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monstrouslyobsessed · 9 months

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vile affection

concept: in which your guardian angel wishes nothing but misfortune for you—just to keep you. —momster

—a/n: well no one asked for a concept and I wanna post smth so here it is!! enjoyyyyy~

side note, i tried to be vague on what religion this story is referencing to so you yourself can implement your preferred beliefs, but unfortunately, catholicism still carried some weights in this one. sorry!! i tried my best dlfkfsdl

—tw / tags: gn reader, implied loved one(s) death(s), implied killing, heavy religious themes, grief, horror, body horror, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.

—featured character(s): the guardian angel / the angel, the (unfortunate) priest

A piercing wail erupted from the depths of your throat as you crumbled to the floor, shrieking into your phone, “No, no, nonono! No!”

Not another one…!

Sobs wracked your body so hard the sounds emerged as tiny high-pitched squeaks. Tears blurred your vision to near blindness, distorting the colors into blobs of grey. Your breaths came so harshly they scorched your lungs.

Curling into a ball, you lost control and hyperventilated. With wild abandon, you pounded your fist on the cold tiled floor and released inhuman cries of agony. Something throbbed where your knuckles had split open, staining the hard ceramic surface with your blood, yet you felt nothing. Numbness drenched the overwhelming misery and panic, and your world creased its spinning.

They were gone—every single one of them.

Distantly, a voice, laced with sympathy, pleaded with you not to hang up the phone. Without hesitation, your battered hand moved on its own accord to end the call. You sat there, head between your knees, as you let the device to slip away to clatter and crack against the floor.

Now, there was nothing left, nothing but the hollowing emptiness that gaped deep within your pounding chest, where the love of your life had once filled and kept it warm. Memories of their smiles faded as tears stung your swollen eyes. Wheezing sobs continued to fill the room, oblivious to a strange distortion perching on your bowed back to comfort you.

The funeral was a somber affair, a closed-casket viewing attended by strangers. You remained quiet throughout the priest’s recitation of the psalms, disregarding the whispered condolences offered your way. It took every ounce of your strength not to jump into that casket and howl your grief.

“Poor thing…” one attendant murmured to another, “this makes it the fifth loss in this year alone, doesn’t it?”

The other attendant responded sympathetically, stealing a brief glance in your direction. Anger flared within you, only to fade just as quickly when you felt something brush against your bare neck; feather-soft, cold and intangible. You tensed.

This was not the first time you had experienced these strange sensations—these invisible touches. At times, it would gently trace down your skin, soothing like a caress on the back of your hand, or enveloping you like an embrace around your waist. But, it always felt as though it was petting you with a sharp, scalpel-like claw, sharp and unyielding. These sensations left behind only cold goosebumps and an increasing sense that something was extremely wrong.

Once, you thought it might be the ghost of your loved one—but even you knew such possibilities were ludicrous. It could be your mind breaking apart under the weight of so many consecutive tragedies; less than a year felt like a lifetime of pain. And, by certain, their touches had never felt so…disgusting and inhuman.

There were moments where the hairs on the back of your neck bristled and you heard the faint disembodied crooning, words too indistinct for you to understand. Yet, it vaguely resembled a demonic chorus, singing some eerie song. The lingering echoes, you thought, was just an auditory hallucinations brought on by intense grief.

The phenomena worsened each loss you suffered though. These unseen presences grew more persistent and suffocating, clinging to you like a shroud of darkness. Your instincts would scream at you to flee—but how could you escape from something you don’t even know was there?

Rubbing unconsciously where the invisible entity touched you, you remained in your seat, fixated on the casket. As you waited for the priest to conclude his prayer for the departed soul’s safe passage to the afterlife, you lifelessly watched mourners rising from their seats to form a line to pay their respects.

Your mind was numbed by both exhaustion and sorrow to even count them all.

After the attendants withdrew for the impending burial, the priest motioned for you to join him. A gentle—yet strangely tight smile formed on his lips, as he spoke, “Would you mind returning here after the burial? I’d like a word with you.”

You furrowed your brows at the priest's unusual request but nodded, your agreement barely audible. Whatever he had to say couldn’t possibly be more harrowing than the lonely hell you were enduring. Quietly, you promised to return.

After the burial, once the guests departed for the wake, you found yourself alone in the cemetery. An ache gnawed at your heart as you forced yourself to walk back to the ever-looming church. As soon as you stepped inside the holy building, something strange caught the corner of your eyes.

Startled, you pivoted to see what it was.

But, there was nothing there, just the endless rows of gravestones scattered across the green grass. Your muscles taut with unease, you shook your head and drew a deep, heavy breath. Your sanity was fraying to a snapping point, you thought to yourself.

The weighty doors thudded shut behind you, the sound reverberating thunderously throughout the silent sanctuary, nearly jumping you out of your skin. Following the abrupt noise, you heard a voice beckoning you to follow, as the priest shuffled his feet down the aisle.

You couldn’t help but to notice the nervousness in his steps.

Closing the distance between you, he ushered you past the archway and toward the altar of the church’s fallen deity. Lightheaded and worried at the haste and anxiety he displayed, you allowed him to lead you to a room in the rear of the sanctuary. Rashly, he locked the door behind you and stood there stiffly, pressing his ear against the wooden surface.

“Father…?” You glanced at him, fear swelling up at his odd behavior.

His shoulders tensed upon your hesitant voice and he turned to face you, his eyes filled with unmasked horror. Swiftly, the priest made a sign of the cross and whispered a prayer. With a shuddering sigh, he returned his attention to you.

Before you could open your mouth to demand an explanation, he cut in with urgency.

“Tell me, my child, what do you know of the guardian angel?”

Perplexed, you blinked until his urgent words seeped into your mind. Swallowing thickly, you replied in a hoarse voice, stifling the swelling grief in your breast, “They are meant to protect and to guide you in the times of strife and tribulations.”

He fell silent for a moment, then parted his trembling lips, “Then tell me, my child, why has yours only destroyed? Why did it regard you with such a perverse gaze?”

“I…what?” You gaped, a cracked laughter escaping your lips in an unhinged melody.

Had this man lost his mind?

What could he possibly mean? How could this man assume that the loss of your family was the work of divine beings? How ridiculous—

But upon the stern and fearful look in his eyes, disbelief constricted in the pit of your stomach. An overwhelming urge to flee coursed through your nerves, propelling your legs toward the bolted door. You were disrupted by a sudden yank on the collar of your shirt.

An inexplicable dread settled beneath your skin, as the priest forcefully dragged you backward with unexpected strength. Before you could voice your frustration and demand an explanation, the door buckled.

The wood splintered and the shrieks of a demon reverberated.

A scream pierced the air, laden with terror—but you couldn’t discern whose voice it belonged to. Was it your own? Or was it the priest’s? You remained uncertain, as you transfixed by the sight of something great and dreadful emerging from the sundered door.

An angel.

Except, to you, it was not.

Trenched in crimson, the mangled remains of rotten bodies hung from its many jagged wings. Countless eyes turned toward you, each radiating with worship and desire. A seam split on its featureless face, forming a broken maw that drooled with hunger. Its tongue, as dark as oil, swept away the spattered blood on its pure white skin.

Numerous arms reached out for you, each finger tipped with claws, glistening with something pungent. Its resonant voice echoed your name, tainted with the same twisted desire mirrored in their manic eyes. It repeated those three words, like a disturbing hymn.

I love you.

Blood roared in your ears and fear seeped through your body, paralyzing you. You couldn’t move, your vision obscured by a sudden cascade of tears. Disgust churned within you, sickening you to your very core.

You couldn’t even discern the abrupt swing of one of its arms, releasing the lifeless body from its monstrous sword, as the abomination closed in. A flurry of limbs encircled your shivering form, some caressing while others coiled around your spine.

Its’ many eyes blinked at you and its rotting wings fluttered, its grinning face lovingly nuzzled yours. Against your ear, it moaned its proclamation.

I love you.

The slithering tongue smeared across your lips in a parody of kisses. Your skin crawled at the way it touched you, its embrace suffocating, yet sickeningly gentle. Its affection for you was vile. Unwanted.

Your hands beat its armor weakly, attempting to fend it off, and its crooning changed into something sharp and incensed. Snarling, frustrated that it was unable to indulge itself into its unholy pleasure with you, it grabbed your hands and held them tightly.

Sobbing, you knew you would never be able to escape. Desperate to appease it, your voice rasped out from your dry throat,

“I…love…you…too.”

Its painful clenches softened upon your trembling words.

Love swelled within those golden irises.

—end

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katia-dreamer · 1 year

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okay I absolutely adore your Percy and vex hcs omg how about top 5 hcs about whitestone???

<3 <3 you, my friend are just the best. FYI. :)

Eventually, Whitestone built a monument to those lost in the revolution against the Briarwoods. (the de Rolos names included)

2. Whitestone becomes a haven for its people. There are arguments and problems, of course, but they have been through a lot and they do grow. They grow together.

3. After Vex dies, her children commission a sculpture of an archer that is made of willow to be placed in the Parchwood. Like this x

It's a silent watcher, always reminding those that pass through the forest that though Lady Vex'ahlia de Rolo is gone, her memory is still beloved and treasured by those left behind.

4. Whitestone Winter's Crest Festivals become a time for joy and feasting. The de Rolo family makes it a point to partake. The children especially are fond of eating sweets, listening to the stories told by the puppeteer, and playing different games.

5. Every summer, the people of Whitestone stand around the base of the Sun Tree and light candles. It's a memorial, but also a celebration. Because now, in the branches, where there was death, there is now life.

Thank you again, friend! <3

#cw: death #death mentions #cw: major character death #major character death #headcanons #katie's headcanons #katie answers things #awesome people #please note these are not hard and fast headcanons. i have no hard and fast headcanons #just things i think would be interesting :)#i do want to write a piece about the sculpture though .. maybe.. if i can do it right

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chaosresponcibly · 2 years

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The greatest power of life

Is held not by those who live it

Not by the sun or star or moon

By the parrot or owl or angel

It is held by the dead

The yellow feathers drifting along the wind

The one who sang his last note

Said 'I am dead' said 'dont follow me'

And who was ignored

For the living kneel before the feet of the dead

Stand before his grave

It is not the survivors who truly win

But the canary who watched from afar

Floating above the wind

'Go home' you said 'its over'

And he did not listen

He said 'this is the end, this is home' he said

There is a ring in his feathers

Rose gold, pink and yellow

There is a bound on his soul

On his flesh and his blood

And yet it is he who holds true strength

He who lives amongst the coal

Not the miners who failed to heed him

But the songbird who warned them

#trafficblr #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #poetry #canary #double life #double life smp #third life #third life jimmy #double life jimmy #third life scott #double life tango #flower husbands #team rancher #angst #death mentions

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angshel · 6 months

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I know I constantly keep saying I'll be back but a few updates about being mia

First, foremost work has been incredibly stressful. To the point I come home and literally just sit down and zone out a little. It's overwhelming because it's grocery stores busy season for real so that's a huge part of it

Second, I'm in a process of grief atm. It's nearly the 2 year anniversary of my chosen brothers passing and I thought I'd come a lot farther in that journey than I had. It's taken quiet a toll this year since my fiancé and I moved back to my hometown

Thirs, I'm not gonna lie I've got a leauge addiction. The things I do for my girlie pop Jinx. But also a lot of cozy games have taken priority.

HOWEVER, I'm going to try and run this blog on a low activity queue because honestly, being away is killing me. I miss you all a lot. I understand if you want to soft block or unfollow me due to lack of IC stuff but please bear with me as it shifts to a queue ran blog.

I AM EASY TO REACH ON DISCORD AND WRITE THERE A BIT MORE FREQUENTLY. I'm a big fan of having personal servers for ships and content. Sometimes I'm shy to post in them just chat with me !!! ourmayqueen is my discord please add me !!!

#✩‧₊˚ ೃ gen. yelena's out of character posts #death mentions #tw death mention

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heretherebedork · 2 years

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The more I think about it, I'm starting to think Sun died in the forest or at least didn't wake up as easily as Khim saw him wake up and is still in the hospital.

We haven't seen anyone else speak to Sun since then. Everyone else seems to be grasping at straws and in pain and worried about losing the people they love Khim's dad is suddenly trying to be kind to him...

This feels like the world Khim wants, the world whether Sun is alive and beside him and his father lets him live his dream and everyone else is still in a real world but he's entered a fairytale.

His father never touched him and the connecting vanished the moment other people arrived. Sun knows why he's afraid of death. Shun didn't go to talk to Sun after he was rejected. Khim's dream of the helicopter and the panic as he pushed the thoughts away. Rain asking Payu to watch Khim after he trusted him to Sun just last episode.

This all feels... off.

Next episode, I'll be watching to see if anyone else talks to Sun. That's the biggest sign.

#oh my sunshine night #oh! my sunshine night #omsn #omsn the series #bl drama #thai bl #thai drama #thaibl #bl series #thai series #sun x khim #khim x sun #khimsun #sunkhim #death mentions #real fear y'all #but also not surprised at the notion #literally if sun speaks to anyone besides khim next week I'll be surprised #but joyful

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lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog · 2 years

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AvA/AvM super heroes AU [Chapter 1] – Awakening Part 1

"Wake up... Second Coming"

The orange one opened bright green eyes, blinking blindly from the bright ceiling light covering the fragile eyes. They slowly sit looking around, some sort of empty room, the walls were white and clean, the floors were padded and there was an open, dented door. They try to get up but fall to the ground, legs shaky as if they've never walked before, they crawl to the door looking out while trying to get up. Nothing, nobody, emptiness, just a hum of dim light from the hallway, a smell of burning and spoiled food. They leave the room leaning on the walls, They crawl until they reach the end of the hall, they look at their terror and fear, it was a body! A dead body! They jump to the floor in amazement and crawling backwards to the wall with heavy breaths, they cover their mouths in Panic. The body seemed to be decomposing and it seemed torn apart. They swallow hard and try to get up trying to ignore the horrible smell. They manage to see a half-open door and crawl over to it, putting their hand on the icy doorknob and quickly opening it, falling to the outside of the building. “arhg...” They groan having fallen to the hard floor, cling to the doorknob pulling themselves up, they were in a dark alley, but in the background they could see a bright light coming from the back of this stinky alley. The orange one crawls along the walls, one foot after the other they manage to form steps, approaching the bright light. They lift their hand towards the light, seeing what they've already seen, anything serious better than what they've seen inside. The strong light almost blinds them but when they re-opened them they separated with a big city, tall buildings that you could barely see the top, people going from one side to the other, Cars and motorcycles that made a very loud noise, the orange one seemed sensitive as they would cover their ears with their hands as soon as a motorcycle passed.

Looking around, they saw strangers and strangers, starting to wonder if it would be better to go back inside again, their breath getting faster as they began to race. They run anywhere, crossing the street at a red light, almost getting hit by a car. "LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING KID!!" The driver groans with them from inside the car, honking very loudly, The orange cover their ears crouching on the floor surrounded by noise that bothers them. They feel a hand on their shoulder but quickly run away, bumping into more people on the street, some confused, some annoyed. They run until they start to get tired, they come to a small park in the center, it looks calm and empty and they go there to look for a calm and empty place. In the park, they could finally see how dark everything was, it was at night, the city lights practically made them forget about the dark sky surrounded by stars and the silver moon. For the first time in all their time in this confused world... They were smiling. The silence, they look around, looking for someone but there was no one, just the calm sound of crickets and the wind.They cover their arms with their hands, feeling the cold, they were only in shorts and a generic white t-shirt, and even though they had been running a lot, they were still cold. They truck and sit under a tree in silence, bringing their knees together and leaning their forehead against them. Everything was very confusing for them, they don't remember anything, not even if it has a name!

Then they hear a sound, a string melody, right behind them, behind the tree, they try to look behind it, seeing then, that there was someone there! They thought they were alone, who was this stick figure? They carried some kind of slender instrument, a little wavy and with a few strings. They sees the hand of the stick figure, it was green in color, with a sweater of the same color with patterns of disks and spiky sound waves. Whoever it was was making a soothing melody with the instrument the orange didn't know the name of. Then they hears a bad out-of-tune sound coming from the instrument. “Damn it! It doesn't work!" The orange man hears for the first time the voice of the individual on the other side of the tree, he looks frustrated, they notice the presence of some crumpled papers, and look at the stick figure again.

“Come on Green... This is for this festival, it has to be perfect! If not, I won't get funds for the orphanage..."He sighs in frustration at the result of the song, ripping a sheet from a notebook and tossing it along with the other crumpled papers. "they're counting on me... And yet I'm uninspired..." He lowers his head leaving the guitar aside and hugging his knees disappointed with himself. He hears his guitar being played and looks in the direction of the string instrument, meeting a curious orange stick figure with a hollow head and a messy white shirt."h-hey!" Green pulls the guitar away from the stranger, whereupon he jumps back and starts crawling away with an expression not of surprise but... Fear? Both staring at each other, Green could see very well that this stick figure was scared and almost hyperventilating. "Hey, I won't hurt you..." He reaches out but the orange covers ther face shivering, Sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to." He gives them a gentle smile, the orange one seems to calm down a bit. The stick figure's tone seemed sincere and gentle, this gave them a little more calm. "here, wanna try?" He offers the instrument to the orange one, he looks interesting but hesitates a little, Green holds their hand and approaches the guitar strings.

Little by little Green tops the orange playing the guitar, the orange seems to like the melody he made, Green smiles, "See, it's easy!" They smiles. "well I better go home, you should do the same" he takes the guitar and the rest of his things, but he feels the orange holding his instrument a little nervously and looks at them. "What's it?" He asks, looking at the orange rubbing their own hands and looking down, "I... I don't have a house..." They spoke in a low, soft, shy tone, it seems like he's never spoken to anyone before, the musician looks at him silently, thinking about what he should do. On the one hand, this was a stranger, someone Green had never seen before, least of all in this town, but on the other hand, they seemed harmless, even lost, and from ther earlier reaction, Maybe they were afraid of something...

Green sighs, "ok, you can come with me, but first, what's your name? Mine is Green!" He greets them smiling, the orange tries to touch shakes his hand but accepts with an awkward smile. But when they were going to say their name... They stop, their eyes widen, they... "I... I don't... I don't remember..." They start breathing fast confused sweating, "Hey hey! Calm down!" Green puts a hand on their shoulder trying to calm them down, "Do you at least remember something that might help you remember who you are..?" Orange tries to think deeply, closing his eyes to try to remember, but all that comes to mind is dark and confused, all he could hear was a hum.

“Second Coming”

They remember! Do they remember something, it doesn't look like a name but a "title"? Even they didn't know for sure, but that's all they had. "Second..." They speak softly, "Second Coming..." Repeating looking at Green, who look at them , "Doesn't sound much like a name..." He pauses with his fingers propping his chin, "Can I call you..." He pauses and looks at them, "Sec?" he asks with a gentle smile. Sec... Sounds like a nice name, the orange one smiles, "maybe..." They replied shyly. The two smile at each other, Second helps Green pack his things into his backpack and tossing the crumpled up papers in the nearest trash can before leaving the park Green goes to a car and drums the guitar in the trunk and opens the passenger door, Sec seemed curious about the machine, Green laughs seeing Sec's rather cute curiosity and they help them to fasten their seat belts. Green starts the car, driving to his apartment.

On the way, they pass a street surrounded by police, a store looks like it was robbed, The police were receiving a complaint from the store owner. Looks like the police didn't arrive in time and the thieves left half an hour ago. Green snorts, the police in this city are very useless! They never arrive when people need... "Green?" Sec noticed Green's annoyed expression and he shook his head and continued driving, "It's nothing Sec..." He looked annoyed, but Sec doesn't press any further. One thing that Sec still didn't know, that in this city there were vigilantes, heroes and villains. The City is full of dangers on every street. And on top of a tall building, there was a figure watching everything around the city.

After arriving at the apartment and walking up the stairs together, Green opens the door turning on the lights, "home sweet home!" He says letting Sec enter the house from which he starts to admire the place. Music records stuck to the wall, fluorescent lights hanging in the corners of the room, a music radio in the living room and a flat screen tv in the living room.A bed next to a window with a desk full of lyrics in Papes on it. Sec starts to explore ther new friend's apartment which they was smiling at with Sec's reaction as if they had never seen a room The smile fades as he realizes that maybe they never had a home before... “where do I stay?" Green pays attention again, "ah, you're going to sleep on this mattress!" he says pulling a second mattress from under the bed, "i just need to get some extra stuff to make you more comfortable!" He goes to a closet and gets some blankets and some clothes for Second.

Second if he sits on the small sofa in front of the TV and takes the control curiously, he presses a button turning on the TV that scares them for a second. There was a news on the TV about the store they passed earlier, commenting on the police being late, some people being injured in the incident and the manager saying "It took a full hour for them to arrive!! We called them as soon as the thieves broke in!! I don't understand why it's so important that my store, my family's store, isn't a priority?? And the safety of others?? These people are scared!! There were kids in the store!! I feared for my life!!" The man in the interview looked furious and almost in tears from the stress. Green hearing this couldn't help but mutter over the police's incompetence. "I at least knew they were found, but not by the police!! The Watcher showed up and kicked them out of here before they could do anything!! He got them out of here and when they ran away, He went after them!! I don't see the police doing anything!!" Second was curious, the report shows a recording made by one of the people in the store A mysterious figure in a dark hood appears frightening the bandits and being thrown out with great force and then fleeing the scene, the so-called "the watchman" It ran at a speed that didn't appear correctly in the video! It was as if he had disappeared. The report then shows the bandits held by ropes in another street not far away as if they had been caught by someone stronger than them. Second seemed impressed by the video presented, "who was he Green??" Green was distracted but Second's voice snapped him out of his trance. "O-Oh! This guy is the watchman! He is so called because he is a vigilante who watches over the city and people when they are in danger! No one knows who he is, much less where he came from, they just know he's been protecting the city for years alone." Green puts the things he set aside for Second on their mattress. "all right Sec! you're going to sleep here, some clothes for you and a blanket, the night gets really cold." Second goes to the mattress and sits on it like Green, "Comfortable!" they say laying down on the mattress little by little with a smile, Green laugh, they look like a child. "you are now my roommate! i wouldn't leave you with an uncomfortable mattress!" he says sitting on his bed. Sec smiles at him, "thanks Green! you're a nice guy!" Green looks at them not knowing what to say, he blushes a little. "Oh... y-you're welcome!” He smiles a little embarrassed at the compliment. Nobody ever praised him like that.

Second yawns lying on the mattress and starts to fall asleep, "Good night Green..." They fall asleep slowly hugging the pillow under their head. Green smiles and covers them, they go to the TV to turn it off and look out the window. He thinks a little about the world outside, if Second acted so easily like a child... They must be naive and innocent about this world they live in... How? Green didn't know He looks at Second and smiles again, all he knew was that he wished he could help Second no matter what, they were pure, Green could see that. "good night Sec..." He covers Second with the blanket that smiles and Green takes off his coat and puts it on the couch and throws himself on his bed to sleep too He looks at Second one more time before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Elsewhere, In a place seemingly far from there, a person in a lab coat and a battered face is put against the wall with the collar of his shirt being forcibly held. "I swear!! I don't know what happened to them!!" He cries covering his face against his attacker, "you had ONE JOB!!! and failed at it you useless!!"A stick figure throws the scientist to the ground with force, "you guys worked to make the T.S.C project! NOW WHERE THEY ARE???" the scientist was crying, The assailant laughs and takes a cipher from his pocket and walks to the other side of the room. "You know... You're pretty pathetic, you know... I've brought someone who can motivate you a little..." He flashes a crooked smile turning on the light across the room showing a young man strapped to a chair, "Dad!!"The scientist panics, it was his son! They caught him, the man starts to tear up, "please!! Do what you want with me!! Just don't hurt my son!! He's all I have!!!" The home The man cries loudly begging for mercy from his attacker.

The one in navy blue smiles, "So tell me... WHERE IS IT!?" the man hesitates but the aggressor points the ciringa at the boy's neck who was crying, "please dad..." The man grits his teeth "OK!! I'm talking..." The one in navy blue smiles evilly and pushes the syringe away from the boy. "We sent them to Stick City! To another lab! To ensure they continue the project responsibly!! And to help people!! And not to you "The Collectors"!! You monsters... I know what they do!!! I said everything I know!! Now please release my son!!!" He forced his eyes closed. He then heard slow applause. It came from... From his son??

"wow, you're getting better with your updates!" The lights flashing for a few seconds, the boy's form changes to a totally different person... A dark gray Stick Man,With a devilish grin, pointy teeth and bloodshot eyes. "He fell for it, Beast..." They both laugh, with the impersonator letting out an unnatural laugh. "T-Does that mean... Is my son okay??" The navy blue goes to the door still with a smile. The Beast stands face to face with the scientist, grabbing him by the back of his lab coat, "I'm sorry... But I must admit... He was a nice little snack...." He licks his lips, his eyes turn black and his teeth get sharper.

The navy blue locks on the door, from the window of the door it was possible to see the beast change into a larger, beastly form before the room was surrounded by screams of horror and the grotesque sound of blood being splattered and flesh being opened... "Eraser... The kid is in Stick City... It'll take a while to get there, but I'm sure it won't be difficult for you..." The navy blue smile, turning the card in his hand,As he walked away from his victim's screams...

On the other end of the line, a woman in a white suit was listening to everything and opened a slight smile, "what makes you so happy Miss White?" asked a woman beside her. They were in a car, being driven somewhere, "Oh, just family in the country! They're getting ready for a visit!" She turns off the communicator, only she could hear the call. "oh, I'd like to meet them!" The other equally dressed woman smiles, the woman in white looks out the window, and opens a crooked smile full of bad intentions...

In the distance at the top of a building, the one known as 'the watchman' was watching the city from above He removes his hood and mask, showing a small scar on his lip. "I feel like tonight was the beginning of something bigger...or something worse..."

[To be continued...]

#cannibalism #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #animator vs animation #avm green #avm second coming #ava chosen one #ava oc eraser #ava oc beast #ava oc poison #mentions of violence #death mentions #implication of

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painful-pooch · 2 years

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Five sentence fic - “I can’t lose you like I’ve lost everyone else.”

Thank you so much for this ask!!! This is going to be set in a fantasy universe created by @actress4him and is part of the AU we both fell in love with

Kamaria belongs to the one and only @actress4him!! She's one of a kind and I can't thank you enough for letting me write her and Bruno's adventures when I have the spoons to do it, Jada. Love you!!! <3

CW: death mentions, assassination mention, organized crime, explosions, knives, violence, murder of npcs, head injuries, emotional whump, ptsd, and all the whump goodness!

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It’s supposed to be a simple in and out mission like it always was. One that ended with success and laughs around the campfire that night. Bruno was always great about drawing all the weapons on him and dodging the rampant waves of bullets, arrows, and knives. Kamaria had a way about her that let her slip undetected, kill the target, grab some information, and bounce. They were a deadly duet that had begun to gain a lot of traction in the area, usually called ‘The Brute and Shadow’.

They rarely failed and they never had any issues with getting the results they needed, one way or another. It was like clockwork.

It wasn’t meant to fail.

Bruno was waiting for Kamaria to escape the compound and rendezvous with him so they could both escape by navigating through the forest and crossing the river that divided the nations of Ethorcon and Delator. Using the brand-new rifle that he bought from some well renowned gun smiths over in Agrias, he picked off guard after guard on the top of the compound’s walls, chuckling as he barely felt the recoil at all. He loved the intricacies of the design, from silver and gold patterns along the stained wood of the stock to the engravings across the barrel of his favorite saying in the Vaya language. It was a craft like none other, and he enjoyed the missions where he got to use it. He cursed to himself when he ran out of another clip of bullets, reaching over to grab yet another clip and sliding it into the magazine well of the firearm.

There were more guards than previously mentioned during pre-mission briefing with the client they were hired by, but it didn’t bother Bruno at all. After all, he and Kamaria were the dream team for assassinations and intel gathering; they could handle anything thrown at them.

The alarms were blaring all over the compound, the sound of distressed guards shouting for reinforcements and for the rangers to look for the intruders, but Bruno remained calm. It was normal for both Kamaria and Bruno to get the enemies riled up and scared; made it a lot easier to get them to scatter and leave the target open for a thirty second interrogation, execution, and removal of intel needed to continue the mission.

It was all part of the plan, and it was going swimmingly to the point that it felt like child’s play.

Minutes go by and by the time Bruno is wondering what could be taking so long, he sees her in all her wondrous and shadow-like glory. A figure is now on the top of the outer walls, dropping guard after guard with precision and skills unlike anyone else. No matter how many folks he has ran into that talked big game about their knife work, Kamaria always made it look like it was natural. The blade was simply an extension of herself, and by default, he loved all of her, knives included.

A brief smirk painted his face at the memories of times she had threatened to gut him, and even actually stabbed him with a knife. It was a playful joke between them that her knives are a part of her love language, and that she greatly loved Bruno after all the times he’s been playfully cut, stabbed, or downright pinned with a blade to his jugular.

And even through all of that, he still loved, admired, and respected her more than he ever thought possible. She gave him a reason to smile, and that was all that he needed to keep going and fight for a future where they can both reside happily, away from the darker parts of their lives.

She made her way across the wall, and she managed to use a rope from up there to rappel down, dodging whatever sharpshooters were firing at her, which prompted for Bruno to return suppressing fire to shield Kamaria’s way to him. Just like they had practiced time and time again, Bruno waited until Kamaria ran past him to collect his gear and sprint off with her, the only trace of them having been there being the left-over bullet casings that the rifle had ejected.

“Did you get what we needed for the client? He seemed adamant about wanting the codex and the key the commandant had around their neck.”

Kamaria flashed the necklace with the key on it to Bruno and pointed at her pouch. “Yes, that wasn’t so bad, but I am annoyed. I left one of my better sets of knives behind. Some guard thought he could sneak up on me and it took two knives to take him down. Can you believe it?”

“Oh, so you are saying you are impressed some dead bloke can take a knife, because last time I checked, I am your royal knife cushion and handsome pillow.”

“Oh, shut up, Bruno.”

Bruno kept up with Kamaria and both laughed as though they had robbed a candy store as children. It was clear they loved what they did, and they found a great enjoyment doing that with one another. Bruno loved her with a passion, and he swore he’d keep her safe for as long as he can draw breath. Nothing could get in the way of true-

Bruno flew to the side, his back hitting a tree with the force of a battering ram, knocking the air out of him and making everything fade in and out, coughing up the dirt and smoke. It was almost like… an explosion just happened. His heart skipped a beat and he pushed himself off from the ground with shaking muscles, the shock of the previous event still getting registered by his mind. His ears were ringing and he looked around the area while his vision adjusted to scene: a medium sized crater in between him and Kamaria.

Wait. Kamaria.

“Kamaria, are you okay?”

No answer… Nothing at all besides the blaring sound of white noise in his ears.

Bruno scrambled up to his feet, swaying and using the tree to keep him steady, staring at Kamaria laying down on the ground. She wasn’t moving.

She didn’t even look like she was breathing. Bruno’s worst nightmare is manifesting into reality, the man throwing himself over the crater and getting to her, rolling her onto her back and seeing the gash on the side of her head, blood flowing out at a rate that made him feel scared.

“K-kamaria? Okay, okay, I am going to touch you and help stop the bleeding, okay?”

No answer yet again, but he couldn’t let it get to him. Oh, how he failed so terribly.

He immediately tore at his tunic, getting a portion of it and gently wrapping it around her head and tying it off, ensuring pressure is placed over the worst of the gash. He was used to her looking peaceful when she slept with him, but this was all so wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to get hurt.

“Kamaria, love, I need you to wake up now…” He gently patted her cheek, a small smile on his face. “You really had me worried there; you know? I… Kamaria?” He realized she still didn’t look like she was breathing, and he felt something in him tear. He was going to lose her. She was going to die on him, and it was because of him.

He lost Miranda to an explosion many years ago, and right when he had finally opened his heart to the wonders of love yet again, another explosion took Kamaria away from him. He shook his head fervently, tears prickling his eyes as he hunched over her, sobbing like he had just lost everything. He did lose everything.

“Kamaria… please come back… don’t leave me here alone again. I can’t lose you like I’ve lost everyone else. I can’t live like that again.” He felt his tears fall onto her and it was like everything was crumbling around him all at the same time.

Nothing mattered anymore. She didn’t feel cold to the touch yet and he leaned down to kiss her clothed forehead, his hand gently holding her cheek. He didn’t know if it was his own pulse or hers that he kept feeling, but his eyes locked onto Kamaria’s peaceful face, looking for any sign of life. “Love?”

Bruno heard someone- or a group of people- stepping on the fallen branches and leaves of the forest. The sounds only grew louder, and he knew they were going to be right on top of them. They were coming for them. As if he was going to let those sorry fucks ever get near his Kamaria. His hand wrapped around Kamaria’s favorite blade that was beside her, gripping it with a strength that made him feel like the handle was cutting into his own hand.

Everything felt off now for Bruno. There was nothing tethering him to the world. He had to assume Kamaria was dead now, and that alone awoke something in Bruno that he never thought possible. They hurt her, and they were going to pay.

Standing up slowly, blade in one hand and pistol in another, Bruno’s jaw was clenched hard, and he let out a guttural growl. He turned to face the group that had followed them, and his eyes narrowed, his vision turning red with a rage he welcomed back with open arms from the previous wars he had been in. The main leader of the group stepped forward, a crossbow in hand and aimed at Bruno.

“Drop your weapons!”

He wasn’t going to do that. If he was going to die, he was going to leave the world with honor and the dignity of a warrior dying with their weapon.

“I said, DROP YOUR W-“

They crumpled to the floor and writhed, their hands clawing at their throat with a knife now in it.

Bruno made his way over to the ranger and ripped the blade out, his eyes probably appearing to be devoid of any humanity left. “You took my love, so I am going to make sure you all drown in your own blood by dusk.” With that, he let out a roar and charged the remaining group with a bloody knife and pistol ready to fire, probably more coming behind them.

Let them come. This is for my Kamaria.

#death mentions #assassination mention #organized crime #explosions #knives #violence #murder of npcs #head injuries #emotional whump #ptsd #lady whump #whump #whump ocs #kamaria the assassin #bruno stenberg #brumaria #answered asks #izzy writes

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Whumptober day 31: Light at The End of the Tunnel

Fandom: Camp Cretaceous

Prompts;

Comfort

Bedside Vigil

"You can rest now."

So this "7+" show was intense. The angst, the dinos, the trauma, it was an insight on the islands and dinos. Highly recommend it. As for this fic… adding some angst and an alternate ending- kinda. Its rushed again, but Im mostly proud for getting to 31! Happy Halloween!

Darius prided himself on being smart. He knew they'd all been through a lot, he knew that Dinosaurs were both amazing, fascinating! But also terrifying, dangerous. He had been so focused on… everything, that he'd failed as a friend. Theyd all been having nightmares, and he was too blind to care.

As he stares at the dinos before them, forced to fight, his whole being is being pulled in two directions. Its not a hard decision to make when Yaz cant bring herself to cross the distance with him, he gives her a new task, and continues alone.

His second decision is harder, the death of a dinosaur for the phone call to get them home. His friends flash in his mind, one by one, of how much he must have missed, of how they were suffering. And he grabs the phone.

…

Kash is terrifying.

Darius has faced hybrid dinosaurs out for his guts, in the moment decisions that could mean life or death for his friends, but Kash somehow encompasses all of it. Unhinged in an unpredictable way, intimidation his first choice, violence his answer to everything.

Darius hides his bruises from his friends, they may know the situation was bad, but they didnt need to know how bad yet. Kash would hunt him down the minute he stepped out of line- he looked fit to murder him for leaving the elevator- there was no way he was bringing that to his friends. He could handle this.

He didnt want to handle this anymore.

Between Brad-X and Kash, he was walking on eggshells. His arm and shoulder were bruised and sore, the rest of him not much better. He was looking over his shoulder, scared of his own shadow, flinching at anything that moved too fast. He couldnt do anything, and his friends had no idea what was coming.

Kash has him pinned to a wall, arm across his chest, ears ringing and breath lost.

"You wanted something to do. So youre gonna do it." He turns to the Brad-X, "He chips the Spinosaurus, or he doesnt come back." He drops Darius, kicking him in the leg before tossing the injector gun on him, "get going."

…

Darius isnt sure how things took this turn.

One minute hes saved from a crazy Brad-X by Brooklyns mad skills, they've saved the baby Dinos and Darius is so close to escaping Kash-

And the next, hes being held as blackmail.

Kash is working for Mr.Kon, who doesnt care about whats been going on, is in fact encouraging it. Doesnt care that his SON who'd been missing for over half a year, has been on these islands in danger. He cares only about the money he can make, cares only that'd they'd been hindering that.

Kenji is devistated, tries to reason, eyes shifting between Darius and his father.

"Dad please, this isnt right!"

"Come now son, with hard work you and I can change how the world sees Dinosaurs!"

"By hurting them? By hurting us? And anyone that gets in your way?"

Kon sr. Shakes his head in dissapointment,

"You were alway too soft. I have investors coming, and you all will just get in the way. Dr. Turner, I suggest you help Kash with those chips."

Kashs arm tightens around Darius' throat, who struggles as his airway is further cut off.

"Stop! Dont hurt him!" Mae steps forward, pushing the others behind her, but before she can say more, the whole island shakes.

"What was that!?" Kon hisses, whipping his head to glare at Kash.

"Dont look at me!"

"No matter, lock those kids up, this one is coming with as insurance. Dr Turner, we have places to be.

…

Darius hates this. Watching innocent dinosaurs being controlled. Learning that just about every person thats tried to kill them, worked for Kon. Watching adults, with no care for anything but money and power, hurt dinos. Hurt- with intent to kill- his friends.

He honestly doesnt know how they win.

Sure he knows how but… he was sure he was gonna die, on more than one occasion. The adults died, eaten by the dinos they tried to control, Yet somehow, they all survived. He watches as everything settles, reunited with his friends.

And then his world goes dark.

…

"He's moving!"

"Darius?? Buddy, can you hear me?"

"Dont crowd him!"

His eyes are blurry, his head aches, everything hurts.

"Hey, we're here D, open your eyes."

"Not…ded?" He mumbles, seeing 5 silhouettes above him.

"Nope, you got us all out of that mess alive."

"Di'nt…"

"Its alright now Darius. You saved everyone, dinosaurs included."

"Sry…"

"You can rest now, we have your back."

His eyes slip closed.

They rarely leave his bedside, someone always there, though typically more than one of them. Kenji especially stays close, faulting himself for all his father did. Though Yaz too sticks by, berating her cowardice that got Darius stuck in the first place. They saw the shape he was in, could only guess what most was from.

The way Darius flinches in his sleep, eyebrows scrunched and fist clenched, he'd been through a lot. They all had. And they finally wondered… if they were having nightmares… it only made sense that Darius would too, made only worse now.

Sammy takes to talking, telling stories and the likes, though she comments they arent nearly as good as Darius'. Brooklyn and Yaz describe what they do- tech and art- to make him feel included. Ben regals him with updates on the dinosaurs, while Kenji- in whatever short privacies hes allowed- apologizes.

He apologizes for everything he can think of. From the moment he got to camp, up until Darius' collapse, and anything else. Kenji and Brooklyn have taken the lead as well as they can, but Darius had a knack for leadership they lacked. Even together, they all knew something was missing.

So they take up vigil at Darius bedside. Never leaving him without company, and someone always awake, just in case.

That just in case comes with their proximity alarm. The drone finding a ship docking. Theyre all on high alert, watching to feed to figure out exactly how to proceed. They arent expecting who deboard. 3 familair faces, and one too similar to be a coincidence.

Ben and Kenji stay with Darius as the three girls head to meet their company, their rescue.

…

Darius groans, his stomach churning in on the cave its become. Everything still hurts, but maybe a little less, his headache however is still intense. The rocking motion doing nothing to help.

His eyes open to see what looks like a boat cabin. And Kenjis head,

"Darius? You with me bud?"

"Kenj? Wha' 'appen'?"

"Your injured, collapsed after everything. But we're heading home now, where we can get you real help."

"'Ome?"

"Yeah, turns out your brother is just as determined as you are. He got Dave and Roxxi, and they found Mae, and then they found us! And now we're headed home!"

"'Andon?"

"Yeah, hes been real worried, we all have. You gave us quite the scare D."

"Eve'on safe?"

Kenjis eyes soften,

"Yeah bud. You did a great job."

"Comin 'ome wit' me." He says it as firmly as hes able, trembling hand grabbing Kenjis arm.

"Oh, no I couldnt-"

"Comin home with me. Family."

"You heard the man Kenji, youre family now." Brandons voice comes from the doorway, smiling at the scene before him.

"Family…" Kenji says in wonder,

"Family." Darius confirms.

#whumptober2022 #no.31 #comfort #bedside vigil #you can rest now #camp cretaceous #fic #angst #abuse of a minor #abuse #children in danger #death mentions #bad parenting #Daniel Kons A+ parenting #darius angst #everyone angst #basically follows the series but with Darius in a lot more danger #cause trauma!

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