#abigail oc

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Art Fight is just around the corner!

After much pondering, more pondering than usual, I'll be Team Comedy!

[Here's a link to my profile. Come fight me!]

[pocketramblr]

poll: which curse would be the worst to bear?

you were changed into something monstrous and terrifying, others are scared.

you were changed into something almost-yourself, but others are unnerved.

you were changed into something small, fragile. others do not take you seriously

you were changed into something dull and ordinary. others do not see you.

you were changed into something silly and odd, others would laugh to hear it.

you were not changed. everyone else was.

Voting ended onMay 1, 2024

[inhurtandincomfort]

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Forced to Watch

(BTHB prompts and masterlist) Suggested by @melpomenelamusa, thank you! For @badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Forced to Watch Fandom: OC

This is not canon, just a fun prompt to fill. Seeing as it's not canon I nearly just had Abi taken in too, but then I thought, there's something about 1) still being so far away. So helpless. and 2) the control Lukas has despite not being in her vicinity. She could choose not to watch. But she realises she'd be damning Kieran to a horrible fate, even before seeing exactly what's going on. So, I hope this still fits the prompt, but it was fun either way!

CW: Emeto, and Torture, including whipping and a drill which is entirely off-screen. None of the torture is graphic, it's focused more on Abi watching it than the actual torture, but it's still very obviously brutal even if the worst of it is left to your imagination. Again, this is not necessarily canon!

Speaking of, to those on the Welcome Home, Angel taglist - do you guys want to be tagged in bonus fics or just the main storyline? I'll tag you here so that you know to tell me, if you just want the main story that's fine but I need to know! Until I do, I'll continue to tag in all fics regarding Kieran. Happy, safe reading, and on with the show!

The moment the video started Abigail's heart leapt to her throat. It was Kieran. He was stood in the middle of a blank room with his arms held up in chains, and his legs held still with heavy cuffs around his ankles on a short chain to the floor. He'd clearly lost weight, lacking any muscle definition he once had. He had several layers of duct tape covering his mouth. What looked like burn scars trailed up his arms, across his chest among other visible wounds. His skin was covered in deep bruises of varying age. Pale green eyes apprehensively followed a masked man around the room. He wore all black, thick baggy clothing with his face and hair entirely obscured. He looked around Kieran's height, a little taller in heavy work boots. He circled around Kieran, leaning in to murmur something in his ear. Kieran's eyes widened. He stared into the camera and Abigail felt her heart shatter. It was as if he was looking directly at her. He couldn't speak but his eyes were always so expressive and they were begging her, begging her for what? To help him? She's trying, by god she is trying. To not watch? She doesn't want to. But now she can't tear herself away.

It started with a USB hard drive in her mail that morning. She knew enough to not plug in any random USB into her personal device. Normally she'd throw it away. In these circumstances though, she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with Kieran. It had to, it was posted directly to her. Someone wanted her to see it.

Her instinct was to turn it in to the police. But it came with a note.

You'll want to see this.

Her stomach churned. It had to be Kieran.

She kept it in her bag all through class, which she didn't pay attention too. She couldn't tear her mind of that USB. People had grown used to her sullenness lately, so she was mostly left alone except for Juliana who always insisted on trying to get her to engage.

"You've got to keep living your life Abi," Juliana had said sadly when Abigail declined yet another invitation to go out. "Sitting around at home isn't doing anyone any good."

"I can't just move on either," Abigail snapped a little too harshly. At first she was sick of everyone treading eggshells around her, always asking her if she was okay, treating her like she was fragile. Now everyone's starting to get back to normal, and it would never be normal. It couldn't be normal. It made her furious, and it made her want to hide away until she could feel alive again.

Juliana just looked at her with sad eyes. "No one's asking you to move on. We just want you to live."

When Abi returned home, she'd barely made it upstairs before her phone pinged.

Unknown Number

-Hello Abigail.

-By now you have received my gift.

-Do not go to the police. It doesn't matter what you do after, but I want you to watch it all the way through.

-I'll know if you don't, and he'll suffer for it.

Her throat was dry as she dug out her old laptop, one she was holding on to her sister for months but neither of them visited. Erased of all personal data, with shaking hands she slid the USB into a port after half a dozen tries, and opened the files within.

You don't want to do this Abi.

You shouldn't do this. She must.

She wasn't sure there was sound at first. No one spoke, not where she could hear. She supposed that was deliberate on their part.

Then the taser fired.

A strangled noise escaped Kieran as his body stiffened, his muscles convulsing. The chains rattled as he involuntarily yanked on his chains, his legs giving away beneath him. He could have pulled his shoulders from their sockets. It lasted a few seconds. The masked man looped an arm around Kieran's waist as he found his bearing to stand again. The man must have said something again by the way Kieran turned to glare. She wished she knew what he wanted to say.

The man held his hand out to the side. A smaller gloved hand passed something to him from off camera. Kieran flinched, instinctively trying to pull back. He couldn't go anywhere.

A sharp crack sounded through the air as the whip stuck his back.

Abigail paused the video. Her hands shook, her chest was tight. She pushed her chair away from the desk and stood up, chewing on her nails. She couldn't breathe. It was fake, surely. It had to be. This sort of thing didn't actually happen, people didn't film the torture of innocent people, that didn't- that wasn't- that didn't happen. Not to Kieran. Sweet, loving, gentle Kieran whose only crime was trusting the wrong person.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Cars zoomed past outside her window, drivers cursing at each other, blaring music that shook the house. The world moved on, oblivious to her plight. Forgetting the face they saw on the news some time ago, long replaced with another, and another, and another. She wouldn't ignore it. She couldn't forget.

She would do this. She would pretend it wasn't Kieran on the screen, that she was watching a movie. Pretend the blood wasn't real, that the muffled screams wouldn't haunt her dreams.

Blood poured down his arms and chest where the whip had hit a few times. She could only imagine what his back must look like having borne the brunt. He was crying by the end of it. He'd tried not to, she could tell. She wished she could tell him that it was okay.

She'd hoped that was the end of it as the masked man walked off-screen. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. All she saw was blood.

More muffled cries caught her attention. They were frantic, panicked. Desperate. Against her intuition, she opened her eyes.

Kieran was fighting against the chains, rapidly shaking his head. His eyes were wide and she could tell just from looking that he was hyperventilating. It wasn't until she heard the mechanical whirring that she understood.

The drill was held close to the camera lens, switched on and off as if to flex. Taunting her. Then the masked man walked back over to Kieran, raising the drill.

She knocked her chair over with the force as she raced to the bathroom, making it just in time as she heaved over the toilet throwing up the contents of her stomach. The sound of the drill echoed in her mind. She choked on a sob. Her hair draped over the toilet seat. It didn't matter. How could she be so selfish as to care for herself when Kieran was suffering like that? When he was going through unimaginable hell and everyone else was just giving up?

Shakily she got to her feet. She flushed the toilet, wiped her face. Her eyes were red. She would see this through. She had to. If he had to go through it, the least she could do was watch it.

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Everything was blurry. Red spilled across her vision like wine on a white dress. It was all she could see. Mechanical whirring echoed in her mind, closer, louder, drowning out screams worse than any horror movie she'd seen.

Tears dripped onto her hand, clenching the fabric of her jeans as if it could stem the pain. As if it would stop her from trembling. The screen was painted scarlet, pooling onto the floor of that hell she called a room. Stifled screams had turned into broken sobs. He hung limply now in his chains, head drooped until the masked man tilted it up, forcing him to look at the camera. Sweat and tears glistened in the light. There was no more fight in his eyes. No mental daggers thrown. No attempt at defiance. He stared blankly into the camera with no recognition at all. She hoped, wherever his mind was, it's somewhere better than his body.

If you've watched until the end, post a white lily to your public Instagram. Then I'll know.

It was fun to see Abi :) We'll definitely be checking up on her in the main story too. Don't know when, but we will!

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Some art of Jenna Campbell, my Abigail OC and Frank! Click for better quality. Line drawing under the cut as usual.

[daniirosie]

All they do is scream, piss off Frank, talk about how hot Joey is when they think she can't hear (she definitely can btw), and serve cunt♡

[nightmun]

We got some more blorbos this time YIPPEE! Got a ton of new lads to show, these ones from SCP! In order we have Bass Cleff, Raiden, Lydia, Abigail, Clark, Strudel, and lastly an au design for Haniel! Gonna see a lot more of these guys so I figured it best to show them sooner than later.

Also for those who are interested, here's some basic info on each of them below the cut!

Bass Cleff:

Bass is an exact clone of Alto Cleff (specifically @lolatulips’ take on him), retaining all of the same powers and memories as the original had to a point. His existence began purely as a joke, a "fun" little experiment by the Gamers Against Weed to see if they could make a copy of one of the most powerful reality benders. Surprisingly, it worked, much to Bass' displeasure. While panic and hatred enveloped his mind when he was first created, it didn't take long for him to chill out and become a lot more docile and laid back, eventually taking up a role working alongside his creators rather than resenting them for eternity. While he does pour a decent amount of his time into GAW, he will wander from time to time to visit the SCP facility or wherever else he cares to see. Unlike the original, Bass is much more laid back and friendly with others, while still retaining a bit of that asshole-ish attitude. Knowing that he's nothing but a mere clone of the original, he's lost a lot of motivation and drive in his life, instead taking up a tired slacker persona and barely functioning when not told directly what to do. He despises his existence with every fiber of his being but can't be bothered to do much about it, so instead he often makes jokes at his own expense to vent those frustrations in a more lighthearted manner.

Raiden Fukumoto:

Raiden began as a normal guy, a laid back yet friendly and optimistic person who always wanted to do the best he could for the world. Unfortunately, he would not remain that way for long, as during a shift at his job, he ended up having an encounter with an anomalous being. This creature, a being of pure electrical energy, attacked Raiden, electrocuting him to a point that should have killed him. Instead, he found himself waking up in the hospital hours later, having miraculously survived. His survival did not come without side affects, however, as it instead resulted in him gaining the ability to generate electricity on his own, a power he could hardly control. He tried his damndest to keep it a secret from those around him, but that failed miserably when an argument with his mother led him to accidentally electrocute her and leave her badly injured, only to be driven out of his home by his father and captured by the SCP facility before he could learn if she was alright. Now he lives in the facility, doing his best to make the most of a shitty situation while trying to get a better handle on the abilities he now possesses.

Lydia Marrs:

Lydia is a normal person who grew up in a pretty small town. From a young age, she struggled a lot socially, being branded as the "weird girl" for her obsession with bugs very early on. That, combined with her energetic nature, led her to often be outcasted among her peers. This reputation followed her through school due to being stuck with the same classmates year after year. Not long after she turned 15, her father got a job at the SCP facility and dragged her along with him. It took a bit of getting used to, especially since her father barely explained anything to her outside of "working at a facility that houses dangerous creatures," but eventually she got the jist of what was up and grew used to being there, seeing the change as a breath of fresh air. Now she tries her best to fit in, still feeling outcasted as one of the few normal kids in the facility but still enjoying being surrounded by all the strange and mysterious things the facility has to offer.

Abigail:

Abigail was a shy kid who struggled a lot to really connect with other people. The only person who really stuck around her was Robin, a classmate of hers at school that went out of her way to be friends with Abigail, something no one else had really done before. While the two mainly hung out during school hours, Abby grew pretty close to Robin over time. However, things took a turn when rumors started to spread that Robin had a crush on her, leading Abby to be relentlessly bullied. That, combined with Robin's sudden disappearance, led her to shut down from others and eventually be transferred out of her school. She was instead sent to live with her parents at the SCP facility where they worked, under the promise that she would stay out of trouble. Now she's trying to adjust to the strange new things around her while becoming closer to an anomaly named Ruby who feels oddly familiar.

Clark:

Clark is part of an alien moth species (created by @pokeart123) who came to Earth on a mission to research local flora and fauna on any and all planets he could access. However, he was met with an unexpectedly hostile greeting, and what was planned to be a relatively short stop turned into an extended stay as he was brought against his will to the SCP facility. Despite his less than ideal circumstances, Clark made the best of the situation, often politely pestering the guards for materials to continue his research on the planet and its ecosystem. His curiosity and understanding of biological matters proved him to potentially be a valuable asset to the facility, so he was eventually promoted as part of the staff to help with research on the anomalies contained within the facility to better understand how they worked and how best to contain them.

Strudel:

Strudel is a creature known as a Harvester (created by @lolatulips), a being programmed to be a mindless machine for ripping the life essence from any living being. Haniel, despite warnings from several of the people around them that these beings were incredibly dangerous, was insistent that they could befriend one of these creatures. So, reluctantly, they were allowed to interact with one, which they began calling Strudel. At first the relationship was tenuous, with Strudel still following it's programmed response to drain the essence from the people around it. This did lead to an incident where staff members had to intervene after Strudel drained Haniel, leaving them stuck in recovery for a bit. But after some more work, Haniel has broken through to them, and now Strudel is more like a scary looking puppy dog who's surprisingly sweet and friendly.

Haniel:

In this version of them, they originally start out as an anomaly that took on the form of a long stretchy hand. Their form was tied to a pocket dimension of their own, referred to as the Void, a seemingly infinite space that they could enter and exit at will through portals of their own creation. Their existence outside of the facility was rather brief, as not long after they appeared from nothing they were captured and brought to the SCP facility, locked in a cell that prevented them from opening portals to anywhere but in their room. They resigned themself to the fate of eternally being locked in this place, wishing they were just a normal person so they’d be let out of this horrid place, only for an anomalous breach to give them an opportunity to flee. But before they did, they came across another escaped anomaly, a small white kitten. The guards seemed hell bent on capturing the little thing for reasons unbeknownst to Haniel, but they knew as soon as it was captured it too would be locked in a cell for all eternity. So in a ditch effort to help the thing, they grabbed it, dragging it into their Void with them. They intended to find a way out with their new little friend, but they instead found themself black in out, only to wake some time later completely changed. Suddenly they found themself in a human form. Leaving the kitten, which they had decided would be called Kit, in the Void for safety, they opened a portal back into the facility looking for help. It was eventually explained to them that Kit was a reality bender, one who changed matter through touch and shifted objects based on the desires of those around it. From then Haniel learned to function as a person, still contained for their portal abilities and still keeping Kit in their void, but eventually allowed to roam and even work on the medical team after good behavior. At some point Kit either gets horribly ill or injured (haven’t decided which or how yet) and Haniel has to absorb Haniel into their mind yo keep them alive, gaining both a brain buddy and a slightly weaker form of Kit’s bending abilities.

Also thanks to anyone who actually reads all of this, it’s a lot but I really appreciate it :D

[bartlebyswings]

《Author's note: It’s been a while since I wrote so my bad if it’s shitty. I will be referring to Dean as Dominic/Dom since this takes place before the night of Dean's death.》

《TW:Underage smoking and drinking, cursing, breaking the law, mentions of child abuse. 》

Every day was the same for Maylyn and Dominic. Smoking, drinking, laughing, getting into trouble, and repeat. It wasn’t the best lifestyle but neither of them complained. It was their life, they could do whatever the fuck they wanted.

It was 2:37 in the morning, Dom was driving down the dark streets in Boston, New York. May was in the passenger seat with a cigarette between his middle and pointer finger. The windows were down and 2Pac - Hit ‘Em Up could be heard from a mile away.

“You know you’re five miles over the speed limit.” May informed Dom with a small teasing smile tugging at his lips.

“We’ve done way worse than going over the speed limit, little man.” Dom replied, speeding up a little more. May shook his head with a grin as he turned the radio down a few notches. May flung his cigarette butt out the window as they pulled into a small grass patch next to an abandoned metal garage. The garage was like their second home, their safe spot, whatever they thought it was, but it was theirs.

“I still remember the first time you got me high here.” May said as the two of them entered the garage. The metal walls were spray painted with bright colors, dicks, and random quotes.

Dom chuckled and sat down on a half broken picnic table in the center of the garage. “I can’t believe that was almost three fucking years ago.” He said patting the open spot next to him.

May ran a hand through his white and black hair as he took a seat next to Dom. “I love you, man.” May sighed as he rested his head on Dominic's shoulder. Dom wrapped his arm around him in return.

Dom was like a big brother to May. They’re the only people who really understand each other. Dom was May's savior. That's the way May thinks of it. Whenever May would have to deal with his abusive and asshole parents, he would always escape to Dom. Dom made him feel cherished and actually cared for. Despite the fact that he introduced May to drugs and alcohol, Dominic was the best and coolest person he knew well; he was the only person he really did know.

[kolcheksluver]

MY FATHER’S DAUGHTER — A ONE SHOT.

characters mentioned: Marliene Barrett, Adam Barrett.

overview: Three years later she was sixteen with the same temper.

No matter how much shit she stored away, no matter how much she ran, this city would forever be a constant reminder that she always has been, and always will be, her father’s daughter.

warnings: Mentions of self hatred but thats. It.

words: 595, pretty short sorry.

Writing under the cut. Hey alexa play A House In Nebraska by Ethel Cain.

Mirrors were things Marliene typically avoided unless she absolutely had to, like when she had to go to the bathroom, brush her teeth, do her make up, all the mundane shit. But if she had to, she’d avoid them. Cover them all, turn them all around. Smash them, but that was too much to clean up. And she’d probably cut her hands up and she didn’t feel like having to explain to her mother why her hands were bleeding. Not that it was anything new, her hands bleeding that is.

She’s been in her fair share of fights. Some she’s won, others she’s lost. Her mother always chastised her for it on the way home and when she was wrapping her hands.

“You’re going to get suspended one of these days, Marley,” her lips formed a thin line. Stop calling me that, she wanted to say bitterly. “Or expelled, even!” I know mom, she thought as she bit the inside of her cheek. “The next school isn’t close by, Marley.” Stop. Stop fucking calling me that. That’s not my name. Why does nobody fucking listen to me, ever?

Marley’s knuckles were scarred and bruised but they worked just fine. She could close it properly. And it didn’t hurt.

Despite consistently avoiding them, she found herself staring at the mirror in her room. She was, in no way, vain. She actually hated herself. Her reflection, how she talked, the way she dressed, everything. She loved her style but she never really felt like herself. All she saw when she looked in the mirror was her father.

The man she hated most.

The man who walked out on her and her mother, the man she hadn’t seen since she was thirteen.

And yet he was the same man who she got compared to the most. And she hated it. She hated it because they were right, and she didn’t want them to be right. When she was a kid and wasn’t speaking to anyone she’d sometimes hear his voice in the back of her mind, like some fucked up manifestation of a guilty conscience. But as time went on the voice grew quiet.

She had forgotten his voice.

But not his face.

Marliene would sometimes pass his former colleagues on the street when they were patrolling, and she’d ignore their attempts to talk to her. She’d keep her head down and walk fast. She wondered what they thought happened to him. Was he dead? Just up and left town? Part of her wanted to know. Part of her didn’t.

Adam Barrett was dead was what she’d tell people.

Why did she have to look so much like him? Why did she have to forget his voice but not his face? Why did he leave? Why didn’t he stay? Did she do something? What had she done wrong? What could she have done that made her dad leave?

All of these questions she’d never have the answer to. Marliene acted like him, too. He was a good dad, and a good husband, but even she noticed the insatiable temper of his. When her parents fought, they fought. Sometimes she would haul up in her room and cover her ears until they stopped. Sometimes she would sneak out of the apartment to a friend’s downstairs. Three years later she was sixteen with the same temper.

No matter how much shit she stored away, no matter how much she ran, this city would forever be a constant reminder that she always has been, and always will be, her father’s daughter.