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holybibly · 6 months

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Divine Rosa ❢ot8xreader❣

❣ Pairing: yandere!otx8 x reader ❣ Genre: Dark Romance, vampire au, angst, horror, yandere au, smut ❣ Summary: The moth always pours itself into the flame; what a pity that in the end it burns out. After the tragic death of her sister, MС tries to find answers to the questions she left behind. This leads her to a gated cottage town known for its luxurious rose gardens. In addition, there are also these mysterious men who manage all the affairs in the city. Too sweet, too helpful, too intrusive, and too in love. ❣ WARNING: only!18+ Themes of death, suicide, severe depression, stalking, blood, yandere behavior. ❣ Disclaimer: I don't support yandere behavior, stalking, or religious imposition. Themes include violence, obsession, possessiveness, and emotional or psychological manipulation. This book is intended solely for entertainment purposes.

English is not my native language, so if you see any mistakes, please let me know.

Published on AO3 like FleurRi

❣ Prologue: Roses scarlet like blood ❣

Every story has a beginning: a magical, inexplicable moment—an elusive contact between reality and dreams. When thoughts emerge from the edge of consciousness, a stream of colorless letters appears on the parchment of our fate, eventually becoming an event. Life's intersections, fragments of various plots, are continuously repeated, lost, or deliberately forgotten. They are like unwritten melodies; the echo of their angelic voices follows us through life, like the bright tent of a wandering circus that incessantly makes noise. is full of tinsel, and raves with dreams.

There are millions of them. No. Billions, like the sleeping stars, sway peacefully on the sky-blue wire; their scattered light tells the wayward souls the way in the velvet folds of the night's darkness. These are our memories. Some are dazzlingly bright, as fresh as summer breezes, while others are barely flickering, covered in the marble ashes of time and a diamond crumb of emotion. And they all live so far away and at the same time prohibitively close together, there, in the labyrinth of the underground sky and on the endless roads of the blood rivers, where it is impossible to find them: in our memory.

Just as a pebble thrown into the ocean sinks into the murky depths, so does memory. Drowning into the viscous muddy depths without a bottom, in that rich and uncharted area that we call “oblivion,” it sinks in time. And few of us have been given the opportunity to preserve living images of memories of the feelings we have ever experienced: to drown in the bittersweet water of sorrow and joy; to fill our consciousness to the brim, like a vessel with golden honey, with the feelings of pain and keen passion, and to die. Die happy. The greatest privilege of all.

Seconds, minutes, days, and years—colorful fragments of time; sharp crumbs scattered under our feet. Unlike us, those who plunge into eternal sleep, our memories that have insidiously dissolved in ink in our blood will not disappear. They fear death, flee from it, and hide in the thick of the earth that blossoms with fluttering glass, forget-me-nots and drunken petunias that, in their intoxicating happiness, kiss the eyelashes of the blind God. You hear them whisper, “I’ll never forget you…”

My story begins with an innocent question that I’m sure you’ve heard more than once: “Do you like roses?”

Once upon a time, I would have answered, "Yes, I love roses." But, as it turns out, all our words are followed by consequences, and small rosy spikes can be much more dangerous than they seem at first glance, just like in the fairy tales that we were told in childhood. You know, there are things that we might call fatal: people who decide other people’s lives as long as they reach out to them like they're God. And then there are the flowers, which keep the mysteries tenebrous and ancient. I'm almost a hundred years old, maybe more. I should start my story right now; this is the perfect moment.

I will tell you about who I once was and who I am now. I will tell you about love, which is akin to obsession, and the death of her faithful friend. I will also tell you about the people, ghosts, or maybe illusions that were around me. They were with me once… Now, there are others, but they’ll be in my story later. They will come into my life with a chorus of angelic voices; the sound of a heavy autumn downpour, and the pretentious solemnity of death. Yeah, they’ll be there, though, if you think about it, they were always there, from my first breath to my last breath, by my side. But I’m forgetting what’s important. I have to tell you about the roses, and only about them.

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Mina's long hair shimmered like luxurious silk under the early morning light. Bloody strands fell in curled doll curls onto her bare shoulders, as if in Baroque paintings. The lush blossoms of white roses woven together in her hair made her look like the ancient Greek goddess of spring. Her appearance has always been astonishing, blatantly perfect rather than real, but that was sometime in the past. Now she was like a pale ghost of herself, a blurry reflection on a black surface of water on a moonlit night. The only thing that reminded her of her former beauty was her hair, which remained perfectly groomed and scarlet, like blood. Oh yeah, there are still roses. These flowers… there was something unnatural about them, something otherworldly. Each petal was painfully perfect, as if made of satin. But the flowers were real; they were alive and breathing and too demanding. It seemed that just because they wanted this, Mina could wear them in her hair. It was their choice, not hers. “Do you like roses, Rosa?” · · • • • ✤ • • • · ·

This is the moment when my life changed forever. If I had known that this innocent question would be the beginning of my end, but can this be called the end? Would my answer have been different?

I’ve thought about it a thousand times. Over and over again, I played this scene like a broken record, crossed my answer out of the script, wrote a new one, and made comments and footnotes, but… But the answer was the same. I couldn’t change anything; it was destined. Much later, when I fall asleep in a warm bed, I will feel a gentle kiss on my closed eyelids and hear San’s angelic voice whisper in my ear that fate is never wrong. That they would find me or that I would come to them does not matter; in the end, we would still be together in life and in death. In eternity.

I’ll come back to that later, I promise. In the meantime, I’ll continue. · · • • • ✤ • • • · ·

“They’re beautiful, Mina, but I don’t like them anymore.” I sounded terribly rude from the outside, and I could see Mina’s eyes filled with tears, as if I had slapped her.

“But Rosa!” Mina reached out her pale arms to me. “Look how perfect they are; don’t you care about their beauty? Doesn’t your heart beat faster when you look at them? O Rosa, these flowers are special; they never wilt.” She shook her head, as if confirming her words. “Yeosang gave them to me before I left” Her long, thin fingers reaching for the white rosebuds in her hair. “I want to give you one.” Hooking the flower, Mina gently pulled it out of her curls and stretched it towards me. I didn't have the desire to accept her gift; something in her behavior and her voice caused me anxiety. And there was this name: Yeosang. It wasn’t the first time I heard it, but it was a long time ago, and I still remember that Mina mentioned others with that name: Hongjoong, San, and Mingi. They sounded familiar to me as a song once learned by heart. She pronounced them in a special way: with a gentle intonation and an exciting euphoria. As if it had been repeated countless times at the same completely new to her. All I could hear was the echo of that song, which came along with those names in the conversation. It was an ominous echo, like an impending, inevitable storm. Mina was still holding out a rose, and I looked at her hands. Arms with a faint web of blue veins that looked like dried stems of faint flowers. For some reason, I came up with the idea of sirens holding out their hands to pirates while their voices led them into the welcome embrace of death. Did they look like Mina’s hands now?

I remember these hands weaving long pearl threads into my hair during festivals. I remember the feeling of intertwined fingers as Mina led me down the dark corridors of my grandmother's old house. I remember them gently wiping my tears when I was rubbing my feet until I bled in ballet class.

I remember the touch of those hands… I know him. These cold fingers that so carefully hold the snow-white flower no longer belong to my sister. Their touch changed, becoming foreign and distant, as did the mysterious land where these perfect, never-fading roses grew.

Didn’t that sound like a fairy tale? Just in our history, there has been no magic mirror, no Queen-Witch whose crown shines like a star, and no apple full of poison, but there is a coffin of shimmering crystal, and a prince that sleeps in it. Of course, there are also roses—thousands of roses.

“Rosa” Mina turned to me again. “Please take them; you will surely love them. Just try to feel them…”

She put a flower in my hands. The drops of nectar froze on the wax petals, and the first rays of the dawn sun made them sparkle like diamonds. “This variety is special.” Her voice sounded soft. “It's called the Deva-Rosa. I want to show you where they grow. It’s so beautiful. I want you to come with me, Rosa. We’ll be there together, you and me.” Mina smiled dazzlingly, but something was wrong with that smile. The once-sensual kiss lips were painfully curved, the corners awfully lifted, like the forever-frozen smile of a Venetian mask, and the warm pink shade was gone.

I was always jealous of her lips. They were so tender, plump, and enticing. All her features attracted attention, but it was her lips that made Mina's beauty unique.

She shone like the sun, easily becoming the center of everyone's attention—a beautiful white swan. The main heroine of the story.

Then there was me, only a shadow of her perfection—gloomy and pale as the moon, the complete opposite of the burning heat and the sexuality of my sister. Unlike Mina's, my features were not sensual and breathtaking; no, they were old-fashioned, like those of a porcelain doll. I didn’t find myself ugly or unattractive; just ordinary. One of a hundred million. The classic tragic heroine of a Gothic novel, someone like me, doesn’t make it to the finale.

Now looking at Mina, I can no longer see her life; her fire has almost been extinguished, leaving embers smoldering. And only her hair, like a burning sunset, was the only bright spot in her appearance. They crimson her white dress like blood rivers in the snow.

“Rosa, come with me.” The touch of her hands was icy and gave me a nasty shiver. It wasn’t Mina anymore. “Let's go, please. We can admire roses together. We can be together, Rosa. Remember what we promised each other when we were kids? Forever.” Mina leaned towards me with her whole body, completely trespassing into my space, and with her intimacy came the suffocating, sugary smell of roses. It was a thick, enveloping aroma that instantly sat in the lungs. I thought that if I breathed it in deeper, these strange, unnatural flowers would sprout in my veins, intertwine with my bones, and create a new home for themselves in my body.

“No!” I exclaimed, pushing Mina away from me. “I don’t want that, Mina. I don’t want you or those freaking roses in my life.”

Suddenly on my feet, I took a few steps away from the pale Mina, who was staring at a rose that had fallen to the ground. Her posture was as vulnerable as that of a wounded animal, and her limp arms reached for the flower, which, surprisingly, began to darken and fade, touching the ground. In her eyes, once radiant with happiness and dreaming, stood tears, and her lips began to tremble. It was as if a child whose beloved toy had been mercilessly abused had fallen to her knees, picked up a dying bud, and, in despair, pinned it to her lips.

“How can you be so cruel, Rosa?” Mina whispered, her lips gently touching the petals. “You hurt them; it breaks their heart. Can’t you just accept their love? Accept the roses?” She continued to kiss the petals.

“What are you talking about, Mina? Whose love should I accept?” I asked cautiously. Her behavior began to frighten me.

“You must give yourself to them, Rosa; I must give you to them.” Mina ignored my question, methodically kissing a faded flower. His dead petals began to fall away, slowly, baring his heart. “O Rosa, the rose is a rose; the rose is a deva; the deva is a rose; is a rose.”

“Mina!” I called her by her name in an alarm. The entire situation had me in a state of primitive terror. Mina began slowly swaying from side to side in time to your words, all the while continuing to say, “Rose is a rose, the rose is a deva.” It was meaningless, like the ravings of a madman. The words were repeated in an endless circle, like a prayer or a ritual chant. Mina’s voice grew louder, higher, and higher until it broke, and abruptly she stopped all movement, standing there like a graceful statue.

Once I admired her every move; now I want to cover my eyes so I never have to see her again. What happened after became the most traumatic thing in my life. I can never forget it, no matter how much I want it. It seemed to be imprinted on my eyelids, and even after closing my eyes in my sleep, I couldn’t get rid of those memories.

Her movements were fleeting, like the wings of a butterfly. Here she is before me, tense and waiting, and then her throat crosses a ragged line, and blood rushes through her body like a waterfall.

Eyes shining from tears are wide open and so resemble smooth black pearls, and lips are opened as if waiting for a kiss. For a second, Mina's body stretched like a thin string and then softened, falling on the grass. I heard someone start screaming; the sound was so deafening and heartbreaking that I wanted to curl up in a ball and cover my ears with my hands, so I couldn’t hear.

I found myself screaming. I needed to call for help; I had to call an ambulance, and I had to try to help her. Put my arms around her neck and cover her gaping red velvet wound.

But I was yelling about something else instead. My name is not Rosa; you hear me, Mina! I am not her. · · • • • ✤ • • • · ·

I awoke in a frenzy, sweating profusely and with a wildly pounding heart from an endlessly recurring nightmare.

This dream has haunted me for months since Mina’s funeral. Night after night, I have lived this sunrise over and over again. I didn’t like morning anymore; I started avoiding sunlight and hiding in the velvet folds of the night, sharing my loneliness with the darkness. I made the moon my friend, and the stars my silent witnesses.

My memory is folded paper, folded a thousand times. Sometimes, I want to unwrap it, but not completely: open the brittle edges of the fragile sashes, smooth out the folds and creases with my fingers, spread out the time sequence. Unwrap it just a little, and then fold again, mixing letters and days, reality and dreams. I never want to open the pages where the memories of that morning are stored. Every time I get almost to the end, moments before the final, I run away to the safety of happy days.

I try to come up with a new ending to this story, a different ending, but the dream comes to me like a cat, gently calling me into its embrace, and I find myself again in a place I don’t want to be.

It’s early in the morning, and the sun is just rising above the horizon, shimmering like a limitless purple-pink ocean.

In Mina’s crimson hair are snow-white roses, and her dress looks like an intricately woven ruffle and lace. Her pale hands holding flowers, her puffy lips in a painful smile, and her bare feet—the ground must be cold since it was the middle of October. Her blood… and the roses. And if it were possible to personify hatred and death, then for me, it would be roses.

I hated and despised these flowers with all my heart. They brought only sorrow and gloominess into my life. The beautiful symbol of mourning solemnity. They started it. They ended it all.

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I was sixteen when Mina first called me Rosa. One January afternoon, she came home with a basket of the most gorgeous flowers I’ve ever seen in my life. Scarlet like the blood of a rose, they were magnificent and perfect. From that day on, I became Rosa. Why did Mina start calling me that? She never spoke. But she completely forgot my real name. For the whole world, I was now Rosa. After this case, every day in our small apartment, the roses became more and more numerous, until every inch of free space was filled with scarlet buds. Their smell was suffocating, thick, and sticky like honey. It is absorbed into the skin, hair, and dissolved in the blood. It made me dizzy and nauseous, and I could taste it on my tongue with every breath. But it wasn’t just a smell. It was a color that screamed “red,” like blood itself. It poured over our house, coloring the entire apartment in a disturbing shade.

After that, every day in our house, the roses became more and more numerous until they filled all the surrounding space.

Soon, they became so numerous that our house looked like a tomb filled with scarlet petals hanging from the ceiling. We've been arranging here with all honors, breathing in a haze as imperceptible as rose-scented mist.

In all the time I lived there, not a single flower withered. It was frightening and exciting at the same time. Day followed night, and night gave way to day; but no petal lost its pristine beauty, and no bud bowed its heavy head in sorrow. There was not a single bouquet that would dilute this velvet sea with its mourning black.

And if that did happen, Mina cried long and hard over these flowers and blamed herself for not saving them. At night, I heard the sound of her apologies and her fanatical prayers.

Whether she prayed to God or to the Devil, I couldn't tell. I'll find out for whom these prayers were intended many years later.

Roses were always sent with a postcard and a box of expensive chocolates with some intricate filling. The box was necessarily in the form of a heart. The signature was also one; once the unchanged calligraphic handwriting deduced only one phrase, “For you,”

Mina never told me who gave her these magic flowers or why the roses didn’t wither.

I tried to ask her these questions several times, but she only brushed them off, throwing her long hair from one shoulder to the other and angrily declaring, “You must love them; you don't need to know more.”

Mina also dyed her hair scarlet, like roses.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Constantly surrounded by these flowers was unbearable, and one day I packed up all my things and moved in with a friend, leaving Mina alone in her regal rosary.

My first night away from home, away from the roses and Mina, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned anxiously in bed hour after hour; but the dream never came, and then the phone rang. Mina called. Crying, she begged to come home, and when I asked her why, she barely whispered, “The roses are wilted.”

I hung up, and Mina never called me again. Two years had passed. My life had changed, and I think my luck had smiled. I found wonderful friends who were eccentric and bright. I had a great and caring boyfriend, and the internship at ballet school was promising. Everything worked out perfectly, and there were no more roses.

Until my twentieth birthday, a huge bleeding bouquet of scarlet roses tied with topaz-embroidered ribbon appeared in my new apartment. The candy box was heart-shaped, and the caption read, “For You.”

I burned the bouquet, threw out the chocolate, and tore the note apart, and blew it to the wind.

No one was supposed to see or know. Even me. Exactly eight days after these flowers appeared, I got a call from former neighbors in the apartment complex Mina was still living in. I was urged to come and deal with the situation; the smell of rot and death was unbearable, and Mina didn't open the doors or answer the phone. I opened the door with my key. Opening it wide, I crossed the threshold and could not contain a short scream. All the once-luxurious roses had rotted, dripping thick, stinking jugs on the floor and accumulating in gleaming poisonous lakes. Every corner of the space was occupied by large vases with black velvet buds and tall candles. After my move, Mina got rid of all the furniture, leaving only the big bed, which was now covered with dried stems strewn with thorns.

This place was like a grave — cold and dark — where my sister was supposed to rest. Going deeper, I found no hint of Mina's presence. Absolutely nothing. Only putrid roses and an empty heart-shaped box.

Mina was gone. For a whole year, I tried to find her without success. Old friends, distant relatives, acquaintances, and any other connections she might have ever had—I checked everything, but there was nothing to help me find her. It’s like she never existed.

In the two years we’ve been apart, I didn’t know anything about her. Mina didn’t call, and when I tried to contact her, she would reply with a short message, always the same: "Roses have wilted; come back." just like the night I left her.

All Mina had ever thought about since that unfortunate January day were these sinister roses.

The police began an investigation. Two years after her disappearance, Mina became officially missing.

And a year after that, she showed up at my door in the twilight of the fall morning, barefoot, in a sophisticated lace dress with a rose crown on her head. From the Mina that I knew, all that remained was her hair—long, silky, and crimson like blood and roses.

She still kept calling me Rosa, calling me out, and promising that we’d be happy together. That it will be only us, forever. She promised to show me where these strange flowers bloom, which she called the Deva-Rose, although these were not her words, but those of someone distant and unfamiliar to me, Hongjoong.

And then...then Mina died. The dawn painted her body in pink shades, flooded the grass with sparkling gold, and dyed the white roses of her crown scarlet. She slit her throat. Ragged a sharp spike into it. As it turned out, even the tiniest rose spikes were deadly. It was a nightmarish and, at the same time, majestic end to her story. The image of Mina haunts me in dreams even now—this distant gaze in her pearly eyes and a complete absence of fear of death. No, Mina wasn't afraid. She welcomed death as an old friend, graciously opening her arms.

It was her exodus. I remember screaming loudly. Blood thundered in my ears, and tears flowed in an endless crystal stream. I screamed that my name wasn’t Rosa; that I wasn’t her, and never would be.

Her funeral was truly a royal one. Rain and thunder rattle in the sky, as if raising a toast in her honor. The flat haloes of the black umbrellas swayed peacefully as the guests made their sorrowful speeches.

Mina seemed to fall asleep, dressed in an old-fashioned wedding dress, lying there like a princess, drowning in thousands of roses. The flowers were brought at dawn. Their color was deep and dark, as if every petal was filled with the gloaming of the night. They mourned with me. But I knew better. It wasn’t the end; it was the beginning. Death follows life in an endless cycle of rebirth. When one flower fades, plant a new one. Back home that night, I found a black envelope at my door, sealed with a monogram wax seal.

It lacked an address and the sender's signature. The message was clear and concise. "I live for you, my Rosa."

· · • • • ✤ • • • · · I went to the window and opened the curtains with my newfound determination. It’s time to stop being afraid and run away. Whatever it is, I’ll find out what happened to Mina. Let her start it all, but I’ll be the one to finish the story. The last surviving girl.

· · • • • ✤ • • • · · How naive I was then, how stupid. The moth always flies to the flame, attracted by the warm fluttering light; he himself goes to his death.

I was that moth. Without realizing it, I came to my inevitable fate, which has been waiting for me for centuries, maybe longer. Their hands have stretched out since the darkest times, when the light didn't exist, and the Devil was as real as you and I. At that time, everyone knew his face, felt his hot breath on his skin. The story I’m going to tell you isn't going to be bright and sweet; we’re going to go down to hell and come back. I'll take you through the dark woods to the horrors of uncharted lands where barefoot priestesses rock their sharp teeth in alluring smiles. I will take you to the castle where the prince rests in a crystal coffin and make you drink wine that tastes like blood.

Now I have to ask you, "Are you afraid of the dark and what’s hidden in it?" But my question is, "Love, do you like roses?"

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villain-pencils · 9 months

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Wake up babe, new Harley Quinn just dropped 😳 This is part of a larger idea I've got going on, but basically in this au Harley gets a new look and title of The Quinn of Diamonds after allying with an unexpected group! More to come!

More details under the cut!!! The color palette and aesthetics are based on traditional Queen of Diamonds suits, gymnastics, and circus performers!

#artists on tumblr #harley quinn #harlivy #hivy #poison ivy #wlw #dc comics #my art

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perpetualcynicism · 1 year

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i am so, so tempted to develop a dark magical carnival or circus au with some of the genshin cast… not x reader necessarily, although you can imagine it that way if you want, but rather headcanons and short descriptions about their roles as performers in slightly uncanny acts.

for example, scaramouche is a marionette without a puppeteer; he’s made half of wood and moves jerkily like a puppet on strings, but nobody controls him.

there’s also mona, the illusionist who conjures up images from water and creates reflections and mirrors that make it seem like she’s everywhere and nowhere at once, disappearing from one end of the tent one second and appearing on the other side the next.

or you could go and see xiao’s act as leaps blindfolded across a tightrope, dodging flaming torches and balancing on his staff all the way. he never falls off the tightrope. ever. some say he has bird claws for feet, and hidden wings.

albedo is an option, too, turning caged doves into basilisks into harmless lizards, and even splitting himself into two copies of himself who work and talk and move in unison.

you can see baizhu, the contortionist who moves like a snake and has a forked tongue and slit pupils, whose assistant herself is a little frankenstein, who needs stitching up now and again so she doesn’t fall apart at the seams.

candace is known for hypnotism and psychosis, with a voice like smooth velvet. she sends people to sleep with her blue eye and reads their minds, sometimes even futures, with her gold eye, but never tells anyone just how much she’s seen.

they also have kokomi, the mermaid, who swims in a large, dark tank overgrown with algae, webbed fingers pressing against the glass to stare at passersby. sometimes she does tricks, like a dolphin, and is fed live fish as a reward.

yunjin sings and sends her audience into a trance. nilou is on the silks, twirling through the air like a sycamore seed. itto is a strongman with the horns of a demon, and has been said to ever shatter diamond. klee escapes a little cage before the bomb in there with her detonates. kazuha plays music on leaves and throws them like knives, pinning audience members to a board by the threads of their clothes. barbara mimes, and climbs invisible ladders high into the air. they say her voice was stolen from her.

yae miko organises the events and runs the carnival. yelan makes sure those who visit neither steal nor smuggle; those who do are never seen again. sometimes strange howls can be heard from cyno’s tent in the dark hours before dawn, after all the performances are over.

so come over, buy a ticket! visit the carnival tonight, because you won’t see the likes of it again! (we do not take responsibility for any missing persons or injuries that occur throughout the performances.)

#can you tell that i’m a fan of ‘dark (insert some magical thing)’ aesthetics #fairytales… circuses… carnivals…#i’m basically in love with uncanny fantasy #i have so many ideas for this circus oh my god #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #mona x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #baizhu x reader #candace x reader #kokomi x reader #and so forth #this is not me abandoning my dark sorcerer au so don’t worry #i’m working on chapter four and it should be done… relatively soon #and this wouldn’t be a continuous series; rather a collection of scenes/descriptions and whatnot about each act and the general carnival

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diamond-circus-au · 26 days

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Steven may need pink shoes and a white star instead to balance out these colors

#diamond circus #bismuth au #bismuth #desarea doodles #diamond circus au #yellow diamond au #steven universe #steven universe fanart #fanart #steven universe au #peridot #lapis lazuli #designs are hard

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breadandblankets · 6 days

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here's something no one asked for: bats fallout 4 au

cass: made as an institute courser and the best of the best with a perfect clear record until she was ordered to execute a traitor and she bounced, she drifts for years anywhere and everywhere, eventually ending up in goodneighbor and through Coincidences into the office of one Barbara Gordon

babs: a doctor in goodneighbor specializing in human/machine interface and neurobiology, aka railroad agent oracle she and her partner Dinah run the memory den, part therapeutic establishment part front for synth liberation activities Babs helps deprogram synths and let them lead normal lives

Jason: he was taken into bruce's vault after his parents died, he was born human but turned into a ghoul thanks to a near death experience and a radiation bath, by the time we meet him, he's a drifter blown into goodneighbor hiring out his services as a merc, steadily moving in organized crime through some maneuvering

duke: a psyker (kinda like the forecaster if you played NV), he has the ability to see into the future if he concentrates, however it leaves him with huge migraines, his parents went missing after a raider attack and he joins the minutemen (honestly what is more MM than WAR) to try and find them

steph: both she and her mom are prewar ghouls (all of the cluemaster stuff still happens but he doesn't survive the bombs in jail), they used to live in diamond city until all the ghouls got kicked out, they lived in goodneighbor for a time, with steph working at the local clinic, run by leslie, eventually they both moved north to the slog (a settlement run by ghouls in an old swimming pool) when crystal wanted to get clean, steph works there as basically the town doctor

tim: (spoilers for a ten year old game but:) kinda like synth shaun he is a permanently stuck at the age of like ten, still a tech genius but like.... litol (did I say this just cause I thought it was funny.... yes)

alfred: a fuckin mr handy

bruce: vault dweller that imprinted on said mr handy like a duckling after his parents died

dick: you can literally keep his backstory intact and he makes perfect sense, haley circus is just from new vegas, after his parents murder he joined up with lyons pride and moved east with the brotherhood of steel, when the new elder rose to power after the lyons' death dick started to see the writing on the wall of fascism and jumped ship leaving that life behind, joining up with duke's new and improved MM to protect people from people he swore brotherhood to

damian: obv still bruce and talia's kid, talia is a pre war scientist and businesswoman, keeping herself and her half siblings alive and young as long as they keep their father and his weird artifact locked up. damian grows up in the closest thing to pre war luxury the post apocalypse has to offer. Eventually he wants to go out and see the world, meet his dad, write a guide to wasteland fauna. talia hires jason to guard him so he stops trying to rush down feral ghouls with a sword.

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dairy-farmer · 10 days

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Unknowingly A Meta AU? owo ? Tim with a Dream Manipulation power he doesn't know he has? Because it can effect HIS dreams. And no one ever mentions it.

His parents? Wearing all sorts of gifts and old jewelry from various sites. They are gucci. Completely untouchable. So the few times Baby Tim DOES show up in there dreams as a kid, when they are in house, they write off as "weird but pleasant".

After all? Who doesn't like to dream about playing with your kid? Going to a fantastical theme park or something? Having a family picnic? It's JUST a nice dream, right?

But! Not everyone has such protections.

And Baby Tim? Gets fixated. Curious. Falls asleep wanting to KNOW. Perhaps, thinking about one member of the Wayne family or another. And since his range is growing? Wayne Manor is juuuuust close enough. Barely, at first. Then easily.

And it's innocent at first. Of course it is. He's just a small child, full of questions. Was Mr. Batman like him as a child? Where did Mr. Pennyworth come from? What was living in the circus like? And so? They dream.

Bruce, playing with a child his age, on the lawn as his parents watch on fondly. Alfred, back too his youth, full of mischief as he runs the streets of his little English town along side friends long dead. Made young once more. Dick, laughing, underfoot, as he and his new friend run roughshod all across the setup site. His parents fond but exasperated.

Such meaningful dreams.

Private, though.

No need to mention them. Or realize the whole household is getting such dreams all at the same time.

And the dreams persist. Tim forever having questions. Or just wondering. Not thinking much on WHY he seems to have such vivid dreams. He's always had them. Surely everyone does. Storybooks certainly seem to suggest that.

Dick leaves. Jason comes.

Dick notices he's started having... nightmares. Chaotic, dark, brooding dreams. Of failure and lose. He doesn't connect things... yet.

Jason doesn't fuckin TRUST these happy clappy, golden sunshine n puppies dreams. The fuck is this? The fuck are YOU? Tim doesn't see a reason to lie. It's just a dream, right?

Uh huh.

Riiiight. Say, Timbits, you ever been tested for that Meta gene thingy? Asks Jason, who has clocked what's happening here, basically night one.

No, why? Asks the clueless neighbor kid.

Before Jason can think of a... polite...ish... way to call him thick and his parents dense as bricks, he wakes up. Gets to spend the whole day looking into the Drake's. Finds out the kid is basicly isolated in that great big house of his. Decides he's... NOT gonna be saying anything.

Welcome to dream land, you little weirdo. Just don't scramble his brains or touch stuff he says not too.

Then? Dick visits. Tim is thrilled. And Dick? Gets his first GOOD dream in weeks. No "what if's", no haunting seconds too late, just? Good moments. Everything languid and lit by golden light. Untouchable.

Perfect.

Him and Kori, between missions, exploring each other. Everything pleasure and light. Grinding. Gasping. Groaning in pleasure as they found just the right angle, sweat catching the light like diamonds. She was beautiful. HE never felt more desirable.

But something niggles in his brain. A sense of being watched, that hadn't been there then. Fascinated little eyes. Blue. Not Jason. Poorly hidden in the corner of the room. He... he should be alarmed. Focus. This isn't for little eyes. Should kick him out. But Kori's here. And everything is soft and so GOOD. He keeps getting lost in that instead.

Is aware, so aware, of little eyes that trail his body like eager hands.

It shouldn't make everything better.

But it does.

And NOW? Now Tim has NEW questions. As puberty closes in fast and without mercy.

And Bruce's dreams certainly have answers. His every desire and fantasy laid bare. Past loves, current lovers, fantasies about coworkers. Being watched. A curiosity. An amusement, perhaps? His brain struggles to pull free of the pleasure and focus.

But eventually, his iron will allows it. He HAS trained for this, after all.

He gets the jump on the... imp? Fae? Youthful looking creature. But touching them just pulls him back under. So he kisses them instead. Strips them. Hands finding places that make them squirm. He's not sure HOW he finds himself fucking them, but he never wants to stop.

And after that? Neither does Tim. He'd never imagined THAT was an option! It felt AMAZING. Which leads to all manner of wet dreams. For every Heroic guest Bruce has. During the day? Prim and proper, everything above board. But in SLEEP? They are pounding their new brother/son incoherent.

Just? Imagine them trying to trigger wet dreams? Trying to get attention in the evenings, so he'll think about THEM before bed. Pouting when their dreams were pleasant nothing instead of Tim Time. The guilty PANIC of guests who TOTALLY boned Timmy drooling and fucked stupid in the Dream Space, now having to sit across Batman, and pretend they didn't do that. Not realizing he totally let them.

Can't get caught, if it's not physical! Dream Sex!

-🐼🐼🐼

and they're completely guilt free because its a dream😌😌😌

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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tamaiory · 2 years

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Finally finished it~ but I'm so sorry for the low quality the image was too big for Tumblr it seems

I really wanted to do something better but I had this sitting there unfinished for, like, a week or so?? I just wanted to at least finish it and post it so yeah, here we are

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glaucouscherubim · 7 months

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TWST characters and what AU/crossover i think would be interesting for them:

I think i should place a shorter title... anyways.

Heartslybul Riddle Rosehearts: Black Butler [Ciel], Victorian AU Trey Clover: Cookie Run [Reasons], Way of The House Husband, Actor AU Cater Diamond: Ride the Cyclone [I think he'd make a nice Jane Doe], Tentadore Leches Deuce Spades: The Promised Neverland, Demon Slayer, Ouran Host Club, Tokyo Revengers, Little Nightmares [Mono] Ace Trappola: OVERCOOKED, Ouran Host Club, Little Nightmares [six] In all: Alice Borderland, OHSHC, Alice: madness returns,

Savanaclaw Leona Kingscholar: JOJO's BIZZARRE ADVENTURE, Record of Ragnarok, Spy x Family, Tokyo Godfathers, Pinstripe. Ruggie Bucchi: Great Pretender, Cowboy Bebop, Jack Howl: Baki Hanma, In all: Tokyo Godfathers,

Octavanille Azul Ashengrotto: Kakegurui [I believe this guy would fold and cheat], Bigtop Burger, Better Films [The Creepypasta], Panorama Island, Little Nightmares, Lychee Light Club [Idk, kinda Gela or Kaneda], Bryce Tankthrust [Any Brandon Rogers ig but Bryce Tankthrust just has the CEO vibes.] Jade Leech: Black Butler [Real Sebastian vibes], Mortuary Assistant, Floyd Leech: Black Butler, Chilla Art: Night Security, OFF In all: Mafia AU, OHSHC, Kakegurui, Black Butler, BSD, #DRCL Midnight Children

Scarabia Kalim Al-Sim: Crazy Rich Asians [inspired by the movie and book kind] AU, Swapped au, Jamil Viper: Mafia AU, Denny's au, Saiki K, Camp Camp In all: Total Drama, The Promised Neverland,

Pomefiore Vil Schoenheit: Perfect Blue [MIMA!MIMA!MIMA!MIMA!], Idol AU, Black Butler, Helluva Boss, Birds of Prey, Freakshow/Circus AU, Disney Actor AU, Bigtop Burger, Character for hire AU, Ride the Cyclone [Noel's Lament], Bendy an the Ink machine Rook Hunt: Howl's Moving Castle [Howl], Ghost Eyes [Webtoon, Emilio vibes kinda], Epel Felmier: Baki Hanma, JOJO'S BIZZARRE ADVENTURE, \ In all: OHSHC, Bigtop burger [Glaring at Vil from the other food truck] Howl's Moving Castle,

Ignihyde Idia Shroud: Doki Doki Literature Club, Ortho Shroud: Alive Au, In all: Swapped au, The Promised Neverland, High Rise Invasion, Fullmetal Alchemist, SAW, #DRCL Midnight Children\

more may be added...

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boldlysizzlingvoid · 4 months

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The Amazing Digital Generation (AKA, The 'Gen' AU) Ideas, Characters and Headcanons

Plotline/Story: Taking place BEYOND the future of the Amazing Digital Circus web series, in the early 2024's, Pomni had grown to fully adjust to being in the Amazing Digital Circus over all the years, along with becoming family with all of the members of the Circus; Though, many years later, in the present day, 4 new humans are sucked into the Amazing Digital Circus and made new members, as new hijinks, havoc, and new chaotic adventures begin to unfold!

Character Cast:

Pomni the 'SHOWSTOPPING' Jester

Gender: Female

Age: 30 years old

Personality: Over the time of being in the Amazing Digital Circus for so long, Pomni's personality had changed over the years, as she had overcame her own anxieties and paranoia, and had grown into a much more confident, happy, and calm person-along with developing close friendships with many of the members of the Circus over time. She is very fearless and braver now, sometimes acting like a leader (which she got from Ragatha btw), and being a bit of a mother figure to these new 4 members of the Amazing Digital Circus. She also has grown to adjust to the chaos in the Circus alot too as well.

-Fun Fact: Pomni had grown sharp, cat like fangs over the years of being in the Amazing Digital Circus

-Fun Fact: She also likes to wear over-sized clothes alot

Appearance/Looks: Pomni's appearance had slightly changed over the years in the Amazing Digital Circus, and she had grown slightly taller, yet she is still quite short. Her eyes would also be very colorful-looking, her iris's shaped like diamonds. Pomni's face would also have colorful star-shaped markings on her cheeks, painted by Caine, one on the right side colored blue, the other on the right side yellow; She is always seen wearing a very beautiful looking, starlight-like Jester outfit on all the time, (that Caine made her.), A long flowing jester hat striped red, blue, white, and yellow; She would also wear a handkerchief over her mouth all the time too as well, that Ragatha had made her, And a set of beautiful looking, shiny pointed-tipped jester shoes on her feet. Her hair has also grown very long, silky, soft and beautiful like over the years in this digital world...Her body is also very child-like and huggable!

-Pomni and Ragatha are canonically sisters in this AU

-Pomni 's hair had grown so long that it droops down to the floor all the time

-Has a secret love for Adult Comedy and Puns

-Snorts when she laughs, (Her laugh is HIGHLY contagious and makes people happy)

-She's very passionate and creative about when she sings, creating her own unique and amazing dance moves and songs to sing

-Her teeth somewhat become shark-like whenever she's excited

-Is somewhat very easy to get excited, has loads of ADHD vibes in her, sometimes stims alot when she's super happy

-Eyes turn into four-sided star symbols when she's overexcited

Likes: Her Friends, Cheeseburgers, Helping her Friends, Being Safe, Puns, Making People Happy. Singing, Dancing, Doing Songs in her performances, Making up her own Songs, Drawing Art with Gangle, Any types of Greasy fast Foods, People being Nice to Her, Nature, Cute Fluffy Animals, Swimming, Listening to Pop Music, Playing the Piano

Dislikes: Scary Movies, Seeing her Friends Hurt, Thinking of how Her Past was Like when She First Came to The Amazing Digital Circus, People drawing Rule34 art of Herself, Being called a 'Child', Being Treated like a Child

Abilitles/Powers:

Supernatural Preforming; Over all the years living in the Amazing Digital Circus, Pomni had developed incredible circus preforming abilities, being able to easily juggle objects and items easily.

Super Strength; Pomni had grown very strong in strength over the years of being in this digital world, to a point where she was able to protect herself easily.

Omnifarious Shapeshifting- Over time, Pomni had grown to adjust to living as a digital 'avatar' in this world, and she gained powerful Shapeshifting abilities to shapeshift without limits, being able to change her Code, including her form and appearance easily.

Hair Color Manipulation-Her hair color changes instantly with the emotions she feels.

Eye Color Manipulation- Pomni's eyes also change colors whenever she feels extreme emotions too.

Elasticity-Along with her abilities, Pomni had gained the ability to be able to stretch any parts of her body easily, to do all sorts of amazing supernatural performances.

Teleportation-Pomni had gained the ability to teleport from place to place easily. (Caine actually taught her that by the way lol.)

Singing/Dancing-She has very good singing and dancing abilities. and is very creative when doing this, writing her own lyrics to sing for songs.

Special Transformations

-DigiShark Mode

Nicknames

'Showstopper' (By Caine)

'Hun' (By Ragatha)

'Lil Sis' (By Ragatha)

Kid (By Jax)

'Lil Bud' (Jax)

'Dear Little Ladybug' (Kinger)

'My Greatest Friend' (Gangle)

'The best Newbie' (Bubble)

'The Kid who Wasn't really Half Bad' (Zooble)

Ragatha the 'Ragdolly' Ragdoll

Gender: Female

Age: 40 years old

Personality: Ragatha's personality still stays the same as in the past, nothing much really had changed for her. Expect for her becoming a older sister to Pomni, lol.

Appearance: Very tall now, wears a beautiful lil blue headband round her curly red hair, always wearing nice little black shoes on her feet. Has a new eye replaced with her X shaped button one on her right side of her face, colored ruby red. Her hair had also grown out a lot too, like Pomni.

Likes: Her Friends, Helping others, making people happy, Making Pomni happy, taking care of her friends, Being a leader.

Jax the 'Chesire Grinning' Rabbit

Gender: Male

Age: 25-26 years old

Personality: Over the years, Jax had grown a bit more into a better person, and he gave up doing most of his pranks and jokes over all the time...(well mostly.) He also acts much nicer in this Future AU, and is less of a jerk then he used to be.

Appearance: Jax had grown a bit more taller over the years in this AU, even taller then he used to be; His purple fur being much more unique and older-looking. He would also wear other clothes on besides overalls in this AU too, such as boots and whatnot. His ears also had grown longer too, almost drooping down to the floor. He also had grown a liking to wearing fancy clothes, such as tuxedos.

-Fun Fact: Jax had somewhat 'accidentally' called Pomni his 'big sis' at some point, causing him to be embarrassed.

Jax ended up saving Pomni from Kaufmo the Clown at one point in the AU, gaining her trust to him

Jax, Ragatha, and Pomni have a very funny, cute, and silly sibling relationship with the three of each other.

Caine The 'Sentient AI' Ringmaster

Gender: Male

Age: ???

Personality: After the years of Pomni being in the Amazing Digital Circus, and watching the gang grow more and more as a family, something...CHANGED in Caine. Every passing day, he had grown more and more intelligent, slowly getting more and more sentient over the time...Until he began to act almost...'HUMANE'-like. After realizing how much torture he put everyone through, he knew what he had to do: So he began to recreate the acts and 'adventures' of the Circus, making them much less dangerous and life-threatening.

Appearance/Looks: After gaining his new sentience, Caine decided he needed a new look, making his normal red tuxedo and top hat into a nice little jacket, bowler shoes, and fedora. He also tended to always be wearing neat little circle-shaped glasses on his face all the time.

-Caine had installed a system of universe traveling doors into the Amazing Digital Circus, which allow the gang to travel to different video game worlds

-His eyes had become a snow white color due to him gaining his sentience in this AU

-He had grown curious of how to keep getting more knowledge about Humans, so Pomni began to teach him many things that Humans do

-Caine had given Ragatha a new eye to replace her X-shaped button eye that will help her see better

-His voice would have a bit of a slight British accent to it

-Caine taught Pomni how to sing and dance in the storyline of the AU

Gangle

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Personality: Gangle's personality had greatly developed over time, becoming a much more tougher and confident person; She deeply cares about her friends, and isn't afraid of standing up to people to protect them. She is also not much of a crybaby anymore then she used to be.

Appearance: Her appearance is much different now then in the PILOT episode: Gangle now where's a cute red/white-striped, ribbon-like skirt and baggy dark reddish sweater on all the time. She also wears a long white ribbon over her mask-faced head too as well.

-Pomni made Gangle new masks to wear; A green one, a blue one, and a red one.

-Gangle sees Pomni as an older sister

-Pomni teached Gangle self-defense. (And boy did Jax not see it coming lol.)

-Gangle teaches Pomni a few art techniques sometimes to draw like her

-Pomni nicknames the three masks she had made Gangle 'Cherry' (Red One), Emerald (Green One), and 'Sapphire' (Blue One)

-These three mask's Pomni made Gangle also tended to give Gangle very...Unique different personalities.

-Gangle is very good at art and drawing

Kinger

Gender: Male

Age: 51

Personality: Kinger's personality is quite almost the same as in the original Pilot episode, crazy, anxious, and constantly cautious; Though, despite this, he TRUELY cares for the other members of the Amazing Digital Circus, and tries his best to help.

Appearance/Looks: Kinger's appearance is not that different from the Pilot episode, always wearing his purple/white and black-spotted robe on, though he has grown a faint white beard over all the time with Pomni around.

-Kinger had made Pomni his daughter in the early timeline of the AU

-Kinger gets EXTREMELY over-protective of Pomni when she's around other people he doesn't know

-He's the oldest and wisest of the gang, knowing much more about the Amazing Digital Circus then the others think he does

Zooble

Gender: Female

Age: 23-25 years old

Personality: Zooble's main personality in this AU is...pretty much canon to the original Pilot episode, so not much is really different about her. She still acts the same as in the original Pilot, but she sometimes acts much calmer and less grumpy now.

Appearance/Looks: Over the years of Pomni being cooped up in the Circus, Zooble was able to find unique and strange toy parts lying throughout the deepest parts of the Amazing Digital Circus, being able to recreate her own body into a much more humanoid like form. She also has four pairs of arms now, one being on her shoulders, and the others on her back.

-Zooble and Pomni had become good friends over the years, both having different, yet slightly similar reasons hating the Amazing Digital Circus

-Zooble would sometimes protect Pomni from Jax doing his pranks many times in the early timeline of Universe

Fun Fact: Caine and the rest of the gang find a secret cure to cure all the Abstracted characters of the Circus deep in the forgotten parts of it, and turn all of them back to normal. He even brings some of the un-abstracted characters back into the show!

Kaufmo the Clown

Gender: Male

Personality: Originally Abstracted after SO many years of finding an Exit, Kaufmo the Clown was later un-abstracted and returned to normal by Caine after finding the cure. Upon meeting Pomni, the clown and jester became like best friends, bonding with one another,telling each other horrible puns and jokes.

Appearance: Kaufmo's appearance is very flashy and colorful-like, always wearing a big, over-sized baggy clown outfit on all the time. He also has small little, spirial-shaped markings on both his cheeks on his face.

-Kaufmo is somewhat mute and deaf, so he speaks through ASL and sign language.

-He makes squeaky loud, clown honking noises when he laughs

Likes: Telling Jokes, Making People Laugh, Hanging out with Pomni, Classic Music

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