#unnamed deer man

[faydingrain]

Lorenzo Godfrey

Nalo’s fierce breath cut her flame’s life short. Then, she glared at the light-blue-haired girl at her side.

After a moment, Pippa burst into nervous chuckles. “You’re still mad about that?”

“Of course I am! I almost lost you!”

A wordless conversation passed between their eyes.

“So then…” Kai said, “What…what happened? Pippa’s like…not a zombie, right?”

“Of course not.” Nalo broke their contact and waved a hand. “That’s when we met the deer-man.”

“What the hell is the ‘deer-man’?” Enzo asked.

Cedric replied, “The guardian of Featherfall’s forest. He wasn’t very fond of the Necromagus not allowing the deceased to rest, though, I am still surprised he emerged from the deep forest to help you all.”

“Well…we were really thankful for it,” Pippa smiled.

“Yeah,” Nalo added. “Really, really thankful for it.”

As they fell back into a stare, Cedric’s eyes stole a glance towards one subtly squirming alumni in the circle. “Let us continue. Enzo?”

 He sat hunched over, folded hands keeping his chin up.“ Well…those two did remind me of one thing. I think it’s related. It’s all I got.”

“...Please continue.”

“Alright.”

***

Enzo was out one day, strolling about with a cigarette in his mouth while ditching class. To ensure he didn’t get caught, he rerouted his path into the forest. It was close by but would still keep him out of sight, so it was a perfect retreat. Right?

Wrong, apparently, at least on this day. While meandering across the dirt, a goddamn skeleton of all things crossed his path. A full skeleton, walking all by itself.

He froze. Blinking, he finally flicked the cigarette ashes and wondered to himself if he should get a new brand.

Then, more sentient bones emerged from behind the trees.

He stood there, watching them while thoughts of ‘what the fuck’ ran through his brain.

The crowd of bones swiveled their heads towards him and paused for several beats.

Then: skeletons attack! They barreled towards him with grabbing hands. He cried out and darted back for the school, but the damn things were popping out of every clean spot on the forest floor.

At some point, he found himself surrounded, and one such corpse decided it would try to seize his arms. Thus, he simply decked the thing in its bony face. Yes it did shatter his hand and yes he did cry about it later. But at the time, he took the opening he got to push the others out of his way, and managed to sprint back to class without further obstruction.

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[owainbradys]

Hello.

[hawkinasock]

haiii pls spill abt ur chimera yq ideas... i have my own (https://www.tumblr.com/waterfrontcomplex/758520749229277184/dunmeshi-chapter-37ep-17-spoilers-look?source=share)

i also drew my own idea of him (swallow + abundant deer)

Yes ofc!! I'm so happy that someone else has had this idea too, it has so much potential. I want to see all the chimera Yanqings.

Mine looks like this. I actually didn't have a design drawn out for him initially, so I had to whip something up quickly. That's why it took me so long to answer </3

Originally, he had a more swallow-based design.

I still really like it, but I changed the lore a lot, so I made the new one, the current au, which goes something like this:

(CW for blatant body horror, descriptions of digestion, as well as brief details regarding real world animal death)

Here's my idea. Like most aeons, Lan The Hunt has emanators that carry out their will. One of these emanator's is currently unnamed and without a solid design yet. It has an animalistic appearance in my head. Imagine Feixiao's inner beast, or the Mourning Aix from WuWa. That'll give you the best reference.

It travels the cosmos, tracking down and eliminating the Abundance. it does this with the use of extremely powerful olfactory cells. Even with galaxies separating them, the emanator can detect abominations through smell alone, and when it finds one, it will consume it to ensure it cannot possibly regenerate.

Suffice to say, it's very good at its job, and Yanqing, unfortunately, is not an exception to their heightened senses. Surprisingly to no one, Abundance Yanqing coexists with this au, and he is immediately recognized as an abomination when the emanator is in proximity of the Luofu. Yanqing is unaware of his status as an spawn of Yaoshi, so when the devourer of monsters (working title) visits the Luofu, he never would have expected it to turn its eyes onto him.

To say the Luofu is thrown into chaos when one of Lan's emanator's eats a Liuetenant of The Hunt is an understatement. The emanator insists no mistake has been made and it is justified through Lan's divine will. It actually shifts the blame onto Jing Yuan for assigning an abomination as his Lieutenant in the first place, citing incompetence on his part. Kind of a shitty thing to do after eating the man's son but okay...

Not long after, the emanator starts to... change. It begins experiencing sudden and visible signs of mara: bouts of aggression, delirium, and eventually flora and fungus sprouting from its flesh. It's incorrectly concluded that Yanqing's death was a result of early unset mara in the emanator, and Jing Yuan decides the emanator has to be killed via decapitation, such is their duty as followers of The Hunt.

You can probably guess where this is going.

So, you know how bones are capable of fusing together or into other objects during the healing process? Like that deer that was shot by an arrow and the ribcage actually fused itself with the arrow? That's essentially how chimera Yanqing is born.

As an abomination, Yanqing is capable of postmortem regeneration, and as an abomination that is particularly favored by Yaoshi (in my delusional mind) his regeneration capabilities far exceed that of the average denizen, and one this emanator's digestive system was not capable of overriding.

Much like how that deer bone fused with the arrow, Yanqing's body begins the process of fusing back together after partial consumption, and during that process, he inadvertently fuses with the emanator's body, which triggered those mara symptoms. Additionally, because there had also been remains of other denizens in the emanator's stomach, they were unintentionally included in the revitalization process. This, in the end, gave the chimera's body the claws of a Borisin, the wings of a Wingweaver, and the head of a human (his body structure is also the same as the Houyhnhnm, but that's obviously a coincidence on my part lol).

The flowers and mushrooms don't really serve any other purpose besides looking pretty and emphasizing his connection to the abundance - his power is so palpable that life is literally sprouting through his skin. I just think it's kinda neat.

Anyways, in terms of psychological aftereffects, Yanqing himself is still there. However, his sense of self is muddied and most of his memories suppressed. Because he's at the head, he's in control of his own movements and actions. Usually, he's completely docile, but in the face of people currently trying to kill him, he becomes confused and scared, and fights back in self-defense. He's also experiencing prolonged dysmorphia from his new form, which causes him greater confusion and even pain.

For Jing Yuan? I think everyone would agree he wouldn't want to kill Yanqing. He believes there's still a way to reverse Yanqing's affliction, even if the Ten Lords insist otherwise.

Currently I don't have an detailed outline of what happens next. My current ideas are similar to yours actually, where the disciples take an interest in Yanqing for whatever reason, be it desperation to stop the Luofu from killing him and seeing him as blessed by Yaoshi, what have you. It could honestly go a similar route as Dvalin's manipulation by the hands of the Abyss. If I were to give this au a happy ending, I could incorporate the Viscorpus' ability to shapeshift and have Yanqing hone that ability, allowing him to regain his human form.

That's all I have for what was meant to be a short, detailed summary </3 All these asks always end with me yapping, forgive me. I've had this au cooking in my head for so long now, and I'm glad I have an excuse to spurge about it now.

(p.s. pls make more of your chimera au, I would eat it up)

[jrreigns]

Excerpt from a Levi x Reader reincarnation AU I’m writing up. Still unnamed.

In all the lives Levi experienced, you carried the same traits. So beautiful and kindhearted, it was like falling in love all over again. And every time he met your eyes for the first time, it really did feel like the first time he ever laid eyes on you back when you were just a lowly scout and he was your captain.

It made losing you each and every time hurt more than the last.

From the moment recognition flashed in your eyes, from the moment you’d remember your history with Levi, it was from that very moment you would seal your fate. Your tragic death would soon follow and Levi would be left living a long and lonely life without you. Until death would finally knock at his doorstep and provide that long-awaited relief and an opportunity to try again in the next life.

There was no hope for an afterlife with you, it was an endless eternal cycle. You had promised to love him forever and he had promised to protect you for as long as he lived. He didn’t know that this is what it meant, an eternity to see you die, never able to truly be with you.

You had been a women’s right activist, a computer scientist, a journalist.

Now, you were the local coffee shop barista.

Levi stared blankly at you as you stared right back, waiting for the man to place to his order. You were used to being ogled at by the most brazen of men, but somehow this man’s stare didn’t feel as shameless as those. It freaked you out how oddly comforted you suddenly felt in his presence, but paid it no mind.

You let out a loud cough and it finally brought Levi’s senses back to reality. Levi managed to stutter out his order before handing you the money to pay. You could tell the man seemed out of it, but only offered a forced smile as you tried to get the line moving.

“Name,” you asked promptly.

Again, it was like he was a deer in headlights, so high-strung and tense.

“W-what?”

“…Your name for the order sir,” you responded, beginning to grow weary of this complicated customer.

“Ah…Levi.”

You thanked him, handed him a receipt and gestured for the next person in line. Levi quickly regained composure and moved to the designated pickup area.

He had every right to be stupefied at your meeting; he had every right to be mad at the powers that be. It was just his luck that now that he has avoided you in your past several lives, he has now bumped into you once more, equal amounts anticipation and trepidation bubbling up in his insides.

[sotwk]

The Best Gift (Legolas x unnamed OC)

Summary: Legolas wishes a "dear friend" a Joyous Begetting Day--but anonymously.

Dedication: For my dearest @quickslvxrr, who has been such a constant and patient supporter. I'm so sorry it took forever to grant such a simple fic request from you. I hope this brings you some joy during rather difficult times. <3

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: General Audience

Content: Fluff, comedy, romance, shy young Legolas, secret pining, brotherly banter, OC Son of Thranduil (Prince Gelir) 

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: LINK

The Best Gift

Third Age 556 June 26th

The Woodland Realm

“What in Araw’s name are you doing?”

Legolas gave a muffled cry and stumbled back a couple of steps, but caught his balance before he could crash into the shrubbery outside the small kitchen window. 

“Get down!” he hissed at his brother Gelir, grabbing the older ellon’s sleeve and yanking him down to the dirt beside him.

His heart racing like frightened deer’s, Legolas listened carefully for changes in the movement within her cottage, any sign that she might have overheard his dolt of a brother’s voice and sought to investigate. Mercifully, the melody of her sweet humming continued to float uninterrupted from the open window. 

“Oh, are you the only one permitted to wish our dear friend a Joyous Begetting?” Gelir smirked and punched him on the shoulder. “If I too had a gift I wished to present to her for the occasion, would you pound me?”

“No!” Legolas blurted out quickly; too quickly. “Wait--have you brought a gift for her?”

“I have not, because I had assumed your answer to that question would be yes. And as little as I fear your wee hits, honeg, I do not particularly enjoy being on the receiving end of them.” 

Gelir shoved the younger prince aside, leapt lightly to his feet, and crept over to peer above the windowsill. Legolas held his breath, despite knowing Gelir would never be seen or heard by any elf, man, or beast if he did not wish for them to. The worrisome issue was the great pleasure his brother seemed to derive from embarrassing him at every open opportunity--something one might assume a grown elf would grow weary of after two and half centuries, but it had yet to happen. 

Thankfully, after an agonizing few seconds, Gelir dropped back down to their hiding spot. “I see you opted for the purple night lilies.” He cocked an eyebrow at Legolas. "I seem to recall Ammë setting certain conditions on the use of the rarest blooms from her garden."

"You recall correctly," said Legolas tersely. All four of his elder brothers were frustratingly knowledgeable of the details of his personal business--a result of the powerful bonds that linked them. But Gelir was easily bored, and the only one to actually stick his nose in for active meddling. "She did not set a time by which I am required to make myself known."

"And is Ammë also aware you have spent--on my guess--at least the last two hours sitting outside this unwitting maid’s window hoping that she would come to some sort of epiphany?”

Legolas thought about the smile that lit up her face so beautifully his entire chest ached, and the way it had stayed on her face the entire time he waited there, content to just observe the joy he had caused. 

“I believe she knows. Or is close to discerning it.” 

“You are right. She must realize eventually that a plant so rare and valuable could only come from a high lord or prince.” Gelir snapped his fingers. “Perhaps I should walk in there and take the credit and her fair heart to boot!”

Legolas jerked his head suddenly. “You wouldn’t!”

“You are right. I would not; that would be wrong.” Gelir leaned in closer, his expression suddenly stern. “But it is just as egregious to carry on as long as you have, making veiled overtures to this lady rather than mustering the courage to speak the truth of your feelings plainly to her face.”

“The pursuit of someone’s affections must be like hunting. When you hunt an animal, you go with the focused intent of finishing the job as quickly as possible. You do not toy with the creature to scare or confuse it and cause it needless pain.” 

Gelir clamped a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “I may not know what it is like to lose my heart in this manner, little brother. But I know it is unfitting that I show greater respect to animals I stalk than you do to someone you profess to love.” 

The sudden outpouring of wisdom from his wise-cracking brother rendered Legolas speechless.  But something on his face must have quelled Gelir’s baser instincts to tease and mock him. 

“Explain your struggle. Where does all your hesitation lie?”

“I…she…” His brother seemed so genuine this time in his desire to help, that the words broke through Legolas’s reluctance to expose his vulnerabilities. “What if she does not feel the same way I do? What if she will not have me?”

“She does and she will.”

“How do you know for certain?”

“Because I have two eyes and I use them,” Gelir said flatly, his patience already worn thin. “Unlike the both of you, evidently, who cannot gaze directly at each other's faces long enough to notice how nauseatingly smitten you are with one another.”

Legolas’s hands curled into tight fists. Against his better instincts, he wanted to believe it. What maiden could refuse a son of the Elvenking if he offered her his heart?

Well, she could, in all likelihood. For what was his title against true beauty and grace such as hers? Why should he be her first choice when she could have anyone in the entirety of Eryn Galen?

“Bah! Enough of this tragic nonsense.” Gelir’s hand around his arm easily tugged the dazed Legolas to his feet.  “I will not let you waste any more time squatting here like a toad. And even toads have the sense to croak and announce their intentions.”

Gelir hooked his arm around his brother’s hunched shoulders and gave him a firm shake. “Perhaps a few bottles from Ada’s cellars might rally those nerves, eh? Come. With any luck,  you can make another go of it before the day’s end.”

As they trudged around the hedges to start the trek back up to the King’s palace, Legolas wrestled with the sense of failure at his retreat. Why could he not be more like his brothers, if not like their father? Afraid of nothing, brimming with confidence to speak their mind to anybody. What was stopping him?

Nobody. Nobody but himself. 

Legolas froze in place so suddenly that Gelir nearly lost his balance. “What--?”

The younger prince turned to squarely face the pathwalk leading back to the cottage, glaring at the bright green door with the intensity of one about to leap across an impossible distance over a deadly chasm. 

“Yessss. Go on!” He distantly heard Gelir hoot as he began his determined stride up the path. 

But then he heard something else. Footsteps. A doorknob turning. 

The color drained from Legolas’s face and his legs turned to lead. He twisted about to scurry away and out of sight, but a pair of powerful hands suddenly seized the back of his tunic, lifting him so that his boot soles left the ground. 

A hard, rough toss pitched the helpless elf to the cottage just as the door swung open. He flailed his arms out to regain his balance and avoid face-planting on the stoop, but not quickly enough to avoid bumping against the maiden that had stepped out of her home. 

“H-Hello.” He gulped down the panic that rose up his chest, as the nearness of her, such as he had never experienced before, enfolded him. Her scent, her warmth, her…touch? Legolas realized that she had raised her hands and planted them firmly against his chest, likely to help break his ungraceful fall. 

“I… uh, I came to wish you… that is…I-I just wanted to say…” Valar, did Gelir’s shove knock his tongue loose from his mouth?!  

“I wished so badly for it to be you!" she suddenly blurted out, and stuck forward her chin in her willful defiance of protocol.

“R-really?” Unexpected joy and relief burst out of Legolas’s chest like a flock of sparrows exploding from a bush.

The sweetest blush rosied her cheeks, but she still had not moved her hands from the front of his tunic, he noticed. “The flowers are the most beautiful present I have ever received, but knowing that what I had hoped for is true, that they came from you… that is really the best gift.”

“I do not believe there is anyone gladder about your begetting than I,” the elf prince avowed.

And as her whole face lit up brighter than Gil-Estel, as she slid her arm through his and guided him into the cottage, Legolas felt the nudge of a distinct sound inside his head: the chuckle of an older brother whom he had just given yet another anecdote to refer to the next time he wanted to crow over being “always right”. 

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It’s teaser Tuesday today! Schwirren dir zur Zeit Kapitel, Strory Oder Oc Ideen im Kopf umher teile alles was du möchtest mit uns? #ffmmff #fanfiction.de #shareyourloveforthingsinyourhead

"Hey google, hat tumblr ne Zeichenbregrenzung?"

Aber ne, danke für die Frage!! Boah, mir schwört so viel im Kopf rum, allerdings leider wenig MMFFs technisches. (Was wohl die meisten interessiert hätte-)

Charakter: Ich liebäugle immer mal wieder mit "Good luck" und hab mir letztens sogar einen Charakter rausgesucht, den ich dafür umschreiben könnte. Navish Parmar! Ein junger Mann in einem dead end job, der versucht seine gute Laune zu behalten. Wohnt in einer stadt mit hoher miete, also hat er einen Mitbewohner. Nimmt das Leben nicht zu ernst, denn dann würde er wohl nicht mehr aus dem Bett schaffen. Horsegirl, taub, aber kommt gut mit seinen Hörgeräten zurecht und hübsch anzusehen. ...allerdings war sein alter Steckbrief 30k Wörter lang, also.... vielleicht zur nächsten MMFFs-

Papageien Aarakocra Bardin (unnamed, aber gerade nenne ich sie "Echo") ....in meinem Uni Chat hat jemand eine dnd truppe zusammengetrommelt und wir wollen was mit Piraten machen :D Sie kann zwar nicht mehr fliegen, aber dafür Stimmen nachahmen. Ich konzeptiere sie als eine Freibeuterin, die es für den Spaß und die Freiheit macht. Verschmitzt, aber nicht böswillig. Stories: Wenn ich euch meine tausenden WIPs hinknalle, dann läuten euch nur die Ohren. Also ganz knapp...

Ich arbeite gerade am Draft zwei meiner Prosa! Eine Welt voller Tod, ein FMC, die beschlossen hat, dass töten der einziger Ausweg ist. Hoffnung, Verderben und die Chance für Redemption, die sie allerdings zu Beginn nicht sehen kann. Denn warum sollte sie eine zweite Chance verdienen?

Hexen WIP - Okay so... lesbian witches on a magical roadtrip, that slowly fall in love with each other and the world around them. Es mag nicht so klingen, aber das ist meine einzige Geschichte, wo ich einen ganzen Haufen Worldbuilding habe-

Deer WIP - America, 1950, irgendwo im Bible Belt. Oliver war es gewohnt, eine Außenseiterin zu sein. Bis Rosie kam. Frisch zugezogen gab Rosie Oliver das Gefühl, Teil von etwas zu sein. ...Wenn Rosie also des Mordes beschuldigt wird, tut Oliver alles, um ihren Namen reinzuwaschen. Oder die Schuld auf sich zu ziehen, denn die Welt braucht eine Rosie - Olivers hat sie zu genüge. (Both are girls, Oliver is just such a baby-butch that she wants to be called a male name vv) Rosie hat mental health issues, also beschließt man, dass sie eine Mörderin sein muss. Oliver weiß es besser.

[und mehr, aber das sind die, die wirklich geschrieben werden.]

Kapitel: Okay, für die meisten hier super uninteressant, ABER - Meine Pokémon MMFFs ist endlich im Finale von Part I??? Dementsprechend lässt mich das nächste Kapitel nicht los. Aber es ist auch so schwer zu schreiben. So viele Charaktere. So viele moving parts. Und ich freue mich seit... eh... sieben Jahren auf dieses Kapitel??

....und dann gibt es natürlich noch die Ansammlung loser Ideen, die sich zu nichts konkreten zusammenfügen können. Aber yeah :D

Vielen lieben Dank für die Frage <3 Haha, ich hoffe, ich habe niemanden zu Tode gelangweilt. Ich mag es nur darüber zu reden qwq

[venomoustripmine]

OOC LORE POST

Right, since im antsy and love sharing lore about aus, and this is the first au i'm sharing with the world ever if i'm being honest, here's a bit more about the au and backstory. ill split this up in three tiers, Differences from canon, subspace's backstory, and a bit of relations (aka what subspace thinks of others/what has happened between the two characters in the au)

read after the cut off!

first up the differences from canon!

Instead of being born from the spawn, demons are hatched from eggs! and are often really fluffy and small as children

eggs are either wild born or magic born, wild born eggs just magically appear in the wild, often hatch out in the wild and live as orphans until adopted while magic born are "biological". two(or more) demons use some energy from themselves to produce an egg with dna from each demon that helps

wild born eggs are often wildly different from their parents while magic born aren't wild born demons are independent while magic born have a "duckling" stage

anyone can produce a magic born egg as long as they have help, the person who's designated the "mom" is often tired once a egg is made and needs to be cared for

often both wild born and magic born can be a subspecies(cow, crow, shark, deer, rattlesnake you get it.), mutations can evolve, even twins hatching from the same egg can happen, its all rare, but it's possible

Deities are slightly radioactive, causing more mutations in their children, not really important but i am talking about the au

Now we're up to subspace's backstory! which i'll just type out like a story, but disjointedly

Subspace was born from a magic born egg to an unnamed father and unnamed mother, her father going to get the milk soon before Subspace hatched which made her mother very bitter towards men. Once Subspace hatched, she was found to be "male" (the species is agender but have more masculine/feminine looks in body shape depending "gender") which only made her mother angry, causing her to be rather neglectful and harsh to Subspace most of her childhood. No matter what Subspace did to prove herself, she made things, she tried her best...she really did. But no matter what her mother said she'd "always be like every other man" which crushed Subspace's spirit a lot. One time her mother said she should have "just abandoned Subspace" because she would of been "less of a hassle that way", she wasn't allowed to befriend other kids, wasn't allowed to go outside forced to stay home with her mother. She made her first Biograft at the age of 4 almost going on 5, blackrock having kept their eyes on her and her inventions, the first Biograft was poorly made, but it worked for a bit! She carried it around and talked to it like a friend, though it's battery eventually fried and it wouldn't turn back on, and still won't. When Subspace turned 5 Blackrock higher ups talked to her mother, offering a wonderful life if she let Subspace work for them, she never had a connection to Subspace so she motioned for them to take her, which they did. Subspace started working at blackrock at 5, she looked up to Zuka as a father figure early on she would follow him around and cheer him on in training, so when Zuka left she was heart broken, the person she trusted was gone, the person guarding her from most of the hard work left. Around age 15 Medkit started working, Blackrock often using Subspace as a test subject for Medkit's healing powers, telling Subspace "we don't really care HOW you get hurt, just get hurt so we can see how Medkit's healing works". Subspace later "bonds" with Hyperlaser, despite the few year age gap, seeing him as a dad instead despite him not really liking her. The fight breaks out, Medkit gets angry and throws the chemicals at Subspace's face causing her loss of eye and major scarring, and in turn she retaliates, attacking and taking Medkits eye. Medkit runs away and Subspace is fully isolated and alone again, she's used to that though, who needs demon interaction when you have robotics anyway?...

Relationship time, get ready cause it's not good.

Medkit- While medkit messed up subspace's life, rendering her scarred, half blind, and unlovable according to her, she thinks she deserves it, she forgives medkit, hell, she even sort of likes medkit still despite being fearful of him

Sword- first interaction sword tried to stab her because of the story medkit spun, she understands he doesn't realize the real story and holds no ill will towards sword.

Scythe- Scythe on several occasions have grabbed subspace's horns, saying how pretty the horns would look on her wall going into detail on how she'd kill her if she ever harmed medkit again

Ban hammer- she tried to reach out to ban hammer as a friend, but got shot down instantly. ban arrested her once, but she was quickly let go due to her immunity, ban saying "we're not friends, don't act like we are" and "if it weren't for your immunity you'd be in banland by now."

Hyperlaser- basically canon subspace and hyperlaser, just minus the taunting and blackmail from subspace, he's one of the only people who respects subspace's pronouns! but he also tells her to shut up a lot.

any biograft/omegagraft/betagraft- thats her children guys!!!! she's so proud of her robotic sons!!! look at the murder machines go!!!

Traffic- one of the other people who respect her pronouns, she offers shelter when he's in blackrock, they're friends!

Zuka- they're not in contact anymore, they only interact when she heads to phights, thats it...

Lord pwnatious- the rich nepo baby she does not like and took the omegagraft from, they're on bad terms now. horrible for her pwn's family is a noble family

Rocket- they know vaugely of each other, but not enough for an opinion, (could have been siblings if zuka adopted subspace but alas...)

The Broker- Has probably sent her one too many threatining calls to make sure she stays away from harming medkit. she doesn't interact with him otherwise.

[dusty-pistol]

Here's a list of every Dialtown character that has been named both in game, on Dogman's blog, or is canon to the universe. (Some I've listed here aren't featured on the official wiki character list) as of November 2024

No, I will not be taggin this with all their names. That would take forever. If I missed a character, please tell me so I can update this. So far, there are: 44 male characters, 21 female characters, and 5 nonbinary/non-gendered characters.

[★ - This character has a name]

[☆ - This character is unnamed]

★(Un)Abel Brannigan

☆Apartment 201 door woman

☆Apartment 201B horse man

★Bigfoot

★Bunny

★Caine Brannigan

★Callum Crown

★Caroline Kennedy

★Craig Fenton

★Curie

★Dee Kennedy

★Dr. Circa Sission

★Everett Scott

★Fabron Farrow

★Frank

★Fusco

★Gabby

★Hannibal Crown

★Harry (Harold) Fitzgerald

★Hobo/God

★Jack Kennedy

★Jake Wilson

★Jerry Gould

☆Jerry's unnamed wife

★Joe Fawkes

☆Joe's unnamed wife

★Karen Dunn

☆Karen's unnamed sister

☆Karen's unnamed mother

★Little Billy

☆Little Billy's unnamed father

★Lola Sission

★Lorraine Deere

★Madame Mediocre Clairvoyant

★Marla Crown

★Mayor Mingus (Michelle) Crown

☆Mayor Mingus' unnamed mother

★Milton Robert Wallace

★Mr. Dickens

★Narrator

★Nathan Hanover

★Oliver Swift IV

☆Oliver's unnamed parents

★Omair Haddad

★Peter Kennedy

★Phonald Ringin

★Phone/TypeGingi

★Pierre

★Rebecca Atkins

★Rachel

★Randy (Randal) Valentine Jade

☆Randy's unnamed father

☆Randy's unnamed brothers (two)

★Roger Jones

☆Roger's unnamed neighbor

★Sgt. Norman G. Allen

☆Norm's unnamed wife

☆Norm's unnamed kids

★Shooty

★Stabby

★Steven Stevenson

★Stromboli

★Tango (Terrence) Chapman

★The Twins

★Theoroar Rustlebelt

☆Unnamed police officer(s)

★Yorick

★Zimothy Bunsen

[cuffmeinblack]

Azkaban. A fortress to hold the foulest of wizardkind, meant to keep us safe from their wrath. Yet for all we know of Azkaban, there is much more that remains hidden—a deep well of corruption rooted in government to hide the true horrors of the prison and its nightmarish keepers. Garreth Weasley is the first prisoner to walk free from its walls in centuries. As he tries to pick up his life from where he left off, he soon realises that his imprisonment has reshaped the man he once was. Battered and broken, he draws on the strength of a friend to right the wrongs he's suffered. In matters of justice and those of the heart, will truth finally out?

Garreth Weasley x f!OC (Adanna Egwe)

Tags: explicit | friends to lovers | dark themes | trauma

Prologue

Garreth took a tentative step towards his salvation, one foot in front of the other on quaking legs. They shook with fear, both inflicted and for what awaited him outside the towering stone walls. Malnourishment had set in months ago, withering his muscles and the spritely step he once held. Gone was the layer of healthy fat from years of Hogwarts’ delicious fare, and long had faded the glow of his skin, leaving only a palid complexion and freckles that looked more grey than golden. He didn't know this, of course—Azkaban didn't have mirrors, or bathrooms for that matter, only buckets and hard walls and harder floors—but he felt it in his bones and the way the woman now looked at him.

The first person to see him after the long nine months was not his mother, father or various siblings—it was a Ministry worker, unnamed and uncaring. The stout woman looked at him blandly without so much as a sympathetic nod, her lip curling faintly in what looked like disgust. Didn't she know? He was innocent! Garreth supposed she might not be privy to the details, assumed he'd been released on some technicality. A murderer walking free deserved no sympathy, no kindness. She kept her distance and waved him forward, the blazing white of her deer patronus keeping the foul creatures that had tormented him at bay. The cloaked figures of his nightmares lashed out, displeased to be losing their sustenance, only to be buffeted away by the powerful magic. The closer he walked towards her, the lighter he felt. A heavy blanket of despair was gradually peeled away and memories seeped through the edges. Smiles, laughter, a kiss, the smell of apple pie and the freshness of Spring. And then the air shimmered as he entered the deer's embrace, emotions he thought long buried flooded back in one great tidal wave that almost knocked him flat on his back. He remembered hope, once a constant companion that had been suffocated within a few weeks of entering the great fortress behind him.

“Steady, now.” The woman watched him stumble but made no attempt to help him. Garreth thought she moved to offer a steadying hand, instead it plunged into her pocket. He stood within arm's length of her now, could see every line of her face and the hint of warmth in her eyes that she didn't offer to Garreth. He felt suddenly self-conscious—a rarity for him—as he became more aware of his unwashed hair and filthy nails. He must have smelled vile. So distracted with his own dismal appearance, he almost missed her hand hovering between them. Atop her palm, a square of chocolate sat. He could smell the rich aroma permeating the damp and salty sea air, and he salivated. “Take it. It will take the edge off.” She jerked her head towards the dementors still straining against the patronus’ shield. “The portkey leaves in thirty seconds.”

Garreth took the chocolate and shoved it in his mouth with little decorum, savouring the rich cocoa as it melted on his tongue and coated his mouth. He'd not tasted anything so delectable, though he knew it was likely the cheapest the Ministry could source. A far cry from the gruel that had barely kept him alive. The woman bent to pick up what Garreth assumed was his ticket out of this hellhole—a small gold pocketwatch of which the hands twitched back and forth with no progress. The time read one o’clock or thereabouts, yet judging by the stormy grey sky and waning light, Garreth put it closer to six. He was pretty sure it was now Autumn, though there were no trees with their copper hued leaves to confirm his suspicions. All he saw now was grey rock, grey sky and turbulent waves, all desaturated as if the dementors were not only capable of sucking the happiness from the landscape but the colour too.

“Ten seconds.”

Garreth placed his hand over the pocketwatch and the woman clasped him firmly, the cold metal warming between their palms. She herself was warm, her skin soft against his own calloused and clammy fingers. With a jolt, Garreth realised that this was the first human contact he'd had since entering the prison all that time ago. The last had been his mother desperately reaching for him as he was dragged by chains from the courtroom deep below the Ministry. She'd stroked his cheek and told him not to worry before he slipped into darkness, her tear-streaked face etched into memory.

“Five, four, three, two…”

On one, Garreth felt a pull behind his navel and he lurched forward with dizzying speed into the abyss, only to emerge and fall promptly to his knees. His bones hit cobblestones strewn with leaves and he doubled over, retching and gasping for air. Whilst his head swam, he heard voices, cries and screams. He thought this was a cruel trick, that he'd been taunted with the promise of freedom only to be deposited back in Azkaban for some sick amusement. They grew louder as the black spots cleared in his vision and he realised that they weren't cries of pain and hopeless wails—these were shouts of excitement, relief. They called his name and he managed to peer up into the sunset to find familiar faces crowding him. He was home at last, surrounded by countless copper manes and freckled grins, and two figures that hung back, different from the rest. Natty, he recognised by her flawless dark complexion and glittering smile, and the woman next to her by the way his heart leapt at the sight of her. She was here. She'd not forgotten.

He was barely aware of anything the woman from the Ministry was saying as hands pulled him inside the cottage and Charlotte—his dear little sister—was babbling on about such nonsense that Garreth couldn't help but laugh. The sound was strange to him and his voice was weak, so weak. His vocal chords seemed to struggle and creak like something old and long-abandoned, groaning back to life. “You're all here…,” he managed to say before a wave of exhaustion crashed into him.

“Give him some room. Charlotte, Hector, enough. He needs to rest. Oh welcome home, Garreth…”

Mum. She wrapped him up in his arms and he felt ten years old again. Here he was finally safe and loved, though almost inexplicably as if he didn't deserve it. His brother clutched an arm and helped him up the stairs that creaked less noticeably under his newly lithe form. More chocolate found its way into his hand, this square much silkier with chunks of honeycomb that stuck to his teeth. As soon as his head hit the pillow—his pillow—he drifted off to sleep and had his first nightmare-free slumber in months. He didn't dream at all, only surrendered to the sweet silence and infinite dark.

[hideyourdads]

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HI-HO !

Here it is! I'm finally free from exams, so I can write! The awaited info-dump about my delicious in dungeon OC. This includes general information, and perchance— hints of her lore, then character dynamics and what she thinks of the said characters, so it'll be very..very long.

Helena's open to interactions with other ocs or [official characters & ocs] roleplay accounts, and I plan to make a blog where I'll roleplay as her and you can ask anything or just talk to her.

P.S : I'll be treating her as if she's a canonical character in the show, and took the prompt in the wiki for the gen info and status.

Please don't mind to any grammatical errors I've made, English isn't my first language. ^^;

Info-dump is in the cut, I hope you'll check it out!

➤ [ GENERAL INFORMATION ]

NAME : HELENA

KATAKANA NAME : ヘレナ [feel free to correct me if i'm wrong!]

SPECIES : DEER/BEAST-KIN [she uniquely only has her hinds, though..like a faun, but with deer-looks.]

TALL MAN [BEAST-MAN] [TEMPORARY]

[She swapped races with Izutsumi!]

GENDER : FEMALE

AGE : 25 [I cannot for the life of me figure her estimate age in human years, but do know that she's an adult.] [I might make her older]

BORN : NOVEMBER 5TH 489

BIRTHPLACE : SOUTHEAST ARCHIPELAGO

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HEIGHT : 5'2

There's some implications she may like all genders, as she said she doesn't mind who or what her soulmate is, as long as they're both happy and well.

➤ [ STATUS ]

STATUS : ALIVE

AFFILIATION : KABRU'S PARTY [TEMPORARY]

LAIOS' PARTY

OCCUPATIONS : ADVENTURER

ARTIFICER

RELATIVES : UNNAMED TWIN BROTHER

UNNAMED FATHER [WHO'S OFTEN REFERRED TO AS A FRENZIED MAN]

UNNAMED MOTHER [WHO'S OFTEN REFERRED TO AS THE ONCE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN][DECEASED]

At the very start of things, not much is said about her nor her past from her own mouth or other people's. All the others knew is that she's just a young cervitaur who's an undeniably skillful craftswoman. It was a mystery why she straight up disappeared at the beginning, implying she got separated from the others very far or purposely avoided them- to assumably get some fresh air and clear her mind from the sight of her close friend getting eaten by the dragon. It's clear that she doesn't like opening up about her past, even acting like she has memory loss and dumb.

From time to time, the party hears heavy boot footsteps echo throughout the dungeon halls, and they don't know what it is..but Helena has a nagging feeling it's something..no, someone bad. Someone she doesn't want to see, someone she's been trying to escape for too long.

[I won't be saying much, as how heavy, dark and violent it all really is It'll be posted in a separate post, if i have time]

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" Weird, it makes him oddly handsome. "

Once Laios had given Helena the invitation into the team, in which she eagerly accepts..almost like she's running away from something; she had took notice of him frequently glancing at her, but didn't think too much of it and shrugging it off. However, after reuniting with the rest and seeing his weird obsession with monsters with her own two eye-balls, a slow realization dawned onto her that the reason why Laios had stared is because she's a demi-human. A human mixed with a deer. The amount of times he's tried to reach out to her, and her thinking it was him trying to swat a fly or something, was to try and touch her deer-ears. She didn't know how to feel, hell- what to feel, even. Fondness? Gods, she hoped not. Disgust? That's harsh. For the rest of the night, she just stared at Laios like he's a three-headed monster..but he'd probably like that.

Although the more they spent time together, Helena started to like hearing about his rambles [yapping] about monsters and propely listened. It always seemed like she's the one who's 'interested' enough to 'listen' before anyway.

" I like her alot! Sometimes, it's like we're the only sane ones in this party..Chilchuck too, of course. "

Upon their 'first' meeting, they silently stole glances to one another. Finally, breaking the silence, Helena had greeted her and it felt like things and pieces just clicked at the right places. It was near to damn beautiful, I say!

They exchanged a few more words after, and before they knew it, they end up closer than before. Marcille had expressed her admiration for Helena being a craftswoman, and she'd done the same for the elf being a mage.

..but sometimes, Marcille can't help but wish Helena would recognize her and see the bright look in her face like the way things were before.

" Sweet-faced, but with a sharp tongue. That's Chil for you! He's very cute though, I like him! "

Upon their first meeting, Helena's very own first thoughts about him was..'He's short- I hope he can't read my mind.'

There were a few times, maybe once or twice [more than that, according to the half-foot], where he caught her staring and her shoulders tensing as they made eye contact, breaking it as quick as she could and looked away. Slowly, despite their contrasting differences in personalities, they got closer and had gained respect for one another. Chilchuck even helped her out of a trap, and Helena helped fix his tools.

" So talented! I'm glad he lets me help out when he's cooking. "

Upon their very first meeting, Helena seemed to be pleased that they had a new member in the party. But her enthused output and pleasantry turned to horror-struck as she saw he's cooking monsters! Helena's aware that desperate times times call for desperate measures, but she didn't think they'd stoop this low!

However, her features couldn't help but soften and turn to curious, seeing as Senshi wasn't being passionately creepy about monsters, unlike a certain tall-man, but was more passionate about cooking and providing food on the table. As more time went on, Helena couldn't help but grow nearly vulnerable seeing this dwarf feed them and eventually offered to help him cook. Senshi was hesitant, but she smiled reassuringly, saying that she doesn't mind..and is a little bored waiting around with the rest.

[ I'M SO SORRY I HAD NO MORE MOTIVATION TO DRAW THEM ]

➤ FALIN

Helena thought she was pretty. Tall enough to look at her features properly, she envies Toshiro juuust a little bit for being romantically intwined with her.

Regardless, Helena can't help but admire Falin, truly. She finds it nice that the tall-man's so talented in magic, and Falin admires her too. For not only making such craftmenship with her very own hands, but for Helena's..cuteness.

➤ TOSHIRO / SHURO

Helena doesn't know what to think of him. She wishes he knew she understood him more than she shows of, and respects his decision the very same. She wishes him well, and for him to start taking better care of himself, reminding him that he shouldn't neglect himself so recklessly.

➤ IZUTSUMI

HELENA TREATS HER LIKE A LITTLE SISTER SHE NEVER HAD!

It annoys Izutsumi to bits, and Helena had received her own fair share of cat scratches from her, but she's resilient.

Near to begrudging, however, Izutsumi respects and somewhat admires Helena's strength, or what she's shown, anyway. Unfortunately for her, the cervitaur won't stop seeing her as a little sister soon.

Thank you so much for reading <3 ! I'll be uploading more information soon, and especially her dynamic with Kabru, etc.

[faydingrain]

Pippa Yarrow and Nalo Mitchell

In perfect unison, the twins ceased their flickering flames with a swift puff of air.

The room was stunned, until Honey hesitantly asked, “I know you two are assassins, but…did that actually happen?”

Smiling, Vega pulled her sleeve and bore the scar from her battle. “Senior year.”

“Yes, and Veda thought it best to bring an unconscious Vega through my window for some reason,” Maggie commented.

“You were close by!” Veda defended.

Bast furrowed a brow. “Did you…post that on your blog?”

“Briefly,” Maggie replied. “I didn’t post any pictures, nor did I mention anything in-depth given the situation.”

“I see.”

Gavin scratched his cheek. “Wait…aren’t you supposed to tell separate stories?”

“Yeah, you guys just took turns telling one story,” Clarissa added.

The sisters waved a hand. “Well, we’re twins so—”

“—we’re practically one person anyways, right?”

Cedric sighed. “It is…acceptable.”

“Yayyy!”

Someone in the group muttered “Freaky…” as he continued. “Pippa, if you’d like to continue.”

“Okay! I don’t know if mine will be quite as exciting, but it’s scary!”

***

Deep within the forest, a little girl ran. Closely behind her did skeletal creatures give chase, causing tears to pour from her eyes. The clacking of bone tapped rhythmically with the patters of her shoes on the dirt.

Through an ocean of haze beyond green, relief flooded her mind as she came upon a clearing. A cloaked woman was there, resting beside a glimmering black circle with shapes and runes all around it.

The woman stopped, moving her gaze from the ground to the girl with surprise, then smiled. “You would make a fine specimen,” she said. “Would you offer your corpse to your local Necromagus for study?”

Still panting, the little girl backed away as void-black illuminations surrounded her. The animated bones of creatures thrust from the dirt, writhing and twisting as they pulled themselves to the surface. Some even had decayed flesh clinging to their bodies, mold and maggots spilling from the rotted insides.

With the previous stalkers closing in, she quickly searched for an opening and rushed that way. Clacks and clatters and rattles lumbered behind her, echoing around the tree trunks.

Her only option was to flee towards the darker parts of the forest, where the greens were even more prevalent alongside tangled roots and thorns. Plants she had never seen before dotted the land, along with a plethora of mushrooms she had initially set out to find.

Slowly, the drum of bone behind her ceased.

But, she continued running. With her legs burning, she sprinted through sharp weeds until she was abruptly knocked back—bleary vision sabotaging her escape.

She rubbed her eyes, then gazed up, and up, and up, at a 9 foot tall man with the legs and horns of a deer, and eyes black with fury.

***

Pippa’s air silenced her flame. “And that’s where the scary part ends. Turns out, the deer-man was actually kind. He brought her back out to us safe and sound.”

“That was…about your sister Aubree, right?” Alina asked, recalling the events from Maggie’s old blog.

She nodded. “It’s the scariest story I know.”

Nalo whipped her head around. “That’s the scariest one you know?”

“Yeah??”

“Not the one where you were chasing after skeletons and nearly died?”

Pippa didn’t reply.

“Then let me tell you my scariest story.”

***

Despite the incoming danger, my best friend ran straight into it. With skeletons abound and a psycho mage-bitch intent on literally killing us all, she still stubbornly went in by herself. Bravely, dauntlessly, stupidly.

We (Maggie and I) were cut off from her before we could give chase, blocked by a wall of unfriendly bags of bones. While Pippa was off who-knows-where in the forest, I finally mustered the courage to rush one, and I grabbed a spare thigh to fend us off from the skeletons as we ran.

Eventually, whilst narrowly dodging death ourselves, we found Pippa collapsed on her knees in front of Necro-bitch. A rotted child’s corpse had been placed at her feet, wearing Aubree’s sweater and had a bit of her hair around it.

I don’t know what was going through her head at the moment. Whether she knew it was a trick, or she was so caught up in the moment that she couldn’t see through it, but she didn’t move as a bunch of forest zombies closed in on her. They dragged her forward kicking and screaming, and our attackers caught up to us and started getting handsy.

Pippa did fight, so I assume she came to her senses by that point, but she was slammed onto a rock and pinned down while Necro-bitch pulled a crooked knife on her.

And I had to watch on in horror, powerless as the mage raised the knife above her head and thrust it down on my best friend.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

[anime-owo-kage-san]

We’re Both On A Leash

A/N: Alastor’s soul owner will not be named. Just know that she is a woman, and yes, I left her unnamed for everyone to imagine who they want it to be.

Heads up: OOCness, Open start and open ending, blood, swearing (ofc)

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Alastor couldn’t believe his ears at what he had just heard.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, as the woman’s words hung in the air. His crimson eyes fixed on the mysterious figure seated across the long table, from him. She remained shrouded in darkness, her features obscured, but her presence commanded the space.

“You cannot be serious, Mistress… Where is all of this coming from? You are a woman of logic.” Alastor

The woman’s voice was calm yet tinged with a hint of irritation as she responded, her tone sending a shiver down Alastor's spine. “Are you implying that my decision is rash, Alastor?"

Alastor hesitated, his mind racing to find the right words to navigate this delicate conversation. “Well... It seems so."

“So, you're questioning my authority...?"

Alastor swallowed hard, knowing that his next words could have grave consequences. “I... I'm questioning your objectivity! Mistress."

Her figure leaned forward ever so slightly, “And what makes you think you can talk to me as if we're equals?"

Alastor's heart pounded in his chest as he searched for a response, knowing that he was treading on dangerous ground. But despite the fear gnawing at him, a spark of defiance flickered within.

“Mistress, I—“

The tension in the room reached its peak as Husk barged in, his sudden interruption breaking the standoff between Alastor and the mysterious woman.

“Boss! I can't listen to any of this anymore! You need to shut the fuck up!" Husk growled at the deer demon.

Alastor's eyes narrowed at the intrusion, "Don't give me orders as if you're above me, Husker! I own you!"

"And SHE owns YOU!" Husk pressed on, pointing at the woman, his words cutting through the air like a knife. “Don't be a fucking hypocrite! You make it clear to me, every time I ‘disrespect’ you, that you could do things worse than hell to me!"

The cat demon stepped closer, “So how's about you take your own advice, and stop trying to prove a point that isn't worth your life!"

Alastor faltered, his anger momentarily overshadowed by the truth in Husk's words.

But before he could regain his composure, his own pride took action.

“THAT'S ENOUGH!" The deer demon began to take a disturbing form, his fury threatening to consume him entirely. "If you don't leave this room right now, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams! LET ME HAND—"

Husk cut him off, refusing to back down. “I’m telling you for your own sake, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

SCRATCH!

With a swift motion and uncleared mind, he lashed out, his claws leaving a deep scratch across Alastor's eye.

“AAAHHHH!” Alastor recoiled in pain, he fell on his knees clutching the side of his face that had been assaulted.

As soon as he had done it, Husk realized what he just did. “Oh… sh-shit! I’m sorry! I wasn’t—“ He was cut of by the familiar green, glowing chains, locking him in place.

“Y-You cocky little…!” Alastor stood up, his rage boiling over as he prepared to retaliate. With black eyes and darkened aura, he lunged forward at the shorter man.

But he stopped midway, when he felt a sharp burning pressure strike the back of his head. The chains on Husk dispearing, before Alastor fell face first onto the ground, at the same time the shadowy figure of the woman walked next to the unconscious radio demon’s body.

As the woman turned her attention from the floor to Husk, she spoke with mirth evident in her voice. “That was... amusing."

Husk stepped back, apprehension creeping into his features as he faced the enigmatic figure.

“I must say, Husk. You put on quite the show for me. Why... Alastor should thank you for what you've done!"

Husk's confusion only deepened as the woman continued, her words sending a chill down his spine.

"His attitude soured my mood. But because of your bold intervention, I had a little laugh. He should be grateful."

With a flick of her wrist, the woman conjured black strings that wrapped around Alastor’s body. The end of the rope, held in her hand.

“He really should be grateful. If it weren't for you, I would have done worse. But I've decided to 'patch' up his injuries instead!"

And with that, the woman and Alastor vanished, leaving Husk alone to contemplate the events that had just unfolded.

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Possible Part 2

I wrote this to finally give context on why Alastor was ‘silenced’.

[eating-plastic]

Killer Frequency 2: Electric Boogaloo

This is based off of a dream @its-been-rose had about a sequel to killer frequency, so I felt like getting creative. A lot of things I talk about such as changes in game play and style are referenced to the key points in her post plus my own creative liberties. I've also never written something like this before so please go easy on me lol. Anyhoo, with that out of the way, let's start with the prologue!

We open on a black screen with the sound of a car driving getting louder and louder before we cut to a shot of a Henderson Police car driving. We get shots inside the car and a song coming from the radio plays quietly. We get shots of Henry in the backseat of the vehicle but never see his face fully (I like the idea of his face never being known period). You get shots of his eyes here and there, the lower half of his face only showing his mouth, and shots of his profile shrouded in shadows; things like that. We also see his cuffed hands in his lap (yes, I know they should be behind his back, but for the sake of how the prologue ends, they need to be in front of him).

Suddenly, the radio cuts to the report we hear at the end of the game (you know, the one where Marie commits cliff jump). It comes in bits and pieces, cut off here and there by static (this serves to build up tension). We the player could only hear the sound of the car driving, the soft sound of the radio, and Henry's breathing, but as the report continues and gets closer and closer to the point where Marie jumps, Henry's breathing gets louder and more labored. This all gets punctuated by the split frame of Henry's eyes going wide with rage before we see a deer run out onto the road.

The faceless cop who has been driving (maybe they even antagonized Henry a bit in the intro) curses and swerves to try and avoid the animal, losing control of the car and crashes into a ditch or a tree (I like the idea of this unnamed stretch of road to be in a forest). Another brief black screen, before we see a shot on the ground and the back seat of the police car swing open, and two black boots stepping out.

Once again, not seeing Henry's face fully, we watch him slowly move the the drivers side and open the door. Whether we see the damage of what happened to the faceless officer I haven't decided, but they are dead (either through us seeing the body or getting a report of them being dead and Henry being on the run later on in the first chapter, because I am going to be telling these in a chapter format). Camera goes first person, Henry's POV, as he examines the body before he spots what he's looking for: the keys to his cuffs. He undoes them and probably takes the officer's gun too (he'll eventually lose it tho because you know, slasher tropes and how they don't use guns).

He then moves to the trunk and opens it. We see him pick up the whistling man mask before putting it on. The prologue/opening cutscene ends with a cinematic shot of Henry stepping into the road and staring down it. Staring back at Gallows Creek. The only sounds being heard now are the muffled, enraged breathing coming from behind the mask.

Smash cut to title card. I'm not sure what the title would be, Rose said that the title was completely different than Killer Frequency (like a Evil Dead/Army of Darkness situation), but I want it to still be called Killer Frequency, just with a subtitle like Killer Frequency: XYZ. Something like that.

Sooooo yeah! This was a rough mockup of what the intro cutscene would be in my opinion. I tried to follow some horror/slasher tropes for it, but also used the intro cutscene of Batman: Arkham Asylum of all things (where Batman is driving the Joker to Arkham) as inspiration too. Since this is supposed to be a part two situation (once again reference to the original post), I'm going to have this take place almost immediately after the first game, like how Halloween II takes place immediately after Halloween.

Please let me know what you think. What would you change? What would you add? What are some ideas for chapter 1 when I eventually create a rough mockup of that? Stuff like that!

[flagwars]

Video Game Flag Wars: Round 1

Now that the National Pride Fusion Flag Wars has ended, we can return to the Video Game Flag Wars! The prelims decided which flag would represent each series, so now the tournament contains one flag per series. This does not include mods and fangames, as there are multiple flags from Hearts of Iron mods and Roblox games in the tournament. As there are so many flags even after the prelims, there will be 32 polls in the first round rather than the usual 16. Let me know what flag you want to win! See the brackets below.

Round 1:

1. Crimson Cult Banner (Thaumcraft) vs. Flag (Roblox BedWars) vs. Salmon Run Flag (Splatoon)

2. Unnamed Flag (Lego City Undercover) vs. Atlantic Federation (Valkyria Chronicles) vs. Homestead Banner (Palia)

3. Middle Eastern Alliance (Squad) vs. Shadowkin (Raid: Shadow Legends) vs Bilge Rat Adventures Flag (Sea of Thieves)

4. Saker’s Flag (Fable) vs. Novistrana (Republic: The Revolution) vs. Arstotzka (Papers, Please)

5. San Andreas (Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas) vs. Kirin Tor Offensive Banner (World of Warcraft) vs. Alliance of Galactic Travelers (No Man’s Sky)

6. Black Revolt (Kaiserredux) vs. Aquileian Republic (Supremacy) (Equestria at War) vs. Rescue Corps Flag (Pikmin 4)

7. Tropico (Tropico) vs. Sons of Liberty (Metal Gear Solid 2) vs. Commune of Revachol (Disco Elysium)

8. Mawkin Flag (Metroid: Dread) vs. Calchaqui (Europa Universalis 4) vs. Kazan Military Okrug (Thousand-Week Reich)

9. King Dedede’s Flag (Kirby: Triple Deluxe) vs. Meat Flag (Slime Rancher) vs. Flag of the Crown (Cult of the Lamb)

10. Communist Australia (Victoria II) vs. Delian League (Imperator: Rome) vs. Ominous Banner/Illager Banner (Minecraft)

11. Patagonian Worker’s Front (Kaiserreich) vs. Castle Siege (Super Smash Bros.) vs. Yara (Far Cry 6)

12. Stag Beetle Flag (Animal Crossing: New Leaf) vs. Fortnite (Fortnite) vs. Livonia (Arma)

13. Gaul Úr (Red Flood) vs. Strong Badia (Homestar Runner) vs. Super Earth (Helldivers)

14. Alam Melayu (Rise of Nations (Roblox)) vs. Tiki Tak Tribe (Donkey Kong Country Returns) vs. Sea Slide Galaxy (Super Mario Galaxy)

15. Great Lakes Government (Kalterkrieg: Shadow of the Weltkrieg) vs. Principality of Kemerovo (The New Order: Last Days of Europe) vs. Joker Banner (Balatro)

16. Shadow Isles Clash Banner (League of Legends) vs. Rebel Corps, Phantom Thieves Version (Persona 5 Tactica) vs. Antarctica (3D Atlas (1996))

17. Generic Flag (Roblox) vs. Standing Flag (Dragon Blade RPG (Roblox)) vs. Zhu Xi's Legacy (Age of Empires 4)

18. Kitakami (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet) vs. South California (Cyberpunk 2077) vs. Watchers (Overwatch)

19. Avalar (Spyro the Dragon) vs. Union of American People's Republics (Red World) vs. Grey Warden Heraldry (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

20. Eusan Nation (Signalis) vs. Aurelia (Ace Combat) vs. Outer Wilds Ventures (Outer Wilds)

21. Columbia (Bioshock Infinite) vs. Sickle Moon Flag (Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker) vs. Eggmanland (Sonic Unleashed)

22. The Allied Nations (Command & Conquer: Red Alert 3) vs. The Rebellion (Just Cause 3) vs. Federation of the Americas (Call of Duty: Ghosts)

23. Great Lake Revolutionary Council (Extremis Ultimis) vs. Courland (Empire: Total War) vs. Columbia (Crimson Skies)

24. Pontiac Province (Judgement Day: Aftermath of the Red Flood) vs. Communist Iberia (Hearts of Iron IV) vs. International Workers' Armed Forces (Krasnacht: Twilight of the Gods)

25. New California Republic (Fallout) vs. Deep Hollow Valley (Night in the Woods) vs. Victory Flag (Fall Guys)

26. Zheng Fa (Ace Attorney) vs. Golden Deer Banner (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs. Warbanner (Risk of Rain 2)

27. Blue Flag (Halo: Combat Evolved) vs. Wario’s House (WarioWare) vs. American Collective (Twilight of the Anthropocene)

28. Niflheim (Final Fantasy XV) vs. Republic of America (Dustborn) vs. American Empire (Pax Britannica)

29. Corvus (Dead Ahead (Roblox)) vs. Banner of the First Fleet (Monster Hunter)

30. Fillydelphia Contingent (Balefire Blues) vs. Federation of Anrakan Isles (Suzerain)

31. Yartar (Baldur’s Gate 3) vs. Hurons (American Conquest)

32. Falkreath Hold (Skyrim) vs. Assassin Jolly Roger (Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag)

[salllzy]

The herd #4

They were all looking at the three of them, at some point another deer demoness had appeared. She hadn't said anything just went and stood by the other two, her attention was on a phone that was very clearly not VoxTek. Although, what brand it was, none of them could say. The mark was a deer skull with a radio where the face should be, it was eerie. "They are on their way." The unnamed doe demon had looked up from her phone, her red eyes looked at Alastor. The elder deer demon sighed before making his way to the door, as he opened it a tall doe demoness appeared, she was only a few inches shorter than Alastor but she was much more stocky. The blouse that she was wearing did little to hide the muscle on her arms, her entire presence was off-putting. No doubt the rest of her was just as muscular. She looked like a prey demon but her entire aura screamed predator. She carried a chest on her shoulder as if it weighed nothing. It looked as if she couldn't even feel the weight of what she carried. "Lorraine set it down over there. We have much to do and very little time to do it in." A smaller doe demon had appeared, she was tiny compared to the rest of them. Yet her eyes were cold, she wasn't smiling and it was unnerving. Their eyes moved to Alastor, who was smiling, always smiling. So seeing someone who was related to him not smiling? It was eerie and unnerving. Although how they were all related and it was clear that they were, none of them believed that Alastor was their father. He didn't have a caring bone in his body and everything that he did was his benefit alone. If it didn't entertain him or benefit him in some way? Then he didn't care. Even coming to the hotel had been about entertainment and he had admitted it, the way that he had picked a fight with the King? It had been to prove that he was the better man, that he had been there for Charlie and they knew it. He wasn't helping Charlie from the goodness of his heart, that was if he even had one. So no, none of them believed that any of the doe demons were Alastor's daughters and it most likely was some sort of elaborate joke that Alastor was doing. None of them would be shocked if that was what it was, the only one that appeared to be falling for it was Charlie. But Charlie always tried to see the best in everyone, even when there was no goodness to see. When the person was rotten to the core and would never be redeemed. Alastor didn't believe in redemption and he made no effort to take part in any of the activities that Charlie set up, many of them felt that they would be better off without him. While it was true that he did work and helped out around the hotel, it wasn't as if he did a large amount of work. After all, how hard could his job be?

[ramrage]

ghost’s ghost

chapter 4: the wake

work rating: T

chapter rating: T

relationship: John “Soap” MacTavish x Simon “Ghost” Riley”

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley”, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo

tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Main Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Ghost John “Soap” MacTavish, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Dark Crack, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Changing Tenses, Not (always) chronological

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They entered the funeral parlor with too much confidence, in hindsight. 

 

Johnny was still there, like he was still alive, so what was there to mourn? Things were different, obviously, but they had acknowledged those changes, seen the body, talked it out. All of that nonsense was sorted. At least, that was their shared understanding of things.

So how bad could a wake be?

 

Hell, Johnny was cracking jokes on the way in. In particular, there was an inappropriate little comment about kneeling and what would definitely constitute abuse of a corpse. Simon, unable to make any real response around so many onlookers, threw an inconspicuous snort for his efforts. 

 

It was going to be fine, even with the solemn faces of the workers at the door. The overly-patterned carpet wasn’t going to change that, either, nor would the choking smell of carnations. It was going to be fine.

 

They filed in, Simon doing his best to avoid weary handshakes and condolences as he queued to pay his respects at the casket. Johnny was still joking (“A bit bullshit that I can’t jump the queue to see my own damn self, but rules are rules, I reckon”) so that meant things were fine. It meant they were okay.

 

They would go to the casket and Simon would pretend to look sad, but he wouldn’t really be sad because he knew the truth. No one else was the wiser and he and Johnny would laugh about it after the fact. 

 

But reality isn’t kind to those with confidence.

 

Simon knew this, but was still blindsided by how shaken he was to see Johnny’s body again, somehow more painful to look at than when Johnny died. He had seen fresh-dead bodies, had seen what they turned into. They both did. Johnny’s body was no exception. The realization hit Simon like a bullet, punched the air from his lungs. The worst thing of all was the abrupt end to the cheeky stream of commentary.

 

Simon looked over to find Johnny stood like a deer in the headlights before his own casket, something unnamable flashing in his eyes. 

 

“Oh god,” he said finally. 

 

Simon kept his eyes down, giving Johnny privacy and buying him more time to say goodbye to the way he was. 

 

“Vain bastard I am.” A bitter laugh giving way to sobs, “I'm bent outta shape because my pretty face is gonna rot into compost.”

 

In Simon’s silence, Johnny carried on.

 

“Oh, and bleeding fucking Jesus, am I wearing lipstick ?” Johnny groaned, an attempt at humor that, with his choked voice, missed the mark.

 

Simon wanted to reply, wanted to say he hated it, too, but with everyone around, he couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry. Could only stiffen his upper lip and clear the way so someone else could pay their respects, pretend that he grieved Johnny only as a Lieutenant grieves his Sergeant, pretend that, despite the waxy, pallid skin, he didn’t think Johnny was still the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen; and pretend he couldn’t see him still. And what a mindfuck that was. 

 

There were two Johnnys. 

 

One was still fucking there, wiping his eyes as he walked from the casket and then cursing himself for trying to hold Simon’s hand. The other Johnny, the one with hands Simon could hold, was dead. An inanimate shell, obsolete, no longer serving the function of holding the soul it once contained, doomed to rest under six feet of dirt and decompose into something hideous and unidentifiable. 

 

Simon stared at the two Johnnys in hopes it would somehow help him make sense of the duality. It just morphed into grief and horror, instead—twin hounds that nosed around their ankles, tripping them as they dared to move in any direction. All Johnny could say was “Oh, god,” and he repeated it on every breath. 

 

Simon couldn’t speak even if his body let him. There was too much to say and too many ears to hear him. The other attendees kept their distance and Simon and Johnny both were grateful for that. 

 

The hounds circled them even as they left the funeral parlor, trailed them all day and into the night, followed them into bed to curl in the space between their bodies. Johnny was the one to kick them first.

 

“I can’t fucking do this,” he said suddenly. “Simon, I can’t fucking do this.”

 

Of course he felt that way. Who the fuck wouldn’t? Simon’s been dead before, too, has also mourned himself, but only in a metaphorical sense. And he wasn’t like Johnny—never was. He’d never lit up a room like Johnny could, never had as much life .

 

“I know,” Simon said after a while, even though he didn’t; he didn’t know which particular horror was eating at Johnny, and even if he did, he couldn’t imagine, not in his wildest dreams, how it would feel. Fucking Johnny. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.

 

“I know you feel that way,” he amended, and hazarded a glance at Johnny’s face. Despite the illusion of blood in his cheeks and the vestigial rise and fall of his chest, he’d never looked more dead. Beyond missing a real body, he was missing his fight. The sight of him, so broken, scrubbing phantom hands through his phantom hair had Simon feeling far more tender than his personal brand of emotional constipation and English masculinity would allow, so he added, “but you can. I know you can.”

 

“Bollocks,” and a bitter roll of the eyes was Johnny’s toothless reply. 

 

Simon pressed off the mattress to stand at Johnny’s feet. That’s what he’d do if things were really real, if nothing had changed, so that’s what he did. For the same reason, he cocked his head and hummed. “Insubordination at a time like this?” 

 

Johnny sighed. “You’re not my superior anymore, are you?” Like everything else he’d said and done in the past few hours, the words came out without challenge, without fire. He had laid down his arms. “You can’t really be my anything if I’m nothing.”

 

“Sure seem like something to me,” Simon hit back. They both winced as Simon’s hand passed through Johnny’s shoulder, a reassertion of reality that they, otherwise, chose to ignore. Because what else could they do? “What do you want to call yourself then? The devil on my shoulder?”

 

“Nah, I prefer hallucination . Drives home that you’re completely off your head.”

 

“You said it, Sergeant.”

 

“And you accepted it, Lt.”

 

They were getting somewhere.

part 5