#severed strings

[1stupidrat]

Rachel & Abi at the beach to relax my brain~

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Welcome to Sequence Break!

You're probably wondering erm....what the fuck did I just wander into? That's a very good answer my friend!

We post regularly on Youtube, the hellsite, where we put out D&D, World of Darkness, and our primary hyperfixation a JoJo's TTRPG by Christian/AfroMenace.

Currently our JoJo's content is our primary viewership pull so check out our little synopsis of each game beneath the tab!

Yo here's a little elevator pitch of all our current JoJo series for you! Be wary of minor spoilers of episode 1 of each series.

JoJo's:

Starting with Star Road Now, we approach a city called Electros City in Japan during the year 2130. An average city from afar but underneath is something brewing, like all good ttrpg games. Our party is made of: A rich realtor Jojo named Jona, an Irish ex gang member called Begolji, a parkour enthusiast named Renegade, an occult vampire? named Sebastian, and an assassin named Mercury. All of them join together to figure out what happened to Jonah's mother years ago, leading them into something bigger than they imagined.

Then we have The Quiet Decay , a prequel to Star Road Now, focusing in Electros 42 years prior to the first game. The Speedwagon foundation is gathering a team to look into some seemingly targeted attacks on their warehouses and other locations. All the attackers have one thing in common which are these white eyes and black tears. The foundation is sure it's a stand user using these people to take revenge of some kind so they bring on Hidari Hitoshi, a bank teller, Eizen Veil, a horror author, Sen Sakahara, one of the foundation's employees, and Guiseppe Gibson or Gigi to his friends, a young German scientist with a brain almost too big for himself. Together they look into the black tears and hope to find the source before some real damage can be done.

Severed Strings, the next and a currently ongoing game, set in 2140 ten years after the events of Star Road Now. The Joestar Estate has hired a group of stand users to babysit the current Joestar heir, Jodie Joestar. As Jonah's daughter she's expected to at some point develop a stand and with the recent deaths surrounding the family, it seems someone was out to get them and may be after Jodie as well.

Our most recent game that is also ongoing is Learned Mortality. When a signal is received from a research station in Antarctica a party is sent out to investigate and stop whatever stand or non stand related issues they find down there. With the impending anxiety of the antarctic night they have to move quickly and make sure that everyone is safe while also dealing with horrific monsters from the ice.

[meephen]

Pixel art I did for the Sequence break art fight. It shows their character Heatmiser and uses parts from Pokemon sprites! I used a lot of the skills I learned from attempting Pokemon sprites in the Pokemon Infinite Fusion server

[12herbsandspices]

SPOILERS FOR SEQUENCE BREAK'S SEVERED STRINGS SERIES

A commission for Richard in Break Time / Sequence Break of his character Felix's Female Form!

[radonine]

assorted sequence break jojo series fanart

[mudaconstructions]

Maybe the reason I'm so attached to Hephi in particular is how she's the one character who's just. Not afraid to be Fucking Mad once in a while. Her anger and grief following episodes 8 and 10 went so hard I felt for her. I need more characters in media who are just fucking Angry and are allowed to be angry.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[dontblamethewitches]

🎨 alef vernon.

[where-the-water-flows]

canon divergence where the poison kicks in earlier/harder, and so instead of having their Dramatique Divorce Hatefuck Fight in the east sea, Di Feisheng gets to whatever beach he's going to storm the sigu sect/fight Xiangyi on etc, and finds Li Xiangyi face down in the sand, poisoned to shit and barely breathing, clearly in zero state to fight because of the near death experience he is currently, uh, experiencing.

no worries though, Di Feisheng has medicine demon on call. Clearly whatever the fuck is going on here is uhhhh Incredibly Sus, given someone has now tried to murder both of the leaders of Sigu sect and apparently actually succeeded killing 1/2, but honestly, not really Di Feisheng's problem! his problem is getting Xiangyi back into fighting shape and then, y'know, fighting him. best of luck to the Sigu sect but he's different.

except of course he -- and everyone else on the boat, one assumes -- rock back up to medicine demon's weird offsite lab living situation, and medicine demon is like good news boss I recognise this poison! bad news boss it's super ultra fatal and also the poison is coming from inside the house alliance

which is very extremely no bueno, both because uhhh who the fuck betrayed him like this he needs their heads on spikes yesterday, and also because what the fuck do you mean there's no cure, fucking work one out!

long story short: di feisheng spends the next mmmmm several years laying low, maybe kinda faking his death/seclusion a little by implication of dropping off the map after a big duel was meant to happen, while he and the few people he's sure he can trust go right the hell through the Jinyuan alliance trying to find all the people who betrayed him.

and also playing the world's scariest nurse/buddy cop duo to Li xiangyi, who is not yet dead of poison thanks to medicine demon's questionable approach to medical ethics and informed patient consent, is very fucking angry about life, and very fucking determined to find out who murdered his shixiong and made him break the treaty under false pretences.

(and also poisoned him, he guesses).

[shit-talker]

Give me a movie/tv show of Tim's attempts at becoming robin after jasons death, but every time a new character is introduced, Tim narrates a full on stalker description of their lives built in with pictures and a full conspiracy board.

[1stupidrat]

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sTRINGS Q&A BUM BUM BUM

Strings Q&A will probably happen sooner or later. Which meaaaannnnsssss. Get your questions in about each arc of Strings and we'll answer them LIVE. We'll try to get to as many as we can and to facilitate that we're making each arc get its own stream!

Once strings properly ends we'll start doing the streams over the next few months and show off behind the scenes stuff as well as answer the most mundane to the most ridiculous questions.

[meephen]

Just two dudes out for coffee

[aerialworms-art]

Spocktober + Trektober Day 20 - Soulmates

They love each other really! They've just had a long voyage home...

Thanks to @stellucis for giving me the idea of drawing them with the red string of fate!

(Please click for quality! ID under cut)

[Image ID: A black and white drawing of Jim Kirk, Spock, and Bones as seen in Star Trek: The Voyage Home. They are all older than in the Original Series. Spock is wearing his white Vulcan robe and no shoes. Jim is wearing his maroon suit, and Bones is wearing his beige and brown jumpsuit. His cravat is untucked from his neckline and the ends are floating. Both Jim and Bones' trousers are flared and they're wearing simple boots.

Spock and Bones are floating against a starry backdrop, connected to each other and Jim by thin threads attached to each of their wrists. Both of their threads connecting them to Jim are floating, relaxed and looping. However, Bones has grabbed the thread connecting him to Spock and is hunched over, attempting to chew through it. Spock is watching this with detached curiosity. His posture is more relaxed and his left arm is being pulled towards Bones because Bones is pulling on the thread.

Jim is standing in the middle, feet edging over the border of the drawing. His hands are on his hips, and he is looking up despairingly at his soulmates, saying "Can't you two just get along? Please?"

Above the drawing is written "Trektober" and "Day 20 - Soulmates" Below it is written "@aerialworms" and "Spocktober"./End ID]

[lazulirus]

True Nature

• Sometimes, after living among demons for months, laughing and crying with them, it’s easy to forget about they true, violent nature.

• Pairing: Lucifer x reader (gender neutral) (established relationship) • Genre:  angst • Word Count: 2.3k • Warnings: demon tries to eat reader, description of physical assault (demon reciving), beating up (demon receiving), possessive Lucifer, yandere Lucifer (a bit?) • Note: Sometimes I like soft Lucifer, sometimes I like unhinged demon he supposed to be.

The nights in Devildom had some type of charm to them. The darkness in its strongest state was not so scary in the city, where shops' lights, neons and shining decorations make it all seem like the human world. You never had a chance to see it all up close, to check that small shop with a cute bear on the corner or go into the bar that let out such delicious aroma. No matter who you went out with, one of the brothers always dragged you away to the places they liked or wanted to visit. Normally, you didn't mind, after all, all those places were new and fun to you, but sometimes you missed the freedom. 

You knew what you were doing would be met with consequences, the image of mad Lucifer already appearing in your mind, but could anyone be blamed for craving freedom? And it wasn't like only you sneaked out of the house! The rest of the brothers did that all the time… and it wasn't like you were in more danger than them! Excluding Lucifer's punishment, nothing else was a danger to you - no matter how many times they warn you of other demons, no one attacked you during the whole year. You grew to be bold, a bit reckless living in the safety and protection of the seven brothers, even though you wouldn't admit that to yourself. 

The consequences and punishments would be dealt with when you meet them, at that moment they were long forgotten as you enjoyed street food and window-shopping. 

"Isn’t that the human that lives with the Seven Rulers?" 

"I guess? I didn't see any of them around here, though."

"Do you think Mr Asmodeus is with them today?!" The two other demons shush the overexcited friend. 

You aren't oblivious to the conversation, but it quickly vanishes in the buzz of many others. Were you that noticeable? It was rather unnerving, but as long as you were in the main street, nothing bad should happen… but as you chew on the food, the nervousness starts to appear, nibbling at your confidence. Maybe you should at least inform one of the brothers where were you? For example, Beelzebub, Leviathan or Asmodeus were relatively easy-going, so they wouldn't ruin your fun. 

Ringing spooks you out of your thoughts. At first, you were happy, an easy solution to your worries, you'll just tell whoever is calling where you are - till you see Lucifer's name on the screen. Great. 

"...Hi."

"Could you come to my room for a moment? I know it's late, but I need assistance with documents."

"Um, not really…" 

"Oh? And why is that?" 

"..." 

The way he says your name so sternly makes you wince. "Where are you?" 

"Before anything, remember that you love me very much, okay? Enough to make me your—" He interrupts you by saying your name again, and you felt like a scolded puppy caught red-handed. "I'm in the town…" There was silence, then a sigh. 

"Where exactly? I'm coming for you immediately."

"Wait! You don't have to! Lucifer, listen, it's my first time without any of you and—" 

"And that's why I need to get you back home. Didn't I tell you how dangerous other demons are? Honestly, I expected more caution from you after being here for so long."

"Stop treating me like a child." Your voice was laced with growing annoyance. "I just want one evening without you all on my head and dragging me whenever you want to go. Is that so much to ask for?" 

"If you wanted to go somewhere, you could just ask." 

"And you would drag me away from stuff I'm interested in, or we would have to go back sooner if your brothers acted out again." The beautiful things behind the glasses lost their appeal, suddenly, everything became so dull when you had to deal with Lucifer's scolding. You knew he cared deeply about you, but why couldn't he trust you? 

"We can continue this conversation when we get back home, now—" 

You wish you had cut him off, said a witty remark or even yelled at him, no matter what consequences it would bring. But you didn't, you couldn't say anything even if you wanted to - the hand of an unknown demon stopping you from even a squeak. You didn't even have a chance to scream, to alarm anyone walking on the main street. In a second, you were already dragged into an alley, pressed into the wall. During your time in the human world, you forgot how it felt to be in such danger, to look right into the eyes of a hungry demon - frozen with fear, you couldn't move. 

The demon made a show out of hanging up with Lucifer right in front of your eyes, and you could only watch in horror as he pockets your D.D.D 

"Aren't I lucky?" His giddy voice makes your stomach turn. "To find this pretty, little soul away from all the brothers." The way his nails dig into your cheek makes you tear up. Why? Why from all the days you were in Devildom, when you got lost or separated from brothers for a moment, why today you had to meet a demon? 

"Hey, don't look at me like I'm the villain here." He wipes away your tears with his free hand - repulsing. "Anyone here would do it if they were quick enough." Both of your gazes go back to the main street, and your heart sinks. Some of the pedestrians saw you. You notice the few demons turning their heads towards you as they walk by, a pair by the shop points at you and then giggles. They saw, they all knew - no matter if you could scream or not, no one here would go to save you. For them, you weren't a friend, you weren't even an equal, for many you still were a meal.

You cursed everything - how weak you were, physically and magically, how unlucky you were and most importantly how dumb. It was awful to admit that Lucifer was right, but now, you would accept any punishment, listen to his lectures for hours - you were afraid you won't have a chance to experience that ever again. Such a pitiful end it would be, for the human that got all Seven Lords under their thumb, yet they were killed by a little rascal in a dark alley. Why didn't you tell Lucifer where were you? Why did you have to be so stubborn? 

No matter how many questions you asked, how passionately you blamed yourself, it couldn't stop the demon's teeth from approaching. Sharp canines gleamed in the dim light, reminding you of Beelzebub's smile you'll never see again. The unstable gleam in his eyes reminds you of all the times Satan got mad - now, even that seems like a sweet memory. How you wish you had Mammon here to hug you like he always does when you cry - uncontrollably, shaking and almost unable to breathe. 

You didn't want to die! You didn't! 

But your fate wasn't up to you, it wasn't even up to the demon. It all was in the hands of a man at the exit of the alley, his aura suffocating, paralyzing - your heart stops so suddenly you were unsure if you were still alive. 

"Dude, can't you see—" 

The choked noise that leaves your mouth wasn't human, it was more fitted for a small, caged animal, crazed with fear of death. You don't move when the demon falls to the side, a strong magic aura still hovering in the air. 

You recognised that magic, that aura of authority and black wings that catch the attention of anyone, demanding to focus on their owner. 

"How…?" 

"Sam's Bar, the only place I didn't let you go to because it hosts such trash." His voice was void of emotions, and it scared you way more than his disappointment or anger. You don't even have a chance to marvel over how he knew you were heading that way, you had more confusing things to question - why wasn't he looking at you? 

Lucifer completely ignores you and walks past your scared form, not even sparing it a glance, his whole attention focused on the demon trying to get up. Before you can question it, before the demon can beg for mercy, Lucifer delivers a swift kick into his head. You don't let out a sound, unable to comprehend what you were seeing. You just look as the man you love kicks the demon in the stomach again and again, and again - the alley was filled with grunts of pain and frustration. 

"Wha…?" You weren't completely aware you were talking, it was merely a shocked mumble, more to yourself than Lucifer, but in the sudden silence, it was louder than any scream. 

"Didn't you say it yourself?” Lucifer finally looks at you, but your eyes are locked on the bleeding demon; Lucifer scoffs, but continues: “I love you very much, and so, I want to protect you." You slowly shake your head as he goes back to letting out his anger. No. No, it wasn't the man that loved you. Your Lucifer wasn't so violent, he didn't have a smile so wide, mouth slightly open, enough to see his fangs, so unhinged while kicking anyone. His eyes were never so wide open, deranged - now he was more like a wild beast, even something worse that hunts for pleasure. You refused to believe it was your Lucifer, that he was doing that to protect you, the ecstasy on his face told a different story. His shoe shining with blood, the disappointment crossing his face when the demon no longer whines nor begs - it wasn't for you, you refused to believe that.

"Disgusting…" Lucifer mumbles, wiping off the blood with the demon's clothes, treating a living being no better than a doormat. You shouldn't feel sorry for him, he tried to kill you and yet you can't stand behind Lucifer's actions. You can't support Lucifer when he puts his foot on the demon's arm, the noise of cracking bones making you nauseous, him - gleeful. You want to run away, you want to cry as you can't stand to see Lucifer being so calm when he does such unthinkable acts. 

"Lucifer, please…" Your voice was so pitiful, almost unhearable, scared of being the next target of the demon's wrath. "He learnt his lesson, don't—" the last word couldn't go through your throat. Demons threatened to kill you, one actually succeeded but to see someone getting killed, killed for your sake - it was different, way grimy, revolting. 

"Why?" The whines are unbearable as Lucifer's foot puts pressure on the demon's head. It was miserable to look at, but you were too afraid to look away in fear of meeting Lucifer's eyes. "He's getting what he deserves for hurting you, for touching what's mine." Usually, you found comfort in Lucifer's possessiveness - it was cute, constantly reminding you of an act of a spoiled child. He called you ‘mine’ when other brothers tried to steal your attention or time, when he wanted to remind you that he loves you the most of them all - that he adores you, cherishes you, that you were his treasure. 

Now, that word was like the screech of a fork on the plate, it made you wince - there was no adorable fondness in his voice, only sinister ownership.

"Will you listen to me next time?" You nod feverishly, without thinking, afraid to consider what would happen otherwise. The way the corners of his lips raise fills you both with relief and disgust - you knew he liked your obedience, but to cherish it even now? To not see it was born from fear, not love nor respect? 

But his mood sours quickly. Lucifer frowns at your reactions, how you flinch when he offers his hand to you, how your eyes flutter shut as if not wanting to see what comes next. Why? He saved you, didn't he?

"No need to be scared." There was a light chuckle. "You're safe now." Despite his warm tone, you don't move. His smile, which always made your knees weak, now does it again - this time from the knowledge of what hides underneath. 

Lucifer reaches for you, even if your body wants you to run, you could only press yourself into the wall even harder. The embrace was tight, suffocating, with one hand around your waist as he was crooning an unknown song. You loved his voice, how deep and melodic it was, always calm and thus calming you - you looked back with fondness on the rare times he sang to you in this beautiful, soothing tone. Perhaps that was why you were outraged, found the courage to writhe despite having no chance to win, to cry despite knowing even tears won't shake his resolve - how dare he destroy a memory so sweet? Tain it with this filth, with the smell of blood and fear of death, as his humming was nothing more than a grim, incongruous addition. 

But he doesn't budge, doesn't care for your tears and choked protests, his other hand presses your head into his chest, nails gently scraping your scalp. He only hums the song, softly petting your head as your tears wet his clothes, as your little nails try to dig into his skin. You were only a human, he realized, no wonder you were so scared, and though it was endearing, there was no reason to be afraid of your lover. You didn’t have to worry - Lucifer would always be there to protect you because he truly cared for you, even if sometimes he had to scare you into submission. Although he didn't mean to make you feel like it, your newfound compliance was appreciated. 

You would get over it, you would understand - Lucifer was sure of that, as he always knew the best. After all, he was the first to warn you of demons' true, violent nature.

[mudaconstructions]

i come on this blog to complain about strings for the 18485th time and then think abouthow cool hephaestus is and i forget all the anger and malice ajd disappointment in my heart

hephaestus is so coool the woman of all time really