#resurrection au

[orsinist]

cw: blood

Resurrection

#outlast #outlast fanart #miles upshur #miles outlast #rick trager #richard trager #walrider #resurrection au

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

#In some beliefs it's also said that angels are asexual until they become fallen and mate with humans #spacebubblearts #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #TAGS FOR THE CATHOLIC FANFICTION INCLUDE: #major character death #accidental baby acquisition #surprise pregnancy #author's first language isn't english sorry =P #anime logic #qustionable magic system #slow burn #TW: period typical racism #TW: depiction of sexism #TW: slavery #open ending #no beta we die like Jesus Name Amen #graphic depictions of death #resurrection AU #TW: mass genocide #mythical creatures generator #possible noncon romance #age difference #cursed #blessed #hurt/ comfort(?) #Top 10 anime betrayals #700k+ word count #First written: B.C. and Last Update: A.D.

[earthry]

post resurrection, terzo's having a rough time.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghoul #omega ghoul #omega #omega x terzo #terzo x omega #terzomega #resurrection au #terzo bbg #my art

[viliantropy-art]

Resurrection AU

Waking up in the future after dying was not in his bucket list.

Sonic lived a life with no regrets — okay, maybe dying a little too early was not in plan. Nevertheless, he loved life and the life he led with his friends, he couldn't ever ask for more.

Cause of death? Egg-the-stinky-doctor-man. Congratulations, the doctor had succeeded in killing both of them in an explosion.

Wait, how did Sonic know?

Approximately two hundred years in the future, he is resurrected.

PROJECT REBIRTH: A private project led by an unknown organization, any further detail not even the scientists and engineers know. It seeks to bring dead and powerful personalities back into existence. Sonic could only assume they want living weapons.

No, he wants none of this. Why did they have to take his body?

Inside a cold and small cell they call a room, Sonic dearly holds the locket and defective ring they retrieved along his former deceased body. He is left with nothing but intensifying rage and deep, deep longing.

#sth #myart #sonic the hedgehog #sth au #resurrection au #sth resurrection au #sonic the hedgehog fanart #sth fanart #sonic au #angst baby wooh! #poor little guy (says the person putting him in situations)

[inittosinit]

So he may or may not have knocked out Sun [Resurrection AU]

#daycare attendant #sun and moon show #tsams #tsams lunar #tsams au #resurrection au #resurrection lunar #resurrection bloodmoon #tsams bloodmoon #phantom bloodmoon #lunar #bloodmoon #sams #sams lunar #sams au #sams bloodmoon #I’m sure it’ll sort itself out #my art

[thethirdpapa]

"Father, bless me for that I will sin"

Summary: Father Jim deFroque gets possesed by a familiar face AN: Happy Jesus he knows me anniversairy y´all have a bit of Jim suffering in honor of that. Let me know if you want part 2. Also the art is a nod to a very beloved horror game. Guess which one in the comments!! TW: Possesion , cussing , discussion of religion , mild gore , pain Words: 1,3k

Father Jim deFroque. Some call him the good willing father of the Jesus talks, some know him from his masses, some know him from his not so holy night life. Somewhat he had the trace of a glorious Popstar-Life, but behind this naïve look and the preaching of comfortable lies with the subtle manipulation of giving some man all your money to be greeted into heaven with open arms. Not to speak that Jum had a lot of interesting callers , especially around easter. Some days he wondered if it wasn’t the infamous ministry who chased these kinds of calls upon his neck to annoy him. But , as a priest must, he kept his patience all the way, And it wasn’t only his good willing patience that helped him stay calm during the arguments on the Jesus talks, but also the leftovers from his wild nights . Some wonder if he had a cold that he never gets rid off as they get to hear the sniffing from time to time on calls

Yet , one call was interesting. It came , late at night while he was in the bathroom , taking care of his hair. He forgot to leave the light on in his bedroom , which made the call coming from it seem like the scene right before a jumpscare in a horror movie. The only source of light was the moon from outside, shimmering lightly through the stained glass. Jim picked up, who would he be if not a priest always available for his devoted followers?He was just surprised the call did go to his mobile phone rather than the one he was given by the church for the jesus talks. He picked up.

“Good evening ,May god bless your soul. you are speaking to Father Jim deFroque. How may I help you?” he answered in his usual demeanor. There was no answer. Except some weird, breathing noises. Jim thought it was one of these interesting calls again and was about to hang up when suddenly , a rather familiar voice spoke . “Another day of serving the lord?” . What a weird.. teasy sounding question. Jim firstly had to think for a moment. “Sir, is this a serious question or do you just want to …” Jim started with a confused tone as the voice interrupted him “..No..no.. genuine question.” . “Well , yes, obviously. How shall I not fulfill my duty of serving our shepherd” Jim responded in his usual demeanor. “How are you so sure that he is actually real? Has he done something to prove his existence to you?” Yes, it was done of those callers again. Jim took a deep sigh, deciding if he should just shit on the rules and tell the caller to fuck off, or if he should grab into his basket of “evidence” he keeps repeating like a broken record.

He decided for option two, he does not need any troubles right now , as he did not wish to ruin his image just because it was 2 am and he was about to go to bed since he didn’t feel like clubbing today. “Well you see, I consider my duty and life to be a blessing of our lord and saviour. He has led me to my mission to bring the message of the holy spirit to the masses and redirect the people back to the right path” . There was silence , then a chuckling.. “redirect them to the right path..sure” the voice replies snarky “do you ask them if they wish to? Do they come to you even?” Jim felt himself getting tired of this pointless conversation, but also weirdly anxious. “Sir, I only do what I must, not what I decide is the solution” . The voice snickered at that. “Im sure they’ll appreciate you” . That was when the call ended. Leaving Jim with the phone in his hand, starring at the screen of the suppressed number. Jim found this weird, but nothing shocking. And decided to go to bed, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out to get him.

Jim didn’t have the most pleasant dream either, a rather short figure appearing in his dream only to laugh at him. As he stepped closer to the figure he got to see their face, it was familiar face paint what burned itself into his memory. The unmatched eyes, it was like he has seen them before. Why was this haunting him?  But that wasn’t the worst of it all. As the figure stepped closer, He was revealing his horns, and the ground beneath Jim was burning. They just watched him on fire, waving even a little with a smile he didn’t know was meant to be a greeting or a farewell. The eyes and the face paint stayed in his memory even as he awoke. It was still dark. He checked his watch , spotting it was only five am

The light in the bathroom was still on. Jim couldn’t recall if he switched it off before bed or not so he forced himself up to turn it off. Yet his eyes were greeted with a different scenery as he wished to. There was red paint on his mirror, spelling the word Sinner. Now that was the final straw to get the faithful man out of his calm demeanor. He inspected the paint, but the paint turned it out to be blood.

Firstly Jim went to check his locks and windows, in case someone wanted to pull a prank on him. But all locked and closed. Which was weird. To say the least. “Holy Father have mercy on my soul…” Jim whispered under his breath. And the plead was replies with a chuckling. The same as on the call. Jim shook his head, refusing to let his mind trick him. He started to consider that these were the after effects of his last trip. As he stood in front of the mirror with disbelief the light switched off.

Jim unintentionally screamed. Not sure if it was the shock  or the fact that everything what was going on seemed out of a horror movie. He prayed quietl under his breath, pinched himself even to wake himself up from this nightmare. Pleading to whoever was listening to stop his madness. “No, No” it sounded behind him. Jim gulped  and turned around to the noise,  (He felt incredibly stupid for acting like a horror movie protagonist in this situation) and spotted the man from his dreams sit there. Didn’t they say he was dead? Decaptivated even? And of course he had horns. He smirked at Jim. “So ..Are you still on the right path?, Father?" He asked while looking absent minded towards the wall . “What a stupid question, of course I am. What do you want, my soul? “ Jim yelled hysterically , losing his demeanor. Why was he tormenting him like that?

The man stood up. He didnt answer his question but was smirking even brighter. “Lets see how he can save you now from that” he replied, with that he revealed his horns and wings. He snapped his finger and a burning pain claimed Jim´s chest. The father screamed for mercy. To anyone that would listen to help him. “Burn in hell you--…” Jim went quiet. He felt something shift, enter his mind and spread inside him like poison , no prayers would save him now. And he was simply not qualified for an exorcism on himself and way too panicked to continue. Jim felt his faith fade, along with his mind.  No matter how hard he tried to stay and not let the evil take him over, it was too late for salvation. The begs of mercy faded slowly. His tortured expression turned into one of satisfaction

Father Jim was no more, his smile was not his own, his eyes always overshadowed with the omnipresent glow of his red eyes. Jim slowly got up, groaning from his floor. Facing his new form in the mirror. A bright smile painted his face and he chuckled. A weird dark red substance trickled from his mouth and eyes , and his iris were black along.

And with that the beloved father was gone , buried deep beneath the shadows of the possesion , locked in the dark of his mind.

#ghost band #papa emeritus iii #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #jim defroque #father jim defroque #jesus talk #jesus he knows me #resurrection au #possesion #tw possession #tw blood mention #tw injury #tw pain #pain tw #injury tw #resurrected terzo #demon terzo hehe #also the art is a nod to a horror game #comment which one you think it is hehe #PSPSPSPS

[ghcstcd]

I think it’d be fun if, when truly enraged, Terzo’s ichor boiled and bubbled from his throat scar.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus lll #papa iii #ghart #ghost fanart #ghost resurrection au #resurrection au #Terzo is the current blorbo and I adore him and everyone else in this satanic family #ghcstcd

[inkymaw]

a little thing based on @waricka's resurrection AU (specifically this post) 🖤🖤 ⛧ [twitt] ⛧[insta] ⛧  

#my art #waricka #resurrection AU #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo emeritus #terzo #copia #cardinal copia #popia #cw: blood #this au is so beautifully heartbreaking i adore it #terzo being tormented by flashes of his past life and what happened to him... OWIE! #ghost #ghost fanart #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band

[blackbird5154]

You are stronger than that, Terzo

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Well, I'm in too. This one is for @waricka.

#resurrected!terzo #resurrection au #cause we need more angst with him #we don't have enough jet #ghost headcanons #the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus #papa emeritus 3 #ghost #terzo #ghost fanart

[orsinist]

[Resurrection AU where Miles resurrected Trager after the Whistleblower events]

they're so silly

#outlast #miles outlast #miles upshur #richard trager #rick trager #outlast fanart #tragshur #walrider!miles #resurrection au

[fat-butch-dyke]

First page in the sketchbook dedicated to stoner Atem and Bakura-

(For @chloelouygo 💜)

#atem #yugioh #bakura #thief king bakura #resurrection au #ressurection and redemption au #yugioh fanart #ryou bakura #gemshipping #casteshipping #if you squint- #i am in love them #so much hhhhhh #i have so many thoughts about them

[earthry]

having thoughts about omega and terzo post resurrection, omega becoming very overprotective and almost never leaving his side. most sisters and brothers of sin give him a very wide berth because of the growling and hisses he gives off if they even look at terzo. after a few months he calms a little but still keeps a close watch. 

at night he holds terzo in his arms safe and snug and quietly tells him that he’ll never let anything happen to him ever again.  

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghouls #omega ghoul #omega #terzo #terzomega #terzo x omega #omega x terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa 3 #headcanons #resurrection au

[mypersonalships]

So I illustrated it.

#frason #fanart #freddy vs jason #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #nightmare on elm street #friday the thirteenth #slashers #slasher fandom #modern au #human au #resurrection au #*snatches reboot jasons hair* #otherwise they’re mostly canon to just the 80s #though it felt legit weird giving Jason a phone #dw he only uses it to call his mom

[prismatica-the-strange]

Once Upon a Time Resurrection AU

Felix wakes up in a field with a group of other people from the Enchanted Forest.

The last thing he remembers is Pan, his best friend, the person he trusted and respected most, ripping out his heart and crushing it in front of him.

The people around him are giving him weird looks and glares, they know who he was allied with, they don't trust him, it's been so long since he's felt this alone in a crowd of people.

He looks terrified, unable to move, reliving his death over and over in his head. Until someone steps forward, a girl, Ruby, she looks worried.

She comes closer, asking if he's okay. He panics, quickly backing away only to trip over his own feet and fall to the ground.

He doesn't trust her, he can't. If he can't trust Pan, his oldest and closest friend, how could he possibly be expected to trust anyone else?

She stops a few feet away, giving him space, space he uses to scramble to his feet and take off into the woods. He can survive on his own, it wouldn't be his first time he's had to.

It seems Ruby had told Snow and David about him and the annoying heroes refuse to leave him be.

Even after taking back their castle they make a point to venture out to where he's set up camp to check in on him. He tells them to leave him alone but they don't. They bring him food, warm clothes, medical supplies, even if he won't take them they leave it there.

Jiminy stops by in case he wants to talk and usually has to dodge some swatting hand, but refuses to give up on him.

It takes time, most of the year they spend in the Enchanted forest, but he starts to come around, starts to let people care about him, a weary trust beginning to blossom between himself and the group of heroes.

Then he wakes up, warm and comfortable in a soft bed. He doesn't know where he is and the last thing he remembers is Pan, his best friend, the person he trusted and respected most, ripping out his heart and crushing it in front of him.

Everything around him is unfamiliar, even the clothes he's wearing. Not his normal worn tunic and cloak, but soft pants and a grey broken in tee shirt.

He cautiously climbs out of the deceivingly safe feeling bed, hardwood floor cold beneath his feet. The room is sparsely decorated, a few crooked posters and a corkboard littered with paper hang on the blue walls, and a strange device sits on a cluttered desk in the corner by the window.

He takes a moment to glance over the corkboard, they're drawings, his drawings, from the notebook he kept in Neverland. Pencil sketches of lost boys and coves and... Pan. He tears that one down, ripping it into the smallest pieces he can manage, letting the litter the floor.

He dares a peak through the door, opening it just slightly to see what's lying beyond.

Fairies. Various women he knows to be Fairies rush around, confused and buzzing around like a beehive. Until one catches him, Blue notices him watching and he quickly snaps the door shut, hurriedly locking it.

She knocks asking if he's okay and if he needs help. He doesn't answer, throwing open the window. They're on the third floor, no easy way down, too far to jump. He's stuck for now.

He sits below the window, knees pulled to his chest, eyes fixated on the crack beneath the door where Blue's shadow waits.

She has to have the key, he doesn't understand why she doesn't use it. She's waiting for him, letting him choose to come out. When she saw him he looked so scared. She knows the price Pan had to pay to enact his curse.

She asks again, if he's alright, if he needs anything and gets no answer.

The convent is constantly abuzz with energy and movement. He hears the voices of fairies and other parentless children that take refuge there.

He sits there for four days. There are periodic knocks at his door and someone sets a plate of food beside it, taking the ones left before, but he never opens it, never touches it. Even though he can feel his hunger gnawing at him.

Then one day there's a different voice, it's soft and warm. The voice of Snow White. She reassures him, comforts him through the wood, the earnestness in her voice touches him in a way he didn't know he could still feel. Urging him to open the door, to let them help him.

He does. He's gaunt, ghost-like, hands shaking and he hugs himself, staring at the floor. He'd rather face whatever is coming that waste away in a prison cell.

Snow moves to wrap a blanket around his shoulder, freezing when he flinches. Those grey eyes wide, full of fear and a lifetime of unshead tears. It breaks her heart.

"It's okay, you're safe now."

#felix ouat #Resurrection au #once upon a time #prisma writes #ugly Duckling #felix once Upon a time #ouat

[thethirdpapa]

Just a thought that I discussed with @artistic-heartbeat :3 garden time for resurrected terzo

#sketch #Just a lil idea #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #ghost bc #ghost the band #papa emeritus terzo #terzo emeritus #He loves gardening now :3 #Resurrected Terzo #Resurrection au #artists on tumblr

[rattleroze]

Mushy May Day 13 -- Comfort After a Nightmare

Ever since Death Day, Dew has periodically had nightmares. On particularly bad occasions, he shuns comfort from within his pack and instead goes slinking off to one place he can be certain few of them have the guts to come looking for him. Unfortunately, in his haste, he forgot that his favorite hiding spot is no longer vacant, and is now occupied by someone who may know him better than almost anyone.

There’s Plot to this one

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@forlorn-crows

#mushy may #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #dewdrop ghoul #resurrection au #ghost fanfic #hurt/comfort