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-It’s a lucky charm! The earrings were swapped in this scene. By the end of the exchange, they are carrying a part of each other. One into death. The other to eternity . “In mere seconds, this powerful exchange is finished. He felt as though Carnelian had taken away a portion of his burden or the poison from his soul. In exchange, this young man had left a portion of his own soul within him. He could only look back upon this moment with pure awe and gratitude: As long as one could love another from the heart, even if they were to be swept into an ominous machine - or even when they end up becoming part of it - life would still hold meaning. Such strength, possessed by an ordinary soldier like Carnelian required no divinity machine to achieve nor ever succumbed to Hell’s corruption. ” Excerpts from The Doorway to Heaven original frames are from Devilman crybaby. Those ear-piercings referred to this post . It was made as a pair from purified argentum, said to be capable of warding off evil. They decided to each wear one. Its modest design is the appeal, because why get him an accessory he won’t wear? Flowers that are presented and their flower language: Meadow Saffron - “My best days are past.” Bluebell - Delicate but everlasting devotion. Marigold - Honoring the dead. Grief. The sorrow and disappointment of parting. Saintpaulia/African Violet - Humility. “Please show me gentle affection and care.” Purple Hyacinth - Sorrow. Regret. Ask for forgiveness. Spoilers for my fic: Carnelian ended up becoming mad as he attempted to scratch his eyes blind in his delirium. So he wouldn’t have to witness the result of betrayal from all sides that left them all for dead and the inevitable fall of his home world. The bloodied trails on his face, as shown here, are scratch marks. A/N: Good thing about oc x canon is that you can give the canon character unique designs, headcanons and stories that only make sense in your universe where your oc happened to also exist. Even better is how the canon character gets to experience a series of new things you gave him, so reactively or proactively he must be changed, both his appearances and mentality, still according to how the character should do in canon. So now you get a version of the canon character who is always closer to you, who answers all your character analysis questions that starts with “What would it take for The Character™️ to do…” Who only belongs to your world-building. It’s just very personal and endearing.
had a rad session the other week where our dm as the single surviving goblin of the clan they previously had to run from told the surviving party about my half orc paladin coming back from the dead and going on a wild murder spree as if posessed by gruumsh himself, his eyes and wounds glowing while he slaughtered all of them then burned their ruin and corpses in a big pile out front (in that fight when vas died he had heard gruumsh’s voice offering to bring him back but he refused, turns out he took him anyway✌🏻 no escaping this destiny he’s been fighting against all his life)
“…now don’t close your eyes and don’t try to hide…” Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts … Don’t lose your head over the next Monster High Skullector — the Hatbox Ghost, one of the happy haunts of Disneys’ The Haunted Mansion. Wearing a traveling cloak and carrying the iconic hatbox, she’s ready to follow you home! Mysterious traveling cloak lined with the iconic wallpaper pattern, pinned with a brooch in Madame Leotas’ likeness and boots with the classic grotesque. Head is removable; display her both before and after her unfortunate demise. Premium packaging is display-ready… though with no windows or doors. Doll will never exist unless I suddenly am given way too much power. Kofi in bio! Tip an artist if you’re so inclined
[Error Entry]- Mirrors TW: Temporary Character Death, Decapitation, and tags pending. The creatures screaming stirs nothing in his being. The creatures sinking into the black mud stirs nothing in his being. The creatures attempts to escape their doomed fate stirs nothing in his being. As the tip of their fingers sink into nothingness, he turns around to continue walking to his destination. No, wait… He stops and crosses his arms to ponder, “Where am I going again?” There was something important he had to do, but what was it? It certainly wasn’t him who felt compelled to walk such a dangerous road. The other question now is, who was it? “Let’s meet up over there once it’s safe, ■■■■■■! ” An unknown face points to the tower. “Over there, you say.” He repeats, eyes fixed at the horizon. Standing atop of the cliffs, he remembers he stood here not too long ago with someone. He does not remember their face or name for they are a stranger he met recently. Yet, their voice still lingers like a gentle wind breeze. They watched the world below them- The mortals who lived a peaceful life by the ruins. He does not remember their faces or names either. How can he memorize them when he struggles to even recall his name and origin? He only remembers how they lived in this peaceful town. Their wariness to him, an outsider, but also their kindness as well. The beauty of the people dancing under the sun and the moon. The gentle hand guiding him up the tower to watch the sunrise even though it stirs nothing in his cold heart. Now, his memories of them is now being overlapped by their death. When the world was bathed in golden light, the clouds of destruction rain upon them. Crystals sprout up from the ground and spread like a disease- corrupting everything it touches. It twisted the trees, the animals, and the people into monsters. The mortals have found their lives cut short by the monsters blades. Those who have run to safety are only living on borrowed time. The tower “over there” as they put is no longer standing. It has crumbled during the first wave of destruction. Even if he did search for them, he won’t recognize them. Ah, the black rain returns to open the gates of the River Styx… The branches rustle before they leap out of the shadows. The blood on their blade-limbs cannot hide the stench of the dying stars. He doesn’t react when their blade slices through his neck- cutting his head cleanly from his shoulders. The body sinks to their knees and falls to the side, limp and unmoving. The head lands not too far from it, face blank like always. Distorted sounds the creatures let out, victorious of another life slain in the name of their lord. Soon, this planet will end in destruction and be wiped off from the interstellar map. Another conquest gained in THEIR path of destruction. Their cries so loud, drunk on the taste of victory, they overlook the man they had just slain. In the pool of their own blood, red as any other human, the “corpse” fingers twitch. A similar scene plays out hours ago. The creatures cries turns into shrieks of surprise and terror. The creatures sinks into the black mud underneath their feet. The creatures attempts to escape their doomed fate is useless. As they struggled, the “corpses” rises and grabs his head by the hair. “Such a clean cut- I felt no more than a tingle. It’s truly a shame though…” Standing up straight, he struggles to position his head on his neck. The “curse” is already in motion forcing flesh and tissue to mend together. His bones grinds trying to reconnect the pieces together before it snaps back in place with a CRUNCH . “…Unfortunately, the Fates has yet to cut my strings and release me from this prison.” He finishes, cracking his neck to get rid of the crinks and walks to one of the creatures- Ah, voidrangers . Stopping in front of one who has yet to fallen under, the normally blank expression on his face is gone. The corner of his lips curve up to a smile, his pale gold eyes looks down at them as if they were no different than ants. He lifts a bloodstained hand up to grasp a knife out of thin air. “As thanks for helping me remember something important, I’ll give you a parting gift.” He twirls the knife in his hands before swinging it down. The force cracks through the voidranger helmet. They screech as the blade sinks between their eyes and drives deeper to the hilt. Black fluid explodes from the wound, staining his already dirtied face and hair. The voidranger life disappearing in seconds when they heard him speak. “I’ll forget it soon enough, but my name is - Devlin .” Then, Devlin pulls the knife out swiftly and the body goes limp. Whatever remained of it has been swallowed by the black mud, taking their bodies and souls to the afterlife. “Hahhh…What else was I suppose to remember?” Devlin muses, cleaning his knife and putting it away. He remembers his name. He remembers in bits and pieces of his time spent on this planet. He remembers a few familiar faces. But what else did he remember? Something about a reason why he came to this planet in the first place. As Devlin contemplated his next move, he sees a streak of light across the fire-lit skies. A smoking ship descends onto this doomed land before it crashes several hundred miles away. An unknown variable has arrived, there’s no doubt the crash has drawn attention of voidrangers and the humans alike. He should turn away and leave this planet now before it explodes. Yet, Devlin finds something stirring in his cold heart. His broken soul and body seeks to the location of the ship. Fascinating, this is the first he felt something like this. Against what is a logical move, Devlin changes route and heads to the site of the crash. The more he closes the distrance, the faster he finds his feet moving. His idle pace of walking shifts to a run, and in less time than predicated, Devlin reaches his destination. A giant spaceship made to travel even the most arduous of space journey is intact and smoking. As expected, voidrangers have already surrounded the ship and attacking whoever was piloting it. The sound of gunshots rings heavy in the air. “God shits their breakfast on me- Where the fuck did that monster toss me at?! This is a war zone here-!” The unruly young man has yet to notice him, but Devlin was observing him. Catching sight of dark violet hair and golden eyes burning with life, something shifts in him. An old memory stirs in his fragmented soul. A lowly guard who forsake his duties to undergo a journey to rescue his love in the land of the dead. Human like anyone else, but his soul burns so bright before he- “Ha…haha…Hahaha!” Devlin laughs for the first time in years. His throat already hurting from the exertion, but he doesn’t care now with elation blooming on his hollowed chest. He was a fragmented soul who wandered the universe, always forgetting and always remembering. Now he knows he longed to be complete- no longer broken and in pieces. When their eyes meet, Devlin grins while the other eyes widened in shock. Truly this one must be the other half to finally be whole. “Who the hell are you…?!” The young man ducks his head to avoid a blade coming for his head. Devlin doesn’t answer him and steps forward before he leaps. A once in a lifetime chance presented to him on a silver platter! He will not squander this before the “curse” of forgetting consumes him.
#jade writes (drabbles)#space traveler Rookie (HSR AU)#the amnesiac fragment (devlin)#tw: temporary character death#tw: decapitation#||Spoilers: Devlin did not win today and he forgot about Rook after this.#||Which is good until Devlin seeks rook again and it's a repeat#||Rook reaction? he sees a mirror and wants to throw up because it feels so uncanny
I Want to Die Like a Citrus Tree (But That’s Not a Milkweed’s Fate) of every kpdh fic i’m not normal about, this is probably the one i’m the MOST not normal about. @toastywarmhappyhats has done irreparable damage to my psyche in the best way. anyway here’s my first milkweed fanart under the cut! tws for: decapitation, body horror, death, and the tiniest smattering of blood ‘Nobody could hate you more than you do. But you know what I think would do it? Why don’t you take Celine out into the woods, into the tree-line, to that little tiny clearing with all those pretty little wildflowers, and why don’t you show her what you buried there undern—’
An older/Part 6!Medea explains how DIO manage to keep other mafia bosses from rising against him, as well as killing a hater, loosely inspired by Kill Bill TW: Queerphobia, and Vanilla Ice killing the bigot Dining Hall - DIO’s Mansion 1987 Part 6!Medea: It was 1 year before my arrival to Cairo….Enyaba backed her undead confidante financially and philosophically in his Shakespearean-in-magnitude power struggle with the other Mafia clans over who would rule vice in the city of Cairo. When the last sword was sheathed….it was DIO and his powerful posse, the Agents of DIO, that proved the victor. All bosses(except one): *Cheering for him* Part 6!Medea: The old woman to DIO’s right who’s dressed liked like she’s a witch in a Grimm Brothers fairytale is DIO’s partner, second-in-command, and provider of the Stand Arrows. The old Egyptian Enyaba Geil, the reason why so many people today have Stands….The young man with the stupid haircut is DIO’s personal butler and lie detector, 19 year old Telence T. D'Arby, the younger brother of a notorious gambler. Don’t let his looks fool you, what he lacks in appearance and age, he makes up for in madness. ~FLASHBACK~ T. D'Arby: *In the process of stealing the soul of another gamer in his mancave* Victim: *Getting sucked out of his body* No! Please! Don’t take my soooooul!!! *Gets turned into a doll* T. D'Arby: *Holds the new doll* There we go, nice in comfy in your new vessel. *Fondling it* I must say you’re quite a formidable player, I haven’t had this much fun in ages. *Starts creepily cuddling it* And I’m sure we can have more fun playing dress up or having tea. <3 Victim: Please! End this! Let me go! T. D'Arby: *Hugs him tightly* Now, now, I won fair and square, there’s no need to be a sore loser. Victim: NOOOOOOOOO- ~FLASHBACK ENDS~ Part 6!Medea: See what I mean? The big guy with the long hair and thick thighs is Vanilla Ice, DIO’s most insanely loyal servant and personal bodyguard, his job is to make sure NO ONE ever disrespects his master….And just in case you were wondering: “How could an Androgyne, Bisexual, British Vampire become a crime boss in a country that views Queer labels as debauchery?” Part 6!Medea: I’ll tell you….The subject of DIO’s orientation and gender identity came up before the council only once….The night DIO assumed power over Cairo’s criminal underworld….The man who seems bound and determined to break the mood is Boss Arazni of the Mafia’s Alexandria faction….and what Boss Arazni thinks is…. Boss Arazni: *Slams his his fist on the table in anger, breaking his wine glass* TACH!… All: ………………… Mafia Boss 1: *Annoyed* Boss Arazni! What is the meaning of this outburst? This is a time for celebration! Boss Arazni: *Calm* And exactly what….are we celebrating?….The perverted filth committed by our illustrious council? Mafia Boss 2: ….Arazni, have you gone mad? I will not tolerate this! You’re disrespecting our brother! Apologize to him! DIO: *Calmly caps his hands a few times* ….Boss Arazni, exactly what kind of filth do you speak of? Boss Arazni: ………My father started this council…. *To Mafia Boss 1* along with yours, *To Mafia Boss 3* and with yours…. *Upset* And while you laugh like stupid donkeys, they weep in the afterlife! Mafia Boss 2: Silence you! *Breaks out a fan to fan himself with* Boss Arazni: *Calm again* ….over the perversion sitting in front of us today. Mafia Boss 1: *Offended* This is insanity, Arazni, you’re the one who’s insulting this council! *Throws a towel at him* You bastard! Boss Arazni: *Throws it back, angry* Go to hell! DIO: *Calm, but irritated* Gentlemen…..It seems that our friend Arazni has something on his mind….it be wrong to keep it bottled up….Please, by all means, allow him to express it. Boss Arazni: The perversion committed by this council I speak of….which I love….even more than my own children…. *Angry* IS ALLOWING CAIRO TO BE RULED BY A DISGUSTING, BLOODSUCKING, S***MITE!!! DIO: *Immediately snaps his fingers* Vanilla Ice: *Starts quickly stomping on top of the table towards where Arazni is and, after summoning [Cream], sliced his head clean off in one chop with his right hand* All bosses: *Shocked* OoO Mafia boss 2: *Gasps in horror when Arazni’s head landed in front of him* Huuuuuuuuh!! Mafia boss 1: *Absolutely terrified as he screamed* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Vanilla Ice: *Silently pays no mind to the screaming men as he watches Arazni’s headless body spew out blood all over the place* T. D'Arby and Enyaba: *Smirks evilly at the display he caused* >:-) Vanilla Ice: …. *Turns to the men* Just so that you understand how serious Lord DIO is….I’ll explain it to you on his behalf in English. *Flicks blood off his arm* Mafia Boss 3: *Gets blood on his face* Ah! OoO Vanilla Ice: *Stands up straight at the table* ….As the newest crime lord…. Enyaba: *Translating to Egyptian* Vanilla Ice: He encourages you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question his logic….If you’re unconvinced a particular plan of action he decides is the wisest, tell me so. But allow him to convince you and he’ll promise you, right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo….Except, however, the subject that was just under discussion….The price you pay for disrespecting Lord DIO in any way, including his orientation, is….he’ll collect your fucking head. *Holds up Arazni’s head* Just like this fucker here….Now, if any of you sons of bitches…. *Angry* GOT ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY, NOW’S THE FUCKING TIME!!!…. *Calms down* I didn’t think so. *Drops his head* DIO: *Calm* Thank you, Ice, you’re dismissed. Vanilla Ice: *Bows to DIO* Yes, sir. *He steps down* DIO: Don’t forget the “leftovers” to. Vanilla Ice: *Drags Arazni’s body away as he walks back to his spot, covered in blood* …. DIO: *Watches Vanilla Ice walking by* …. *To the men* Now then…. *Motions T. D'Arby* T. D'Arby: *Holds the wine bottle* DIO: *Smiles innocently* Who wants some cardone? ^_^ <3 All bosses: *immediately takes out their wine glasses in fear* O_Q END
*… Carbine folds his arms, and gives a smug look* do it. See what happens. — @master-dealmaker
*Husam tilts his head just slightly, a little confused. Then he swings lightning fast and decapitates Carbine.* *He scowls as Carbine’s body falls to the floor, and wipes the blood off his khopesh using his waistcloth.* Shame, you seemed like ya could’ve been fun.
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