#oc fusion playlist

[yandereloveraw]

Vania [Vanilla and Anti's fusion] + playlist

🔪 When You're Good To Mama - Queen Latifah

🧁 Bust Your Knee Caps - Pomplamoose [Yanderecore]

🔪 Talk - Salvatore Ganacci

🧁 Teeth - Lady Gaga

🔪 Jealousy - Marina & the Diamonds [Jealouscore]

🧁 Scream - Besomorph

🔪 Mz. Hyde - Halestorm

🧁 Sweet Tooth [Cover] - Chloe Moser

🔪 Cult Leader - KiNG MALA

🧁Get On Your Knees - Nicki Minaj

All songs belong to their creators

Picrew belongs to the creator

Antisepticeye belongs to Sean McLoughlin aka Jacksepticeye

[sonic-adventure-3]

wip covers for playlists of stuff i think they’d listen to. spotify links if you wanna check em out vvv

squabble | rig | carrion | jerryjack

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my blog! 🖤

This is a Beyblade Metal Masters story about a girl who comes from a complex background, and because she’s trying to help her family she enters a strange arrangement with a certain member of team Starbreaker, which will change her life forever. The story is developed alongside canon events from the series, so I always add an ambiance suggestion of which episodes the chapter follows in the A/N! Also, some chapters feature smut scenes, so please be aware!

Last but not least, I’ve also made a playlist inspired by the story!

Enjoy, and please let me know how you like it - it means a lot to me! :)

The Descend and the Resurface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Fanfic playlist

Thank you for reading my work 🖤

[milesmentis]

👾

Thanks! I picked #26, the Daren and Heulwen anthem!

I'm just so obsessed with this song honestly - it's the perfect mix of melancholy and comforting. Heulwen and Daren are both going through so much during Origins and the idea that they would only truly open up to each other is the cornerstone of our whole shared worldstate. They are both the kind of people who want to shoulder other people's burdens and never burden others in return, so they desperately need one another: someone they can both rely on but more importantly be vulnerable with.

If your face is down Take a look around Do your fingers move? Do your lungs inflate? Are you tired, are you weary Of the hidden hate you've been holding? And did you lose that love? Or have you never had it? Are you feeling sad 'cause you did a bad thing?

I put this one fairly early in the playlist because I always think of it as one of their earlier moments - maybe right after Broken Circle - where their unshakable, platonic bond first forms. I don't throw the term around lightly but they're soulmates, and this song is a perfect one for the moment that they both feel that sort of "oh" moment.

Are you feeling fearful brother? Are you feeling fearful sister? The only way to lose that fearful feeling Replace it with love that's healing Are you feeling fearful brother? Are you feeling fearful sister?

[zivazivc]

OMG🫣😝😍❤️❤️❤️ Liv's parents are sooo cool and their designs are sick!!! What are their inspiration and can you tell more about this family 🥺❤️ ?

Thank you very much! I feel like I really hit the nail on the head with their designs, but the truth is they were cooking in my head for a very long time before this.

From the first time I thought about what all the bandmates' parents would look like, I was already thinking of making Liv's parents both Techno/Rock fusions like her. I think what originally made me gravitate towards this idea is the fact that Liv is the only one in the band who has a very very strong sense of self and does not have any kind of identity crisis or self image issues. I feel like the only way to make this fact feel believable in a young character in her position is through their parents. So I gave her parents who are both similar to her and each other and who are together and loving, and who live in a society of other Rock/Techno trolls too. (Also thinking about it more, it just made sense that the "rockers" and the "ravers" would have the largest population of mixed offspring, they're also right next to each other on the map, so i came up with the Shallows and all of that because of this...)

Liv's genre at the very start was very simply just electronic rock. But as I discovered more music over the past months she became more industrial metal with punk elements. - My OCs develop a lot by me bouncing them off each other. When Hed and Liv meet, Hed's Rock/Metal instincts are very much suppressed from living almost his entire life around Funk Trolls. I needed Liv's genre (to obviously feel right for her, but also) to be hardcore enough to be able to bring out Hed's suppressed side without clashing with his love for rap.

At the moment this is the most "Hed and Liv making music together" song I have in my playlists:

Now that Liv's genre/playlist stopped changing so much and I've been happy with where I am with her for a while, I was able to determine her parents' genres based on that. Which was simply one parent being Industrial Metal and the other something electronic and punk (which I later found out is just called Electropunk lol).

Her dad Flint is heavily based on Keith Flint from the Prodigy. So heavily he is basically that guy's trollsona lol.

The Prodigy, if you don't know, were pioneers in fusing dance music with rock music. It was pretty fascinating reading about it. I recently watched this good and not-dragged-out video about their origins and till their biggest single Firestarter.

Even before I started designing any of them I knew I wanted to give one of the parents' very stylized neon "shark teeth". In my mind it felt like such a good fusion of sharp Rock teeth and the weird blocky neon Techno teeth. And when I fixated on Keith Flint for inspiration it just felt right to give them to him. Look at this guy!

I named the dad Flint simply after this guy's last name. But also it's a nice rocky name. Also flint was historically used to start fire which kind of makes it a punk name in my opinion too. Plus -> Firestarter, the big Prodigy single. :P

The mom I designed after I outlined the dad and I didn't have any particular person in mind for her. Her design is mostly Liv's characteristics that I didn't yet represent in her dad. Direct outside inspiration was more or less just these cool neon rave pants because she deserved some bright color lmao.

I gave her a German accent because I always imagined Liv with a vague European accent, and also simply because Germans seem to be the gods of industrial metal. But my music inspiration when drawing her was also Laibach, which is a Slovenian band, so I gave her the name Meta because it is both a German and Slovenian name (In German it's a short form of Margarete meaning "pearl", and in Slovenian the name literally means "mint".) Meta also just felt like a good fit to go along with Oblivion, Liv's full name.

Now as I've written all this and read the question again I realize this is probably not what you were asking for at all... But consider this as a bit of a behind the scenes for my AU. 😅 Bonus content on the dvd but instead in the form of a boring tumblr post. :P

[vonclosen]

Hello Metalocalypse Fans!

Since last year's Metalocalypse OC Week was such a hit, I've teamed up with @chordsykat this year to bring it to you once more! This year's OC week will feature 6 days of prompts between May 29th and June 3rd.

This OC Interaction & Appreciation Week is dedicated to sharing about all of our amazing and cool original characters! Any form of creation is welcome–Fics, art, moodboards, playlists, videos, cosplay. Interaction with others OCs is strongly encouraged and welcomed! Just be sure to tag your amazing creations as #MTLOCWeek2023!

This year's themes are:

Day 1: OC x OC (any context)

Day 2: Best Friends or Rivals

Day 3: Style Swap (clothing, art style, vibe, etc!)

Day 4: OC x Canon (any context)

Day 5: OC Fusion (design, character, literally fuse them together— whatever!)

Day 6: Fankids, Fanparents, and Other Fan-mily

I look forward to seeing everyone's creations! Go forth and create, have fun, and interact with each other! 💖🤘🖤

[metronn]

JULY MUSIC

top artist was tied with tom waits, but i've actually been listening to QOTSA way more. like people by DZ deathrays is a great banger that went onto my sonadow playlist lol... and i haven't stopped listening to less than by NIN since i heard it!!

however shout out to @dreamdripdistance for sending me have a nice end by tatsuya kitani, which definitely came close to being my top song of the month...

in terms of other music, i made an OC playlist that i've been listening to a bunch (curse themed, lots of dungeon synth and doom metal). and i've bought a bunch of cassettes on bandcamp recently,,, so lots of synthwave. highly recommend fusion break by aeronexus!

[gabriellerudessa]

Compass (Norm Maclean x OC) - Part XXVIII

Marigold squatted, gun pointing to the path as she watched something on the ground, and Norm approached carefully, stopping beside her.

A footprint, very clear in the ground, even as the earth was starting to dry up. A trail of those, and his eyes followed and followed… The path to the left.

“It was done after it started raining, so what… One hour and a half ago?”

“Around it.” He confirmed, swallowing.

AO3 | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV | Part XVI | Part XVII | Part XVIII | Part XIX | Part XX | Part XXI (Smut) | Part XXII | Part XXIII | Part XXIV | Part XXV | Part XXVI (Smut) | Part XXVII | Part XXIX | Part XXX | Part XXXI | Part XXXII | Part XXXIII | Part XXXIV (Smut) | Part XXXV | Part XXXVI (END)

PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE

Word Count: 4.503

Warnings: Wasteland Typical Violence

XXVIII

The so-called cantina and its communal bedroom was a metal-building with two rooms, one large and closed, the other open to the night air on one side, fire stoves and two counters against the dividing wall. Marigold recognized Aspirants cooking and one Initiate manning the business side of it, tables and chairs all around. The open side opened directly to the ruins, and the lights along it – windows, streetlights, everywhere – were harsh and bright, almost looking as if the stars were on the land instead of the sky.

There was no way to deny that at least the cold fusion or whatever energy source was true. She had never seen so many lights in a single space.

How and why they were keeping it a secret from the rest of the region, she didn’t know. Ma June would’ve told her without a doubt, but no. Besides, the place was empty of non-Brotherhood; the news would’ve attracted traders from all around and the Observatory would be bustling. She didn’t understand everything about what cold fusion meant, but whatever could energize such a big stretch of land meant power in the Wasteland and she was certain the Brotherhood would do its fucking best to exercise it.

Maybe the secrecy was more about where the source of it was, which made sense, especially if they were still figuring how exactly it worked and fortifying better their position to keep it with them.

Or maybe news were just being slow, which, fair enough, that was Wasteland for you.

Brotherhood members came and went from the cantina, not paying for food and water, some Squires taking food to specific Knights and even Paladins. The few non-members paid – and a fair price at that, Marigold noted as she passed the caps to the Initiate.

They sat at a corner with their own plates and cups – squirrel and tato stew with mashed corn and water. Talk was all around them, enthusiastic and loud, and Marigold and Norm kept their ears up even as they exchanged what they had discovered in lower tones, without actually discussing possibilities and theories – better let those for when they were outside Brotherhood’s hearing range.

“Nothing that indicates Lucy?” Norm shook his head as she finished with her stew and started on the mashed corn. “Damn. That’s depressing.”

And worrying. They both heard about the fucking cold fusion, apparently Moldaver’s work, and the tension between the so called Knight Maximus and the Elder Cleric, but no one even mentioned a Vaultie woman.

The prisoner that had stolen Power-Armor was a good clue, at least. Most Power-Armor was in Brotherhood’s power from what she knew, so they just needed to find people talking about one travelling alone and so on. Hopefully it would lead to Lucy too; Norm hadn’t talked about it, but she guessed the prisoner was probably his father – which was messed up if what that Maximus guy said about the prisoner having bombed Shady Sands was true. How could he have done it from inside a Vault? Why?

She hoped it was all just a misunderstanding, because if true… Not only pre-war, but bombing a city with thousands of inhabitants? Fuck.

Marigold finished eating and leaned back on her chair, legs crossed, one arm possessively on the back of Norm’s chair, eyes watching the movement and the lights while she sipped slowly on the water – purified, fresh tasting. She wasn’t rushing with it.

Most of the talk around still revolved around the battle against the NCR and Maximus promotion, with some high-tales of how he had killed Moldaver – all contradicting each other. Few talked about the escaped prisoner, even fewer about what was being done, and no one mentioned a Vaultie woman or some Knight Titus or an Enclave scientist – Marigold hoped it didn’t equate to bad news about them. And, as Norm finished eating, all the talk diminished even more, as the Brotherhood members departed to their own quarters.

Fuck. She had hoped to hear something more interesting and definitive, that complemented better what they already had. For no one to talk about Vaulties, they hadn’t really found one, and they hadn’t known Norm’s father was one. Where was Lucy? Had she even arrived?

“I think it’s better we go to sleep and leave early tomorrow.” Norm said after he finished, sounding as disappointed as she felt, and Marigold nodded, finishing her cup of water.

“Yeah.”

They took their tableware to the counter and paid for a couple of beds. The Initiate rattled out the number and handed them two robust padlocks with keys – “there’s lockers under the beds, you can put your things in them.”

Thank God.

The communal bedroom was filled with metal bunk beds, old and rusted, mattresses exposed. Their numbers dangled in small metal plaques attached to them, and Norm read them in low voice as they walked, not bothering the few people already sleeping.

She wasn’t surprised when both of the numbers the Initiate had said indicated a single bunk bed.

“I’ll fall trying to reach the higher bed.” Marigold sighed and shrugged; there was a reason Goose and Mika were the ones to usually get the higher beds. Too many times her and Regina – and Moose, when still single – had made bunk beds tumble just by trying to get into them.

“And I’ll fall during the night.” Norm’s shoulders slumped and she nodded, still remembering how he had tossed and turned the only night they had shared a bed and not cuddled. “Did he say anything against sharing?”

“Nope.” She grinned and winked at Norm, already pulling the two lockers from under the bed. “But that’s a great idea, Norm-boy.” And maybe would help cheer him up.

Norm shrugged with a small smile, taking their blankets out and helping her with storing the bags and locking the padlocks.

That taken care off, they cuddled in the bed. It was usually a tight fit for her, her feet easily dangling outside, and with Norm it was even harder. However, as they hugged each other tight under the blankets, his head against her shoulder and neck, her arms pulling him into her, their legs intertwined, she wouldn’t exchange that moment for anything.

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The night went fast, and soon they were waking with the sounds of more people getting up and moving around them. Somehow, he and Marigold had gotten even more intertwined during the night, blankets twisted around limbs, and they needed some minutes to get out without tumbling into the ground, whistles from anyone that passed by them making his ears burn.

Finally they managed to get up and got their bags – everything exactly as they had left – and folded the blankets into them before leaving the communal bedroom.

There was another bunch of Brotherhood members cooking in the annexed cantina and another manning the counters – Aspirants, Marigold specified, marked by the dog tags around necks and lack of jumpsuit, and an Initiate. They paid for a bowl of food and a cup for what passed as coffee in the surface.

The food was mashed corn with meaty pieces that Marigold called “iguana”, soft and white-ish, the taste subtle and pleasant. The coffee, made with something Marigold called “coyote tobacco chew”, was black, bitter, thick and weird, and for the first time exactly as he liked without him being the one to make it – in the Vault the rule was usually either too weak, too full of sugar, or both, and he hated all those variations.

The talking around them was muddier than last night, more about the responsibilities awaiting the Brotherhood members that day than recent news. He noticed the Dane-person appear, taking a tray with them – “Knight Maximus’ breakfast”, had been their words –, as others did, but that was the only thing that caught his attention in some way. Norm and Marigold didn’t dally long after eating.

They left the Observatory hand in hand, just like they had arrived, a comfort that Norm had missed. Two different guards were at the gates, noting their names in the clipboard as they left, and then they were walking the trail down the mountain, the morning sun doing its best to warm the day despite the cold wind.

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As they walked, the trail sunk back amidst the thin trees, slowly descending, the Observatory getting farther and farther away. Norm sighed and finally allowed himself to try and process what they had heard – and what they hadn’t.

“From where the hell that cold fusion came?”

“Wish I knew, Norm-boy. I was even thinking last night, about how they’re keeping it a secret.”

“The rumors implied it was Moldaver, that she activated it while fighting the Brotherhood…”

“Makes sense. Still your question: from where? She had the tech the whole time?”

Norm stopped talking for a moment, thinking, frowning…

“Maybe it involves my father, or at least Vault-Tec… If she had this the whole time, why go inside a Vault and kidnap someone that works for Vault-Tec before activating it?”

Marigold made silence, hand squeezing his, and he sighed, frown remaining.

“…I was going to say that it may involve the scientist, but considering that we heard nothing about Lucy or that Knight Titus, I think it’s safe to say they must still be after the Enclave scientist… Even if it does sounds like something from the Enclave.” She hummed, voice serious, and Norm groaned, scratching at his eyes with one hand.

“Damn it. That, Moldaver’s death, and with my dad God-knows-where, supposing he’s the escaped prisoner… Lucy won’t even have to who deliver the scientist.”

The pieces made less sense than before. The new ones only told him about some stranger Squire-turned-Knight and his tensions with the highest ranking officer in the region, of probably his father running away in a Power-Armor and being the guilty for Shady Sands, of damned cold fusion… And that was it.

Knight Titus, with whom Lucy had left Vault 4? Nothing. Considering he was after the scientist and what the Brotherhood had done to Filly after such scientist had passed through, Norm had no doubts that the man’s presence would’ve been mentioned, at least to say if he had been successful in his mission or not.

No Lucy. Not even the damned scientist. It was anti-climactic, all his stress over it and over everything influenced by it feeling as if for nothing.

Damn it, all of it was almost as bad as his lack of answer regarding his mom.

Norm was so fucking tired of half-answers and trying to fit a bunch of pieces that didn’t even seemed to belong to the same puzzle. One thing was trying to discover what the hell had happened with Vault 32 and what was going on with Vault 31… Another was trying to discover where the hell Lucy was and how to find her, while desperately hoping she was still alive.

And he was all out of clues regarding location, state of living, everything.

“Come here.” Marigold whispered, stopping and pulling him into an one-armed hug, his forehead resting on her breasts.

He breathed her in, sand and gunpowder and blood, arm around her waist and pulling her closer, not allowing the hand-holding to fade. Her free hand slowly massaged across the top of his back and shoulder.

All that without including the stress over his relationship with her. Damn it.

“… I don’t know what to think, expect, or do, Marigold.”

“You don’t need to decide now, Norm-boy. Let’s focus on reaching Catarina’s house, eat lunch and note down everything we know and discuss what it all mean, there. Maybe there’s even some clue in Catarina’s terminal that you didn’t notice.”

Norm sighed and raised his head, looking up at Marigold. He got she was trying to encourage him, but it seemed cruel that he had a clue regarding his father – lying person, he still loved him, still didn’t know how to untangle the mess of feelings –, but not about his sister, the one he really needed to see and talk with.

“… Do you think we could’ve done something different to try and discover more at the Observatory?” He finally asked, and her hand cupped his nape, thumb stroking his hairline.

Norm felt her breasts moving as she sighed, eyebrows frowning slightly.

“No.” She wetted her lips. “The only people that would’ve know more were either high-ranking Brotherhood members, and any imprisoned NCR. Maybe the Squire-turned-Knight, he was supposedly there when the prisoner escaped, so he would at least have some definitive answers about if it was your father or not.”

He drummed his fingers against her back.

“And we would’ve needed an excuse to talk with either of them. And there’s no way we can give one without going into details about my Vault or my father. And there’s still no way to know if they would’ve answered us or imprisoned us or whatever.” Norm whispered, closing his eyes.

“Unfortunately.”

He sunk more into the hug, fingers digging into her waist, her hand squeezing his. It helped his heartbeat, no longer in his throat, relaxing slowly into it all.

“… Can we stay like this just a little longer, Marigold?” Norm forced himself to ask.

“Of course, Norm-boy.”

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The “a little longer” turned into almost half an hour, and Marigold carefully pulled them both more to the trees, humming… She didn’t even know what, but she felt Norm relaxing so she kept at it, ignoring that small, annoying part saying that she should convince him to go back to the ranch with her – “you don’t know where your sister is and we have no place to search for more clues”.

If Marigold had a way, she would slap some common sense in that fucking part of her. They had clues about his father, if anything going after the man would mean stumbling into Lucy, at some point. And if they found clues about him in the whereabouts, she was staying with him too. No need for that… Despair.

Eventually he retreated from the hug, hand tugging lightly at her braid. Marigold went, touching her lips to his, firmly, but trying to imitate those sweet kisses Norm so easily gave her. She must’ve done something right, because she felt him smiling and sighing into it.

“Thank you.” He said against her.

She nodded and started guiding the path down once more, a calmer pace, hands not letting go, ears attentive to the path.

They stopped briefly at the start of the trail so Norm could buckle back his Pip-Boy. Marigold was just starting to guide again… Then a solitary drop of water hit her nose.

Soon more drops, the Geiger count rumbling lowly from Norm’s forearm, and then more, until it was a light drizzle upon them. Not enough to soak them, clearly just slightly radioactive, but still annoying. Marigold barely stopped to think before grabbing the bottle of Rad-X and giving one pill to Norm, just then taking her own.

Norm swallowed the Rad-X and extended his hand towards her, even as his eyes watched the rain around them – in the sunlight, not through a night-vision scope.

Something in the brown was marveled. It made Marigold smile as she started pulling him down the path towards Catarina’s house, double careful when slippery rocks appeared – the last thing they needed was a twisted ankle or anything like it.

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The water was cold on his skin, but at least the leather coat and the Vault-Suit kept it off from most of him, water just sliding against the fabric. Still, Norm closed tighter the neckline of the coat, trying to keep it from seeping down his neck and under his suit. Marigold didn’t have the same luck, only the leather bracers and short cape sliding off the rain, while pants and shirt were slowly and inexorably getting wet.

The water glimmered lowly in the light of day, and throwing looks to the trees showed the weird squirrels enjoying it, cleaning their sickly looking skins, drinking from the shallow puddles forming and licking stones. Somehow, the smell of petrichor was even more intense than the other night, the air inside his nose and lungs fresh, humid, totally different from the dry warm air he had gotten used to.

The paths that went through dry streambeds were more dangerous, not enough water to turn them into streams, but still making the rocks and stones slippery. Marigold repeated numerous times for him to be careful as she kept him ahead of her, always hugging him when they left those.

The rain eventually stopped, leaving only the fresh air and wet earth under their feet. The clouds disappeared in the sky, midday approaching, warming the day and the wind.

 It didn’t take long after it for them to see the large stone with the childish-looking bear painted on.

“Not long now.” He hummed under his breath.

“Yeah.” Marigold stopped suddenly, hand tightening in his before letting go and he frowned at her.

“What is it?”

She was already holding the hunting rifle ready, tip pointed to the ground, slowly approaching the stone, head turning and watching everything around. Norm stopped and looked around too, not hearing anything beyond the low chippering of the squirrels and the light squishing of her steps in wet ground.

Marigold squatted, gun pointing to the path as she watched something on the ground, and Norm approached, stopping beside her.

A footprint. Very clear in the ground, even as the earth was starting to dry up. A trail of those, and his eyes followed and followed… The path to the left.

“It was done after it started raining, so what… One hour and a half ago?”

“Around it.” He confirmed, swallowing.

“Light feet, it’s not as deep as it could be, most weight on the front… And smooth, which usually means leather soles, like mine.”

“Another Bear?” Oh, please, it would make things so much easier…

“Nope.” Marigold raised and stepped firmly close to the footprint. Besides the size – Marigold’s foot clearly way bigger than the footprint –, Norm immediately noticed it had a careful indent of a ‘B’ in the heel. “We mark our soles for this reason. It’s not always there’s ideal condition for it to appear, but when it does, it’s clear to see.”

Norm sighed, holding the revolver, even if unsure if he would be able to use it much; cutting a neck was one thing, shooting at someone was another.

“Hopefully whoever left those ignored the house.”

“That’s my hope too.” Marigold nodded and started for the path. “Now let’s keep silent, Norm-boy.” He nodded, following her and trying to imitate the light and almost soundless footsteps.

He concluded that he was really bad at it.

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The strings of a fiddle reached them before anything else as they walked; Norm guessed they were in the middle of the distance to the house.

Then someone humming along, happily, the sounds approaching, and Marigold looked back briefly, a confused look and a shrug, before looking back to the path.

A bend later, and a man became visible, Brotherhood jumpsuit, black but mud-stained in patches of browns, tall but not nearly as tall as Marigold.

Her hunting rifle went up, pointing at his head, and the man let out a high-pitched scream, raising his hands, a small object falling to the ground.

“PLEASE DON’T SHOOT!”

“What are you doing here, Brotherhood?!”

“I’m-I-I-I-” the man stuttered, trembling, eyes crossing to keep looking at Marigold’s gun.

Norm circled behind Marigold, noticing an open bag on the men’s shoulder, vegetables sticking from it. He hadn’t stopped to actually analyze Catarina and Sarah’s garden, but it seemed clear from where it had come.

“He was getting food from the garden.”

“THAT!”

A moment of silence, the man with hands still up, the short mousey-brown hair wet and sticking in all directions. The fiddle music still echoed and then Norm noticed it came from the object in the ground: a small radio.

“Brotherhood offers food for free to their members and there’s a corn field in the Observatory. Why are you here?” Marigold asked once more, words slow and paused, and Norm recognized the same coldness from when they had met the other Bounty-Hunter.

“I-I can’t return, they’ll kill me!”

Marigold frowned.

“Why?”

“I’m-I’m turning into a Ghoul! Here, look!” The man raised his head, exposing his neck.

It was Norm’s turn to frown.

“Describe what you see, Norm-boy. If you so much as twitch towards him, Brotherhood, I’ll blow your brains.”

The man nodded, fervently, and Norm slowly approached.

At the man’s neck, there it was.

“There a weird scar… It remembers a burn but… Not exactly? There’s weird grooves.”

“Sounds just like a radiation burn. So what, Brotherhood?”

“It-It was a bolt! Through my neck!” Norm blinked.

“You mean it healed like that instead of killing you?” he asked, and the man fervently nodded, and Norm looked at Marigold. There was a small ounce of pity in her face.

“Fuck.” Marigold. She breathed in. “Raise one foot, Brotherhood. Take a look at his shoes, Norm-boy.” Her voice was calmer and he remembered her explanations about how the Brotherhood persecuted ghouls and other people with mutations because of radiation. Apparently not even members were an exception.

Norm nodded and the man carefully did as she ordered.

“It’s rubber. There’s grooves in it. Not smooth.” He looked at the line of footprints they had been following. “His foot is also way bigger than those.”

Norm retreated back towards Marigold and the man put his foot down.

“Did you pass by anyone? Saw anyone? Heard?”

“No… I was in the garden by the better part of the morning. With the radio on.” Apparently Marigold’s calmer demeanor meant he was also calmer, clearly considering the risk of dying as lower.

But he was still wincing

“Of course you were.” Marigold sighed and rolled her eyes.

“How long have you been getting food from the garden?”

The man’s shoulder bunched up.

“Almost two weeks, I think. Didn’t saw anyone. There were things starting to dry and rot. Figured no one would miss some food, if it was going bad anyway.”

“Didn’t try and hack into the house?” Norm raised one eyebrow.

“Didn’t want to risk the owners finding me if they returned.”

“You must be at the narrow pass, on the other path.” Marigold raised an eyebrow and the man nodded. “Too narrow for Power-Armor and a lot of hidden crevices. Smart.”

Norm exchanged a brief look with Marigold. Not who had left the footprints, hadn’t heard anything… He felt a pit in his stomach, the disappearing form in the distance flicking through his mind.

Marigold mouthed one name: “James”. Norm swallowed. It horribly fit. The man knew where they were going, after all, even if didn’t know the exact location of Catarina’s house. If he had managed to survive, he didn’t even need to follow their trail.

In retrospect, if it was James, they were lucky to have found the place before him.

“Can I go now? I don’t want trouble.” The man had lowered his hands a little.

“You have been a deserter for almost two weeks?”

“… Yeah…” the man answered Norm’s question carefully.

Norm raised an eyebrow at Marigold. Almost two weeks. Not inside the Brotherhood anymore, but wandering the region. Maybe he knew something, at least from before the attack. God. He hopped so.

Marigold just nodded, gun tip to the ground.

“Not yet, Brotherhood.” The man groaned, hands lowering. “We need some information, but here’s too open. You walk ahead.”

“Fuck. Promise not to shoot or kill me?”

“If you don’t attack us or give me reason to think you know the owner of the footprints, then sure.” Marigold shrugged, the man’s shoulder’s slumping.

“Can I at least get my radio?”

Marigold grinned, extra trouble, and Norm snickered.

“Yes, but please turn it off. We heard it before we saw you, Brotherhood.”

The man’s ears burned red as he leaned down.

“It’s Thaddeus.” He grumbled and started walking, radio off.

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Thaddeus walked ahead of them, in silence, and Marigold kept her rifle pointed in his general direction.

Despite the warming of the day, her clothes almost dry, the footprints were still easy to follow. Marigold could clearly see how different from Thaddeus’ they were: the former Brotherhood also had heavy steps, weight evenly spread in the footprints. Someone used to carry heavy loads. Former Squire, she bet.

Then the house appeared, and the footprints went directly to the closed door.

If not for the radio, Marigold would doubt Thaddeus’ allegations of “didn’t see or hear”. And if it was James, and he had been the one to disappear probably thanks to a stealth-boy, then even without the radio.

He had managed to approach the terminal and put the holotape in the ranch without raising any alarm, after all.

She pulled Thaddeus by the neck of his jumpsuit, noses almost touching, making sure to show her teeth like a wild animal.

“You stay silent and quiet and don’t fucking run. If it’s who I think, you’re lucky he didn’t cut your neck.” She whispered, and Thaddeus nodded fervently.

Marigold let him go and he stumbled as his feet touched the ground again.

The perks of being so tall.

Norm was waiting her, and they slowly approached. There were sounds from inside, but the metal and concrete muffled it all enough that she couldn’t say what was causing it.

The door was closed, and Norm approached the terminal, fingers dancing over the keys. He mouthed “locked” and she carefully put her ear to the metal, noticing Thaddeus approaching carefully, hands twisting around each other.

A voice, amidst breaking glass… Slowly the voice became more recognizable as of fucking course James, and she mouthed it. Norm winced.

Then the words became easier to get and… Bloodbugs flying around? What?

Then she remembered the poisoned food and James penchant for eating other’s food, and she grinned, big.

She mouthed “Heart-Crasher”, slowly retreating, and Norm shook his head with a wry smile. Good choice of his, leaving it behind.

Marigold landed the rifle in the table carefully, then did the same with her backpack and bag-belt, Norm looking at her curiously.

She could still remember the razor touching Norm’s neck, the fear that James would say to Nip-Nip that they better kill Norm. The coward had run away and insisted on going after them. She wasn’t letting the poison do all the work. Besides, Heart-Crasher could take a fucking long time to kill sometimes.

Her Ma’s knife in one hand, the drop-point one in the other, then she mouthed at Norm to unlock the door.

Norm looked at her, frowning, then pulled her closest hand and kissed her knuckles. He mouthed something against her skin, and she couldn’t say what exactly. Norm’s eyes watery, he let go and turned to the terminal once more.

[sevileviathan]

Madam Red: Betty Grof

Official Reference Sheet of Madam Red Aka Betty Grof

This is her look for the Villian AU where Betty realizes that Simon never thought about her and that she did everything for him

She is a fusion between herself and Golb but overpowering Golb using its own chaos with anger and madness

Basic/raw lore of Villain Betty:

Madam Red's Playlist:

(still in the works)

When I talk about Villian Betty, I will refer her as Madam Red Other Info: Madam Red is in a loving relationship with my OC Ashton in this universe

as it's shown before orignal Ashton is in love with current Simon

This AU is NOT a Betty x Simon story, this is about Betty becoming a bad guy and hunting her Simon down (this is not original Betty!) So there will be no shipping between Simon and Betty

I do understand and acknowledge that Simon and Betty were lovers but in this AU she does and no longer loves Simon!

the AU hashtag for this AU is called MadamGolbAU If you want to draw fanart use the hastag MadamGolbfanart For random art I do for the AU, Look into the Hashtag SEVIGolbArt

I may or may not make a new hashtag for the mini comic but I will do my best to just link the pages on each page post

Send me a DM for songs you think would fit Madam Red and don't be scared to ask me things about the AU! but I can't promise I'll say a lot since it might spoil!

Also be mindful that I am busy with commissions and personal art if you wish to support me and follow my other platforms, Links below!

New Ashton Lore:

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[alex-a-fans]

Inspired by alot of people, I'm making an BTTF Au MasterList!!!

These are all my Au's, some have no content whatsoever. Good luck reading all of this, and thank you for the support!

Created: 2023-04-24

Last updated: 2023-11-28

Steven universe au

Our favorite duo - gems. First made as an au for "Friends thought timelines" Collab.

Meeting.

Fanfic.

Art: (on my deleted tumblr, so its just the reblogs):

Collab with Unk!

Blue Tiger Eye (Doc and Marty fusion)

Hell Valley doc doctober day 22 "Newspaper"

"Marty won" doctober day 15 "Victory"

"Broken Mirror" doctober day 17 "Mirror image"

"Jules and Verne" (SCRAPPED IDEA) doctober day 10 "Origin"

"Training" Doctober day 8 "Fight"

"Fliddlstyx Gem Marty amongst many other Marty Aus"

Thank you @bg-sparrow for reblogging most of them!!!!

New ones:

Doc and Jules

Mojave Turquoise

Over the garden wall bttf au

A silly au inspired by doc and woodsman sharing a voice actor.

A summary is that it is Verne's and Jules fever dream (they are so sick they share a dream), who take place of Wirt and Greg.

During the dream, they encounter many characters that remind them of the people they know.

The school teacher - Clara (also a Brown... Coincidence? I THINK NOT) with that comes to the relationship of the school teacher and Jimmy Brown. Well, The school teacher reminded me of Clara after Doc told the truth about him being a time traveler.

Woodsman - another doc reference, this time just the voice and more of nature of his. Also made a post of them on my deleted tumblr.

Woodsman's daughter - MARTY.

Beatrice - my and my friends oc Emerson, who's backstory is that she left her family at a young age.

Art:

2022 McFly July: woodsman and doc switch (REBLOG)

HP BTTF

Browns and McFly's in Hogwarts! Before the battle of Hogwarts.

Ravenclaw - Doc, Jules, Clara.

Gryffindor - Verne, Marty.

Slytherin - Lorraine (I don't know why!)

Hufflepuff - George.

Wish granter doc

Inspired by Aladdin. It is in the name. But Marty finds him and does not make the brightest wishes, and tries to impress Jennifer and Needles to prove he is not a chicken.

Alien doc au

Inspired by the animated series episode "My pops an alien". And the concept of doc being an alien being taken literally.

Species

Info on doc

First apearence

Sticker

Request of his favorite food

Hell Valley AU

Dancey dance.

Ramble

Alien Verne!

Depressing pov:)

Alteration Au.

Future au + Villian au

"The story follows now-47-year-old Marty who seems to have his life together, it couldn't be better if he was honest. A famous star with a family that he loved. Dreams came true for him. But will the past come back to bite him? Or will it not only affect him but his family and reputation?"

playlist

Future au

(Mine and my friends)

Set in 2015, with Emma and Evan being Verne's kids, Caleb being adopted Jules kid.

Jules is a teacher and Verne is a writer/artist.

The kids get along with Marlene and Marty Jr very well.

Evan Brown

Clara Witch Au

again, it's in the name, inspired by the animated series episode "Witchcraft". Marty finds out about her being a witch first during bttf 3 and tries to warn doc, who of course, does not listen. Marty also thinks that Clara used some sort of Love potion and so he becomes a protective bestie.

Time Lord doc Au

again, the name. BUT. He lives in Clock Tower and Marty goes there as a dare. There were rumors of it being haunted, but you know. Marty is not a chicken, does what the rumors say to do (like a mini ritual). At first the Time Lord seems irratated and annoyed. But he seems cool :')

Very steampunk-y

REDRAW

Actually, I can expand on any of these, just ask away! Thank you for reading all of this!!!!

[twixtandshout]

“nine” people you'd like to know better

Tagged by @gramoturtle!

Last song: Adrift, Dance with the Dead. I’ve got all my DwtD songs set up in a playlist for when I wash dishes and that just happened to be the last one that came up :D

Currently reading: Any fic I can get my hands on, basically. Right now I’ve got updates sitting in my inbox for a Trigun canon-fusion reincarnation fic (I am not actually into Trigun) and an OC-incarnated-into-(presumably??)-canon-character Naruto fic (I have never seen Naruto).

Current obsession: ...prooobably Legend of Zelda. Which I have never played and have no intention of playing, because I’m not really into the games so much as the Linked Universe, which I have never actually read and have no intention of reading because I’m mostly just interested in a bunch of Links running around doing things and comparing narrative parallels...

Man, those last two answers next to each other sure do paint Some kind of picture of me as a person. Anyway here’re some tags: @pidgeonpostal @anderazu @nickelanddamned @marshmellowextract

[yandereloveraw]

❤️‍🔥🔪Archeye (Anti & Archie fusion) playlist 🔪❤️‍🔥

❤️‍🔥 Wicked Games - The Weeknd

🔪 Bark Like You Want It - Sir-Mix-A-Lot

❤️‍🔥 Okay - Chase Atlantic

🔪 A Little Piece Of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

❤️‍🔥 Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz

🔪 I Wanna Be Your Slave - Maneskin

❤️‍🔥 Monster - Willyecho

🔪 Fuck The World - Hollywood Undead

❤️‍🔥 LIKE I WOULD (Troyboi Remix) - ZAYN (Jealouscore)

🔪 Possessive - Chris Brown (Jealouscore)

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Antisepticeye belongs to Sean McLoughlin aka Jacksepticeye

All songs belong to their creators

[queensparklekitten]

re: breaking down a character,

I mean, start you off easy with Tessa?

How I feel about this character

HOLY FUCK this girl's arc dragged me on a rollercoaster through the nine circles of hell and now I'm obsessed with her. It feels like she was made specifically for me to like her, I once made a corruption arc fantasy OC whose story bears remarkable similarities to hers. Also she is such a poor little meow meow oh my god. Like, my playlist for her includes All Eyes On Me, Ship In A Bottle, No Children, and Bring Me To Life level meow meow. She's my brother she's a princess she has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces she's literally me she's an egirl she's her own tarot card she's the most specialest girl in the world she's just some guy i can make her worse

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Rue, Will kind of

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Also the above two. And Undine. And Sylvia. And-

My unpopular opinion about this character

If you think she's straight I hope you die

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

She should play Hangman with Goops at her window.

That, or maybe, she as the Fusion has encountered Undine, and Goops wants to hurt her. Tessa does not. The two are merged in body and mind and yet this one thing is enough for her to begin fighting herself.

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface playlist 🖤

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC fanfiction

Masterlist

Hey everyone! Hope you’re doing well!

This is the playlist I listen to while writing TDATR (or is it TD&TR? Lmao), should I do a breakdown of song choices?

Lots of love from me, the next chapter is coming up soon 🖤

[shuuos]

things that i’m willing to do to procrastinate finishing amai’s playlist cover, apparently:

start preparing for making a 20cm amai plush

begin amai’s metal masters design (that i meant to start once i finish my rewatch of metal fusion)

start designing multiple genshin ocs

draw the assets for a whole video game

start animating a fake mfb scene for amai

[mildly-mandy]

The Making Of a Fanfic

Okay, so I've brought it up here before, but I have a fanfic I'm working on over on AO3. It's called Some Kind of Cyberpunk, and it's a Yoroiden Samurai Troopers/Digimon fusion fic.

Why, you ask? Because I could. But mainly because some years ago, I got a secondhand or more copy of the old Bandai DVD release of the Gaiden and Legend of the Kikoutei Armor OAV. One side had the dubbed Ronin Warriors version, and the other had the subbed Samurai Troopers version.

Gaiden is a WEIRD story. I think I read somewhere that it was a thank you for fans who supported the series. It's two episodes for a story that absolutely needed at least three or four, and it shows. Anyway, the storyline involves the Troopers discovering that their friend Seiji has been lured to America in order for a sorcerer and a mad scientist that I've described as an absolutely unlikeable version of Peter Venkman to experiment with controlling his armor via technomystical means. They meet up with a girl named Luna who wants revenge for her dead brother, and end up having to go to Los Angeles' Little Tokyo neighborhood to confront the culprits. Seiji is unhooked from the computer he's been hotwired into, and Luna dies taking a blow for the sidekick characters Nastui and Jun while trying to stab the sorcerer when he goes after them.

The OAV ends with them back in New York, reuniting with their friends, and Ryo throws a bouquet of flowers off of a bridge, presumably for Luna.

That's it. The events of this little storyline are never mentioned again, aside from the implication that Shuu has had to use the rest of the money he won in Gaiden to pay for their trip to Africa in the next OAV. The final OAV storyline, Message, is done mostly in monologues by the Troopers over flashback footage, and Seiji's episode never mentions the use of his armor to murder innocent people. Ryo's episode never brings up that a girl who loved him died in his arms, a smile on her face.

And that irked me. But more than that, I was inspired. Because as the computer freaked out over the Kikoutei super armor, I remembered how in Digimon lore Ikkakkumon was discovered in the computer of an Arctic research base. And then I wondered what kind of Digimon could have resulted from a teenage boy with mystical armor made from a demon lord's corpse being hotwired into a computer with occultic programming.

I organized what would become the prototype playlist that acted as a soundtrack. The characters came next. Dianamon has always played a major role in the story, but as the plot evolved, so did her role. Much has been made about the fact that she can shift to a human form. As of right now in the story, the reasoning behind that is a mystery to the characters, who are still in the dark about many things.

Sage has always been meant to be a riff on the Ronin Warriors dub, but it's also a misinterpretation of his first words when encountered. He is an embodiment of the program used to control the Korin armor (and something else), and due to the extensive connection with Seiji, has his memories up until a certain point.

The people who discovered him are original characters, a necessity for a series so focused on the core characters that there is pretty much no one else important to the series. Background characters are rare in Samurai Troopers, and the title characters and their three companions are always kept separate from them. Anyone else who interacts with them are either enemies or are going to die. That's it.

So I wanted a way for the OCs to be able to connect. And that's where Rachel and her parents come in. Rachel and her friend Jason like doing urban exploration, a practice of wandering around places that are obscure or off limits. This can be hazardous, due to various circumstances like building conditions, people, and surprise animals.

Rachel learned self defense from her father, a man who had joined the army after she was born to help his little family. After he was stationed in Okinawa when she was three, the events of the first arc of the Samurai Troopers TV series occurred, and he was among a group from his base sent into Shinjuku when the populace went missing. His experience would lead to a great deal of PTSD, an honorable discharge, and an eventual career as the paranormal consultant for the city of Los Angeles due to it. He's still amazed that that turned out to be an actual career choice, but has set up a network of informants and associates that keep an eye on the City of the Angels.

Rachel herself is a young foul mouthed blonde woman with a tendency to think with her fists when she's angry, something that has gotten her into trouble in the past. An encounter with a bully in kindergarten led her to her friend Jason, a quiet nerdy boy with black hair that's always falling into his eyes. They've been friends ever since, and he treats their exploration hobby like real life dungeon crawling, making maps and researching the places they visit. He gets a lot of help from Rachel's mother Laura, a librarian at the LA Public Library. A fellow nerd, Laura speaks her mind, a habit her daughter has picked up on (much to her chagrin).

A report about a hidden tunnel in a cemetery outside of a long abandoned Buddhist temple in Little Tokyo sets off the events of the story. There have long been stories about that part of the neighborhood, as the property had been known to be associated with a man who had a reputation as a sorcerer. People who crossed him tended to end up in bad shape, dead, or just never seen again and presumed dead. Wanting to check this out before the neighborhood kids get curious and investigate it themselves, Richard calls his daughter, asking her and Jason to help look things over before closing it off.

Needless to say, they find more than they bargained for, A burned out computer on a raised platform above a pool of water. Wires leading into the pool below, weighed down by a white shape that moves in a way that Richard Does Not Like. Scattered papers and notes about a process to mesh magic and technology, using what sounds like a teenager lured to the place for that specific purpose. An old army knife and a bloodstain. And then there's the boy who shifts like satellite signal in bad weather, who can give off static and emit lightning. Using what information they can gather from him and the notes, they form a theory about what happened.

They think Sage is a remnant created from a boy that died down in that moldy pit that still smells of ashes and rot.

They aren't right. But they're not wrong, either. They're just missing a great deal of information. Either way, they mean to track down his companions, the mysterious Samurai Troopers. Because they deserve to know that their friend is still alive, in a way.

But what's going to happen when they meet? What are these strange beings that call themselves Digimon, and just what can they do?

I have had a LOT of fun plotting out this story. It's been in my head for about ten years now, and I'm still tweaking it.