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retroghouls-if · 7 months

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THE STORY

Music has always been a part of you.

You could hold a bow (violin/viola/cello) before you could hold a pencil. Unfortunately, life has catapulted you into a downward spiral. Your college band disintegrates. A close friendship goes up in flames. You’re doing nothing with your life. Death and a personal betrayal have left you bereft. You have never felt more worthless. Everything culminates on the night of your sister’s wedding when you drunkenly form a Faustian contract with the entity that haunts your apartment.

For better and for worse, you are now destined for greatness.

The devil has but one thing to ask in return: absolute domination. You are to conquer anything and everything through the power of good ol’ fashioned rock n’ roll. And you’re not alone. Armed with friends (new and old), a new band, and quite literal hellspawn to help, you are going to conquer the world.

Not because it’s what you want, but because failure is not an option.

Not for any of you.

CONTENT WARNINGS

Retroghouls is intended for mature 18+ audiences for dark topics including abuse, violence, explicit language and sexual content, and more.

FEATURES

Customize your MC from their physical appearance, personality, sexuality to their musical background (violin, viola, or cello), familial relationships, and more.

Choose your band’s concept and determine its overarching message. Is your group activist, a sex symbol, or a harbinger of destruction? Will you tell your fans that they’re not alone? Will you challenge them to persevere no matter what? Or will you encourage them to burn it all down?

Manage your newfound inspiration and the cornucopia of side effects that come with it.

Protect the anonymity of you and your bandmates.

Outwit a demon or two – if you play your cards right.

Romance a cast of troubled individuals.

Make objectively terrible decisions! Ruin lives! Or don’t. You will face the consequences of your actions either way.

ROMANTIC INTERESTS

Camille ‘Ilim’ Vaughan [she/her or he/him] is the drummer of your new group. Having been involved in the music industry for over a decade, they are a person who invokes a myriad of opinions. Both beloved and reviled, Ilim themselves operate in extremes. They make no effort to hide their agenda. So the question follows – what part will you play in the reckoning? [MORE]

Tuesday ‘Needle’ Nelson [he/him or she/her] is the bass of your band’s guitar trio. So, whether it is during concerts, midnight comp sessions, or just casual riffing at hq, they are always close by. Music has always been their one true love and so they’re determined to pour their blood, sweat, and tears into this project. Tuesday has very little else otherwise. [MORE]

Micky Monroe [she/her or he/him] You two took orchestra together in high school and haven’t given a passing thought towards one another since your graduation performance. Now, courtesy your prodigious manager, Micky & Archangels are the feature on your upcoming album. Once the album is done, you’ll surely fade from one another’s lives just like before. Both of you agree, it’ll be just like before. [MORE]

Jack/Jackie Graves [he/him or she/her] is the heart of your PR team, coordinating with managers, publicists, and social media specialists to ensure no unnecessary information about the band leaks. Your privacy is their bread and butter. Your security pays their bills. Don’t mistake their friendliness. Don’t mistake their kindness. It’s just common business to look out for one’s best interests.

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #twine game #dating sim #retroghouls if #interact if #if wip #interactive fiction wip

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therosebanshee · 2 months

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I never do ship fanart, let alone make kids of a ship, but I was compelled. The girl is Pomme, and Ignace is the boy. They're both super cute but can be little hellions, and some time straight up creepy a la The Shining (it's a hotel so it's perfect)

I don't know how the twins came to be, like did they just pop out of thin air due to magic, or what anything is possible in hell. The twins dont have antlers. Instead, they sprout horns and claws like Lucifer and Charlie. They got their cheek markings, too, but they got some melanin from Alastor. They have shadow magic, too, but usually get around by climbing the ceiling like the hellspawn they are. Their heads can swivel 360° like Alastor, which freaked Charlie out the 1st time it happened, thinking she broke her baby sibling. Charlie was sobbing while holding the baby away from her and sleep deprived Alastor, who knew they could do that just fell into a fit of manic laughter. Lucifer then walked into the demented scene holding Pomme and walked right the fuck back out.

Alastor was freaked out at first, but they look so much like his mom that he couldn't help but fall in love. I see Alastor as the more "mom" of the pair since he actually had a mom, can cook, seems to have a more 'get things done' type of personality. While Lucifer is getting better at being a dad. Hes terrified hes going to let them down like he feels he did to Charlie. But when your partner(could be platonic could be romantic although I a demiromantic personally lean towards romantic after getting to know each other and bonding) doesn't up and leave, support makes all the difference. I also feel like they're first words were calling Alastor Mama because Lucifer had been training them as revenge for the whole "It's a little funny, you could almost call me dad" line he'd be like "nuh uh not even these ones are going to"

Alastor and Lucifer argue a lot about their clothes. Alasto will not have his children dressed like members of a circus. Lucifer doesn't want them dressed like little old people. Youd think since theres two they could compromise but the one thing they wordlessly agree on is that theyre cutest when they match. Charlie or Nifty usually step in the middle of the argument and dress them during the argument and take them to the kitchen. They're low key aware of this but still argue because fighting is low key a love language.

Other than their parents, their favorite people are Charlie(sister), Rosie(auntie), and Nifty(pseudo sister.) They like cuddling with Angel and Husk, for naps because they're soft, but for awake time, absolutely no respect for those two! It's like the scene with Jack Jack and the babysitter in the Incredibles. They don't like Vaggie at first since Alastor has a bit of a tiff with her, and she takes Charlie away from them. She eventually wins them over. They like her singing and that she talks to them like big people(she's not capable of baby talk.) They hate the Vox and Val much to Alastor and Angel Dusts delight. They're awed by Zestiel, though no one is quite sure why. Zestiel is greatly amused by this.

#radioapple #my art #fanart #hazbin hotel #appleradio #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor #pomme #ignace

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imaginepirates · 1 year

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An Unexpected Reunion

Essentially, this is a sort of sic-fic for an anon who wanted to see the reader look after James. After his stint in Tortuga, when he doesn't have the strength to care for himself, he ends up on the Pearl, and the reader helps him out. The two just so happen to be previously acquainted—the reader is a pirate James once had in custody. Mild angst ensues.

@emdrabbles @tesserphantom @viper-official @hellspawn-brownies @groovy-lady @ghoulishbehaviour @wordsinwinters

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If you knew one thing about former Commodore James Norrington it was this: he did not know how to take a break.

Even now, as you watched him struggle to keep upright, he didn’t quite seem to understand the disadvantage he was at. He wavered, leaning hard on the ship’s rail before trying to stand on his own. He convulsed a little, as if he might throw up, and though you wouldn’t have been surprised, a fresh wave of pity rolled over you.

You had feared him, once. Done your best to keep out from under his iron grasp of the law. You’d failed, too. Other than Elizabeth, you were the person aboard the Pearl who knew him best. I knew his prison cells, too, you reminded yourself.

He looked up at you, and you made eye-contact. There was a foggy recognition in his face, and you watched the gears in his head turn as he attempted to make sense of who you were.

“Am I that hard to remember?” You walked toward him, hoping he wouldn’t fall on you. “I’m offended,” you teased.

Norrington looked you over with disgust, as if he were in a position to do so. “I arrested you.”

“I’m flattered you recall.”

He frowned. “You escaped.

“I hope that’s not a sore spot?”

Norrington shot you a venomous glare, though there didn’t seem to be much actual hatred behind it. Oh, it had been one for the ages. The escape had been anything but easy, you’d give him that, and most of it had been the opportunity of chance, but you were one of the few, if perhaps the only, pirate to have escaped the young officer. You’d hoped never to see him again, to boast your tale without being caught a second time. You’d even left the Caribbean for a time to evade him. Now Jack shared your fame, though on a technicality, you knew, and here poor Norrington had to put up with you both.

You’d never expected to meet him again, and certainly not like this, brought so low. You hadn’t even known the world was capable of bringing a man like him to his knees.

“You look like you just crawled out of a pigsty.” You frowned, hoping you weren’t right.

Norrington smirked, an expression you’d never seen on the man, and it was not a particularly pleasant thing to see. “Sparrow employs from interesting places.”

You sighed. “At least let me help you not look like hell?”

“What would you care?” Norrington cast you a suspicious glance, though he let you wrap a stabilizing arm around his shoulders.

“You didn’t let me look like shit when it was your ship I was on,” you mumbled, somewhat reluctantly.

In truth, James Norrington had taken shockingly good, if not necessarily tender, care of you while you were his prisoner. It may have been humiliating at times; being ordered to wash, getting inspected by the ship’s surgeon, and having your hair shorn to prevent lice; but it had kept you healthy, and, in Norrington’s reasoning, kept you alive until your due time at the gallows. That, and rendering you incapable of getting his crew sick. Though you had cursed his name every day, you knew he hadn’t needed to go to such lengths.

Surprise crossed the man’s face, but he said nothing. You helped him belowdecks to a rather empty store room, bracing him on the stairs to keep him upright. You left him a moment, returning with a basin of water, some cloth, and a comb, hoping that it might do something for his raggedy appearance.

“The wig has to go.”

James snatched it off his head, regarding the thought with reluctance. “It’s one of the last reminders of home.”

“Which is half the reason you need to get rid of it,” you said, tone softening. You took it from his hands, setting it out of sight. “It’ll only make you more miserable.” You pushed the coat off his shoulders as well; it was well overdue for a meeting with a washing board.

For a while, you stood in silence, James letting you wash his face with the cloth, trying to get mud out of his hairline. He scrubbed down his shins and forearms, rolling up tattered sleeves to expose newly tanned skin. There were scars there, too, old ones and new, and you remembered an occupation in the Navy was every bit as dangerous as piracy was.

“You gave me one of those.” Norrington interrupted the silence, rubbing his thumb over a small scar on his left arm. “Capturing you wasn’t as easy as planned. You nearly gave me another, too, when you tried biting me.”

You laughed, taken aback. You’d forgotten about it—you lashed out at him when he made the surgeon wash and cut your hair.

“It wasn’t funny,” he said, but he was smiling all the same. “I thought you were going to take off a finger.”

“Oh, I wanted to. I do hope you aren’t thinking of returning the favor.”

“Does this mean my hair is next?”

“It certainly does. I’m going to have to pull all manner of debris out of it, aren’t I? Maybe I should’ve grabbed gloves.”

James snorted. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.”

“I could say the same about you.” You moved to stand behind him where he sat on a barrel, taking the comb in your hands and gently teasing knots out of the ends of his hair.

James’ voice sobered. “Why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you have every reason to hate me. I held you as my captive, and when you escaped, I spent months trying to hunt you down. If you hadn’t managed to evade me, I would’ve been your ticket to the gallows. I might as well have been the noose around your neck myself.”

You sucked in a breath, unprepared for the question. Not that you hadn’t expected it. Why am I helping him? “You were doing your job, I was doing mine. I’m glad you failed.”

“That still doesn’t explain—”

“Look,” you interrupted. “I’d heard all the stories. When you’re a pirate, and you get arrested, the Navy does all sorts of things to you. You beat us, you maim us, you starve and strip and use us as entertainment. As long as we’re still alive to dance the hangman’s jig at the end, you can do whatever you want to us.” You’d stopped combing, and you could tell, despite the fact that you couldn’t see his face, Norrington was listening intently. “You could have done all sorts of things to me, or let your men have their way.” Your voice grew soft again. “The worst thing you did was cut off my hair. Turns out I had lice anyway, so I probably should’ve thanked you for it.”

James turned to look at you, mouth half open to say anything, but there wasn’t anything to say. His gaze returned to his boots, and you couldn’t help but notice the tightness in his jaw.

You changed the subject. “How long has it been since you’ve kept a meal down?”

“Too long,” he grimaced. “I’m afraid the rum has done its job.”

“Do you want me to get you something? You can wash the rest of yourself while I’m away.”

James only nodded, but you took that as a good enough sign to go in search of food. Ships didn’t carry much fresh food, but if you could find bread without weevils in it, you might be able to keep him from throwing up.

You raided the kitchen, tapping biscuits against the wall to loose any bugs that may have burrowed into them. Before you headed back, you rested against the wall, taking a few steadying breaths. You didn’t like talking about your captivity, and you could never fully justify taking care of him. He was right: he might as well have been the hangman and the noose.

“How’s the former Commodore?” Jack stood in front of you, teasing expression firmly in place.

“Much better now that I’ve tossed the wig.”

Jack made a face at the mention of the wig. He’d made more than a few comments about how ‘that damned Commodore would be far more handsome without the stupid thing’. “I’m thinking about tossing him out entirely.”

“Jack.” You crossed your arms.

“What?”

“Why did you agree to let him on, anyway?”

“I wouldn’t say I agreed, love. Agreements aren’t made at gunpoint.”

Norrington still wants him dead, then. “And yet he hasn’t gone through with it.”

Jack shrugged, as if he hadn’t given the matter much thought. You knew better, of course. He turned to leave, but not before throwing a comment over his shoulder. “He’s not a killer.”

By the time you got back to James, he had his hair mostly untangled and was struggling to find a way to keep it out of his face. You stepped in, handing him the bread and braiding his hair back with practiced fingers. There was a weight to the action, and you felt it acutely, twisting strands of long, damp hair together, surprised by its length, wondering how Norrington could’ve kept it tucked under his wig like this, and you knew he felt it too.

“Eat,” you told him. “And try not to puke on me.”

He stuck the bread skeptically in his mouth, as if expecting it to taste like the bottom of a muddy boot. It was somewhat awkward to watch him, but you were right to keep your focus on him; it wasn’t long before he had his eyes closed against an obvious wave of nausea. You placed a hand on his back, rubbing his shoulder gently in hopes that it might distract him.

“I must seem pathetic like this.”

“You’ve seen me pretty low, too, so I can hardly judge.” James scoffed, but didn’t pull away from your touch.

“At least you had it in you to escape. Which,” he turned to you, eyebrows raised, “you never have explained to me.”

“Has that been bothering you all these years?” You couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug, knowing you got the best of a man who was, by all means, smarter than you, and who’d had many more resources on hand.

“Obviously,” he drawled, though he seemed more amused than embarrassed.

“Well, it was mostly luck. You had me locked up pretty tight.” That was an understatement. Beyond the obvious fact that you’d been behind bars, thick ones at that, there were two guards posted outside the brig at all times. Not to mention the leagues between you and any sign of shore. You may have been a fairly good pirate, but those were bad odds.

It had been the mailing ship, in the end, that had been your key to salvation. “I’ll forever be thankful that your holding cells had—and still have—one major flaw, not that I’m telling you what it is.” At James look of annoyance, you smiled. “Sorry. Old habits and all that.” Half pin-barrel hinges, you thought to yourself before continuing. “I also, through virtue of talking marines, knew the mail carrier had shown up. It gave me just the blossom of hope, and the opportunity, I needed.”

The door guards reduced from two to one as one of them headed off, presumably in the direction of mail. And why should they have worried? You hadn’t been able to cause any trouble, even when you were taken out of your cell for inspection by the ship’s surgeon. So that left you with one marine to deal with, and one iron door to pop off its hinges, which you did with the conveniently placed bench inside your cell.

The clattering of the door got the marine running into the room, leaving the door to the brig wide open for your escape. All it took was an elbow to the gut and a knee to the face and the poor man was on the ground. You’d almost felt bad about it. Almost. But you saved your pity and ran like hell, scurrying up to one of the gun decks before anyone knew you were missing.

“Then came the tricky part,” you mused. “I had to jump out of a gun port without anyone noticing, then scramble onto the mail carrier somehow. By all accounts it shouldn’t have worked.” But something had happened on deck which caught quite a bit of attention, and you were left to plop into the ocean below. “I’d never been so happy to be swimming in my life. I made it onto one of the lower decks of the other ship, through another gunport, and hid in a storage room until it reached St. Augustine.”

James grimaced. “You have no idea the strings I had to pull to get my men into that city.”

You shrugged. St. Augustine was a Spanish city, and you had no doubt tensions between Norrington and the city officials had run high. “I was already out by then. Seems those strings weren’t pulled fast enough.”

“No.” Your hand still sat on his back, though he’d managed to finish the bread. A light sheen of sweat dotted his forehead, a symptom you’d known to expect from an alcoholic, and you reached for the washcloth to wipe it away. “What if they had been?” His tone took on a miserable note.

You wiped the cloth across his face, your free hand gently holding the side of his head still. “Then you would have caught me, and I would be dead.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Should it?” You moved to the back of his neck, where sweat had begun to run into his shirt collar. “We led lives that were diametrically opposed. We both knew what that meant. I ran that risk willingly.”

You continued with the cloth, never dropping the hand from his head, and though it may have been your imagination, he seemed to lean into the touch. You wondered how long it had been since anyone had shown him a hint of tenderness—since before his arrival in Tortuga? Longer?

James changed the subject. “Once you’re done making sure I’m not puking on myself, what do you plan to do with me?”

“Do with you?” You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t plan to do anything with you—or to you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You didn’t miss the flush that crept up his neck at your teasing. You found it kind of sweet, if anything, that he continued to have the bashful streak Elizabeth had told you so much about. “I hope you’ll consider staying around more than a week so I can get to know you better, though.”

“You do?” He turned to you, his surprise genuine. It hurt you a little to see, but you supposed it was to be expected. If your roles were reversed, would he be saying the same?

“You’ve been given a unique opportunity, Ex-Commodore. You have the chance to start over with a group of people who don’t particularly like you, and you have the chance to make a home with them. We can be a close-knit group, you know, us pirates.” You smiled. “I’d take that chance if I were you.”

“I’m not sure I have much of a choice. The admiralty wants my head.”

“Better give them a good reason for it, then.”

James laughed at that, and some of the heaviness in the air dissipated. He looked markedly better now that he’d relaxed and some of the color had returned to his face. He could even be handsome, you supposed. You hadn’t let yourself think of it during your capture, though he had looked dashing in that uniform, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you heard multiple women had eyed him with eager interest back in Port Royal.

He’d been a different man then. You couldn’t help the serious tone that crept into your voice as you spoke. “You’ll take better care of yourself after this, yes?”

He sighed. “I don’t suppose I have much of a choice in that, either. I can’t really make things worse.”

The words did nothing to assure you. “You owe it to yourself, you know.” Your hand had fallen from his face, but you placed it there again, drawing his eyes to yours. “No matter what happens to you, no matter how low you think you’ve gotten, you still deserve your own care.”

James looked too lost for words, instead turning away shyly with no little amount of shame.

“Hey,” you softened your voice. “You’ll learn. Here, with us. Most of the crew have spent their entire lives looking out for themselves. And we’re the lowest of the low; the poorest, the drunkest, the most battered and beaten and worn. We still take care of ourselves, even when we sometimes wash up in the brig of a Naval ship. We’ll teach you how to quit carrying shame.”

James looked back up at you, nodding. He kept your hand in place with one of his, callouses from his palm brushing against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair with your other hand, gently carding through dark tresses, and when he closed his eyes, you could feel him suppressing tears.

He took a steadying breath, bracing himself before he could open his eyes. “Thank you. For all of this. I hope I can repay you for it, someday.”

“Given the shitty circumstances under which we tend to look after each other, let’s hope not, actually.”

He smiled wearily, and you moved to sit on a barrel across from him. The voyage ahead was long and likely not without its dangers, and having Norrington as a friend through it all didn’t seem like a terrible prospect.

As you talked on, sharing stories as sailors did, you knew he’d make it. Of course he would. A man who had the dedication to chase you across the Caribbean for months had it in him to live with you for a few weeks. You’d already survived each other once.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #james norrington #james norrington x reader #norrington #commodore norrington #potc fanfiction #pirate #pirates

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cutechan555 · 12 days

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I have a question for the young peppino(idunno if we can ask him)

What's his opinion on each of the noiseys and which one of them is the least annoying to him?

What does Peppino thinks about the young gremlins let's see

Naya (@luigigirl12)- She's energetic, too much on him, but dealing with her is the easiest as she's the oldest and probably the least annoying

Caretta (by @mrfellsans)- He thinks she's kind of easy to deal with but doesn't she drag him into her activities especially tea parties boy don't get him started on make up and dressup

Theo - That gremlin is a hellspawn kid DOESN'T chill he's so hyper and energetic not to mention his love for pranking him Peppino get really relieved when he finally falls asleep but hey he gets paid so it's all worth it

Jack (@idiotspage) - He'd probably be the easiest to handle for Peppino he's kinda nervous about what the kid thinks of him

(I'm sorry if I got you guys ocs' wrong -)

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower oc #anonymous

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ghost-byte-art · 1 year

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neverafter school au, where Gerad is a teacher who just moved to the area after recently separating from his important lawyer wife, Rosamund is a fresh out of school trainee teacher, Tim is an overbearing parent to his lovable hellspawn Jack. Ylfa and Pinocchio are rugrat foster kids who are inevitably taken in by Gerad.

It's important to me that Gerad is teaching a class of pre-teens when the most audacious seven year old in the world Pinocchio keeps appearing in the back of his class to hang out with Ylfa.

Easy answer is to make Pib a stray cat that won't leave the school grounds to the ire of Gerad's cat allergies. But I want to make him the world's worst principle who lets stray cats onto the grounds.

#neverafter #neverafter au #d20 #dimension 20 #prince gerad #i'll draw comics when i get ideas but i need to nail down designs for everyone

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xxnuclearrainbowxx · 8 months

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So I had this idea in my head that I would make a lot of fnf ocs (like multiple mods and shit) and slap them all together to be friends! I'll start with a digidevil oc! (And I definitely know what a digidevil is) (no I don't)

Anyways Costar my son. She's genderfluid, asexual and pansexual.

#digidevil #fnf oc #oc #fnf mod #fnf #fnf entity #digidevil oc #friday night funkin entity #friday night funkin #original character #oc tag: costar #my art #my artwork #jack's hellspawns #jack's creations

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corpsereviver-if · 2 years

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A dark fantasy story with a mix of modern, medieval, and futuristic elements. Two siblings, an angel and demon, on a path of revenge.

In the world of Eldris, the recent infestation of binders and lifelines grows. They are eldritch entities made of the same essence as the living. Despite the commonality, it is clear that they do not belong in this world, and nobody knows where they come from. What is clear is that they are on the hunt for mortals who will become the ideal vessel for storing essence, and they’ll do whatever it takes to survive while on their conquest.

You and your brother, Daemin, are another anomaly in this world. The day you woke up in this strange land was the same day you were quick to learn of your newfound power. While you are an endless basin of life, your brother is a vacuum of death. He is in a constant state of decay, and he needs essence to live. However, with a surplus of essence, he can amass power beyond what a demon like himself should be capable of. The two of you make a dangerous pair, seeing as how you’re a limitless generator of essence and he can become a dangerous user when he has a lot of it. Will that combination of power go to your head?

With a feeling you’ve lost something other than bits of your memories, you and your brother embark on a mission. You both seek to find out where you are, what happened to you, and how to get back on track with achieving your primary goal: getting revenge.

But be careful, angel of Aether. There are many eyes aimed at you and your brother since your awakening, and mortal affairs tend sink anyone and everyone in like quicksand.

Play as a man, woman, or nonbinary individual.

Seven confirmed romance options.

Make fun of your edgy brother. Embarrass him.

Find your style of combat. Do you prefer to fabricate weapons into existence, manipulate elemental essence to fight, or transform into an entity made for combat? You have the liberty to dedicate yourself to a craft, or be a jack of all trades.

Fight humans, binders, lifelines, and whatever wants to pick a fight with you.

Will you show mortals to be or be not afraid of you? The power to kill or show mercy is in your hands. You may even influence your brother to do what you believe is right.

Possibly more features to come...

Demo TBA ◆ Forum TBA ◆ Artwork ◆ Tag list ◆ Answered asks

Daemin Ryder - Male | 7′2″ (218 cm) | Theme

The demon brother of the MC who is always by their side. Unlike his angelic sibling, he’s an Unholy who was born and raised in the Nether. He’s a monster—a true hellspawn to most, but that vile edge of his melts in the company of his kin.

He’s short-spoken and blunt with his words regardless of whomever he is talking to. Although he performs well in combat, he isn’t the brightest star in the sky. Words and burrowing his head in thoughts was never his thing. Instead, he prefers to live in the moment and let his actions do the talking. He leaves the thinking to his sibling.

He is rarely seen without his black suit of armor, but beneath his helmet is a short set of spikey black hair and a set of horns. He has a fair complexion and scars littered all over his face and body. His eyes are sharp, and they’re a rich vermillion color like most other Unholy beings. Although he is average in height for his kind, he still stands tall like a titan.

And while his sibling has a missing left wing, he is missing his right.

Crych - NB | 5'2" (157 cm) | Theme

Crych is a natural explorer of the wilds with an interest in gadgetry. They live in a small village hidden away in the environment. Most of their time is spent towards scouting and protecting the perimeters of their home, and in their free time they enjoy creating things that improves the quality of life.

They’re skittish with new people, but once you get to know them, you’ll find an explosive temper to deal with. If you look at them funny or inconvenience them in the slightest way they’ll snap at you. Despite their hostility, they’re an attentive listener and understanding individual.

Crych has long and wild hair that is a combination of grey with turquoise, black, and white streaks. They have dark brown skin and a set of fierce heterochromatic eyes that are blue and black. Those who pay close attention will notice that they have two foxlike ears that droop. When they’re angry or threatened, these ears swivel upwards to reveal an eye-like pattern on the fur of the inner ear. They wear a tank-top and black overalls that’ve seen better days. Their most notable possession are the long gauntlets they wear.

Eve - F / M / NB | 5′6″ (167 cm) | Theme

A wandering soul who is seen, but never found. Not much is known about this individual other than the fact that they seem to cherry-pick what gets to live and die. When they look at MC and Daemin, a sense of familiarity fills the air.

They are cunning and aloof, making them hard to understand their motives and intentions. Trying to talk to them is like trying to talk to someone on opposite day.

Eve has long locks of soft white hair partially hidden beneath their weathered black cloak. Bandages cover most of their body, such as their neck and arms. They possess a black blindfold that conceals their eyes. Although they seem feeble, looks can be deceiving.

Fenrir Alphenstein - M | 6′2″ (187 cm) | Theme

A mute mercenary from the north. He’s very fond of soaking in the environment and partaking in the arts. When all things are quiet, he tends to jot away in a notebook he keeps close to his person.

He travels alongside Remilia and Cava’dren, but he prefers to do things independently when given a choice. If a situation turns sour, he’s the type to quickly excuse himself. He does well in keeping his composure in check.

Fenrir’s hair is medium-length and a soft brownish grey. He has cool cobalt eyes and olive skin marked with a couple of battle scars. He wears a set of brown light armor and a large fur-collared coat that rests on his shoulder.

Lunari Pyan - F | 5′8″ (172.72 cm) | Theme

An exiled princess on a path of redemption. Her sister is Ashuri, but the way she talks about her sure doesn’t seem like it. She’s sisterly and endearing to those she’s on good terms with, but that gentle nature only reaches her words, not her actions.

She’s the type to walk into a tavern and befriend everyone in it by the end of the night. Her spirits are high, and her bold, brutish heart yearns for a good fight. One of her favorite topics is talking about the history of her great-axe, Sunbreaker.

Lunari has her hair styled into a brown wolf-cut that partially covers her left eye. She shares the same dark brown eyes as Ashuri, and her tan skin is a slightly lighter shade than her sister. She’s wears a heavy-set of silver armor with a symbol of the moon engraved into the center of her chest-plate.

Remilia Mhova - F | 5'10" (177 cm) | Theme

A royal huntress from a place known for birthing powerful beasts. She hunts all types of creatures for the royal family and takes pride in what she does. A lot. Up until recently, her prey had turned more…humanoid.

She makes it clear to everyone she meets that she means business. If she was at a house party, she’d be the stick-in-the-mud police officer tearing it down. She wants her job done, and nothing gets in the way of her work. Not even morals, not even people.

Remilia has long, wavy black and white hair. Her eyes are a purple like amethyst and her complexion is pale. She wears an array of expensive blouses, pants, corsets, or dresses that she’ll gladly show off. The most notable possessions she has are the earring she wears on her right ear and a golden pocket watch.

Sorin Laigar - M | 6′4″ (193 cm) | Theme

A former soldier who still has the fuel to work for others. He carries an obsession for collecting things. He’ll accept every and any token of gratitude, knick-knack, and object that catches his eye.

He’s a gentle giant who’ll keep at whatever he is doing with content. When there’s no work to be done, he’ll be off to find something to keep his hands busy. If you sit to have a conversation with him, you’ll have to be careful about your words. Once you get him started on something, he’ll go off on a tangent and talk your ear off.

Sorin has a set of hair he keeps up in a ponytail. His hair is as black as night, and hidden beneath the dark strands is an ombre of red and yellow. His eyes are black while his complexion is light brown and noticeably scarred by burns in certain areas.

Yonas/Yoelle Cava’dren - F / M | 5′9″ (175 cm) | Theme

A freeloader who has a knack for not giving a damn. Ask them to do an hour’s worth of work and they’ll come back around with triple the amount to do. They make it clear that they aren’t around to do jack for anyone. Somehow, they haven’t been kicked out of Remilia’s group.

They’re the type to sit back and relax with a smug grin plastered on their face while the world burns around them. Try to crack an insult or send sarcasm their way and they’ll crack one back at you. For someone who slacks off 24/7, they have a lot of nerve to pick a verbal fight with people they probably shouldn’t mess with.

Cava’dren has straight, light blonde hair that cuts just below the ears. They have a braid on one side of their face and a strip of hair on the other. Their eyes are the color of green tea, and their complexion is fair. They wear a sleeveless white turtleneck tunic coupled with wide leg pants.

General update log [ 5.14.22 ]

6000+ words excluding code.

Most recent update post: Here

Update posts will be once a month PST.

Content Warnings [ 5.14.22 ] - List is subject to change.

Usage of profanity / strong language.

Body horror, violence, and gore.

Non-explicit sexual content.

Fantasy discrimination.

Other

Hello! This is the first story I’ve introduced to the public. It is a passion project I wish to expand upon and use as a means of finding my voice as a writer.

If you have anything to ask, feel free to send me an ask or submit a post! I am fine with anything.

Below is a preview of the first page to the WIP. It is subject to change, but it is a taste of what to expect from my writing.

And reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Preview of the story (^^):

#choose your own adventure #choice game #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story #choicescript #dashingdon #cyoa #choice of games #hosted games #demo tba #preview of first page below #new wip #if wip #wip #work in progress #preview

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steam-beasts · 14 days

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Is there any engine/living vehicle that has not been infected?

Cleo, Winston, Elizabeth, Caroline, George, Bulgy, Butch, Flynn, Ace, Marion, Jack + the Pack, Owen and Merrick, Terrence and Madge, Stafford and Freddie, Yong Bao, Kenji, Gina, Ashima, Shane, and Charlie (including the hellspawn, Billy). Frankie, Hurricane, Lexi and Theo, Merlin and Gator, Judy and Jerome, Sam, Rocky.

Oh yeah, and Stepney :)

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #I CAN'T be bothered tagging them all sorry. But you know who they are so...🤷‍♀️

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momonica05 · 2 months

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Jack Jack - my tav for the "jack of all trades" achievement!

My urge to info dump about an oc won so now please, meet my son: Jack Jack (I don't know how to make a good blog post on tumblr, so I apologize if the images are a little too big)

JJ wasn't born a tiefling. He actually came from a family of humans, but he has no recollection of it outside of his father and grandparents, whom he hates with all his heart

At the age of 6, his father disobeyed his patron (for a good reason, but he doesn't know that, hehe). But instead of punishing his father directly, JJ was the target. He was turned into a Mephistopheles tiefling that day, and his family was horrified. He remembers the look of pure hatred and fear from his grandparents, shouting at him, saying he was now a devil. He doesn't remember his father's face, but he remembers his fingers, pointing at the door, and his husky voice "get out"

Since then, he had to live at the city of Baldur's Gate all by himself. He had some friends, partners, and even a mentor (which the dream visitor had taken form of)... but he never got back what he lost that day: love and identity

He spent a good portion of his life, mainly his adolescence, trying to "fit in". He even cut his horns off, which he regretted later down the road as he's now more confident in who he is. Beeing cursed by a devil at the age of 6, as one might imagine, was no easy feat. And aside from gaining an appearance that everyone deemed as "hellspawn", he also gained powers. Powers in which he can not control very well, but powers nonetheless (sorcerer wild magic)

After a whole life of stealing, performing, trying out magic and needing to run because uh oh you accidentally sumoned a troll in a bar! He... well, his life continued shit, but he never gave up. He had some not so trustworthy friends, but hey, as long as they're not a devil or a warlock, he's a very social guy!

Before he was captured by the mindflayers, he was actually planning on traveling around! He wanted to get all his skills worked on. Maybe study a bit more of his magic, as a wizard.... maybe becoming a bard with his musical talent... hell, maybe he'd finally accept his calling for the rogue life! The opportunities were endless!

That is until, of course, he got a tadpole in his mind... but eh, he was planning on traveling one day anyways, so why not use this as an excuse? (definitely not frightened at all haha what do you mean?)

So far, he's really enjoying his adventure! Here's what he thinks about each companion:

Lae'zel: heh, she wants to kill me! (nervously sweating and trying to do what she says because he's terrified, but also really likes her interrogation methods!)

Shadowheart: she's hiding something. She ain't fooling me...

Astarion: he's also hiding something, never EVER trust the snobs from the upper city.... unless, of course, you want their money/sleep with them. (thinks Astarion is a less hot version of him, with how similar they act. Except JJ actually has a soft spot for children and little rascals, so he'll always help them. He's more chaotic good)

Gale: i really liked him and wanted him to teach me how to do magic safely, but never mind! He just ate my magic spear, which doesn't seem very safe...

Wyll: he makes me angry with how he challenges my morals, okay? you shouldn't be nice! You're a warlock! (has a mental breakdown watching Wyll get transformed like he did and wonders if his father was a good man like Wyll all along)

Karlach: I was deadset on killing her... turns out she's not a devil! just a person like me! i really like her (wants to kill Zariel and enter rage like Karlach one day)

BONUS:

He knew damn well what he was getting into but opened the door anyways and said he was gonna write a smut about it (he's batshit insane)

Anyways... I guess that's it. That's all I have for now, I haven't progressed much into the game... sorry if his information is a little scattered around, I don't have it organized and probably didn't mention somethings (he chose his name, for example)

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i-mean-technically · 1 year

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Optimus is probably full on proud parent. He's ended the war, kept his remaining family alive and finally managed to protect a planet he set out to defend (some may argue that the complete transformation of the planet and its people isn't 'protected' but everything worked out in the end so-). He's still perpetually exhausted but this is the happiest he's been in millions of years, he even let the children show him a 'meme'.

Now he's ushering a brave new race into the galactic community and he's proud cause Optimus sees the value in all life, "Freedom is the right of all sentient creatures" and all that. When he saw humans for the first time, he didn't see a primitive, backward species of organics, he saw people and potential allies. And when he saw the cyberformed humans, he didn't see eldritch techno-organic mutant hell spawn, he saw (eldritch techno-organic mutant hell spawn) family. So he is dissapointed but not surprised when the galactic community violently rejects the humans (they still dont accept cybertronians either). At least the returning cybertronians are getting along with the humans and putting their differences and factions aside. After all judging people for things they cant control was half the reason they fought the war in the first place and no one wants to go through that again.

Earth is flourishing and Cybertron is being restored then both planets start moving towards each other. Primus has just woken up, happy his children have finally stopped fighting, when he senses something. Where last he felt his brother Unicron, a new presence now resides. Still chaotic and destructive but brighter, more in balance with himself than Unicron ever was. So for the first time since the era of the thirteen, Primus is now actively moving himself towards this presence. He can't wait to meet his new little brother.

Everybody on Earth and Cybertron is more than happy to go along with this (they're already running the space bridges non stop plus it's travelling in style). Totally unrelated apocaliptic prophecies have begun popping up and gaining traction in the wider galactic community, predicting the end of the universe when the two beings of creation and destruction meet. Many of the more accepting races start joining the New galactic community in the hopes they will be spared.

I like how your mind works.

Optimus is absolutely full on Proud Parent, with all the exhaustion and frustration that comes with it. But he loves both of his people, hellspawn and not-hellspawn alike.

Jack is shaping up to be a good young man with strong morals and a gentle nature. Miko is the first human to be inducted into the Wreckers, something that makes the three living Wreckers (Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack, and Bulkhead) proud beyond compare. Raf is monitoring everything, setting up communications between the growing conglomeration they're building together with Cybertron to foster a new age in galactic history.

Sure, there are tensions. People who don't want to be with the cybertronians and cybertronians who just get Bad Vibes from the humans. It happens.

But with a sentient planet that is piloting itself, and a different sentient planet that is reaching for his brother-sister-sibling, ya kinda have to go with the flow whether you like it or not.

There's a community being built right now. Trade being done, stories shared, families built.

Sister races finally together for the first time. Its a beautiful thing to watch.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp #tfp au #my au #my writing #Primus Lite #Earth 2.0 #humans turned cybertronian #humans turned into walking space horrors #love how i went fully into the Deep Development and non of the lead up #i am loving this #hey an ask!

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