#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.

Scaretober 2023

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Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

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Epilogue

[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)

[willreigns]

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.

[katklicken]

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.

[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!

[anincurabledisease]

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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’.

[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?

[jasdiary]

“I don’t question this world anymore, 2+2 could be 8 for all I know!”

Original Juvia Intro Post

Name : Juvia Yuyi Espejo

Nicknames : Juvi, Prefect/Housewarden, Piss Baby (Samuel @terrovaniadorm , Ellis @starry-night-rose , and many others,,,), Bestie (Ellis), Juju (Keres), A deer and a puppy..?(Artemis), ‘Via(Deuce and Ace), Sunshine (Deuce), Henchman (Grim), Human (Sebek), Child of Man (Malleus), Potato (Vil and sometimes Epel as a joke-), Mademoiselle Jaune (Rook), Sea Bunny (Floyd), Sunflower (Deuce), Nena(Ruggie and Azul)

Jp Va : Ueda Reina

En Va : Felecia Angelle

Age : 17

Height : 160 cm (5’3)

Homeland : [not found] … [Earth:The Bronx]

Birthday : 12/13 December 13th

Zodiac sign : Sagittarius

Species : Human

Hair Color : Chocolate brown with honey blonde highlights

Eye Color : Caramel Brown

Gender : Female (She/Her)

Sexuality : Bisexual

Family : Janae Oscuro(Mother), Javier Oscuro(Father?), Johan Oscuro(Younger Brother), Jayde Oscuro(Younger Sister), Solana Díaz(Grandmother), Royce Espejo(Biological Father), Unnamed Great Grandmother†

Occupation : Student at Night Raven College, Housewarden of Ramshackle

Twisted From : [not found]

WARNING!! Juvia’s backstory and trivia contains mentions and themes of sickness/chronic illness, depression, suicidal thoughts, child neglect,eating disorders and mentions of death. Please read at your own discretion!!

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School Information

Dorm : Ramshackle

School Year : 1st (Freshman)

Class : 1-A

Best Subject : Art

Worst Class : Math

Club : Board Game Club

Dominant Hand : Right

Favorite Food : Shrimp Alfredo

Least Favorite Food : Anything with condiments

Likes : Drawing, making friends, Being away from Crowley, Being with Deuce and Ace, Dying her hair, Rabbits, Grim!, Going to club meetings, The color yellow, Her grandma

Dislikes : Crowley™️, TREY!!!!, Floyd (most of the time), Mayonnaise, Being ignored, Being sick, Her body, Insects, Her mom, math!!

Hobbies : Digital art, singing, dancing, Cleaning up Ramshackle, Doing Crowley’s bidding/hj, Watching over everyone, Being NRC’s personal Therapist/j

Personality : Juvia’s goofy, she’s so very sweet and she’s super friendly! She adores making friends, whether she thinks they’ll stay or not. As the magicless prefect from a different world, Juvia’s extremely curious about Twisted Wonderland as there’s still so much she doesn’t know! At first meet, Juvia’s shy as she’s not very good at talking to people and tends to keep to herself. Once you actually befriend her, she’s never afraid to speak whatever is on her silly little mind. She’s super quick-witted with her jokes. Juvia describes herself as someone with so much love in her heart for everyone. She’s a little air-headed at times, which she usually laughs at!

Unique Magic : Nothing. She has…nothing. But, if she had nothing…why does the magic mirror tell her to be careful of her emotions?

Backstory + Part 2:

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆Juvia Yuyi Espejo Backstory*✨ ‹𝟥

Juvia is a Puerto Rican-Dominican girl from the Bronx. Her life wasn’t particularly special or interesting and she wasn’t exactly rich or poor but she was grateful for everything. Except for living. Juvia despised herself. A fateful day where she sat in front of the mirror, her stomach churned looking at herself and the words were starting to get to her again. She hated her body, she hated her freckles, she hated her hair, eyes, eyebrows, nose, everything. She was a good person, so why her? Why are people so mean? Why is she so mean to herself?

Juvia could do something about it, to make the pain go away. But, she knows she’s too much a coward to do anything. As she goes to stand up, Juvia feels something or rather…someone push her directly into the mirror in front of her.

The last thing she heard was the glass shattering before her vision darkened and she went unconscious.

When Juvia opened her eyes after what felt like forever, everything was still black. She was inside of somewhere, and it was entirely too closed up for her. Anxiety skyrocketing, Juvia frantically tried to get out of wherever she was. Banging and kicking every corner as hard as she could, she managed to succeed…..but she fell flat on the cold floor. When she scrambled back up, still wobbly and dizzy, her vision focused on the amount of people staring at her in dark robes. But what really shocked her was the…coffin?? next to her slamming open and out came a little grey creature. Wait, was he on fire?

Juvia tried to ask where was she was but her voice wouldn’t come out. No matter how hard she tried, her voice refused to cooperate. Probably due to shock. When a tall man with a crow mask walked up to her, the first thing he did was scold her! Who the hell was this guy? And wait a second, what the hell is a familiar?!

Juvia couldn’t really do anything but stand there and let the masked crow guide her in front of a giant mirror. Why…why does it have a face- WHY IS IT TALKING??

Her soul wasn’t from this world? Well, she knew that much!! Just what was going on?! God, she has so many questions…

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆Juvia Yuyi Espejo Backstory Pt.2✨ ‹𝟥

Ever since Juvia was young, she’s been in and out of hospitals. No one, not even doctors, know exactly what her sickness is. She’s just…not okay. Coughing up blood, Cataplexy, Memory loss…Something was horribly wrong with little Juvia. However, one thing was known. It was Fatal. The more and more her parents took her to the hospital, the worse she got. Eventually, her mom became frustrated. Not with the doctors, oh no. Juvia herself. Why couldn’t she just been a healthy child that was easy to take care of? Was this her birth fathers doing? Why does SHE have to take her?

From then on, she half-assed every doctors visit no matter how severe Juvia’s condition was. Little Juvia was smart so she was able to notice how her mother started to care less and less about her, watching the sparkle from her eyes dim into nothingness. But she love mami! and Mami loves her too!…..right? And why does dad look so sad? These questions were too much for Juvia’s migraine ridden brain. It wasn’t until she fell into Twisted Wonderland that she didn’t feel all these things. less headaches, less dizziness, she felt fine for the first time in forever.

But…will she continue to stay this way? With her heart slowly turning into obsidian liquid, Her time in Twisted Wonderland may be limited even more.

Random Trivia!

Since spawning in Twisted Wonderland, Juvia’s heart was drowned in blot. The blot greatly slows down her sickness which is why she seems healthier in Twisted Wonderland. But because it’s fully blotted, she’s greatly at risk to overblotting at any time. This is why the magic mirror or those who can see blot accumulation tell her to take care of her emotions.

Speaking of emotions…Juvia’s very emotional 😭

Juvia’s extremely close with Azul Ashengrotto and Ruggie Bucchi! she sees them as her older brother figures

She’s the closest with Deuce Spade, they’re seen together a lot even without their little ginger friend

Though she aspires to be in art, she has theater experience and is said to be a great actress

Juvia speaks spanish fluently and especially enjoys when people ask her to translate words

Back in her world, Juvia dyed her hair a lot! Her favorite color she did was purple. She doesn’t dye it as much nowadays because she finds it too time consuming

If Juvia was in a different dorm, she’d be in Scarabia!

You’ll almost never see her without those two black rings on each of her pointer fingers. if one of them leaves her sight, she begins to panic. They were her late great grandmothers rings.

She’s the butt of many…piss jokes due to her love of the color yellow💔

Her favorite professor is Trein, He treats her more gently than some of the other students because she reminds him of his daughters ☹️💕

After the events of Chapter 6, she’s become an honorary member of Pomefiore + Her relationship with Idia was slightly severed

Many of her friends have to keep an eye on her food intake as she forgets meals and sometimes isn’t used to eating a decent amount of food due to being sick.

Juvia’s stamina sucks balls. Sick or not, this girl is seeing stars after walking up a flight of stairs.

Juvia’s very sensitive. She’ll sob uncontrollably if you speak in a certain way to her ☠️😭

[Seen in her dorm uniform] Juvia has a small pocket watch that times her blot accumulation outside of her heart. In Chapter 8, it’s seen to be half filled.

Juvia’s hand is bandaged and then scarred after Grims manic episode in end of Chapter 5-Beginning of Chapter 6

Chapter 6 and 7 are the closest Juvia has gotten to fully overblotting

These Juvia Designs Show up near the end of Chapter 5. Juvia’ og design is still very much Canon and exists.

[malignant-biomass]

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

Little story thing I did a while back where I went back and forth between POVS using a random human and unnamed endoparasitum.

Words: 1721.

Content warnings: human death (fatal vore), blood/gore.

   Leaves crackled and crunched beneath heavy boots, the only sound that James had been hearing for the past twenty minutes. Even for a late autumn night, the park was unusually silent. The absence of scittering nocturnal creatures hadn’t gone unnoticed by the man, but he chalked it up to the fact that they were afraid of this predatory presence. He was at the top of the food chain after all.

   Small, clawed feet briskly dodged every leaf as the creature that they belonged to followed at a healthy distance. Its yellow eyes were trained on the target, boring into his back like lasers. It didn’t typically see humans wandering around past sunset, so this discovery had been a delightful surprise. It had already decimated the deer and coyote population in the area, and had been feasting upon small mammals and birds to satiate its unyielding hunger. Its next move was to start hunting in human neighborhoods.

   A lazy breeze swept through the wooded park, slipping in-between bare trees. James pulled his crochet beanie down further on his head, covering the tips of his wind-nipped ears. His daughter had made it for him last Christmas, and he was looking forward to seeing what she had planned for him for next month’s gift. With him and her mother not doing the best in terms of getting along, he needed to make sure that she was supported in every way possible to prepare for their inevitable divorce. His brown eyes squinted at the thought of his decaying marriage, causing creases to form in the outer corners.

   With the human male still completely unaware of its looming presence, it inched closer. He didn’t smell of chemicals or strange substances like the many humans that it had come across in the past. The thought of sinking its teeth into his healthy flesh and tearing muscle and ligament from bone made it salivate. A trail of bubbling saliva was left in its wake, coating the dried leaves and dirt that covered the forest floor as it increased its pace. The chilled wind rustled the thick, assimilated pelt of its emaciated form, a harsh reminder of the changing seasons.

   James turned the flashlight on from his phone, using it to guide him home. His daily walks usually didn’t take place at such late hours, but his shift had been longer that day, forcing his usual schedule back. The harsh air bit at his exposed fingers and nose, pushing him to walk more quickly in order to reach the warm embrace of his apartment. The streetlights ahead were finally starting to show through the gaps in the trees, but a single snap of a twig brought him to a halt before he could reach the edge of the woods.

   A mistake was made, the clumsy slip of a foot. It snarled in frustration at its own carelessness. The hunger was too much, clouding its consciousness to the point of failure. Fortunately for the mimic, this human had frozen up instead of running like most prey did. The whites of his eyes glimmered wetly in the moonlight, and the rancid scent of adrenaline started to waft out in waves from the pores in his pasty skin. It slowly approached, head down, tall triangular ears drawn back. The black lips of its elongated snout lifted up, baring an unearthly sight.

   Bile climbed James’s throat like a sticky worm, threatening to spill into his mouth. His lips were drawn tight, shoulders stiff. His phone was still clenched in one hand, but he didn’t want to have to use it out of self defense and leave himself in total darkness. He still had a ways to go before he was in the safety of the streetlights, and he didn’t know if there were more coyotes hiding within the shadows. His widened eyes flickered towards the beast, getting a glimpse of something that made his heart almost leap out from the safety of his ribcage. Coyotes were not supposed to have three rows of teeth.

   Controlling its assimilated form was nearly impossible now, with the scent of its prey enticing the carnal hunger that burned its insides like a never-ending flame. The canine maw had turned into something unrecognizable, a kaleidoscope of flesh, and teeth that looked more like ossified needles. It could tell that its façade was over with the way that his eyes widened in its direction, and the increasing speed of his heart. He was nervous, and rightfully so. It wanted so badly to play with its meal, to edge every last ounce of fear from his mind, but it didn’t have enough patience for such games.

   As much as James wanted to sprint towards the road, his legs wouldn’t allow for it. They were cemented to the leaf-strewn path, completely frozen. His erratic heart was the only thing that dared to move. The blood rushing in his ears was almost deafening, and he started to feel dizzy. It wasn’t like him to let a scrawny animal cause this much of a reaction, but no matter how much he convinced himself otherwise, this was not something of this world. Whatever foul thing that it was becoming shouldn’t have been possible, but his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

   Fleshy tendrils snaked their way out from underneath the tawny pelt, waving around in the chilled atmosphere. Their slick surface glistened in the dim moonlight, the tiny stingers on each end almost sparkling. Without a second thought, the mimic lunged forward, allowing its crooked teeth to root themselves deep into the human’s calf. He bellowed, frightening the birds that had been hiding in the treetops. His rich blood poured into its maw, but it wasn’t enough, it needed it all. He tried to flee, causing a mouthful of denim to replace the erythrocytes in its mouth.

   Pain like nothing he’s ever felt before surged through his body, but the pure fear in his chest worked like an engine to get him to safety. Warm liquid dotted the ground below as he quickly limped along, creating a sanguine trail for the snarling beast behind him. Its many-toothed jaws snapped at his ankles, and the sickening vines that grew from its back were being shot towards him like harpoons. After one too many glances back at the creature, James lost his footing, tripping on nothing but his own feet as he tumbled down to the ground.

   The hunger was almost unbearable, but with one foolish slip of its clumsy prey, it was able to finally calm it, if only temporarily. Rows of needle-like teeth penetrated his injured leg again, hitting the bone within. A screech not unlike an angry fox pelted out from his throat, echoing off of the many trees that surrounded the two of them. He attempted to fight back, like all prey did, with weak kicks to its head, but it continued to hold on to its prize.

   Its teeth felt more like shards of glass as they pressed further into his already injured leg. No amount of kicking and screaming scared it away, and instead, it seemed to attract it even more. The carmine tendrils grabbed onto his other leg and both arms, wrapping around each clothed limb like parasitic vines in an attempt to still his movements. They felt hot to the touch, and sickeningly moist. While smaller, the creature was stronger than he was, and held him down with an unnatural ease. His agony-induced cries were lost on deaf ears, but he couldn’t stop himself from howling out like a pathetic dog.

   The human’s bellowing caused fury to grow deep inside of the mimic’s consciousness, fueling its carnal hunger. Its cone-shaped ears pressed flat against its assimilated skull as it began to chew. Its body mass was not large enough to completely envelope this prey, and he was covered from head to toe in inorganic materials, so it would have to settle for ripping and tearing the meat apart like many earth predators did. It furiously tossed scraps of fabric aside, exposing more of his bare flesh. Goosebumps could be seen forming beneath his coarse body hair; a reaction to the temperature or itself, it did not know.

   Hope drained from James’s mind, leaving any empty space for only despair. He had never once pictured himself at the mercy of another living thing, and he couldn’t help but feel embarrassment through all of it. Tears burned as they swelled up, eventually flowing down his reddened face like a broken dam. How embarrassing was repeated over and over in his mind, even as powerful jaws crunched through his tibia, and then his fibula. His limbs still fought against the fleshy restraints, but his attempts were growing weaker with every ounce of blood that painted the coyote-thing’s mutated face.

   Each mouthful of sinewy meat torn from bone made the mimic lose even more of its composure. A few smaller tendrils emerged from under its blood-stained fur, whipping back and forth with excitement. The human’s cries had died down to pitiful groans. His limbs feebly twitched within its grasp, but there were no more attempts at fleeing. The thought of him even trying to get up made its biomass boil. The collective of cells moved beneath the false pelt like the waves of an ocean, bubbling it up in various spots; a scene that would have surely made the man scream if he had the energy left for it.

   Blood-tinged spittle oozed from James’s gaping mouth. His brain felt cloudy, his thoughts barely coherent, but he still felt everything, right until the end. Immense fear, regret for not being able to see his daughter one last time, and the embarrassment that held on to the very ends of his frayed neurons. As his lips dried until they cracked, and his organs started to fail to due blood loss, his last thought was that he had never felt such pain.

   Even with the copious amounts of flesh and viscera filling up its greedy biomass, the mimic still wanted more. It always wanted more. It would never feel full, not now and not ever. As it lapped up the remaining, sticky blood that had fallen onto the leaves and soil, its last thought was that it had never felt such a hunger.

   And the cycle continues.