#or plague doctor knight even

[a-book-of-creatures]

RAVEN KNIGHT RAVEN KNIGHT

[seafoam-taide]

12 for the oc ask game

12. An OC you've killed.

I don't actually know if I have a single OC that I actually fully killed. Lots that technically died, lots that did die but are ghosts,,, Don't have any that just die and are dead. oh. wait. Delivery. LMAO.

my one oc who is fully definitely never-coming-back dead:

but for fun here's another one that died and got brought back wrong but its okay bc no one they knew is alive anymore

[arolesbianism]

I wanna draw oni characters with designs based off of abnormalities from lob corp but 1 motivation and 2 I wanna make Olivia plague doctor soooo bad because the idea makes me go crazy especially with making a white knight printing pod design too but it's the latter bit that would be hard as hell and then I'd also have to make Jackie one sin like legally and I don't wanna do that both design wise and character wise because one sin is my bestie

[gatogore]

bloodborne has everything gay people could possibly want in a video game

- lovecraftian milfs

- werewolves

- mad scientists

- you get to fight a wizard on the rooftop of Dracula's castle

- get to kneel before a sexy vampire lady and become her knight

- get skewered by another sexy vampire lady who holds you close omg,,,

- get to fight big monsters in decrepit cathedrals

- bugs everywhere

- fucked up eye imagery

- moons lookin real suspicious

- get to become an enemy of the Catholic Church

- reject humanity become a slug god

- so so much blood do I even have to say it

- choral vocals in latin everywhere

- body horror and the inherent Horror of having a Body

- have I mentioned the vampires yet

- plague doctors

- women with swords

- plain doll beloved <3

[salty-an-disco]

some more magical girls au stuff

and also some lore stuff:

– ‘The Echo’ is an immortal entity originated from the first ever echo to be created in that construct that trapped two gods. And now, eons later, this echo is obsessed with keeping a balance between the reincarnating pieces of these gods, and is always seeking out Quiet’s pieces reincarnations so that they always have the power to slay the pieces of the Princess that keep coming back. In this AU, this manifested as him basically making the voices magical girls

– the Echo is attached to a mirror; its shards used to make several hand mirrors he can be on at once and is how he communicates with the voices. Has mild shapeshifting abilities as an inky shadow that usually takes the form of a crow

– the Princesses create dimension bubbles around them ala Madoka Magica that change their surroundings to match their respective themes; they can only be dispersed by either killing the princess or helping them find closure in their stories (Echo conveniently doesn’t tell anyone about the latter option). They’ll always come back when they’re killed tho (often worse), and the cycle can keep going.

– Hero is in community college, studying law (it’s not his passion at all, but his family really wants him to be a lawyer and he can’t disappoint them!!), and often does gigs as a delivery boy for several businesses or other odd jobs. One of the newest magical girls alongside Contrarian – name in this AU is Hiro Capricórnio, and his transformed name is Starling; he has a stars and knight theme, and is able to summon a long, silver, feather that he uses as both a sword and a shield

– my Contra design kinda looks like a vocaloid so I decided he’s an actual superstar in his normal life who goes by the name ‘Contra Jester’ — their shows are always a fun spectacle that mixes in jokes and comedic gags in their musical performance (kinda like an inverse Bo Burnham, but with more lighthearted themes) – his AU name is Carter Thomfoolery (actual birth name) and their transformed name is Lyrical; has a music and clown theme and can summon a lyre that he uses to do all sorts of effects on the people affected

– Oppy is Carter’s agent and a senior magical girl. Doesn’t technically has any credentials to be managing a super star and was caught money laundering before, but hey! as long as he doesn’t try to meddle in their shows, Carter won’t sue them :) — was very concerned when they found out Carter was made a magical girl considering how unpredictable and uncontrollable they already are – AU name is Oscar Wilde and transformed name is Jack of Trades; has a showman/magician theme and can use the cards up his sleeves and his echoing voice to convince others to do what he wants

– Paranoid is a workaholic trying to get into medic school while juggling two part-time jobs and her responsibilities as a magical girl. Is very distrustful of the Echo in her mirror that gives her orders, but is EVEN MORE distrustful of the princesses; one of which is a recurring Nightmare she has only barely managed to defeat a few times. Tries to help/keep an eye on Lyrical and Starling, since she knows how it is to just start this off without much (helpful) guidance – AU name is Pamela Noid, and her transformed name is Little Shrike; has a plague doctor/engineer theme, the suitcase she carries can be opened to all sorts of contraptions that creates toxins and acid-filled bombs or guns, can also produce healing medicine (the pinnacle of “I’m a healer, but–”)

[puppetmaster13u]

Oneshot Mini-Ramble One

For This: https://www.tumblr.com/puppetmaster13u/749966584630673408/thinkin-of-several-oneshots-and-i-wanna-ramble

ANYWAY. Day 1, doing a middle one: Living Armour Au

So first off, the world is a mixture of modern, normal DC, and fantasy. Y'know, still large cities and more modern aspects like cameras and TVs and such, but they're run by magic and runes instead of just electricity if that makes sense.

Now if monsters had scientific classifications (not that people haven't tried) then Living Armor would be something between a golem and a ghost. They can be purposely created, or just end up happening from enough magic seeping in an area.

The batfamily are still vigilantes, though the proper term would probably be closer to guardians, and don't even exactly have civilian identities. They've straight up said this to the league after it's formed, but they think that they're, well, not exactly joking but trying to get them to drop it.

No they're being literal when they motion to the helmets or masks, and the shadows inside, and say that's their face. Their skin is the metal and leather, their muscles the same, their bones the magic within. And not all of them are more knight-like in design either. Alfred (and Tim) have more plague-doctor esque inspiration, Dick has archer armour, Jason and Duke more mage-esque designs, etc.

The rest of the heroes? Utterly oblivious, despite the fact that the Bats are for a very long time sure they know. They told them, it should be obvious right?!

@brains-out-rn I believe it was you who asked about this one?

[thisblogcausespsychicdamage]

What Your Dead By Daylight Killer Crush Says About You

The Trapper: You have said the phrase "I can fix him" unironically.

The Wraith: You're always a slut for a good hurt/comfort fic.

The Hillbilly: This is the same as the Wraith but you've also got at least one foot into the monsterfucking community.

The Nurse: You're into breathplay.

The Shape: Your response to the accusation “I bet you think you could fix him” is an indignant “Fix him? Why would I want to fix him? The problems are the whole point!”

The Hag: You are Grim Ghatsby.

The Doctor: You are an escaped Medic main from TF2 and your love of demented authority figures had to go somewhere.

The Huntress: You are so basic I could grind you down to a fine powder and use you to whiten my bedsheets.

The Cannibal: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of getting your motherfuckin' grub on.

The Nightmare: You know what the acronym DDlg stands for.

The Pig: You're a furry that got trapped in this realm but you don't think Huntress' paper masks can cut it.

The Clown: You think that the phrase "thicc" is too widely used these days.

The Spirit: Either you're really into tsunderes who are almost all tsun and very little dere ooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [image of schoolgirl Spirit and FBI OPEN UP!]

The Legion: You apply polycule headcanons to friend groups with the same frequency as BHVR applies Bloodpoint rewards to buggy patches.

The Plague: You know what the phrase "Roman shower" means.

The Ghostface: You are the Tumblr Sexyman lover of Dead By Daylight fans.

The Demogorgon: You are incredibly gatekeepy about the term 'monsterfucker' and you think everyone else in this fandom who uses that term is a fraud.

The Oni: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of revenge and being swole AF.

The Deathslinger: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of revenge and you want to call an older man Daddy.

The Executioner: You're a monsterfucker but you're not nearly as gatekeepy as Demo lovers.

The Blight: You've uttered the phrase "what that mouth do?" more than once.

The Twins: You just want to settle down with your thick trad wife and raise a child together.

The Trickster: This is just the same thing as the Huntress but for mlm/K-pop stans.

The Nemesis: You believe that any sexual encounter you can walk away from is a waste of time. Also you're a monsterfucker.

The Cenobite: You are so kinky it hurts and that just makes you even more horny.

The Artist: You have uttered the phrase "throat goat" more than once.

The Onryo: You have several paragraphs of copypasta explaining the difference between Sadako and Samara on hand whenever someone accuses you of being a lolicon.

The Dredge: You're a monsterfucker who has ascended beyond any petty adherence to human-like body structure. You are not to be fucked with.

The Mastermind: You are Scott Jund.

The Knight: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of JOLLY COOPERATION!

[lovebillyhargrove]

1989, four years after the 4th of July Starcourt fireworks.

***

It's Hawkins High class of 1985 Reunion, held at Tina's house and happening around Halloween. Tina has this cool idea of making it a fancy-dress party, but it has to be medieval, spooky and everyone should wear masks. It's a must. This way, there will be a special thrill, a secret, because people haven't actually seen a lot of their ex-classmates since prom 1985.

So why not combine two events with a little twist? It'll be even more exciting.

There are kings and queens, hangmen, princes and princesses, jesters, plague doctors, queens' lovers and kings' mistresses, all the court nobles, ladies-in-waiting and knights, royal kitchen cooks, you name it.

The house is lit, the costumes are gorgeous, there is laughter and music, everyone's drinking champagne dancing and having fun.

A knight, dressed in black armour, whose face is covered by a beautifully made black mask, and hair hidden, comes to the reunion last. He takes a glass of champagne and stands on the staircase looking at the crowd.

A strange guest, indeed. Tina can't remember who that might be, no matter how hard she tries. No-one can recall his name.

Steve Harrington is dressed as a king, of course, a golden crown on his amazing hair and a golden mask on his pretty face. He is laughing and having a great time.

Suddenly there is a lighting bolt striking outside and thunder roars over Hawkins. All the lights go out, people are scared, music stops and there are faint cries and murmurs.

Tina goes to find some candles. When she and a couple of her friends return carrying candlesticks

Faint cries turn into loud terrified yells.

There are four words written on the white wall.

Is it red paint ? .. Or is it crimson blood? ..

You hurt my baby

Steve Harrington is nowhere to be seen, as well as the strange black knight.

***

*The baby is the camaro. Billy never forgot.

Whose blood is on the wall? Is Steve dead? Was the black Knight Billy Hargrove? Is he a ghost or is he alive? Where did Billy take Steve? What is going to happen? Whatever happened to the camaro four years ago?

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

In the ensuing weeks, Westsimster became a landscape of chaos, consumed by flames, smoke, and devastation as King Wilhelm's knights mercilessly raided the city, burning everyone infected with the plague. The numbers of the afflicted had surged to a point where King Wilhelm, in a desperate attempt to rid the disease, ordered The Tower to be locked down. His knights were instructed to burn not only the infected people but also everything they possessed. The streets were now lined with piles of burning bodies, casting a ghastly glow on the once-vibrant city.

Plague doctors, clad in eerie masks, roamed the area, attempting to study the illness. However, the knights, driven by fear and brutality, continued to kill innocent people, tossing them into the fires. The black death was relentless, and if the knights didn't get to you, the plague itself claimed lives within a matter of days. Thousands of Windenburg's citizens perished, marking a dark and tragic chapter in the city's history.

Within the confines of Windenburg Castle, the situation was far from contained. Lady Catherine Carling, one of Cordelia's ladies-in-waiting, succumbed to the black death in her chambers. Plague doctors and knights, astounded by the rapid spread of the disease, witnessed her attendant confirming the grim news. King Wilhelm declared the castle under quarantine, isolating various royals and nobles in different chambers, providing meager supplies of dry foods and root vegetables, with doors boarded up until further notice.

Queen Cordelia, Prince Wilhelm, Augusta, and Lady Rotchford found themselves confined within the east wing of the castle. As they sat around a round table by the fireplace, peering at a small loaf of bread and a bowl of pottage, Prince Wilhelm voiced the frustration prevalent among them. "Why have things turned out this way? And when can we have meat again?" Cordelia responded somberly, "My dear, we have scarce provisions, and meat is a luxury. Make do with what's before you."

While Cordelia faced scarcity, King Wilhelm lived in stark contrast. Quarantining in his opulent bedchambers with his favored mistress, 23-year-old Anne Matthews, he enjoyed access to servants and the finest foods. Adorned in jewels, they seemed oblivious to the plight outside. Garlic vines hung throughout the king's quarters in a feeble attempt to ward off the plague. While Windenburg suffered, King Wilhelm and Anne reveled in indulgence, Anne even assisting Wilhelm in the bath.

As the cold months descended, Windenburg remained gripped by the relentless plague. Matthias, too, had fallen victim to the insidious grasp of the black death. The guard, bearing a solemn expression, approached King Wilhelm with dire news. Matthias's condition had been deteriorating with each passing day. He hesitated before continuing, "Your Grace, I understand your command to burn the infected, but I felt compelled to bring this to your attention as Matthias is your trusted advisor."

Wilhelm, with an icy gaze, turned to the guard and uttered in a grim tone, "Burn him." Without a moment's pause, he began to walk away, leaving the guard to carry out the heartless command. As Wilhelm approached the door, the sounds of a struggle echoed from Matthias's chambers. In a feeble attempt to plead for mercy, Matthias, weakened by the disease, called out, "Your Grace! Please have mercy. After everything I have helped you with over the years, please, sir!" Despite the desperate plea, Wilhelm exited the room without a flicker of emotion, as if the poignant scene had left no impact on his conscience.

On that same fateful morning, Augusta stirred from her slumber in the east wing. Determined to lend a helping hand, she decided to descend the cold stone steps and join Lady Rotchford in preparing breakfast. However, as she walked through the door to Lady Rotchford's room, the scene that unfolded before her was one of immediate shock and dread.

Lady Rotchford lay lifeless on the floor, having seemingly fallen from her bed during the night. Her complexion, once vibrant, now bore the pallor of death, marked by the telltale signs of the plague. Augusta's scream echoed through the castle as she crumpled to the floor in sheer horror. Lady Rotchford, who had been a constant presence in Augusta's life since infancy, now succumbed to the merciless grasp of the black death.

The commotion drew Cordelia and Prince Wilhelm rushing to the scene. Their faces contorted with disbelief, they joined Augusta in the chamber, their collective anguish palpable. Cordelia's shock turned into desperate action as she pounded on the chamber doors, futilely pleading for a response. The thick stone walls remained unyielding.

Defeated, Cordelia sank to the floor alongside Augusta and Prince Wilhelm. The weight of the tragedy pressed upon them, the reality of the plague's presence within the castle becoming ominously clear. In the midst of their grief, Cordelia couldn't shake the haunting thought if Lady Rotchford, confined to her room, had fallen victim to the infection, the black death had infiltrated the very heart of their sanctuary, its invisible menace threatening to engulf them all.

[determinedowl23]

My own Voices designs!! I wanted each of them to have their own distinct color and article of clothing, which was inspired by @bubblybloob’s designs for them. Individual notes below the cut:

Broken: I wanted his outfit to look haggered and worn. At first I was thinking to have his outfit be like a medieval prisoner’s, but I also added elements of friar robes to go along with Tower’s offer of making us a priest for her. I also made his beak chipped and made it that he doesn’t have the lower set of feathers on his wings (Idk what they’re called- primaries and secondaries I think?)

Cheated: I was stuck on Cheated for so long lol I had no idea what I wanted to do for him. I asked a friend for some medieval outfit ideas and eventually he came up with an executioner and I loved it. He is bitter about his death to Razor. He wants to find a way to kill her himself and will do anything to make sure, even consistently sacrificing LQ in order to get more Voices and become more powerful. And there’s the obvious blade theme going on. I’m pretty sure I had a third reason for it that I forgot too 💀 Now that I’m thinking about it, the Razor route actually kinda mirrors the Witch route, but the roles are swapped…

Cold: I wanted him to wear something an assassin would wear, so I just gave him a cloak lol. I thought that would be a little boring, so I made the front of it look like a scarf. Because…….. he’s Cold.

Contrarian: The obvious thing to do was make him a jester, so I did. The top half of his collar and the color are inspired by Sophist because the Party Crashers brainrot never leaves (I’m watching the Vernias Subathon as I’m writing this post) and if you’ve seen even one of his videos- especially a Mario Party one, you’ll know that he and Contrarian have basically the same personality.

Hero: He’s the main guy, and obviously a hero, so I gave him a knight helmet and cape. The color of the helmet feather changes based on what your Chapter II is (ex. his feather will be magenta during Damsel to match Smitten, and it will stay magenta during Burned Grey. Honestly I may change this lmao) and it’s black in the endgame sequence. He also shifts his cape so that the clasp is in the center during the endgame.

Hunted: Hunted has a torn and tattered vest that’s green to help with camouflage. He and Paranoid have the largest eyes, both because they are always on the lookout for a threat, but it’s more obvious for him and his prey nature. He’s the best flier of all the voices- in fact, he honestly might be the only one who can fly.

Opportunist: Sleazy loser car salesman. He’s the most put together (physically) of them all, and uses this clean look to make himself look “professional” so he can weasel his way out of a sticky situation. I might change his yellow to something less bright, I’m not sure if I like it. I just wanted to make sure his color was distinct enough from Hero’s and Skeptic’s.

Paranoid: His hat and shoulder cape are that of a plague doctor’s, since he single-handedly keeps you alive during Nightmare, and even when Hero takes over the Heart Lungs Liver Nerves™ it’s still Paranoid who’s calling the shots that he thinks are the best. He and Hunted have the best self-preservation skills and best survival instincts.

Skeptic: Honestly Skeptic’s personality was hard for me to identify when I first met him, but I view him as someone who’s skepticism comes from a place of curiosity and an itch to learn as much as he can before coming to a definite conclusion. So I gave him a stereotypical detective cape

Smitten: He’s a bard serenading his beloved Princess! His vibrant magenta outfit represents his love for the darling Damsel <3 His outfit was pretty straightforward lmao. Also, his and Opportunist’s chest feathers are meant to resemble an ascot.

Stubborn: Originally I wanted to make him look like a gladiator, but I didn’t want to give him armor so that Hero would feel more distinct from the others. Plus, he just wants an all out brawl where you and your opponent are even, and if he doesn’t believe in traps, I don’t think he’d believe in armor. Because of that, he doesn’t care too much about clothing. A simple sash will do- a red one so that the bloodstains will blend in. He has a scar over his chest and his eye he gained from the fight with the Princess in Chapter I.

[arolesbianism]

Tiphereth suppression finally complete babeyyyy

[twinksrepository]

Doctors shouldn't be squeamish

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: Blood, injury, almost dying, feinting

Word count: Roughly 1.6K

A/N: You'd gone to Fortuna on the promise of your own practice. Too bad you should have realized that an offer that sounds too good to be true tends to be just that. Hiding in your office as something that you refuse to exist beats down your door expecting to die, only for a knight in shining armor to show up. Well, he's clad in a red leather jacket and you sure as hell don't think he's a knight. Letting him carry you around like a sack of potatoes is a lot better than being made into a human skewer though. 

Chapter one

Hunkered down in the small room with the table pressed against the one door you flinch as another scream resounds from just past the thick wood. Followed by a sound that chills you to your bones, animals, and humans don’t make screams like that. 

Monsters do. 

“There we go young man, that shouldn’t hurt as much.” Opening your forceps and dropping the piece of glass that was embedded in the young boy's hand into the tray. Dabbing at the wound with a gentle smile while his mother watched silently. “You’re being very brave for such a big cut, you don’t need stitches but I think a few butterfly bandages will help.” The boy just smiles as you work, the tears he had come in sporting gone and his mother didn’t seem as tight-lipped as when they first walked into your office. 

Giving a small wave goodbye as they left you felt your shoulders slump, you had left the city to get away from parents that didn’t care who plagued your practice. You’d become a doctor to help people, but in the city, it had started to wear you down. As if you couldn’t make a difference and had felt like you were ready to give up. 

At least until a man named Sanctus had come into the city for treatment and offered you a smaller place to practice. The castle town of Fortuna, and why would you turn it down? A paid move, a practice that already existed in the town, and an offer to be subsidized by something called the Order of the Sword? It was almost too good to be true. 

Cleaning up the examination room, you understood why it was too good to be true. The townsfolk did not like outsiders. At all. In fact, if you hadn’t been invited to the town by the Vicar of said order you doubt anyone would even step inside the office. Or it might have had to do with how you refused to join the Order. You didn’t believe in demons and that wasn’t going to change. 

The examination room cleaned up and tossing your disposal gloves in the garbage you ran your fingers through your hair. At least the pair had been sent on their way before the whole town would head into the church for the usual sermon. Chuckling as you just happened to look outside the window of the sitting room to see a flash of white hair. 

“Nero must be running late.” Out of everyone in the town you liked the young man, he was rough around the edges and didn’t seem to swallow everything the Order said. He’d been a little on edge when you put a cast around his arm though but maybe that was because Kyrie was with him. She was a pretty young thing and the reason you thought Nero was in the order. 

Humming a little tune to yourself as you sat at the reception desk and started to write in the file for the boy and detail the treatment such as it was. The other downside to the town and everyone being in the Order meant you had a hard time getting an administrator to look after your paperwork.

The town was quiet though. In the last six months, you had seen an average of a person a day and it was always for small things. Bumps and minor cuts. Nero has been the most interesting since you left the city. 

While you weren’t busy you could have done without the almost weekly visits from the man Agnus. He creeped you out with the way he stared when he thought you weren’t watching, there under the pretense of being a fellow scientist. Except when you asked what he studied he was quiet as hell, muttering when he would leave how he wasn’t wrong. 

It was then you heard the screaming and slamming your paper record shut since the Order didn't want electronic records kept. You were at the door in moments looking out into the street as people rushed by. “What’s going on?” You screamed not expecting anyone to answer you. 

“He killed him! He killed His Holiness! The man in red!” Holy shit. You feel a stab of panic in your chest at those words. Pulling the door closed and running on autopilot as you head towards what you call your office in the back room, throwing supplies in your bag to head towards the church. You doubt the Vicar is dead but he is probably injured and you are a doctor. 

Bag in hand you book it back down the hallway, only to freeze as more screams rend the air just outside your practice's open door. Followed by the sound of meat being skewered. Except it’s not meat. It’s a person being run through by a blade that looks like it’s been attached to a badly made scarecrow. You’ve seen blood before and gaping wounds, it was the nature of your job, but this? This is beyond anything you know how to react to. 

Movement just past the intertwined figures and you see more people being cut down. It’s a slaughter. 

You run. 

You turn on your heels and run back towards your office as the air is filled with screams, the sounds of the dying, and noises you don’t want to think about. Slamming the door shut and dragging your desk across it to hide feeling a wetness as it hits your hands. You’re crying with the tears pouring down your face from the fear coursing through your veins. Exhausted as you drop to the floor and pull your legs to your chest, praying that you won’t share the same fate.

More screams even through the thick wood and you feel a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. What is going on? It’s like you’re in the middle of a nightmare, a small helpless child rocking back and forth and hoping you wake up. Until the sound of scratching comes through the door, something is digging through the wood. 

Scrambling on your hands and knees as you try to move away hoping whatever is making the noise leaves you alone. You aren’t that lucky. A much louder sound in the air as the wood of the door splinters and a piece of metal like a cleaver is sticking out, wild laughter rings in the room and you’re certain it’s coming from the thing trying to come through the door. Another slam and you close your eyes as the door explodes into chunks of wood that shatter your desk. 

Your body is tense as you expect to feel that chipped piece of metal slice through your body, except it never comes. You hear the laughter violently cut off and the sound of something be sliced. Slowly cracking an eye open to see the scarecrow thing impaled on a sword of a very different style from the one used by the Order. 

Opening your other eye and following the edge of the sword to its master. He’s broad in his tight black shirt and wrapped in a red leather coat that makes him seem larger than life. His forearms look bigger than your legs, but what really catches your attention is his face. He’s handsome, like movie handsome and you wonder if maybe this was a crazy movie set instead of real life. 

“You’re certainly not what I expected to find in here.” Damn, even his voice sounds dreamy. “Now why would a demon be after someone like you tucked behind a barricade when there’s still lots of people in the street?” 

Demon? You have to be having a nightmare. You just have to. “This is just a nightmare, I just need to wake up.” Your voice cracks several times as you move one of your hands to pinch yourself and feel the pain. Shit.

“Sorry Doll. No nightmare even though it might seem like it.” His sword is strapped to his back somehow as he looks down at you still sprawled on the floor like he’s confused by you. A lot more confused than his words let on.

“Whats. What’s going on?” The hysteria is in your voice now as your hands shake while you raise them to your face.

“Demons. Something tells me you might not be a part of this little party.”

“Demons aren’t real!” You’re in full-blown panic mode now as you almost scream it. This can’t be happening. Hiding behind your hands as if you can make it go away. 

“Gotta face the facts Doll. Demons are real, and you need to get out of here if you don’t want to end up dead. Can you move?” Something in his tone is making you shake even more as you press the heels of your palms more against your face. “Guess not. Well, can’t be helped.”

You squeal as you’re hefted in the air and thrown over his shoulder before the man whose name you haven’t gotten heads out to the street. “Could you keep it down? I’d rather not drop a pretty lady like yourself if I don’t need to.” You don’t need to worry about making another noise as you take in the carnage around you before the man jumps, actually jumps, to the rooftop with ease. 

No. 

Instead, the world goes dark. Dante of course gets a kick out of it as he feels you slump and go boneless over his shoulder. “You’re either one hell of an actress or Lady was right and you have nothing to do with the Order. Which paints a bigger question. What’s another part demon like you doing around here? Because you don't seem to be like that boy at all.”

Chapter two

[rexrandomex]

Even the Yellow-Green Team are showing their Splatoween spirit by dressing up for the occasion.

I took a headpiece from past or present Splatoween gear and based a costume for each of the characters around that. With the exception of Rider since he already in canon has a full suit of knight armour.

Blazer - devil/demon/imp

Bamboo - jiangshi

Rider - knight

Stealth - plague doctor

[ravensliterature]

A Life Worth Fighting For

A/N: Last post for today but feel free to send me requests!

pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

warnings: Seriously only fluff

w/c: 1122

Prompt: The war is over. Now it is time for you and Levi to enjoy what’s next. 

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Levi had never envisioned himself as the fatherly type, and truly, he hadn’t thought he’d ever have the chance. Titans had consumed his entire existence until the war finally ended. His days had been overshadowed by a constant dread for his life and, more piercingly, for yours. Even as humanity’s strongest warrior, Levi was haunted by the fear that he couldn’t always protect you—a thought that terrorized him so deeply he would lie awake for weeks on end during the war. He was plagued by nightmares of you dying or, perhaps worse, being captured by an enemy. Now, those days seemed like a distant, almost foreign past.

It was a few months post-war when Levi discovered you were pregnant. Although not naturally inclined towards fatherhood, he proved to be a quick learner. He endeavored to ensure everything was perfectly arranged in your modest home. When it came time to welcome the baby, you both agreed on the name Harwin, a tribute to old friends. Levi was ecstatic, though his stoic expression seldom betrayed his deep joy. He was determined to raise your son to be a strong, principled man, providing him with all the opportunities he himself had been denied as a child. Despite the occasional frustrations—typical of any parent—Levi cherished his family profoundly.

“Mom! Dad! Wake up! We’re visiting Auntie Mikasa and Uncle Jean today!” Harwin’s voice, brimming with youthful exuberance, bounced as energetically as he did on your bed.

Groaning and grumbling, it took you both a few moments to shake off the veil of sleep. “In a moment, you little turd,” Levi yawned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

Harwin pouted, making eye contact with Levi. “You’re no fun!”

“Harwin…” you chided, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, mom,” he quickly apologized, hopping down from the bed and darting towards his room.

You rolled out of bed, mindful of your swollen stomach, and stretched your sore back muscles. “That boy is something else.”

You ambled over to Levi’s side of the bed, assisting him into his wheelchair. The war had left him with lasting scars, permanently damaging his legs. Although the doctors had mentioned he could walk, they advised against it due to his pronounced limp and the risk of exacerbating his condition. It was more prudent for him to use the wheelchair for the time being, a reality Levi had accepted with his typical stoicism.

“How’s the baby today?” Levi inquired, settling into his chair and adjusting it to wheel himself to the bedroom door.

“They are doing great. I can feel him moving inside me already and kicking. They’re strong, Levi,” you said, a proud smile lighting up your face.

He returned your smile and placed his hand over your abdomen, hoping to feel the baby’s movements. The child grew stronger by the day, which filled Levi with immense joy and contentment. After nearly seven years together, he was thoroughly at peace with calling you his wife and life partner.

You leaned down to kiss his cheek before he wheeled himself down the hallway towards Mikasa and Jean’s place.

“Eren, slow down!” Mikasa called out, trying to keep up with her son who brandished a wooden sword with unrestrained zeal.

“He may be our kid, but he has Eren’s personality,” Jean sighed, shaking his head as you all stood on the porch. The boys were playing in the grass, with Mikasa attempting to bandage a fresh cut on Eren’s arm from a fall.

“Oh come on! I want to play with Harwin! We’re knights!” Eren protested, continuing to dodge his mother’s attempts to treat his wound.

“That brat has enough energy. I never knew how Mikasa did it,” Levi chuckled, maneuvering his wheelchair beside Jean.

Jean laughed. “What can I say? We’ll just have to keep that ambition in check.”

You rubbed your swollen belly, watching the children play with a fond gaze. These moments were precious.

There was nothing more rewarding than seeing the boys laugh and interact freely. All the fighting, all the sacrifices—it was all worth it.

“Well, I better start cooking. Annie and Armin will be here later,” Jean noted, glancing at his watch.

Levi nodded, his eyes still on the boys. “Let me know if you need any help.”

Jean waved as he headed towards the door. “Have fun, you two!” he called out before closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Levi.

You turned to see Levi sitting calmly in his wheelchair. Walking over, you bent down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Do you think he’ll make a good knight?”

Levi looked up at you and smiled softly. “Of course, he will. That boy has more guts than anyone I’ve seen on this planet.”

A small grin spread across your face, warmed by the thought of your son growing strong like his father. You glanced back towards the house, watching as Eren fled from Harwin. “Maybe one day I’ll teach him some moves. He might need to learn some self-defense.”

You sighed and looked up at the sky, a soft breeze ruffling your hair and causing you to shiver slightly.

“Hey, Y/N…” Levi spoke softly, capturing your attention away from the sky. "You and the kids... are all I've ever wanted in my life."

Your eyes widened at his words. He rarely spoke so openly; heartfelt expressions were not his strongest suit.

His hand slowly moved up to hold yours, drawing your gaze back to his.

"I love you... and the kids. Even if I'm already tired of this one," you joked, pointing to your stomach.

His lips curled into a small smile.

That smile never failed to warm your cheeks and heart. Hearing such sentiments from him, knowing how rare they were, filled you with an immense feeling of love and gratitude.

The sensation of your child kicking inside you caused your cheeks to blush anew.

Levi's eyes softened at the sight of your blushing face. He leaned closer, his hand reaching for your stomach again.

"Don't forget your own promise, Y/N. I expect you to remember that, but please don't forget mine either," he murmured, stroking his thumb across your belly.

"We will always see it through," you promised.

"And I will never forgive myself if anything happened to you or Harwin. Please never think otherwise," he said, squeezing your hand tightly.

"I know. This is what we fought all those years for," you assured him.

"Definitely a life worth fighting for."

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anniversary stream notes

twitch drops again. oh boy. until may 28th.

announcing new dbd game. what the fog is a co-op roguelite which you can get for free if you have a behavior account for a limited time

year 9 roadmap announced, including:

addressing rubberbanding issue, hopefully in the current ptb

six new chapters, some survivor-only:

june is the dnd chapter

july is a licensed survivor

august licensed killer & survivor duo

december original killer & survivor

march '25 licensed killer-only

april '25 original survivor-only

modifiers in july and september

special event-specific queues so you can play vanilla dbd if you like

adding new game mode in summer, 2v8 mode. has bigger maps, replaces perks with classes. no hooks, uses pyramid head's cages. can only choose from 5 original killers, but plan to add more if it goes over well. killers cannot both play the same killer.

more dlc bundle packs

new challenge system, can complete passively without having to select them & can do multiple at once

inbox system to remove news popups while still conveying announcements

finisher mori changes- basekit but can only use on last remaining survivor. mori offerings changed to just offer bp for finisher moris

cross-progression coming later this summer between console and pc dbd

expansion for the dbd board game, bringing in original characters up to knight

dnd chapter:

killer is vecna. he casts spells. survivors can pick up magic items from chests, specific contents determined by roll of d20. voiced by matt mercer.

killer perk: weave attunement. first time an item is depleted, survivor drops item. survivors in range of the dropped item have auras revealed. survivor who picks up item is oblivious.

killer perk: languid touch. if a survivor scares a crow within the terror radius they're exhausted

killer perk: dark arrogance. killer is blinded and stunned for longer but gain faster vault speed

survivor is aestri yazar. like legion, can play a different character with cosmetics, baermar uraz

survivor perk: mirrored illusion. after finishing a generator, can press ability button near a generator, chest, totem, or exit gate to conjure and illusion

survivor perk: bardic inspiration. do a performance around other survivors with different results depending on the roll of a d20.

survivor perk: still sight. stand still for a bit to see auras of generators, totems, and chests

[shoutout to dvveet on twitter who posted graphics with the perk details! they did not tell us on stream]

new map is a dungeon

new mechanic- passage. magic teleport doors

casting of frank stone updates: it's a game that exists. new trailer.

some bits from the unnamed pve game by midwinter was shown. given codename "project t." play as trespassers in the backwater, fight thralls, shoot them with guns. maybe drive trucks.

anniversary event masquerade details:

pre-masquerade login events with outfits + currency boosts each week

mad designer makes an appearance. not a playable character. will show up in trials with bag of tricks. will give players abilities at start & after certain "points" are accumulated, with up to 5 tricks in play per match.

do not have to escape with invitations to get cosmetics. cosmetics connected to even currency. can also get older masks in the store

new masks for: clown, doctor, hag, plague, skull merchant, twins, adam francis, kate denson, renato lyra, david tapp, thalita lyra, yun-jin lee

survivors can use invitations to go into quiet mode and not make noise. killers can use them to immediately send downed survivors to a hook

outfits for the unknown, bill overbeck, and the pig

dbd 7-piece dice set up for pre-order

CASTLEVANIA CONFIRMED

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Round 1 Match 1: Timon VS. Plague Knight

Timon, a wisecrackin' and smug furry who wants nothing but to relax with Pumbaa, a warthog who is commonly shipped with him. Timon even got his own half-sequel focused on his backstory and character arc, including dreams of wanting more than just digging tunnels. Would be tall if he wasn't a meerkat, and could easily be humanized as such.

Plague Knight, a tiny plague doctor gremlin man with two left feet (literally) and very little morals, who enjoys chaos and explosions. Exists originally as an end stage boss, but was given his own campaign, where it was revealed he has secret and genuinely endearing sweet side through a love story. Can be made gay or lesbian thanks to the built-in genderswap feature.