It’s about my OCs in a story called Deathbound (aka DB). A government created virus to make untiring soldiers horrifically backfires into the world crumbling as we know it
Among this chaos we meet
Dr. Otto “Lutz” Ludwig, a sadistic doctor with a love for immortality.
Caine Lawler, a solider who was infected but saved by Otto
Kathie “Kath” Moore, a delivery girl in the apocalypse
They all live together and have a bunch of really funny interactions
The Deathbound without the apocalypse AU makes me so sad
They meet once at a bar, Caine and Otto fall in love for a night, Kath finds people who weirdly comfort her
and they never see each other again, Caine avoids that street because he can’t lose his resolve again when he sees Otto’s face. Otto waits endlessly for the people who made him feel alive. Kath never sees either of them again because it was a night of desperation and she forgot to get their information.
They suffer alone, but in one night of drinking they become new people. It genuinely depresses me sm
Might post that fic here because it’s genuinely one of my favorite DB fics ever
“After a close encounter with a zombie, Kath sits alone. There are only two things Kath remembers from that night. The first is that Kath had never seen that much blood before, and that she would never see that much blood again. The second thing, that she will never admit, is that she didn’t know how she survived. The creature had torn her face open, and had gotten close enough to drool all over her exposed neck. The scar across her face is a cruel reminder of her encounter with fate.”
I’m against AI art, it’s just a terrible use of a program that can be used better. But my hate of AI art and AI artist is besides the point of this post.
I actually do not care whatsoever that my art could be in AI databases. Great, have fun, idk who wants my weird gore romance OCs in their AI program but the more the merrier ig. Also my anatomy sucks about 50% of the time, my artistic process is bullshitting everything, and I just draw weird and obscure shit.
Idk what AI datebase would be better with my art. I feel like my art would definitely be something they wouldn’t wanna train machines on, but they can have fun with it anyways!
because Otto has no real motivations and his traumas can’t amount to his insanity. His fandom version would probably have this deep meaning. Nope, Otto just has some screws loose and is perfectly okay with it.
Caine definitely has more trauma and deeper emotions, but Caine’s weirdness isn’t because of it, the dudes just weird.
TLDR; The cast of Deathbound is just weird (except for Kath)
A/N - Got a request in insta for this, so I decided to post this here! Fic under the divider
Working in the OR was a tedious task. Focusing on the patient, ordering nurses around, staring at the hearts of patients. Watching as blood pumped through their body. His mask could only dampen the scent of blood so much. He bit his lip, his way of controlling his raging instinct during surgery. It was only a matter of time until he could go home. He held his scalpel steady, this was his work anyways.
. . .
“Honey! I’m home!” Otto called his voice reverberating through the house. After 12-hour shifts at the hospital, Caine always thought his husband would be tired. It always surprised him when Otto was as boisterous as usual.
“How was the shift today?” Caine asked, getting up from his seat on the couch to welcome Otto with a kiss. He could taste the blood from Otto’s lips. Caine needed to talk to him about that bad habit, but that could wait.
“It was torture Caine! I wish my passion wasn't medicine. I can't stand it,” Otto whined. Leaning into the hug and resting his head on Caine’s shoulder. “You know dear, you seem awfully delicious today.” His lips kisse Caine’s neck. A shiver running down the gingers spine as Otto just leaned in closer to his jugular.
“Well, after a 12-hour shift. I’d say you deserve some relief.” Caine said he had been relaxing all day for this reason. His husband was insatiable after such long shifts, and Caine couldn't deny he loved the hunger Otto held for his blood. He tilted his neck, just enough for his vein to show more prominently under his skin.
Otto licked his lips, holding his mouth open as his fangs grazed Caine’s neck. Caine took in a sharp breath as Otto dug his teeth into his lover. The feeling of blood rushing into his mouth, the taste of iron on his tongue, and the whine Caine let out as Otto sucked.
They stood there for a while as the bleeding began to stop. Once it slowed, Otto pulled his fangs away from Caine. He kissed Caine’s neck before smiling up at his husband. Caine looked pale, and he was beginning to sway.
“Sorry Caine! Come on let’s go sit down.” Otto yelled, rushing to the couch to sit down Caine. Even after his long shift at the hospital, he had one more person to take care of.