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In my brain, they’re besties
(no glitch ver below)
Second night in a row! Fucking Mandela Cataloge.
It like 10:40 and my brain is like "hey remember the face of the category 2 Alternates in the Mandela Cataloge"...
@oliveid
It like 10:40 and my brain is like "hey remember the face of the category 2 Alternates in the Mandela Cataloge"...
@oliveid
(AiA!AU) THE DEAL
There are two individuals Cesar is seen with on occasion: the pastor from St. Gabriel's church, and an older gentleman working in the Snakeskin Tavern. For the most part, he gets along quite well with the latter, and the two can be seen exchanging light-hearted quips during downtime at the bar. Going by the enigmatic nickname of "Six", the man seems to view Cesar as a mentee. Cesar likes him just fine The pastor…not as much. To the outside observer, it's unknown just what the exact nature of their mutual dislike is. However, after the reported death of Mark Heathcliff, the strained relationship only got even more thin…
‼️tw for blood, implied suicide‼️
Who have I been praying to?
I did the silly trend
My honest reaction to tv girl being Alex kister’s 3rd most listened to artist on Spotify
Did anyone ask for a tmc dialtown au? No just me?
They’re like if Adam Murray unfused
Good news! I didn’t hallucinate that!
HES HERE
Here’s him and randy dialtown sitting together on my plushie pile trademarked
being a horror fan that experiences panic inducing paranoia fucking sucks like ill just be like wow i cant wait to go watch scary shadow creature video number 74 and then spend the rest of the night clutching my phone with the flashlight on and playing five nights at freddys 4 in real life
‼️SPOILERS FOR ITS NAME WAS CEASAR TORRES GO READ IT IF YOU HAVENT‼️
Some hail true body au doodles because they’re infectious also a redraw of that one post hehe
Yeah.
A moodboard
Ive done it. Ive reached the mandela catalogue number I can rest easy now
@forgetmenautical this dynamic means so much to me
the sillayz.. (click 4 better quality)
i need. i need to write this out. its short canon-based fic that's like. basically spoilers but i neeeeeeeEEEEEEEEd to write this
fic/technical spoilers under the cut
He couldn’t believe it. His slumped figure, the uncanny features of what used to be his face, his screams… Adam Murray, one of the most wanted criminals by the FBI to date, was one of them?
Thatcher, body laying on his side on the carpeted floor of the suspect’s bedroom, stared in utter shock and horror at the criminal’s screaming state, his eyes and mouth misshaped to the point he couldn’t be recognized as who he was before. He had witnessed someone’s humanity being stripped away from them. Just like his had in previous years.
Thatcher put down the camera and slid himself to a nearby wall to recover properly. His hands reached for the popcorn texture and pushed himself up, all while trying to think of some way he could calm the boy, or, if needed, neutralize the threat. He didn’t seem like a threat, however. The voice beckoning to this place had certainly not wanted to lure him for the sake of getting killed. Whoever called him here wanted him to witness someone else’s pain, to test him in his willingness to actually help others. And he gladly took that challenge.
“Murray, kid,” Thatcher tried to speak, his voice raspy from having woken up only a mere thirty minutes ago. “I… What the hell’s going on?”
“JUST LET ME DIIIiIiiEeEEE!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, the pain clear as day through his voice. He tried moving his slacked arms, sluggishly grabbing his jaw and hair in his separate hands, pulling on both of them simultaneously. He even began whispering and mumbling for the Lieutenant to “just kill him,” pleading for the sweet release of the pain he had been enduring.
Thatcher swallowed his fears and began approaching the alternate, hands hovering over the gun he had brought for protection. As much as he knew he couldn’t kill those things, it was a good distraction in case things had to get violent. He’d survived one before, what’s another?
He inched his way toward Adam, the suspect trying to crumple himself into a ball as a way to mitigate his suffering. All the while, he was still screaming at the top of his lungs. His footsteps were quiet so as to not alarm the suffering boy in front of him. His limbs had been stretched out to an impossible length as well as being skinny enough that he’d die right there and then if he were truly human. At this point, Thatcher was sure that everything he thought about Adam was a complete lie.
There was one thing on his mind as he stepped ever closer: does Sarah know? Does his ex know? Does anyone else know?
Once Thatcher had felt he had been able to get close enough, he bent down to Adam’s level, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to him. Slowly but surely, he had placed a soft hand against the disfigured kid’s knee. Adam tried lifting his head but decided he didn’t want to due to how much it would hurt for someone else to see him like this. Thatcher knew it too.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the crying mess, ignoring how liquid the skin felt, how flexible it was now. It became goo in his hands as he tried gripping onto Adam for dear life, not wanting to let him go until he’d calmed himself down. Adam began to shift around a bit before uncurling himself, albeit in a very strained manner. Thatcher noticed this attempt and slightly backed away, still keeping his hands attached to Adam in an attempt of comfort.
“Why… aren’t you running…?” Adam asked, the soft whisper of his voice almost not reaching the officer’s ears. “Did… why? Why are you here?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is making sure you’re okay,” Thatcher responded in the same tone of voice as to not scare him. He had a gut feeling that him breaking down is why he’s all discombobulated. “Take some breaths with me, and hold on tight if you need to.”
With those remarks, Thatcher softly embraced Adam once more, Adam slowly returning his gesture this time. Thatcher could feel Adam’s melting hands searching for some sort of grip on him, finally setting on holding his hair a little too tight for Thatcher’s comfort. Thatcher decided to ignore the pain in favor of helping Adam in the best way he could. He leaned his head backwards to alleviate some of it at least, but it truly wasn’t his main focus at the present moment.
“Take some breaths, kid. Please,” Thatcher whispered. He began to breathe deeply, in and out, in a stable pattern to model to Adam. Adam struggled at first, the snot being sniffled back up his nose and tears running endlessly down his face - or was it blood -, but eventually finding a pattern that worked for him best. His skin began to solidify in the process - not fully, but it was definitely better than before. Adam finally found more grip in his hands and removed his hands from Thatcher’s hair to settle on his back instead.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry,” Adam repeated quietly, half hoping that Thatcher wouldn't hear. Or at least that’s what he theorized.
“Don’t ever apologize,” Thatcher firmly, but gently, stated, pulling away from the boy softly. “You needed help, and that’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
Adam looked up at Thatcher, finally. His eyes and mouth had changed back into a normal, stable state along with the rest of his limbs. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his lips quivered, and his entire body simply shook from the mere shock, pain, and horror of it all.
“Am I… Are…” Adam mumbled. He looked at his hands and flexed them a few times, unsure of if he had returned to his former self or not. “Am I real?”
“If that’s supposed to mean ‘are you normal again’ then yes, you are,” Thatcher chuckled. “However, if you’re truly questioning whether or not you’re real, then the answer is still yes. I have tons of records on you back at the station if you need proof.”
Adam chuckled softly, trying to hide his amusement in Thatcher’s words. He stared at the ground for a few moments, and Thatcher joined him. They sat in complete, awkward silence, though that silence might have been necessary.
“You need a place to stay? Or someone to stay here with you for the night? I don’t want you to be by yourself tonight. Maybe not even for the next few days. And we don’t have to talk about this right now. I understand.”
Adam nodded and began tearing up once more, lunging at Thatcher with a more enthusiastic hug. Thatcher immediately complied.
“Thank you… I’m so sorry you had to deal with this-”
“Hey, again, don’t apologize.”
Adam nodded in Thatcher’s shoulder. He had longed for physical contact for a good while, and this was the best chance he’d ever get at it. Thatcher felt it as Adam tried to get even closer to him, pulling on him even harder and even trying to nuzzle his shoulder just to get that extra sense of physical feeling. A sense of comfort and safety. A sense of humanity.
“I don’t wanna stay here,” Adam spoke up, his voice slightly muffled by the officer’s shoulder. “I need to get out of here…”
“I got you covered. Not too comfortable bringing you to my place due to… circumstances, but we can just head over to the station. I should have something there to make us comfortable.”
Adam nodded and gave a verbal indicator through hums. Thatcher slightly separated from Adam to help him stand, walking him out of the house and to his car. He led him to the passenger seat and let himself get comfortable. After he gently closed the door, he walked over to the driver’s seat, got comfortable, started the car, and drove as fast as he could to get them both out of there.
Thatcher wasn’t sure what to do the next morning, but whatever it was it would be taking care of this damn kid. He already lost his parents, and he’s not gonna let it happen again.
tmc x omori!!?!!?!!!? zoinks!!!!!!!!!! (original date: april 21, 2022)
I know everything about what makes you human.
I've been going a LITTLE bit insane over @psiioniicarts Alternates in Arms AU so I did a fanart :3
I hope it's good! I did my best with the hands
Little Cesars-
@aimdoesart
To the Heart of It
Pairing(s): Alternate! Cesar Torres X Gender Neutral! Reader
Summary: You try and tell yourself that you didn't lose the love of your life, you just have to keep believing that... But why is the alternate letting you believe your own lie?
A/N: Down the rabbit hole I go, I guess. I wanted to explore this idea so here, I probably won't be writing for the Mandela Catalogue again tho - I won't be taking requests.
(I also again do not have a blog for this, so I'm just posting it on my main.)
Warning(s): Angst. Mentions of Suicide and Character Death. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Body Horror.
When you came to see Cesar, worried about his lack of correspondence, you didn't even consider the alternates as an obstacle. There would be nothing getting in the way of you seeing him. Come hell or high water.
Bursting into the nearly empty house, you called his name over and over in search. Close to sobbing at the stabbing of anxiety every second you went on without knowing of he was okay.
Cesar's voice was low when it called to you, quiet as your name came from the end of the dark hallway.
You sprinted towards him without hesitation, arms swinging ariund his body. Enough to make him stumble and grunt in surprise.
Sobbing into his neck, you whisper, "I'm so happy..."
He was motionless before he cradled you in his arms.
You knew then that he wasn't Cesar.
Not quite anyway.
His voice would distort and shake between his sweet nothings.
His form, while sharing his face, was different depending on the day.
He'd come back smelling like blood.
But he always came back, always spent his time with you. Reciprocating your affections and "sleeping" in your arms, taking the time to run out to get supplies and make sure the house was stocked.
His laugh was the same, his voice was still gentle as it spoke to you.
He cradled you in his arms like you two were the only people in the world.
He still wasn't your Cesar Torres.
Just a monster wearing his skin.
It was nice to pretend.
But one winter night, tucked in the chest of the thing you knew killed the man you loved...
"I know you're not actually him." You whisper, staring at the swirling darkness at the edges of the room.
Still sleepy, even as the being behind you twitched.
"What do you mean?"
He almost sounded... Nervous.
"I know you're an alternate... I've known this whole time, the minute I heard you speak." You were so tired "... Why did you play along? Let me pretend?"
There was silence, oppressive and heavy. Lanky arms, that were much too powerful, curled tighter around your body.
In the whole of your heart, you couldn't call him an it.
His voice was fragmented, others interspersed between his soft tones.
"I was curious."
"Knew humans do a lot for their loved ones."
"Wanted to see why he loved you so much."
"Wanted to experience what it was like to be loved."
There was an extended silence and the whispers quieted.
"Cesar's" voice came, lips pressed to your ear. His voice was quiet, "Do you still love me?"
You peer into the shadows, your eyes welling with tears. Feeling very alone at the prospect of being left, arms like a vice around you. But he's still here.
He hasn't let go.
You would not cave to dying at your own hands.
Not when you seeked out the answer.
He knew that.
You turn.
His eyes were black as the void, dark and deep.
Your fingers curled around his cheek.
"Are you going to leave if I tell you that I do?" Your voice shook, fingers sweeping through his dark hair.
He shut his eyes, seemingly enjoying the feeling. Sighing quietly, though he is not breathing anymore. As there was no need to do it for show now thst you knew.
"No." His lashes were as dark and pretty as his hair having used photos to make sure he was close as he could be. "I don't think I can anymore."
Lips still soft as he kissed you, murmuring against your mouth. "You're mine now dearest lamb... I won't let you be taken by anything else. Other humans... My own kind... No one, not even yourself."
You whimpered against his lips but it's stamped out as he kissed you deeper, pressing you into the mattress.
"You've given... me a taste of love, made me... burn for you." He said in reverence, voice stalling occasionally "... I love you the way he did."
His face twisted a bit above you, stretching the features of the man you adored into frightening proportions. Smile stretched wide across his face.
"Will you still call me Cesar, dearest?... Can you still love me knowing I am not him?"
You peer at him.
Unafraid.
Just seeing this bastardized version of him should have broken you.
Should have driven you MAD, finally ready to run instead into the arms of death to see an afterlife with the real Cesar.
In the end, you fell in love with this creature.
All because he donned your boyfriend's face.
Cesar, the real one, might curse your name until you died and went to hell. For falling for the creature that killed him and wore his skin.
But as you lived and breathed, it was still love.
Your hands wound around his neck and you kissed his grotesque features, peppering his face.
He sunk into your affections like a cat.
You only smile.
"Do you have another name? Or will just petnames suffice?"
His cold, thin fingers stroke away your tears while his face morphed back into familiar territory.
"... Keep calling me Cesar until we'll pick a new name together."
You hummed, gently drawing him back under the covers. Body curling comfortingly around you.
Protective.
Solid.
... In the end, you still get to be with the man you loved more than anything so you were happy.
And now... So was he.
Hey there!
I was wondering if you could do a req about alt gabriel with an athiest s/o
(Maybe a yandere! Alt gabriel, hehe)
I had so much fun writing this omg.
Yandere! Alternate Gabriel x Atheist! Gender-neutral! Reader (Romantic).
He lowkey looks homophobic in this pic and I love it.
😐
The audacity you have to be atheist(/j)
He fights the urge to go down and get you to praise him
He is screaming, crying, shitting, sliding down the wall because you're an atheist
(I never said he wasn't dramatic)
Mf gets violent at just the fact that you don't pray to him like millions of others
He will send so many alternates to you just to save you
Gabriel naturally gets even angrier that appearing to you won't work
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(This contains slight spoilers for volume. 333)
The sun slowly set, leaving you sitting at your desk in the dark. But it didn't matter that you were in the dark, you needed to get work done.
You softly tapped your pen against the desk, leaving small, dark dots on the wood. You scrolled on the computer as you tried to get as much information on the missing children.
You had been assigned to help with the missing children but you couldn't find anything. You couldn't tell the parents though. You knew that they would yell at you, saying that they wanted you to continue the investigation, even though no one knew where the kids went. No one knew.
The children's parents were always scared and they ran to you and others for help but you were just as scared as they were. You were supposed to help them and you couldn't even do that.
The small light in the lamp buzzed as you stared at your computer screen, reading the words on the screen.
The loud blaring of your phone jerked you up before you reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?" You sighed. "Hey, (Y/n), it's Thatcher, I need you to come in today," the man's voice asked. "Could I ask why?" You stared at the wall as you questioned him. "There's been a disturbance at ----. A breaking, I need you to come with me and Ruth to investigate," he answered. "Why not go for other officers that can work today? You know that I need to file these papers" you grumbled. "I know but all the other officers pussied out at the last minute and didn't go in. You and Ruth seem to be the only ones that could help me with this," Thatcher replied as you nodded. "Yeah, okay, I'll be at the house in ten," you said and hung up, not waiting for an answer.
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You stared at the large, yellow house as you stood next to Thatcher and Ruth. The car's light illuminated the home, but there was barely any light from inside the house. "God, this place is creepy," Ruth shuttered as the lieutenant stepped closer to the door.
"Probably the reason the others left so fast," you sighed as you stared up at the windows, "if there is something inside that scared them so bad, we have to at least see how bad it is."
"The man on the line said that his wife and child were in the house. When we go in, pay attention for them too," Thatcher said as he turned the doorknob and the door creaked open slowly.
Loud opera music rang through the dark hallways as Thatcher and Ruth stared into the dark home.
"I'll go around the house to see if there were any damages that would be made to enter the house," you said as you turned on your flashlight. "Pay attention to any hooded figures. The man said that the thing was wearing a hood," Thatcher called to you as you walked away. "Hooded people, got it," you yelled back.
You walked around the home, dragging your light up and down the walls. You stared into the house as you saw Thatcher and Ruth quietly walk into the home but you continued as you stared for broken glass. You stepped closer to the window, half expecting it to be broken but nothing was there.
What the hell were the others so afraid of? The guy probably already left and we're not going to find anything. Pussies. You thought as you skimmed your flashlight over a rock that has small, curly letters on it. It read out:
This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and the end will come.
- Matthew 24:14
(This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and the end will come)
You glance at it, looking at it in confusion. That's some weird Bible verse. The fuck does it mean by 'the end'? You thought.
You had never gotten into any religion, ever. It was too far of a jump for you to believe and it never made sense. If a God existed, why didn't he come down and prove he did exist?
You looked away from the stone before staring at a pane of glass, thinking you saw a broken piece. But there was nothing.
You huffed as you stepped back. You turned away for a split second before turning back.
Something moved upstairs.
You shined your light into the glass as you stared at the long-faced figure staring down at you. It pulled at its face until it smiled and disappeared into the home.
You run into the house, looking around for Ruth and Thatcher. "Guys, something's upstairs!" You shout as you looked around for them. You rounded the corner as you entered a child's room.
The TV was the only thing illuminating the cradle and the toys that lay on the floor. The room felt off. You stared at the screen as it flashed pictures of people.
Missing people.
You continued to stare at the TV as the pictures slowly went from normal family pictures to missing people posters and then pictures of two men. One of them in a suit and the other in a sweater.
"Guys, something's upstairs!" A voice exclaimed from the shadows. You turn around, trying to find the person that spoke. "Who's there?" You sneered as you pulled out your gun. "Who's there?" It said back, it sounded exactly like you.
"That's not fucking funny, Thatcher!" You yelled, half hoping it was your friend. "That's not fucking funny, Thatcher!" It said back.
You step away from the door, still pointing your gun at the voice. A pale hand grabbed the doorframe as it stepped closer to you. It was a man, a very tall one at that. He lowered himself to enter the room as he smiled down at you. His long blonde hair flowed around his shoulders as he tilted his head, as if curious about your reactions.
"Hello, (Y/n)," he seemed to glare down at you but he continued to smile. "How do you know my name?" You sneer as you point your gun at his head. "For I am the angel Gabriel, I know everyone's names," he replied as he stepped closer.
".... What... What do you want?" You exclaim as he bends down to your height. "I need to speak to you. For the Lord wishes for your praise. He is worried about your burdens and sorrows, he wishes to help you," Gabriel said and held his hands together as if in prayer, "he sent me to tell you. He expects your praise, so do not keep him waiting."
You questioned what he was saying. Why would God need your praise? You were one person, there were millions of others he could choose and he wants your praise? It made you question all of what this angel was saying.
"I-I don't believe in that sort of stuff. I don't want to praise your 'lord'," you slowly said as he stared down at you.
He was no longer smiling.
"But I have gracefully come down to tell you that he wishes for your praise and you say you don't want to?!" He said in a harsher tone. His face elongated into a large smile and large eyes.
"You... Your not an angel are you?" You stepped farther from the creature as it glared down at you. "I am an angel! Do you think that I am not one?!" Gabriel exclaimed as he grabbed at your gun. You pulled the trigger as a loud bang filled the house. Gabriel's head flew back as the bullet hit his face. But quickly looked at you as his face started to heal.
Gabriel grabbed your gun and threw it into the darkness then grabbed your throat. He seemed to lift you effortlessly as he put more and more pressure on your throat.
You gasped, kicked, and clawed at him, hoping he would let go. "You dare to question my existence and then try and harm me?! You dare to harm me again, I'll make your death even worse than hers," Gabriel sneered as he turned your head to a woman's body hanging in the darkness, only now being illuminated by the TV.
You stilled as you stared at her body. Gabriel finally dropped you as you coughed and gasped for air. You stared up at him, half expecting him to finish you off. "I'll leave you here with him, you should hope he brings you mercy," Gabriel stared down at you, his face a human face now.
A tall, pale alternate stood behind him. It pulled at its face before laughing at you. It was the one you saw in the window.
Gabriel started to walk away before stopping and turning to you. "Oh, one more thing," he walked towards you once more and bent down, "if you want to be saved, you better start praying."
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