the horror was for love

“It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.” Masterlist | AO3 | Karakuridouji Ultimo AUs | Cohost |

[cryptic-creepies]

About Me

Y’all can call me CC, I’m 30+ and my pronouns are she/her and I like to write and draw for the Takei trifecta (Ultimo, Shaman King, and Jumbor respectively. I will also write occasionally for other fandoms as well.

I occasionally write/share dark content. This is your only warning. I block liberally.

Anti’s are not welcome here.

Please do not follow me for any Rogue Trader/Warhammer 40K content! All of it is continued exclusively on @indosentia!!

[redstonedust]

i keep using 'blorbo' to refer to my own OCs to the point i forget its supposed to be a fandom term. yeah i know blorbo from my shows. and those shows? only airing inside my own brain and the dms of a few lucky friends, baby.

[muttsandmustelidae]

From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!

[muttsandmustelidae]

Because people will pay attention to cute animals, here are some of the critically endangered/endangered species housed at the Nashville Zoo!

The Amur Leopard and Clouded Leopard (which recently celebrated its 50th cub born at the zoo!)

The Sumatran Tiger

The Red Ruffed Lemur and Ring-Tailed Lemur

The Cotton-Top Tamarin and White-Cheeked Gibbon

The Colobus Monkey and De Brazza’s Monkey

And the Mexican Spider Monkey!

Look at them!!!! Look at them and fight like hell to save them!!!!

[mizho-babe]

Rank the doji on least to most likely to get stuck in the backrooms

[mizho-babe]

i put 5 minutes of thought into this

Would be fine - Milieu (immediately finds the one way out; doesn't understand why everyone else is struggling), Sophia

Would get lost but be fine - Vice, Paresse, Pardonner, Slow

Cooked - Ulti, Orgullo, Eater, Avaro, Regula, Rage, Gauge, Desir, Service, Jealous

[mizho-babe]

happy pride to all 16 doji btw

[catsdelightful-deactivated20240]

Hey artists, C. Spike Trotman, founder of Iron Circus Comics, just posted an invaluable thread on depicting different types of black hair. I’d do the thing where you screencap the whole thread and post it but it’s just too long (which is great because it’s a whole lot of useful information!) Give her a follow while you’re there.

Anyway, go check it out. I just wanted to save it and share it because I didn’t know how much I didn’t know!

[misslunarose]

This is an amazing resource, not only for artists, but for writers too! I love this!

{ID - tweet from @/Iron_Spike that reads, “Black Hair for Non-Black Artists: a Cheat Sheet Thread. Hi, folks! Just spur-of-the-moment decided to put together some reference for folks who want to draw/model black characters in their work, but arent confident they won’t make simple, obvious mistakes w/r/t black hair. END ID}

[obi-mom-kenobi]

I noticed in the comments that some people can’t see the thread, so I took screenshots for y'all!

More will come in reblogs, since tumblr has an image limit

[obi-mom-kenobi]

[jamiegeode]

@creatingblackcharacters !!!

[lokaror]

Casting lightning magic alone in the parking lot

[lokaror]

Cops are here.

[lokaror]

Casting lightning magic alone in the parking lot

[cryptic-creepies]

Something something came back wrong trope but they never really came back because they never really left but something has still irrevocably changed between you two and has you yearning for an experience that was once and yet never really was there to begin with.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Girl help I’m in a soulmate au and this stupid red string of fate is telling the fucker my exact location

[sightseertrespasser]

New Character Archetype Concept: The Sacrificial Ram.

Functions the same as the Sacrificial Lamb, except the character in question is determined to give out as many concussions as possible on the way to the altar.

[cryptic-creepies]

⚡️💙 The Night Comes Down Like Heaven 💙⚡️

[cryptic-creepies]

More Rage/Kia stuff, sort of a followup to the small ditty about Kia's confession. Your only warnings are that I am not entirely used to writing for Rage so expect some off shit and that Vice and Mizho (playfully) bully each other.

“I like Kia.”

A discordant note plays as everything comes to a grinding halt, black and blonde locks of hair whipping about as two heads snap in his direction. Mizho and Vice simply stare at him, brows ever so slightly furrowed and mouths open as if to say something. Anything they might have spoken is lost within seconds of Fusataro piping up.

“Still?”

The reaction is instant, heads whipping towards her with enough force that one could hear the joints pop in Vice’s neck. From the corner of his eye he can see Paresse nudge at his boyfriend’s shoulder, inquiring if he was okay (he was, but that’s not the hot topic of the moment.) Their expressions of mild surprise have doubled into absolute shock as their brains process it all.

Four words.

Four words did more to tell them the entire damn story than anything anyone else could have said.

It had only been a little more than a week ago they’d witnessed Kia’s drunken confession over a game of Two Truths, One Lie; the entirety of her lackadaisical way of admitting her teenage crush on the former Douji of wrath. That she’d never even bothered to say anything about it, figuring it was best to all if she just kept it to herself. She’d gotten over it eventually, of course, and just hadn’t bothered to say anything about it until then. Some people had been shocked to hear something, and none of them more so than the former Douji himself.

Since that day, Rage had been acting most unusually. Constantly finding himself separate from the group, becoming more easily frustrated with menial shit. He’d always been a bit more on the quiet side, but for the last few days he seemed lost in his thoughts. Most of them assumed it was some level of discomfort from what Kia said, and she had rightly apologized for putting the spotlight on him in such a way.

Rage had been bothered, of course, but they’d been horribly wrong about what.

His confession had been one thing, but the way that Fusataro had responded insinuated that the feelings might not have ever been one-sided…at least, not previously.

Up until this moment he’d barely looked at his band members (and bodyguard), and when azure eyes look over he isn’t entirely sure what to make of their expressions. Vice and Mizho are stunned, of course, and Fusataro can’t exactly hide the look of sympathy in her eyes, try as she might to smother it. Paresse is as expressionless as always, and whatever he’s thinking of is kept hidden.

“So, uh…” Mizho mumbled, slowly gesturing with her hands. “When you say like Kia, do you mean like, or-“

His deadpan expression immediately twists into one of annoyance, and immediately her hands go up in mock surrender. That’s all the answer she needed.

“How long have you liked her?” Vice asked, quirking his head with his question.

Rage closed his eyes, exhaling a small sigh. He knows what’s coming. “Since before we became human.”

There’s a snort from Mizho as she quickly turns away, trying to stifle whatever laugh might have tried slipping from her mouth. A look of realization crosses Vice’s face, and he’s nodding his head like he really understands the situation (only partially. It’s mostly because he couldn’t quite pinpoint what emotions Rage was feeling back when he still had Heart-Reading, and now shit makes sense.)

Immediately he can see Vice trying to come up with something to say. “You, uh, you ever told her about it?”

Rage expression twists into something stuck between confusion and irritation, hands shrugging in a general ‘what the fuck’ gesture. “What do you fucking think, dude?” he retorted, gesturing wildly. “Do you think that whole fucking thing would have happened?”

“Damn, don’t get snippy, it’s just a dumb question. Ya know, the Vice special.” Mizho said, crossing her arms. She doesn’t bother to look in the young man’s direction, knowing that those golden-green eyes are already glaring daggers at her. “But seriously, why didn’t you say something?”

“Because that would have been the dumbest thing I could have possibly done?? Oh yeah, let me go and profess my feelings towards someone that lives with Vice who, if we need reminding, was a merciless fucker who would have absolutely eviscerated me without refrain for such weaknesses and throw the bits to the four winds. Color me paranoid for wanting to stay in one piece.”

It should have been the end of Rage’s ramble, but he still continued. “And I didn’t even know I liked her. I mean. I knew I liked her as a friend, but it didn’t really cross my mind for a while that I actually liked her in that way. We got busy with the Douji war and Dunstan and all that shit, and by the time I did figure it out and processed that shit she was already back in the States. Couldn’t exactly say anything to her then, knowing that her bastard of a father would likely have found out and we’d have never gotten her back.” It’s word vomit, really, the way he just expels everything on his mind.

What he doesn’t tell them is how terrified he was that she’d have rejected him. That, despite everything that’s happened between them, there was the strong possibility she just didn’t feel the same. It’s too often he sees an individual in a close friend group gain feelings for someone who didn’t return them, and the result often led to them no longer having any contact with each other.

That was simply something he could not do. He’d rather endure the pain of having her only as a friend than face the agony of never having her in his life again; and so he boxed up the emotions, shoved them to the bottom of the closet and covered it in so many blankets till no one could see it.

Up until today.

The confession hadn’t left his mind once since that night, nor the conversation that followed it. He isn’t entirely sure what seemed to sting more, the joking way in which she professed her once feelings for the former Douji or the fact she had to apologize for even letting them be known to him. That he could have had it all along, and yet still somehow missed the chance. Each one is a separate knife to his breast, each one twisting further and further in. He hardly even has the energy to be angry about the pain anymore, and all that’s left in their wake is the ache.

It had been almost funny at first, the idea of such a strange happenstance occurring. But any humor to be found is lost by how Rage has gone quiet, just falling into a dejected silence. Seems like he's thought about it too much, and he’s either lost in his thoughts regarding the matter - or given up entirely.

“So, what are you going to do about it now?” Mizho asked.

All he can manage is a half-shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know what I can do.”

Yeah no, whatever it could have been, the pity party was not gonna be it. Nope, that wasn’t their bandmate in the slightest, and they most certainly weren’t going to stand for it.

“So, we know that Rage likes Kia,” Fusataro began. “And Kia did say she had a huge crush on him way back when. Maybe there’s a chance she still does? Vice?”

“Not a clue, honestly. Fuck, last Saturday was the first I ever heard of that and I lived with her. That might be a Paresse or Mizho thing.”

Mizho shook her head. “Yeah no, same time hearing that too. I knew she had a thing for one of yall for a while, but I deadass thought it was probably Vice or Desir.”

Vice turned his attention towards Rage. “Honestly, just try talking to her about it.”

Mizho snorted, side-eyeing the young man. “Like you talked to Paresse, hypocrite?”

“Oh, fuck you bitch, don’t even-”

“-I’m just saying, pot and kettle and whatnot-”

“Anyways-” Fusataro interjected, projecting her voice enough to come between the two before they really went in on each other. Entertaining as it could be to watch two sharp-tongued individuals as themselves squabble, this was neither the time or place. “-we need to figure out exactly what we’re doing about this situation. We can’t exactly continue the way we are if our guitarist doesn’t have his head in the game. Rage, painful as it probably is, you gotta either shit or get off the pot, kiddo.”

Vice nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Kia’s always pissed about how much she hates trying to date some of these lame-ass dudes, maybe she just needs herself a pretty boy with white hair. She might just be dreaming of blue eyes, you know…”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Rage asked. “What if I do tell her and she was telling the truth, and that this whole fucking thing was pointless?” ‘What if she wants nothing to do with me anymore’ is the unspoken question.

“Let’s ask this, then: do you want to see her hanging on some other person’s arm?”

“Fuck no!!”

“Then talk to her!”

Rage didn’t seem all that convinced, and it showed on his face. 

“Well, then at least you’d know,” Paresse said. “There’s either a spark there or there isn’t. If it is, awesome. If not, then we can proceed from there.”

“And besides,” Mizho added. “Maybe she’s been waiting, too. Kia doesn’t keep shit like that bottled up for so long for no reason, maybe she’s been waiting for you to say something, literally anything. You say nothing and she’s gonna walk away to find someone who will.”

Rage simply stared for a moment, contemplating their words. Harsh as it sounded he knows it to be true. What was that old saying, ‘you don't ask, you don’t get,’? Wallowing in self-pity was hardly a way to get anything productive done, and he knows damn well he’d never hear the end of it from the rest of them if that was all he ever did.

But still he says nothing, watches as the other four try to pitch the perfect plan to try and set shit up. They’ve never been ones to shy away from partying - and there’s always a reason to party, as he learned - so it would be nothing for them to set up another get together. Work the evening so that, at some point, it could just be him and her and he’d have his moment to actually talk. There’d be enough people that he knew so he wouldn’t get agitated at any point…or psych himself out in anyway (“You tell her to her face or I am telling everybody in the fucking room myself,” Vice had threatened).

Rather than continue with anymore rehearsal they choose to disperse for the day. They’ve got shit to plan, after all, and having a Douji party can’t really be considered successful if one doesn’t prepare properly for it. Until then he will keep himself occupied with other things and try not to lose his shit before the day comes.

He just hopes it goes according to plan.

[swordmaid]

when the root of the tragedy was love.

[cryptic-creepies]

Looks at my little Rage/Kia fic and thinking about it

[indosentia]

Playing around with Deidre’s monster design, or at least some of the garb she’d wear after becoming one. Started off with the headpiece references and then went from there.

At the current point in time her fashion choices are random things she was given from others in the Glade, and it’s possible her outfit design may update once she returns to the Freak Circus; though her headpiece may stay something similar, since her horn formation makes it slightly difficult for her to wear what the others would wear.

[goth-queen]

[goth-queen]