[rotteddaughter]

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☆ files; the archive. organization. abt me + rules. new: request rules

➜ currently working on; The Celestial Pantheon, Hybrids.

[rotteddaughter]

Aphantasia /ˌeɪfænˈteɪʒə/

(n.) the inability to voluntarily visualize mental images ¹ a lack of imagination or sentience ² conscious bliss of willful ignorance ³ A world in which the inconceivable turns to normality, ruled by cosmic greed and brainwashed blessings, you're sure to be seeking respite. ⁴

Otherwise known as an alternate future-set universe in which 'The Celestial Pantheon' has fallen. Deities and Celestites bodily energies crumble and collapse, in turn giving way to other beings not of this dimension to take over and become an amalgamation of what once was.

This world is now full of monstrous god-like beings who have ranging levels of care for remnants of humanity, doing as they please as long as they're fed and content.

Starring;

The Mother

Alpha Centauri Karnivora, 'tauri' for short.

... waiting for more.

[rotteddaughter]

new alien oc's! Ms Toplina Fah And Miss Dragomja Fah!

[rotteddaughter]

reader has tits, slightly suggestive but also fluffy, yan character. doe being king of consent :)

Thinking about doe who is soft with your body, when it comes to contact, he always asks if what he does is okay. "Can I lay on your chest love?" "Can we hold hands? please please please :(" "Can I hug you darling?" The one time he didn't, he freaked out. Sitting on the couch next to you as some movie plays. He started dozing off after being away for days on end foraging for his body, his attention slipping as he leaned closer and closer to your body.

You were comfortable with Doe; you didn't mind his head sliding onto your chest. You just raised your arm to play with his hair and pat his head. Warm sugary words being uttered from your lips every now and then. "Such a pretty boy" "I love you Doe" "so precious, my love <3" When he finally woke, still half asleep, noticing how affectionate you're being he soaks it in, akin to a cat in a sunbeam. Alas, he soon realizes where he is, as he makes it known he's awake, groggily stumbling with his words. "Shh, you're fine Doe, I don't mind." you mumble as you go back to petting his hair, and he melts, a smile growing on his unnaturally big mouth as he snuggles closer to you.

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[rotteddaughter]

hhhh okay. little bit of vore but its not nsfw...

Luna who's snuggling with lorcan, she's in her natural form, taking up the whole bed, a giant/tiny situation if you will but it isn't a crazy size difference. lorcan is curled up close to her neck because he likes to hear her odd pulse through her throat. luna mentions how she's thought about holding him closer, like in her mouth kinda close. and he lets her becuase... she's his goddess, he'd do anything she asked in a heart beat. her eyes fall heavy and her smile curls as she takes in the gravity of his devotion and opens up. lorcan crawls in with no hesitation, expecting a human-like warmth in her maw but its cool, a comfortable chill. he curls up, his boxers and tshirt getting damp as he situates himself in her cheek. Luna doesn't push further with her wanting to try swallowing but delights in having him safe in her body.

[rotteddaughter]

comfort4hurt/fluff babeyyyyy ... könig x gender neutral reader. readers callsign is selene because they watch the moon and talk about it a lot.

You hear a faint yet gentle hum, almost like the melody of a tune as you finally come back to your senses, autopilot wearing off. Soon you notice the ache coming from your body.

You push and prod around the area of the wound like a squishy toy, slightly delirious from the lack of sleep this mission demanded and adrenaline high fading.

When did I get injured?

You level your breathing, clumsily take out a mass of gauze from your vest to apply to your body in attempt to slow the bleeding.

Your mag is empty. Change it. Answer comms.

The comms go off again, informing you to meet up at the rendezvous point. You made your way. The team occasionally buzzing your earpiece to check on you every so often.

"Selene, How copy?"

You responded every so often with a; "Fine" or "Be there soon." The beloved callsign soon loosing all meaning with how often it rang in your ear.

Your destination is just up ahead. A couple more steps. Keep going then you can drop.

It was pretty dark, around 2200 hours and you had reached the building, already eerily quiet as you opened the door expecting someone awake, but no. There were small lights coming from another side rooms where you could only assume someone was still functioning.

After stalking around for something to drink you stumbled to the bathroom, stripping of your gear and boots.

Heavy steps could be heard meandering around but you ignored the sound, keeping focus on your task at hand. Cleaning your face and wound as the steps got closer and closer till they stopped.

You shot up at the voice from behind the door, the vial of vodka you were going to use to disinfect your injury now in bits and pieces on the tile.

"Selene?" It was König.

"Shit," You whisper, no energy in your tank to deal with the glass on the ground. "Come in.."

The masked Austrian carefully steps in. No emotion is visible yet you can practically feel the worry as he sits down and looks at your almost clean face asking your permission to assist. "May I?"

He points at your messy excuse of a bandage. You nod and König reaches for the first aid kit he left outside the door just in case. "When did you arrive?"

Rough fingers slowly peel back the gauze as you turn your head to the teeny window in the washroom, "Not long". He ignored how your answer didn't fully make sense but he understood, giving you a curt nod.

The gash wasn't deadly but it wasn't shallow, you were glad it was who it was taking care of you right now. König's hands were huge ─big enough to cover yours if they were formed in a fist─ but he was cautious with them.

Making sure that he didn't graze your injury or press too firmly when he applied a disinfectant. Hell, you even told him to pull the medical tape tighter when he was placing it over the fresh gauze, weary of causing you any more discomfort.

The full moon is in blossom, just in the window's view tons of thousands of stars shine over you without the hindrance of pollution. At this you perked up, a small grin appearing on your lips.

"Hey König, full moon." He tore his eyes away from your torso to see your lovely features attending to the moon's glow, full of glee. It was contagious, a smile of his own cracking under his hood.

"Yeah," He trails off, his light blueish green eyes focused on your face rather then the aforementioned object of your attention. God, he wished you gazed at him like that, like nothing else mattered. Like, he was all that mattered. "The chopper comes tomorrow morning, 0600 hours sharp. You should get some rest."

He returns to his installed professionalism as he packs up the first aid and stands up, "G'night König," You pause, sleep overcoming your senses, but you push a kind smile to appear. "Thanks."

"Don't worry about it, rest well." He walks off to the room he was in, vanishing in the shadows of the abandoned building as you gather your remaining strength to go sit in the open 'living' room succumbing to heavy eyelids and a big yawn.

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[rotteddaughter]

Cosmic-Thing Oc

NAME; Alpha Cen'Tauri' Karnivora (she goes by tauri)

AGE; who knows.

INVENTORY; a rosary, handkerchief, an attempted totem of the mother, a few figs and a pocket knife.

SEX; feminine presenting. sexless creature

SIZE; 5'6. 156lbs

OCCUPATION/PURPOSE; To serve and aid 'The Mother' entity for as long as she deems.

sub-important info

personality traits; innocent, mildly intuitive, unconditionally loving, devoted, generous, follower-type

physical traits; deer type satyr. white spotting on her legs, lower tummy, and head/face. deer tail. short brown curls, tan skin,

vanity; white linen bloomers and babydoll top, thin lace veil, socks and bandages on her legs, brown just under knee tabi boots to cover her hooves

likes/dislikes; when 'the mother' presents herself, milk, human pastries, being useful to 'the mother' / not being useful or aware of 'the mother's plans, people who don't obey The Mother's law

facts; tauri smells like honey, cream and hay. She can physically regenerate, more than just growing her antlers. The Mother chose her name because they liked the deer species and their symbolism to humans. every time tauri kills for The Mother her personality changes, her chaotic side has no system or process, very wild and carefree with how she gets the job done. her rabid 'zoomies' akin to that of the minotaur. when the act is done she shifts back to her 'doe' personality, keeping her innocent.

Face claim.

[rotteddaughter]

request rules !

just ask if i'll write for it. i will try to answser your ask in 24 hours

I write fem/gender neutral best. my male reader is not perfect

please tell me either headcanons, a drabble, brainrot (1-3 elaborated headcanons + teeny drabble)

platonic (siblings, best friends, etc.) or romantic*

for headcanons my max is 5 characters !

my smut is shitty. i need more practice. do with that info what you will.

my angst knows no bounds (even if it's shitty) so ask away

light gore/injuries, obsessive/light yandere is OK

*(if not mentioned I will decide based on what I feel)

[rotteddaughter]

gn reader. platonic. comfort4hurt. my specialty >:) thank you larkin for proofreading this <3

It's been weeks since you've been formally introduced to the task force, and nothing's gone wrong per say, it just felt off.

You were a spectacular soldier, being transferred and moved around to different teams was your normal, even picking up the call sign 'nomad' from your handler. Although, your history of traveling around came with a price, you were shuffled around like a card from a deck. You desperately wanted to gain some sort of connection, friendship.

That project had been abandoned a while ago. Having decided to forgo a human companionship and any mutual emotions, you were cold, cruel even to anybody who tried to get close.

This task force seemed slightly different, but you kept your walls up, assuming you'd be out of here after some big mission. But no, time has passed and you've had slips, letting your cold, hard, facade crack. Warmth seeping through. Of course the members started to notice, slipping in a observant question here and there.

"You doing alright ?" A friendly face you'd come to know as 'Johnathan Price' had sneaked beside you right outside of the base, starting up a conversation. You mindlessly nodded to his question. "What's up?" the response had come out bluntly, like an attempt to get him off your case.

"Nothin', just wanted to check on you. Ya seem out of it." His cool blue eyes glazed over your figure, watching for clues of fatigue or such. "Have you settled in well with the rest of the team?"

That was when all the memories came flooding back, nights where all you could do was replay the interactions of teammates like hitting a rewind button. Where you could've possibly made them feign more interest before you were shipped off to some new team like a box of goodies. Nights you spent listening to someone's video essay, desperate to have the comfort of hearing someone talk to you, imagining they were speaking directly to you. how pathetic ?

Alas, it wasn't enough. you decided it was easier to block everybody out. A choice that wouldn't have been made without a lot of thought, but it seemed like the best idea to you. Shutting out anybody rather than taking another chance.

You turned, focusing your attention on the captain, and somehow, it all came spilling out.

"I, I don't know..." Your words came out in a blubbering mess, tears were quickly dropping over your cheeks as fast as you tried to wipe them up. "I've never been stationed in one place so long, and everybody is so kind. I haven't stayed this long to get to know a person this well. I want to be friends with them I just." You paused, smiling as you frantically wiped the remaining tears, "Haven't been able to do so in so long."

And price just nodded, listening to each word that you said. He caught your attention, offering his open arms as a present of comfort while you just slid in them. "Listen, it's alright. I don't think you're going anywhere as of yet, you can stay a while." He pulled back after a while, looking you in the eyes. "My team won't bite ... well maybe my Lieutenant if you get close.. but over all they're friendly people. Opening up isn't the worst thing, maybe talk to em at lunch ?"

He gave your shoulder a light punch, before moving towards the door, "C'mon, it's cold outside."

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[rotteddaughter]

dialogue is from the movie un homme qui dort, narrated in english by thee shelly duvall. I changed a few lines, bc they wouldn't fit him other wise. cw: if u squint you can see the dissociation mentions. character/kakucho centric piece

You stay in your room, not eating, not reading, hardly moving.

It's been eight days since the horrific battle between tenjiku and toman, kakucho hasn't moved since he got discharged from the hospital, currently lying on the floor watching the ceiling fan spin slowly with the breeze of his open window.

You watch the basin, the bookcase, your knees, your eyes in the cracked mirror. The cup. The light switch.

His eyes slowly drag around his small 'apartment' room until they catch on the small sink. The one that he would use after every major fight, cleaning his bad wounds and injuries.

They catch on the book case, filled with books he enjoyed and ones he traded with Izana, littered with little annotations and highlights.Scattered sheet music with small notes of wear and tear. Records and Cd's he had collected over time.

His hetero-chromatic eyes catch on his knees that wobble every so often, threatening to fall or slide down from their bent position as if he were doing sit-ups. The cracked mirror that sits above his sink, the one that you can barely call a sink, the mirror that has taken his rage and now seems to be staring back at him. One red eye and one ashen. Is he sure they belong to him?

The cup that was filled with tea, how old is it? Ran got him this for his birthday, he should probably drink that tea, lest it gets dusty or stale, alas it's already cold. right? The light switch he never uses; getting up at the crack of dawn to work out, spending most of the day with the gang, coming back when he's had his fill of sociability, ready to eat and lie down.

You listen to street sounds, to the dripping faucet on the landing, to the noises your neighbor makes, having a coughing fit, his kettle whistling.

The later in the day it gets he hears the noise increase in volume, cars trying to get home, kids getting off school, sirens, doors opening and closing, cats, life goes on. life goes on and all he can do is observe in his state.

You follow on the ceiling the winding line of a thin crack. A flies pointless wandering. The perhaps calculate progression of shadows.

Kakucho's drowsy lidded eyes follow the small crack on his wall, leading from the door frame to the ceiling, a mere 15 centimeters. His brain finding anything and everything else to focus on. The fly that wanders in, making a few circles in his room before buzzing away.

You are 14 years old. You have 32 teeth, 3 shirts and 8 socks. 77,000 yen a month to survive on. A few books you no longer read, a few records you no longer listen to. You don't want to remember anything else. You sit, and all you want is to wait. Just wait until there is nothing more to wait for.

He feels dissociated from himself, his beloved hobbies now seem distant and unattractive. Why does everything remind him of Izana? The music that sits, collecting dust on his shelf. The shirts they bought together, although a measly errand, he treasured moments like those.

You don't see your friends. You don't answer the door. You don't go down and get your mail. You don't return the books you borrowed from the library. You don't visit your parents.

He disregards the hundreds of missed calls from his friends. He ignores the knocks that come and slowly fade away when he fails to answer the door. He sees the envelopes that get stuck in the mail slot. He knows his books are overdue, the pile mocking him near the door. He misses visiting his parents. He misses living.

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[urfavslav]

After a lot of thinking, I will be moving all my writing over to my oc blog. it'll just be my whole writing blog original characters and fandom alike. Some of my writing may not get moved and will just be deleted. I apologise. Thank you for supporting me thus far! <3

The blog is @rotteddaughter

[seth-whumps]

characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?

[writing-chats]

ultimate character development template

basics

name: meaning of name: nicknames/titles: age: gender: location: birthday: strengths + example where it's shown: weaknesses + example where it's shown: how it affects others:

emotional depth

attachment style + how it manifests in the story: physical fear: emotional/abstract fear: happy memory: sad memory: object of significance: philosophical outlook/belief: what characters are ignorant about themselves: how confident are they: goal: long-term dreams: what they're embarrassed/ashamed to tell others about: regrets: source of pride: source of misery: what they admire above all else: do they believe in fate:

personality

mbti: enneagram: big five: character archetype: star sign: who they pretend to be on the outside: who they actually are/how they feel towards the mask: mental health conditions: how it manifests for them: iq: eq: humour: reputation:

habits

bad habits: mannerisms when stressed: mannerisms when content: mannerisms when scared: mannerisms normally: verbal mannerisms/distinctive speaking style: how do they move across a room: what do they say and what remains unsaid: how they express love: hobbies:

appearance

defining features: eye shape + colour: hair texture + colour: skin texture + tone: vibe: height: build: clothing: any bodily disfigurement (scars, etc.): overall attractiveness: their opinion on their appearance: appeals to:

relationships

who they trust most: what they wish they could do for them: what's holding them back: who they hate most: what they wish they could do to them: what's holding them back: relationship with the protagonist: relationship with the antagonist: siblings: relationship with them: parents/step-parents: relationship with them: previous broken relationships: why did it break: what others expect of them: who believes in them: their mentor character/who they look up to: political/religious/other affiliations: what makes them different from every other character: non-human relationships + why: romantic "type" + why: relationship dynamics:

backstory/background

primary emotion towards their past: primary feelings while in their past: where did they grow up: defining incidents: earliest childhood memory: saddest memory: happiest memory: major accomplishments: their opinion on it: notable people in their backstory: effect on them today: trauma: what have they already lost: financial circumstance:

progression

why are they important (eg. why're they the only one able to do something?): what do they learn about themselves throughout the story: what do they learn about the world: how do they feel towards their newfound knowledge: character arc (positive, negative, neutral): how relationships change because of their actions: what mistakes do they make: what scene is their character highlighted: do they get what they want: why or why not: what happens to them after the story ends:

[devilsrph-deactivated20250803]

† 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽  𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲 sentence starters ... featuring sentence starters with southern gothic undertones and themes. please use as purposed, do not replicate or alter for any reason. this is likely one part of many. enjoy!

“ this place isn't like it used to be. ” “ this town... there's something wrong with it. ” “ put the gun down. ” “ i've seen that face before. just not on anyone living. ” “ what's buried out back? ” “ i don't think we're out here alone. ” “ this place ain't cursed. curses wear out. this place is hungry. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ you see that? someone's watching us. ” “ he left his shadow behind. i see it walking sometimes. ” “ it's been quiet. too quiet. ” “ whatever you do, don't follow the lights. ” “ why does this town feel... different today? ” “ someone's been leaving flowers on her grave again. ” “ he sort of just... vanished. ” “ stay away from that well. ” “ what's that smell? it smells like something's rotting. ” “ i've never seen that road before. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ i swear i locked the door... ” “ the river only takes what it's owed. ” “ the dog don't go near the wood line anymore. ” “ why's it so cold all of a sudden? ” “ that's not rain... ” “ i thought i just saw you outside... but you're here? ” “ they were here. i can feel it. ” “ if you hear singing down by the water, turn around. ” “ granddaddy always said if the crows stop circling, it's too late. ” “ i met him in the graveyard. ” “ the picture fell again. ” “ don't look behind you. ” “ it's been raining for three days straight. ” “ there's always been this weird smell in the air. ” “ i've heard rumors about this place. ” “ this house was built on blood. ” “ someone's buried under the porch. ”

[rotteddaughter]

PLEASE, JUST REST.

🪦; Hawe before she was cast out of elysium, stripped of her child and sanity. hawe referred to as 'mother' is because she carried godlings to term. (ft. a bad pov switch mid paragraph...)

it's never quiet, except when it is. you flit and flutter and juggle all the tasks you've had stacked on your plate. you were never destined to be more than this. filled with divine young and made to do jobs for other gods. how did it get this way?

you break, stopping your current objective to drink. the cool nectar slides down your throat and quenches your system. will you get punished for stopping? they know you need rest, their young won't be birthed healthy if the mother isn't healthy. worked to the bone and stressed beyond belief.

you glance at your surroundings and jump at one of the gods approaching you. they aren't familiar, refusing to introduce himself, yet you know they're one of the many lesser gods in the pantheon by their aura.

"Rest my little lamb, let your body be at ease for a moment. If you will, follow me please." the god drags Hawe along, disregarding the piles of paperwork, scrolls, and trays of items to be delivered.

he wasn't so much as asking, but at least he was gentle. as he grasped her wrist there was a flow between them, her body feeling energized and fuller, any nutrition she had been lacking was now unnecessary. "At least tell me which deity I have the honor to be in the presence of. I have not seen you around Elysium before."

a soft chuckle escapes him as they're drawn into a room; high windows sit at the top of the dome like room, lots of curtains and especially around the circular bed in the middle, adorned with lavish pillows and sheets that hum when her skin comes in contact. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that sweet thing, just rest."

he picked her up, her head cradles near his chest as her legs sat over his arm, his energy flowed back and forth between their bodies. as he took her to the bed, laying her down like a glass pane, only the utmost care when dealing with the gods incubator. "Do the others know about thi-"

he cut her off with a finger to her lips, shushing her like a creature. "They overwork and tire you my dear, they don't know the effort and endeavors of mortal childbirth. please, take a break for me? I'll tell you about myself if that will get you to settle down."

he sits down on the bed as well, back to the headboard as he brings Hawe closer, letting her get comfy with her head on his lap. "Ardere, God of hearth and home. You may call me Arden if you so wish."

He lets her get situated before relaxing around her, a protective shield for whichever God or Goddess wanted to work their poor mother to death. His dark tan contrasted to hers as he wrapped an arm around her, his touch as warm as his energy and providing a gentle solace from the halls of Elysium and wanton greater Gods. "Please, rest my dear. They won't harass you in here, you have my word."

Hawe nodded in response, nuzzling into his touch as his voice lulled her into a peaceful and dreamless sleep. Ardere's body unmoving unless she did first, prioritizing her comfort over his.

please don't steal, plagiarize, or repost. interaction is welcome! rp with oc's is welcome as well!

[mistydeyes]

hi! there was some interest in my last post for a template :)

🏷️ @anubis-reed

here’s some helpful info:

The education in this template is based on the UK system

Here's a helpful link for the SAS Fitness test + Points system

military service numbers

For the UK - eight-digit number, e.g. 25232301

For the US (use the following format with different eight-digit number) -

12-345-678: US Army and Air Force

123-45-67: US Navy

1234-567: US Coast Guard

1234567890* (a ten digit number, thank you @sandloaf for pointing this out!!): US Marine Corps

12345: most U.S. military officers

For Canada - random alphabetic letter and eight-digit number in the format - X12 345 678

hope you enjoy!

[rotteddaughter]

🪦; the deities incubator turned monster goddess

Thinking about a group of less than maybe 100 people total who believe in Hawe. Those who believe that she's a lesser god/demi-god of fertility and protection. There's little about her in any archives and no temples or shrines dedicated to her.

Firm believers follow the verbal 'story' that she was cast out of elysium and sent down to earth after trying to keep a child of her own. Something of treason to the greater gods. Recorded incidences of a mother like being, something part monster and not fully human.

Her followers are strong hearted people, those who have a strong sense of connection; romantic, platonic, familial, etc. Those who don't hesitate to look after others. They're considered a godless cult. Yet their 'goddess' roams their land in search of her offspring in a mindless daze and called a 'cryptid', a 'skinwalker' and either feared or revered.

please don't steal, plagiarize, or repost. interaction is welcome! rp with oc's is welcome as well!