Oct 17, 2023
TW: Blood, horror-ish a bit
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TW: Blood, horror-ish a bit
I love Rosie and Alastor, Love'em. i was wondering if you could write a Rosie x Alastor x Reader, y'know a throuple that eats and gossips together, stays together. Also, love the horroresque spin you've been doing, can you add a smidge of that?
The Chase
RadioRose x GN!Reader
(Alastor x GN!Reader x Rosie)
TW: Has elements of horror! Alastor being Alastor and chasing Reader around the place. Talks about cannibalism, anxiety and paranoia that comes with being chased.
A/N: IT BECOMES WHOLESOME I SWEAR! Also a big thank you to my lovely @kurosstuff for helping me get this idea going!! Also Alastor's dialog will be in bold.
Your day had started like any other day, wake up, get ready and go do what you needed to do for the day. But something felt off about the whole day like you were forgetting something in the back of your mind. Either way you continued on with your day trying to remember what you had forgotten ignoring how the hair on the back of your neck started to stand.
i forgot to post these here lmfao???
made this when dream did the unface-reveal
original caption; "pretty sure this guy had a face before, where'd it go??"
edit: forgot it was HEAVILY inspired by a c!dream piece from another artist i was experimenting the artstyle of, @icecreamvi go check them out!
Idea expanded, overtly adorable and protective Kas Eddie with established relationship Steddie.
Steve is obviously devastated when they find Dustin and Eddie. But he refuses to leave his body there, despite how horrifying and time-consuming it is to take his boyfriends dead body back up to the surface. And Steve just spirals, reduced to a crying mess that can barely do anything but sleep most days. And Eddie's body is sent to the morgue.
Where he wakes up at. He wakes up in a cold cabinet, horrified and confused. And what woke him up was the noise. The wet, squelching noises of his body knitting itself back together. But it's not just fixing itself. It's changing. And adding things that Eddie doesn't understand. But it fucking hurts.
And Eddie starts to freak the fuck out. He manages to kick open the cold locker he's in and he's still freaking out. Because now he realizes he's in a morgue. But he's not dead damn it. But he's different. And confused and scared and all he wants is Steve.
So he goes to him. And that's how Steve almost dies of a heart attack when a naked freezing should be dead Eddie taps on his window at three am. But he let's him in, of course he lets him in. He's so happy to see him he doesn't even question how huh maybe letting in your dead boyfriend who now has black veins, wings, a tail, and upside down looking scars is not a good idea.
"My Crush"
Doll Monster Girl Comic
(Might do more of these idk)
Skulls: A Small Scene After Journey to the West
Been way too long since I did any Sun Wukong, Sha Wujing or Yuebei Xing posting, so here's a brief fanfic starring them. I wanted especially to make use of a headcanon @loyaltykask had concerning where Yuebei's immortal-killing skull treasure came from.
Warning for mentions of violence, cannibalism, body horror, and a stillbirth.
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It could be difficult to work when someone else was watching your every move over your shoulder. But even though the stone monkey yaoguai clinging to him was very big for her very young age, Sha Wujing's back was strong and broad enough to comfortably give Yuebeig Xing, the Monkey King's youngest daughter, a first-class seat to his fabrication.
Not much time had passed since Sha Wujing, now the Golden-Bodied Ahrat, had answered a request from his elder brother Sun Wukong to help deal with a steadily escalating disturbance in the Cart-Slow Kingdom. For while no one had publicly condemned the Monkey King (yet) for this problem with a likely supernatural cause, in recent months the kingdom had been increasingly terrorized by monkey yao that looked precisely how the history books recorded Sun Wukong appearing when the pilgrimage had made their stop. It was far from the first time that a malicious entity had taken on the Monkey King's form to get their way while ensuring all blame was placed on Sun Wukong. And because this was, centuries after the journey, public knowledge, the current rulers had appealed to the monkey yaoguai now know at the Buddha Victorious in Strife for help.
Sha Wujing and Sun Wukong had spent the brief trip there reminiscing about the fates of three "Daoist immortals" they had sparred with there centuries ago, who in the end had been nothing more than yaoguai like them. It was then that Sun Wukong had seriously speculated whether the current violence had anything to do with their past actions.
It turns out they had, but not for the reason that either former pilgrim would have expected.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha had quickly ascertained that the monkey yaoguai wearing his form were just like his own clones, though much weaker. Which was to say, they were made from pieces of himself. It had been a simple matter for Sun Wukong to call these fragments back to his body. He looked none the worse for it too, thought the hair on his neck and head did noticeably thicken as they were confronted with, and "killed," one clone after another. The two of them had methodically traveled through the Cart-Slow Kingdom, Sha Wujing subduing and Sun Wukong absorbing the clones while also cursing himself for a fool. Sha Wujing found out why soon enough when their exorcism eventually landed them in nothing less than a vast underground chamber in the Cart-Slow Kingdom's palace, which was filled with goods from vases to pure gold that the clones had stolen. In the center of all of this wealth was a skull that, while mostly stripped of skin and muscle and fur, was clearly that of a rhesus macaque yao.
Sha Wujing had thought that all the trouble of the journey was far behind them. But as his elder brother picked up what remained of the head he had left behind after growing another during his contest with the three "Immortal Daoists," the river yaoguai couldn't help but shudder and wonder what other kind of consequences their action may yet engender.
He had certainly devoured enough humans during his time as the monster of the Flowing-Sand River to jump-start any number of revenge quests.
When it was all said and done, the Monkey King had asked for nothing in recompense for himself. The presents and souvenirs for his children and for his mountain's worth of grand-children that Sun Wukong had requested from the Cart-Slow Kingdom, however, took up numerous carts. Sha Wujing had almost rolled his eyes at this, but still found it endearing that a boddhisatva who cared little for his own wealth would spoil his little ones at every opportunity. Yuebei Xing, however, had been the odd one one. For his elder brother assured Sha Wujing that while his youngest daughter didn't care for things like dolls or weapons or jewelry, the monkey's yaoguai's former, now fleshless skull would in fact be the perfect gift.
"Yueyue loves this kind of thing. You should see how many skeletons she's already articulated! Poor kid gets so sulky when she has to leave her anatomy scrolls and her bones too. I...heh. Maybe it's a foolish plan, but I'm hoping that if she has an indestructible skull to play with wherever she goes, she'll feel more comfortable leaving her room and trying to make friends."
Sha Wujing had grimaced at this.
"It...may scare away other children rather than bring them closer, big brother."
The little monkey yao had looked sad, and agreed. But his face then grew mischievous. While it was true many children were frightened by skulls, he had been the "official" grandpa for generations of Mt. Huaguo simians. He was well versed in how morbid the little rascals could be. The skull might scare some away, but it was equally likely that many would declare it "cool."
Sha Wujing, as true to the amicable personality he had developed over the course of the journey now as he had been then, had eventually agreed that there shouldn't be too much harm in at least trying to see if having such a strange comfort object might help Yuebei Xing out of her shell. There was no denying how much the Monkey King and his religious brothers loved her. But that didn't erase how she had had to spend her infancy in a semi-quarantine, or the frightened looks that visiting yaoguai and immortals often shot Yuebei Xing's way, or the years that her siblings had, behind their father's back, snubbed her tentative first efforts to play with them, angry as only children could be at her for taking up so much of their father's attention.
Sun Wukong, so Sha Wujing knew, had been horrified when he first learned how his other children had acted even though he had, repeatedly, tried to explain as well as he could that it wasn't Yuebei Xing's fault that she had needed so much attention and care. As for the frightened and sometimes even disgusted looks that she got, he found them insulting and outright ridiculous. After all, as the Buddha Victorious in Strife had more than once declared, if yaoguai could come in every form from a pig man to a stone monkey to a bug with nine heads without any of their kind so much as blinking at this variety, why should his own darling daughter be considered even the slightest hint of strange?
Sha Wujing, covered in blue scales and sporting a long red beard and protruding, fishy eyes as he did, was inclined to agree. But it was hard to look at Yuebei Xing and not think there was something at least a little off about her. Sha Wujing had a better idea why than most others. Her birth had been something he, even with his long history of violence, couldn't forget.
Most of Sun Wukong's children had come into the world purely by accident and the forces of chaos, starting with Princess Iron Fan suddenly announcing the Monkey King had somehow managed to get her pregnant by jumping around inside her stomach to the very stone Sun Wukong had emerged from one day popping out a few more little monkeys. Yuebei Xing had been the first one of his children that Sun Wukong had really planned for, deliberately downing a cup from the Child-Mother River and joking that he was, besides possessing all the right pieces to bring a baby into the world, much better at handling pain than any of the other pilgrims. Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie had been horrified by his decision, but the Monkey King simply grew more and more excited to meet his new children. He had found endless delight in the subdued panic caused in the heavenly realm by the knowledge that there were even MORE stone monkeys on the way. He had decided one fine night as the pilgrims watched a heavens together that his newest dchildren--for there was surely two of them--would be named Yuebei and Ziqui Xingjun.
Yet just as had happened with so many of Sun Wukong's carefully laid plans, the chaos of life asserted itself. Rushing in at the first screams, Sha Wujing had first seen the gibbon yaoguai midwife, her eyes wide and her teeth bared in anguish. He next saw his elder brother, silent, still bleeding, crying, and clutching what Sha Wujing had though was two infants before he realized that the small bodies were joined at the chest and shared the same head. One of the bodies was horribly still. The other one was weakly moving.
Sha Wujing knew far less about medicine or anatomy as Sun Wukong did. But he did know that even if they did survive birth, conjoined twins had a high chance of dying on their first day alive.
His muttered reminder of this had been enough to convince Sun Wukong, teeth gritted and tears still freely falling, to get up and do what he could to ensure at least one of his daughters would see the next day.
It had been an arduous surgery, but Yuebei Xing had managed to survive being untangled, as much as she could be, from her sister. After making sure that she was stable, the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Golden-Bodied Ahrat had began the first steps to give the small remains of what should have been Xiqui a funeral. In the aftermath, Sun Wukong had muttered that while he knew such an accident of nature could not be considered anyone's fault, he didn't think he could bring himself to even try having another child that way again.
Sha Wujing was content to be a uncle, and had no desire to have any children himself. But he, still struck with hunger for living flesh, could understand the guilt that came with feeling, with thinking, that your body had failed in some unforgivable way.
It made sense that Yuebei Xing, who could not have failed to register the scorn and fear thrust her way, with being something of a medical marvel and an individual who would not exist without intensive intervention, would have developed a fascination with the anatomy of all kinds of creatures.
There were elements of chaos one could not control. For the strong, there would always be the stronger. But while he could not even save all of his own children, Sun Wukong was well versed in how to try saving those that you could.
It had been...
Well. It had been.
Sha Wujing gave his head a small shake, as if to dislodge those melancholy memories and thoughts. Yuebei Xing was still here, and he had a job to finish. And so, having completed hinging the upper and lower jaws and after giving the woven leather cord woven around the space connecting the temporal to the zygomatic parts of the skull a few more tugs to make sure it was on tight, the river yaoguai presented his youngest and largest niece with her present.
"There! Now you'll always have a part of your bàba with you."
Yuebei Xing gently, almost reverently, accepted the altered skull. All three of her eyes were alight with interest and gratitude as she inspected it carefully. Finally, she gave a squeal of joy before roping the skull around her neck, giving Sha Wujing a tight hug, and making a loping bound out of the workshop.
Unlike her brothers and sisters, Yuebei Xing was most comfortable going about on all fours.
Leaning back, Sha Wujing took a minute to ponder on what life choices had led him to making yet another skull necklace, and this one for a child. Yet as much as some part of him wanted to plead his innocence, the river yaoguai knew why he had done it all.
Sha Wujing was now a celebrated immortal. But that did nothing to erase his past as a cannibal, one holy monk after another meeting their end between his serrated teeth. Their skulls, after he had picked them clean, had been Sha Wujing's playthings in addition to adorning his neck. They had been a nice distraction from his river's frigid temperatures, from the many layers of scar tissue that still stung his back.
Sometimes, when he looked at Tang Sanzang even now, Sha Wujing felt a strange wistfulness that bore a more than one similarity to hunger.
But it had, in the end, been his same skull necklace that allowed for his first real contribution to the journey to the west and to the acceptance that no matter how he felt, he could always make the choice to alleviate suffering wherever he went, rather than be its cause.
He owed those skulls everything.
And if this skull kept Yuebei Xing from going down the same path of violence that Sha Wujing and his brothers had traveled?
He'd decorate as many skulls as Yuebei Xing might want, a thousand, thousand times over.
