"

His…you'd love that to be so. To be his, and for him to be…

"Yours," You groan, now feeling needy. You couldn't even recall if you had clothes on. Not that it mattered. Feeling his touch, his body laid over and around you sent shivers and trembles of pleasure through you.

"Mine…to cherish." Kiss. You arced you neck as he trailed down.

"Mine…to possess" kiss… Something in his tone made you nervous,

but you focused on the feeling of his tongue lapping your throat.

He…he wouldn't hurt you. He adores you. His hand settled warm and steady on your chest.

He- SQUELCH!

You look down in horror. He'd dug his hand straight Into your chest.

No..nononononononoNO! In trembling desperation you gripped his wrist. He seemed to find your panic amusing.

Dread filled your veins, leeching from the place where he literally held your heart in an icy grip. It felt like your head was starting to fill with static. You felt cold bubbling to the surface of the wound and pooling over your sides.

"Khopesh…" You gasped, pleading. The static was getting worst, and beneath it you swore you could hear words. "Please…" You felt the cold water filling in beneath you. You can hear the waves and wails of the monster return with increasing volume.

"Un-Worthy! UnWorThy! uNWORTHY!" Beating against you with every sound, like pounding freezing rain, your fight grows weaker and weaker.

You hadn't even been worth a backwards glance.

"Shhhhhhh…." He hushed with sickening sweetness. "I have no Intention of letting you slip Away, my sweet Lullaby…"

The icy downpour and the fuzzy static drives down upon you ever stronger. You have no fight left to give. Yet still you plead to your Khopesh, begging in a voice with no sound Please.

Please…

"please…I-" I want to Live!

He looks at you, pale face becoming bathed in shadow, and all you see are vicious red, bloodshot eyes and a huge grinning maw of bloody gnashing teeth. Yet his sweet voice still croons to you.

"Mine…to Break…" He whispered,

He ripped your heart from your chest.

…

Your awakening this time wasn't quite as violent, physically at least.

You were sweating and your heart was racing, but the only sound that escaped you was a sudden choked gasp.

This time it was your bed that served to comfort, and smother you. Midday sunlight filtered through your curtains, turning the room a pale blue. Normally, the combination was soothing, but now…

You curled into your side, into the fetal position.

Too weak… Too small… To alone…

You wanted to be held.

And at the same time wanted No One to see you like this. Too weak.Too small.Too alone. Notevenworthabackwardsglance.

You buried your face into your stuffed rabbit, and your special blanket you'd had since childhood. Even as an adult you held them close and slept with them. Normally, they kept you calm. But your reliance on them also made you feel a bit pathetic immature.

Nothing immature about loving things genuinely. But that bit of logical comfort did little to break you from your dry sobbing.

You didn't feel like you had the energy to cry fully. Pathetic. Maybe you were dehydrated.

I can't just wallow here, you thought. You forced yourself to sit up. You grabbed the water from your night table and chugged

it till you couldn't push down your need to breathe.

"What the fuck??" You groaned under your breath. You'd had nightmares before. Weird dreams weren't uncommon. But the two you had recently…they felt different somehow.

"Still doesn't feel right." You mumbled rubbing your chest, it felt like there was a dull hum or a barely perceivable. Pressure on your mind and body. Dammit, you went to therapy and got medicated to Deal with this bullshit.

You can't intercept Every mental break down.

"Yeah well…wish I could." You mumbled.

Vrr Vrr! Vrr Vrr!

Your phone? You picked it up curiously, there was a new message from a number you didn't recognize.

'Vox Hail! I have concluded my business within the city, and am ready to meet you so we may share a meal together!' Khopesh?

The next message came in. 'This is (bat emoji + sword emoji) by the way. Here is visual verification.' He sent a picture of himself, in a semi-dark hallway grinning and a bit blurry, and…wearing sunglasses?

Vr!Vr! Another image came in. Still blurry but you could make out the same dim hallway from before, and the shape of…well it looked like a different Nightlord. Shorter hair, a scar that curved down the right side of his face, and a couple piercings above his very very Very angry looking eyes.

Which was clearly running Towards the camera. The text read. 'My brother is displeased that I've swiped his sun glasses. But then he should not have left them unattended.'

Yep…that's him.

A wave of warm fondness overcame you. You texted back. 'He looks pretty mad, better run fast!'

'No one is faster than meeeeeee! But I Am getting hungry…I am looking forward to sharing a meal with you.'

'Pfft, nothing like runnin for your life to get the appetite goin. Text me your location, I'll drive out to meet you.'

'Excellent! Karlsor is catching up to me so I have to run. But I will see you soon My Lullaby!' The next message came through…it was actual coordinates.

Well you're hoping your GPS will be able to guide you well. If you have trouble you can text or call him and hope his brother hasn't gutted him for his impudence. You shook your head fondly, before making sure to save Khopesh's number. You couldn't forget the funny title, as you did with all personal numbers.

'Khopesh Thing That Goes Prank in The Night'

You smiled at your work, feeling actually…giddy? It was then you realized, the pressure and the dull hum you felt in your mind and body had calmed. You placed a hand to your chest.

"Is…Is this a sign?" His silly antics were enough to pull you (mostly) out of the pain you'd felt after your…nightmare.

A tremble of anxiety came over you-No! You stood up striding off to get ready.

It was Just a nightmare.

The other one was Also, Just a nightmare. You wouldn't let this Horseshit take up anymore of your time or enjoyment. You stated with finality, firmly ignoring the stress that had tried to seep into your chest.

You had a first date to finally enjoy.

#space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #oc: khopesh #cw nightmares

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doodlesphxre · 3 months ago

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[ REAPERTOBER ]

[ DAY 5 - GOOD NIGHT ]

I don't think Reaper would be good with kids, at least at first.

He never really had any job in which he needed to reap a soul of a child... But this one was different. A masacre that happened. The deaths. Blood and dust. The tree... He couldn't let Grim see this and he chose to take all the job. It wasn't a lot if we compare it to a war...so he could do this alone. He had to reap the souls of the villagers either way.

When he approached Nightmare he acted as gentle as he could. Paps told him a lot about children, how they act, how they're scared...but Nightmare wasn't scared. And he knew who Reaper was, he readed about Death in a book. He was well-behaved, shy and didn't fight. He let Reaper take him. He thought that he's gonna see Dream. But he didn't want to think about it too much at the moment. He was sleepy. He was to sleepy to be excited.

Reaper carried him like a baby and saw his half-lidded eyes. And he started singing a lullaby. Grim said children like them.

(As much as I like the version were NM and Corrupted are the same person, I also love NM's and Reaps possible relationship :3)

#cas draws #utmv #undertale au #reaper sans #reapertale #nightmare sans #uncorrupted nightmare sans #Reaper to ber #RIPtober #artists on tumblr

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eksvaized · 11 months ago

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[ Previous ] [ All In One ] part 16, MDNI

this is a looong chapter, but since it’s the last one, I didn’t want to split it into two parts. enjoy!!!

Simon isn't scared of dying. He has always seen it as a natural part of the life cycle, as constant as the changing of the seasons and as certain as the setting sun. It's an inevitability that he, like every other person, will have to confront sooner or later. The idea of squandering precious time and energy worrying about something from which there is no escape has always seemed utterly pointless to him. But now that the Grim Reaper's cold, skeletal hand was rapping on the door, he found himself, much to his surprise, being swept up by relentless and towering waves of terror that ebbed and flowed but never fully receded. Yet, it's not the fear of his own demise that disturbs him—he doesn't give a damn about himself. His anxiety is rooted in a concern for you. The two of you have just met not so long ago, and the thought of losing you fills him with immense dread. He isn't ready to let you go yet.

For the past several days, Simon hasn't engaged in any of his usual activities. Mostly, he shadows you, his gaze tracing your every move with the piercing scrutiny of an eagle. You, on the other hand, strive to maintain a facade of normalcy, a mask of composure and contentment, as if to reassure him that everything is fine. But Simon has an uncanny knack for perceiving the truth. He is adept at picking up on the subtlest of cues, the faintest hints of lies, and interpreting them accurately. His ability to read between the lines is unparalleled, and it doesn't take him long to realise when you're attempting to fool him. Thus, you stop trying to put up a brave face, realising that it's nearly impossible to hide anything from Simon.

Every night ends with you collapsed in his arms, tears cascading down your face like a relentless waterfall. Simon stays with you, holding you tight until you drift off into a fitful sleep. He strokes your back gently, and twirls strands of your hair between his fingers, while his voice, soft as a lullaby, whispers sweet nothings into your ear in a futile attempt to erase the bitter taste of another dreadful day. His efforts to distract you, though temporary, have some effect. Moments of peace, however, are fleeting. As soon as your gaze falls on the bandaged wound on his arm, the harsh reality pulls you back in, swallowing you whole and making you feel as if you're drowning. Simon, realising the sight of his wound makes you sob each time you see it, starts wearing long-sleeved shirts all the time.

Each dawn is a mirror image of the one before, as indistinguishable as two drops of morning dew. You and Simon sleep in until the late afternoon, neither of you having the energy or will to face the day. Most of your time is spent tangled in the crumpled sheets, talking about anything and everything. You delve into discussions about your lives before the world broke apart, offering glimpses into your pasts. He shares stories about his life before the streets were overrun by the biters, about his friends and his time in the military. In return, you tell him about your carefree childhood and how you had meticulously planned your future.

At first, these conversations provide a welcome respite. They allow you both to escape momentarily from the grim reality waiting beyond the walls of your house. But as the day turns into night, and the conversations continue under the soft glow of the candles, you are both painfully reminded of all you have lost and everything you are about to lose.

"You can't just leave the bed, Y/N," Simon insists with a tone of genuine concern. His hands, warm and firm, rest on your shoulders, pushing you back down onto the soft mattress. His touch, though full of care, is also unyielding. He is fully aware that in your current state of weakness, you are too frail to fight him. "You're sick and you need to rest."

"I don't want to waste the last few days of my life lying in bed," you mumble in response; it's difficult to speak because your throat hurts. He nods, but remains adamant, refusing to let you sit up. His fingers carefully comb through your hair, untangling the knotted strands that frame your fever-flushed cheeks. When you gaze into his eyes, it's like peering into a stormy sea, where waves of pain, fear, and worry relentlessly batter against the rocky cliffs. Until this morning, there had been no signs that you were going to die.

After you and Simon got bitten, both of you had assumed that the disease would cause you to fade away quickly. But luck had given you a little more time than you'd expected, and this is the first time you are forcefully reminded that those terrible bites have serious, actual consequences.

"I'll stay with you," he says. You nod in gratitude, inching closer to the frigid wall as he lays down on the narrow mattress. He carefully draws you into his embrace, pulling the covers over both of you and tucking you in tightly.

A wildfire rages beneath your skin, an agonising inferno that burrows deep into your marrow. Every breath you draw is a struggle, akin to lifting a mountain with every rise and fall of your chest. Keeping your eyes open is a tremendous effort. The slightest shift in your position feels as if your bones are grinding together, an excruciating symphony playing out in your frame. Pain resonates in every corner of your body, screaming its presence into your consciousness. You yearn for a respite from this relentless torment, a sanctuary where you can leave this agony behind. There's only one way to escape this, but you know Simon would never let you choose the easy way out.

"Do you think this is the end for me?" Your voice is barely audible, and Simon must lean in closer, pressing his ear against your lips when you speak so he can catch the faintest hint of your words. Your throat is scratchy and parched, your mouth feels like it's full of bitter, coarse sand. Despite Simon's efforts, urging you to drink water or tepid tea as if they were soothing elixirs, nothing seems to douse the discomfort.

"No, of course not." He shakes his head, his gaze drifting upwards.

This is the first, but not the last, time he lies to you. A tremor runs through his exhale, betraying his internal turmoil. Deep down, buried beneath layers of hope and denial, he knows that the odds of your recovery are slim. The cruel hands of fate are slowly pulling you away from him, threatening to reduce you to a mere whisper, a shadow, a faint echo of your vibrant existence. The thought of a world without your laughter, your warmth, your presence is unbearable. Simon refuses to let the thoughts of you passing away cast their dark, monstrous shadows over his mind right now because he knows they will shatter his heart into a thousand shards; he needs to be strong for you.

"I had convinced myself that death wouldn't come knocking at my door, that I was somehow immune to the bite. Yet now, I'm confronted with the reality that my days are numbered, and the bill is due." Even though exhaustion gnaws at you, stripping away your strength, you keep talking.

Your arms coil his sturdy torso, your hands resting upon the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Beneath your fingertips, you sense the reassuring and steady beat of his heart. You rest your head on his shoulder. You are overheating. All you want is some space, to throw off the constricting covers and let the cool breeze wash over your fevered skin. But you can't risk pushing him away. What if that was the last time you got to see and be with Simon? The potential that this may be your final moment enveloped in the secure embrace of his arms terrifies you. You cling tighter to him, refusing to let go.

"You should close your eyes. Rest," he says, after noticing that you are struggling to stay alert.

You resist, your will compelling you to stay awake, to remain present in the moment. But your body betrays you, and the allure of sleep is too potent to ignore, too enticing to resist. His fingers trace a gentle path up and down your side. His touch is as soft as a whisper against your flesh. It's a calming rhythm, a silent promise that he's there, with you, a constant presence in the quiet stillness of the night. Every so often, he dips his head to place a gentle kiss on your forehead; his lips linger there. Before you even realise it, the comforting rhythm of his touch and the gentle cadence of his breathing lull you into a peaceful slumber. And there, in the tranquil silence of the night, you both surrender to the embrace of sleep.

As the first rays of dawn pierce through the thin veil of darkness, your eyes abruptly shoot open in response to an overwhelming sensation. It feels as though every fibre of your being is under siege, a relentless assault that leaves no corner of your flesh untouched. The pain is so intense, so all-consuming, that it feels like every bone in your body is breaking into a thousand fragments and then reforming, only to shatter again in a relentless cycle of torment. Your head is spinning, caught in a stormy whirlpool of confusion and disorientation. Your vision is fuzzy. The world around you fades in and out, like a badly tuned television set.

You turn your gaze to the side. Simon, unaware of your internal struggle, is still fast asleep. His calm, rhythmic breathing provides a stark contrast to your own laboured gasps, each one sounding like a desperate plea escaping your parched lips. Despite the turmoil churning within you, part of you is flooded with relief that he's finally getting some much-needed rest. He has been plagued with insomnia for the past few days. And now that he finally has the opportunity to rest his weary eyes, you refuse to be the one to disrupt his peaceful slumber. Your own discomfort, no matter how unbearable, will have to wait.

In a hazy state of drowsiness, you attempt to roll out of bed with all the grace of a newborn foal, taking extra care to not generate too much noise that might disturb Simon's sleep. You leave the bedroom. You don't know where you are going or what you want to do, but your feet guide you, leading you down the creaking staircase.

A nagging dryness persists in your throat. So, you look around for something to quench your thirst. As you enter the living room, your eyes catch sight of a water bottle perched precariously on the edge of the coffee table. You slowly lean down to grab it, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Suddenly, your legs give way beneath you, buckling under the strain of your own weight. With a gasp, you topple over, your surroundings tilting on its axis. The sharp edge of the table corner comes into contact with your head with a sickening thud, and your vision blurs. Before you can even register what has happened, everything goes black, and you lose consciousness.

Simon, after a few restless hours of sleep, wakes up. He is surprised, almost shocked, when he notices the conspicuous emptiness of the cold bed. He calls out your name into the quiet room, his voice rebounding off the walls like a lone echo in a cavern. But he only receives a faint pitter-patter of footsteps from downstairs in response. His heart constricts with the cold grip of fear, like a vice around his chest. A thought, as unsettling as a crow cawing in the dead of night, crosses his mind. What if you got hurt while he was sleeping? He berates himself for his momentary lapse, for allowing himself to close his eyes.

Springing from the bed like a startled hare, he dashes downstairs, his feet skimming the steps. When he finally finds you, you are standing alone in the kitchen. Your back is turned towards him, your silhouette is etched against the pallid morning light as you gaze out of the window in a daze. Your body sways slightly, a clear sign that you are struggling to keep your balance, to resist the pull of gravity. It is evident that your fever has escalated.

"You should be in bed," he says, exhaling a sigh of relief. His worst fears, previously pounding in his chest like a wild drum, are assuaged as he looks at you. Given the circumstances, you look relatively fine.

You say nothing, though.

"Come on, let's go." He takes a step closer and tugs at your hand. To his astonishment, your temperature has gone down. Your skin, which was previously radiating with a burning heat, is now strikingly cold, almost icy to the touch.

As he stands there, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts, he grapples with the enigma of how you seemingly outwitted the fever without a trace of medication. It is perplexing, to say the least. As you slowly pivot, he drags his gaze away from your interlaced fingers and looks at your face. He stumbles back, gripping the edge of the counter when he realises... you are dead.

Your eyes, a haunting shade of pale grey, are devoid of any discernible emotion. Your face is eerily expressionless. The side of your head is smeared with crimson blood, contrasting sharply with your pale skin. The slow, deliberate movement of your jaw is the only sign of animation - opening and closing in a rhythmic pattern, your teeth clashing together with a harsh, metallic sound. Your movements, though delayed and sluggish, have a predatory quality about them. It is as if every single motion is calculated, deliberate, and incredibly menacing. Then, in a matter of mere seconds, you spring into action. With the agility of a panther, you pounce on him, a guttural growl escaping your lips that reverberates in the stillness.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist, and your nails pierce his flesh. Simon's eyes widen as he watches your body thrashing violently, as you try to sink your teeth into him. He freezes for a split second. But then his instincts take over, and he drives his knee into your stomach, propelling you to the side and causing you to collide with the fridge. After regaining his composure, he dashes around the counter.

His gaze sweeps across the kitchen, desperately searching for something, anything, with a sharp edge. You are already limping towards him when he grabs the knife. His arm raises. The glint of the blade reflects in his wide, terrified eyes. His grip tightens around the wooden handle. But when it's time to strike, he hesitates, his resolve melting like a candle in the scorching sun, and he cannot follow through. Killing you, even if you are already dead, is something he refuses to do. Simon recoils with a sudden jerk, his eyes locked onto yours. The knife clatters to the ground. He turns on his heels, the noise of his boots on the tile floor ringing out like a hollow drumbeat as he flees the kitchen. In a move borne out of sheer desperation, he grabs the nearest piece of furniture - a heavy oak table - and heaves it against the door, turning it into an impromptu barricade to keep you at bay.

For the rest of the day, he sequesters himself away within the confines of your bedroom. The room acts as a sanctuary, a place that diligently preserves your memory. Each item, each piece of furniture, even the air itself, seems steeped in your essence. Methodically, almost ritualistically, he navigates through your stuff... Simon looks at your pictures and uncaps your perfume, letting the scent permeate the space. His thoughts, like leaves caught in a whirlpool, inevitably drift back to the previous night, replaying it in his mind like a film reel with vivid clarity. The sobering realisation dawns upon him that those fleeting hours yesterday were the final ones that you two have shared together.

You become the only thought that occupies his mind, a constant, unyielding presence that leaves no room for anything else. The world outside ceases to exist; all that remains is you, the memory of you, like a haunting melody echoing in an empty hall. When the weight of the world, heavy as a millstone, becomes too overwhelming for him to carry any longer, his emotions take control. Overwhelmed by grief and frustration, he starts wrecking the room. It's a physical manifestation of his internal turmoil. Simon berates himself, the self-loathing growing with each passing moment, spreading like wildfire in a dry field. He despises the fact that he could not save you from your fate. But of all the regrets, one stands out in stark contrast: he had never voiced his true feelings for you. You died without knowing that he loved you.

After an extended period of causing chaos and disorder, akin to a storm ravaging a once peaceful landscape, he finds himself entirely depleted, a hollow shell echoing with an emptiness inside. Every fibre in his body feels numb, devoid of any sensation. He curls on the bed. The sheets, though devoid of your warmth, still carry the familiar scent of you. As Simon shuts his eyes, he can hear the faint echo of footsteps downstairs. Even though he is aware you are no longer alive, knowing that you are still in this house, with him, makes him calm down and fall asleep.

When he awakes the following morning, he is greeted with the unwelcome sensation of a fever. His body feels hot, and every move is a struggle.

The following three days, he spends in bed, trapped in the prison of his own thoughts.

On the fifth day, as he closes his eyes one final time, the grim serenity of death descends upon him, wrapping him in its stiff embrace.

On the sixth day, you and Simon are dead, roaming in the empty house. And even though you both are just a few steps away from each other - since Simon barricaded the kitchen - he and you never cross paths ever again.

TAG LIST: @randointhecloset, @lurkinwbreexy, @breadpitt69 , @browtfyoudoing , @yelenassafeplace, @itsthealice, @naxxsstuff, @lotionlamp, @aquarianix well, this is finished, fi-na-lly, haha. I’d love to know what you think about it. :) aannd, I hope you had as much fun reading the story as I did writing it!

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reds-skull · 3 months ago

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Revenant Side Stories

Story VI: Farah

[Konchar] [Graves] [Gaz] [Price] [Novikov] [AO3]

This was originally going to be a retelling of the entirety of Farah's story in MW 2019, but I underestimated how long that would be, so these are more of snapshots of her life, up until 2019.

Farah is going to be a central character in part two because it will revolve around Urzikstan, so I was very excited to get into her character in depth. This was probably the hardest side story to write because I think the original story was already good (it's easier to write for something that had a lot of flaws in it rather than something good... maybe that's why I like cod after all these months lmao)

Anyway, I also decided I'm actually not done with the side stories, and the last actual one will be of... Roba, of all people. I know I made the comic for Ghost's origin story, but I never got to show what he did to Roba.

Alright That's enough rambling let's get to Farah's story

She doesn’t remember the first time she has heard of revenants. Humans who are saved from death, only to come back with abilities from worlds beyond their own. Of how they are revered, looked up to. And yet, misunderstood.

They don’t look up to revenants in Urzikstan.

The once-dead are not heroes among her people. They’re something to be pitied; people who chose to stay on earth and suffer, instead of move on to a better, calmer existence in the place after death. Take on the burden of the Reapers, dust off the dirt of their graves, and continue the endless fight for freedom.

In Urzikstan, revenants are called “those who sacrifice”.

Her baba taught her and her brother the different names of Reapers, told them tales of those who sacrifice as bedtime stories. She always found them fascinating, as opposed to her brother. They were often grim, their ending tragic and unsatisfying, but they felt more real like that. Felt more like her day-to-day life than any other fairy tale could.

She wouldn’t know how much her story would be like those, before it was too late.

The day she died is muddy, in her memory. Yet another thing she sacrificed, in order to stay in this world. A deafening whistle, followed by walls collapsing around her. Streaks of ash on the bloodless face of her mama. Pain, unlike anything she could imagine. The voices of her baba and brother and uncle, searching. The sickening shifting of concrete above her, whispers praying for mercy, the walls closing in on her-

And she dies.

At seven, before she knew how to write the alphabet, buried beneath the earth with only the pale face of her mother as comfort, Farah Ahmed Karim died. Yet, she did not move on.

The memory of the first time she saw her Reaper was clear. She may have forgotten her mother’s lullabies, or her father’s laughter. She has not been given the privilege to forget her Reaping.

The first thing she noticed was the clean air, an odd odor to it but blessedly lacking the dust she has been inhaling for what felt like hours. The lack of pain was the second - her legs no longer crushed under thick concrete walls.

The monster, was the third. A being made of sharp shapes, glistening metal melting and hardening, flowing through cracks in the stone face of the Reaper.

As the stone face moved, grinding against itself, Farah got up to her feet. Her legs screamed at her to run, but the memory of her baba’s stories calmed her.

“The ones who take do not mean harm to the ones who sacrifice, Farah.” he told her, whispering as to not wake her brother, “they need each other. They need our sacrifice.”

“What for, baba? Why would the ones who take need to give humans their powers?”

Baba sighs, a small smile on his lips as he tucks a stray hair behind her ear, “we don’t know for sure, but we must have something they don’t. Some say we humans were chosen by chance.”

“What do you think?” she asks, her endless craving to know more yet satiated.

“I think we and the ones who take are connected, somehow. I think we are the only ones that can sacrifice.”

Instead of running, instead of listening to all of her senses, Farah stepped forward, and with a small voice asked, “w-who are you?”

The stone face turns to stare at her.

“I AM MIGHT. THE STONE, THE BLADE, THE BULLET.”

The Reaper tilts its head, metal rivers splashing into an endless void.

“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?”

Farah blinks away the tears that have gathered in her eyes, tries to speak louder, “I’m… I’m Farah? I’m a human, I’m-”

“YOU ARE NOT HUMAN, FARAH. YOU ARE DEAD, BURIED, CRUSHED.”

Her lips turn downwards, and she can’t stop the tears any longer, “w-why are you asking if you know?”

The rocks grind in an almost rhythmic way, and somehow Farah knows it is laughing. It makes her avert her eyes.

“Can… can you save my mama?” she asks, and the sound stops.

“I CANNOT SAVE YOUR MOTHER, FARAH.”

“S-she… I think she also died, can you-”

“I CANNOT SAVE YOUR MOTHER, FARAH.”

She grasps at the torn edges of her dress, sniffing her runny nose, “it’s not… it’s not fair…” her face scrunches as she sobs.

The Reaper leans forward, the light surrounding it reflecting with dazzling colors off of its body. Farah closes her eyes, not because she is afraid of it, but because she is afraid for her mama.

“I CANNOT SAVE HER, BUT I CAN SAVE YOU.”

Farah opens her eyes. Baba said he thinks only humans can sacrifice, but maybe not all humans can. Maybe mama wasn’t able to sacrifice, but…

She lifts her hands to wipe roughly at her face, tears and snot smearing on her skin. Her eyes trail up the falling liquid metal, beating heart deafening her ears.

Her voice is steady when she says, “I want to see baba and Hadir. I don’t want to leave them!”

The stones grind once more, a sort of excitement shaking the very ground.

“YOU WANT TO LIVE, FARAH.”

She nods and repeats, “I-I want to live!”

The Reaper tilts closer, its face level with hers.

“I WILL GIVE YOU THE MIGHT, THE STRENGTH, THE POWER TO LIVE, FARAH. AND I WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL.”

The metal drips near her feet, heat emanating from them. It reminds her of home.

“I choose to sacrifice. For you, for baba, for Hadir. For… for mama.” Farah whispers.

The stones shift, circling her. Her breath picks up at the thoughts of crushing walls, but it is not dark here. No one is shouting. She doesn’t smell death.

Metal singes her clothes, and she wants to jump back, but the stones stop her. It burns. It hurts.

It is not dark, but the bright colors blind her all the same.

“I ACCEPT YOUR SACRIFICE, FARAH.”

“MY MIGHT IS YOURS.”

When she wakes again, Farah doesn’t feel pain. She’s still under ruin, somewhere different from where she was before. All she sees of her mama is a hand, and she holds it. She notices the skin of her own hand glistening in the meager light filtering through dust and ash, like colorful metal. Like her Reaper.

It felt like hours pass before baba found her. She feels hunger and thirst, but the weight of the building doesn’t pain her anymore. Baba is crying when he finds her, pulls her out of the wreckage carefully, asking if she’s hurt.

She tells him nothing hurts. He pulls back from their embrace, his brows scrunched in confusion until he notices.

“I chose sacrifice, baba.”

Baba closes his eyes and hugs her harder, and she knows it would’ve hurt if she could feel it. He tells her everything will be alright. She wanted to believe it. She couldn’t.

They find mama. Hadir tries to wake her up, but Farah pulls his hands away. She tells him mama is in another place now, somewhere better than here. Hadir’s hands shake in hers, but he nods and pulls away.

Uncle and baba rush them home. Farah wants to cover her ears, the sirens don’t stop sounding, the noise pitching up and down along with her heart. Loud explosions make her flinch, so Hadir grabs her hand. It makes her feel safer, for a moment.

They run through the market. There’s a truck stopping in their way.

The Russians.

Baba lifts her in his arms, Uncle taking Hadir. They tell them to cover their mouth, when the Russians throw weird gas at them. It smells like the liquid mama used to clean their house, and it made her eyes itch and burn.

They enter their home, but baba doesn’t stop moving. He gives Hadir a gas mask. He will have to share his with Farah. Uncle leaves, telling baba he’ll meet them later.

“W-where are we going?” Hadir asks, clutching the mask.

Baba grabs a backpack, hidden behind the kitchen cabinets, “we’re going to the bridge, then to the mountains. There will be no sirens there.”

Farah hurries to follow him, wiping blood on her dress. Her skin isn’t bruised, but it feels weird.

“I don’t want to go…” Hadir says with a frown. Baba turns to look at him. He crouches and pets his shoulder.

“I know, dearest. I know. We will return, I promise.” his tone changed, stern like when he taught her not to touch the hot pan, “you need to be strong for your sister now, alright?”

Baba points to Hadir’s heart, “you keep mama here,” his hand moves to his head, “and you keep this clear. That’s how we survive, you understand?”

“Yes, baba.”

Baba shoulders the backpack, and begins walking towards the door, “when we get outside, you stay with me, okay?”

As he goes to open it, the handle moves, and the whole frame shakes. Someone is trying to get in.

“Stay behind me!”

The door slams open, a large man with a gas mask walking in. Farah takes a step back. The man meets her eyes and closes the door, and she stares at his gun.

Baba pleads with the man. He does not listen.

Baba throws his backpack at him, the man shooting a couple of bullets into the floor. They miss Farah’s feet by a few centimeters, and she freezes, breath held in her lungs. Hadir throws himself against the man, but gets shoved back.

The man pulls out a knife, baba manages to take it, stab the man. But it doesn’t change a thing.

It doesn’t save him, when the man pushes him to the floor, and shoots one, two, three, four bullets.

Only then do her feet unstick, and she mutters to herself, “hide!”

She runs back to her and Hadir’s room, crawling under the bed. The man shouts angrily and she hears something break.

Hadir. She needs to help Hadir!

As the man talks to someone on his phone, Farah crawls towards the kitchen, finding a knife. Mama always warned her not to play with them, but if the man catches Hadir…

In her heart, she asks for forgiveness from mama.

When she finds the man, he’s leaning against a wall, his hand clutching his side. Before she can think it over, Farah lowers and slashes at his legs. The man screams in pain, shooting a few bullets at the ground, and turns around to slap her.

It doesn’t hurt, but she drops the knife, so she runs away again.

One of baba’s tools is on the ground, must’ve fallen from his backpack. She grabs it and continues running, the man on her tail now.

The man says mean words to her, in Arabic, but her ears are pounding, her own heavy breaths the only thing she can hear. Her grip on the tool tightens.

“I’m going to kill you!”

Farah watches the man stumble in the hallway, searching.

“You’re going to see father soon, you piece of shit child!”

He trips on the rug. She sneaks closer.

“You’re dead, you hear me?! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!”

Farah runs forward, aiming for his other leg, but he turns around and grabs her hand before she can stab him.

“There you are!” he grabs her by the neck, slamming her to the floor, “got you!”

She can feel his hand wrap around her, crushing her windpipe, but it doesn’t hurt. The man grunts, before he freezes.

“You’re- you’re one of them?!”

Hadir jumps on the man’s shoulders, screaming, “get off her!!!”. He uses the knife she dropped to stab him in the neck, “get him, Farah, now!”

Farah grabs the tool, and uses all her strength to stab it into the man’s chest. He screams as flesh gives under the metal.

“It’s working! Again, sister!”

She pulls it out, and repeats.

“Good, Farah!”

And again.

Four times, until the man stops moving and making any sound. Farah takes his mask, the gun too heavy and tool buried in his gut.

Farah and Hadir return to baba. Hadir tries to help him up, but baba stops him.

“I can’t… I can’t go with you.”

Tears well in her eyes. Baba is leaving as well.

Hadir wraps his hands around baba’s, “what do we do?”

“You survive. Whatever it takes.” he turns to look at Farah, “even… even your sacrifice. Never give…up…”

Baba’s head drops. He’s gone.

Hadir stares at him for a moment longer. He gets up, “let’s go.”

They weave through the town, a murky green tinting the air. People are gasping and coughing around them, until a gunshot silences them. Hadir says it’s not fair. Farah knows.

It’s not fair, that they pass by people who get shot, and don’t get back up. It’s not fair, that she has to kill twice more, just for them to get a chance at freedom.

It’s not fair, when a man drags both of them away from it, a cruel smile on his lips as he inspects her.

It’s not fair, that she knows to recognize the malice in his eyes.

The soldiers take them to a prison. They find out she is one of those who sacrificed.

It’s not fair, she tells to the Reaper in her heart, that her sacrifice was not enough to save anyone.

She learns very quickly to hate Barkov. He learns, quicker, that his usual torture methods don’t work on her. He finds her weakness not in her own flesh, but in the flesh of the others. Hadir, in most cases. They keep the men and women separated, only allowing her to see him once every few weeks, and every time she gives them trouble, he takes the punishment. He tries to hide it, but he can’t hide his limp, or his bloodshot eyes, or the scars that keep multiplying upon his skin.

Contrasted with her flawless arms, glistening oddly in the light.

She gets into fights with her Reaper, in the earlier days. Demanding answers, for the simple question of “why?”.

Why her? Why this power, that only protects her? Why taunt her, tell her she’s under the Reaper of Might, yet show her every day how weak she is?

There are whispers among the guards, of a person by the name of “Karim”. A Commander, aiding the prisoners, attempting to contact foreign forces by transmitting messages from the inside. Barkov spends hours torturing her and the others, trying to find them. After a while, Farah notices a glint of playfulness in the wretched man’s eyes.

He knows who Karim is. He just wants to break them, annihilate the sense of fragile hope Karim gives the prisoners.

Barkov wants their spirit broken. Farah knows he will fail, because as long as any of them stand, they will not give up. For those who can't fight any longer, for those who are still with them in this hell, for Urzikstan.

They think one can uproot it from them. What they don’t know, will never understand, is that you can’t kill an idea. You can’t torture the memory of freedom out of them.

The soldiers seem on edge, mumbling in Russian about rumors of enemy forces invading Urzikstan. One of them slaps the back of her head when she stares too long.

The cycle continues - Barkov interrogates her, always keeping another prisoner in the room to torture in her place. Today it is Azadeh, younger than her by two years. Azadeh doesn’t flinch at the glint of a knife, but she screams as Barkov buries it in her thigh.

Farah’s guts burn at her wailing, at Barkov’s cocksure grin, his hand easily yanking the knife out of spasming muscles.

She breaks. Tells him she is Karim. It feels like an end.

Barkov freezes, before he pounces. Knocking her out of the chair, he covers her mouth, pinches her nose, deprives her of air.

Not many things can hurt her, but Farah still needs oxygen to live. Her wrists twitch roughly against the bindings tying her to the chair, Azadeh calls for her. Barkov snarls.

“I will not let terrorists like you ruin my country.”

My country… My country?

Urzikstan will never kneel to the likes of you.

As the edges of her vision darken, a soldier bursts into the room, his movements rushed as he informs Barkov the prison is under attack.

Barkov, always needing to have the last laugh, tells her she hasn’t saved anyone, that Karim’s role was only to doom her people, and orders his soldiers to the warehouse, to kill everyone.

Air fills her lungs as she inhales for the first time in over a minute. Barkov tells the man to take Azadeh to the warehouse, and her to solitary confinement. She gives Azadeh an encouraging nod, before they’re separated.

Karim hasn’t failed yet. As long as they’re still alive, she hasn’t failed.

Solitary is part of the older section of the building. Farah has been here enough times to know the rebar in the far corner of the cell is loose, and she herself have made sure, should the need arise, it will be easy to extract from the cracked concrete floor.

The moment the soldiers leave, she gets to work, pulling the metal with a grunt. With a few well-placed hits, Farah breaks the lock, and opens the door.

It is silent outside, in the way a graveyard is. Something sick spreads on her tongue, as she sneaks out of solitary. A few soldiers are making their way to the main cell block, to take the remaining prisoners to the warehouse, Farah assumes. The rebar feels lighter in her hands.

The first soldier she hits over the head screams as he goes down. The rest instinctively start shooting her. It doesn’t do much to stop her from caving their skulls in, besides ripping a few new holes into her clothes.

Searching the bodies yields her a key and an extra mag for one of the rifles. All of them were either empty or jammed, the frantic soldiers not recognizing her.

For them, all Urzik are the same.

Her sisters are relieved to see her approach. The gunshots scared them, fearing it was anyone but her. She opens the cell, freeing them. She uses the key to open a gun locker, and orders them to take up arms. No hesitation is visible on their faces. They all know this is an end.

Of the soldiers or theirs, it is yet to be seen.

“Our brothers have been taken to the warehouse to be executed. We are not going to let that happen.” Farah snarls, fingers aching as she grips the rifle, “are we?”

“No, Commander!” her sisters yell in unison.

Farah feels pride bubble up within her. They haven’t broken their spirit.

A series of far away explosions makes their little group flinch. Ayah asks, “who is attacking us, Commander? Are they on our side?”

“I don’t know. And as long as they distract Barkov and his dogs, it doesn’t matter. We need to move before it’s too late.”

They slam open the doors, Russian soldiers already ready at the other side. Her sisters’ aim is wobbly, the recoil more than they’ve experienced, but they have one thing the Russians don’t.

They don’t fear death anymore.

Nadia was injured in the firefight against a sniper. Ghalia has been limping since an explosion knocked her down. Darine and Azadeh are tired, they’ve been in solitary for days with little to no food or water.

They manage to hole up in the warehouse, but there’s no one there. Farah shouts for Hadir, her echo the only answer.

“Commander!” Azadeh calls, “there’s a way through here, this is must be where they are!”

Farah kicks the door open, turning right to clear the hallway, when a body slams into her from the left. She falls to the ground heavily, teeth bared as a barrel lines with her forehead. The other two soldiers aim at her sisters, Azadeh screaming in horror, “please don’t shoot!”

For a moment, Farah loses hope. Her mind supplies her with Barkov’s words.

“You haven’t saved anyone.”

In the next, the skylights shatter. Precise bullets take out the three soldiers, not a single wasted shot. Ropes are thrown through the broken windows, and men wearing gas masks repel down. One of them looks at her, “Whose Commander Karim?”

Farah huffs as she pushes a dead body off of her, “I’m Karim.”

The soldier swings his weapon to the side, “we got your message” he lifts the mask up, revealing a pale face, “Lieutenant John Price. Where are the others?”

The Lieutenant offers her a hand, and Farah grunts as he lifts her, “in there. Straight ahead.”

Price looks at the dark hallway, before turning back and lowering his mask, “stay close!”

Azadeh’s expression is uncertain when Farah stops her from following them. Wordlessly, she nods and returns to her wounded sisters’ side. They both know the path ahead is meant only for trained soldiers.

Trained soldiers, and those who cannot die to a bullet.

Farah keeps her rifle up as the soldiers and her scan the hall. Tanks with warning signs plastered on their exterior line the narrow passage way, and she doesn’t need to know Russian to know what’s inside.

“Got two!” Price warns, and takes out one of the guards. The other doesn’t waste time watching his partner go down, and before one of Price’s soldiers puts a bullet in his head, he aims and shoots Farah.

Straight shot to her heart. These guards are more skilled than the ones she fought through to get here.

Two hands clamp onto her shoulders, and Price’s wide eyes stare at her through the gas mask, “you’re not wearing armor- Karim, sit the fuck down, I saw the bullet hit you-!”

Farah frowns, following his line of sight to the hole in her shirt.

“Lieutenant-”

He holds her as if she’s about to collapse, muttering, “why are you not bleeding…”

Farah grabs his hands, and the Lieutenant’s brows shoot up.

“You’re a revenant.” his hands loosen, and drop to his side.

Farah nods, “no bullet or blade can hurt me.”

Something odd passes by Price’s eyes, but he doesn’t say anything to indicate what.

“Lieutenant, the prisoners are here! We need the breacher for the door!”

They run towards the back, and Farah slides to a stop at the scene.

In a room with large bullet-proof windows, where fire wars with the Russian’s sickly green gas, her brothers pound on the glass, their screams muffled.

They were going to watch them suffocate and burn.

She shakes out of her stupor when she notices Hadir. Slumped in the corner by a door, unmoving.

“You haven’t saved anyone.”

Farah runs to the other side of the door, where Price and his men are attempting to pry open it. They don’t have time for this.

“Stand back!” she grunts, and Price barely pulls the other soldier away before she shoots 4 bullets into the lock.

She barely manages to catch Hadir when the door slams open, her brothers running out towards fresh air. She should feel happiness, that they were fast enough to save them.

But in her arms is the still body of her brother, the one who has been through this hell with her from the beginning. The one with their mama’s eyes, and their baba’s kindness. Farah feels tears run down her face as she presses two fingers to his pulse. Nothing.

There are voices around her, speaking to her. She doesn’t hear a thing. No sound is worth hearing when her brother’s heart does not beat.

Price crouches in front of her, his mask off despite the gas filtering in from the room. His voice is gentle when he speaks, “Karim… we need to move.”

She shakes her head. It reminds her of how Hadir didn’t want to leave their house, when baba knew they had no choice. She has no choice but to leave him.

Oh, how could she leave him like this?

As the Lieutenant urges her again, as her brothers and sisters start to realize what happened, as Farah’s fingers stay on a paling wrist, she feels it.

A heartbeat.

Hadir gasps, his hands shoot up to claw at his neck frantically, and he jumps away from Farah. Everyone is watching him carefully as he catches his breath, silent and knowing.

Farah clenches her fists, failing to quell the shaking, “...why…?”

Why did you choose this over seeing mama and baba again?

Hadir turns to face her, but his eyes don’t meet hers. They’re not the blue-gray they were before, she notices. Green, like the gas that killed him.

“You survive, whatever it takes. Never give up.” Hadir repeats their baba’s last words. “Not even death will come between us, sister. Not anymore.”

“May your soul find rest.” she says, and her brothers and sisters murmur it with her. Hadir then lifts his gaze, and he gives her a sad smile.

Price and his soldiers stand back, looking properly shaken by seeing a dead man return. For them it is an anomaly.

In Urzikstan, they all know what a sacrifice looks like.

Farah gives herself a moment more to mourn Hadir, mourn the peace he refused to receive in death.

She gets up, grips her rifle, and orders her people, “collect survivors and supplies. We’re leaving.”

“Sister.”

She stops cleaning her knife for a moment, acknowledging Hadir’s presence with a nod, before continuing, “any sign of Barkov?”

Hadir drags a chair to sit in front of her, “no, we’re secure here. The Lieutenant cleared the area well.” he watches her hands work on the sharpening metal, “I… I wanted to tell you about my powers.”

Her hand freezes. “Immunity to the gas. I know.”

“No.”

Farah opens her mouth to question him, but when she looks up at Hadir…

Mist flows from his eyes and nose, pouring down his features. Green, toxic, smells of chemicals and death.

When he speaks, more gas flows from his mouth, “I’m not only immune, sister. I can create it.” fear paints his words.

“Enough.” she orders, though to her ears it sounds more like begging. Hadir stops using his power all the same, and it is with shame that he looks at the thin level of gas coating the floor of the run-down room.

Farah puts the knife and whetstone away, and hugs Hadir. He presses closer, and she feels his body tremble with silent sobs.

“You will not use this power. We do not need weapons of the enemy to win this war.” Her brother may be doomed, cursed forever to bear the gas within him, but it does not mean he needs to continue Barkov’s legacy.

Hadir doesn’t respond for a while, but when he pulls back, he nods. “Yes, Commander Karim.” he says, pride in the title. “What are your orders to our brothers and sisters?”

Farah sheaths the knife, her voice strong and clear, “Barkov must’ve had more prisons. It’s time we find more hands to help our cause.”

Alex Keller is… odd.

He had a surface level knowledge of the situation in Urzikstan when he arrived. Not from a tactical standpoint - CIA doesn’t let details like those escape them, of course. But from a human’s, and perhaps a revenant’s, it was clear Alex was not used to seeing such disgusting levels of violence unhidden for all to see. Barkov doesn’t need to hide it. America already knows.

The world already knows.

Keller’s abilities as a revenant proved advantageous from the very first mission they had. Infiltrating has never been easier, with a man able to become invisible to the naked eye. Later on he has told her of his weaknesses, that his form is still corporal even when see-through, and that electronic optics are able to catch traces of him. His honesty doesn’t go unnoticed, and Farah appreciates the trust he puts in her.

Hadir didn’t trust him at first. Despite his relation to Captain Price, he was wary of the American. It didn’t matter much to Farah, as long as they were amicable enough to work together, but seeing Hadir slowly let his guard down over the weeks was a moment of happiness in her days.

It helps most in days when Hadir seems distant, when a fog she can only call a thirst for revenge clouds his eyes. It feels like the times she has to fight against his violent suggestions double every new mission.

Something is brewing in his mind, she can tell. Hadir doesn’t want to share it with her.

At least Alex doesn’t push back against her orders with no good reason…

They’re on ground now, Alex using Hadir’s Sniper to scope the Highway of Death, and Farah spotting for him. They’re waiting for forces of Al-Mudahiyn, The Sacrificers, to pass through.

Al-Mudahiyn and the ULF used to be one and the same, until they weren’t. They share the goal of liberation, but where the ULF chooses to prioritize the safety of the people of Urzikstan, The Sacrificers choose the retribution on the Russians to be theirs.

Liberation will not be achieved peacefully, Farah knows that. But revenge won’t bring it either, and as much as she would hate it if it were to happen, if she had the choice to free her country but let her oppressors walk away unharmed, she would. She is sick of seeing her brothers and sisters die, and sacrifice, and bow their heads to men who see them as lesser.

In that, Al-Mudahiyn and her disagree. The militia focuses its powers on creating chaos among the Russian’s ranks, within Russia itself, and anywhere where its sympathizers live. And while they both deal in violence, Farah cannot agree to it being the objective.

It is a tool. One she will wield only as long as her enemy does.

The SAS and CIA have begun to retaliate against Al-Mudahiyn, as has Barkov, their actions too flashy to ignore. Stealing several containers of Russian experimental gas was the last nail in the coffin.

The ULF along with Captain Price’s team decided to work together to stop them.

“One vehicle approaching from the east!”

On her mark, Alex takes down the two snipers that attempted to set up on the roof. Killing them is a calculated risk; it could alert their target and cause them to change course, but leaving them alive could’ve risked Hadir and his team, who are nearer to the road.

Two fighters from Hadir’s team take the truck and park it in the middle of the highway as a makeshift blockade. She watches as they rig it up with explosives, and orders them to wait for her signal.

Their target, as do many in The Sacrificers’ ranks, is a revenant. According to Alex’s sources in the CIA, they’re just a Revenant of Flesh. Their healing powers could save them from some injuries, but an explosion should kill them.

And if the explosion doesn’t do them in, bullets will.

They were ready for an ambush. Armored trucks, snipers, mortar teams.

“We need help! Where is Captain Price?!” Farah shouts as she fires on a few fighters making their way through the ruined house they’ve taken cover in. Alex pops up to shoot as well, but she pushes him behind her when a few bullets hit too close for comfort.

Her clothes are riddled with holes.

Hadir shouts from the rooftop beside theirs, “we cannot wait! I’ve got more firepower in the truck!” an explosion shakes the foundations of the house, “Alex! Follow me!”

Alex looks back at her, and she nods. Hadir’s intuition never failed them, his habit of preparing for the worst saved operations more than once. He’s not her second-in-command just because of their blood relation, she trusts him more than anyone else.

That is why, when green, toxic gas started covering the abandoned village rapidly, Farah didn’t dare think it was him. Hadir wouldn’t do that, he promised her.

She hears him shout to Alex that there are gas masks in the bunker. It should’ve tipped her off. It didn’t.

Coughing horribly, she ran towards the bunker, her steps unsteady as the gas coats her lungs. She has never forgotten the way it claws down her throat, burning, seizing her muscles.

Alex comes into view just as Farah’s vision begins to fade, and the last words she hears singe worse than any chemical could.

“H-Hadir… You’re… a revenant?”

When she comes to, it’s to the smell of dust. Her throat still burns, but as she coughs, she feels clean air filter through her nose. Farah blinks her eyes open, to see Hadir equip a gas mask on Alex’s face. He notices her eyes following his movements.

“Sister…” Hadir leaves Alex to approach her, his arms open. Before, she would’ve taken comfort to see he is not injured.

Now, all she sees is anger. Green, sickly, violent anger.

Farah pushes him away, but she is weakened, so his arms don’t leave hers, “how could you do this?!”

He tries to placate her. It makes her shake with exertion to get away. “I had no choice, Farah! I-”

“No. Not like this.” her eyes roll back, and before she loses consciousness again, she mumbles, “you promised…”

“-Farah!… Alex!”

She grunts. Her arms feel weighted when she pushes the dusty gas mask up and off her face. Alex does the same, trying to get up on his feet and failing.

Price’s voice invades her mind, and she winces. It is an unfamiliar feeling, still. “You’re alright, Farah. You’re alright.”

Still unused to the powers, she chooses to speak, “where is he…? Where is he?!”

Price finally reaches them, helping Farah get up, only for her to push off to rush out the crooked door, “he’s gone, Farah…”

She snarls. How dare he run, how could he leave- “no… Hadir… HADIR!!!”

“Farah!” Price follows her, catching her when she stumbles on the steps outdoors, “Farah, stop! Stop, he’s gone!”

Her fists clench on dry earth and she screams. Coward, liar, monster. No curse is bad enough to describe that fucking dog.

She feels Price wrap an arm around her, not to support, but to comfort. It reminds her why they’re here in the first place.

“There is no thief.” she tilts her head up, staring at Price’s blue-gray eyes. His brows knit in confusion, and she continues, “he created the gas. I’m sorry, Captain, I didn’t know, I didn’t know…”

She feels Price pull images from her memories. She lets him.

The Captain looks through her interactions with Hadir for the past few weeks. At first, Farah thinks he doesn’t believe her word, but Price relays to her that he’s not doing it for himself.

He’s proving her she’s not at fault.

“There’s no way you could’ve known, Farah.” he says out loud.

Alex joins him behind them, leaning on another soldier, “it’s okay, Farah. We’ll get him.”

She wants to bristle at those almost meaningless comforting gestures, but the look in Alex’s eyes is pleading her to let it go, for now.

Price helps her up again, shouting to Alex, “we need to un-ass this target- NOW!”

As they board the helicopter, Farah looks down.

Corpses line the desolate streets, no bird dares to sing at the sight. Both Al-Mudahiyn and ULF fighters lay still, eyes bulging and throat scratched raw. She grits her teeth, but her eyes don’t stray from the sight, even as the aircraft rises to the air.

Alex places a hand on her shoulder after a while, a questioning hum following.

She shakes her head, and with it his hand.

A voice that has haunted her for the last two decades drifts closer to her, whispering into her ears a sentence she hates to acknowledge has never been wrong.

“You haven’t saved anyone.”

At twenty-seven, Farah Ahmed Karim has lost the last remaining blood relative she had. There was no one left to mourn, except her.

In a dusty helicopter, with the smell of noxious gas still in her every breath, Farah promised to find him, the walking corpse of her brother, and stop him before he drags more of them down.

And unlike the man who once was her brother, Farah keeps her promises.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod farah #cod alex #cod price #farah karim #hadir karim #alex keller #john price #revenant au #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #farah.... <3333 #her story makes me so fucking sad every time #i cant see the cutscenes from mw2019 without tearing up #shes my fave character from base game bc shes just so complex #doomed to be in an american military propaganda game...#i decided to change AQ since they havent been mentioned in part 1 #and i dont really like how theyre handled in canon #like... russia is the one occupying urzikstan but AQ operates in europe and decided to do what they did in piccadilly circus #but the brits supposedly arent aiding barkov/makarov and are actually against them??#but they cant show americans/brits conquering and violently occupying countries bc cmon guys america doesnt do that its only russia \s #also AQ literally translates to 'the killers' and im sorry but thats... not it #you cant really have nuance with a group called 'the killers'#sorry i just hate when the american military propaganda game propagandas #i hope i managed to make Al-Mudahiyn more... sypmathetic? maybe?#like you could understand more why ppl from the ULF would choose to be part of Al-Mudahiyn... rather than fuckin AQ

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tea-the-not-understanding · 7 days ago

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Finally... Holiday and no more school

Now I can work on MY project. I've been working on a map for Nautila. And I've been struggling on designing her Seeing! form. So after a few times designing the map idea and listening to some musics, I found a song that matched to her voice and fitting her in the Seeing! form as well.

Anyways, this is the first sketch idea where she's a swimming floating skeleton with large eyes poking out of the shell. But then I scrapped that idea because I dislike the idea of having tendrils and tentacles around her body, it gonna slow my time animating that and figuring out a code to see how am I going to make character moves and runs with different animations. Fun. Anyways, this is the official design on the Seeing! form

More siren and skeletal form, almost closely to a grim reaper. And the character you'll be playing as in a player haven't decided yet but it'll going to be someone with the lore that matching with her lullaby and singing with this song

youtube

It fit her very well and I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to animate her in 3d with the lips scynce to the lyrics. But not the whole song tho because it'll kill me lol

I were thinking that her story will be sorrowful and sadness of watching her love ones perished one by one and she couldn't help so much. All because of her curiosity to discovery leads her to who she is now and even then, she wish that she know some form of medical ways to help others or at least be something useful then just a stupid researcher who admire fossils and sea creatures. She finds and see herself useless every moments and even she knew how much creatures and beings living dislike her or didn't interact with her. She know that she's an outcast and see that what she love or her own hobby and job wouldn't bring admirations or ability to make a proper friends. Let alone a fake friends which put her more into sorrows.

She's were almost left forgotten and the only one who come to visits her from time to time is Twinkle and yet, it still didn't uplift her sorrow and sadness inside her. That is until she able to see ghosts and seem to be able to communicate to them. Those ghosts are fishes and the fossils of their past selves. Saying that they see her sorrow and sadness and will be her friends forever, and all she has to do is accept them. She took that deal without a second thought and completely mesmerized and spent months isolating. Seeing that not many noticed her disappearance only fuel her sorrow more. That is until Twinkle come to visits her and this time, he won't take her word 'leave' this time and bust the door down and enter the museum. Her own pride and joy, just to see so many ghost fishes flying around and Nautila as the mother reaper.

Her museum still in a work in progress, because I am pretty shitty at designing invironment this big and it my first time on it and I'm screaming. But next week, I'll be visiting my friend who been studying about architect and interior design so Imma ask for her help. Y'all who read this far can also suggest me and I will try and added to it too!!! But for now, I'm trying to work on the large tank area and this is the progress so far. Pretty huge but it supposed to be for the ghost fishes to be swimming around this area.

Anyways, thank you for reading this and follow my work, I'm actually trying my best to make a sequel to the game idea of this. :D

coding for later, now I'm working on models and map for easier for my brain to function.

#3d #3d model #model #game idea #rambling #ramblings #sketches #illustration #my art #Youtube

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miscellaneoussmp · 1 year ago

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QSMP Drabble List!

Posted!

•They're Family: A possible return of the eggs and how that goes

•First time (Second time): Pac cleans up the lab and thinks. (cw/tw: blood mentions throughout)

•A Nightmare Maybe: Tubbo, Roier, and Charlie don't want to face their feelings. (cw/tw: egg death mentioned/implied throughout and blood mentions)

•Hospital Room Conversations: Cellbit and Pac talk. (cw/tw: blood mention, and general Pac trauma)

•Family Dinner: Dinner at Cellbit and Roier's castle and how that goes.

•Brother and Sister: A collection of (lost) memories Cellbit and Bagi might share. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentions, general Cellbit fuckery. A singular mention of throwing up)

•Two Souls: The story of The Grim Reaper meeting a set of twins. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentions, general Cellbit fuckery)

•Heavy machinery + sleep deprivation: Pac and Tubbo need sleep. Luckily, Fit is there to tell them to go to bed.

•One Reaper: The story of a set of twins meeting The Grim Reaper. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death throughout, general Cellbit fuckery)

•Escape Plan: Three girls, a train, a plane, and a ship

•Take Care: Foolish and Roier help each other.

•A nap and redirection: How Cellbit and Roier deal with emotions.

•Late Night: Cellbit and Roier enjoy each other company. (cw/tw: cigarettes/smoking)

•Missing?: Cellbit finds a missing poster.

•Body Temperature: Soulmates and below average body temperature. (cw/tw: General Pac trauma, blood/violence mentions)

•Sleeping Beauty: Cellbit admires a sleeping Roier.

•Candy Heist: A blue bird and spider steal some candy.

•Good Morning (the middle of the afternoon): Roier wakes up from his sleep.

•Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer): Niki doesn't recognize some photos. (cw/tw: blood/violence mentions)

•Red Candy Apple: Cellbit and Pac talk, with a knife on the floor between them. (cw/tw: implied death)

•Sleepy/Wide Awake: A half-asleep Roier tells Cellbit about a dream.

•Garden (of Eden): Tallulah meets Death in her dream.

•A Game of Follow the Leader: A brother and a sister play a game. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death implied/mentioned throughout)

•Glass Shards: Missa tells Phil about his scattered soul. (cw/tw: death/violence mentions throughout)

•All Better? (No.): Tina wasn't always a demon. (cw/tw: general horror elements)

•Buttercream: Tubbo attempts to bake a cake.

•Perfect Family (Only a half truth): A brother and a sister are brought home after a trip to the hospital. (cw/tw: minor derealization)

•Sweet Picnic: Roier and Leo have a picnic.

•Documentary: Bagi is alone, she copes. (cw/tw: implied mental health issues/violence, mentioned gore)

•Double-Blind Study (Placebo Effect): Cellbit gets therapy, Bagi doesn't. (cw/tw: implied/referenced mental health issues, repetitive narration)

•Aster Bouquet: Bad recognizes Tina from somewhere else. (cw/tw: implied/referenced death)

•Tidy (Ignore the Clutter): Cellbit keeps his mind tidy with a few exceptions. (cw/tw: implied violence)

•Two (for the price of one): Pac wonders about things.

•A Perfectly Average Day (Right?): Cellbit has a thoroughly average day. (cw/tw: minor derealization)

•Echoing Lullaby: Bad helps Cellbit get some rest in the same way he used to. (cw/tw: implied/referenced violence, implied mental health issues)

•Saying Grace (How Fun!): A look into Team Bolas Rojas family dinner. (cw/tw: implied/mentioned blood/death/violence, religion mentions throughout)

•Promise? Promise.: Pac and Mike have a conversation in a dream.

•Third time (Fourth time): Pac is covered in blood and thinks. (cw/tw: blood mentions throughout, implied/referenced violence)

•It Goes Like This: Roier and others make it onto the boat. (cw/tw: implied/referenced death, and implied/referenced suicidal ideation)

•Overcast Skies (the feeling of anemoia): Sunny grieves someone she never met. (cw/tw: referenced death.)

•Reflection: Pac looks at himself in the mirror. (cw/tw: blood/injury mentions, referenced drug use, implied mental health issues)

•Lost Television Signal: Mike tries to watch through static. (cw/tw: implied/referenced mental health issues, referenced drug use)

•Reminiscence: Cellbit throughout the years. (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentioned/referenced throughout, general Cellbit fuckery, highly repetitive narration)

•Tachycardia: Pac, some grave digging, some science, and a rapid heart rate. (cw/tw: character death implied/mentioned, medical terminology, mentioned drug abuse)

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp drabble #qsmp fanfiction

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comfort-clubhouse · 1 year ago

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NEW Comfort Characters List!!!

Oggy and Olivia (Oggy and The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Shy, Little Miss Tiny, Little Miss Splendid, Little Miss Dotty and Little Miss Hug (Little Miss)

Mr Happy, Mr Nonsense and Mr Impossible (Mr Men)

Mr Quiet, Mr Scatterbrain, Mr Funny and Little Miss Giggles (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll, Keroppi, Chococat, Gudetama, Fifi, Mimmy White, Mama White, Papa White, Grandma White, Grandpa White, and Julianna Scott (Sanrio)

My Melody, Kuromi and My Sweet Piano (Sanrio and Onegai My Melody)

Pusheen (Pusheen the Cat)

Shirousa, Kurousa, Strawberryusa, Blueberryusa, Momousa, Vanilla, Aousa, Pandausa, Balletusa and Primausa (Sugarbunnies)

Miffy (Miffy)

ENA (ENA Season 1 and Dream BBQ)

Moony, Hourglass Dogs and Shepherd (ENA)

Humf, Humf's Parents, Uncle Hairy and Flora (Humf)

SCP-049 SCP-999, SCP-131 and SCP-053 (SCP)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Tabi, Carol, Sunday, Hex, QT, Nikusa, Solazar, Annie, Garcello, Rascal, Chris, Sarvente, Ruv, Selever, Rasazy, Pom Pom, Ash, Cassette Girl, Dr Springheel and Nikku (Friday Night Funkin)

Boy and Girl (Friday Night Funkin - Twinsomnia)

Tankman (Tankmen)

Soft Boyfriend and Soft Mouse (Friday Night Funkin - Soft)

Shinto (Friday Night Funkin - Lullaby)

Skid, Pump, Lila, Jaune, Robert, John, Streber and Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Hat Kid and Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Charlie Dompler and Pim Pimling (Smiling Friends)

Lazlo, Edward and Gretchen (Camp Lazlo)

SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks, Gary, Plankton, Mindy, Mr Krabs and Karen Plankton (SpongeBob)

Mario (Mario and DIC Cartoon)

Luigi (Mario, DIC Cartoon and Super Mario Movie)

Yoshi (Mario and Super Mario World Cartoon)

Peach, Daisy, Wario, Bowser Jr, Boo, King Boo, Rosalina and Luma (Mario)

Bowser (Mario and Super Mario Movie)

Count Bleck and Tippi (Super Paper Mario)

Lumalee and Giuseppe (Super Mario Movie)

Bow and Watt (Paper Mario)

Koops (Paper Mario and The Thousand Year Door)

Polterpup (Luigi's Mansion)

Hellen Gravelly and Morty (Luigi's Mansion 3)

Rabbid Rosalina (Mario + Rabbids)

King Koopa (Mario DIC Cartoon)

Oogtar (Super Mario World Cartoon)

Sonic and Tails (Sonic, Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog and Sonic Movie)

Amy Rose, Dr Eggman, Cream, Cheese, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Vanilla, Vector and Chip (Sonic)

Sage (Sonic Forces)

Zazz and Zavok (Sonic Lost World)

Tails Doll (Sonic R)

Knuckles, Tom Wachowski, Maddie Wachowski and Dr Robotnik (Sonic Movie)

Wes Weasley (Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog)

Po and Laa-Laa (Teletubbies)

Snorky and Fleegle (Banana Splits)

Rilakkuma (Rilakkuma)

Donutella (Donutella)

Captain N and Simon Belmont (Captain N the Game Master)

Rayman (Rayman and Animated Series)

Rayman/Ramon (Captain Laserhawk)

Globox, Grand Minimus and Ales Mansay (Rayman)

Betina and Flips (Rayman the Animated Series)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Sketchbook, Colin, Lesley, Electracey and Bread Mother (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Postman Pat and Jess (Postman Pat)

Fifi Forget-Me-Not (Fifi and the Flowertots)

Spud and Lofty (Bob The Builder)

Numbuh 3, Numbuh 5, Father, Monty Uno, Mushi Sanban, Maurice, Delightful Children from Down the Lane and Interesting Twins from Beneath the Mountain (Kids Next Door)

Bambi, Thumper and Faline (Disney's Bambi)

505, White Hat, Demencia and Black Hat (Villainous)

Goliath (Gargoyles)

Chudd Chudders, The Earl, T-Bone and DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Kirby, Meta Knight, Ribbon and Elflin (Kirby)

Tootie and Plex (Yo Gabba Gabba)

Mio and Mao (Mio Mao)

Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, Willow Park, King, Raine Whispers, Collector, Emperor Belos and Lilith Clawthorne (Owl House)

Anne Boonchuy, Marcy Wu/Darcy, Sasha Waybright, Sprig Plantar, King Andrias, Lady Olivia and Hop Pop Plantar (Amphibia)

Grim Reaper and Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Daisy Duck, Goofy, Clarabelle Cow, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Ortensia the Cat (Disney)

Mugman, Devil, Baroness Von Bon Bon, Sally Stageplay, Ms Chalice and King Dice (Cuphead Show)

MX (Mario 85 and Mario's Madness)

Lucas (Mario 85 and Mario's Monday Night Massacre)

Mario.EXE, Coronation Day Peach and GB (Mario's Madness)

Pac-Man and Inky (Pac-Man)

Gingerbread Man/Gingy (Shrek)

Matt, Tord, Edd, Tom, Eduardo, Zanta Claws and Ringo (Eddsworld)

Matilda (Ellsworld)

Pocoyo and Nina (Pocoyo)

Lord X, Curse of X, Hog, NormalCD and Majin Sonic (VS Sonic.EXE)

Mao Mao, Adorabat and Badgerclops (Mao Mao - Heroes of Pure Heart)

Edd/Double D and Nazz (Ed, Edd n Eddy)

Dawko, CookieSwirlC, Jaiden Animations, RRcherrypie, RME Music Channel, Kristers Viļums, Janet HQ, FrozenPhantom, Blazeplayz/All mighty hobo, king of creepypasta, NashiroThePenguin, 🌸..POKE_TV..🌸, []Kiara cutie❤️[], Fluffle Puff, Añćä, SMG4, Xx_Amanda_xX, SSGSS Marioftw, WiiLikeToPlay, Kitty Ashley, Marciplier, .anormalhuman, Jay productions, °•[PDC_FOREVER]•°, °Just_an_autistic_idiot°, DAGAMES, CG5, CK9C, PR!NC3 P!lLL, VanossGaming, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, jacknjellify, AnimationEpic, Katie Ryan, Welp I'm Spooky, Rosanna Pansino, Or30, WolfyChu, SweetoToons, atsuover, Nicky Tate, Sr Pelo, VanillaHamHam, PedramDoesStuff, mashed, Ashley Nichols Art, Emirichu, GinjaNinjaOwO, ☆ShadowsFluffyChestFur☆, So Yummy, ThAt1!FnFfan, .ImSea, Knight, Sonrio the Hedgehog and king_dice3245 the hedgehog (YouTubers)

Robert Englund, Charles Martinet, Wendie Malick, Frank Welker, Keith David, Makiko Ohmoto, Kevin Michael Richardson, Clancy Brown, Jeffrey Combs, Tara Strong, Grey DeLisle, Michael Rosen Marty Grabstein, Jason Alexander, Mark Hamill, Greg Eagles, Mel Winkler, Tom Kenny, Joey D'Auria, Richard Horvitz, Lex Lang, Elsie Lovelock, Harry Hill, Susan Sheridan, Paul Schoeffler, Bill Nye, Justin Fletcher, Michael Jackson, Daft Punk, Marc Thompson, Brandon Rogers, Jonathan Freeman, Gilbert Gottfried and Brendan Blaber (Celebrities)

Wanda and Dark Laser (Fairly Oddparents)

Penny Ling (Littlest Pet Shop Series)

Sayori and Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Gabriel (Ultrakill)

Raiden (Metal Gear Rising)

Garfield and Odie (Garfield)

Sam and Max (Sam & Max)

Spot (Spot The Dog)

Woolly and Tig (Woolly and Tig)

Raiden, Sub Zero and Scorpion (Mortal Kombat)

Francis (Felidae)

Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Katz, Courage, Le Quack, Freaky Fred, Muriel Bagge, Computer, Bunny, Kitty and Black Puddle Queen (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Bubbles and HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Share Bear and Wish Bear (Care Bears)

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Komi Shouko, Najimi Osana, Komi Shuuko and Tadano Hitohito (Komi Can't Communicate)

Emily and Percy (Thomas the Tank Engine - Model)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Lost Silver and Strangled Red (Friday Night Funkin - Lullaby)

Misfortune (Little Misfortune)

Hypno (Pokémon and Friday Night Funkin - Lullaby)

Jigglypuff, Pikachu, Darkrai, Mew, Buneary, Celebi, Jirachi, Riolu, Lucario, Manaphy, Latios, Latias, Piplup, Dwebble, Diancie, Wynaut, Togepi, Zorua, Minccino, Cinccino, Pawmi, Axew, Emolga, Chikorita, Torchic, Cosmog, Pachirisu, Komala, Ralts, Mudkip, Eevee, Sylveon, Altaria, Swablu, Quaxly, Misdreavus, Gengar, Audino, Iris, Alice, Alicia and Bianca (Pokémon)

Wall-E, EVE and M-O (Wall-E)

Six (Little Nightmares)

Maleficent (Disney's Sleeping Beauty)

Jaq and Gus (Disney's Cinderella - 1990s)

Pomni, Ragatha, Gangle, Jax and Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

The Cat (Coraline)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

N and Cyn (Murder Drones)

Gizmo (Gremlins)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer Morningstar, Rosie, Fat Nuggets, Husk, Keekee, Emily, Zestial and Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Paimon, Collin, Queen Bee-Zlebub, Vortex, Octavia, Oliver and Loona (Helluva Boss)

Frost Queen Cookie, Clover Cookie and Espresso Cookie, Onion Cookie, Squid Ink Cookie, Cream Puff Cookie and Parfait Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie and Cherry Blossom Cookie (Cookie Run - Kingdom)

Scar and Lex Woods (Alien Vs Predator)

Giulia Marcovaldo and Luca Paguro (Luca)

Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado and Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer)

XR, NOS-4-A2, Zurg, and Ty Parsec (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, Mr Potato Head and Mrs Potato Head, Slinky Dog, Buttercup, Dolly, Trixie, Bonnie Anderson, Bunny and Ducky (Toy Story)

Little Green Men (Toy Story and Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

Peep (Peep and the Big Wide World)

Totoro (My Neighbour Totoro)

Goku, Chichi, Vegeta, Krillin, Beerus and Whis (Dragon Ball Z)

Master Crane and Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda)

Scarecrow (Arkhamverse, The New Batman Adventures, Batman The Animated Series, Nolanverse, Fear State, Brave and The Bold, Injustice 2, Happy Halloween Scooby Doo, Harley Quinn Series and Tomorrow-Verse)

Mad Hatter, Baby Doll, The Ventriloquist, Scarface, and Alice (Batman The Animated Series)

The Joker (Batman The Animated Series and The Batman 2004 Series)

Ragdoll, Catwoman, Penguin and Riddler (The Batman 2004 Series)

Harley Quinn (Harley Quinn Series, Injustice 2 and MultiVersus)

Ghoul (Batman Beyond)

Question and Huntress (Justice League Unlimited)

Scream Queen (Batman - Brave and The Bold)

Red Hood and Green Arrow (Injustice 2)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Jake, Mee Mow and Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Chikn Nuggit, Cheezborger, Slushi, Bezel and Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Dr Drakken (Kim Possible)

Elvira (Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Medic and Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Wheatley (Portal)

Peppino Spaghetti, The Noise, Vigilante and Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, Flurry Heart, Princess Celestia, Apple Bloom, Granny Smith, Thorax, Discord, Ocellus and Silverstream (My Little Pony)

Apple Blossom, Strawberry Kiss, Kooky Cookie, Spilt Milk, Milk Bud, Dum Mee Mee, Sippy Sips, Choc and Chip, Buncho Bananas, Jessicake, Donatina and Peppa Mint (Shopkins)

Mr Stitchy and Clowny (PIGGY)

Screech and Seek (DOORS)

Orange (RAINBOW FRIENDS)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Lambie (Doc McStuffins)

Fink, Shannon, Darrell, Professor Venomous, Lord Boxman and Red Action (O.K KO)

Pipsqueak and Grammy Norma (The Lorax)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street - Original)

Jason Voorhess and Pamela Voorhess (Friday The 13th - Original)

Michael Myers (Halloween - Original)

Leatherface/Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Original)

Chop Top Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2)

Needlem0use/Sarah Henderson and Luther (Needlem0use)

Anton (ANTONBLAST)

Filburt Shellbach, Rocko Rama and Spunky (Rocko's Modern Life)

Pops, Eileen and Hi-Five Ghost (Regular Show)

Mirabel Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal and Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee (Turning Red)

Abby Park (Turning Red)

Bluey Heeler, Bingo Heeler, Chilli Heeler, Bandit Heeler, Muffin Heeler, Socks Heeler, Brandy Heeler, Radley Heeler, Frisky, Calypso, Rusty, Lila and Pom Pom (Bluey)

Lilo Pelekai, Stitch, Angel and Pleakley (Lilo and Stitch)

Rebecca Rabbit, Emily Elephant, Zuzu Zebra, Zaza Zebra and Edmond Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Brandy and Mr Whiskers (Brandy and Mr Whiskers)

Big and Small (Big and Small)

Holly Thistle and Nanny Plum (Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom)

Mort, Gia, Melman, Stefano and Alex (Madagascar)

Skipper, Kowalski, Rico and Private (Madagascar and Penguins of Madagascar)

Corporal (Penguins of Madagascar)

Scratch, Molly McGee and Libby Stein-Torres (Ghost and Molly McGee)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Cyan Fitzgerald (Todd McFarlane's Spawn)

Hades (Disney's Hercules)

Jafar, Iago and Genie (Disney's Aladdin)

Nasira (Disney's Aladdin in Nasira's Revenge)

Horned King (The Black Cauldron)

Kissy Missy, Boogie Bot, Bunzo Bunny, Candy Cat, Hoppy Hopscotch and Dogday (Poppy Playtime)

Moon Knight and Mr Knight (Moon Knight)

Peni Parker (Spider Man - Into the Spider Verse)

Doctor Octopus, Vulture, Electro, Shocker, Tinkerer and Aunt May (Spectacular Spider Man)

Eddie Brock/Venom (Venom)

Baby Groot and Rocket Raccoon (MCU's Guardians of the Galaxy)

Jeffrey the Land Shark (It's Jeff)

Penny Proud, Oscar Proud and Suga Mama (The Proud Family)

Mike/Svetlana/Manitoba Smith/Mal, Zoey Izzy, Cameron, Jasmine and Chris McLean (Total Drama)

Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, Peridot, Rainbow Quartz, Greg and Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe)

Chiaki Nanami, Korekiyo Shinguji, Monokuma and Monomi/Usami (Danganronpa)

Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, Artemis, Luna and Diana (Sailor Moon)

Secret History Tails and Secret History Mario (Mashed)

Roy O'brien (ROY)

Loid Forger, Yor Forger, Anya Forger and Bond Forger (Spy X Family)

Pixie, Brutus, Lola and Hugo (Pixie and Brutus)

Felix and King Candy/Turbo (Wreck It Ralph)

Isabelle, Timmy Nook, Tommy Nook and Rover (Animal Crossing)

Gidget, Chloe and Daisy (Secret Life Of Pets)

Ember Lumen (Elemental)

Sun, Moon and Eclipse (Five Nights At Freddy's - Security Breach)

Foxy (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Funtime Freddy and Circus Baby (Five Nights At Freddy's - Sister Location)

Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Stan Pines and Ford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Eric Duckman and Cornfed Pig (Duckman)

Slender Man, Splendor Man, Trenderman, Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Sally and Lulu (Creepypasta)

Elmo, Cookie Monster, Big Bird and Julia (Sesame Street)

Ms Piggy, Swedish Chef and Gonzo (Muppets)

Bubble and Ice Cube (Battle For Dream Island)

Four, X, Six, Lollipop and Cake (Battle For BFB)

Winner, Price Tag, PDA and Conch Shell (The Power Of Two)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, MePad, Bow/Bot, Paper, Test Tube, Silver Spoon, Clover, Goo and Candle (Inanimate Insanity)

Tune (Object Mayhem)

Shelly (Brawl Of The Objects)

Brownie (Battle For Isle Of Sleep)

Orbulon, Ashley, Kat, Ana, 9-Volt and Penny Crygor (Warioware)

Wallace, Gromit and Feathers McGraw (Wallace and Gromit)

Wendolene Ramsbottom (Wallace and Gromit - A Close Shave)

Lady Tottington and Hutch (Wallace and Gromit - Curse of The Were-Rabbit)

Penny Fitzgerald (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Mettaton, Napstablook, Asriel and Alphys (Undertale)

Ralsei and Jevil (Deltarune)

Grizzly Bear, Panda Bear and Ice Bear (We Bare Bears and We Baby Bears)

Chloe Park (We Bare Bears)

Agent Trout (We Bare Bears Movie)

Jared (We Baby Bears)

Flaky, Flippy, Sniffles, Lammy and Cub (Happy Tree Friends)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Pasadena O'Possum, N-Gin, Lani-Loli, Kapuna-Wa and Crash Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

Ochaco Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Eijirou Kirishima, Tsuyu Asui, Hawks, Mirio Togata, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa, Ms Joke, Eri, Kota Izumi, Tomura Shigaraki, Toga Himiko, Dabi, Inko Midoriya, Ordinary Woman, Spinner and Tenya Ida (My Hero Academia)

Claire Foley (Professor Layton)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hanazuki, Kiyoshi, Yellow Hemka, Pink Hemka, Light Blue Hemka, Blue Hemka and Raspberry Hemka (Hanazuki)

Bugs Bunny, Tweety Bird and Marvin the Martian (Looney Tunes)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Flapjack (Misadventures of Flapjack)

Charles Calvin, Right Hand Man, Reginald Copperbottom, Dmitri Petrov and Ellie Rose (Henry Stickmin)

Mr Shark, Mrs Tarantula, Diane Foxington and Wolf (The Bad Guys)

Miraitowa and Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascots)

Bing Dwen Dwen and Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Mascots)

Meggy Spletzer, Tari, Melony, Karen, Axol and Mr Puzzles (SMG4)

Blackie (Nightmare Cafe)

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet and Clank)

EteleD/Henry Morris and Corrupted Mii/Austin Sanders (Wii Deleted You)

Connor and Hank Anderson (Detroit - Become Human)

Poppet, Luvli, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Roxy, Holga, Suey, Tomba, Kissy, Fifi, Marsha and Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Mama, Nastasia and Ichigo (Cooking Mama)

Yuto (Babysitting Mama)

Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden, Snork, Moominmamma, Moominpappa, Snufkin and Joxter (Moomin)

Komasan, Komajiro and Whisper (Yo-Kai Watch)

Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto and Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid and UTAU)

Tuffy and Tyke (Tom and Jerry)

Misty (Tom and Jerry Show - 2014)

Shaggy Rogers, Scooby Doo and Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)

Madelyn Dinkley (Scooby Doo! Abracadabra)

F, Y and P (Alphabet Lore)

Sammy Lawrence, Boris, Tom and Allison Angel (Bendy and The Ink Machine)

Bendy (Bendy and The Dark Revival)

Sulley, Mike Wazowski and Boo (Monsters Inc)

Puss in Boots, Kitty Softpaws and Perrito (Puss in Boots)

Three Diablos (Puss In Boots - The Three Diablos)

Jack Horner and Death Wolf (Puss In Boots - The Last Wish)

Toothless, Ruffnut Thornston, Tuffnut Thornston, Valka Haddock, Cloudjumper, Gobber, Hiccup Haddock III and Astrid Hofferson (How to Train Your Dragon)

Bender (Futurama)

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair (Wednesday)

Molly Horren, Milly Mandara and Chloe Ventura (Milly, Molly)

Major Dr Ghastly and General Skarr (Evil Con Carne)

Unikitty and Puppycorn (Unikitty)

Viridi (Kid Icarus - Uprising)

Scrooge McDuck (Ducktales)

Della Duck, Dewey Duck, Manny The Gargoyle and Lena Sabrewing (Ducktales – 2017)

David Jones, Zoe Kusama, Cathy Turner, Samuel King, Eduardo Ramirez, Amy Young, Maddie O'Malley, Charles Dupont, Sunny and Margaret Littlewood (Criminal Case)

Tutter (Bear in the Big Blue House)

Chowder and Mung Daal (Chowder)

Shaun (Shaun The Sheep)

Timmy (Shaun The Sheep and Timmy Time)

Mittens, Otus and Apricot (Timmy Time)

Jack Skellington, Sally, Zero and Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Emily (Corpse Bride)

Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa and Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Hank J Wimbleton, Tricky, Sanford, Deimos and Jebus (Madness Combat)

Happiness Hank (Happiness Apotheosis)

Kedamono and Popee (Popee the Perfomer)

Mama Imelda (Coco)

Frankie Stein, Dracalaura, Catty Noir, Abbey Bominable and Twyla (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter, Kitty Cheshire, Crystal Winter, Bunny Blanc and Lizzie Hearts (Ever After High)

Tessa, Mags, Eye Brawl, Dr Krankcase, Flynn and Hugo (Skylanders)

Bart Simpson, Maggie Simpson, June Bellamy, Krusty the Clown, Groundskeeper Willie, Sideshow Bob and Ned Flanders (The Simpsons)

Sebastian and Ursula (Disney's Little Mermaid)

Melody (Disney's Little Mermaid II - Return to the Sea)

Cruella De Vil and Lucky (Disney's 101 Dalmatians)

Mrs Brown (Mrs Brown's Boys)

Joe Swanson and Jasper (Family Guy)

Cleveland Brown (Family Guy and The Cleveland Show)

Tunip (Octonauts)

Chuck and Matilda (Angry Birds)

Leonard Mudbeard, Courtney, Zeta and Debbie (Angry Birds Movie)

Nikki, Max, Nerris, Ered and Gwen (Camp Camp)

Victor Creel and Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Skeletor and Orko (He-Man)

Margaret the Mole and Felix the Fish (Andy's Apple Farm)

Mushu (Disney's Mulan)

Iroh, Suki, Momo and Toph (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Cesaire, Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur (Miraculous Ladybug)

Evil Queen/Grimhilde, Dopey and Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Bjorn, Splork and Kat Tut (Peggle Deluxe)

Nigel Thornberry (Wild Thornberrys)

Quasimodo, Esmeralda, Claude Frollo, Clopin Trouillefou, Hugo, Victor and Laverne (Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Lumiere, Fifi and Chip (Disney's Beauty & The Beast)

Klaus (American Dad)

Pinocchio, Figaro, Honest John, Gideon and Geppetto (Disney's Pinocchio – 1940)

Winnie The Pooh, Tigger, Piglet and Eeyore (Winnie The Pooh)

Mog and Owl (Meg & Mog)

Captain Hook and Smee (Disney's Peter Pan)

Kronk, Yzma and Kuzco (Emperor's New Groove)

Trixie and Captain Cuddlepuss (Creature Comforts)

Wally Darling, Julie Joyful and Barnaby B Beagle (Welcome Home)

Rocky, Babs and Mrs Tweedy (Chicken Run)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Lucy Loud, Lynn Loud and Luan Loud (Loud House)

Rita and Spike (Flushed Away)

Nugget (Super Meat Boy Forever)

Om Nom, Om Nelle and Nibble Nom (Cut The Rope and Om Nom Stories)

Swampy and Allie (Where's My Water and Swampy's Underground Adventures)

Linus van Pelt and Woodstock (Peanuts)

Dory and Deb (Finding Nemo)

Destiny (Finding Dory)

Billy Bear, Bonnie Bear and Mr Pumpkin (Butlins Mascots)

Grogu and Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Wally/Waldo (Where's Wally - 1991 Series)

Mr Tumble and Granddad Tumble (Something Special)

Sackboy (Little Big Planet)

Vex (Sackboy - A Big Adventure)

Parappa and Sunny (Parappa The Rapper)

Danger Mouse and Penfold (Danger Mouse)

Baymax (Big Hero 6)

Otto, Antauri and Circus of Ooze Crew (Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go)

Sid, Manny, Granny and Peaches (Ice Age)

Arnold (Hey Arnold)

Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui)

Lucas (Lucas The Spider)

Marisa Kirisame (Touhou)

Noddy, Fuse, Naughticorns(Bling, Hoof and Cloppycorn), Pat Pat and Dinah Doll (Noddy)

Toto (Dr Panda)

Wander and Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder)

Alice Green, Tilly Green, Cricket Green and Bill Green (Big City Greens)

Ty The Tasmanian Tiger and Maurie (Ty the Tasmanian Tiger)

Larry the Cucumber (Veggitales)

Lady Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil - Village)

Norrie and Peggee (Hey Duggee)

Kratos (God Of War)

Tiana, Charlotte La Bouff and Dr Facilier (Princess and The Frog)

Berry, Dreamy, Lily, Petite and Daisy (Palace Pets)

Ms Featherbon (Palace Pets - Whisker Haven)

Simon and Fionna (Fionna and Cake)

Gordi and Maria (Unicorn Wars)

Zippy and Bungle (Rainbow)

Dougal (Magic Roundabout – 1970)

Benrey, Dr Coomer and Tommy (Half Life VR)

Shellsea (Fish Hooks)

Jude (6teen)

Susie and Kimi (Rugrats – 1991)

Jenny Wakeman (My Life as a Teenage Robot)

Skulker and Walker (Danny Phantom)

Zippy (TUFF Puppy)

Rango and Beans (Rango)

Calvin McMurray/Freckle and Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy)

Dee Dee (Dexter's Laboratory)

Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

Pugsley and Norma Khan (Dead End - Paranormal Park)

Stocking Anarchy (Panty and Stocking)

Ongo (Jelly Jamm)

Bubble (Fundamental Paper Education)

Darkwing Duck and Quackerjack (Darkwing Duck)

Snorky and Fleegle (The Banana Splits)

Fear, Anger and Sadness (Inside Out)

Anxiety and Embarrassment (Inside Out 2)

Naven Nuknuk and Zora Salazar (Epithet Erased)

Captain (Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists)

Astral (Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal)

Benrey and Tommy (Half Life VR)

Felix the Cat (Felix the Cat)

Kiff Timberlay (Kiff)

Vanity Smurf (The Smurfs)

Glendale (Centaurworld)

Bernie (Zig and Sharko)

Varian (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure)

Wubbzy and Daizy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy)

Fender Pinwheeler (Robots)

Joe Dalton (The Daltons)

Toaster (The Brave Little Toaster)

Hilda (Hilda)

Gizmo (Gremlins)

Cheshire (Alice In Wonderland - 2010)

Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service)

Dick Dastardly and Muttley (Wacky Races & Dastardly and Muttley in Their Flying Machines)

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