#made these cuz i couldnt find any of him :(

[d34dpulse]

i can feel my brain rotting

[sea-buns]

Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous about Gorgug this season. It's just that the last Zac Oyama pc was Colin Provolone, who was arguably one of his greatest D20 performances, if not the greatest.

Zac always does great with every pc he plays, but Colin was something else. He came out swinging with actions and words that were teeming with unspoken emotional baggage. The way Colin's presence affected the other pcs; there was this level of depth that I don't think I've seen in any of his other characters. It was understated and quiet in that signature "just a guy" way that he tends to be, while still captivating everyone instantly with just how raw it was.

Not to say we haven't seen emotional depth in Gorgug. It's just that, compared to the other Bad Kids, Gorgug's journey and progression as a character has been very... impersonal? Like, yes, he found his birth parents, and he found friends who appreciate him, and he faced his insecurities about his intelligence, and he navigated relationship troubles, and his trial through the claustrophobic bug-tunnels was a horrifically-uncanny parallel to how he's spent his entire life trying to make himself as small as possible.

But how much of that has actually changed him from the Gorgug we started with? I would agree that he's definitely happier with his life, given all the loving and supportive people that have been added to it when it used to be just him and his parents. And he's certainly grown into himself and become more self-assured in his abilities, even if he's still, and always will be, our anxious little guy. And there's nothing wrong with that. I've always liked how Gorgug was a representation of all the little things. The subtle acts and kindnesses that don't seem like much to most, but to some are everything.

We don't need another Bad Kid living in fear that their mouth could be shit-in at any moment. We've already got one-too-many.

All that being said, I just feel like Gorgug's personal story beats are much easier to sweep under the rug than everyone else's. He has the same soft and understated quality that Colin held, but they lack that extra oomph that pushed Colin over the edge from being just another guy in a series of dudes, to a character that the vast majority of us could not get out of our heads. He took someone who was anxious and softspoken, who ultimately never wanted to be violent— someone who is remarkably similar to Gorgug in many ways— and maintained that demeanor and core in Colin's character while still hitting us in the feels with character development at max velocity at every turn.

I think Zac gets better and better at this with every season that goes by. With each new character, there is always something that leaves me stunned in awe. And it's been, what, three? Four years since we last saw Gorgug?

I'm just,,, I'm cautiously optimistic but also going into a bit of a worry about what violence this man may inflict upon us

[aria0fgold]

The amount of pain and agony and suffering and struggles that this side-view head of Cain subjected me to is so insane I began contemplating my life choices up to this point in time but finally... FINALLY I'M DONE WITH HIM GOODNESS GRACIOUS THAT WAS PAINFUL!

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

ASL brothers HAIKYUU!! AU!!!!!

Day one of Self Indulgent month for me! I love these three, i love haikyuu, i love killer whales!

(The Naval Academy is this au’s version of marines)

For those who dont know, in Haikyuu (and prob in real life too but in my experience its not as important as they make it in the anime) The "Ace" of the team is the person who primarily scores points via spiking. Theyre the Hard Hitter, basically.

Design talk👇

Originally, i was gonna make their school mascot just "The Pirates" but i couldnt figure out a clever pun with the school name so i scrapped it in favor of an animal mascot. I figured I would have a wider range of puns that way.

I landed on Orcas as the mascot because I think they really embody a pirate way of life. Theyre strong, hang out in groups of a mix of found family and their actual family, hate the rich, and theyre fun loving! And also im a bit biased because theyre my favorite animal, but hey, i said its self indulgent month, didnt I?

Their school name is a play on the word for Killer Whale (Shachi シャチ) and the word for 'knowledge' (Chishiki 知識), i just smashed the two words together. I'm very proud of myself for coming up with that given i dont speak japanese at all.

Anyway, with their designs, I was taking inspiration from orcas to match the design themes of haikyuu. Ace's hair is bleached on the underside to look like the underside of an orca's body, I made ace and sabo's eyes look more whale-like, the clip in sabo's hair is meant to resemble to spots behind orca's eyes, and I tried to make luffy's hair look more like it's round and spiking down more than i usually do.

Ace is wearing a ''way of the ace" shirt in the first picture, Luffy is wearing a shirt that just says "VOLLEY BALL" because i think it would be funny if he wore a bunch of those Zero-context-poorly-translated-random-english-words shirts that theres a bunch of in Asia. Sabo dyes his hair like delinquents do, but it doesnt much look delinquent~y because of how soft it looks. He means to do it to make him look like a delinquent though. Sabo still has his scars in this au, but he uses his hair, arm braces, and leg braces to cover them up. LUFFY AND ACE HAVE FUNKY SOCKS BECAUSE NO ONE CAN TELL THEM (or me) THEY CANT. Sabo wears athletic socks though because he's a debbie downer. He defends himself saying “It’s practical” and Ace and luffy call him “practically a Debbie Downer.”

Luffy is very good at receiving from growing up with Sabo and Ace practicing setting and spiking with eachother and assigning Luffy as Ball Boy. So he got the libero position from that cuz sabo and ace put in a good word for him. Nepotism.

I didn't feel like coming up with designs for them, but Zoro and Bepo are also on their team (theyre in the fifth image sitting on the right of the line of students). Koala and nami are student managers, Robin is the teacher manager, and Franky is the coach. all other straw hats/luffy friends, rev army comrades, and whitebeard brethren are in the stands. Im trying to keep the ages consistent with how they are in canon.

I didnt do a very in depth research, but i couldnt find what Japanese schools have as mascot costumes. and given no one wears any costumes in haikyuu for their team, i can kind of assume they dont use them over there. But unfortunately for them, I'm American. And part of the backbone of our schooling system, is Vaguely Unsettling Mascot Costumes. My sister says my design for it looks like its from Club Penguin, and i find that delightful. [moment of silence for my billions of fallen Puffles, taken from me in The Shutdown] Anyway.

I thought I was clever coming up with the equivalent of the Marines in this au being a Naval Academy. And their mascot being Seals, famously the animal that gets the absolute Worst Of It from orcas. Get shit onnnnn

I believe thats about it, thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Bl00d k1nk remmick or just remmick headcanoans

Remmick x male reader 

Ficlet 

I dont really know much about the history, but I can still horn it up. What is reader? No idea. 

I tried to leave it vague where and when this takes place, but readers mother at least had knowledge about some Irish folklore, like the Fear Gorta.  

Imagine Remmick kinda looks like that fetus voldemort thing in the beginning of this. 

not proofread, cuz i couldnt be bothered.

TW for blood, gore, etc.

Maybe living alone hadn't been your best idea, but you had never had much of a choice. No family, and nobody was gonna take someone like you in. Born out of wedlock, to a mother who prayed to gods the “right folk” shunned, and a father who had not even been baptized. In the eyes of everyone you were as bad as any demon. 

Maybe they were right about the devil, of being hunted and lost, losing it all to a being who would only play with you before it took your soul. Your father died because of his greed, and your mother because the townspeople feared her, even after using her to cure their sicknesses for years. 

Whatever it was, devil or not, you could somehow run your little farm all on your own. Not that anybody would work for you in the first place, but it was enough. Your mother had always warned you about spirits, about the undead. Like the fae, or the Fear Gorta. 

Perhaps that was why you helped him when you first saw him. You had always been told that the Fear Gorta appeared in the shape of a starved man, stumbling along, whimpering for any help it could get. And that not helping it would cause bad luck for a long time to come. 

You had never believed much in your mother's beliefs and magic, mainly learning her herbology to use it yourself. But this felt real, the same way it had felt real when you saw them kill her. 

He looked burnt, like the piece of meat you had left on the fire for too long, because one of your goats had gotten stuck in the fence that one time. Gaunt too, like somebody who hadn't eaten for a very long time. 

“Please, stranger” rasped the figure, one you were still half convinced was a spirit of some kind. But if he wasn't a spirit, and just an unfortunate soul, then it was still your duty to help him. 

“Come on, I live not long from here” you had said, going as far as to pull your coat off your shoulders to drape of his blistered skin as you helped him up into your buggy. It was night, he must have been freezing, which made you hurry up as you pulled the wagon up the old dirt road. 

The air felt heavy, like something was pressing on your very soul as your small home grew closer. Your beloved farm dogs barking up a storm. Normally they would quiet down when they noticed it was you, but tonight they kept up their howling, sounding more and more distressed. 

“Don't mind em, they just don't like strangers. Last time other folk came here it was to try and burn it down” you half joke, glancing back at the maybe man, maybe spirit. Finally, you could see his eyes, and they made something heavy run down your spine, like thick cold molasses. 

Your skin felt cold and clammy as you parked the wagon near your front door, but for some reason you kept going. Kept moving as you unlocked it, almost carried the man inside and placed him in your rocking chair near the few kindles left from earlier, kept moving as you lifted supplies inside. 

The entire time you spoke, talking about this and that, about the farm, nature, the creek you had discovered nearby when you were a child that somehow always had fish, even during winter.  

When everything was put into place, you had wanted to find something to eat or even drink for your silent visitor. It was then that you realized how quiet it was, had he already died? On the way here, he had at least wheezed every now and then, but now it was quiet. 

“Mister?” you softly ask as you step closer, feeling your heart clench. At least you got to give him a warm place to finally let go, that must have been enough, right? You should have wrapped him in the wool skin you kept, so he could have been warm before finally letting himself rest. 

Had your mother been alive, then she would have beat you bloody for even allowing something like this inside your home. But she was long gone, there had barely been anything left to bury back then. 

Your hand was just about to rest on this scrawny man? Beings? Shoulder, when he moved. The yell couldn't even leave your lungs before something clamped down on your neck, a terrible burn spreading through your entire being as your back slammed against the floor. 

It felt like being stabbed, because of course you knew what that felt like. Your hands felt useless even as you clawed, punch and yelled, your voice gurgling as you tasted blood. 

Maybe it was delusion or blood-loss as you felt your vision swim and darken, but you swore you saw the scrawny man's body start growing, thick muscles cording across his being and hair bursting from his almost bald scalp.  

Was... was he moaning? Were those claws he was licking? Coiling his too long tongue around his own fingers to suck up your life essence as he audibly panted like a hound. 

“aint you the most delicious thing I've ever tasted” he moaned, voice rough and otherworldly, eyes like those of an animal when caught in the light. What was this? Why weren't you dead? 

There was a chunk missing from your throat, one this thing had swallowed as he slurped and lapped at your pulsing jugular vein. One he had punched a hole through with his sharp teeth like cloth caught on barbed wire. 

But you weren't dead, even as you felt your back soaking through with your own blood. Even as whatever this was rutted his naked body against you like an animal in heat. 

“Like ambrosia itself. Where did you come from, my dear?” he moaned in your ear, voice rolling like a bubbling lake, or perhaps rather a rolling pot of oil, one you were about to be thrown into. 

“Seems you were made just for me” he almost giggled, his rutting speeding up as he ground his cock against your blood-soaked slacks. You could barely see, but your heart kept racing, gushing blood from your neck with uneven spurts, each audible splatter making your attacker whiner and moan as he slobbered it all up. 

At some point he growled, something so inhuman that you shivered, gurgling through your own blood as it poured from your mouth. You barely noticed the splatter of his own essence that he spilled all over your front, as the being sank his teeth into the other side of your neck, tearing into it like a starved man. 

“I claim you. You have given yourself to no other idol, so now you are mine” he whispered, lips brushing against your ear.  

It was hard to focus as his lips pushed against your own, his blood-soaked tongue slithering into your mouth to lap up the pool of blood gathering there. There was some sick part of your brain that found this arousing, enough to make your eyes flutter for just a moment. 

“Yes... just for me” he huffed, even though you had a feeling he had no need to breathe. 

The world spun as he finally pulled back, strings of blood and drool hanging from his mouth and your wounds, his grin like a fox that had just devoured the most delicious of chickens. As he stood above you, his naked body soaked in blood, your blood, some part of you twitched with a heated feeling you couldn't identify. 

“Rest now. I will return, don't you worry” was purred, the words melting together into one muffled tone, as your eyes finally rolled all the way back, a part of you certain you would die, punished for helping a stranger. 

Only for your eyes to snap back open, blinded by the sun shining in through the windows, the whining and barking of your farm dogs at the door.  

Your neck didn't hurt, had it all been a dream? A nightmare? Some erotic fantasy from the depths of your mind? 

Thats what you thought, until you sat up, your entire body sticking to the floor. When you looked beneath you, it was all coated in blood, there was so much it must have been enough for two or three people. 

Scrambling to your feet, you stumbled towards the one tiny mirror you owned, hands flying to your neck. No wounds, as if nothing had happened. If not for the blood, you might have thought it all a fantasy. 

You didnt burn as you opened the front door, letting the bright rays of the sun wash upon you. What were you? No human should bleed that much, or survive for so long? What had been the thing that tore into you like that? Had rutted against you and moaned like it had been paid for it. 

Remmick, something in the back of your mind whispered. Remmick, Remmick, it repeated.  

A cold shiver ran down your spine as your eyes turned towards your cellar doors, an underground cellar your father had once dug. The lock was broken on the ground, splatters of blood leading towards it.  

Your heart lurched, but there was something else inside you. Something hot, hungry, burning in your gut as blood rushed south. “Remmick...” you mumble, voice scratchy and dry.  

Maybe you should dig up your mothers' old books and notes, but you would have to go into the cellar for that. Maybe your new guest could help you look for them. 

[moonshynecybin]

idk how to formulate this exactly but i don't think that marc was under much pressure from his parents, at least not financially. you have to remember that 1) from 2002(when marc was 9) two brothers became his sponsors and basically paid for everything that concerned racing(helmet, all the equipment, entry fees i imagine). i do think he was under so much pressure to perform and fullfil their expectations and 2) his father(idk about his mother) was still working in marc's first years in the championship(i'm not sure until when but definitely in 2008 and 2009, as marc was traveling alone with emilio). i saw some people say that 'his family depended on him since he was 15' but i don't think that's true, firstly bc his father(parents?) was still working and i don't think marc made that much(he said that he basically did first 3 season for nothing and only made real money in moto 2)

first off i didnt know some of this stuff about emilio/his sponsorship stuff, so thanks for sharing its good food for thought in this arena and lends some nuance to the situation. sick. i AMMMM going to defend at least part of my interpretation here bc i yam who i yam, but in short i think there is a pretty undeniable financial insecurity (or at least AWARENESS of financial insecurity) through marc's childhood, that i decided using my own god given right to use armchair psychology on athletes had an impact on him! i agree with you that marc's parents didnt put any pressure on him-- everyone freely admits that, like i dont think it was a thing where roser and julia sat him down and said 'you are our only shot' or anything:

BUT at the same time, theyve also all been very candid about being blue collar workers in a sport that is pretty expensive, especially when marc and alex were younger: (x) (x)

i will also admit that i couldnt find a source for them losing their jobs in the 2008 financial crisis-- i think i read that on tumblr a long time ago and assimilated it into my brain so shame on me if its wrong cuz i looked pretty hard lol... but i WILL say that even if marc was never pressured by his parents, and even if he had a lot of his costs as a teen covered by sponsors, i dont think that excludes the crux of my initial argument from being a possibility: that marc was aware of his family's less than ironclad financial status and that it may have helped motivate him to succeed in a specific way that fed into his baseline i-cried-everytime-i-lost-as-a-child-tendencies. like im not saying its his sole motivator (god no. hes organically insane) or this deep wound he carries inside of himself, more something that informs how hes moved through his career (defending his move to andorra in the thick of the tax scandal thing by saying hes a young athlete who doesnt know how long his career will last which kind of implies he wants to pay less taxes to keep his money that he earned, and not getting a sportscar or flashing a lot of his money all the time both come to mind-- granted there are other marc personality factors at play here, but i dont think it hurts my argument lol). like growing up without much money kinda sticks with you. is all i was saying. like its literally a reason julia gives for why his kids are so obsessed with each other to this day. which i think is INTERESTING IS ALLLL

[bluepandastarfish]

CaitVi x reader angst 4

ooo maybe some fluff, i mean not really fluff but like- its better the the depression we had before ig

warnings: brothel mention, headstrong caitlyn, depression maybe, spelling mistakes

part 1, part 2, part 3

It was loud outside, louder than the bedroom had been. Caitlyn had brought you to the garden today and, despite your lack of enthusiasm, you didn't protest when she washed and dressed you herself. Maybe it was because you'd never seen caitlyn look after another person in this way, not in all the years you knew her. The only comparable moment would be when she followed jayce like a puppy when you were all younger, doing all the tasks he needed without question in an attempt to get his attention. You’d been jealous then, still were when you thought about it a little too long. 

It had been a lot simpler back then even if Caitlyn never noticed you, you had your group of friends who stood together against the tiny obstacles in your way. And then Jayce and Caitlyn had to stop talking for a while and everything went to shit. You wanted to support Jayce but with Caitlyn trying to get over him she wanted more attention then normal, it was when you crossed the bridge to find some peace that you’d met-

“Vi” Caitlyn paused, sipping from her tea cup and avoiding your gaze in favour of looking at the petals in the wind. “How was she- was she ok?” 

It wasnt that you couldnt find the energy to respond anymore, caitlyn had smashed that barrier somehow with only three words, but the petty part inside you thought she didn't deserve an answer. And of course, she noticed. 

“Ok” she whispered, taking the initiative to divy two teaspoons of sugar into your own tea since you made no effort to move since she had guided you to sit down. “Can I ask about how you met? She mentioned she’d seen you before, in the undercity?” 

Vi had mentioned that, tried to start a conversation between the three of you one evening while Caitlyn was tense with drawing up plans to use the ventilation as a weapon. She hadn’t bothered to engage as she ignored the both of you. 

But instead of giving into your demons again, you told her. 

“I was stupid at the time, running away was stupid” using the word stupid twice to describe your actions made you feel… well, stupid. But at least you were feeling something. “I ran off once I got home from our little tea party when you tried to kiss me.” 

It was a strange story to tell, Caitlyn had only done it because she missed jayce, that's what you firmly believed until years later when she confessed her attraction to you. After you'd come back home the next day neither of you spoke about it again. You didn't look up to see caitlyn reaction to your words, but if you had you've noticed the way she flinched slightly at the memory. 

“I went across the bridge, into the undercity- not that far mind you. But i got scared at some point. Maybe i’d passed a brothel or-or a fight? Fuck i cant remember now.” you blinked sluggishly and looked over to the side, recalling the events in your mind. “Then she was there, and she looked just as freaked out as I was, but I'm pretty sure that's just ‘cuz she didn’t know what to do with me. 

“I was panicking, I couldn't find my way back and all the streets were the same. There was shouting and it was so loud.” without realising it your face became tense, your posture shrinking in on itself. “People were shouting but i didn’t know from where and and i couldn't-” 

You paused, eyes wide and your breathing caught. Caitlyn had reached her hand across the small table and grabbed your hand softly, offering a silent comfort. You took a breath before continuing. 

“She told me her name, said she could tell I was from topside, and asked what I was doing down there. ‘You run away from your palace princess?’” that pulled a smile from you just as  it had then. She walked you back to the bridge, rushing a bit like she had somewhere to be but it didn't make her any less aware of your state. Then when you got to the crossing she asked if you'd be ok and sent you on your way with a flat smile. 

The two of you were silent again now, but it didn't feel horrible or cold or lost silence like before, it was comfortable and safe. With her thumb stroking across your knuckles Caitlyn spoke again. 

“I'm gonna find her, I'm going to bring her back to us. I just need a little time-” she cut herself off when you suddenly made eye contact with her, the first time in nearly a month she’d seen your eyes, and it was harrowing. The way your cheeks had sunken from neglecting yourself and your eyes were plagued by bags that looked like bruising. And somehow the glare on your face was still shining through, something in it reminded her of her mother. Even if it was wrong to admit that the woman she loved reminded her of her mum, she felt tears tease the corners of her eyes when she imagined how her mother would react to the situation she’d created. Glaring harsher than you were, her mouth twitching into a sneer as she reprimanded caitlyn and instruct she solve the mess she’d caused while she was gone. 

But her mother wouldn't come back to do that, she would never glare at her or reprimand her again. So caitlyn couldn't find the ability to regret what she was insinuating when you glared, it was something that needed to be done. “Once I have jinx, once she’s in stillwater and I know she can't hurt anyone else, I'm going to go to Violet and beg for her on my knees.”

She let go of your hand, ignoring the small involuntary noise of protest that left you, and sank into her knees to the left of you. She looked ashamed, she looked helpless, and somehow she looked like a worshiper. She gripped both your hands into your lap and stared up at you with wide eyes and a frown. 

“I'll bring her back here no matter what it takes, and when she is back don't you think she’ll want you to have taken care of yourself?” 

You couldn’t tell if she was being genuine anymore or if this was some kind of manipulation tactic to make you look after yourself, in your mind now it didn’t matter because she is promising to bring your flower home to you. 

But now you left guilt inside instead of rage, because you didn’t have the heart to tell Caitlyn that Vi had screamed that she wanted nothing to do with either of you. But you could let the fantasy play out for the both of you for a while, you had little hope that caitlyn would change eno anyway, long gone was the girl who’d tried to kiss you at her tea party. 

You smiled down at her, not in a way that fixed any of the past weeks, but a promise that you too had hope for the future. 

Your dream tonight would be a tad more believable than the others had been , you thought.

part 5 

[disheveledapathy]

Razor and Cheated my platonic power couple. i love them theyre best friends and they hate each other its great

Cheated:

Avian - Wings have been chopped so he cant fly, not that he probably could have since his wings woulda prolly been too small to do so

He/they/she - genders a crock of shit anyway, might as well make the most of it

Crazy durable and stamina, all of this is balanced by bouts of chronic pain that ebbs and wanes from his chopped wings. shes taught some good pain management by mortal denizens of the new world they find themselves in

speaking of, razor and cheated were the first to meet other people (besides cold but i dont know if you can count a old man cold didnt talk to) A caravan helps them out when razor convinces them to help Cheated when theyre having extreme pain. the two travel w them for a while before breaking off to find the others

at first wants nothing to do w razor, she had done nothing but kick his ass in the construct and is constantly being unsettling to him. they ditch her and get abt a day before he is attacked by animal and needs her help. hes surprised by her reaction to him leaving and decides mb it would be best to keep her around... and shes not soooo bad... some times its fun

calls her ray which it finds that adorable so it allows him

she also becomes talented at parkour after they both meet up w some of the others to make up for his inability to fly

Razor "Ray"

What is know by mortal denizens as an "Abomination" - a manifestation of deceit and violence. they usually look like people just enough for a person to get close before devolving into some kind of weaponized monstrosity, somwthing made of blades or projectiles or blunt force weapons. they cant talk and dont have any sentience beyond seeking out and hurting people. Razor is another special case. Definitely freaks people out over how life like she is

Blade summon - when she summons or becomes blades she doesnt bleed, instead its slate colored skin splits open to reveal red fleshy bits that are for the most part dry. the bits that hang will wilt off and the blade or blades will meld into her body again. She has the most control over her powers next to Prism

She/It - She doesnt really care but since cheated told it that they call her the Razor which is an object she thinks its a little fitting that she might be less of a person

her person hood is complicated, so her feelings towards others are also complicated. She knows that it wants cheated to stay around her but she doesnt really feel like keeping him safe all that much. or anyone safe. it does feel a bit jealous when other people try to hurt him cuz "hey thats my job"

shortly after they get out the well, cheated manages to ditch her. this is when she starts to realize, she fucking hates being alone. in the contruct its always been the two of them, it never cared abt leaving because she didnt need anything else. it had him and they had her and she had so much fun. and then cheated left. and for the first time ever in her one track mind she was scared . she went after him. tracked them and saw him get attacked by an animal and just acted first. it killed the creature and held their hand and demanded they not leave her again. it couldnt cry as an abominayion but she certainly felt like it. cheated realized there was more to her than before and agreed

of their travels cheated and her do become friends and there is some attraction there both ways, however razor doesnt really feel drawn to a romantic or overlly serious relationship (can u tell im making her aromantic? yes? good?) cheated respects it

also she calls cheated variations on his name like "chet" "cheddars" "checkers" etc cuz it both annoys them and because giving people knicknames is fun

her fave color is also pink!

Cheated and Razor playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Sjl6GS2XQ4RGFyUNLs236?si=PZDhyspqTtyIBC8j3SiRmA

[tailsbot98761]

(gives u a changed fates rant pass)

go wild, queen

Anon can I marry you

rant below

For those who don't know, Changed Fates is my main OC universe, Featuring the gal in my profile picture as one of six main characters. I've got a blog to keep stuff about it organized at @changed-fates

The world abides by a rule that when a god is killed, 1000 years later, they will be revived

And so, of course, we start 1000 years ago. the god of death seemingly lost it, and went on a rampage, slaughtering many innocents. The other gods of course, couldnt let this continue, so they began charging the [name pending] beam to kill him. Unfortunately, they discovered this plan, and advanced to destroy the other gods location to stop them. The god of Chaos, Conflict, Order, and Peace stood outside the base knowing their location was compromised, and once death arrived the battle could begin.

It seemed like it might be going well for the 4, at least until Death began charging a blast. The only option was to use all of their strongest attacks in hope of knocking them out before they finished charging. And so Chaos, Conflict, and Peace all hit with everything they had, but Order for some reason, defended. This led to them not knocking out death in time, and the blast was unleashed upon the 4, killing them. But before Death could make any progress, the other 2 gods, Emptiness and Existence finished charging the [name pending] beam, and used it to kill death.

After going outside, they discovered Order may not have been killed by the blast after all [thats off camera though, and for later]

Timeskip to present day, A girl wakes up in a world unfamiliar with no recollection of anything other than her name, Taylor.

Meanwhile, within a secret government facility, a robot created for war gains sentience, and breaks out of its containment, escaping from the facility

meanwhile again, a local streamer feels a bit different, though doesnt immediately notice anything.

Nows a good time to introduce characters I think. Refs will be on my refs post cuz i dont have room for them all here lol

(note that important links wont show basic friendships as the base 6 cast are mostly on good terms)

The Main Six (all foxes)

Taylor goddess of peace! (She/Her)

Taylor is probably the character of CF anyone is most likely to know about, since she kinda ended up being my sona. She was the first character ive created that I really consider an OC, so she holds a special place in my heart, although she did kinda start as just a genderswapped Tails, shes really become her own character.

She uses a shield in combat, opting for a more protective role than an offensive one like a tank, shes really outgoing as a person, and its often hard to find her without a friend by her side.

Important links

Axel - Possessor

Tyde - Ex Girlfriend, now on friend terms

Sherry - Girlfriend

Tec The body of Conflict! (He/They)

Tec was my second oc, definetly inspired by Nine from Sonic Prime with his back arms. He sprang from the other side of how I headcannoned Tails, as while Taylor came from the part that was cute and more loving, Tec came from the more "main character energy" I would project onto him.

As could be gathered, Tec is a robot, made for combat by the government, this has of course led to attempts by the government to reclaim him, though always unsuccessful as he has blended into society well. As a robot, they are emotionless, but have learned to feign emotions well after figuring out it allows him to more easily predict other people. He uses his mechanical arms in combat, and typically is a physical damage dealer

Important Links

Flick - Vessel

A.V.A. - Creator

Rocket - Friend

Tanner The body of Chaos (He/Him)

Tanner doesnt really have as much backstory when it comes to his creation, he himself is probably one of my less fleshed out characters, though he and Tyde were intended to have the position of chaos before Taylor and Tec were intended to have their roles.

As Mentioned, Tanner himself hasnt actually been too fleshed out yet, (dont tell anyone, but I only even got the idea of him being a streamer whilr writing this) I think though that him just being a normal guy whos life is being affected by the god of chaos does work well in the story. He is in a polyamorous relationship with Rose, Abby, and Quin. He wields a front grip sword in combat, but would take on more of a black mage role.

Important Links

Devi - Friends

Rose - Dating

Abby - Dating

Quin - Dating

Tyde Awoken Goddess of Order (She/Her)

Tyde in her first designs was created because I wanted a character who wore a maid dress as their main apparel, she has of course, become much more than that, being the first of two characters decided to be a god. Her position as the Goddess of Order does keep some of her roots though, as she enjoys cleaning, organization, and general order (who coulda guessed)

Tyde, after being left in a coma by the God of Death for several hundred years was kept safe by the gods of Emptiness and Existence, waking up 50 or so years earlier than the other gods were revived. She holds their deaths on her conscience, replaying the scene in her head countless times, beliving it to be her fault that two of her friends and her girlfriend were killed. This leads to her developing a perfection complex, not assisted by her innate want for order, beliving she needs to be perfect or things wont go well. but worst of all, her girlfriend not only doesnt remember they used to be together, but is dating someone else. She wields a staff in battle, and takes on a White Mage like role.

Important Links

Taylor - ex girlfriend

Devi God of Existence (Any pronouns) (why cant there be yellow on tumblr man, just pretend that pink is yellow)

Devi is easily the OC who happened to be in the right place at the right time when it came to position in lore, they started out as one of those characters who is seen to just be seemingly working every job (Ex. Larry, Amazing World of Gumball) but when I needed a 2 more characters to be gods to complete the rainbow, there they were. Im gonna be honest, Existence was probably the hardest one of the 6 to decide, I mean, Order and Chaos go together, Conflict and Peace go together, but what goes after that??? struggles there aside, Devi and Rocket have probably been the most difficult to balance lorewise just because of what exactly they encompass.

Devi and Rocket, as the survivors of Deaths attack, has had to expend a lot of their power over the years to keep the forces of the other 4 gods in check during their absence. as a result of this, they feel an increased level of emotions. They serve an all rounder attacker role in combat, wielding a variety of weapons as their outfit changes depending on the job they are imitating, (Most often seen in Sailor attire) Though I like to immagine them using an Anchor a lot lol.

Important Links

Tanner - Friends

Rocket god of Emptiness (it/its, but it doesn't really care)

Rocket is probably my most embarassing oc story, being created as an insert over the boyfriend from friday night funkin when I listen to fnf songs and imagine them as my ocs, and like Devi, happened to be in the right place at the right time when it came to roles in the story.

Like with Devi, they had to expend a lot of power to deal with the absence of the other 4 gods, leaving them emotionless, only able to feel them temporarilly when others around them feel strong emotions.They wear sunglasses to hide this lack of emotions, They primarily use their microphone to battle, wielding it like a flail, but they can also copy their opponents weapon. They serve a more supportive role in battle.

Important Links

Tec - Friends

Other Impotant Characters

(I got lazy and stopped making Links but you can probably get the picture from the above)

Axel The Body of Peace (He/Him) (fox)

Axel started out as a curse that Taylor had put on her named Cursella. This was of course, boring, so he became the one Taylors spirit had to possess to revive, This led to me making him trans.

Axel was a normal guy, he kept to himself for the most part, other than his cousin Quin who he would at time hang out with. But one day, he dissapeared without a trace, no note, no goodbye, nothing. He was left trapped in limbo, only after being fuelled by his hatred for Taylor for taking over his life was he able to speak to her within their mind, which would take a while for the two to sort out because of course Taylor never wanted to take over his body, but Axel just wants her out. After a long time, they reach peace, and when they work together, they reach their final form where they wield a comically large hammer. Axel himself uses a battle axe in combat.

Flick The God of Conflict (He/They) (fox)

Flick doesnt have a creative backstory, they were created to serve this role, but their name is based on the word conFLICKt get it haha

After returning to existence, their soul took over the body of a robot being created by the government for combat, something the soul of something that loves fighting would be drawn to. They tend to take a backseat, but when they do act, they always end up in a fight with Tec, leading to them being incredibly unpredictable in combat as you can never tell what they are going to do. They are a strategist, and are probably the strongest fighter of the cast in a vaccum, however, Tec tends keeps them from doing this as their fighting styles dont work well together. They wield a spear in combat.

Kay The God of Chaos (He/Him) (fox)

same as Flick, their name is based on the word chaos , KAYos get it, also pretty much exist just for this role. Also, I blame @/glitchyk for giving me the name.

Kay as the god of chaos loves creating, well, chaos. even if it tends to be at the expense of Tanner, who unfortunately can quite figure out why hes having lapses of memorry and waking up to things he doesnt remember doing. He wields a sword backhand. In the odd case where the two of them have the same goal, they wield both swords, one in front grip and one in back grip.

Rose The Local Twink (He/Him) / Olivia The goddess of Life (She/Her) (Snow Fox)

Rose was created because I wanted a femboy oc, and also got lucky with timing when it came to lore because I had a god of death, so I needed a god of Life.

Olivia felt terrible after doing nothing while Death rampaged because they couldn't bring themselves to hurt the one they loved, and went into hiding. Years later, they came out of hiding as Rose, keeping anyone from knowing their true form. They live out their days with their lovers, Suspiciously able to help Tanner with his Kay problems better than anyone else. Rose was of course eventually forced to reveal they were the goddess of life, and they wield a bow.

Quin The Local Tomboy (She/Her) (Black Cat)

I dont really remember why Quin was created, but the story wouldnt be the same without them, her name was inspired by the word delinQUINt

Quin is the type of gal to hit first ask questions later, Shes a menace with her bat and she takes no insults, and if you even think about hurting her loved ones she will not hesitate to hurt you. She spends a chunk of the story searching for Axel, before eventually confronting Taylor about it. She is unfortunately for her, the perfect candidate for a vessel of the god of Death, though her strong willpower doesn't make it easy

Crow The God of Death (He/Them) (Fox)

The god of death themself, you would have to ask past me, but I probably made them around the same time Puss In Boots The Last Wish came out, and you can probably see why. The name is because a group of crows is called a murder

Crow used to be a lot more chill, before they lost it and went on a killing spree, and you know what happened after. I cant really say much about what they do post revival because I dont have that section of the story super ironed out like I do the prologue.

Mid Level Importance

(we are getting to characters that are a lot less developed but they still deserve a section)

Abby (She/Her) (Golden Retriever)(Once again why cant tumblr have yellow)

Once again i forgot why I made Abby lol, but her name is inspired by the person I thought I had a crush on before I realized I was aroace

Abby is an easily exitable gal, and easily hasn't been developed enough as a character. but her role as the person that Order would have taken as a vessel should she have died is important

Sherry The bunny

Sherry was always meant to be Taylors girlfriend, I dont really have a backstory for her name

She is a bit of a girlfail, she likes reading books, not too developed outside of, well, Taylors girlfriend

Characters that dont really matter as much but they exist

Hunter the Sniper (He/Him) (Mouse)

Hunter is an assassain hired by the government to retrieve Tec, He uh, fails, horrendously, and is kinda forced to join the team in exchange for Tec not... killing him. He wields a sniper rifle

A.V.A. The Ai (She/it) (Ai)

I made her cuz I wanted Tec to have a lil goober as an Ai lol, her name stands for Artificial Virtual Assistant

She doesnt really have a huge role in the story, but her position as Tecs assistant is very important

Carrie the postwoman (She/her) (bird)

Names a play on Mail carrier

Carries mail, pretty simple

Fifi The Barrista (She/Her) (Doggo)

her name is a play on coffee

Shes a tired barrista, hates her job.

Ok thats the characters done, but not really

see, theres a reason Tyde defended instead of attacking.

The Player

Thats right the player has an impact on the world. They dont say we changin fates for nothin

The player, by making Tyde defend, kinda screws with the intended timeline, as she was meant to die

This leads to the narrator taking note of this deviation, the narrator in question being

Hisako The goddess of Time (She/They) (Fox)

Her design and name were created by my friend @/clovurpatch

She watches over the timelines from the white space, and so when something deviates from the intended path, she notices immediately and watches over the adventure.

Would also be a superboss postgame

????? (?/?) (?)

Nobody said you were the only one changing fates

Why do you think Crow lost it in the first place

Anyway uh Thats all the characters

Conflicts will involve a lot of things around the god of Deaths return, from dark creatures to a cult, again, the middle of the game isnt too fleshed out yet

Welp thats all the characters for real this time along with what ive figured out storywise

alright, I think

I think im done

phew

[toshkakoshka]

so i was like. thinking over why lestat couldnt even save claudia (this with disregard from the book cuz i never read it) so im trying to rationalize the exterior reasons

1) armand wouldn’t have saved her if she was buried under the rocks

2) the coven probably would have fucked lestat over if he did the “banishment” thing twice

but… in the first place, why would lestat even have agreed to this arrangement knowing louis and claudia would die in the first place?

you’d think that after saving louis he wouldn’t have wanted this, and people on twitter claim he was being manipulated and drugged by the coven but i honestly don’t see that happening at all because he seemed very conscious and sober doing all this. if he really was drugged, i don’t think he’d have the proper strength to mindfuck the audience into telling them to banish louis.

so what’s my point here?

i don’t think lestat ever wanted to save claudia. if it was louis in lestat’s place he wouldn’t have picked claudia either. i don’t think either of them were capable of saving their daughter because they only wanted each other.

and i say this because, like, i think after lestat’s recalling towards claudia’s birth, he thought it’d be better for her to not live a life at all if she wanted a happy ending. he doesn’t know what madeleine really is to claudia, but i don’t think that would have mattered in the end.

lestat came to paris knowing this trial was going to kill louis and claudia. he knew this and agreed to it. this was his revenge on them, and i can’t have my mind changed on this because he was still complicit in claudia’s death! he didn’t do anything to save her, he let it happen! because he wanted it to happen!

and here’s another thought as to why he let it happen. he still knows that she was a mistake. he couldn’t let her live any longer with her as his mistake.

and so he never saved her, even though he could have easily stopped time and taken her away from the light. instead he just watched.

but i mean. even if he did want her killed, i’d still find it makes sense to grieve after her anyway, you know? lestat still loved her, but after decades of their rocky and turbulent relationship taking the forefront of it all i don’t think it did anything for him except cause pain in remembering how happy they used to be in such a short period of time. it’s just… he was never meant to save her. lestat only cared about saving louis because louis actually made his choice to becoming a vampire, but claudia wasn’t.

claudia never had a chance, and lestat knew that and let her out of this life as a mercy.

[dozyrogue]

Ok im still thinking of the philza and tubbo fight cuz it reminds me of the marvel fandom when talking about the ending of cilvil war

Bucky killed tonys parents and tony tried to kill him, some where mad at tony cuz he tried to kill bucky but bucky was a victim. Others agreed but still pointed out that he still killed people. It goes into more details but I don't wanna do that

Philza says that we should help him cuz hes a friend and we should help each other, cuz hes a victim an doesn't have a choice. Lock him up and find a cure like last time. And yeah that's phil to a T, phil would travel to hell and back to protect his freinds. And he knows he has friend's who would do the same for him. Man's disappears and the island panics. Bolas would flock around their leader to protect him from the other teams

There's also the added fact that it does take a bit to earn philza's trust and forever has that trust. So to him he sees forever is clearly not himself and he knows how MUCH HE LOVES Tallulah and would never ever purposely hurt her. So something's wrong with forever obviously. And of COURSE he wants to help out forever back together again.

Like when he told tubbo we help forever and then said he would expect tubbo to help phil if he was ever in this position shows so much about phils character to me. Like u help each other so hearing someone u trust doing something as quick as killing him would freak me out lol.

Then theres my sweet traumatized tubbo, he can trust so easily but take his trust away just as easily, his self estime is so low that he expects everyone to be against him. then it was evern worse after purgatory 1 and fred things keep getting worse. And worse of all hes kidnapped from the island most people didn't know he was taken and was forced to leave his kid. In purgatory 2 mans finally had his targaryan moment and took them all down with him.

Then hes back and hears that forever suddenly is different...again. corralled all the kids into following him and that he hurt Tallulah and tried to kill chayanne. Sent ramon into a panic to the point man's PUT ON HIS ARMOR. he himself believes that the island would turn on him immediately if he did something wrong. So if course he would think the same if someone lost it AND HURT THE CHILDREN. he went into purgatory with the only thought of helping the children, and questioning why the other islanders forgot that the point of this. He even said himself that he would choose his godchildren anyway over fred. NoW HIS DAUGHTER IS IN THE MIX. AND ITS NOT EVEN THE FEDS GOING AFTER THE KIDS ITS ONE OF THEIR OWN.

So of course!!! To tubbo the only choice for forever is to kill him so he himself doesn't hurt the eggs again. For any of the islanders the idea of hurting the children even if they were the victim would probably ruin him.

I agree with both yes we should help forever but i agree with tubbo a bit more if forever is so possessed with whatever that hes going after the children???? Kill him, jail prison, lock him away.

And phil expecting for tubbo to help him if he was ever in the same position but tubbo made a promise to care for his godchildren if phil was ever in a place were he couldnt tubbo would fucking kill him.

Idk I really liked the fight shows the difference between the characters and specifically how tubbo changed as a character.

I probably have more thoughts on this but this is it??? Me thinks??

[my-own-au-my-way]

Finally the holidays have arrived and much to your sleep schedule's dismay, this meant more overtime and more grouchy customers. She could practically hear the complaints as she showers to get dressed for the day, the idea that she has to endure customers throwing a tantrum from one little spill of water on their shoes that even the price tag makes you go pale.

With a heavy sigh you slip out the shower while wrapping the fluffy white towel around your body, the plushiness easing your already tense nerves. Once you find your uniform and slip into it, the scent of food brought your mind to a grinding halt.

Picking up your shoes and dashing down stairs hoping that he was still there, knowing he is the one person who always brightens your day...aside from that one old lady whos so chatty that anyone would likely fall asleep listening to her. Chuckling to yourself, you checks your schedule that the boss sent and oh boy would sukuna have a fit. You then felt strong arms drape over your shoulders and realised Its your loving boyfriend, his chin resting on your head making it obvious he is not going to move any time soon.

The unimpressed huff made it known to the world that he does not like how your work schedule looks already,"You seriously still planning to go anyway?, I think It's time you come work as my assisitant." 

It takes you a full three seconds to process what he just said, then felt your phone leave your hand. He was now calling your boss regardless that you are right there in the kitchen with him. No matter what you tried, you couldnt reach the phone and grab it back. His expression changed when he inquired about the last overtime payment, his grip tightening around your phone and you could swear that if phones could speak this one would be screaming in agony. Internally sighing to yourself knowing full well his strength during these moments are beyond your control, however what really made you snap out of your daze was when he was suddenly not there...your phone on the counter and the slam of the front door.

Scrambling for your phone to check for messages, however none had popped up.

You have no idea what had possessed you, but your feet acted before your mind could catch up. Running after him, knowing where he is going was why. He was angry and an angry Sukuna will easily flip tables like they mere toys, that thought alone made your stomach twist and send your anxiety sky high.

{To be continued, yes cliffhanger cuz i can LMAO!!!}

comments welcome and please do reblog my work but dont repost it anywhere else, thank you!!

@gojos-version

@sukunaslve

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

I hope y’all like my OC’s!! I picked them cuz theyre the closest i have to Vampires and werewolves :) and also because theyre my favorite :)

For those who dont have an account on the artfight but are still interested in my oc’s, I’ve provided the description that i gave them on their pages under the cut off :)

These two are from the story im working on that i hope to turn into a webcomic one day called Where Does The Heart Lie! I hope you enjoy~

Kreios:

Overview:

Kreios is a 6'7" shaggy man who is visibly inconvenienced by most things in his life. He works as a Territory Patrol Captain for his Clan that resides in The Forest of Thieves. He is albino, has depression, is demiromantic/asexual and his personality type is ISFP

His design is based off of the idea of "a sheep in wolf's clothing" to compliment his counterpart, Ivaylo, whose design is based around "a wolf in sheep's clothing". As such, he wears a wolf hide Coat, but is otherwise a shaggy sheep of a man.

Mannerisms/Way of Life:

-Kreios is just gigantic and he lumbers and slouches everywhere he goes.

-He falls asleep randomly even while standing up and when he's asleep, you could put anything near him and he'd hold it.

-He doesn't respect other people much. He's only here to do a job, and when he's done, he goes home.

-When Kreios is in his little apartment, he's either carving, cooking, or sleeping. he doesnt have guests, he doesnt hold parties, he's simply alone. And that's the way he likes it.

-He makes money on the side taking carving commissions from others in his clan. What is usually ordered is a Chess set.

-Kreios is crazy good at playing chess.

-He's not blind nor is he not paying attention, he's a very strategically intelligent man. However, people often underestimate his intelligence because of his aloof nature.

-he is not very visibly expressive due to the hair in front of his eyes and he tends to keep a neutral mouth shape. However if he's feeling inconvenienced, he's gonna hit you with a scowl.

Where His Heart Lies:

Kreios feels so deeply. When he respects, when he protects, when he loves. He does it all with all of his Heart and his soul. If he loves you, you'll know it. He hates hiding any of his emotions and is also terrible at lying.

Dynamic With Ivaylo:

He and Ivaylo were childhood friends, but life kept pulling them apart. Their childhood village was destroyed by an ever-growing empire, they wound up finding homes in different clans in their young adult years, and now they must keep their relationship to each other bottled up even though their territories have moved to be right next to each-other's.

Until their clans can become allies, they cannot interact.

Ivaylo:

Overview:

Ivaylo is a very particular Clan Leader who expects the most from everyone. His clan is made up of those who were cast out of their own clans in the Forest of Thieves for their various disabilities. The first person he took in was a little girl missing the bottom half of her left leg and he now refers to her as his daughter. He has anxiety and mild OCD, is homoromantic/homosexual, and his personality type is ISFJ

His design is based off of the idea of "a Wolf in Sheep's clothing" to compliment his counterpart, Kreios, whose design is based around "a Sheep in Wolf's clothing". As such, he wears a sheep hide vest under his big fur coat.

Mannerisms/Way of Life:

-Ivaylo commands and expects respect from all.

-He is very particular about small details. When he started living in the forest, he couldnt control much, so what he can control, he will do so perfectly in his eyes. His hair may look unorderly, but rest assured it is perfectly quaffed.

if something isn't right orderly-wise in his eyes, he will only focus on that one thing and cannot focus even if he's having a conversation with someone or even fighting

-In a work setting, he is ruthless and cold, but out of work, he is also cold, but in a "leave me alone" kind of way. a lone wolf, if you will. He finds having close relationships with those he feels are his employees is incredibly improper.

-Though he is cold, he is never quick to anger. He keeps a level head always.

-He admires loyalty and is very loyal to ones he loves.

-He is crazy bad at playing chess.

-Ivaylo walks with his head held high.

Where His Heart Lies:

-He wants to make a better life for his whole clan, but mainly his daughter, Calbex, who he refers to as X. All he wants is to live a peaceful life with those he loves.

-Life twisted him into a cold monster, but at heart he's very childish and sports a very impish smile. You can get him to giggle if you compliment him.

Kreios:

He and Kreios were childhood friends, but life kept pulling them apart. Their childhood village was destroyed by an ever-growing empire, they wound up finding homes in different clans in their young adult years, and now they must keep their relationship to each other bottled up even though their territories have moved to be right next to each-other's.

Until their clans can become allies, they cannot interact.

Calbex:

Calbex is his daughter and he loves her so much. She's an eccentric gal, to say the very least. She knew him before he became a very large Clan leader and as such he can show his true self to her, but not completely. She is his daughter, after all, he must be strong for her and critical of her for her to learn to thrive in the environment they're in.

Old character references:

[pwnyta]

Speaking of DnD characters... I did draw my lil guys that I dont think I ever posted and I created a lot more characters since then (Coin has an entire team and they all have family & stories lol).

Stories under the cut!-

Steve was my first DnD OC I made for a friend who wanted to play with us (useless hos who didnt know anything about the game). I dont remember much about him TBH. Im assuming he was a flirty dumbass.

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Dust an Undead Long Death Monk who was my second DnD OC made for literally the exact same reason except we didnt get any where with it. LMAO. I also dont remember much about him except he hated mages (except one).

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Coin (Azriel Kim) is a Swashbuckler Rogue. The youngest son of a noble family who made a deal with a devil to gain their wealth. As a consequence their baby was born a Tiefling and they decided to hide him away from the world to save face as the city they lived in was VERY superstitious and religious.

Coin as a young boy stayed in a windowless room in their mansion, not even being able to see his siblings and while he was not treated cruelly by his parents they did start to neglect him as the years went by and he could start doing things like eat/bathe/etc by himself. He loved his 'fairytale' books and wondered what it would be like to go to the worlds outside and eventually sneaked out of his room and found a window to see the world from his books looked very similar and is struck with a wanderlust.

His mother caught him and told him he couldnt do this anymore because he had a 'condition' that made it so if he left his room for too long his skin would burn and his tail would shrivel and his fangs would fall out (etc) and he is very thankful for the warning and stays in his room for a few more years.

Until one day his elder brother got into an argument with their parents. Angry that they could never go anywhere and since they had a diseased baby they didnt even have servants anymore so they were mostly stuck in their lame home all the time. Which leads to the parents discussing things amongst themselves which Coin overhears. He learns the real reason why he's been locked away was to save face and decides to run away. If what his mother said about his 'condition' was really a lie, things would be fine. He could go off on an adventure like he always wanted... but if not and he dies well... either way his family would be free of him. He leaves a note and sneaks away in the night.

Of course nothing happens cuz hes just a regular Tiefling. The first group he joins wanted the map he had of some cave that supposedly had treasure but after a string of bad luck they start to blame the little Hellspawn which results in them turning on him. Coin isnt much of a fighter so loses badly, losing his fangs that they pull out trying to get him to admit to sabotaging him and almost having the end of his tail bitten off.

He starts fixing himself with the gold he earns in his travels. Replacing his fangs with gold ones and covering the scar on his tail with a band. Whenever he gets injured he keeps doing this. Rings on his fingers, piercings, necklaces, tattoos, etc (a reference to kintsukuroi). He also starts memorizing maps and other things to protect himself from people would otherwise just rob him since hes not a particularly good fighter.

He meets his next group while theyre trying to find a way through a cave system he knows very well and injects himself into their conversation and offers his services. They hire him and things go without a hitch... though at the end of their first adventure together Coin just leaves them- but he eventually comes back for a steady job... and then a steady family.

(Little does he know one of his actual family(his older brother Ardit*) did go to search for him... (he finds out later after an INCIDENT))

*Both Coins siblings are named after gold. Ardit and Gilda... he only noticed some time later which is part of the reason he changes his name to Coin. Since thats what his family seems to value most... he seems to have inherited that from them too.

A super rough idea for the GANG. The pic is small and illegible on purpose jsyk.

Wicke a Drow/Wood Elf Phantom Rogue whos Drow father kidnapped her older sister to earn some favor with his original clan. She doesnt actually know that, her mother never told her, but she figures it out when her sister shows up (as an enemy). Shes joins the group on and off at the start after they help her fight her sister for the first time. She grows close to Talia and eventually stays in the group for her before really growing fond of the others.

Talia Shea a Halfling Light Cleric who had a pretty normal childhood until her village was attacked and one of her dads was killed. She trained to be a warrior to protect her village and once it was secure she went off to protect others. She gets brought into the group from Dante who she befriends in her travels.

Xander Hertz a Human Devotion Paladin who was a guard for a city that was attacked by dragons. The city was completely leveled killing (what he thinks) is his entire family (wife, son, father, cousin) as well as most of the people in the city and is forced to flee. On his way out he finds a young boy who lost his family too and decides to take him to safety. the only thing keeping him going after losing everything is the hope he could find the boys other relatives and when that doesnt work... he just kinda adopts and trains the boy, sort of gaining another son.

Dante Papadopoulos is a Human(perhaps) Evocation Wizard who was raised by his grandmother (who is probably not a Hag) after she died under mysterious circumstances he decided living in an isolated cabin in the middle of swampy woods really wasnt for him so he dipped. Hes very dedicated to studying all sorts of magic and eventually notices he doesnt seem to be aging past a certain point, which is why he grows out his hair/beard to disguise his weird aging. Hes friends with Talia before the rest of the group... she calls him 'Papa' which he hates and has noticed his weird aging but says nothing except to make fun of his dumb beard.

Olivier Ricci is a Half-Elf Eloquence Bard who was from the same city as Xander, losing his family but gaining a new 'brother'. Hes a mostly cheerful, fun-loving type and tries very hard to keep up the positive vibes which can be hard when Xander is such a stern and melancholic kinda guy. Hes quite happy when they find Talia and Dante and help them and eventually join into a bigger group. (not that it helps Xander be less of a worrywart... Olivier would just like some independence now that hes a grown adult man DAD(he would never call Xander dad but thats the vibe)). The guitar he carries was his fathers, it was broken in the attack but Xander had it fixed for him.

Eric Straight is a Human Aberrant Mind Sorcerer whos mother, father (who were famous mages) and twin brother were murdered. Since he was the only survivor of the massacre and was unharmed and 'couldnt remember what happened' it was assumed HE killed them. There was no evidence to suggest anyone else and his older sister has never forgiven him... he wants to find out what really happened and clear his name (if he can, sometimes he thinks maybe he DID kill them but he just cant figure out why he would). His sister wont talk to him but her wife will thinking its kinda suspicious that a boy that young could kill two highly trained wizards... shes the middleman of communication between the siblings.

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LMAO... none of my other characters are that much....

Caligo Zephyrsend is a very particular Owlin(based on a melanistic Barn owl) Grave Cleric with a real love and interest in the life/death cycle of all things. People often pronounce his name incorrectly calling him Zephyrs End which sounds very ominous and not his name! Please. He politely corrects people every time. He only LOOKS spooky and has some spooky interests.

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Bumble is a Plasmoid/Goblin Shepherd Druid who was just a little blob of goop creature until a Witch found and raised her. Teaching her to be a proper lady... tho Bumble doesnt speak common very well and not very often she is very polite. The shell she has is a modified Bag of Holding but it only holds an infinite hive of BEES. Though she is very sweet (personality!) and looks like honey... blease do not try to eat her she does not taste good. Shes lived in swamp water most of her life.

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.... I dont feel like writing anymore you can find my other characters in the tag LOL.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 25

Aaron Davis + Reunion sex

Couldnt find any gifs or good pics of Aaron from the game, so heres a pic.

This can be read as both spiderverse and Insomniac Aaron. I was imagining Insomniac Aaron cuz I’m playing the game, but yall can imagine whoever you want.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

They called you Bullseye because of your incredible aim, able to fling any blade, shoot any gun or trip any enemy. Youd appeared shortly before Spiderman had started out, meaning you’d been in this business over many years at this point, meaning you’d made a lot of friends and enemies along the way. Though, it was mostly enemies.

You were mostly a thief, but you’d taken money to kill people before, especially if you found out the person you were hired to kill was a horrible person. Then you would almost do it for free, but you couldn’t, as people would assume you were shabby or easily manipulated.

That’s how you met The Prowler for the first time, he had been in the business longer than you and knew his way around. You were both thieves, and both worked under Kingpin as long as it paid. In the beginning somewhat of a rivalry went on between you, as you both started going out of your way to pick the others targets, just because you could.

Later on in life you would both admit it was flirting, just your own way of doing it. You were a couple years younger than Aaron, but not anything too crazy, people were honestly more surprised that Aaron Davis was openly in a relationship with another man, than anything else.

Because that’s what it became, neither of you put a name to it for years, even as you moved in together and worked together as The Prowler and Bullseye, or when Aaron had to patch you up after the vulture had gotten you in the side after being a little too annoyed by your presence.

Even when you got to meet his cute nephew, and the first thing the kid asked was if you were Aaron’s husband. You did end up getting married, but it wasn’t anything big, just signing a couple of papers mutually deciding to wear a necklace with your ring instead of putting it on your finger.

Aaron had started to slow down over the years, and though you didn’t slow down just as much, you started taking smaller hits and even stopped killing, it was just hard to stop stealing after all these years. Your relationship with spiderman became better too, he didn’t even throw you into the raft, as you’d return the item you stole half the time.

Then everything happened with Miles being bitten, figuring out Aaron and your own secret identity and rightfully feeling betrayed, Aaron getting arrested and covering for you, leaving you to walk free as he was locked away. It was hard to be away from your husband, and it was hard seeing the distrust in Miles’s eyes when he looked at you.

But when Aaron was finally free from the raft, it was hard to not jump him immediately as he stepped in through the door. His beard wasn’t as styled as it had been before, and he looked slimmer, but he was still your husband who got your blood pumping.

Aaron had grinned in that way only he could grin, the way that had your heart racing, as he put his bag down and opened his arms to accept you as you advanced on him. Hands desperate and gripping, your lips mashed together like you were both starved and the others lips was the only thing that could fill your stomachs.

Kissing him after so long apart felt like coming home, like a part of you that had been ripped out had finally returned. The stumble to the bedroom was blurry, as both of you had been way too focused to kiss and touch and grab, to notice that you had stumbled into the bedroom. Things in your bedroom was pretty much the same as the day he was taken away, but none of that mattered.

You felt like you were on fire as Aarons hands slid up under your shirt, digging his nails into the tight muscle of your torso and dragging them down in the way that had your skin raising into goosebumps. He chuckled hotly as he groped your pecs, rubbing his rough thumbs over your hardening nipples as his eyes seemed to almost glow, like he wasn’t just as starved as you were for this.

Lips slick with spit and bodies growing hot, clothes were thrown all over the room as desperate hands pulled and tugged, the noise of ripping fabric registering somewhere in the back of your brain as Aarons hands gripped and pulled at your t-shirt. It had just been some cheap shirt, anyone could have torn it, but Aaron doing it had a hot shiver running down your spine like thick honey.

Your hips ground together as the last strips of fabric left your bodies, a deep hot groan leaving Aaron’s chest as you shuffled between his thighs, grabbing at the muscle there to lift them. He wasn’t as flexible as he had been years ago, but neither were you, the curse of your over-the-top lifestyle and age, but one of his legs still found its way over your shoulder.

He laughed as you licked the inside of his knee before biting into his leg, grinding in your teeth just enough to leave an indent. He laughed even harder as you grabbed the lube from the drawer, the same place you two always kept it, your husband making some joke about how you hadn’t even changed it up since he had been gone.

You scowled as he mentioned his time away, slicking up a couple of your fingers and getting to work stretching him out, starting slow as you had been apart for so long. Aaron had never made much noise, but the ones he did were like music to your ears. Any soft grunt or groan, or the few times you could get him to whimper when you brushed his prostate.

As you opened him up with your fingers, adding another when needed, you leaned down and kissed him again, your chin brushing against his faintly greying beard. His lips were dry, but you loved them like that, because it meant you got to flatten your tongue of them before taking them between your teeth and giving them a pull.

Aaron’s hand found its way into your hair, gripping on, his brows giving a furrow as you removed your fingers from inside him. You both knew he was ready, and Aaron was growing impatient, his leg falling to hook around your hip to pull you in close. “Come on, get inside me already” he grumbled, his eyes softer and face warmer than usual.

And who were you to reject his wish, reaching down to lead your cock into him, slowly pushing in and letting you both adjust as you bottomed out, a groan leaving you both at the completeness it made you both feel to be together again like this.

His hand gripped your arm and gave it a squeeze, and you knew it meant he wanted you to move but couldn’t find the words to ask. Normally you might have teased him a bit, get him to ask, but now all you wanted was to be near him.

Starting out slowly, you moved your hips in a slow and deep pace, this wasn’t just a normal roll in the sheets, it was making love. Aaron must have felt the same as you, as his arms found themselves around your neck, pulling you down so your lips could meet once more as he gave a grumbled demand for you to go faster.

The sound of pants and groans filled the room for the first time in the year Aaron had been gone, the slick noises of your kissing and of the lube only adding to the ambiance. The bed creaking the way it did only made your toes curl as you leaned back, gripping his hips so you could move your hips harder, making sure to strike that spot you knew always had your husband seeing stars.

The time apart had left you both needy and backed up, so it didn’t take long for you both to grow closer, Aarons noises growing in volume and going form groans to moans, his head falling back onto the pillow as his eyes clenched.

Seeing him so close, you reached down, wrapping your hand around his slick back, jerking it in pace with your thrusts until Aaron moaned the loudest you had gotten him to moan this entire time as he came, shooting spurts of white into your hand and across his torso.

The sight was enough to have your eyes roll back into your head as your jaw dropped, a moan leaving you as you bottomed out inside him, letting the rush of orgasm crash through your body as you came. The orgasm left your vision swimming for a moment, finally coming back to Aarons breathless chuckle as he pulled you down on top of him.

If you had been younger, you two would have gone a couple more rounds, but now it just felt like enough to hold one another after being apart for so long. You would have to get up and shower, and then change the sheets, as neither of you wanted to deal with that mess tomorrow. But right now holding Aaron and inhaling his scent took priority, your eyes sliding shut to just let yourself bask in it for a while.

[zerothakun]

Eassy on chapter 11 of AMFMN part 1 lol

it wasn't a joke guys(?

Just to clarified, don't take seriously this post I'm just being silly lol, also, my first language is not english so any mistake is cuz I'm not using translator this time o7

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THE FIRST LINE. Ok so since chapter 8 I started to read the fic while playing empurple (the song I've been talking a lot, the comic, well, that) anD OH MY FUCKING GOD couldnt help remember the og mv of the song and I lost it in that moment

I won't shut up with this song, I mean, since the first time I listened it really catched me and after reading the lyrics a bunch of times it finally remind me of the EK arc, and then the fic lol

btw, I'll be trying to do some concept art for this post lmao

All the description of the void is GORGEOUS, it reminds me to a webtoon I read some time ago and in a certain scene a character was basically in the void and the only way I can described in drawings is like that webtoon, but in words, definitely like Isa did so ,10/10 to description.

All can I say is I KEW IT AAAAAAAA

I'm happy the endless endstone of chapter 3 is where he is (my storyboard is not wrong YIPEE) and of course he's chained omg.

again empurple had made me very delusional so in some point I was thinking if maybe he was chained or tied to something, maybe struggling with his ties and suffering innerly cuz EK and in some way I was right xdxd (I'll talk about that later)

The fact that we almost never had a vulnerability moment of q!phil? dude jus started crying when he didint find the eggs in the birdhouse and only cucurucho was there and he immediately knew it was a trap, but then he never let himself being emotional and is so q!phil the fact that he probably was crying A LOT when was literally in the void and totally alone, no one or nothing was there, like, the only one moment he let himself express those feelings was that AND THE WORST PART IS THAT. JUST HIM AND HIS FEELINGS, SELF LOATHING ENTER TO THE CHAT. Poor cubito o7

I really like those hc of immortals, like bbh cubito and foolish cubito BUT with phil cubito I think is different, in some way I do think he is older than them, like, if them have seen centuries, phil has seen the world ends a thounsand times, the depression of seen everyone dies. But well, today is not the day of talk of how old c!phil is lol.

My point is, he's always hopeless, he doesn't feel he's enough, even if he's the fucking angel of death. I mean, EK is scary but if he would've been more calm, probably the things never woukd've end up like this.

I LOVED this whole paragraph. Need to draw it.

Perfect.

AND HERE, MY FAVORITE PART OF THE CHAPTER, WTF WITH THE GAPPLE ADDICTION, REALLY

I have read about the gapple intoxication in other fics when the birdhouse plot was in its prime or even like a drugs but with the hallucinations thing, but this is now my favorite topic lol

Literally I was SPEECHLESS in this part (also, yeah, without context looks like smut LOL)

So, when I said empurple had me delusional I was talking of this part. Phil struggling with his ties(chains) cuz EK's doing(eating gapples)

AND GOD I NEED TO DRAW IT AAAAAAAAA Like, each step he does, he wants to fall on the sensation, I don't know why I figure him like covering his mouth with each contraction o ¿f hapinees and AAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED TO DRAW IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Unfortunately I have to do some stuf rn so I'll continue with the eassy later o7