#oc deathwish

[dovesick]

fluffy playing guitar

[dreamyren]

recently had a dream that there was an early 2000s horror-thriller movie based on an MCR song and had that MCR song in its dramatic climax, it was about a girl who comes back as a revenant to unveil the dark secrets of the rich family who killed her in a small suburban town ❤️🖤

(the song was ‘it’s not a fashion statement it’s a deathwish’ btw)

[flippythegodzilla]

Happy pride month everyone I know it’s almost over and I’m way late but lots of things have been busy on my end

So to celebrate it I’m going to put a poll up for my puss in boots and the city of immortals

In my fic there are two pairing, the separated lovers deathpuss and the two badass lady friends of Antonio/puss both falling in love while on the journey. I’m wondering which one you like so far in the fic!

[wraithdolll]

u can tell these r OLD old bc i was doing like. the weird thing w the rainwing eyebrow ridges where it like defied bone structure idk anyways

all these designs r def not going to be current but i think its fun i had this many ocs

HERES WHAT I REMEMBER

top to bottom left to right lets go

toro- originally named bull, everest- the teardrop is a tattoo, neptune- seawing, deathwish- nightwing w a gnarly overbite, voyage- seawing captain, sidewinder- ex sandwing soldier married to anubis goliath- big dumb rainwing, hibiscus- actually starlings cousin and coals gf??, red- idk just some snively mudwing,

[nestedfeathers]

OBJECT OC'S!!

bonus

[pigeocore]

Give me your biggest smile! 

These two are my lion ocs, Ripper and Deathwish, two cute babies with very threatening names! 

[pussinbootsandbountyhunter]

🌟The Memory of Happiness and Love💖

(Something for PussDeath fans to read this half part of chapter 34 that was near based on anime Belle with the song Lend Me Your Voice. If you haven’t read the whole one yet, please check it in ao3 as RainbowMoonstone21 and finds out the beginning of the chapter)

🌟💖🌟💖🌟

…Seeing her old beloved still in pain, Mistress Life decided to let her voice speak her and Puss' thoughts with a song that she promised to her little guardians. It was time to let go of the past and open a heart, that was broken for too long, to heal.

Mistress Life: 🎶 It’s easy to push me away from you… 🎶

Puss opened his eyes in shock as he heard Isabela's voice, surprisingly that he still recognise her singing voice so easily. The more he listened to that song, the more her words resonated with his thought as he looked at Death.

Mistress Life: 🎶 Easy to say you want be left on your own

Yet somehow, I can’t help but see… 🎶

He saw Death's eyes widened as he also thought that he was listening to Isabela's voice for the first time in a very long time.

Mistress Life: 🎶 How your eyes shy away

Your hands seal the entrance and path to your heart… 🎶

Death clenched his chest where his locket was as he listened to his old true love’s beautiful singing voice.

Mistress Life: 🎶 Anger kept fear and the sadness you feel… 🎶

Puss then noticed something strange. Two roses, one big dark blue and one small red were glowing like candles with golden light. Before he could question it a group of fireflies picking those roses out of the bush and flew towards them before placing them each. The red one on Puss' hat while the dark blue one on Death's torso.

Mistress Life: 🎶 Under the surface for so long

Locked that room, you keep it inside… 🎶

They then started circling them around until they flew towards deeper into the forest but before stopping themselves as they wanted Puss and Death to follow them. As a curious cat he was Puss did that and tugged Death's hand to go with him. Reluctantly he followed, although he couldn't deny that he was curious also as well.

The bunnies and foxes were behind the trees as they watched the pair goes deeper while the mice and Mistress Life followed them that lead the others do the same. They followed the fireflies through a near darker woods, under a twisted tree that reminded them of a bridge.

The path was dark and only the fireflies lighten up until something was shimmering in front of Puss and Death. It was getting brighter as they were heading closer. Once they were out of woods they were mesmerized of what they saw.

Mistress Life: 🎶 Lend me your voice

Words you try so hard to forget

They’ll break through the silence

Bring me close

Let me see the past you regret

Deep down below

Show it all… 🎶

In front of them, there was a beautiful secret garden with a lake that spakled under the moonlight and stars, a waterfall cascading near a huge tree that bloomed with beatiful flowers. Both Puss and Death were awestruck by breathtaking view. They fireflies were dancing, making the scenery more magical. That was when Puss realized as he gazed at the scene of this was just like Death's sewing quote.

It seemed like Death thought it as well as he started to say those words. “The two fireflies goes under the tree that looked like a bridge, dancing around together as they twirl into the dark forest that light up everything they passed by.” Death tried not to cry as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Mistress Life couldn’t believe it either. “And when they head to the great tree that was near to the waterfall, they got all the woodland creatures sang a song about the wishing star that restored happily ever after...” He didn't finish it as if there was one part still missing.

Puss decided to help as he outstretched his hands towards wolf. Slowly, Puss sees the memories flowing through him as he saw himself and Death having those good and bad times that was worth creating. The cat was afraid of the wolf for taking his last life that he burned all eight, but now he was brave to help him when he knew now that a handsome man with blue eyes was Death himself as they got to know each other as they journey through the seven seas and trying to protect each other from danger.

Mistress Life: 🎶 It’s not so hard, living all by yourself

It isn’t hard, yes, I know that’s what you’ll say… 🎶

Death hesitated at first, but Puss didn't give up as he get closer still with hands towards him. Suddenly, Death saw those memories of his old self and Isabela that slowly turned into what he was now and Puss when they shared those good and bad times that somehow filled him with joy as he laughed at those funny moments that he no idea he made those moments happened during the journey he ventured.

He finally give in as grabbed cat's paw and started dancing with him. At first, it was awkward due to their height differences without a table or a chair to enjoy this moment they were sharing. They looked like adult dancing with a child, but then Puss was lifted from ground that was created by golden stardust with each step he made until he reached to Death’s height looking straight at his ruby eyes. Soon, Death followed behind as they both danced in the air with stars and rose petals around them.

The woodland creatures watched on as Mistress Life smiled at the two, she felt like Death and Puss were meant to be together which she doesn’t mind at all as they were lost in where they were supposed to go in life that the universe gave them. Forbidden or not, this was true love.

Puss and Death didn't question as they were lost each other eyes as they felt the love in the air between two lost souls they were all these years of life.

🌟Puss could only see Death’s ruby eyes that show shyness when it comes to love but also have hope to fill the heart with joy.

And Death could also see in Puss’ emerald eyes that was full of curiosity about the wonder around him that would share kindness and stay true to himself.💖

Mistress Life: 🎶 It’s what you have told yourself

Over and over again in darkness

You try to hold back all the thoughts… 🎶

It was like a dream. So beautiful and so enchanting. Memories of them first met, first and second battle, first adventure together, first kiss, everything… they had no idea that they would come this far like what they were having now and that… they would never forget those good and bad times they spend with or without their friends.

Puss and Death were like under a spell once they looked at each other’s eyes as they leaned closer. However, Death then hesitated as he backed a little with eyes closed looking nervous.

Puss was surprised, nevertheless he smiled as he found his lobo’s shyness adorable. He pressed his head onto his to give encouragement and comfort. Death opened his eyes as he felt the presence, he then put his paw around his gato as he was giving him a hug.

Mistress Life: 🎶 But you know, I just want you as you are

Just the you that I see right before me

It’s all that has been on my mind… 🎶

They stayed like that for a bit until they pulled away just to look at each other's eyes that sparkled from the stars reflection around them.

But then Death placed his paw on Puss cheek softly as he quote final part. “And finally, they slept until the stars that created two creatures kissing in the secret garden.” He said with a smile and Puss returned the same as he place his paw on Death’s. After he said it, the wolf also replied. “Thank you for everything, Puss. I’d never come this far without you to be there for me than just your friends.”

Puss smiled softly, “I thank you for showing me what life truly meant that I could wish for. And that I am glad that you’re there for me when I truly need it after all these time… Agustín.”

They gazed at each other’s eyes before they slowly leaned closer with eyes fluttering closed until they placed their lips with a true love's kiss they have truly missed.

Mistress Life: 🎶 Lend me your voice

Let me see your face, let me start

To show you what I see

Bring me close

Let me feel the beat of your heart

The secret you bury… 🎶

Mistress Life gazed at the couple before looking at her four guardians who looked up at the two, she smiled before finishing her song and left the pair to have their moment together under the stars and moonlight.

Mistress Life: 🎶 Lend me your voice

Anything you want to say, I’ll be right here

I’ll listen so tell me

Open the door

Let me come and sit by the fire

Just let me come close

To your heart… 🎶

Puss and Death pulled away from the kiss before they embrace again as the stars shines above them, they both agreed that this was the best night ever for them to share the moment alone…

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@animalartist18 @jaybutnotthebird @theoriginalkittypet @wolveswarrior124 @friku8706

(Please love, comment and reblog this. And maybe tag your friends who love love to read this. And the art belongs to DisneyFriend)

[no-schedule-crepescule]

I’ve just realized that I’ve never posted this art on Tumblr before so everybody behold, my first comic from a while ago.

[transingthoseformers]

Something clicked while I was in the store but: Hazard and Swindle, right? I was thinking a lot about Hazard in "The only thing left is to accept things as they come" and I remembered the line Starscream said about Hazard asking Swindle to buy something for them (likely less than legally).

It'd be so damn funny if Swindle is just about the only mech who's on good terms with Hazard. When the Hustle docked onto the Nemesis and those two saw each other, they had a same brain moment of "Oh I can use you". I mean Hazard initially probably put Swindle in the possible test subject category, and Swindle probably just saw another possible customer. But after an exchange of some fun samples these opportunists clicked.

Swindle's over abundance of people skills makes up up for Hazzie's lack of such, they're around the same size (though Hazard is slightly shorter), and an evil part of me wants to say even Tarn is a little wary of Hazard at first (reason: Haz has not an ounce of fear in their frame, them being one of the scientists who's a little too fascinated with Tarn's voice, and I've noticed in general Hazzie is terrifying as fuck lol) and Swindle uses this to his advantage bc Tarn instantly registers Swindle as "possible traitor".

[spinogreen0iq]

How it started- oc comic shitpost

Yeah umm, shitpost nr 2 today pls forgive meh lol-

But that would be it for today, imma stop now :’)

Anyway this is Clarence and Cara’s dynamic at the start of their arc-, kinda silly ngl.

And it definitely changes throughout the story, but quick reminder, they are still not healthy aka quite the toxic pair lol.

So umm definitely not relationship goals these two, but I love them regardless.

Cara likes her weird freaky man tho, and he likes anyone who is nice to him so yeah not a lot of standards on Clarence’s part

Also, if u noticed the “quality” of my shitposts dropping- THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SHITPOSTS aka crappy so I’m not doing sketches anymore I’m going straight in with the inking lol (I’m fighting the perfectionism that comes with being a digital artist ig)

[bunnysarts]

@death-wish-heros

Yo i made a blog to share my little hero story, check it out if your interested

[shadowlit-shows]

Art dump timeee

So here's the characters (my babies 🤲):

The first two drawings, I don't have names for them yet sadly 😔, third drawing and still no name for my boy, the fourth is just sketchbook doodles, fifth is a character for a lil something (same goes for the third 👀), sixth is an anatomy test plush body positivity for the peeps, seventh and eighth are Braken, a new oc, and the last two are a remake of an old oc, Daydream!

[eldritch-spouse]

Totally asking for a friend...

Which one of your OCs are the most masochistic?

(Love your work so much btw!! xx)

[You can guess this one if you've been here for any length of time. Thenk you!]

TW: Brief mention of self-harm.

Give it up for the resident pain slut- Patches. He's dead but his deathwish just won't leave. Pull him apart, put him back together, he'll let you do just about any manner of unspeakable things to him.

Don't you love someone eager for penance- Belo can be very punishment hungry in the right circumstances, rest assured.

Pain is a form of art- Shags agrees with this! So much so that he's used his own body as a canvas many times before. You two might just get along.

Pain is exciting- Rei would know all about the rush of a dislocated limb and the euphoria of a dangerously lethal gash, the promise of doom.

[okamirayne]

Face What I Deserve

Ouch, Kakashi…behold one most displeased and desperate copy-nin lashing out in words — or rather, trying not to unleash in action 😬. Bloody hell, poor dearly devoted Gai 😢 …another mind I’d never thought I’d take my rusty scalpel to.

And, of course, dearly dog-tired Genma wondering ‘why tf are the ones I fall for always the diehard guilt-riddled bastards with a deathwish?’ 💔 (noble causes notwithstanding)

Ah, OC cameo of Mizugumo enjoying her new lease on life 🖤

Heaven Hold Us plot beating my brainpan like a drum. Gods bless Queued posts. Might be the last one for a while, as I regenerate lost braincells and energy pennies. Insomnia remains the costly coin of my realm 😵‍💫.

I won't run, the guilt is mine / Too long denying all my crimes / Face what I deserve / Here comes judgement day

Song inspo: Judgement Day by Stealth

POV: Kakashi

Full lyrics 👇🏼

I can feel the floor shaking and the glass begin to break

The air is getting thinner with every breath that I take

The calm before the storm, you could hear the drop of a pin

Never been claustrophobic, but now the walls are closing in

I've crossed every line

Broken every boundary

And now it's retribution time, 'cause the church that I went to

It ain't that holy

So strike me down, take me away

Debts are due, it's time to pay

Face what I deserve

Here comes judgement day

I won't run, the guilt is mine

Too long denying all my crimes

Face what I deserve

Here comes judgement day

Of all the love I have taken

All the hearts I've turned to hate

Hearts are easily broken when you've being made in the shade

I've crossed every line

Broken every boundary

Now it's retribution time, 'cause the church that I went to

It ain't that holy

Strike me down, take me away

Debts are due, it's time to pay

Face what I deserve

Here comes judgement day

I won't run, the guilt is mine

Too long denying all my crimes

Face what I deserve

Here comes judgement day

Standing at the gate

Ready to meet my fate

Cleanse my soul if it's not too late

So bring on judgement day

Strike me down, take me away

Debts are due, it's time to pay

Face what I deserve

Here comes judgement day

I won't run, the guilt is mine

Too long denying all my crimes

Face what I deserve

Here comes judgement day

[shakesthewizard]

Untitled Stormlight OC Fic, pt 2: Shalebark

@cosmereplay, for your consideration.

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One Year Later

“Give up, Sahan,” said Rek. “You’ve got no options left. You’re beaten.”

“Like hell,” she bit at him, black hair falling in loose curls in her face. “The day I stand down to you is the day the Storms wipe this city of the map.”

Rek barked a laugh. “I admire your tenacity. If you insist, I suppose I can indulge a deathwish.” He extended his hand, rushing for her. Sahan braced, then stared in shock – he wasn’t moving how she’d predicted. No, something was off about his approach. It was almost as if...

She swept forward in retaliation, meeting his arrogant dance with a furious attack of her own. It was a risk, she knew, but she had no choice. If she was right, then he had entirely failed to see her opening. With no small amount of pride, she saw his face grow slack as he realized his mistake. Then, suddenly, she had him. He went still.

“I’ll admit, you had me on the ropes,” she said. “But true victory requires an iron will. And you just don’t have what it takes.” With a final blow, she left him defeated.

Rek sat back in his chair and laughed. Sahan grinned diabolically, taking a drink from her cup.

On the table between them was a small, square stone board, inlaid with a grid of etched lines. Within the square spaces outlined therein was a tangle of flat, rectangular stone game pieces, stacked on top of one another in what resembled towers of books.

“I told you,” Sahan gloated, “I’ve got a knack for these things.”

“And I should have believed you,” Rek conceded with a smile. “Storms, but you’ve got a mind like an axehound's jaw, woman. Two games and you’ve already got it mastered.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say mastered,” she said. “But I appreciate the complement. Now, I believe we’re about to open, and you’ve just won an extra shift.”

Rek groaned, standing. He moved away from their table near the bartop while she cleared and stored the game in a series of cinch bags. “Where shall I store this?” she asked.

“Under the bar will be fine,” he said, taking chairs from tabletops. “Open the doors, will you?”

After setting the board and bags on a shelf underneath the back side of the bar, Sahan obliged, lifting the heavy crossbar and pulling open the heavy stone doors. Immediately, a small crowd of low-Dahn lighteyes began trickling into the tavern. Guardsmen, scribes, and minor military officers made their way inside, jackets unbuttoned and hair loose.

Sahan weaved her way back behind the bar into the storage room, where they kept barrels of wine, extra chairs, and spare clay cups. She sat on a stool, letting the slightly muffled sound of the crowd wash over her.

The entry to the storage room was at an angle such that she could see out behind the bar and about half of the body of the room, but it was difficult for patrons to see inside. It made for a great roost on nights like these – when she had no work to do, but had to stay anyway. Tonight was a Highstorm night.

This tavern, the Shalebark Bloom, was also a storm shelter. It was a favorite of ninth and tenth Dahn lighteyes, who enjoyed having a place to socialize with those of their own station, without cramming into public shelters with the darkeyes.

She observed Rek as he began tending bar. They were quite a pair, in her estimation. He was in his early thirties, contrasting Sahan’s twenty-two. Where her hair was a permanently damp Alethi black to her shoulders, Rek had a receding line of red veden hair, kept short. She also technically outranked him, being herself a tenner to his first nahn, but she felt no shame in being something like his protege. When she’d first come to Kharbranth looking for work a year ago, he’d given her a place behind his bar and hadn’t asked questions. They’d been friends since, and he had made it his quest to search all of Roshar for a game of skill he could best her at. He hadn’t succeeded yet.

She didn’t startle when she noticed the spiderwebbing pattern of cracks crawling up the stone doorframe separating her den and the bar. She just reached into her pocket and retrieved a small, rectangular block of flint.

Dusk spoke. “Not going to mingle?”

“Nope,” she replied casually. She took a shallow breath, drawing in a pinch of stormlight.

“Hoping to see someone?” He asked, somewhat jokingly.

She snorted as she coated her thumbnail in light. “Not likely. She’s bound to be feasting with some noble house tonight. Besides, the storm will be hitting any second now. Doors are closed.” With her stromlight-covered nail, the flicked the block of flint. The magically enhanced friction between her it and the stone caused a small flurry of sparks to spill onto the stone floor.

At the bar, the men – there were three of them, it looked like – were still talking to Rek.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Dusk said. “It’s not why you have the power.”

“I never agreed to power,” she argued.

“You said the words.”

“You don’t want me to stop. You just want me out there, jumping from rooftops and performing feats of daring-do.”

“I emphatically do not want you jumpting from rooftops,” Dusk hurried to reply, a curl of smoke rising from the maze of fractures that were his body.

“I don’t hear you denying the other thing.” Flick; more sparks. A flamespren rose up from the ground, red like hot iron and dancing slowly, lethargically.

“As a matter of fact, I think a little daring-do would be good for your health.”

“Well I don't. I...” Sahan trailed off.

At the bar, Rek had gone still, his arms raised in a gesture of surrender. The men across the bar had grown aggressive, looming over him.

Cold ran down Sahan’s spine. One of the men – tan, with thaylen eyebrows – thrust a finger at Rek’s chest, scowling.

Dusk crackled. “Kid?” She was stock-still. The stormlight within her was pushing her up, to her feet. She forced herself not to move with an effort of will. It was like holding her breath too long underwater.

“Sahan,” Dusk hissed urgently. “Help him.”

The noise of the crowd hadn’t faltered; no one had noticed the altercation. No one but her.

She stayed still. “Dusk, I-”

She watched as Rek took a cloth sack from one of the men, filled it with spheres, and handed it back. She could see his hands shaking even from so far away.

Dusk’s voice was quiet when he spoke again; he almost sounded younger. “Please, Sahan.”

The last of her stormlight puffed from her lips. “No,” she said. “I won’t.”

The men, satisfied with their takings, turned and walked out of the Shalebark and into the riddens.

part 1

[noemitenshi]

Masterlist

Here you'll find all the things I create (all type of fics, gifs, metas), conveniently collected in one place. So far I'm obsessed with Cursed and Fear the Walking Dead (which has one common theme, Daniel Sharman). Enjoy 🧡

Fear the Walking Dead

Fanfiction

Troy Otto

Ghost 2,126 words, WIP, angst, sad, exploration of Troy's headspace immediately after the last scene we see him at the dam, what did surviving this do to him?

Troy Otto x Alicia Clark

[Series] Sick like you [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05] Troy Otto x Alicia Clark, 9,850 words, finished, smut, so much smut, slight dub-con, D/s undertones, part one is canon compliant, Alicia is done being the good kid, but then she feels bad about it, cheating, enemies to lovers, unhealthy to healthy relationship

Troy Otto x Crazy Dog (Lee) || Troy Otto & Crazy Dog (Lee)

Addicted to mess Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 185,730 words, WIP, (lots and lots of) smut, fluff, angst, wholesome, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers, watch them turn an unhealthy relationship into a healthy one , also have I said smut yet?

Fool me twice Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 20,350 words, WIP, smut, dub con, unhealthy relationship, Troy Otto has a deathwish, Crazy Dog takes advantage

Just around the corner Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 4,185 words, WIP, fluff, AU - no zombies, In a world without zombies Troy finds a different purpose

Love, endless Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 1,029, finished (for now), unhealthy relationship, angst, dark, tragedy, COMIC

Moonlit Kisses Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 32,750 words, finished, fluff, wholesome, sweet, first kiss, first time, smut, canon divergent, teeny bit of angst, some whump

Paint your body in hues of red Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 1,933 words, finished, smut, fluff, established relationship, wax play, facesitting

Sex Worker AU Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), AU - no zombies, Troy sells the ranch after his father dies and decides to have some fun, includes but not limited to hiring a sex worker (Lee), client to friend to lover, imagine

Soup Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 696 words, finished, fluff, Troy loves soup

Surprise Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 625 words, finished, fluff, Troy has a surprise for Crazy Dog

[Series] The easy part is always hardest to see [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 04 (alternative version) - 05 - 06] Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 42,204 words, finished, smut, teeny bit of dub-con, a lot of fluff, some angst, pining, whump, enemies to friends to lovers

[Series] The melody of sand and waves and hope and schemes Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 2,629 words, finished (for now?), AU - Royalty, arranged marriage, fluff, cute, pre-relationship, Princess Troy series

The monster that brought me here Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 28,323 words, WIP, dark, angst, hurt, little comfort, sad, Troy is dealing with the trauma of having been raped, Crazy Dog has his own trauma to work through, canon divergent, second part of a series, fallout from 'I'd do it all again'

The moon bathes your face in gentle light no official wordcount, finished (for now) Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, angst, fluff, Troy survives s8, saves Tracy and runs into a familiar face - the two former enemies bond over their similar grief

This insanity you give to me Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 29,551 words, finished, smut, fluff, teeny bit of angst, instead of avoiding Crazy Dog after their initial encounter in 'Addicted to mess' Troy seeks him out. After all, that asshole can't just do things like that to him and then leave, spin-off of 'Addicted to mess'

What's it gonna be, Troy? Troy Otto & Crazy Dog, 8,146 words, finished, oneshot, soulmate AU, angst, fluff, pre-relationship, enemies to friends (soulmates)

Troy Otto & Jake Otto

Cozy 353 words, finished, angst, some fluff, what was running through Troy's mind during the hug with Jake in s3ep9 (right before he was exiled)

Troy Otto & Madison Clark

Moral Compass no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), a stab at deepening Troy's and Madison's relationship (really just the beginning of it), a mututal madness

What should've been - Troy's revenge 1,242, finished, angst, hurt, some comfort I guess, fix-it I guess, how s8ep11 should've gone

When home becomes a strange place Troy Otto & Madison Clark, 3,370 words, finished, fix-it, hopeful ending, bittersweet, what would it take for Madison to actually start caring about Troy

Troy Otto x Nick Clark || Troy Otto & Nick Clark

I'd do it all again Troy Otto x Nick Clark, 10,185 words, finished, dark, angst, hurt no comfort, non-con (rape), suicide, not a happy story, what if things at the dam went a bit different - and how will they live with the consequences of their actions?

Sketch Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 337 words, finished, angst, hopeful?, fix-it?

That Crazy Bastard Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 728 words, finished, fluff, Troy had been vanishing for over a week now, refusing to tell Nick what he was up to. Until today

Troy Otto x Crazy Dog X OC

I can't stop imagining hurting you Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 9,424 words, finished, smutt, fluff, Troy gets introduced to the concept of spanking

Lost & Found Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 32,554 words, WIP, fluff, angst, Troy Otto being saved after the dam, finding his way back to himself, fast-burn, 'Addicted to mess' chapters 1 and 2 happened in this universe too, rest of s3 happened as in canon

No title Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, no official word count, snippet, fluff, angst, abusive!serena backstory

Troy Otto x OC

Earn your keep 131,622 words, WIP, Troy gets a redemption arc, major character death (happens in the first chapter), Troy Otto centric, slow burn, grudging allies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Follow me (down the streams of sweat on your body) Troy Otto x unnamed female (could be reader, could be author, could be OC, could even be someone from canon), 5,612 words, finished, smut, slight D/s undertones, bondage, aftercare, fluff, praise kink

Kept 14,893 words, WIP, dub-con, past sexual abuse, AU - no Clarks, dark, angst, suicidal thoughts, bad BDSM etiquette, unhealthy relationship, slow burn to a better place, two broken people trying to figure things out between them, will get worse before it gets better

Troy Otto & his parents (Jeremiah Otto, Tracy Otto)

Childhood memories 2,084 words, WIP, angst, hurt, dark, child abuse, a study of Troy's childhood, his mother's complicated feelings, what happened with the rabbits

Troy Otto & Tracy Otto (daughter)

Reunion no official wordcount, Imagine, finished, angst, fluff, Troy survived s8 and rescues his daughter

Gifs&Lyrics

I will do it again

Who are you to say that?

Asks & Metas

Jake Otto

Jake Otto as a Brother

even more

Troy Otto

...and Boundaries

...and the Horde

...as a father

Favorite Troy scene(s) and why

'I don't drink'

'I'd do it all again'

...in a relationship

'It's the first time I've felt fear'

On killing Mike

Post s8 thoughts

Troy and Madison

Troy's feelings in his last moments (s3)

Troy's sexuality and more on his sexuality

Why Troy didn't get poisoned like the other Militia members

'You stayed at the ranch because you love me'

Cursed

Fanfiction

Empty ways can cloud your eyes The Weeping Monk x Reader, 20,268 words, WIP (though ch 11 is a good place to end things), redemption arc, crisis of faith, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, whump

Madness is a narrow bridge The Weeping Monk, finished, oneshot, angst, dark, no comfort, a heartbreaking glimpse into the weeping monk's mind while he hunts his own

Gifs&Lyrics

The Weeping Monk & Squirrel, AOV by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & Gawain, Custer by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & his faith (i guess), Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons

The Weeping Monk & his guilt, Lech by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & his doubts, The burden by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & Father Carden, The In-between by In This Moment