(I'm 20+) Turned my shitposting account into a place where I post my shit art. Date Everything/ Touchstarved/ Obscura. Some self inserts here, some normal fanart there. (Background made by ghostneon-arts !!)
Wanted to share my character I'm playing in my Crooked Moon campaign: Hysteria- The Hexblood wicker weaver druid.
She discovers the party whilst on the search for her beloved Toulouse, an aligotarian musician whose traveling musical troupe have gone mad with delusions of a crooked man. Will she uncover what happened to him or save herself from the same fate of going mad? Only time will tell.
I hope no one minds when I eventually go crazy and start posting about my Crooked Moon dnd character because it's not a matter of if it's a matter of when.
🩸I’m Veryyyyyy excited to announce that I’ve worked on a new version of the Lost Boys plushes..! They’re available for PRE-order now— for $17 each and $60 for all four of them (before shipping) ^^!
🩸They’re ~10 centimeters each (compared to the previous ~20cm); which makes them more compact and good for nuigurumi clothing, itabags, and general oshikatsu-type photo-ops/escapades ^^ Also, they have little loops on their heads so you can turn them into keychains hehe
🩸This was made possible through opening a store with Starrtoy ^^! Rather than myself, they will be in charge of the order fulfillment/shipping. Therefore, please refer to their website or contact them for any concerns, as it will be out of my hands..!
🦇💨 Pre-Orders are going to be from today, April 23rd until July 31st!!! 😋 Again: 4/23/26 - 7/31/26 is the Pre-order period ^^!
As mentioned, these are PRE-orders, so these will take some time to finally ship, as the production time takes around 2 months, and that will start after the pre-order period ends on July 31. So please note that you won’t be receiving them immediately and that it will take some time for them to be manufactured and shipped out.
presale period: April 23 - July 31 price: $17 USD per doll ; $60 USD for all four dolls creator's ig:@otonokis [Notes]：There will be 2 month
⊹₊✎ ⋆A/N 1): Huge Credit to @circuscarnage for their Entry that inspired this Imagine + gave their own input in!!! (also sry it took awhile to finish)
❥What to know ⤵︎
pairing! ❥ current!meta!Emre x ow!Agent!Reader
Wordcount: 1.674
Tags! ❥ featuring: Sojourn, Brigitte + Wuyang!!, Angst but also not the way u think, potentially doomed Love between you and Emre!! or maybe not!!
WARNING -> Graphic Depiction of Violence, hemoptysis(coughing blood), heavily sustained Injuries, Reader is badly hurt
You and Emre?
After having been impromptu assigned Together for a disaster that was one particular Mission, had become a known duo within Overwatch eversince.
Besides his good looks, welcoming personality and his Mohawk having become your easiest Target to tease, what had actually sealed the Deal for you, as bit of a cliché it may sound, was just how made for eachother you two were.
There was no Eye of any Storm that wasnt concourable when you two would pair up. No Casulty unsalvagable when having had eachothers Backs.
Yeah, you guys had something special.
Infact, that Chemistry of yours had been praised as the honored example of how Teamwork should look within the Overwatch Divisions.
Oh, how you loved using that Praise. Every single time and without fail, when going up against any silly banter there was between your Friends. Never taking it personally when they had denied your clear and obvious Victory over what ever the Groups banter had been about.
When the rare occasion did arrise, of you two having been assigned seperatly, always got the other one little souvenirs from your Missions. It was always disscussed how neither of you needed to bring the other something, yet always laughed together from never listening to eachother...
...Honestly, there seem to be just too many Memories you two have made in your Time together on Overwatch, time together as a Duo. An Item.
Those Late Night On-Calls Together. Their Conversation and Air as comfortable they may have been, carried this certain Tension left unspoken between you two. To shy to mention it.
You cant help feeling "...lightheaded", when you recall that time Emre would drive you around Gibraltar on his Motorcycle. Especially how he would rev the Motor while speeding up on purpose? Asshole.
A 2-in-1 Deal on showing you off towards anyone you two had left in the dust while making your "!!Heart rac..."e. Oh, and how he loved doing that to you. Maybe, really just theorizing here, Emre often got into trouble on your Accorde just on wanting to m "ake up!! pl-" for it later.
Oh God, but thats not exactly something you want to think of right now. Youre currently On-Duty and all, better focus up!
But.. Emre, huh? You cant help feeling bittersweet over him. As he was the best Partner you had ever been teamed-up with, there is just this slight bitter taste in your Mouth over things not having developed as you wouldve liked, past that.
Past all the Formalities, the coy Smiles, dodging your Coworkers teasing over you two while having jokingly brushed it off.
" ... F.. Wak. p... !! "
...But that was years ago-
"-AKE U-"
--You cant breathe. Youre strangely unable to move.
Bit of a tough luck you seem to be having. As your frantic Attempts on trying to gasp for Air get blocked by you coughing up Blood, the added Reason to your frenzy; The harsh, bright Light up to your Eyes and the deafening Rumble you cant seem to make out.
It hurts to breathe, to move. You struggle. What have you been training for all these Years, if not for this Moment alone?
You better sober up Agent and do it fast.
What you know of so far, is your current supine Position, deducting from how your Bodys own Reflex made your Head far extend to the Side. Whatever is blocking your Airways, giving it a better chance on it escaping from there and your Chance of survival. If you even have a shot, that is.
You seem to be capable on moving your Arms, so you do. However which leaves you to no avail as they cant seem to stretch as far as you wouldve hoped. Though, the numbness of your Hands doesnt hinder you on discovering something solid hovering right above. Despite your Struggle, unable on pushing it away.
"Stay with me, Dammitjust- Stay. With. Me"
A Voice. Its Origin coming from anywhere but your own Head, surrounds you. Paying attention to it seemed like a smart move, if only the Pain wasnt debilitating you to the point of your Mind fading blank.
Wait. Pain?
Pain, where? coming from where? Your Throat? Is that why you cant breath?
Harsh attempts between breathing and trying to gurgle out whatever seemed to block your Airways, the Reason as to why you've been streching your Neck as far to your side as you could all this time, that you only recognised the taste. The metalic Taste of Blood, as youre fighting so hard against it to not continue seeping down your Throat. Wherever the Hell it came from.
Noting the Boulder above you, something must have fallen on top of you. Something large. Anything resembling of heavy Structures flashing before your Mind. Hitting and pushing didn't do shit for you as it continued to stay right there. Seemingly taunting you how you didnt have the strenght to conquer it.
Should you continue hitting the Boulder? God, you can't think straight.. weren't you supposed to cover your Head in-case of an Earthquake? Despite your desperate, weak hits from your left hand curled up into the idea of a Fist, maybe its a good thing that whatever is there, seemed to be atleast strong enough as to hold itself where it had fallen before you.
One thing is certain: You need help. Clearly. You need to find help, Anyone. Anything, any Human or Omnic at the Base.
Going additionally against and over everything you had been taught on First-Aid-Safety on the Field. You jerk your Body in an attempt of lying on your Side with the Goal on Positioning yourself prone. Atleast, that way you imagine on regulating your Breathing better by spitting the Blood from your Oropharynx.
"DONT MOVE-" -The sudden White flashing before your Eyes, making them snap open. The Shock from taking in the unexpected Scenary wasnt why you froze, however.
Horrifying Waves from your Knee, didnt seem likely to be causing your Oxygen Struggle. Its your Chest. Chest. Chest. Armour. Ribbcage.. Lung! Its your Lung. A part of your broken Ribbs punctured your Lung! Thats why you have a hard time breathing! explains the Blood too.
Your Victory on deducing the Cause of your Pain, instead with satisfaction, unfortunatly still leaves you on quickly needing to mend your Viability on not turning Fatal.
Pressing your left Hand against the right Side of your Chest, Reflexes of your Military training gracing you; does Nothing. Yet you still hold on, pressing and whatever could help in-theorie stabilize your current State, for your life really is depending on it.
Your Life. Apart of its gloriouse Days and golden age, you really did dream of spending it with him. You see it, you finally after so long, you see him again. Maybe having expected more of a welcoming smile, rather getting yelled out.
"FUCKING- stop moving alr-!!"
He's aged a bit. New look? Oh, he's always been the one to try out something new. "Look!! your tea- there is- I can hear people out there, okay? Im getting you out! So just--". The grey Streaks look quite sexy on him, admitting to yourself in-thought.
Your "Boulder" infront of you, all this time. Emre. Your Emre. In your mind, grinning to yourself over certain memories flodding back to you over having him above you again. Though now is really "-not your fucking Time! You hear me?!" over these inapropriate thematics.
You try to say his Name. With any Attempt thats still left within your Body and not having joined the rest of it on the dusted, Concrete Remains you two lay, ever the Romantics, on and under. Was it that fuzzy feeling in your Chest that has knocked all the Wind out off you that you cant say his Name? Why cant you hear yourself?
Comfort on having seen him, you slowley fade to sleep. Planning on conversing with him when you feel more energized.
He watched in Horror as you continued oozing the Blood from your Mouth. You weren't even looking at him anymore from the disgusting Way your Eyes had rolled back. You had stopped fighting from, by the looks of it, your open Mouth pooling the Blood inside of it. There were no sounds, gurgling, heaving. You stopped fighting and he can't do anything besides starring at you dumbfoundedly.
What was for you, remembering a silly Crush, was for him seeing his own beneath him. Dying.
You're Dying.
---
Sojourn yelled out, louder than the last Times. "Where leaving no one Behind! Again: Open Fire!". On command, the rest of the gathered Agents, along with Brigitte and the newest recruite Wuyang; were all firing on what seemed to be the Remains of Wintson's old Office. The last Place your Tag gave off your Location from.
By some means on having striked luck, besides their Weapons having hammered on Concrete from all their Attempts, some of the Metal's Strukture had finally, finally broken off lose. Though the Prize left your Peers their Stomache turning.
"Oh my god-", Brigs eyes were tearing up on seeing your repulsive Body, heaving, needing Air from the Shock. "Is-", before asking anything Sojourn had already cut her off. Reminding her to not loose herself. Both of them together had grabbed you with the plan on getting you to Mercy as soon as they could. Laying there, alone, in your own pool of Blood, seemingly half dried but alas, making it easier as you practically slid on the Concrete.
Wuyang couldnt do anything but stare in Shock and holding his own Breath. Less than four hours ago, you guys were talking about your favourite games. He remembers how cool he thought you were from your Battle scars and Stories you had gloated to him jokingly. Which was four, hours, ago. He was warned how gruesome things could get, front lines in an on-going Omnic Crisis. But not this Soon.
"Move, move, move!". Already a Strechter on-Scene, Brigitte had to hold herself from Vomitting as all three of them were holding on the Strechter's railing while racing towards the Ship Echo should have probably parked close-by.
To their avail, Mercy was still in Switzerland, making the flight between the Headquarters and to her approximately seven Hours.
Seven hours you dont have.
Yet Sojourn didnt dare on calling your Time. Not before having tried her fucking hardest, that is.
They wont leave you to die. Like he seemed to have done.
...
My Overwatch Masterlist :>!!
⊹₊✎ ⋆ A/N 2): Btw, yes u will live. Also, it really is true that Gibralter and Switzerland r like 7h away by flight!! little fun fact
hi :D!! two days ago i had commented on ur take on an Emre Entry you had posted.
About my Imagine -> i have build up and written the start and kinda wanted to updated/inform u, since u did inspire the Imagine after all!!
Wanted to ask if there is anything from our side, youd want me to include about him or if u would like to read a preview of what i came up with so far already? :o
PLEASE SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE DONE SO FAR This man has been on my mind for days I would love to hear your take
Why does the Emre 'What are we' voice line sound like he pulled the listener into a secluded area, pinned them against the wall blocking the only exist, teasing them and won't let them leave until he gets an answer?
okay ONE more (promise) (🤞) because I wanted to do full-bodies. :U ...and also I realized that Skully actually needed the coat arms wrapping around him. it was an extremely necessary correction.
