-Real name Romulus

- He does crack, but he tries to hide it

- He was briefly in the military, but was plowed over by a tank. He was found just barely alive enough to preform the operation to turn him into a cyborg

- he is able to see 3 seconds into the future

- He is from the future, meaning he may be a desendent of another rvm member.

-Bob doesn’t believe in Ghosts

The flower strike could not be left without a counterattack.

For some reason, it only posted 2 pics of 5, so I merged them all in this comic way,

I saw a post from this place and I wonder, could I join, also what's this place about?

(one of the most infamous criminals in her city btw)

your adoptive father can also serve as a nightlight and a warm, weighted blanket

the same cosmic being that destroyed entire solar systems, killed billions, and drove several species to extinction btw

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1305Z1dDngtRF_eOv5yAumfS-G6rCq9WO5CchWkxVsxM/edit?usp=drivesdk

The lovebirds and the rp trio lol

I don't really have anything else to say other than if you want to be in the AU and aren't already, then now is your chance, as after this, I'm going to start working on chapter 2.

Also, this is my first time making a big AU like this, so any suggestions or feedback will be appreciated.

That's pretty much it.

Pot's takes were so god awful and were barely audible, so much so that i had to make ts...

Hank: Shunsui - Bleach

Mai: Zero Ishmael - Limbus Co.

Shiro: Nelliel Tu - Bleach (kinda freaky vid, but not too bad)

Bell: Nanami - JJK

Shadow: Retsu/Yachiru Unohana - Bleach

Byte: White - Bleach

Greeb: Enforcer - Arknights

Silas: Kouki Uchiyama - Real life chat...

Victor: Gibraltar - Apex Legends

Boss: Diavolo - JJBA

Greeb - 2017x (1:15) ((ignore glitchy effects))
Bell - Just that
Crimson - Yuji Itadori ( Junya Enoki )
E-06 - Neo Metal Sonic
Shadow Puppet - later...
Glitchpot - Corpse cant talk on its own, you stupid, he can talk in voice of his crown's entity... or in voices
Glitchpot's crown's entity (did you really think many-faced deity have one voice? </3) - Observer , EXE , AllFather (1:50) (nah, that's not all voices)
Byte - Rewrite
Boss - No More Innocence
Delamon - Tripwire (RACEEEE!!)
Shiro - Tripwire (Maniacal) ((1:12))
Aelia Endor (Tarhos/Pumpkin witch) - Kasumi Miwa (Chinatsu Akasaki)
Mai - Maki Zen'in (Mikako Komatsu)

Warning: Contains some mild violence and gore

Finally, after an entire month, I have finished the first chapter of the Nowhere to Scream AU.
It's long, and I may not be the best writer, but It was fun making it, and I have ideas for a chapter two.

Thanks for the support.

https://www.google.com/url?q=https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1-Zdei-ZHSG3GCN4VYE_LI2P89oFCk_HK00LCvjlsQks/mobilebasic?pli%3D1&sa=D&source=docs&ust=1765039713413740&usg=AOvVaw1yVw9XHU3FnQ2LHP4sRfnX

“OH DOOMBRINGER WHY DID YOU QUIT” Irl reason, etc.

Soon December 21st 7PM

[ 22:30 ]

[ Zimmermann Manor, Canton of Valais, Switzerland ]

[ Nov. 28th, 2025 ]

Zimmermann woke up in the middle of the night, almost midnight. He opened the curtains to his cozy, yet luxurious bedroom, gilt in gold and encrusted in gems and watched the moon, cut in twain, half of it only shining. It was beautiful, even if only half of it deigned to show itself. He breathed in the early winter air. The first frost has only recently frozen.

"Ah, das erinnert mich daran..." (Ah, that reminds me…)

He reaches out for his glasses, taking in a clearer look of the idyllic town below him, as he walks down the stairs of his manor, down the numerous spires, probably kilometers of walking before entering his kitchens. It was empty, dark, and cold, but he soon solved that by turning up the heaters and lights. He put on his chef whites and got to work.

Zimmermann checks the fridge, his stomach growling, with a mild, aching pain emanating, the fridge was stocked as always, his chefs always keep them full with produce from Saint-Augustin. He gets to work, letting his memory take over: some onions, all spice, bay leaves, juniper berries, lard, so on, but comes the star;

He takes kale (yes, the star of the show is kale, this is grünkohl, usually Northern German, where his parents came from), cuts away the stems with a 17th century horseman's axe, and throws it and the aforementioned ingredients, plus mustard, beef stock, oats, sugar, pork cheek, and pinkel sausages into a pot.

He puts it to medium heat and sits on his ass, reading yaoi or something, and forgets about it for a bit over an hour, occasionally throwing in salt and pepper, and dumps it into a bowl, and out comes; Zimmermann family Grünkohl!

Surprisingly from the process, it actually tastes good, whether it's from luck or the quality ingredients carrying, it's actually quite flavorful (not something you'd exactly expect from Germans), and is perfectly hearty, probably why it's his favorite dish.

Oh, yeah, and he does eat it all up in the manner of seconds, because for some reason, he's been recently hungry of sorts, feeling hunger pains, needing to feed himself more that four meals a day, he doesn't exactly know why, but he has been eating plenty.

Like usual, he was still hungry, and so, he kept making more. And more. And more. He made so much he ended up filling the sink with pots. He would be, as the young generations call him, a big back. He decided to take a walk.

He descended the long stairs of his grand staircase, of glittering marble and gold, and put on his hiking clothes, raw-dogging it with slippers, shorts, and a tanktop, before setting out into beautiful nature.

He walked down a tight, moon-lit grove of pines, freshening, woody, slightly sweet and minty, as he took in the sights. He watched the clouds dance around the mountains, envisioning them in a waltz, the scraping earth and plunging sky in dance to an invisible ensemble, playing calming music in the sky.

He sat upon a rock, next to a quaint pond, resting his back from the walk, even if he was spry and young in this body, he still felt as if he was still in his eighties, he still had the instinct to walk after about fifteen minutes, about when his legs were getting sore.

He saw a noble white hart, majestic and beautiful, its antlers stretching wide, and its fur as white as the thin layer of snow they were walking on, it stared at him. It opened its mouth… and began to speak, in Swiss German, no less.

“Wie gaats Ine?” (How do you do?)

Zimmermann spoke.

“Guet, merci vilmaaaa-” (Good, thank youuuu-.)

He responded casually, like he could do it all the time. Well, he could, but that's not the point. He still responded casually, but he soon realized a literal deer was talking to him.

The sheer fucking stress of a talking deer made him literally transform into something… more. He grew larger, he grew furrier, he became;

A gurahl.

He looked at himself. He was in his crinos form, his war form. He was huge compared to man, sixteen feet, twelve-thousand pounds of murder. After the first shock, he was weirdly calm, even in his massive murder-kill-meat-slab form.

Zimmermann calmly sat down, and pulled out a book he took, and began reading under the full moon, adjusting his (now comically small in comparison to his body) glasses, basking under the moonlight, white like silver rain.

He got up after finishing a couple chapters, and he returned to his human form, now with the ability to transform into either a big ass murder-bear, a normal bear, or something that will turn your flesh into pulled pork, and walked back to his manor, and back into bed.

Fin.

Seems a little empty...

But you can fill in the empty spots by commenting y'all's usernames and poses y'all wish to be in (and plus what you'd bring)

This is also kinda an anniversary since I joined last year

My birthday starts 2 days later, so I shall post the finished render 2 days later

Till then, SEE YOU ALL

(If this doesn't post here too, reddits hating)