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0046incognito · 2 days
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hibiki awesome violence montage
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zifey · 2 days
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saw some of your oc doodles on twitter and they are super cool! love the recent gif one with the four of them! do you have any info on the characters?
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hi!! i’m so very glad you like them ^_^ i always appreciate questions abt my ocs!! these 4, or 5 in the top image, is the main (disbanded) mid-2000s friendgroup from my story titled “izzy and the necromancer” that’s about a zombie named izzy who was resurrected by her necromancer best friend, elegy! the gif i posted takes place about a year before izzy’s death, hence why she’s alive in that one!! the plot of the story is mostly about angst, teenage depression, zombies, demons, witches, and gay people i guess LOL. so a bunch of spooky stuff!!(/j/j/j) i hope to one day make it a comic but i’m already working on a comic for another one of my stories so i don’t want to put too much on my plate :P i’ll post some doodles here and if you guys really like them i’ll start posting more oc stuff in general :3 i noticed i don’t do that enough
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dimpletheheck · 2 days
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Jesse is not pleased.
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She proceeded to aggressively honk at the sign
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imagine brothers force Michael to babysit Edna for a day. He obviously not a fan of this idea but then she placed into his arms. This little bundle of sunshine looks at him curiosly with her big eyes and makes cute baby noises, reaching out to him with her tiny hand and now he never wants to let her go. This baby is precious to him and he will protect her with his life! ❤️ ❤️
A/n: THATS SO CUTE 😩
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He hated this, hated that he was forced to watch the offspring of Lucifer. Michael didn't quite understand the obsession Gabriel and now his father held for the child.
She was the child of two traitors after all, how can they trust her?!
And yet....
The moment you placed her in his arms with a tired yet grateful smile he couldn't help but understand the reason for the obsession because the moment the archangel looked into her eyes he saw nothing but love.
A bright smile plastered on his face as she reached for him. Her small hands placing themselves on his cheeks. When Michael looked into Edna's eye's he couldn't help but see Lucifer. Swallowing thickly, he blinked away the sudden tears as he then gave her a smile.
"How about I show you a spot that your father loved?!"
Edna's eyes went wide, though she couldn't help but let out an excited squeal.
Holding her tight, Michael gave her a smile as he started to walk off with the little girl in his arms, he decided now he would anything in his life to project this little girl. He knew the whispers from the elders, from Lute.
He'd keep her safe, no one would harm her.
No one.
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swissy · 2 days
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*in the tune of mr. sandman* Little moon boy... bring me a dream...
His name is watson n he likes bunnies
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fungalfunhouse · 1 day
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cool infected and unpleasant gradient design + some oc stuff (and an animation test lol)
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imbrueanemoia · 2 days
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imbrue osc sona real ??????
the right one is the simpler style and the left one is the style i use more consistently
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putukdraws · 12 hours
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WASP WEDNESDAY #047
Kablammo buzzes her wings when angry.
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merrigel · 15 hours
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Out of place
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onndapixel · 3 days
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ocニーカッソ待機アニメ練習
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greenandsorrow · 3 days
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What once was.
the secret history fanfic
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"My mother and Henry's used to be friends and they would always take us to Pennsylvania in the summer, back when we were kids. We were the best of friends, inseparable... Henry was a chubby but tall boy, three years older than me. I was a frail but loud girl, very outgoing. We used to play at a creek, where my father had installed us a swing. One day Henry got in a terrible car crash and... he almost died. I went back to Greece, completely losing touch with him. Nothing could prepare me for the fact that I was to meet him again at college."
Warnings; possibility of smut, nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma, triggering themes in general, mentions of abandonment, physical injuries, mental health issues, self harm, drug abuse, smoking, homophobic people from the 80's, some very cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that have to do with death, very descriptive, pov changes, paganism, it's the secret history so you know what to expect...
an introduction matching spotify playlist my masterlist
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🕯️dividers used; @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune
🕯️Comments are highly appreciated, I love interacting with you!!!
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Please do not copy or repost my work.
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Chapters will start being added probably in June. I just like to tease stuff beforehand, so that more people can ask to be tagged.
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Tag list; @futurecorps3 @gxdsmonsters
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0046incognito · 3 days
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ahh eto....bleh
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enteez · 2 days
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jay → 'bite me'
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onisefo · 2 days
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wip of a model I’m working of my oc fable c;
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swayingluv · 3 days
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Prey of Hell - Chapter 0
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Alastor x Buné (OC)
Chapter 0: Prologue Next Chapter
“Quite a pleasure to be reporting this incident, quite a pleasure! However, what happened to this young lady is no pleasure! Famous ringleader, ?̵͓̱̞̘̌̍̆?̷̡̨͖̲͆̕?̴͖͙̝͚̀͐͑?̶͉̳̿͌͘?̸̳̌?̵̨͓̦̰͒?̸̧̖̅̒?̷̭͈̱͕͗̐̓, dead at 25! Such a tragedy I’m afraid, mauled to death by her very own tiger in front of her audience! What a way to go!” The radio host began, starting out his broadcast with his usual greeting. He sat in his radio tower, far from the majority of civilization. The tone in his voice seemed too lighthearted to be reporting this occurrence, especially because he had known the very woman who had lost her life.
“Reports say there was blood of a rabbit on her from previously feeding the tiger, and later on during her performance, the tiger attacked her! Ripping her to complete shreds. Guess you could say the tiger pulled a few limbs, huh?” He continued, a laugh track playing in the background after every cruel joke that was made.
“Now as one may know, I frequently announced for her shows whenever her dear announcer was out! Such an interesting soul might I say, she sure did live for entertainment, haha! Even dead, she is causing a show! Police are now looking into her for multiple accounts of murder, swept under the rug by using her own circus as a cover up. Mentions of abuse from the previous owners are also being looked into, however, nothing is confirmed! What an interesting case!” He announced, his radio show being broadcasted to everyone in the city of New Orleans.
“This case is one that is so vexing, a ringleader accused of something as serious as murder. Especially one that had such a famous circus, popular amongst people of all ages. It’s been deducted to nothing but a coverup for something much more dark, the circus owners being a line of horrendously horrible people! Only recently has the circus been exposed for these activities due to the death of their darling ringleader. She was a 25 year old woman, known for her brilliant entertainment skills. Her act was one for animal lovers, using a tiger to carry the show for her. However, in her most recent show, the tiger ate her alive in front of the crowd she adored. It really was a show stopping last performance!” The radio host continued explaining this tragic tale, entertaining his very own viewers in the process. There was something so sinister about this case that he enjoyed, making him smile at just the thought of the truth being uncovered.
“It truly breaks my heart knowing I had offered to be the substitute announcer for such a deranged woman. If I had known all of this beforehand, there is no way I would have said yes!” And with that, the radio host continued his broadcast for hours, switching from reports of this to reports of other news, as well as the most recent hit jazz songs. All the while this was happening, a new demon manifested itself in Hell.
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A woman fell from the sky, landing straight into Pentagram City. Her fall was the farthest thing from angelic, which made perfect sense, because she was the farthest thing from an angel. She gasped in pain as she hit the cold and dark floor, regaining consciousness. She shook her head, feeling something atop of it move with her shaking. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her hands, realizing that they were now long, white claws fading into a light pink at her fingertips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at her legs, which were now adorned with stockings. Her right leg had a very vibrant pink fabric covering it, a line of X’s traveling down to her ankle. The other leg held a white stocking, striped with very thin lines of black. Looking down to her feet, there were two heels on them. The heels were a dark maroon, matching the shorts she had noticed she was wearing. In addition to this, there seemed to be a coat resting on her body. The ends were torn, looking as if it had been shredded. Attached to her waist was a golden whip, leading to many ideas in her twisted mind. As her eyes trailed further up, she saw epaulets sitting on her shoulder. Looking straight down, she saw a vibrant pink and gold bowtie attached to her neck. She smiled, she loved the color pink! On the other hand, she had absolutely no clue where she was.
The smaller woman stood up, shaking her head once more, checking out her surroundings. She appeared to be in a city, although not a nice one. It was covered in trash and fire, and if a city could scream, it would. There were strange looking people running around the streets, cars on fire, people laying dead on the ground, and trash littered along the sidewalks. A moment of realization hit her, remembering her death. The memories struck her like a flash of lightning. 
She remembered her past life as a ringleader, hosting many events at a circus. Without much thinking, she remembered the name of said circus with ease. The Stellar Cirque. She recalled her last moments, the very tiger she owned attacking her as if she were prey. It tore her to shreds, taking her limb by limb. All in front of her audience too. They wished they could look away from the violent scene, but something compelled them to keep watching. She remembered feeding the tiger earlier that day, giving it a rabbit that it enjoyed. Rabbit blood splattered her clothes and neck as she fed the tiger, resulting in her inevitable death. The tiger smelled food, saw food, and ate food. Albeit, that food was her. She remembered her name, vowing to never let anyone know what it actually was. And from then on, she was known as Buné.
She walked out of the alley she had fallen into, walking out onto the sidewalk. Prancing past a store, she was her reflection in the glass window. Her hair was now a shade of pink between vibrant and pastel, pulled into a bun sitting just above the back of her neck. Her eyes were a dark pink, and her sclera were a light pink. On her head rested two bunny ears, starting at pink and cut into white at the top. Between those fluffy rabbit ears was a dark maroon hat with a vibrant pink ribbon on it, a bow with a long trail on the back of her hat. Her face was relatively the same, although her skin was pure white. Her cheeks had circles of lively pink on them and a light purple shade of eyeshadow was present on her eyelids. Her eyelashes were abnormally long, but most of all, her nose was a small nose that resembled a bunny. She stared at her reflection and let out a giggle, the irony of her new form. 
“What a cruel joke!” Buné grinned, watching her hands trail up to her ears as she felt them. Fluffy, how weird. Something caught her attention as she stared, her neck. There was a massive scar that appeared on her neck, a claw mark. It didn’t end on her neck, so it was safe to assume it continued onto her torso. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Damn cats.” She sighed, continuing her walk through this new environment. 
Buné looked up into the sky, seeing a giant pentagram looming above. Her mouth parted slightly as all of the clues started adding themselves up. Then, she smiled, reflecting on her very obvious crimes. “So, I’ve made it to Hell! Yay!” She cheered, thankful she still had consciousness. Her mind trailed back to all of the wrongdoings and crimes she had committed, starting from something as small as theft. Then, it led to bigger things, such as murder. Taking the lives of others had always given her an adrenaline rush she chased after, never wanting to leave that high. Her victims trusted her so easily, she appeared like a sweet woman who had a love for show business. But oh, were they wrong. She let out another laugh as she continued walking down the streets of Hell, soaking in the new cityscape she was bound to get used to. So many things were on fire, so many people were screaming
A strange man approached her, he was tall and much more built than her. His skin was a dull gray and he wore torn brown clothes. He had blackened horns that were the size of her very own ears, yet they were much more curved. His voice was raspy as he spoke, “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?” 
Buné narrowed her eyes at this, putting her claws on her whip that was attached to its holder on her waist. She kept her cool, realizing she had no reason to be hostile towards him, but still very aware of anything that he could try. “What a glacé sweet you are!” She smiled, showing him her sharp teeth that she had yet to realize she had.
He gave a sinister smile back, putting his slimy hand on her shoulder. This caused Buné to grab the dark maroon handle of her whip, ready to take it out if need be. “What do you say, we go to a more private place?” He slurred out, blinking slowly at her. 
Buné rolled her eyes, looking up to him with an unreadable gaze. “No need. I wouldn’t engage in such activities with someone like yourself.” She giggled, grabbing his hand and removing it from her shoulder pad.
The sinner did not take this well, growling at her response. “What makes you think you could even do that with me?!” He hissed, balling his fists at her. Buné grinned and took out her whip, ready to try it out. She only arrived a few minutes ago, and she was already getting into conflict! She lashed it against the concrete, hitting it hardly. As it hit, pink electricity sparked from it. She looked down at it and possibilities ran through her mind. 
Buné pulled the whip back up towards herself. “Say, could I try this out on you?” She asked, tilting her head as she questioned him. He looked at her with disgust, but that didn’t last. She backed up and raised the whip, hitting him with a splash of electricity bolting through him. His eyes became like spirals and for a split second, he seemed almost unconscious, as if he were having a daydream. After 5 seconds of this state, he regained his thoughts. His expression went from angry to fearful, and his eyes widened. 
“What the fuck was that? What the fuck did I just see? Who the hell are you?” He screamed at her in hurt, as well as pure horror. His thoughts raced as he brought his hand up to his head, stars spinning around his head.
“Whatever do you mean?” The rabbit demon asked, confused. All she did was hit him, nothing more had happened.
“I-I saw a tiger! It fucking jumped at me! I felt myself get torn to shreds! I saw the crowd cheering for it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed, backing away slowly. 
Buné’s eyes lit up with excitement. She saw that very scene as she died! How come he saw it too? All she did was hit him with her whip! “Oh? Do tell me more!” She excitedly started walking towards him, grabbing her whip. She held it out once more, striking him twice with force. He stayed still for what seemed to be twice as long, his dazed state returning to him. After that, he jumped back into himself. He gasped and screamed, rubbing his eyes as tears began to form. 
“Fuck you!” He said as he ran off, giving no more context to what he saw. 
The short rabbit demon pondered for a second and looked down at her whip, which was still shooting out pink bolts of electricity. She grinned to herself, putting it back into its place. “Fascinating!” She exclaimed, continuing her way down the sidewalk.
And with that, Buné quickly gained popularity for all of the wrong reasons. She found out quickly just what exactly she could do. Manipulate people’s thoughts into her own. She could take her memories from life and make them see the exact same thing with just a touch of her whip, replacing her in those memories for them.
She learned she could turn into something much more frightening on her own will. Thick, black horns would sprout from her head as her hat fell. Her eyes would glow with the same vibrant pink, and glowing stitches keeping her limbs together would appear. She realized she could remove her limbs in this state, as well as her own organs. It always made for the perfect party trick. There was much more to learn about herself as the years passed by.
After 8 years, a new demon manifested itself into the same hell Buné adored. He rose quicker than she did, earning himself the radio demon title. And something about that name, Alastor, rang a bell in her dark mind. The same Alastor that occasionally did the announcements at her beloved circus. She made it her goal to see him again, although she knew he probably did not remember her, she just needed some source of entertainment in this hell that she would spend eternity in.
It was early in the morning and walking down the streets of Hell, Buné spotted exactly who she had been looking for. In front of the tailors’, she recognized his face, although his form was much different from the form she had last seen him in. He was much taller than her and his tanned skin was no longer that, and instead it was gray. His hair was bright red and was black at the bottom, shortening as it led to the back. Atop of his head were two fluffy ears, sharing the same color as his hair, into a black just like the bottom of his hair. Although it was difficult to see, two small antlers were present next to his ear. A deer, how cute! Buné giggled to herself. A red tinted monocle rested on his face, as well as a giant smile showing off his yellow colored teeth. His eyes were sharp and firm despite his smile. Above his eyes seemed to have dark red of some sort, almost like eyeshadow. He had a black and red bowtie, much like her own, and a bright red and striped suit, paired with black pants. The radio host wielded a microphone, the same bright red being repeated throughout his appearance.
Buné’s eyes lit up, bringing her hands up to her chest and shaking them with excitement. She giggled and speed-walked towards him, excited to see the only other person she knew during her life. She ran behind him, tapping him on the back with her pointer claw. Alastor turned around, only to see no one there. His smile remained but his eyes furrowed in annoyance, only to receive another tap on his back once more. He turned around to see a shorter demon, resembling closely to a rabbit. He recognized her as the infamous rabbit demon, Buné. However he quickly realized that it was the same woman he reported a gruesome death on years ago in life. The same one he used to know decently, as he announced for her shows. He looked down at her, and before he could say anything she spoke up. “Alastor! I found you!” She giggled and put her hands on her hips.
Alastor’s eyes were unreadable as he responded. “Buné! I remember you quite well, you were a force to be reckoned with, dear.” He bent down and touched her nose gently with one of his fingers. Buné laughed in response as Alastor stood back up straight.
“You are the only familiar face I recognize in Hell. I figured I’d locate you!” Buné admitted, she had known literally no one else in Hell, and to know someone caused her much relief. She could handle herself fine, but knowing someone made things much more comforting. She had been alone in Hell for 8 years.
Alastor nodded politely in understanding. “I completely understand! I too know no one else, but you showed up just on time. I remember reporting your death, quite the flashy one I might add!” He took his microphone in front of him and rested both of his hands on top of it. 
Buné’s eyes widened and she looked away in embarrassment. Oh, he reported my death. That’s nothing short of embarrassing. She thought to herself, before speaking. “Ah, yes. A betrayal from my own animal. Nonetheless, in front of my audience, a total embarrassment!” She shook her head, not proud of her death.
Alastor laughed at her reaction, unable to disagree with her. “Yes, and to be exposed for all of your horrendous crimes right after! I would have never guessed you were such a violent woman, Buné, dear.” He looked down at her, almost expecting answers from her.
Buné looked back up at him, confusion creeping onto her face. “Oh? The authorities actually found out about all of my side hobbies?” She questioned, tilting her head to the left a little. 
Alastor turned to face the sidewalk, offering her his arm. “Of course! Join me on an outing and I shall tell you everything you wish to know about the results of your death.” He suggested, causing Buné to nod and take his arm as they began to walk down the sidewalk. Truly a start of a new friendship, one that could possibly shake this entire city of Hell, causing trouble like never before. ───────── ∘°𖤐°∘ ─────────
Thank you for reading the prologue! This is just a small project I'm working on, I have many drawings of her if you guys would like to see! My AO3 is swayingluv, it is also posted on there :)
Please don't be harsh, this is my first time writing anything and posting it! If people like this I might try to update more often. Thank you for your time, have a wonderful day/night <3
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pastriibunz · 2 days
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NIGHTMARE KAI-ME SEASON ONE, EPISODE THREE: FOREVER AND ALWAYS
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Episode Length: 30-45 minutes
Theme: forever & always - original starkid cast of nightmare time
Summary: Paul Matthews and Emma Perkins are finally getting hitched, and their adoptive daughter, Kai Drew, is happy to join them on the ride! However, when secrets arise from Emma's past, the happy family's lives are turned upside down as the couple is forced to confront their skeletons in their closets, and Kai is forced to choose between the family she thought she knew or the truth.
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NEXT EPISODE: S1, E4 - Revised Reprise
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LETS FUCKING GOOOO
this took fucking FOREVER gang i did not wanna write this one 💀
BUT
The next batch of nmks I am REALLY excited to write (considering they’re majority non cannon)
I’m suuuuper excited Guys
we’re gonna get overarching nmk lore in the next few WEHEW!!!!
but for now enjoy this!
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU LIKED THIS!!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!
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