#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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Witching Hour

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An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

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Still-Beating Heart

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Monster

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Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

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Epilogue

[owainbradys]

Hello.

[hazbinhotei]

find a way.

warnings: murder, descriptions of both alastor's and reader's deaths, mentions of bones breaking, alastor being a little shit, mentions of cannabalism (thanks rosie!), slightly yandere!alastor if you squint hard enough

word count: 3111

summary: Dying before you're able to reveal the truth of the Bayou Butcher, you find yourself somehow back in your late lover's arms (potentially with the murderous help of your very lover).

alastor x detective!gn!reader. thank you to the anon who requested this story—i might have gone a little off the rails with this one. sorry if the tones are all over the place, i really tried keeping this as short as i could (but i really could have written a multi-chapter story with a prompt like this)! hope you all enjoy!

The air in New Orleans always carried a humid weight, thick with the scent of damp earth, magnolias, and the faint decay of something best left unnamed. It clung to your skin, soaked into your lungs, but tonight, it felt heavier than usual. Or maybe that was just your grief making everything feel just a little harder to bear.

It had been twenty-eight days since Alastor died.

A ridiculous death for a man so utterly drenched in theatricality. Gunned down in the woods by some jittery hunter who mistook him for a deer, of all things. If only they knew what had really been skulking through the trees that night—what kind of predator had truly stalked those woods. What kind of smile had stretched across his face as he buried yet another body beneath the gnarled roots of the swamp. How he had likely still been grinning when the bullet tore through him, the joke of it all too delicious to resist.

You had spent those twenty-eight days trapped in a haze of grief, your mind slipping between fond memories of him and the horrifying suspicion that had taken root long before his untimely demise.

The Bayou Butcher.

A string of disappearances, bodies found days later carved up with something far too precise to be called mindless brutality. You had been on this case for months, following the trail of carnage through the underbelly of the city, through the murky swamps and dimly lit backstreets. And the closer you got, the more you realized that the pieces of the puzzle looked disturbingly familiar. The sharp, clean cuts. The haunting laughter some witnesses swore they heard in the distance. The overwhelming sensation that the killer was playing with you, leaving breadcrumbs just for the fun of watching you chase after them.

Then suddenly, Alastor died; and the murders stopped.

You weren’t a fool. You knew. You had known for some time. But knowing wasn’t the same as proving, and some foolish part of you—some lovesick, desperate part of you—wanted to be wrong. Wanted to believe that you hadn’t spent years sleeping beside a monster, that the hands that held you so gently weren’t the same ones that had carved up bodies in the dead of night.

Which was how you found yourself here, wandering through the bayou with nothing but a lantern, a revolver at your hip, and the gnawing certainty that he was still watching you.

The swamp was eerily quiet, save for the occasional croak of a bullfrog or the distant splash of something unseen breaking the surface of the water. Spanish moss hung low, ghostly fingers stretching toward you, swaying with a breeze that didn’t quite exist. The lantern’s light flickered, casting long, shifting shadows that played tricks on your weary mind. You swore under your breath as the sudden movement of a beetle caused you to jump in fear, your voice shaky as you cursed Alastor’s entire existence.

The deeper you went, the more the world seemed to close in around you. The trees loomed taller, their branches like skeletal limbs reaching for you. The mud sucked at your boots, thick and unwilling to let you pass unscathed. You could practically see Alastor's crescent smile in the moon shining brightly above you.

Then, a whisper of movement. A trick of the wind… or something more?

You turned sharply, the beam of your lantern slicing through the darkness. Nothing but trees and tangled roots. The reflection of a pair of red eyes—

No. Just the glint of light against stagnant water.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, an almost rhythmic thumping. Like laughter, distant and familiar, curling around the edges of your thoughts. You shook your head quickly, trying to dispel the chills creeping up your back.

“Ah, detective,” the memory of his voice purred. “Still chasing ghosts?”

You gritted your teeth and pressed forward. If there was anything left of Alastor’s secrets, they’d be here, buried beneath the cypress trees, hidden in the mud where he had left his victims to rot. Maybe, just maybe, you’d finally find the proof you needed. Maybe, just maybe, you could finally let him go.

The wind picked up, whistling through the trees, carrying with it the faintest echo of laughter. It sent a shiver down your spine, a primal warning that you were not welcome here. That you were trespassing in a graveyard of his making.

You stumbled upon a clearing, the earth disturbed, something recently unearthed or perhaps never properly buried to begin with. The stench of decay slithered into your nostrils, thick and undeniable. You knelt down, brushing away the wet leaves, the lantern’s glow illuminating the unmistakable sight of bone.

Then, the ground shifted beneath you.

Your foot caught on something—an exposed root, gnarled and treacherous. The world tilted, the lantern flew from your grasp, and you barely had time to register the sharp crack of your neck meeting unyielding wood before everything went black.

Silence.

And right as your consciousness slips, your very soul leaving your body, you hear it. A chuckle—low, amused, dripping with that ever-present jollity you thought you’d never hear again. As your chest heaved for the last time, you stared up at the trees.

Red eyes blinked into existence, shifting and swirling in the dark like embers catching fire. A shadowed figure loomed just beyond the veil of death, the air thick with something unseen but unmistakable. A presence. A voice, silk-soft and brimming with delighted cruelty.

“Now, now, darling,” it cooed. “I do hope you weren’t expecting a peaceful end.”

Your lips parted, but no words came. Just a breath. A final, shuddering exhale as the cold crept in and the world faded to nothing but his laughter, ringing through the trees like a death knell.

And then his whisper, curling in your ear, seeping into the marrow of your bones like the inevitable rot of something long since claimed by the bayou.

“Oh, darling,” he drawled, voice lilting with amusement. “You didn’t really think I’d let you leave me, did you?”

The last thing you felt was the curl of phantom fingers tracing your jaw. A lover’s touch. A predator’s claim.

“Damn you, Alastor,” you wanted to say.

But the swamp had already swallowed your voice whole.

Rosie had surprisingly gotten to you before Alastor did.

Her thick New York accent rang through your ears as your senses struggled to adjust, the overwhelming sight of varying shades of red making your head spin as you slowly opened your eyes. Everything was red—the sky, the streets, even the very air seemed to hum with a crimson glow. Your vision swam as you tried to make sense of it all, your equilibrium thrown completely off.

"Oh dear, let’s get that fixed," Rosie said, her clawed hands suddenly gripping your face. Before you could react, she tilted your head with a loud 'krrrck!'. Your spine jolted, the sensation somewhere between relief and pure agony. "You must've died hitting your neck with the way your head was all screwed up! Ain't that better."

Your hands shot up to grasp the side of your head, your mind still catching up with your body. Had that really just happened? You swallowed, testing the movement. No pain. No resistance. It was as if she had snapped everything back into place with the casual ease of someone used to handling broken bones.

You blinked up at the woman in front of you, the full realization creeping in like a slow, sinking weight. You were dead. And judging by her... unsettling appearance—wide, hollowed-out eyes, sharp-toothed smile, a presence that reeked of something both inviting and ominous—you could only assume the worst.

"Where... where am I?" you asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it aloud.

Rosie grinned, amusement dancing across her face. "Oh honey, where do ya think? Welcome to Hell!" She spread her long arms out as if presenting a grand prize, her voice laced with something between mirth and menace. "Surprised ya ain't screamin'. Most fresh meat ain't this calm!"

You exhaled sharply, mind racing. You had no idea how you were supposed to react, but screaming felt pointless. You had spent the last month chasing a ghost—and now you had become one.

Rosie seemed to take your silence as a good sign. "Nice to meet you sweetheart, I'm Rosie. Think of me as the mayor of this part of the ring." She hummed to herself, placing a pointed nail at her chin as she inspected you. 

"So, ya know anyone down here who might lend ya a hand? Get ya settled? Mother, father, old boyfriend perhaps?" The empty voids of her eyes seemed to glisten with amusement at your bewildered eyes, your reactions delayed as you tried to make sense of what she just said.

Before you could even realize it, a laugh bubbled past your lips, humorless and breathless. ‘Know anyone down here’? You practically had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her words. You knew deep down that murderous lover of yours was down here with you, since there was absolutely zero chance of him seeing the pearly gates. Sighing softly, you reply: "I’m sure a man named Alastor Hartfelt is somewhere around here."

Rosie’s hollow eyes widened, the jagged grin stretching further across her face as recognition dawned. "You know Al? My, my, that boy's been down here for a month and he's already makin' headlines."

Of course, he was. This time you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling, a pinch of unsurprised annoyance in your chest at the mere thought of him already trying to make a name for himself in this wretched realm. He was Alastor Hartfelt, after all.

Rosie wasted no time ushering you forward from your spot on the ground against a tree, leading you through the streets of what she called 'Cannibal Town' (you were too scared to ask if she meant it in a literal sense) until you reached a gaudy, vibrant storefront—Rosie's Emporium. The moment you stepped inside, you were hit with the scent of something sickly sweet, like sugar masking something far more rotten beneath. The shop was cluttered with all sorts of strange oddities, from towering shelves of canned goods labeled with unfamiliar names to displays of pastries that looked suspiciously human-shaped.

She plopped you onto a plush chair and clapped her hands together. "Now, sit tight while I ring up your ol’ pal. He'll wanna hear about this."

As she turned away, you glanced around, trying to push down the nausea creeping up your throat. Your gaze landed on a tray of delicately arranged cookies labeled "Lady Fingers."

Too literal.

Rosie caught the look on your face and burst into laughter, slapping the counter with one clawed hand. "What, not a fan of homemade treats? Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll get used to the way things work around here soon enough."

You swallowed hard, forcing down the disgust as you leaned back in your seat with a small nod. Despite your horror at your new permanent residency in Hell, Rosie had been a surprisingly very accommodating host. She was in the middle of explaining the whole power system of Hell, explaining the different Overlords who ruled over ‘Sinners’ when the bell above the door jingled. Rosie turned with a gasp of delight. "Well, speak of the devil!"

You straightened slightly, wiping your (now very inhuman looking) hands on your pants. You were oddly nervous, blaming your newness to everything as the reason why you felt out of place. You barely had a second to clear your throat before Rosie flung open the front door with a flourish. And there he was. 

Alastor stepped inside, exuding that same lively confidence he had carried in life, his grin ever-persistent. Though, this time, his teeth had become sharp yellow spikes, your throat closing at the way his appearance was so close to being human yet so horrifyingly demonic. A pair of fluffy red fur—were those ears?!—lined the top of his head, his previous brown curls now red with black ends. His once deep skin now morphed into a muted gray, his honeyed eyes now a glowing bright red that matched basically the rest of his very red, very Hellish appearance. He greeted Rosie with his usual polite enthusiasm, but the moment his eyes landed on you, the entire atmosphere of the emporium shifted.

A record scratch blared through the air, so sharp and sudden you winced.

A quiet moment passed by before you shot him a flat look, fiddling your fingers behind your back as you fought back the nerves of seeing him after a whole month; this time in an entirely new world. "...Please tell me you didn’t develop some sort of weird demonic radio powers."

Alastor blinked, then let out a burst of laughter—a static-laced, warped sound, as if spoken through a microphone. "Oh-ho! My dear, how delightful it is to see you again! And so soon!" He stepped forward, eyes roaming over your new Sinner form, his grin stretching impossibly wider. His eyes seemed to narrow imperceptibly at your neck, your mind wondering if it was clear you died from a fracture. "My, my, death has done quite the number on you. But oh, how I missed you!"

You scoffed, crossing your arms as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Cut the act. Let’s get this over with." Your voice was sharp, defensive, though your heart was betraying you with its erratic beats. "You were the Bayou Butcher, weren’t you?"

Alastor tsked, amusement flickering in his red eyes. "I always knew you would be the one to figure it out!" He let out a theatrical sigh. "Tell me, did you tarnish my name? Did you flourish in watching my legacy turn to ash as you revealed all my secrets?"

Your mouth twitched in embarrassment, a shameful blush dusting your cheeks as you paused for a moment. "I died before I actually could."

Something unreadable crossed his face, but his grin remained steady. A knowing sparkle danced in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist. "Ah, what a shame," he murmured, the faintest hint of satisfaction in his voice as the radio static that surrounded his voice oddly disappeared. (You tried to ignore the way your stomach flipped at the familiar sound of his raw voice, your cheeks warming even more at being so close to the man you loved dearly and hated so much at the same time.)

You narrowed your eyes, a suspicion creeping in that you didn’t dare voice. You remember the chills on your body that night in the bayou right before your death, something unseen watching you from the shadows. In the center of the emporium, Alastor watched as the gears slowly churned in your head, his eyes watching you like a hunter watching his prey walk into the trap he layed out.

Before you could dwell on it, Alastor took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips. "But what luck! You’re here now! Right back at my side where you belong."

Your fingers curled slightly, a frown tugging at your lips. "You sound way too happy about this."

His gaze softened ever so slightly, a rare glimpse into something deeper, almost tender beneath all the showmanship. A sight you hardly saw, but knew all too well what it meant. "And why wouldn’t I be?" he purred. "After all, did you really think I'd simply let death do us part?"

You let out a deep breath, exhaling all the stress and loneliness of the last few weeks into the warm air. You looked at him, watching him rub the back of your hand with his soft velveteen hands. Your heart clenched, twisted, but you couldn’t deny the warmth creeping through you at his words. As much as you hated to admit it, some twisted part of you was glad to see him, to hear his voice, to be near him once again.

Alastor chuckled, tilting his head as he observed you, his expression lingering between smug and affection. "Oh, I do believe I’m seeing that little smile! Admit it, you missed me."

You rolled your eyes, but the ghost of a smirk betrayed you. "I missed my peace and quiet, that’s for sure."

Alastor gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. "How cruel! And here I thought our love transcended such petty grievances."

Raising a brow at him, you continued with your waveringly indifferent tone. "Oh, please. You were probably prancing around Hell long before I got here, already charming your way into some demon’s good graces."

His grin widened as he leaned closer, his voice dipping to something more intimate as he rested his forehead against yours, his spine curling to meet your height. "Ah, you know me so well, cher." He closes his eyes for a moment, his grip on your hand becoming so gentle, so tender, as if he was worried this was all just a figment of his imagination. "But none of them compare to you, dearest. You were always my favorite dance partner."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of irritation and something far too affectionate settling in your chest. You huffed, lightly shoving his shoulder with your free hand. "Still as dramatic as ever, I see."

He caught your hand before you could pull away, spinning you in place with an effortless twirl, as if he were leading a ballroom dance. "Why of course! Have you already forgotten the man you fell in love with?" He gasps with faux offense, pulling you tightly to him.

His glowing red eyes sparkle with that dangerous frivolity you recognize from all those years together, his mouth morphing into an impish grin as he looks down at you. You felt his clawed fingers hold your waist tighter, his eyes scanning your face to remember every single detail of your new demonic appearance. You could only look back at him in slight amusement, surprised to find him eyeing you with such intensity. His lips pulled tightly together as he fought the urge to shadow you away from all of Hell, somewhere private where he could spend this new eternity with you—and only you. 

You glanced down at his parting lips, time slowing down as he opens his mouth to say something to you without the accompaniment of radio static once more. You were certain that if you had a heart left in that dead chest of yours, it would have skipped a beat at his next words.

"You know, for you, dearest, I’ll always find a way to have you back at my side."

[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.

[multishipper33]

Silly Game Time: WEIRD GLADIATOR FIGHTS! Florida Person (police reports have yet to confirm if they're a Florida Man, Woman, or NB, but are confident they're on Florida Meth) with a backpack full of fireworks. Also an alligator-tooth necklace they like to wrap around their knuckles, which could probably make for a devastating stab-punch. VS A prehistoric mammoth hunter with one obsidian knife and one stone-headed spear. Their rough clothes are made of crude deer pelt, thicker than modern clothes.

You've got $5 to wager on a winner (no split wagers). Place your bet!

do you guys not know how useless obsidian is?? unnamed florida person, duh

[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.

[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

[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!

[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.