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[thebananaiscold]

Creeps/Creepypasta OC

Hello everyone this is my creeps/creepypasta oc. I made her after a while ago after watching all of the creeps episodes and getting mad there were no more episodes. Her name is Ashley, but she is most commonly known as “The Woods Witch” and “Red Boots”. Ashley is a Witch that makes poisons, potions, reads minds, can sometimes see things before they happen, and has the ability to shape shift and imitate others voices, she as you might have already guessed by the name “The Woods Witch”, she lives in the woods, but more specifically deep in the haunted woods of the underworld. She is very protective of her home and kills anyone who dares trespass on her property. Ashley sometimes wears a cloak and hood and the way people can tell it’s her is by looking for her signature red boots (hence the name Red Boots). She has one brown eye and one green eye, light freckles, darkening under her eyes, purple arms tainted from over using her powers, and long blonde curly hair. She is a Bi witch but also a lonely ass Demi girl. Ashley’s familiar is her mostly white raven named Melvacure. She uses him to send letters to people and deliver orders. Ashley has little minions that she uses sometimes to help carry out tasks for her such as gathering materials for potions and hunting down people she’s looking for. Even though she has millions of voodoo doll minions, she favors Vinny and Hector the most. Vinny and Hector are the only minions she has that are related to her directly (backstory for that later). Ashley is over 600 years old and is the underworld’s most well known and powerful witch, she has been making and selling potions longer than anyone else in the underworld and is known for making the very best potions and poisons around. Personality wise she is funny and wise with a touch of OCD, but is also an extremely vengeful and petty witch, who is known to hold grudges and curse the bloodlines of those who have crossed her in the past. (She has a book of people she hates) This is the main reason why she decides to target Will and tries to have Will Grossman killed due to her bad blood with Issac Grossman (another backstory). Ashley first attempts to send her voodoo doll minion Vinny in an attempt to poison Will, but unfortunately Vinny is a little bit too clumsy and forgetful so instead of poisoning Will he trips breaking the vile, and on the way home gets distracted by a butterfly completely forgetting his mission and spending the rest of the day picking flowers to bring to Ashley instead. After Vinny returns with his flower crown in hand, Ashley is of course disappointed that he failed, but can’t stay mad at him because he is a little cinnamon roll. Ashley then sends Hector in another attempt to kill Will, unlike Vinny, Hector is tall, determined, and insanely strong. Hector climbs in through Will's window at night and proceeds to strangle Will. Just as Will is about to pass out laughing Jack magically appears and immediately goes after Hector slicing one of his arms clean off. After getting his arm sliced off Hector runs off with Laughing Jack hot on his tail, somehow Hector is able to outrun Jack and after Jack loses him, he returns to Will's room and looks at the severed plush arm on the floor. Upon inspection he sees a tag sticking out and realizes that the infamous Woods Witch was the one behind the attack. Hector returns home and as soon as she realizes Hector was injured by the clown and Will is still alive, she decides to take matters into her own hands and goes after both the boy and the clown herself.

[rainbowgod666]

Honey (love the transgender hunter icon. You're so real for that) with all due respect this puts the bar for anything i might ever produce as an artfor to require the actual murder of someone. I understand this is the "Magnus Archives And Whatever" bit between this and night vale i think i would have to drop a nuke irl just to get even a HINT of recognition. Like come on sweetie did you seriously think i knew anything about TMA when i made that post?😇

SEASON 5!!!

It's finally here!!! wooo!!!

This one took me longer just because it's spring cleaning time

[fallenrockstars]

INTRODUCING MY FURRY GUYS I GUESS. OR WHATEVER.

Kicking off this account I guess with a selection of (at this point, quite old) Toyhouse icons I did of my miscellaneous OC’s. All from basically the same universe, but some of them may be part of different unrelated stories from one another

Below the cut, I’ll give a super brief description of my main OC stories and who each character is is.

—————————————— I have three or four story projects in active/current development at the present, but I’ll introduce the two most developed ones.

My main one is currently in need of a new title, but it’s a horror dramedy / murder mystery. about my fictional band with the tremendously on-the-nose name Dead Celebrities— whose rise to fame also coincides with a series of strange murders of several other prominent musicians in town. The story basically revolves around the members of the band trying to deduce who may be responsible for the killings, all while trying to stay alive themselves. The further they investigate, not only do they begin suspect one of their own may be the culprit, but that said culprit may be involved with even more sinister forces than they could have imagined.

My second one is called The Devil You Know, which revolves around the lead protagonist Nico who aspires to be a famous rock musician, but feels stifled by his chronic ailments and lack of skill. Through a boredom induced ouija board mishap, he finds himself summoning a demon who makes a deal with him to grant him otherworldly musical skill— unfortunately this leads to said demon possessing Nico, so now he must live with the experience of having the world’s worst roommate and a parasite wrapped up all in one ancient evil entity.

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As for the individual characters, I’ll introduce each in picture order from left to right.

1 / JESSE: Grumpy, broody, moody guitarist for an 80’s rock / heavy metal band called Dead Celebrities. Deep down very kind and sensitive despite what his aloof, offputting demeanor may indicate. Many wild town rumors circulate around him due to his mysterious nature, all of which are far more interesting than his actual life. Main protagonist of my murder mystery story. Also the main one trying to investigate the murders.

2 / CHERRY: One of Jesse’s best friends and member of Dead Celebrities’ rival band called Lost Daughters. A sarcastic spitfire and also her band’s lead singer. Is basically everyone’s wise older sister… even if she’s a bit smug about it sometimes. Part of the murder mystery story.

3 / PINK: Part of a story somewhat unrelated to the two I mentioned. His story takes place in the late 2000’s-early 2010’s. Former teen heartthrob kid’s sitcom actor turned somewhat washed up emo singer and social media personality. Has been cancelled every week for the past several years. Has made multiple YouTube apology videos. He’s kind of a fuckboy asshole (but he does redeem himself somewhat)

4/ WILEY: Weirdo bassist for Dead Celebrities and armchair paranormal expert. Professionally mentally ill, couch surfs and does odd jobs for income. Freaks out his roommates by doing seances in the apartment. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Donnie’s older half-brother.

5/ MEPHISTOPHELES: Demon. Nico’s parasite. Will drink all your pepsi and call you a bitch. Is the eternal spirit of a former musician. Part of the The Devil You Know story.

6/ DONNIE: Dorky rhythm guitarist and occasional keyboardist for Dead Celebrities. Painfully earnest and sweet. Has an unrequited crush on Jesse. Chronic nervous wreck but overcompensates with extreme friendliness. Overcaffeinated, sleep-deprived med school student. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Wiley’s little half-brother.

7/ EDDIE: Dead Celebrities’ drummer and casanova extraordinaire. Good with the business side of the band stuff. Gregarious, excitable, goofy personality. Really having fun with the whole rock-star persona thing. Think Jack Black type vibes. He’s also Cherry’s boyfriend. Part of the murder mystery story.

8/ RIOT: Part of a story partially connected to the murder mystery one. Goofy himbo glam metal party boy who don’t want nothin’ but a good time. Clinically oblivious.

9/ NICO: Perpetually anxious, poorly socialized shut-in with chronic illness and barely any exposure to the outside world. Craves a change of pace in the form of fame, but unfortunately a deal with a demon to gain said musical prowess resulting in said evil entity taking up partial residence in his body wasn’t the kind of shake-up he was wanting. Not to mention, the effects of acute demon possession have been taking a serious toll on his health… Part of the The Devil You Know story.

[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie would like you to know that I have recently become obsessed with your writing and oc’s like I have read more these past couple of days on tumblr than I did for the entirety of my high school years. As an elder gen z I have some pretty weird thing I say that I personally find hilarious but I don’t think that your characters would like.

One such thing is that instead of calling it sex I like to say Devils Tango in the most obnoxious voice ever and I’m wondering how the icons would react in terms of like finding it funny like me or forbidding me from ever using it again

["Elder gen z". Fuck you mean elder gen z- I'm older gen Z. We're elders now? 🥲 I'm glad you're having fun though :7. I've always done a lot of reading, writing not so much.]

Most of them already find the way the legend of "the Devil" is perpetuated in spite of there being physical proof that Hell and its Rings are currently occupied by seven different demonlords to be kind of ridiculous.

Vesper finds it funny that mortals continue to associate sensuality and desire with Hell specifically. It gives him a sense of pride, he feels that he actively contributes to this view, to the allure of Lust as a Ring- Even if people continue to have that ever boring misconception about Hell's power structures. You can call it whatever you want, he's rolling with it.

Kalymir, as you know, is a fan of raunchy terminology. He's a lot more likely to just say he wants to gape your holes- No filter no shame. It's just built into him, to express sex almost always through a violent lens. An euphemism that simple is bound to have him groaning in irritation and calling you a little bitch.

Zizz is only going to roll his eyes. It's so typically human of you to use an expression like that. At the same time that he has to admit it's a novelty, he's also vaguely in pain from the remark.

Rinx laughs every time you say it, because it's simply so dumb a term to him. It endears you to him, truly. It also totally shatters a more serious atmosphere if that's what was happening until you opened your mouth to say those words.

Vorticia cannot mask the way her eyelids twitch or the way her smile tenses in a hard cringe. You're kind of killing her mood. Please use anything else. She won't mention it.

Cero quickly shuts you down by claiming that the "Devil" doesn't exist. You're being dumb when you say those things- Just tell him you want him.

Livius will not hesitate to pick up on this terminology. Oh you want to do the mattress mambo? In the mood for horizontal hula? Some hanky-panky? Getting busy in the boudoir?? Do you want to make whoopee with him? Please stop this menace.

[oddmawd]

THE SIGHT UNSEEN - Chapter 24: "Rei's Nine Lives of Conversation Avoidance"

SUMMARY: Yamato Rei pays the bills by telling fake fortunes to unwitting suckers... or so she thinks. Turns out half her customers are demons and her lying ass has been predicting the future with uncanny accuracy for years. On account of her growing reputation, Rei just landed on the radar of the same demon who murdered her aunt, and her only hope of survival is a mirror haunted by the ghost of an ancient warrior queen, her burgeoning psychic powers, and a certain Spirit Detective and his friends. Specifically the pretty one with red hair who seems to see right through her... Kurama is as mysterious as he is beautiful, and when Rei must stay at Genkai’s temple for protection on the eve of Yusuke and Keiko’s wedding, she finds herself growing closer and closer to the one man who’s sworn to keep everyone at arm’s length. But both Kurama and Rei hide behind high walls of their own creation, and it’ll take more than their eventual friends-with-benefits arrangement to see those walls come crumbling down — provided the demons hunting Rei don’t tear her limb from limb, first.

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

PAIRINGS: Kurama/OC, Yusuke/Keiko

RATING:  E(xplicit) (MDNI, 18+) (but this chapter is T+)

WORD COUNT: 12.3k for chapter 24

GENRE: Supernatural Romance

FANDOM: Yu Yu Hakusho

TAGS: Opposite of a slow burn, friends with benefits, mutual pining until it explodes, mystery, being stalked by demons, fortune telling, supernatural powers, inheritance, hair loss (main character has alopecia and is mostly bald), insecurity, family trauma, found family, new friends, weddings, 

WARNINGS: N/A for chapter 24

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CHAPTER 24: "Rei's Nine Lives of Conversation Avoidance" - Excerpt

As soon as Rei ascertained with (somewhat relative) certainty Kurama would no longer be able to see her bright red face, Rei covered her face with her hands and screamed.

Well, sort of. She kind of mimed screaming, if that makes sense, with lots of air rushing up her windpipe and her face contorting into an impressive mimicry of Edvard Munch’s most iconic work, and she was only just a fraction louder than that particular work of art. She whisper-screamed into the void and staggered haphazardly around the unfortunate stretch of porch that bore witness to her dramatics, throwing herself at railings and support poles and sliding down them until she lay in a heap upon the floor. Then, as a bamboo deer scare popped nearby, she rolled around a bit, face still buried in her hands, dragging her fingers down her cheeks as she held back screeches of embarrassment, mortification, and shock at her own goddamn audacity.

Because holy fucking shit, gang — Rei was a bad bitch of the highest order with confidence to spare and an ass that just won’t quit, but propositioning Kurama to his face was bold even by her standards. She was long past her fun party-girl phase and hadn’t been so forward with a potential sexual partner in years. She was pursuing a master’s degree in library sciences, for fuck’s sake! What the hell had gotten into her?

Rei was a confident person, sure. She’d taken her clothes off in front of a crowd, danced in a tiny dress in front of judges without breaking a sweat, and worn a wig in a windstorm for a photo shoot, but even she wasn’t usually that brazen with an overture. She’d all but crafted an engraved invitation beckoning Kurama to waltz his (very fine) ass right back into her bed!

But then again, it was easy to be confident when you had a cheat code. A little inside scoop, if you will. Because a certain very interesting prophetic dream glimpsed in the bottom of Rei's teacup still hadn’t come true. That future moment hadn’t happened yet, and that meant…

Still lying prone upon the porch, Rei shivered. Things were not over between the two of them, she was sure of it.

Eventually she managed to scrape herself off the floor and head indoors. Sooner was better than later for floor-scraping, Rei thought. After all, Kurama had indicated he would follow her inside for a cup of coffee (a literal one, not the metaphorical cup one might use to lure a hookup to your apartment for the evening, but Rei digressed as she was wont to do when held in the grip of slutty panic). Seeing her rolling around like a cat who’d gotten into the nip stash would probably kill any chances she had with the reserved man, anyway. As it stood, despite her inside scoop leading the way, she wasn’t entirely sure if he’d ever want to speak to her again — not with the level of intimacy they’d been sharing up until that point, at least. He’d probably back off a bit now that so many lines had been crossed. Or maybe “playing it cool” meant he’d never speak to her again for as long as they lived.

Either way, she’d follow his lead. That much she could handle.

And in what was perhaps a bit of cosmic foreshadowing, Himiko had given Rei the silent treatment. After tucking Kurama in for the night, she’d worried the old queen would give her an earful as soon as her head hit the pillow, but nope. Himiko had remained as silent as the grave she had avoided by sealing herself into that ancient mirror. No dream visits had occurred, not even to scold Rei for co-sleeping with the fox demon Himiko loved warning her about. That seemed like a prime moment for a great-great-great-great-grandmotherly lecture. Rei wasn’t entirely sure what the unexpected silence might bode in its stead.

Dreams untroubled, Rei had awoken that morning to find Kurama sleeping soundly at her side. Bastard was pretty even with his hair rumpled and teeth unbrushed, clothes hanging off his toned chest like a model carefully staged to look both elegant and disheveled in the early morning light. God, Kurama was in way better shape than Rei had expected him to be. He had a dancer’s body, by Rei's estimations: lithe and strong with muscles easily hidden beneath tailored slacks and collared shirts. But with his shirt unbuttoned and tits out, so to speak (scratches from her nails still trailing down to his taut abs, she noted), he was positively delicious. It had taken quite a bit of willpower to not wake him then and there and discover how down to clown he was without alcohol flooding his system. Instead she’d left him in her bed and gone to bathe, scrubbing herself from top to bottom with some of the fancy, strongly scented soap Botan had brought with her to the shrine. No telling how good demons’ senses of smell were. She knew Kurama would want privacy, and she had done her best to accommodate his expected anxieties by stripping the lingering scent of roses and earth from her skin.

How she’d kept a straight face in front of Hokushin when she ran into him in the hall just afterward was beyond her. He’d come storming through just as she exited the onsen, the demon clearly panicked about something, and his eyes had bugged when he saw her coming. In his fist he carried an empty bottle of sake — the exact same bottle a furtive Yusuke had asked Keiko to put away somewhere the night before. Rei had gone with Keiko at the time, and they’d placed it on a table with the other liquor. Neither had thought much of it in the moment, but now, seeing the look on Hokushin’s face…

“Yamato-san.” He held the bottle out, beady eyes intent on her face. “Did you see who drank this?”

“Drank…?” She blinked at him innocently, quick mind was already doing some rather unfortunate math. “No, sorry. Was it important?”

While he babbled about precious wedding-night gifts and unbreakable Alaric consummation traditions and mildly aphrodisiacal wines, she’d crunched the appropriate numbers and realized exactly what Kurama must have been sipping on all evening. But while she felt bad for Hokushin, who was even balder than she was and therefore an automatic friend to Rei, she hadn’t told him she suspected Kurama had imbibed the dubious wedding present. Instead she’d directed him toward Chu, wherever he was, in a classic misdirect toward the insatiable drunk.

“Chu?” Hokushin’s brow furrowed. “He prefers his ogre-killer.”

“True,” said Rei sagely, “but he was coming onto me all night, and if that liquor has the effect you claim it does…”

Hook, line, sinker. Hokushin had taken the bait and stormed off with gutting Chu like a fish on his mind, and Rei — feeling accomplished at her subterfuge, and mildly vengeful toward Chu after the evening prior — had gone to the kitchen to make coffee. That’s where Kurama had found her, and then he’d pulled her into the woods, and then she’d propositioned him because oh god oh god oh god, she’d lost her damned mind! 

But dwelling on her lapses in sanity wouldn’t do anyone any good, least of all Rei, so right back into the kitchen she went. She’d made allusions of breakfast to Kurama, after all, and she wasn’t the type to go back on a promise.

This time, however, she found the kitchen occupied by Keiko, who stood over the brewing coffee pot with eyes like a sleepy hawk’s. Botan yawned behind her at the kitchen table, looking in similar need of caffeine. Sleepy though she appeared, Keiko glanced at Rei askance, eyes roving over her in an assessing sweep.

But it was Botan who spoke, smile drowsy and soft. “You’re up awfully early, Yamato.”

Rei laughed as she slipped into the chair beside Botan. “Back atcha.”

Keiko nodded at the coffee maker. “You put the pot on?”

“Yeah.”

“Bless you.” Keiko sighed, relieved. “I need it.”

“Up late?”

“Yes.” Keiko fought back a yawn. “But I’ve got too much to do to be sleeping in.”

“You should let Yusuke know,” Rei said with a slow smile of her own, “before he drags you off for another midnight garden makeout session.”

Keiko gasped. “You saw that!?”

“A good Fixer has eyes and ears everywhere.”

While Keiko grumbled about Yusuke keeping his hands to himself, flushing a pretty shade of pink all the while, Rei busied herself prepping breakfast and pretending she hadn't just intentionally deflected the conversation away from whatever the hell she had been up to last night. Far better to embarrass Keiko into changing the subject herself than have her ask the reciprocal question of “Gee Rei, what did you get up to everyone else was sleeping? Fuck any foxes?” And with Botan sitting right there, this was a question Rei simply could not tolerate. Yes, yes, shift the narrative, Keiko…no one will suspect a thing…

And the tactic appeared to work, because Keiko immediately looked away, cleared her throat, and launched into a monologue. “Anyway. I have a lot of my plate today,” she said, looking anywhere but at Rei. “Mostly just making sure the logistics are in order. Flowers on time, the cake delivery, and of course the guests, more decor…” She stopped counting on her fingers when the dulcet sounds of ‘Fur Elise’ began to play from her pocket on tiny speakers. “Oh, speak of the devil, that’s probably the wedding band. Give me a second…”

Leave it to Keiko to have such a classy ring-tone, Rei thought to herself. She watched with a satisfied (dare I say it, smug) smile as Keiko left the kitchen. The bride-to-be looked quite grateful to have somewhere else to be if Rei was judging the sheepish look on her face accurately…

But Rei had lightly miscalculated the situation, because Botan was definitely still in the kitchen and absolutely gearing up to ask a question of her own, if the serious expression she aimed in Rei’s direction were any indication. Luckily the grim reaper had other things on her mind and asked an innocuous question; privately, Rei’s nerves deflated somewhat.

“Say, Yamato. Keiko and I were talking, and we were wondering — what do you plan to wear to the wedding?” Botan spoke with a degree of hesitation Rei didn't quite understand, as if worried about causing offense. “You packed in an awful hurry, and you didn’t get much warning that you’d be attending a wedding of all things…

Oh, so that was it. “Don’t worry,” Rei said. “I came prepared.”

Botan looked surprised (and Rei felt nearly offended after all). “You did? Really?”

“My friend,” said Rei with grave solemnity, “|I don’t travel anywhere without at least two evening looks in tow.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Oh yeah.” She had to suppress a laugh; to someone like Rei, the alternative was positively absurd. “Former ballroom dancer, hardcore girl’s girl — I have never traveled light in my entire life, and no amount of homicidal, eyeball-eating demons could hope to cramp my style.” But because Botan still looked adorably skeptical, Rei explained, “I brought three full sized suitcases on this little venture, if that tells you anything. At least two dresses in them ought to work for the wedding. I could even do an outfit change for the reception.”

The I-don’t-want-to-offend-you expression was back in full force. “Keiko will want to see the looks, if you don’t mind. Is that all right?”

“What, it’s not a color-coded dress code or something, is it?”

“No, she’s not that fussy.” Botan hesitated a moment. “But she does want to make a good impression on the demonic dignitaries.” Her eyes dropped, nervous. “So…”

Ah. So that was it. When it came to event attendance, Botan and Keiko had only seen Rei in some of her more egregious outfits: the men's-suit-with-no-shirt-on-underneath-and-a-neon-party-wig ensemble she had worn to the bachelor party, and her truly unfortunate Eastern European fortune teller get-up from the first night they’d all met, neither of which was sure to inspire much confidence in Rei’s ability to dress herself for a formal wedding. But Rei wasn't offended that Botan and Keiko wondered if she had packed wedding-appropriate attire before their madcap rush to reach the temple. Rei had been running around in spandex workout gear while training with Genkai, too, which was also the opposite of good wedding attire. Hell if Rei would ever begrudge a bride for caring about the appearance of her guests, especially if some of them were dignitaries from another dimension.

Another dimension. Jesus tap-dancing Christ. Rei would never get used to that.

“Oh, don't worry,” said Rei. “I have just put the doctor ordered. Or just what the wedding planner ordered. Whatever whoever is in charge ordered, I have, so — ”

The kitchen door burst open. Keiko stormed inside. She paced over to the stove and swiped up a coffee cup before snatching the coffee pot from its cradle. The coffee was still dripping from the filter, but she didn't appear to care, letting precious drops of it spill all over the overflow tray in her haste to get caffeine in her system. As soon as she could, she tossed back a shot with a grimace, face red, but probably not just because she had downed a scalding mouthful of coffee.

Call it a hunch, but when Keiko exclaimed “Oh, this is terrible!” with the expression of a person who’d just slipped and fallen in cow manure, Rei got a feeling her prediction was right on the money.

“Are you OK, Keiko?” Botan said. “Whatever is the matter?”

Keiko’s eyes flashed wild. “The band just canceled!”

“What?!”

“The band, the wedding band — they canceled!” Keiko threw up her hands, coffee sloshing over her bare wrist. She cursed and said, “They just played some festival and they all came down with the flu. The singer could barely even talk on the phone, he was so sick.”

Botan put a hand to her cheek “That’s terrible!”

“The wedding is the day after tomorrow.” Keiko moaned, cradling her singed wrist. “What am I going to do?”

“He didn’t have a replacement for you?” Rei asked with a frown.

“No. Should he have?”

“Most bands have friends in the community they can call if something like this happens." She had worked with enough of them in her day to know that much for sure. “And most contracts have a cancellation clause, too.”

“Well, he didn’t mention it, and I don’t remember what the contract said.” Keiko wrenched out her phone, fingers tapping franticly at the screen. “Do I have a copy handy? Oh, what am I going to do?”

“Could we call Koto, Juri and Ruka?” Botan asked. “They’re attending the wedding, so maybe their contacts — "

“Wait.” Rei stared at Botan in rapidly mounting shock. “Not that Koto, Juri and Ruka, right?”

The Demon Trio — an idol group that had debuted some years prior and reached meteoric heights in the Japanese entertainment world, whose fame and notoriety soon went international, cementing them as bonafide superstars all over the world. Their whole schtick was that they wore fake ears and tails (Juri and Koto) and did magic on stage as part of their act (Ruka), staying strictly in-character as supernatural beings while singing, dancing, and performing their very pretty asses off. Hell, their first album was called ‘Sirens,’ and it goes without saying they’d leaned into the gimmick whole hog.

At least, Rei had assumed it was all a gimmick. Like the rest of the world, Rei had chalked up their anatomical accoutrement to some kind of bizarre costuming choice. But with everything Rei had learned about the world (or worlds, to be more precise) over the past few days, she got the sense the Demon Trio’s little act may not have been an ‘act’ at all.

And like a guillotine coming down to sever Rei’s perception at the neck, Botan looked at her, sighed, and admitted: “Yes, that Koto, Juri and Ruka.”

“Oh my god,” said Rei.

“They’re old friends of ours,” said Keiko.

“Oh my god.”

“And they’re an instrumental part of the integration of demons into the world of humans,” added Botan.

“Oh my god!”

Botan smiled sympathetically at Rei, who had begun staring at the wall with the expression of a particularly stressed-out lobotomy patient. “You doing OK there, Yamato?”

“Oh, y’know. Just recalibrating my view of society and reality at large. Again.” Rei draped her arm over her eyes, head tipping backward over the back of her chair. “Every day at Genkai’s shrine is a new revelation for me, ya boy.”

Keiko hummed under her breath. “That’s not a bad idea to reach out to them, though. They have to know someone, right? At least a DJ…” She let out a groan. “And the band was supposed to play the wedding march!”

Keiko left the room in a hurry to make the call, Botan looking appropriately horrified on her behalf. Rei felt terrible for her too, of course. The wedding was the day after tomorrow, and here they were without a band for the reception. Sure, Rei could offer to DJ the party with her phone hooked up to a speaker (she certainly had an extensive enough music library for the job), but that was hardly the same thing as having a live band. Certainly less impressive, and it lacked the ambiance Keiko no doubt wanted to provide her royal guests. This was, without a doubt, an absolutely awful turn of events…

A pang of guilt speared her, cold and cutting. She squashed it down, though, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of her head as it struggled to be heard — and either Botan had eats like a bat or was a little psychic herself, because she looked at Rei and brought up the exact damn thing Rei was trying very hard not to think about. Rei often thought of herself as a cat with nine lives, but it seemed she’d used up all her subject-avoidance chances for the day in her earlier preemptive deflection with Keiko. Fuck.

“Well, Fixer.” Botan’s magenta eyes opened wide and plaintive. “Any ideas Keiko knows the Demon Trio, but you know some entertainers of your own, don’t you? Maybe your burlesque friends have connections we could leverage?”

“Yeah.” Rei swallowed, studying her coffee cup. “Maybe.”

But ‘maybe’ was a damn lie, because Rei did have connections she could leverage. One in particular she had no doubt would come through for her in a flash, in fact. In spite of that certainty and her loyalty to Keiko both screaming at her to make the call, Rei did not get her phone out of her pocket. Instead she waited, sipping her coffee in silence while Botan fretted, until Keiko returned to the kitchen looking equal parts panicked and morose.

“Koto and the others are so busy, I can’t get a hold of them,” she said, slumping into a seat and putting her forehead on the table. “Their manager couldn’t even get them on the phone.”

“Oh no!” Botan turned to Rei again, looking more plaintive than ever. “Yamato? You said you maybe had something?”

Rei sucked in a breath. “Well — “

She started to say no, because dammit, that’s what she wanted��to say, what she needed to say. But then Keiko swung hopeful eyes her way, and the words died on Rei’s lips.

“Yamato? Do you have an idea?” she asked.

And Rei's willpower crumbled like a sand castle on an angry shore, because Keiko’s tentative smile and pleading eyes cut to the heart and dissolved her defenses in one heavy wave. Rei sighed and patted her wig, slowly getting up from the table as a hollow formed in the pit of her belly.

“It’s not a sure thing, but yeah,” Rei said, every word heavy on her tongue. “There’s a call I can make.”

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Ocs. please spill.

okay okay okay

my story follows 6 god-type characters who fuck shit up. they dont follow any moral compass and yeah. they are also based off of different villain stereotypes.

Green: rich bitch. fucking icon. uses 'darling' and 'dear' to piss people off. is really hot. can control minds and raise the dead. hot doctor core. is missing an eye but in a cool way

Blue: white leather jacket. bubble tea. gender envy. drugs in alleys. would rip your enemies apart and you would do the same. coordinates outfits. a slut in every way you could imagine.

Red: Punk. kind of an asshole. surprised she has friends. would rather break and enter than use a front door. would pretend to not care if you gave her a cool rock but would probably cry afterwards. dyed hair. needs a hug.

Orange: rich stoner kid core. hates her father core. refuses to wear shirts properly. smokes too much even for an immortal being. last reincarnation died in hiroshima. cleanup crew. black umbrella.

Yellow: ANXIETYANXIETYANXIETY. is missing her bottom half but thats ok because she built herself cool spider legs. scientist and engineer. nice and friendly vibe. would buy you coffee and snuggle up together on cold winter days.

Purple: traumatic backstory. was replaced by a clone of itself by Green a while ago (for reasons. not malicious ones tho) nonverbal <3 (its mouth is sewn shut). really fucking tall. hat man

(these are my main and first ocs let me know if you wanna hear about the others or these guys in more detail)

@tinksro is this accurate

[beastabyss666]

The new Mammon and Fizz episode has been released and I wanna put my two cents in.

The palette is oooof........ One of the most "hard to watch" HB episodes. Seriously, hasn't anyone told Vivzie that her colour choices are just utterly failed?

Mammon was simply annoying and cringe, especially considering he's one of the highest "demons". He curses every few seconds, has an Australian accent and is some kind of a rock star(because......because). Oh yeah, he's also a very bad guy, cuz he disrespects women! Also I find it funny that Vivzie said in one of her tweets that she apologizes the fans wouldn't like him, as he's "fat and ugly". In reality, he's just a typical Vivziepop-ish male character, having sharp teeth and eyes without pupils. And his "fatness" is just looking like a Christmas tree with a round body.

Overdetailed backgrounds and sloppy animation, as always. Some moments look reeeeeally stiff. Maybe Vivzie starts drawing easier backgrounds and make characters with less details so the animation was better and faster to produce? Just dreaming.......

The songs are just generic tasteless pop-stuff. Gosh, I just wish they have a better composer cuz it's tiring to hear these cheap pop tunes every time. Maybe get some real rock or something with synthesizer........ I don't know.....

The background characters in this episode look much less like some early Deviantart furry OCs or cosplay freaks, which is a real plus. Take some cuties:

Hee hee goat boy

Hee hee goat girl(kinda accurate to the demonology, love it).

I really like the left amphibia girl, she's so pretty. Also yeah, bg characters really look better than in previous episodes. Almost like they were drawn by someone who actually knows their job well and doesn't make every person look like different art style or different teenager's OC.

Fizz being tired to be a clown for entertainment, having panic attacks, dealing with crazy fans and a shitty boss was honestly a good idea but the final song was just too weak to handle it. If it was done better, it would be really good.

The sigh language kid is cute and it was interesting to see a disabled person being cheered and supported by another disabled person.

Oh wow Viv made another female characters whose entire personality is being bitchy and arrogant(even to each other, though they're sisters they're calling each other whore, bitch etc.). Can't wait for the fanbase to hate these two or lust for them in the worst way possible.

Though there were actually some beautiful and......esthetic frames.

Am I the only one who never understood why Fizzarolli is considered a sex icon in this show? Like, yeah, Mammon said that he'll exploit his "clown employee" in every way possible and it's all for money, but I still don't get the whole "having tons of sex dolls based on him" thing. Who in sanity would buy a sex doll of Fizz? He looks like a stick with limbs and painted face, which is somehow considered sexy by Vivzie or her fans? Wouldn't it be more logical for a woman to be a sex icon? Lots of real women, including teen idols, were sexualized and fetishized for media by their producers and shown as beauty icons. But I just couldn't imagine the same with males. Like, I'm sorry, but to me Fizz who's a circus performer, celebrity and a sex icon is in the same category as Angel Dust who's a porn star, stripper and prostitute at the same time.

I'm very glad there wasn't much Blitzo.

It's funny that this girl looks like a better design for Loona than Loona herself, lmao.

It's actually a progress to see that Vivzie didn't fetishize a romantic relationship between two men and actually showed them as a loving couple which doesn't talk about sex and cocks every five seconds. She actually has put some unexpected effort in it.

Oh wait she didn't—

[timeslugarts]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!

Here's a Vox x Vera(oc) super Valentine's Day special!

Also like I'm still super shy about sharing my writing, so i really hope you enjoy it.

It's a little risqué but nothing too bad.

Vox wrung out his hands nervously. He just had to get through his morning and an afternoon meeting, and then he'd be able to spend his evening with Vera. He peeked at the clock, only 9:30. Oh god, this was gonna be a long day.

It was going to be their first Valentine's day, really it was Vox's first Valentine's day he spent with someone he actually liked. Normally it would just be him and Valentino doing unmentionable things to each other while completely plastered out of their minds. This time it was different though, he loved her, he would never tell her, but he did, and he was gonna be damned if something fucked today up. 

He pulled his phone out to send a quick text, he had the whole thing planned, time tables and everything.

Vox: you free later tonight?

20 minutes passed. His nerves were so taut. What if she said no? What if, and God forbid, she already had plans. They weren't mutually exclusive, but he had hoped… that maybe… 

Vera: I'm all yours tonight baby, usual place?

Vox's fans kicked on. She had no idea what she did to him. 

The day dragged by so slowly, hearing everyone bitch and moan and having to deal with all of their problems. Valentino threw some sort of 5 hour stream event to celebrate the holiday. Velvette releasing a Valentine's themed clothing line. They were booked solid, the Vees were icons here in Hell, everyone wanted to be them, to look like them, to fuck them. Sometimes it was a little much, but it was great for business, so Vox kept pushing on. 

Any issue that arose he handled with relative ease and only mild complaining. He was too nervous to put his whole mind into it. 

Finally the time was here, he put on a simple black suit, something a little fancier than his usual attire. Grabbed his gifts and headed to the door.

"Where do you think you're going papito?" 

Shit. Val. 

Val strutted over to Vox wearing something leather and skimpy, he had been drinking his breath reeked of alcohol.

"Just out to eat with a uh… date." 

"You're not seeing that BITCH again are you?" Vox winced at the word, "Come on baby, you always spend Valentine's with me." Val purred, stroking a finger over Vox's antenna. 

"Val- I really have to go." He was trying to be delicate, he knew Val was going to be mad regardless of what he said, but he'd just have to deal with that later.

Before Valentino could get another word in Vox zipped out of the building and towards the bar. What Vox didn't hear was Valentino screaming the whole way after him.

The bar Vox and Vera met at was small, kind of disgusting, but private and away from any watchful eyes and that's what Vox liked most. He had her all to himself. 

When she arrived his system kicked into overdrive, she had a black velvet coat on and still it was enough to get him going. Why did he suddenly feel so sweaty?

"Heya kitten," she purred at the sight of him, "why the sudden invite?" She slowly sat on her side of the booth and ordered a glass of wine. 

Vox felt his heart drop, she thought this was just another day. Of course she would, she wouldn't care about Valentine's day. He looked at the small bag of presents seated next to him and started to feel shy. 

"Well I, uh, wanted to give this to you." He handed her the little gold gift bag, she gently took it, fingers brushing his hand and he shuddered at the contact. 

Vera lifted the bag and peered inside, "Oh Vox, this is adorable thank you." She smiled softly at him looking up through her lashes.

"Y-yeah I thought you could use a little treat, ya know for working and… stuff." Vox could slap himself. Inside the bag amidst an assortment of chocolates lay a delicate gold chain with the letter V dangling from the end. Vera lifted the chain gently and clipped it around her throat, the V landing in between the valley of her breasts. 

"I also wanted to ask if you would be my Valentine's… today… now… because it's today." He gulped, feeling very sweaty.

"Oh is that why you wanted to see me today?" The grin she gave him could make God himself nervous. "I guess if that's the case…" Vox felt a foot press against his thigh,he jumped at the contact, knee bumping into the table, his glass spilling everywhere.

A waiter appeared carrying a handful of napkins as if by magic. They swiftly started cleaning the situation, the bar may be sticky, but at least they tried. 

"I'm so-frz sorry." Vox said looking at the mess, more concerned with it then he would normally be, but her eyes watching and the heat from her leg has him more flustered than normal.

Vera pressed her foot against the growing bulge in Vox's pants and he leapt to his feet in a panic. Vera chuckled darkly.

"CAN WEFzzz GET THE-TZ-TZ CHECK." 

After paying Vox quickly grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her all the way back to her apartment. She walked in quietly, her flames scattering to light the candles around her flat washing the room in a warm glow.

"You're such a rude little thing." Vox growled, closing the door behind them, he turned to face her, "I'm going to make you pay for embarrassing-." Vox blacked out, systems shutting down, he rebooted himself quickly.

Vera was standing before him, she had dropped her rich velvet coat on to the ground, it pooled around her feet. She was wearing nothing but a red lace bodice and matching panties and now the gold V that hung around her throat.

She grinned up at him, nothing but mischief in her eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

[askkingerthings]

OH! Uhhh hello…?

“Alright what is this thing again…? OH RIGHT!!! Hello and welcome to- wait tumblr was it..? Yeah… hi..? Queenie… the alive one… invited me to tumblr..?”

All jokes aside Hiiii welcome to the asking kinder random bullshi- OKAY WHO WROTE THIS?!

Anyway! Before you ask any questions or ask for art of any kind, there are a few rules you ALL will have you follow, or it’ll be off with your head!! (Queen of hearts line: reference to Alice in wonderland!!)

rule’s:

Please be respectful of the blog owner and whatever they post

remember, my interpretation of kinger is to the best of my ability, and I have my own head cannon post to help you understand what personality and genuine vibe kinger brings to the group,:

There will be a select amount of my OC’s that you can ask questions about!!! When I make a masterlist (it’ll be on this post eventually) I’ll have links to their art, head cannons, designs and just general ‘get to know me’ kinda things!!!

please do not use profanity on this blog, sure I will swear from time to time but when you ask it’d be best if you’d just put the sorts F%#$ thing instead of the full word

Please do not advertise pornography or send me any, your ask will be deleted and you will be blocked.

be nice… please…

please if you wish to ask about the blog owner I’d gladly answer any questions!!! But there’s a certain set of rules I follow to my questions aswell so check out this post to se what you can ask:

I give all credits to them ^ for the idea of doing an ask away thing with basically my own universe of the circus

i also want to give credits to @saytrrose for the art on my icon, I’ll probably change it out for my own art soon enough but for now I’m using theirs, thanks to them, and for the other art I couldn’t find the creator so I’m sticking with credits to the creator!

yes I have my own lore and backstory to my characters, I will post them just yapping from time to time and it’s actually quite important to the lore of their character, so if you can solve what their past life was… wow I’d be surprised!!!

due to a recent incident with a blog owner I have decided to turn of anonymous asks, this is only for the reason of if there is any hate or I need to answer your questions I will tag you in the post

there will be a blog or two connected to here, like the other universes like the superlight AU and the extra’s AU!

I think that’s all the rules… well yeah… it is.. now time to learn about basically what I do here on tumblr and what got me dragged into the circus

I yap. ALOT

yeah! You’d be surprised how much I talk! And here I just wanna express that in writing!! I’ll write fan fictions from pure boredism if you’d like, art? Yeah no ASK away!!! Any sort of scrips and scrap sketches I kept around I’m fine with showing!!

But really other blogs from the circus will be tagged in this so they can get a proper introductions, and so that YOU can get to see their blog!!

Masterlist~

anything related to Kinger-

The Head cannon post

Anything else? Well not yet… there will be eventually though!!

The- other universe…?!

also here’s some info abt me!

hi the names tia but I go by T on here,

I’m a girl, no surprise

please takie note I’m a minor so please don’t include any NFSW however you say it-

I give advice

I’m on the rainbow spectrum as Kinger calls it..

specifically pansexual

Idk why I’m saying this but single bitch=me

tag list:

@ask-the-bubble @ask-jax-the-rabbit @ask-teeth-eyes @ask-pomni-things @askgangle-tadc @askthequeen @zooble-the-whatever-i-am @shortmomma1993 @chez-cinnamon

that’s all we know of who is on here… have a great night/day!!!

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - Main Cast

t/n (you!) - NeroMusic - Musician who’s been playing bass since she was about 17 and mashes up kpop songs for fun (and a little bit of profit). Driven, determined, fiercely independent; never one to back down from a challenge. Knows way more than you when it comes to music.

Yunho - Former childhood friend of t/n. Actor managed by Wonderland Entertainment who’s trying to break into the spotlight. The kind of person to take a hit meant for someone else. Puppy dog.

Hongjoong - Head producer at Wonderland Entertainment. He pretends not to care, but he really does. Stern but approachable (after you get to know him).

Maddox - Producer at Wonderland Entertainment, works with Hongjoong. Smart but scatterbrained. The Goldfish Boy.

Mingi - CEO and co-creator of To The Beat dance group. Co-leader with Dei. TTB is semi-independent under the Wonderland Entertainment label. Creates many of the iconic choreographies that the idols at WE (and at other companies) dance.

Dei - (Nickname: Diesel) Co-leader of TTB with Mingi. Though she wasn’t there at the group’s inception, she helped form it into what it is today (oc. faceclaim: Riehata)

Jongho - Star soloist at Wonderland Entertainment. Preparing for a comeback. Somewhat mischievous. Breaks apples while he sings.

Satbyeol - Idol-turned-actor at Wonderland Entertainment, one of the biggest acting names there. Victim of a severe case of Resting Bitch Face, but very nice. (oc. faceclaim : Lola of Pixy.)

Intak - t/n’s brother she’s estranged herself from. 

JUPiTER - Wonderland Entertainment’s biggest boy group (think Stray Kids level of fame). Themed around the planet and its many moons, their fans are called JOViANS. The members are: Dal, Max, Keeho, Jiung, Jongseob

Yujin - Bassist of local band ONiiX. Hoping to make it big at Wonderland Entertainment. (ONiiX also includes: Bibi, Soul, and Theo)

And now, because I realized I fucked up the ages a whole bunch because of who I picked and the timeline…

Ages: 

16 - Yujin, Bibi, Soul, Theo

24 - Jongho, Jongseob

25 - t/n, Yunho, Mingi, Keeho, Jiung

26 - Hongjoong, Dal, Max

27 - Dei

28 - Satbyeol

29 - Maddox

masterlist | prologue

[crit20art]

OC lore drop

An overview of my OCs and the settings they belong to! The settings range from “fully-outlined/partially drafted novels that i genuinely intend to write one day” to “loose string of scenarios to put my guys in.” 

Casey and Vincent

(she/her, he/him)

Premise: Casey lives in the middle of nowhere Texas with an elderly woman (Margie) for whom she’s a live-in caretaker. Vincent shows up on her doorstep with a shovel in hand, asking if he can dig up something of his that’s buried on Margie’s land. Casey tells him no, and don’t come back. A few days later, while visiting a neighbor, Casey is attacked by monsters. They tear the neighbor to shreds and almost get Casey, but Vincent comes out of nowhere and distracts them while she runs for home. When she gets there, she realizes that the monsters can’t seem to cross the property line. Vincent gets badly injured, but Casey drags him to safety. 

They are then stuck indefinitely on this square acre of land, unable to leave lest they get torn to shreds by the many-toothed creatures prowling the invisible barrier. Casey nurses Vincent back to health and in doing so realizes that he is definitely something Other Than Human. She also learns that he’s really weird, but really sweet, but mostly really weird. He starts to dig up the land but still won’t tell her what he’s looking for. 

genre is romance and soft horror, very similar vibes to my tma fic "resigned" if you’ve read that. Vincent and Casey’s dynamic is p much "it's not body horror, not to me, not if it's you."

Max and Braiden

(both he/him)

These two are from a story that was basically my highschool big brain take on "what if superpowers happened in the real world but people who had them got EXPERIMENTED ON??" That’s still the setting but the plot has taken a sharp turn into classic American road trip. Max has the power to generate, manipulate, and breathe various gasses, and Braiden can make copies of himself. 

The basic premise is that, while escaping the facility where he’s been trapped for a number of years, Braiden meets Max for the first time. Max already knows him, however, and is in fact madly in love with him. It turns out that Max was in a relationship with one of Braiden’s copies who was recently killed, and meeting the Original(™) Braiden is the first time he finds out that there’s more than one of him. Cue lots of questions about nature/nurture, what makes a person inherently themself, and Star Trek style philosophical ponderings on the personhood of clones. All of this happens in a ragtop convertible against a backdrop of late summer highway.

(if braiden reminds you of my martin design, no he doesn’t <3 (actually he does because he is a character i put a lot of my own struggles with depression into, and his personality is adjacent to martin’s s5 I’m A Huge Bitch Because I Have Boundaries Now vibe, so martin ended up reminding me of him and i committed IP theft on myself about it))

Fantasy / DnD OCs

I’m bad at fantasy worldbuilding so i just kinda toss all of these guys into scenarios in my head and mix them like salad. I’m trying to put together something with a cowboy/western kind of energy but i haven’t gotten far <3

I have a group of OCs from a scrapped fantasy setting who I’ll add to this when I have more recent sketches for all of them. (If you’re wondering where the lesbians are. They are here. I’m sorry I don’t have more drawings of you on hand, lesbians)

More dnd OCs can be found just in my dnd tag but here are the honorable mentions:

August

(he/him)

Half-elf bard. He has been the icon on my personal blog for years and, in retrospect, playing him was absolutely my first step towards questioning my gender. He has 18 intelligence and 10 wisdom. He once hooked up with an NPC and scored a 24 on his performance check. He even has a meme. Party on, king

Aurelian

(he/him)

(2nd image is before i gave him horns. ft. fiancé Pesh, they/them)

Aurelian is a pirate. He’s an outlaw. He’s a horse girl. He’s been looking for his mysteriously vanished fiancé long enough that he has trouble picturing their face. He exists because I heard Chasing Twisters by Delta Rae and had to make a dnd character about it.

Vasha

(she/her)

Angsty wild magic sorcerer who started as a hostile NPC when i DMed for some friends. Took on a life of her own and ended up in lesbians with the party’s orc fighter. Since that campaign ended I am trying to find her a gf like Mrs. Bennet matchmaking for her five daughters

[reshoravian]

Hey so I saw Avian in the 10 year anniversary thing and he look interesting. Can you tell us more about him?

YO YOU HAVE OPENED UP A RABBIT HOLE GO YOU

HES MY POSTER BOY!!! I don't talk much about my ocs publicly these days but when I was in middle school and early high school everyone knew this bitch. Heck he's still my main blog's icon from 2016. He is also why triangles throughout my art years have been my trademark

Originally 11 years ago he was actually my robin MC for fire emblem awakening and he ended up.... becoming a lot of things later which is why he has canonically 3 different designs depending on the universe he's put in (and more potentially but i haven't refined those designs)

All different versions of him are considered different characters in a sense. Completely different back stories and personalities with only visual similarities and a few themes that are the same that remain constants.

First was Fractals Avian which was a story the most similar to the fire emblem humble origins with a very similar setting. He's emo and a pain in the ass and his major thematics is escapism and coping with change and loss. He had the ability to create imaginary worlds in his mind. The story is a tragedy for the most part.

Next in 2016 I made Wireframe, and Wireframe Avian is a totally different personality. Kind, Curious, and sensitive. I refined magical powers for him to have thematics to a triangle wireframe model, hence the universe name. He is able to create magical triangle poly structures based on the amount of "triangle polygons" that make up his own. Eventually the story leads down to questioning the reality of the world around him and even his best friend who was a comfort for him the whole time. I solidified he had some sort of imagination powers at this point.

Last but not least the most recent story is Apotheosis which is... still undergoing main renovations. Avian here is a little older than Wireframe Avian, and he's eccentric confident and audacious. I refined that he is a character that essentially is an artistic metaphor of the thematics of creation. Avian's role is a bit fuzzy in this story as this story I decided to finally focus on fleshing out his partner in crime instead of the blue bitch himself being the only main focus

I am doing a wonderful job at being distracted though because I've been fleshing out another story that has no name where it's a cyber dystopia future setting that more in depth explores their powers in a more universal and thematic sense Avian representing an android that harnesses and understands the nature of existence, and Takashi being a forbidden project; an attempt at creating synthetic super humans able to sense the future by them able to think 4th dimensionally. (Fate) but that's me pushing off fully fleshing Apotheosis in the meantime lol

Anyway this post is damn long enough but i've had him for 11 years ongoing now! And now he's super important to my general world building as a whole :3 thanks so much for asking thank you.

Also some of this is juicy old art lol

[hadesisqueer]

I'm bored so here are some picrews of some girls from When Misfortune Knocks aka my Cinder Branwen au. Some are OCs, some are not idk

In order here Cinder's team, CRSN: Cinder, Amber, Winter and an OC, Narissa Aube aka edgy Sleeping Beauty.

Two other OC's: Lila Anderson-Bacchus, one of their friends and leader of her team and she's also a leopard Faunus, and Aella Aegean, who is minor character and kind of a bitch—she's also Lila's younger half sister—. I think I did a picrew of their brother and their bio father before lmao.

And this is Brianna Silver! That's not even her real name. Anyway she's Cinder's toxic ex.

Anyway doing picrews for characters usually inspires me so I'm gonna try to keep writing now lmao

Also here's the picrew I literally love it

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 9

Cordelia: Somebody is after me! They just tried to kill Ms. Miller? Uh, she was helping me with my homework. And Mitch! And Harmony?! This is all about me! Me, me, me! Xander: Wow! For once she's right! Buffy: So you've come to *me* for help. Cordelia: (nods) Because you're always around when all this weird stuff is happening. And I know you're very strong, and you've got all those weapons... I was kind of hoping you were in a gang.

~~Buffy Episode #11: "Out of Mind, Out of Sight" ~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

the spark (Spike, unrated) by ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Try to Keep Satisfied (Buffy/Spike, E) by ClowniestLivEver

Birthday Blues (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

What I Like About Spike (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

Play Thing (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden

[Chaptered Fiction]

Catching Heat Ch. 1 (Buffy/Tara, E) by mabus101

The Witching Hour: Ch, 1/25 () by TheLightdancer

In the Company of Witches and Slayers Ch. 4/200 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

A Reincarnation in Sunnydale Ch. 35/? (Buffy/Angel, M) by DracoRim98

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew Ch. 28/30 (Buffy/Spike, M) by My_Barbaric_Yawp

Angel Doesn’t Know Ch. 1/? (Buffy/Spike, E) by My_Barbaric_Yawp

With Arms Wide Open Ch. 28/? (Buffy/Giles, E) by jaybird023

Ripped Stockings Ch. 1/? (Jenny/Giles, E) by TheClowniestLivInExistence

The Reason Why Ch. 7 (Buffy/OC, M) by Xyex

Switch Swith Ch. 1-10/10 COMPLETE (Buffy/Spike, E) by sunalso

Ashes to Ashes, We All Fall Down Ch 1-2/2 COMPLETE (Spike/Drusilla, unrated) by Scar_Eve

hit rewind Ch. 47/? (Buffy/Spike, M) by untiljanuary

49 Cemeteries Ch. 21 (Buffy/Spike,, T) by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback

Early One Morning , Chapter 31 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 98 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

Celebrating You, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, E) by RavenLove12

Sculpture of Dance , Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Desicat

Hope is the thing with feathers, Chapter 2-9 (Buffy/Spike, E) by will_

Her Villanelle, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Buffy & Spike () by novivi

Artwork:Buffy () by bethrnoora

Artwork:Cordy, Willow, and Buffy () by yarboyandy

Artwork:Angel & Cordy () by artsying-ifer

Artwork:Dark Willow & Dawn () by fox-toothed

Icons: Slayers icons () by onegirlinallthewrld

Video: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - Barbie Promo (Fan Trailer) () by Trailerventure

[Reviews & Recaps]

BTVS/Angel Rewatch Chronicles: Seasons 5/2, Part Two by QualifiedApathetic

Mothman’s Buffy Rewatch, Season 2, episode 22, Becoming (Part 2) by mothmans-wedding-photographer

[Community Announcements]

Spring 2024 Round - Pick a Theme by seasonal-spuffyAs promised we are back for the spring round. We still haven't found a new home for Seasonal Spuffy. The sad news is that this round will be our last round on lj/dw. We hope you help us spread the word, so we can go out with a great last round.

Tuesday: Vices by comment-fic

I run a discord server for Buffyverse rarepairs. by riley-summers

[Fandom Discussions]

Was thinking about Riley being an annoying character and something came to mind. by clockwards

Sorry thinking about Buffy breaking down to Tara again and Spike and Tara’s gentle friendship. by clockwards

“came back wrong” trope except she came back normal by thirstghosting

Ughhhh ew who is this Riley bitch. by loonyoz

what if faith during her redemption arc tried being a dog walker by annieofhearts

Summarizing the shit I’ve been ranting about to my buffy freaks this week re: “you arent the source of me” by breezybeej

Oh man, the Nice Guy energy radiating off Xander when Buffy turns him down for the dance is insane. by nicnacsnonsense

Literally one of my all time favorite interactions in btvs by hersterical

nothing makes me more evil than seeing someone misinterpret daniel “oz” osbourne of buffy the vampire slayer fame. by joe-spookyy

My favorite part of Buffy The Vampire Slayer by transgender-spiderman

What if Buffy fell in love with Spike first and was the one running around like a crazy weirdo by skyegraves21

maybe i don't understand how relationships work. by momsforroadhead

Bangel and Cangel parallels II by oveliagirlhaditright

Some Bangel and Cangel Parallels I've Noticed and Decided to Compile Together for Fun by oveliagirlhaditright

these are my picks for the best Buffy episodes in every slot of each season. by coraniaid

People in whose image The First should have appeared at least once during Season 7: by coraniaid

I feel like After Life did a great job at showing depression/loss by Anyanka_Tin

Bronze: 2024 music update by thepalebeast91

Rewatcher: anyone else annoyed with Ash&Angel episodes? by Prestigious_Olive_19

How was Angel enter into the apartment Faith broke into in s1e18 “Five by Five”? by dude19832

The loose ends - and how should they have been tied up? by artmalique

What are the best storylines in your least favorite season? by sadhungryandvirgin

First time watch by BlazinAsianNation

Was Faith justified in her anger at Buffy in "This Year's Girl"? by jdpm1991

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✨ OC Tag Game ✨

I was tagged by @greypetrel to roast my OCs make Sophie's Choice kind of decisions but these are some fun decisions 👌 thank you so much dear!! Also I'm stealing the magenta and purple color scheme because I'm obsessed lol

I'm tagging here so y'all can avoid this monsterpost and go straight to the tag game lol @underneathestars @sparatus @daggerbean @bruxbea @n7viper @transprincecaspian @that-one-halfwit and those whose name starts with J.

I had to dig deep in my personal can of worms so grab a drink, a bunch of popcorns and a new pair of eyes because this is going to be one of the longest posts I've ever made. I'm not joking, I'm apologizing :'D

Favourite OC:

Ankh/Lav. I played favorites since I created this space and I have no problem exposing my horrible self lol She's the perfect person for me, always challenging herself without being afraid of failure. Even if she has some terrible flaws, she does her best to process them in a mature way. Writing her helped me a lot coming to terms with some things in my personality that I despised :'D she pesters influences the two realms of being, basically. Also she's gorgeous, isn't she? *pinches cheeks* bella de mamma 💛

Newest OC:

HER. The icon, the legend, the witch of the needle. Adra, trans-woman, city elf, much bitch, such stylist. She calls people by titles she invents on the spot based off their personality (which is a thing that cannot be transferred into the english language since titles aren't a thing ;; sigh), she's one that states what's wrong with you right in your face, and she's constantly in pain because of her job - one day is her back, the other it's the eyes, but somehow humidity is always involved. She calls herself old but she's not that old, like, she's in her 60s << anyway, she takes advantage of it a lot for her own entertainment. Coming from the Denerim alienage for then moving to Highever, she has had all the experiences one can think of so she appears a bit skeptical when it comes to big scale projects born from righteous ideals. However she seems to believe in the Inquisition. Well, she trusts its leader and her work, but she's a fereldan through and through so she's leaning more on a "I'm gonna judge the overalls when I see the results" attitude. So far, she's satisfied, but she'll never express it. Queen Anora #1 fangirl.

Oldest OC:

Rhian, daughter of Beathan ...who at the beginning was a Lord of the Rings OC but then she turned into something I'm using for a personal project with a medieval fantasy setting, so now she's running free and untied from a beloved franchise :'D weee There is some bisexual awakening going on but it's actually a story about found family, gender roles, and honesty. I'll get back to it at some point. Hopefully. She's the Mulan of my roster, pretending to be a man to join the local army and having to deal with a big menace while questioning her faith on authority. She's very brave, caustically sarcastic, an average soldier, and has loud opinions that always put her in trouble. Also she's a capricorn, she can open jars and she will let you know until she dies.

Meanest OC:

Lenore fucking Shepard WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED LMAO She's manipulative, controlling, outright nasty towards pyjaks, and would 100% push you towards the zombie horde as bait if that means she gets to save herself plus her squad. She does have a few reedeeming qualities but it's not even slightly enough to grant her a "maybe she's good on the inside" consolation prize. To be fair, she's the most emotional character of the bunch, super sensitive towards children and people that can't fight for themselves. The ones she likes, yeah, but still! Hands down my favorite store on the Citadel <3

Softest OC:

All of th--

Absolutely him. Mr. Rivelli. Wiccan, chemistry genius, chainsmoker, incapable of interfacing himself emotionally with those surrounding him. He's quite the introvert, but he daydreams like a pro and he's very passionated about his interests. He can't look at people in the eye, but he's the most loving and communicative plant dad one could think of <3 He's a soft boy, he just has a lonely nature. He's part of a project called "The Wedding Planner", it's a boy meets boy story, both of the main characters are in their thirties and there's a "what am I doing with my life" type of approach to the plot. It's a 30 years old / mid life crisis type of story, basically, with a wedding. The wedding is important. Very. It makes it cheesy. We worship cheese in this household.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC:

Absolutely him, and it's a coping mechanism. Castor "Cass" Actius never shows emotions because he bottles all them up. And it's a long bottle - he's very tall. I was torn between soft and aloof in this case, but he's definitely one that acts like he's the calmest but in truth he's screaming internally all the time. Probably one of the characters I can relate to the most lol He's all legs and sugars, has a thing for tea, he's the fourth of four siblings and probably the most well adjusted out of them - which says a lot about the state of his family considering he's clinically depressed and an addict << He's a great leader, calm and detached, also he doesn't seem very approachable at first. At second as well, and at third, and at... But he's a cool person with big mom energy. If you're under his command, prepare to be scolded frequently, but also to be defended strenuosly in front of his superiors because you're perfect and you did nothing wrong, never in your life!! Best baker of the bunch, sorry Hawke.

Dumbest (affec-- lmao they wish!!) OC:

These three. They all trusted the apostate. On a scale from Stupid to "I trampled on my feet and now the kitchen is on fire" however, Ela is definitely the one sitting on the ambulance with a blankie on her shoulders. Here, have a banner all for yourself, dumbelina <3

Although I'm talking about that kind of stupidity that makes you look like a fool during situations that require a little bit of foresight or planning. She basically winged some of the most important decisions during the Blight, the others were taken because of her strong sense of honor and justice, but like You can't apply that all the time and then go surprised pikachu face when people call you out for being impulsive.

Smartest OC:

Him. Hands down. Serge "Twinkles" R'lyeh. He's MacGyver with the sensitivity of Tori Amos, also he's your therapist and your sugar daddy at the same time. He's an aerospace engineer turned infiltrator turned spy turned college teacher turned practical fx specialist turned distinguished officer during the war turned loving husband and best uncle... Like, there's so much to him! He lived a tons of lifetimes at once because he's talented brilliant incredible amazing showsto-- Probably the second favorite, because he seems like he's perfect but he has a problem taking responsibilities. He's also very childish, egocentric, he second guesses you as if it was a competitive sport when it comes to things he can do better, and his mouth is the envy of every sailor from here to the Attican Traverse - because he swears a lot but also for the other reason *cough* I kinda loved having to deal with someone that was on top of many skills, it made so much room for planning a big downfall <3 oh, and he fell. Hard. I'm gonna stop but know that I would keep writing about him for other 30-40 paragraphs, gushing and blabbering incoherently because he's my special self absorbed space kitty, trust me on that. I'll just say that he built a working real life deluminator when he was a fluff. he smort

OC I'd probably be friends with:

None of them, they're terrible people with a lot of problems and I made them like that so if I had to meet them they'd ki--

It's them. Ankh and Kerry. Who else? I need the extrovert friend who ignores my rain checks and comes to my doorstep with a pile of books concerning the strangest topics, and the chill friend who can cook a brilliant pasta while he listens to me complaining about the post office. Also, they're the ones I'm the least afraid of. On a more serious note, they have a huge deal of compassion and care; he's an empath, she's an active listener. Also I vibe with creative people that show a huge passion for what they're doing, plus I wouldn't mind having to bury some animal bones from time to ti-- cook and bake. I like to roam around the kitchen with my friends and talk about whatever. We talk a lot in this household <<

This was a lot and I'm sorry but y'all read the introduction of this blog, the blorbos are my Jub-Jub Bouvier and I can't help myself :'DDD

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Nice ask week - Thank you for starting this again. All kind of warm fuzzies.

Veronica Mars, 10 Things I Hate About You, what other early 2000s pop culture do you love?

Please & thank you.

EDIT! I forgot to say that @celeritas2997 actually started nice ask week this time around - thank you, cee!

hi lim, so sorry i didn't get to this earlier - i have been staring at it trying to remember what i love (what do i like????).

i would say some of my top picks of the Y2K are:

1. JUICY COUTURE VELOUR TRACKSUITS

you can call me whatever derogatory term you want for this, but i am a fiend for the JC original tracksuits. i still have one in my wardrobe and it is INCREDIBLY low waisted. i don't LOVE the diamantes, but i will live with them for the velour style. ALSO they are coming back in fashion so...who is the real winner, bitches?

(from this Vogue article)

2. THE NAPSTER/LIMEWIRE/TORRENTING PIPELINE

now i would obviously never advocate for stealing music or movies (YOU WOULDN'T STEAL A CAR!?) but one hallmark of the Y2K was accidentally downloading 30948203489 pornographic viruses onto your shared home computer and at least 5 copies of "I did not have sexual relations with that woman". No? Just me?

3. SPORTS MOVIES WITH FEMALE LEADS

Bring It On! Stick It! She's The Man! Blue Crush! Bend It Like Beckham! Million Dollar Baby (too serious for me, didn't actually vibe that one as much but it deserves to be here). Who doesn't wanna see girls run the world??? Who doesn't wanna run outside to their backyard and almost break their neck trying to do gymnastic moves they see on TV? Who doesn't beg their parents to let them get a spring free trampoline to avoid inevitable further injuries??

4. EARLY 2000s RAP MUSIC

In Da Club, Drop it Like it's Hot, P.I.M.P, Hot in Herre, Get Ur Freak On, Get Low, Lose Yourself, Ms Jackson, The Way I Am, Hey Ya the LIST GOES ON. Eminem, Jay-Z, Nelly, 50, The Game, Missy, Snoop, Eve, the Black Eyed Peas, Outkast were making phenomenal music, hell, even Lil Wayne even though he went on some weird rides there for a while.

5. DESPITE SOME PROBLEMATIC TAKES - 2000s TV

The OC, Entourage, the original season of Underbelly (Aus), 24, NCIS, Dexter, Gossip Girl, Veronica Mars (my beloved), TVD etc etc the list goes on there was some ICONIC TV going around. TV that my very religious parents would never let me watch so I used to go around to all my classmates in year 7 and scab TV shows one USB stick at a time (since flash drives were obscenely small back in the day) and watch under my duvet at night like it was a porno. LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Thank you for the ask LIM!!! If anyone else would like to contribute, please feel free!