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[plague-of-rats]

HELLSCREEK IS MY FAVOURITE FIC ATM I ANXIOUSLY AWAIT EVERY NEW CHAPTER

@megahertzmaroon

I love these guys so much

[shrimplifies]

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it'll be rendered with your choice of a more limited palette or something more classically coloured, & priced at 80AUD. message/dm to claim!

[warrior-of-storms]

I drew people again :) Featuring baby Damian and little Rogue because I wanted to (also bc my sister told me to draw bby rogue and who am I to deny her?)

[thalliumvt]

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: 11 doodles of Umbrella Academy characters in a style imitating the webcomic Paranatural. Allison, Luther, Diego, Klaus, Viktor, and Lila are drawn as kids, approximately 12 yrs old. Ben is a similarly aged ghost. Hazel, Cha Cha, and the Handler are present as well, all looking vaguely villainous. Five is drawn to be maybe in his twenties. All of them have colorful smoke rising from them indicating the powers from Paranatural, except for Viktor and Lila, for whom the smoke is white. End ID.]

Look, a Paranatural au! I wish I had been hit by this muse in time for Masked Author/Artist, but alas it was not to be. If you've read Paranatural is you can probably guess.... basically everything there is to know about this au. If you haven't read Parantural, you should!! It's a wild ride! But also I rambled for a super long time about it under the cut

Everyone has cool spirit powers and can see the dead, so Klaus isn't special sorry Klaus. I'm making up for it by making him directly possessed by a spirit that gives him superpowers, instead of everyone else who has to use a possessed object to get superpowers. I didn't put a ton of thought into what Cool Accessory (possessed object) to give the kids so I could change that later, but for now Allison has a megaphone, Diego has a yo-yo, Viktor has his violin, and Luther doesn't have anything because his dad thinks he needs to learn to control spirit energy on his own. Klaus doesn't have any either because he's possessed directly. I adjusted the rules of Parantural slightly because [Paranatural spoilers!!] in the comic someone with white energy can connect with spirits whose energy is any color. Viktor's should absolutely be white by show rules, but that power set suits Lila a lot better. So in this au, the rules are adjusted so that white can only connect with white, and Lila's is actually colorless (IE, it only looks white now because the background is white). She can't bond with any one spirit for long, but she can bond with any of them for a short time.

Hazel, Cha Cha, Five kind of, and the Handler are all members of a version of Paranatural's Consortium, which I'm just going to call the Commission again because why not. As you may be able to guess, it's slightly more villainous in this au than the Consortium. I wanted AJ to be a high ranking member, but if I made him the Handler's spirit then we wouldn't get to see him ever, so I made him Five's. This was before I remembered that people possessed by spirits look more and more like their spirit over time so the fish head thing could still totally work, so I might revisit that. Hazel and Cha Cha's spirits look like thier masks, of course. I didn't spend much time on the mask/spirit redesign so they're not as fun and funky as I'd like, but they're still reasonable stand-ins. The Handler is this version of the Boss Leader because.... duh. If you've been keeping up with Parantural and are wondering about how That One Thing About Boss Leader translates... I haven't decided yet.

Five is the Mr. Spender of this au. He is possibly the least Mr. Spender-like character to ever exist, but look me in the eyes and tell me that acting as the teacher-supervisor of a club of unruly kids that can see ghosts who is secretly part of a nefarious (?) organization is not where he belongs.

I have a few more doodles of this waiting in the wings! Mostly of Five because I love him. But also if you have stuff you want to see, send it in. No promises I'll draw your suggestion, but the main obstacle between me and drawing more of this is not having concrete ideas for situations to put characters in

[pixlatedvampire]

it happened... i rewatched two towers finally...

part 2

[in-stitchesx]

I totally forgot to report on this when it happened but watching a tk scene during a 3D movie almost killed me instantaniously

I don't CARE if it was only like 40 seconds long that was LONG ENOUGH!!!!

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

It's times like these where he finds it's best to simply watch things from afar and see how a situation plays out as he enjoys a nice cool drink.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

they have the ENTIRE guard wrapped around their finger no wonder they are so insufferable

uncle j: hey buddy what’s--

blaine: THROW SPADER IN THE RIVER DO IT DO IT NOW

wizard guard 1: spader? what’d he do? blaine: CUZ HE FUCKING PUSHED ME THATS-- uncle j: language

uncle j: but, blaine, we can’t just throw spader in the river because you’re mad at him--

wizard guard 2: we can’t? uncle j: NO?!

uncle j: DO YOU DO ANYTHING BLAINE TELLS YOU TO??

wizard guard 2: yeah wizard guard 3: pretty much

[sigmadolos]

Hey everyone ! Long time no see. So, I'm going to be honest here, though it's not a surprise to anyone. This blog IS on hiatus. While I have a DEEP, DEEP love for Sigma still, I'm having a really hard time with the direction BSD has chosen to go, much in the same way I am with OnS. I really do want to keep writing him, I've poured YEARS into developing him. But I'm not sure how I'd go canon divergent per se in terms of reworking the canon. I may pop in from time to time to post colorings or edits I make, I know people like the fyoma/fyosig & decay trio edits I make. i also have written fanfics on ao3 . Maybe I'll be able to come back. I'll still periodically check in here if you want to send me questions, either as the mun or for Sigma to answer! Maybe I'll throw a prompt out here or there to see if I can get my writing back. Because I STILL adore Sigma to pieces, and if people ARE still interested in interacting with him, I'd love to do so. But it seems a lot of my mutuals have also left months ago ( except for a handful and to you i send all my love! most of you also follow my multimuse. ) So I'm trying to figure out what I want to do. While I've always loved all my blogs, this blog, Sigma, was sort of a happy space.

This all said, I want to say thank you to everyone. I hope this isn't my last goodbye, I hope I DO figure out what to do and how. Like I said, still planning to pop in now and then. But thank you to everyone, those who are still here and those who have left long ago. Thank you to the anons who surprise me, thank you to the personals who've sent questions and shared enthusiasm. Thank you to all my roleplayer partners, my silent observers, whoever you may be. Thank you for being on this blog and supporting me, whether you've been here since 2019 or just recently. All your love and support has meant the world. Thank you each and every one of you. And know the casino is always a welcoming place to you and Sigma is happy to ensure you a pleasant respite here from the world 💖.

[wyrmscockfortress]

filthy hierophant of the broken and the damned

[bennydwight]

Someone said that in season 2, Molly is just a diet Mabel and Scratch isn’t as much fun as he used to be due to him not hating everything anymore.

Well, excuse me, but if you don’t see that TGAMM is about Scratch GROWING and LEARNING, then you ain’t watching the show right lol.

Preach, anon. Some people just don't know how to have fun and watch a silly show anymore.

*Casually shoves pages of analyses and mounts of Scrangst art under the rug*

[the-crow-binary]

So, uh, what if Benedict got tattooed just like Isaac ? BY Isaac ? (yeah it's "isaac is a mentor to bb" au time baby)

Enjoy this very wholesome little text <3

~

"I finished the bone, sir."

Isaac smiled when he heard the voice of his pupil, but kept his eyes on the work he was doing: emptying a bat devil from his blood into a big bowl.

"Good. Just in time."

With a respect Benedict did not expect from him, the older one laid the now dead beast on a table, next to a few other corpses of the same creatures. It's been an hour since he had started to collect their blood, resulting in the death of every single one. But he didn't force it out of any of them... they died willingly, understanding why he needed their essence specifically. It was for a good cause.

"Come here, let me see."

The younger one ignored the eerie feeling building up in his chest and approached his mentor, handing to him the bone he had, per his instructions, sharpened one of the edges of. He stood silent as Isaac inspected it thoroughly, but his eyes were not on him. He gazed upon the pile of devil corpses, feeling pity and sadness for the poor things. He still wished his mentor had choose real ink to mark him... but it wouldn't have been as meaningful, according to him. Dracula's blood would've been ideal for the ritual, but since they couldn't have that, those bats' blood was the closest thing they had to it.

"It's perfect." his master smiled, getting the younger one's attention back. "You did a great job, i didn't expect any less from you, Benedict."

Pride was quick to fill his chest, as warmth rushed to his ears. Of course, after five years of intense training, his mentor couldn't have anything but high expectations of him. Expectations he was happy to say he lived up to.

But his excitement soon declined, when his master went to the old, rocky altar in the center of the room. He tapped on it, eyes locking with his, and Benedict immediately understood what he had to do.

So, it was time... he was finally going to shed away his name of Belmont, for good. Become a true Devil Forgemaster, Benedict, servant of Lord Dracula. Even if his mentor already saw him as such, the ritual they were about to begin was going to make it actually official.

Apprehension built in his heart, as he began to take his clothes off. He shouldn't feel so scared, he's the one who asked for it. He's the one who wanted to prove his devotion to the Night by forever making his body a part of it. He's the one who wanted to feel like he belonged, with and to Dracula. And Isaac was more than delighted to help him, to make him feel the extasy he felt himself. He knew he would be safe in his hands... Still. Why couldn't he relax ?

Benedict shuddered when the chilly wind hit his skin. He walked up to his mentor, and took place on the altar, laying on his stomach to give him full access to his back. The rock under him was so cold... but he quickly forgot about that when he felt light fingers pushing his hair aside, then caressing his spine from his nape to his hips. It went back up, exploring his shoulder blades, and Benedict could not help but sigh and shiver under the touch.

"Beautiful... this is the result of five years of training under my mentorship."

The brunet looked at his master from the side of his eyes. Hopefully, his hair was covering the redness he could feel on his cheeks, and the tears that were threatening to come out.

No one. No one had ever sound more proud of him than his mentor did at that very moment.

"I wonder if this is how Lord Dracula felt when he... well, nevermind."

Isaac left his student's side, only to retrieve the giant bowl filled with black blood, and put it on the altar next to his boy. He dipped the sharp tip of the bone in it, then held it above his pupil's back.

"Let us begin."

~

Benedict knew it was going to hurt. He told him so, they had discussed the whole ritual beforehand. And yet, when the sharp bone hit his skin for the first time, Isaac could tell he held back a cry. He couldn't blame him, he, too, had been there. Nonetheless, he was sure Benedict was going to remember this moment quite fondly, one day. Just like he learned to. But soon, the young forgemaster could no longer hold his whimpers. Holding onto the altar, gasping for breath, quietly moaning in pain. Still, he didn't move, trusting his mentor completely... and Isaac felt a sting in his heart.

"Good boy..." he could not help but whisper. His mentee's body seemed to relax for a second, before tensing again when the next strike of the bone hit him. "You're doing great, kitten..."

Benedict inhaled deeply, in an attempt to calm himself down. But every place the bloodied thing had touch felt like fire in his skin, he could barely stand it. "It hurts....!" he whimpered. "Sir Isaac...!"

"I know. Cry as much as you want." The bone penetrated the smooth skin, hitting a sensitive spot that almost made the boy scream. "It's good if you do. Let it all out... make place in your chest for our Lord, to welcome and accept Him completely as a part of you."

Benedict clenched his fist, cursing himself. He thought he could take everything his mentor would give him, he thought he was strong, that he had suffered enough for the ritual to be... easy. But he was oh so wrong. Every movement of the bone proved it to him. Every drop of burning cold blood penetrating his skin made him wish he hadn't ask for this. Still, he couldn't ask for it to stop. It would be the same as betraying his mentor, and all they stand for... and the thought was worse to him than any pain he's currently going through. Slowly, he turned his head, teary eyes searching for his mentor's. If they met eyes, maybe it would make him feel better. All he wanted was to feel some kind of comfort... but he was denied that wish, as a pale hand soon covered his vision.

"Don't." Isaac ordered. "Close your eyes. Look elsewhere. But do not look at me while I work." The tone was harsh. But the result was there, when a broken voice responded with a soft "yes, sir...". Carefully, Isaac took his hand off, only relaxing when he could see Benedict's eyes, closed as he demanded.

"Good boy." He praised. Yes, it was good... that way, maybe his chest will feel less heavy. That way, he can concentrate on his work, not to be disturbed by his mentee's pleading gaze.

~

It took Isaac almost two hours to complete the Devil Forgemaster's crest on Benedict's back, followed by another hour to tattoo him from his chest to his hips. By the time it was done, the boy was a mess, to say the least. A shaking, exhausted mess, barely capable of any moans. His face was turned on the opposite direction from his mentor, covered with his hair, leaving the older one guessing about how his expression looked like.

Softly, Isaac ran a few fingers on his newest creation. He could not help but smile a bit when he felt the skin shivering under his touch.

"You've been perfect, kitten." he whispered, bending down to his student's ear, his hand still caressing the ravaged skin. "The worse has passed, but it's not quite over yet... stand up, now."

Seeing the state his pupil, struggling to obey, Isaac slipped one hand beneath him, taking one of Benedict's with the other, and helped him sit up. The movement made his hair fall down from his face, allowing the mentor so see cheeks, wetted by tears and sweat, and his eyes... still closed. Not once had he open them in three hours. Isaac couldn't help but feel a bit proud of his obedience. Unable to stay straight, Benedict laid his head against his mentor's chest, breathing deeply. Isaac did not protest, instead, he began caressing his hair, and placed a few strands behind his ear. It was the least he could do... the boy deserved a little break after such a long, painful session. It only dawned on him now how much Dracula's bite helped him during his own ritual.

"Don't fall asleep just now." he murmured. "The night's not over..."

A little mumbling responded to him, but he didn't bother trying to translate. Soon enough, Benedict found the strenght to leave the warmth of his master's skin and straighten up. A hand cupped one of his cheek as he felt lips on his other, making his whole face and ears burn for a different reason than his tattoos were.

"A good boy deserves a reward." His mentor's suave voice whispered. "Don't you agree ?" Benedict nodded, his heart beating faster than it ever did. How he wish he could open his eyes and see his expression right now... He felt hands on his arm, and instinctively followed their lead, slowly raising his arm.

"Now, let's finish what we started..."

~

Benedict's whole body was burning, anormally so. Devils' blood were not meant to be inside a human, had it been Dracula's, it would've been the same. Isaac knows, it took him a few days to recover... or maybe it was weeks ? Well. No matter the time it took, at least, he could move during it.

But Benedict couldn't. It was to the point of almost falling down the altar. Isaac did not have any other choice than to take him in his arms, holding him as he whimpers apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I'm..." the boy sobbed. "I try to be strong- I thought I'd be- Lord you must be so disappointed in me...!"

"Shhh now, kitten." He respond softly. "It's alright."

"It just hurt so much...!"

"I know, I know..."

His pupils pressed his face against his chest, and Isaac could feel warm tears falling down his skin. It wasn't normal. He wasn't supposed to be in such pain. The ritual wasn't supposed to end with him holding his shaking mentee's body as he sit him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. And yet, there they were, cries of pain breaking the heart he thought dead. And it only seemed to get worse by the second. What was happening to him ? He did everything right, he knew he did. All the way up to tending to him after the ritual.

"Sir Isaac, please...! Please help me !"

Though he cried his name, the boy didn't even look at him. He kept his eyes closed, and finally, Isaac realised he never allowed him to open them again. Not knowing what else to do, he took the younger's face in his hands, and ordered.

"Open your eyes, Benedict."

"I..."

"Open them. Look at me. I'm here."

Just like he thought, his pupil could not go against a direct order. Even through the pain and and tears, Benedict obeyed. But the moment he did, when those bright blue eyes met with his yellow gaze... Isaac realised what he did wrong. Suddenly, everything made sense. And he wished it never did.

"Oh... Oh no, Benedict..."

How could he be so stupid ? How could he overlook such an important detail ? How could he forget ?

"Sir...?"

And most importantly, how was he going to tell him ?

"...It's not your fault, Benedict."

Without a better plan, he hugged his protégé, shame and anger rising in his chest.

Denying the Belmont name is useless, in the end, for the holiness in his blood will forever follow him. Never to let him belong.

"You did nothing wrong. I'm glad to have you as my pupil."

Tears of a different kind rised in Benedict's eyes, as he squeeze his mentor with all the strenght he got left. He still didn't understand what was happening to him. But at least, he knew... he wasn't alone.

[feelin-frazzled]

scream 6 would've been better if mindy had died + if her death had directly paralleled randy's sorry

[padfootastic]

Hey look, this is coming from someone who’s confused and wants your opinion, so I’m sorry if this comes off rudely to you (I truely don’t intend it too)

Why do you support Snape even if he did what he did in the books? He’s a thirty year old man who made the boy who has flashbacks to his parents being tortured to the point where he didn’t recognise him, Snape made himself, Neville’s worst fear and we see proof of this is Prisoner of Azkaban. Yet that’s ok because Snape was bullied as a kid???

I just don’t understand and would greatly appreciate the reasoning. Again im sorry if this came off rude

i—think u might have sent this to the wrong person, anon?

i mean, i don’t like this word support (bc this is a fictional character) but i don’t really like snape, no. i’ve grown a bit to the point i’m not exactly anti-snape like i used to be, but i’m also not a fan of him so uh, yeah, no justifications here.

that being said—i will make a case for snape fans here in that sometimes u like characters not because they’re good or righteous or just, but because they’re interesting. or hot. or tragic. anything that evokes a serious emotion in u is fair game imo. it’s like, i can admit james was an asshole (and only now lol; a few years ago i refused to even acknowledge it) but still super like him, yeah? there’s also the fact that so many people might relate to snape for a number of reasons, and that makes them so,,,snape love-y yknwim?

[harmcityherald]

thanksgiving left over breakfast bowl of champions