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[Cedric Barrett] Relationship Masterlist
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July the Violinist.
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This puppet lady is the one Cedric would give his life for. He loves her more than he loves himself - which means that if she’d ever be touched without her consent, that person can expect to regret every life-choice they ever made. Their relationship didn't start off as perfect as people may expect, but still, Cedric would do anything she'd ask from him. Perhaps that is partially caused by a feeling of guilt; but, who knowsssss?~

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PapaGrande Di Magico
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It was a small chance that these two would meet; but a storm on the right place at the right time resulted in Cedric taking shelter in Grande’s theatre.  The rest is history.~
While their first meeting wasn’t exactly without any troubles - god knows how long it took to get that dagger out of his shoulder joint - Grande’s skills with repairing props from
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Pain.
Pain was the first thing that came to Quincy's mind as he woke up. The grit in his eyes, the sickly sweet copper-dust stench of the virus, the metal collar chaining him to the wall digging into his neck... It was nothing new, but he could barely make it out over the burning acid-like sensation that made up most of his right arm and chest, the purple-grey rotten, cankerous flesh speckled by bits of black scabs, paper-like skin, and swollen blisters that oozed out pus and blood every time he moved his arm.
The second thing that came to Quincy's mind was the sound of the crying. Uncontrollable, pained, cacophonous weeping, coming from the ones who couldn't handle the sickness, immediately filling him with an urge to help the person, except he knew that there was nothing he could do. Once the disease set in, there was little to do but wait until it killed you.
Opening his eyes, Quincy coughed up the dust that had settled into his lungs overnight. The clink of the chain binding his neck to the wall made the one closest to him turn her head in his direction for a couple seconds.

"morning." she muttered, her voice dry and raspy, reminding him of autumn leaves on a polluted sidewalk.
Quincy didn't answer. Not because he didn't want to, but because the disease had gotten into his throat and had made him unable to.
Instead, he looked over at one of the other ones, one who was still asleep. She was barely recognizable by now, the virus had taken over so much of her that she was now missing entire limbs, and she couldn't do much but cry and twitch.
The first girl glanced at the girl as well. 
"I don't think she's going to last 'till next week."
Quincy raised his tired, bloodshot eyes to the rest of the area. He was in a rectangular room, the ceiling and walls made of solid concrete, and the floor made of sand. A thick haze of dust filled the room, making every breath a struggle, and making whatever sunlight coming in through a missing brick near the ceiling even darker. In the center of the ceiling, a small crack dripped water every few seconds with a continuous tip-tip-tip sound, landing in a metal dog bowl. 
Every three feet, there was a thick iron chain poking out of the wall. Attached to the chain was a metal collar, which opened and closed with a padlock. Several of these chains were being used by people, who were all in various states of decay. 
There were seven people in total, and as Quincy's eyes swept over each one, he remembered how healthy they had been months before, when the sickness hadn't taken over.

The first one that Quincy could see through the haze was a pale Irish woman clothed in a threadbare brown dress, which was stuck to her shoulders by copious amounts of blood. Her name was Aliza, and she had been put in here only three months ago. Already the virus had gotten to her, turning what was once a beautiful head of curly black hair into a scab-ridden inflamed mess. Whatever hair was left was hanging down in blood-matted dreadlocks over her mutilated face, doing little to hide it. 

The second person, an African-American 17-year-old boy named Matt, had been in here longer than Quincy had.  The dust made it hard to pick out details, but it was very clear that both of his arms were missing, and one leg had rotted off at the knee. Even though he didn't have a jaw anymore, he could still make some amount of noise, and was the source of the weeping Quincy had woken up to.

The third, the one opposite him, was an eight-year-old girl named Tilla. She was completely Albino, but that was hard to tell with the thick amount of dirt that was caked onto her skin. The disease had begun to set into her face, and she had lost quite a few teeth already. Although the dust made it impossible to tell from the distance in between them, it was apparently all over her jaw and neck. Poor kiddo.

The fourth was a russian man that Quincy could barely make out in the dust, but from what Tilla had said, had committed suicide by breaking his own neck on the first day. He'd died before anyone could get his name, and nobody could see clearly enough to tell where the sickness had gotten to on him. The instant he had died, Tilla had used her teeth to tear Hos head off and move his body to the center of the room, where the remaining habitants had feasted on their first meal in months. All he was now was a pile of bones, some with scraps of ligaments still attatched.

The fifth was Anna. Quincy had already seen her, but getting a second look almost made him nauseous. She was barely recognizable as a human anymore, and looked more like a rotted clay sculpture someone had dipped in red paint and left to dry. Her hair had gone from mid-back healthy brown locks to a tangled brown-black mess that hung over her face, neck, and naked torso. Several dreadlocks had been formed in it where blood had leaked in and dried, and whatever was left was so knotted up that nobody could see what was underneath. Her right leg had rotted off at the knee, her left at the ankle, and both stumps were taut with swelling, while her one remaining arm had been handcuffed to the wall and was covered in oversized, red-pink lumps. Her hours spent awake were in agony, and Quincy could barely recall the time when she was still sane. That had been, what, six months ago? A year ago? Quincy couldn't tell the months apart in this room.

The sixth, the one that had noticed him wake up, was a pleasant 40ish redheaded woman by the name of Sarah. She was from Port Kilton, the giant city neighboring the one Quincy had come from. Although her neck was raw from tugging at the collar and the disease had gotten into one of her legs and was close to rotting it off, she was the nicest person he had seen down here so far, and he thanked her for that.

The seventh was Quincy himself, the four-armed man, the medical anomaly. Instead of having just two arms, he had been born with an extra set—the result of a half-split twin—that functioned in the exact same way as his other arms, but they were pointed in the opposite direction. Essentially, it made it so he could do pushups while facing the ceiling, but not much else.
Fun.
He was only down here because his father was a skilled blacksmith that people paid top dollar for, and was one of the richest people in the tiny town that he had lived in. Quincy had been captured and held for ransom almost a year ago, and his father had refused to pay for him. His own father, his only relative, the one who had raised him and cared for him up until he had been captured, simply threw him away because, apparently, Quincy wasn't worth a few hundred dollars. 
Go figure.
Yan origin story
Hey everyone!
So, since I can't upload art due to my iPad being older than a dinosaur, I decided to give writing a try!
This is Quincy/Yan, an OC that just has the worst luck. 

(I know it's not much yet but shhh I'll upload more when I write more)
Update 10-22: added character descriptions and some of Quincy's backstory
Update 11-7: changed some details about food

I'll be happy to answer any questions in the comments!
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Hey hey everyone, I'z been tagged once again!
(by EvilCharlotte , seriously go check her out-)

Now, I must do what has been commanded of me!

Le rules are as follows:

1. You have to tag 5 people

2. You have to mention the rules I gave you

3. Don't tag me 

4. Post dis on your status

5. You can tag anyone and tell them the same rules


The questions :

Q1. What's ur fav oc from all the ocs you made?

Q2. If you had the chance to be a CP, which one would you choose?

Q3. Who's ur BFF on DA?

Q4. Would you give me Nutella?

Q5. If you had the chance to turn into any animal, which one would you choose?

Q6. Which male creepypasta do you like?

Q7. Which female creepypasta do you like?

Q8. What's ur fav horror movie?

Q9. What kind of horror do you like?

Q10. Have you watched Annabelle creation?


1. Yan, probably. 

2. That girl from 'a lack of empathy'. Forgot her name.

3. uuUM- 
@xXNIGHTBANE-WOLFXx
@ so many more people that I just can't remember right now
...
YeeeEEEeee

4.
Depends. Is it poisoned? Are you tricking me into giving you bad nutella? Do you even like nutella? Are you allergic to chocolate/nut products? Are you in the mood for nutella? Would nutella benefit your current mood? I don't wanna upset anybody-

5. mmm...
Hoomans are animals, aren't they?

6. Um, LJ and Papa Grande and Cedric and too many to count-

7.
Judge... Angels?
I don't know, there's not many to pick from— ^-^'

8.
Hmm...
'hush' certainly has a high spot on the list, but I haven't watched enough to compare.

9.
Gore, gore, gore, and more gore. Like, the kind that would get banned from all but the deepest of webs.

10.
Nnnnnnope, but I have seen the sins video on it.
Got to say, it looks pretty good.



Remember, you don't have to do this if you don't want to! ;P
Does anyone have tips for starting high school?
Hey hey everyone, I'z been tagged once again!
(by EvilCharlotte , seriously go check her out-)

Now, I must do what has been commanded of me!

Le rules are as follows:

1. You have to tag 5 people

2. You have to mention the rules I gave you

3. Don't tag me 

4. Post dis on your status

5. You can tag anyone and tell them the same rules


The questions :

Q1. What's ur fav oc from all the ocs you made?

Q2. If you had the chance to be a CP, which one would you choose?

Q3. Who's ur BFF on DA?

Q4. Would you give me Nutella?

Q5. If you had the chance to turn into any animal, which one would you choose?

Q6. Which male creepypasta do you like?

Q7. Which female creepypasta do you like?

Q8. What's ur fav horror movie?

Q9. What kind of horror do you like?

Q10. Have you watched Annabelle creation?


1. Yan, probably. 

2. That girl from 'a lack of empathy'. Forgot her name.

3. uuUM- 
@xXNIGHTBANE-WOLFXx
@ so many more people that I just can't remember right now
...
YeeeEEEeee

4.
Depends. Is it poisoned? Are you tricking me into giving you bad nutella? Do you even like nutella? Are you allergic to chocolate/nut products? Are you in the mood for nutella? Would nutella benefit your current mood? I don't wanna upset anybody-

5. mmm...
Hoomans are animals, aren't they?

6. Um, LJ and Papa Grande and Cedric and too many to count-

7.
Judge... Angels?
I don't know, there's not many to pick from— ^-^'

8.
Hmm...
'hush' certainly has a high spot on the list, but I haven't watched enough to compare.

9.
Gore, gore, gore, and more gore. Like, the kind that would get banned from all but the deepest of webs.

10.
Nnnnnnope, but I have seen the sins video on it.
Got to say, it looks pretty good.



Remember, you don't have to do this if you don't want to! ;P

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Goth-Clown Featured By Owner 2 days ago  New Deviant Student Writer
Thanks for the watch dude.
Will you be a ghost?
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NightFallTheNoodle Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student Writer
What is that?
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Goth-Clown Featured By Owner 2 days ago  New Deviant Student Writer
Someone who doesn't comment, just stays there, watcghing someone....
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NightFallTheNoodle Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student Writer
Nah
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HEAllbeeCat Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :D :D :D :D
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NightFallTheNoodle Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2017  Student Writer
Thanks!
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HEAllbeeCat Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
welcome! :D
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Happy birthday!
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NightFallTheNoodle Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2017  Student Writer
Thanks!
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EvilCharlotte Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
//sLAMS LEGGY IN LATE
//INHALES
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY DEARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O    W    O
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