21|INTJ|she/her|Birthday-25th April|🏴🇬🇷| Fanfic side blog:https://www.tumblr.com/sl33pywrit3r?source=share Fandoms; The walking dead/The walking dead game/Sonic/Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir/BTVS/Resident Evil/Silent Hill/Arcane/Slay The Princess/Alice Madness Returns/L.I.S/Until Dawn/ Assassins Creed/Marvel/DC. I don't care what anyone ships as long as they are respectful and understand everyone is different and its not right to force your preferences onto others.
Lately I’ve been getting a lot of DMs from art blogs offering commissions. I know times are tough right now, and everyone's struggling financially so I understand people trying to make a living from their art, I know it’s not easy but please don’t message me trying to force me to commission you. I don’t have money for others art right now and I've always just made my own.
If you’re an artist, I wish you the best of luck finding clients who are looking for your work, but this account isn’t one of them.
I'm not sure if they're all scams cause they have followers and interactions on their accounts and the names aren't random but I want to be polite if these are real people who may look through a blog before messaging.
I am spamming today! Watch out for mrspock-connoisseur. They're doing the discord scam. I tried reporting it but my tumblr keeps saying 'oops there was an error.'
This would be funny but I dont think the part of him being innocent would piss him off.
I thought it was widely believed he cared about his public image/ appearance. His form in hell looking how he does was another punishment. In life he's shown to be hygienic, white teeth and nice hair and good fitting clothes. In hell his clothes are damaged and his teeth are really yellow, compared to Rosie, Mimzy or Nifty and his 'fuckass' bob. On top of the deer features because despite his attempts to be a preditor he was mistaken for a prey animal in the end.
I think the part that would piss him off would be getting lumped in with his victims as another victim. He probably saw himself as above them, holding more strength or power for torturing/killing them. I think not getting caught would be an ego boost but being remembered as one of them, a helpless victim would be where he's mad. A bit of a ramble. Hope it makes sense!
I've got 2 chapters for 2 ideas. I have what I have written so far for both first chapter, but I can't decide. Poll at the end.
Isekieled.
The sun was well into the sky when Sonic lurched forward, his eyes making contact with himself in the mirror before him.
"Woah! What the-?!" He choaked, gloved hands flailing to catch himself immediately at the off balance his action had caused.
He managed to prevent the fall, the chair he sat on wobbling back onto all legs firmly, the furniture in front of him wobbled briefly as emerald eyes shot to the glass jar of...was that face paint? His hand shot out to steady the jar, failing to notice the paint brush that rolled and clattered softly on the stone floor. The hedgehog had frozen, his left hand still gripping the wood of the furniture and his right firmly planted on the tin lid of the jar as he looked to the mirror again, finally registering his appearance.
The hero usually known for his distaste of clothes was in a full clown outfit. Court jester. He corrected, noting the familiar get up from his brief time in the court of Camelot. His brow furrowed at the outfit, the thin materials colour palette was made up of reds, blues and purples, all bright and eye catching with gold stars splattered around.
And the hat.
He was no fashionista, Rouge and Amy had gasped at his fashion choices enough times for him to know that wasn't his strong point, but even he could tell it was silly. It separated to hug each of his quills comfortably, a small star shaped bell hung from the end of each point, ringing softly with each movement of his head. He frowned; he was like a collared cat with those. One thing different from the jester in Camelot however was that guy didn't possess a crown hem at the front of his hat, at least in Sonics' memory. However, his did. The three points of the crown resting perfectly centred between his ears.
Just as he noted the purple diamond, partially fresh against his cheek fur the door opened roughly, a familiar green hawk standing there.
"Fool, you're late!" Jets' shrill voice squawked as he entered, marching to the hedgehog.
"Wow! Late for what? Where am I?" Sonic questioned, jumping from the seat as he held his hands out, the bells jingling loudly at the sudden movement. Sonic cringed hands moving to raise in surrender.
"Look, Jet, this is a misunderstanding." He tried to explain, quietly noting the difference even in his gloves.
"I have no time for your useless drivel, clown." The hawk huffs, grabbing Sonics' arm roughly beginning to drag the hedgehog out of the....bedroom, he assumed by the two beds his eyes caught before nearly tripping over his...
Sonics head whipped around, the bells on his head jingling harshly to his ears, a horrid echo that could've been funny under differing circumstances. If they weren't attached to him and he wasn't in the 1400s again. The hedgehog scowled, eyeing the back of Jets head.
Could he run right now? Sure.
But he wasn't being framed as a villain in this story yet. He hadn't been so lucky as to fall at the feet of his summoner this time around. His head thumped heavily with a migraine. Another problem for him. How had he gotten here? He couldn't even remember what he'd been doing before waking at that vanity table.
What if someone of this court had summoned him? What if whoever had was in trouble? But last time, the summoner was a problem on their own. As much as he hated to admit it. He had to be careful.
The air felt cold, despite the sunlight falling through the holes in the walls stones. Sonics lips parted, ready to start another round of questions another body rounded the corner. Jet seemed to know the other bird, his angered squawks quick to fill the space as he let go of the jesters arm in favour of flying his arms in the air with his rants.
Sonic eyed the pair monetarily before turning tail and walking away. The hedgehog almost finding amusement at the ease of such an action, highlighted further by the soft jingles of his outfit. Once around the corner the hedgehog was off, his steps slippery in the strange footwear but fast none the less, his vague sense of speedy freedom short lived before he ran into another body.
Medival AU.
Collin couldn't believe his luck.
Why his uncle had decided taxes needed to be collected so early was beyond him. It was barbaric none the less. His orders had been fulfilled easily, of course. The success allowing a little self-satisfied smile to grace Collins lips. He was well into the dreary shadows of the wood that separated that god awful village from the Barron's Estate. The spring mornings sun rays peaked weakly through the oaks leaves, not as bright as he'd anticipated that dawn. Even so, the little rays offered a calm landscape to the already exhausted horseman's mind.
Collins grip on the horses reins tightened, feeling the carriage's pace stutter a moment with the tug before continuing to roll down the beaten dirt path. It would be just his luck for it to rain about now. The trees offered some shelter in such an event but they also failed to give him a good view of the sky to confirm such a likely hood. Just at the thought a breeze blew through, offering an icy caress to Colins cheeks as it past him. He watched the gale dance through the knotted branches ahead pulling certain leaves in it's wake and causing a shiver to shock up his spine. Colin huffed, hitting the reins to go faster as he grumbled. 'Jinxed it.'
If only the foliage weren't so thick in this area. Snively might've caught the spring suns warmth. It may have even sparked his mind to wake fully.
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"No matter." Sonic thought, lips threatening to curve at the balding mans ignorance. This just made their life easier. He lifted his head, catching sight of his comrade across the path, crouched in a tree awaiting the signal. The action was swift. A downward swipe of Sonics' arm and both boys had leapt down in sync.
Their landing could've been stealthier, leather boots making a loud thunk on impact with the carts wooden roof. Sonic cringed, feeling his hood fall. Collin's head swerved, eyes wide and locked with the hedgehogs own, his mouth opening into a sneer.
Manic's fist met Collins nose stopping any words passing his lips.
Collin howled, his hands releasing the reins and flying for his face, clasping at his nose protectively. Blood still escaped the shield, giving the duo an idea of the damage.
Sonic took the opening, sweeping into the seat beside the man and eagerly grabbing for the reins, now abandoned in Snively's lap. The ride now bumpy with the chaos spooking the horses. The animals at a gallop that made staying steady difficult.
The sudden speed had Manic falling backwards with a surprised yelp, his head bashing against the wood harshly. His arms shot out, one grabbing the frame of the vehicle just as the wagon slid.
Collin wasn't so lucky, tumbling from the seat and out of Sonics sight with a startled scream, the howl cutting soon after, no doubt once he hit the dirt. But he was the least of the Rouges concerns.
Sonic held the harness tightly. "Manic! You okay back there?!" He asked, voice high. He turned himself, attempting to catch a glimpse while keeping the horses under some semblance of control.
"Never...better." His comrade murmured, hoisting a leg back over roofs edging. Manics skull throbbed, a leftover gift from the flash of pain his knock had left. He pulled himself forward across the roof to lazily kick his legs out and onto the bench beside his brother with a swivel that left him feeling queasier.
"Nice work, bro." Sonic offered once the green hedgehog seemed settled, offering the younger a thumbs up. Manic returned the gesture, bumping his arm into his brothers.
"Another mission well done for the musketeers!" Manic cheered. His voice a pitch higher than he was known for. Sonic whooped along, glancing at Manic briefly. He was known to play it cool, which Sonic had no problem with, so long as he was actually alright. The green hedgehog clung to the arm rest tightly, supporting his head with one hand.
"Think that names taken." Sonic pointed out.
"Details, shmee-tails." Manic scoffed, waving his hand. He turned his head, looking behind them for any sign of the Robuttnik member left behind. The forest appeared clear of any other life, the horses racket no doubt scaring away wildlife with them now off the beaten track and heading for Knothole. Manic turned back to Sonic. "You think there's enough distance between us?" He asked.
"Should be." Sonic assured, wiping his nose with a sure grin.
Manic rubbed his head once more. He held out his hand, motioning for the reins.
"Dude, I promise I can drive." Sonic defended immediately.
"So you don't want to check out the haul?" Manic asked cheekily. He shifted, reaching back to feel along the roof in search of the top hatches handle.
Sonic's eyes flittered with his turning head, to the top hatch of the carriage. "On second thought" He relented, all but throwing the rope into Manic's awaiting hand. He twisted, reaching for it, unbolting the latch and pulling the door open swiftly. The morning rays spilled onto the muddied sacks filled to the brim with coins within.
Manic had turned his attention to the land ahead, spotting the familiar landmarks that led them home when Sonic whistled over the golds gleam. "Impressive stash." He muttered. Sonic's brow furrowed at the information before him. This was a tax cart, that they knew. The freedom fighters had intercepted it enough times to recognise the marks of previous encounters. But so soon? They'd missed the carriage just three days ago. This had to be a mistake. The easy grin fell from his face, eyebrows furrowing with his rising anger. Lord Robuttnik didn't make mistakes. At least this wouldn't be considered a mistake to him.
The trees had grown sparse, the once balder dirt transitioning to a fuller brush of nature, warmly bathed in the now fully risen suns glow.
Whistles caught the breeze, their ears flickering to the sound. A signal to both they were close and had been seen by the resistances watchmen.
Homestead. It wasn't much, but it couldn't be much if they didn't want to draw attention. An undocumented town in the forest wouldn't be missed by the guards or any wandering traveller a fan of the barrons ways.
"You're back!"
Both hedgehogs turned to their right. Sonia had called them, already running towards the stolen cart. Manic turned the horse, gently hitting the reins for the animal to turn and trot towards their sister.
"Heya!" Sonic greeted, offering a quick wave before jumping off the still moving vehicle.
"Busy morning, boys?" Sonia asked, accepting the high five her brother offered.
"You have no idea," Manic answered, the others falling into step with the horse. "We saw Snively along the path with the tax cart." He explained, throwing his head to gesture at the vehicle.
"Already?" Sally asked, overhearing the group as they stopped outside the storage hut.
The warehouse they used for these sorts of situations was as close to the villages as they could get. It was a rickety old cabin of one room with shelfs, big enough for a regular cart to be hidden within. It was practical but not the prettiest sight as Sonia made sure to tell everyone.
"My thoughts exactly. He just took tax from them a week ago." Sonic muttered, looking to the squirrel.
"Barely even that long!" Manic corrected with a scoff, jumping down from the drivers seat.
Sally hummed, approaching the back end of the cart. Paused to the side, opening the door into the carriage to look inside.
"You took the tracker off, right?" She asked. Sonic paled, eyes darting to Manic immediately. He caught Manic's expression, a mirror of his own.
"YOU DIDN'T?!" Sonia exclaimed, catching their silent panic.
Manic rubbed his neck, heat climbing up to colour his face.
"Relax, I doubt Snively has even gotten back to the castle yet." Sonic tried to assure. His ears fell against his head as both women stared him down.
"Leave it to me, I'll empty the cart and get rid of it, no problem!" He continued. He knew the reassurance attempt was weak to everyone, including himself, but it was the best he could think of on the fly.
It was enough to brighten Manic.
"There, see, all's well that ends well." He added, clapping Sonic on the back. "Or something."
Sona's brows furrowed. "OR SOMETHING?!" She repeated, jabbing her brother in the chest. "Don't say that until the stupid cart is out of here!"
Sally had already begun emptying the cart, sacks of coins becoming a pile beside her. "Alright, Sonic's plan is the best we have. We should warn the others." She muttered, waving Sonic over. The others followed her lead, running towards their main hub.
Sonic sighed, approaching the carriage quickly to finish what Sally had started, he made quick work of the bags that had already been brought out, securing them on the shelves inside the hut.
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Colin peaked from the second compartment. The nosey squirrel hadn't walked around the entire wagon which had been a worry at first. He'd thought the little resistance were smarter than they were appearing to be. No matter, his uncles guards would already be enroute.
He'd heard their little quarrel and couldn't help the smile that twisted his lips. They were scattered and no matter what the blue rouge tried, Collin could hear the unease in all of them. Over such a simple mistake as well.
He peaked out again, watching the blue ones back face him as he carried more sacks inside. Collin took his change. He dived out of the carriage, rolling unceremoniously across the grass and into a bush. The foliage wasn't the largest, causing the man to need to crouch down fully. He shifted and the branches rustled with his movements.
This sort of work was beneath him! He was part of the Robotnik bloodline, meant to give orders and enjoy the bounties of lesser men's labour. Not crawl around in filth like common muck. He scoffed, shifting around to pat down his coat. Where were they?!
Collin could admit, only to himself, that he made a bit of ruckus. He just didn't realise how much noise until he was pulled forward and out of his poor hiding spot.
"Snively." Sonic muttered, seeming to tower over Colin from his current position on the grass. He spluttered, quick to shuffle backwards and stand, regaining his height on the hedgehog.
Sonic wasted no time, shifting himself to fight. "How did you-"
He fell, a blow dart protruded from the back of his neck. Sonic felt fuzzy, his limbs quickly gaining the horrible weightless affect he had after sitting too long that also meant a stabbing pin sensation was seconds away. His eyes fluttered as he collapsed, enough sense telling him he'd landed wrong. When had the trees blurred? His eyes were slow as they travelled the sky, trying to remain aware as he felt around sluggishly for the dart. His sight landed on Snivelly, sure of the the man wore even if he couldn't make out more than a splotchy mass of similar colours he knew to be him.
Colin grinned. Thank god he didn't have to listen to the mindless drivel this time. "Hurry up gentlemen." He called to the foot soldiers now poking their heads out from the brush further off. Colin clapped his hands twice as he approached the passed out hedgehog, watching his hand fall limp out the dart he hadn't had the strength to pull out of his neck before sleep claimed him.
"This way, I assume." He droned to no one in particular already retracing the guards steps. Sonic was thrown over one mans shoulder as the others ushered their superior away. Colin made note on his watches G.P.S, the little light he knew to be himself flashing strongly at their location. They were at least within resistance territory to some extent, information he planned to use while calming his uncles waiting tantrum.
In "Mermade" the childhood fantasy of becoming a mermaid is turned into a cruel and twisted reality. You play as a human who was experimented on against her will, robbed of her legs and stitched together with a fishtail. Faced with this new reality, you have to escape—whatever way you can—while surviving the dangers lurking within the facility with other failed experiments.
A demo is available on itch.io:
A horror survival game about being turned into a mermaid.
Does this person not know that there are physical PC games? Also from what I heard when you buy a game on Steam you own it when you buy it on the PlayStation Store you don’t own it.
Old story but I'm looking back at the draft and have two pieces. I can't remember if I was going to combine them, with an opening to establish reader and Alastor knew of each others existence or if I was debating different openings. So in typical indecisive fashion I'm putting it to a vote as I don't have a beta reader to annoy.
This is for the alive au Alastor x fem reader one-shot I was spit balling before season 2 came out. Poll at the end.
Option 1:
The power of that dainty bell had always fascinated her. How it captured attention from all in the tailor despite the late night rushes crowd that should've drowned out such a light thing in her opinion. Or perhaps it was because of who had walked in, who she'd known to be due in that her ears were sharp to the announcing ring. She'd been writing a pick up receipt for the gentleman in front of her when it'd sounded again, her head lifting immediately.
"Good evening, Alastor." She greeted, clutching her pen just that bit tighter. She'd had a soft spot for the raising star since he'd been a crier on the streets.
Option 2:
Her eyes flickered along the street, the silent city only adding to her racing heart.
Breathe.
What a ridiculous notion.
Breathe, you fool.
It was a dark winter night, much too late for a young lady to be out but she'd had tasks Miss Thorn wanted done tonight. Now that she was here, the jeering of that drunk still clear behind her, a telling off from the old hag wouldn't have been the end of the world.
