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chronicalchaos · 1 month
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REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID
I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it
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chronicalchaos · 2 months
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Feel like posting a Smiling critters [human] AU from poppy playtime 3, but I'm not sure
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chronicalchaos · 4 months
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Chapter 1 is out! Decided to just post here, so...yeah
Might actually finish against time's [Wick AU] Chapter 1, just wanted to ask if I just post here or if I post it on AO3
Not quite sure about it, since it's so fucking long
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chronicalchaos · 4 months
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Against Time - Chapter 1
Clock's ticking...
Sam lights a match, looking over his shoulder as he hears footsteps from the trees, a silhouette rises, slowly walking over. Taking a step back, Sam feels his heart beating louder and louder. He had improved a lot, but he couldn't stop the rush of fear, because he knew, he knew he wasn't alone, once he stepped on this place, there was no coming back.
 The silhouette barely comes to view, hissing on an aggressive manner, it reminded Sam of Milo, his cat, everytime his mom attempted to put food on his bowl.
 In a blink of an eye, the silhouette, Tim, charges at him, Sam throws himself to the side, rolling backwards, he pulls the match closer to his chest, his knees dig onto the dirt as he slides back, hissing as his fingers touches the flame. Still with his match, he jumps back on his feet, dashing as quick as he can, heartbeats synchronizing with every step. Sam zigzags through the trees, ignoring all the branches that scratch his skin as he runs, skipping over rocks while trying desperately to keep his flame going.
 But, he didn't have time to lead him astray, as his match dissolves in a green smoke, taking the hint, Sam stops, turning swiftly and facing the ghost.
 Tim raises his hands, a breathy laugh coming from behind the mask, but Sam didn't move, neither flinched, standing bravely, as the ghost almost catched him, instead, he also turns into a green smoke. Sam takes a deep breath and let's out a big sigh, feeling his lungs empty completely, closing his eyes, Sam feels his body get cold, specially around his stomach, shivering as the wind brushes his now exposed skin.
 Once he opens his eyes again, his surroundings are covered with the green smoke, this time being very thick, he couldn't see a single thing inside it, it's a fog now... Even so, Sam walks on its direction, barely knowing where it would lead him, after all, he was completely lost before Tim had attacked him.
 "It's not pitch black this time, thank god" Sam mutters to himself, shivering with just the thought of that happening again. Sam never fully enters the green fog, as it forms a circle around him, not that it bothers him, he's been through this so many times that it almost became part of his routine. But something was different, that same silhouette rises, this time, not in an aggressive manner, Sam stops, watching as the fog slowly reveals the campfire, Tim looks over his own shoulder, his blue eyes stare at Sam, it felt...eerie, seeing him how he was back in the 1900s...when he was still alive...
 Sam could barely identify Tim's expression under the smiley mask, he keeps a good posture, hands behind his back and chin up. At Tim's side, his twin is sat, him, however, is not wearing his signature mask, it rests on his lap. Tom's face has exactly three scars, one going through his left eye, another coming from his ear to the side of his right eye and another on his lips. The flame flickering, threatening to put itself out, Tim takes note of it as he seems to stare at the flames...lost in thoughts. Sam flinches, hugging his own stomach as pain over takes it, forcing his eyes shut while trying to clench his teeth in an attempt to overshadow the pain on his spine, or rather, what remained of it, a cracking noise echos through the fog, he wasn't sure if it was coming from his own body or somewhere else, the pain didn't alloy him to think straight.
  The way he feels his lungs moving, there was no doubt, if he was alive, he would be hiperventilating. Why is it so painful?! The other times it didn't hurt as bad as it was right now. Sam starts stumbling in a random direction, coughing while his head spins uncontrollably, finally opening his eyes, just to see himself tripping on his own feet and falling face first on the grass, staining it with the remaining of his blood as it quickly escapes his guts, his vision seems to blurry as a silhouette appears in the middle of the fog, it's a bit small and quite thin, what looked like a young kid that curled up on itself, kneeling and digging it's hands on the dirt with no effort. He could feel someone tugging on his arm, attempting to pull him up, but failing miserably, the silhouette burrows itself deeper on the dirt, having it's whole arms inside the ground, it's chin brushing the grass.
"Great, mister Wisenheimer arrived" A wheezy quiet voice reaches Sam's ears, his eyes wandering to where he heard the voice coming from, there, he could see what looked like Tim, but there was blood, more blood on Tim's clothes than Sam remembered him having. Suddenly, he feels himself slipping through a forming hole under him, it didn't take long until something scooped him while slipping out of the hole, pushing Sam to be sitting up against a tree, coughing, the silhouette starts to take a clearer shape, one of a young boy, his skin seeming to decay slowly at every second that passed, Caleb stares at him, his eyes grossely starting to melt, it wasn't that he didn't feel disgusted by the scene unfolding in front of him, he just didn't feel the signature twist on his stomach.
"If only you didn't act like a little grouser for once and helped him, i wouldn't have to intervene" Caleb turns his face over Tim's direction, who takes a step closer, tilting his head slightly to the left, arms crossed and chin risen just enough to give him an arrogance aura. "Not that i wanted to be close to you in the first place...but the poor guy was in need, so i had to step in" Tim seemed to reach for something on his vest's pocket, ignoring completely what the younger boy was saying.
"Don't lie, Caleb" Tim pulls what looked like a pocket watch from his vest, opening infront of his own face, almost posing in a theatrical way "I know very well how you just want to show off how good and perfect you are, mama's not here to spoil your needy little heart" Caleb stands up from the floor, brushing the dirt off his clothes. Sam feels someone tugging on his sleeve, at his side, Tom's head is tilted on a very unnatural angle, his face kinda distorted in pain.
"Hey..." A soft, quiet, voice escapes from Tom's lips "...it's gonna be alright..." His bones crack as he untangles his broken fingers from Sam's sleeve. The redhead covers his mouth, coughing slightly before pushing himself off the ground.
"I'm fine..." Sam mumbles, feeling Tim and Caleb gazing into him, he lowers his head, slowly wrapping himself, his eyes averting to Tom as he hears cracking noises, watching as the mangled body contorts against the grass, desperately looking for some relief, if that's even possible.
Sam inhales, not really filling his lungs with air, turning on his heels and stepping away from the three of them, he is once again engulfed by the green fog, just as a thunder cracks in the distance. A storms approaching, and it looks like it's going to stay for a while.
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chronicalchaos · 4 months
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Might actually finish against time's [Wick AU] Chapter 1, just wanted to ask if I just post here or if I post it on AO3
Not quite sure about it, since it's so fucking long
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chronicalchaos · 4 months
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A leather book with a single poem.
Candlebrace shipping au re-write
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‘Crap, that was too close.’
Sam thought, out of breath as he looks around the corner from the hallway. ‘Does she ever give up?’ Sam wondered as he stared at the hallway he just came from before sighing in relief. “Apparently she does.”
Sam said quietly, looking around yet another hall he entered. ‘Jeez, how many hallways, stairs and doors do these people have?’ Sam wondered after he turned to see a dead end with an empty pedestal.
He sighed in frustration, turned to leave before spotting something hidden behind the empty pedestal, dragging his full attention.
His curiosity got the better of him as he approached and crouched towards the pedestal. He picked it up to look at it better and hummed in interest.
As a bookworm, he’ll read anything that catches his interest… but if the book ended up being either too much or its not as good as he hoped, he’ll stop.
The book’s leather has a cover picture of a silver hand, holding a silver skull, but not a cover title. ‘… so weird- blank?!’ Sam thought in confusion, flipping through the pages only to still see blank... all but one
The page looked normal enough and Sam does like poems, after looking around one last time, Sam decided to read it.
“With this flame, it’ll keep you safe.
From the darkest minds, you’ll be clear of hate.
With a pure heart and a loving embrace, death’s kiss is what awaits?”
Sam tilted his head while blinking at the page, confused by the words in front of him. ‘If this is a love poem, then it’s the most morbid I’ve ever read.’ He thought, shaking his head and reads the next verse.
“Only a pure candle can hold his flame, just turn around and say his name.
With a bunch of flying feathers at their pace, Tomothy weaver was his name.
Died at an early age of 8, now 23 out of the angels gate.”
While reading the second verse, Sam both felt bad and confused reading that line. Sad at the thought he died very young but confused at the age he is now. ‘How can he be 23 when he died at the age of 8?’
He wondered before shivering as he felt a chill crawl up his spine, he gulped, feeling anxious about reading the next verse... but still read it nonetheless.
“Reading this book with pages blank, he’ll find you at his own pace.
Disguised a Raven as you read this page, he’s now standing in your space?!”
Sam screamed at the last bit, turned around quickly to see at least something odd he never saw before… but found nothing. Feeling frightened he turned back towards the book and sighed a shaky breath, not feeling as confident as he read out loud one last time.
“Y-you’ll know he’s here when you say his name,
T-Tomothy weaver’s found you… cause you said the Angel’s name.”
Sam’s eyes widened, the book slipped out of his grasp as he realised what he had done. ‘I read that out loud… which meant-.’ He thought turning around and almost screamed.
A 23 year old boy wearing a crown made of flowers and rib bones is in front of him.. staring at him with white void eyes. Sam couldn’t move. His feet stayed in place, even if he wanted to he can’t... plus he’s cornered and leaning backwards against the pedestal.
“H-hi..?” He greeted, a little awkwardly but still a greeting. The boy, he assumes is ‘Tomothy’ looks down at the book behind him.
Looked back up, then down, then back up again staring directly at Sam. “You read… my book..?” He asked, tilting his head.
Sam’s thoughts screamed to run! Get out as fast as you can! But he’s cornered and the only way out is behind Tom.
The redhead swallows, not really having a choice but to answer him. “Y-yes.” He told him, nodding his head. “I shouldn’t have done that if it made you up- mmh?!.”
Sam squeaked, eyes wide and completely off guard by the gesture.
This Tomothy person has his hands holding his head, cold lips on his own… and he’s panicking, a lot. ‘What the hell, what the hell. What. The. Hell.” He thought.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” He said after parting. He let go of Sam’s face and ran off, turning into a murder of crows as Sam stands there in shock.
“I-… what did-.” He was about to ask before feeling drowsy, his sight going a bit fuzzy as his legs wobbled before his vision succumbed to darkness.
And all Sam had heard. Was the call of a raven.
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Ok, I’ve finally finished reading-writing the whole thing.
That last one I did for a mutual didn’t really… fit so well.. especially at the beginning. *dying inside of cringe*
But yeah, @chronicalchaos’ au is called the RE village au, just… don’t try to find it in tags you’ll see a lot of stuff relating to RE village as other au’s
Or do if that’s what you want.. I’m not stopping you.
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chronicalchaos · 4 months
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Hi! Haven't posted here in quite a while, not sure if I will post much, so...I'll just drop this here:
Some context, I got to actually play as Tom on an RPG, it was a few sessions and he's still alive so far, which will definitely lead to more funny moments. He is 32, Tim is[was] missing and he is[was] after him, doesn't have the chronic pain anymore, but it was not through normal means [Tim literally did a deal with the devil that lead to that],
Also, his bad leg was amputated because of Mary's bullshit. And Sam[He's older than Tom here] is the leader of the organization, he kinda adopted Tom to live with him
Highlights of playing as Tom
- on his first moments meeting part of the group -
Tom, takes out his mask:
Party member 1, rolling for intimidation: You know something and you're not telling!
Tom: - Unfazed -
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- Everyone getting some energy drinks in the van, there's almost 50 cans in there -
Tom: Can't drink that, I take meds
NPC: Yeah, there's a list of thing you can't eat
Tom: ...wait, what?
NPC: You know how Samuel[Sam] is
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Party member 2, who's just silly: See! They're making lists to take you down!
Tom: ...and?
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Athena: Let's make a deal–
Tom: I don't want to make deals
Athena: ok, let's make a little promise then
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Athena: - kidnapping party member 2 - You gossip, no friend for you
Tom, who tried to deceive the literal god of knowledge and hasn't noticed she kidnapped his roommate: Screw you?
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- Tom and Party member 2 arriving at their hotel room -
Party member 2: Tom, we can do whatever we want?
Tom: I think so, just not destroying this place–
Party member 2: But like, do you want to murder someone?
Tom: ...depends who
Party meme 2: Let's go find someone here to–
Tom: Ah, not from here
Party member 2: From where then?
Tom, talking about Mary: She's on the United States
[The RPG doesn't take place on the USA]
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Party member 1: Where are we going now?
Party member 2: USA :D
Tom: What–?
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Party member 2: - falls asleep on the hotel room -
Tom: - draws a pentagram on his forehead -
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Tom: - falls asleep in the van -
Party member 2: - draws a pentagram and a mustache on him -
Tom, waking up with something tickling his face: ...What happened?
Party member 2: Tom, we decided to sacrifice you
Party member 1: No–
Tom, giving out a small laugh: Wouldn't be the first time–
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Tom: ...is baptism considered a sacrifice?
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Tom: I almost died of hypothermia once
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- Tim is finally free from working with the bad guys -
Tim: I killed the devil
Tom: What
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Here's a little extra from my session doodles :D
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chronicalchaos · 7 months
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Yeah! Of course!
To all my followers and my mutuals @vinehasnohopeleft and @chronicalchaos
I have a wick au to share… if you’d like to see it, or know what it is? I’d be glad to know your thoughts by… reblogs and comments… it if that’s ok? Maybe?
I’m so sorry, I’m being too pushy about this-
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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@alexiss132 Suggested Tim, so here he is: The Ultimate Drama! Was between his talent being Drama/Acting or a cosplayer, it ended up as Drama. He knows a bit about costume making as well and did help Tom with faking his death-
3/6, halfway there :)
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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Changeling tom?
The six Wick character drawings are for the danganronpa AU, taking the base characters and drawing on their AU's counterparts, but i might draw him again someday, it's been a while since i last drew him
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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Tom ultimate writer
That would fit, but i do have a main(?) talent a bit different for him, if it can even be called that...
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Tom's the mastermind! There's a few talents that do fit him, i consider him as the Ultimate Analyst, but he could have been mistaken as the Ultimate Writing Prodigy/Writer when being enrolled at the academy, having picked a few writing abilities before discovering his true talent.
However, because of a particular event in the AU, before he became de mastermind, he could be considered the Ultimate Survivor, having survived a killing game as the only one left alive, but that might be a story for another post. 2/6 :D
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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@vinehasnohopeleft Suggested Sam, so here he is: The ultimate Artist! He's gone through a few possible talents(candlemaker, lucky student), but ended up as an artist. 5 more to go, i guess.
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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While I try to find a way to introduce the new part of the RE Village AU, why not introduce another? So
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I'm gonna introduce the Danganronpa AU like this, since I've been so focused on this one. :D
Basically, you can send me a random wick character and I'll draw them as their AU counterpart.
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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Wick RE Village AU might be coming back with new stuff .
And be prepared, 'cus someone's getting a Villain arc >:)
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chronicalchaos · 9 months
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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
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chronicalchaos · 11 months
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Oh, i don't mind!
Before I go on what might take a long story to explain, just gonna leave a !GORE WARNING! For a few drawings i want to include.
It all started in the late 1980s, when the weaver kids were actually still kids, Lillian was like...almost a year old. Anyways, Tom started seeing stuff, a black blob that sometimes looks like a person, a few days after Tim was sent to a boarding school for stabbing another child, Tom was actually chased by it and survived, that's when he started researching the paranormal and stuff.
The drawing/1990s spin off takes place, as kinda the name suggests, in 1990s, where Tim comes back home and shit start happening, evil clones, chases, stuff like that.
The main campaign actually started in 2022, the same year we were when we started playing, a few years after the weaver kids were used in weird experiments from the church. The trio, being a team of paranormal investigators for an organization since 2016, went to investigate a weird house, Travis and Duncan merged together as one. They finished the mission and brought Sam back.
Second mission was a flashback of the trio killing a changeling and saving some kids. The last is going to be them killing the weaver's, who'll be monsters by then.
Some evidences i did:
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The girl Tim's holding is one of Sam's friends(and his crush in the RPG lol)
Ok, this is completely random and I just want to say this...
I really love the drawing you did for your profile picture.
Oh, thanks! It's part of a drawing that I did, it's sort of an spin off from my Wick inspired RPG
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I actually finished the drawing part, but I didn't find a picture, just this incomplete version.
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chronicalchaos · 11 months
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What is the sexuality of the trio and weaver kids from wick Peculiarity au? and congratulations on lgbt pride :⁠-⁠)
Thanks! Happy pride for you as well!
Well, it's not really a sexuality, but I can see Sam being gender fluid. As for Travis and Duncan, I'm not sure, they might be straight, they might be gay for each other, who knows, I'm leaving this one open honestly.
The weaver's don't really know the concept of sexuality, but Tim could definitely be Pan. Tom probably is on the AroAce spectrum, not that he wouldn't fall in love, he just spends his days travelling around on his car with a gun and a demonic pet/friend. Lillian might discover herself as a lesbian in the future, Caleb and Benny probably are just straight.
They aren't really includee in the ask, but John's an Ally, while Mary and James would be very homophobic. That's all, i think :)
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