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I will never larp againRecently I joined an internet community for larpers. If you don't know what larping is, its live action role play. You know those nerds who randomly show up in public places with costumes and foam swords? That’s me, or at least it was. I loved larping and not just historical larping, but any type I could get involved with. Dressing up and fighting or pretending to go on adventures was an amazing and refreshing escape from my rather toxic home and school life. I was strange enough without larping and being the chubby kid who liked dragons and magic didn't really help my social life; but no matter our larping group always accepted outcasts like me.Unfortunately my local larping group consisted mostly of people fresh out of high school or people in their early 20s and as people do when they reach young adulthood, they soon left for college and other adventures, leaving our small town behind and me without a larping group. So I did what any lonely nerd would do. I went online.On a slightly infamous forum website I found a subforum dedicated to my art. It was a beautiful community of roleplayers, they shared costume and weapons builds, events, even story lines. I learned so many things from the community at large and it wasn’t long before I found out that there was a new group forming one town over from me. It was a little different then the group I was used to. My group typically stuck with your stereotypical fairies, and mages, wizards and bards, but this new group, they focused on horror story lines.While it wasn't my speed, since it was the only group local to me I figured I would give it a shot. They had shared pictures of some amazing fx makeup and the wounds they did with makeup looked more real than any injury I had experienced. Their weapon making was beyond astonishing too. In one of their pictures they shared was a golden dagger, with a jewel encrusted handle, and what looked to be an ancient script on the guards. I couldn't believe it was a prop when I first saw it.They had listed an email on one of their forum posts trying to find new members and before long I was emailing back and forth with the group’s representative. The rep said they had weekly meetings, but I knew my mom wouldn’t let me borrow the car that often. She sent me a reassuring email saying that it was fine I couldn’t make all the meetings, so long as I could make it to their big event the following month. She told me that they would send me some props and help me make some too. Without hesitation I quickly sent her my address and eagerly awaited my package, hoping my mom wouldn't get it while I was at school. I knew she would be livid that I gave out my address to strangers online, plus she was beyond ashamed of what she called my ‘childish hobby’. She says someone my age shouldn’t have such a strange and vivid imagination, that I should be more mature, I am a junior in high school after all.Luckily the group’s rep sent it with tracking, so the day the package was supposed to arrive I magically came down with a stomach bug and had to stay home from school. I’ve ordered enough stuff off line that I knew there was a large chance the package could arrive before mom left for work and with me staying home from school there was even the risk she'd want to stay home to check on me. I somehow managed to convince her I was just going to sleep all day and that her being a helicopter mom would only slow my recovery. I watched out the window as she backed out of the driveway and I really got lucky, because right after mom left for work there was a knock at the door, the package from my new larping family was here. I held my breath as I ran to the door. I felt like I was holding the key to my brand new life when I picked the package up off the doorstep.I cradled the package like a new father would his first born as I went upstairs to my room. I set the package down on my computer desk. Thoughts of stage makeup and costuming supplies filled my head as I ripped the tape from the box. I was more than slightly disappointed when I moved the flaps of the box revealing some gold tone jewelry, and what looked to be little shriveled up wads of liquid latex with little hairs sticking out of it, I couldn't figure out why they sent so many used pieces of latex, but I assumed there was a purpose for sending them to me. The jewelry was heavy in my hand and I had a feeling this wasn't just costume jewelry, there were two pieces, both necklaces. One featured a heavy chain, and a large pendant with a grotesque looking eye emblazoned on it, and its iris featured a sparkling blood red stone. The second necklace had a similar chain, but it had a pendant on it that was shaped like a large tube. It had the same ancient script I had seen in the pictures online engraved in it. As I ran my hands over the strange tube my fingers must have grazed a hidden button, because a sharp blade jolted out of the bottom of it, while what seemed to be a guard of some sort expanded out of the sides. Of all the things I expected from a larping group but a hidden spring loaded dagger was not one of them.Before I could even finish looking at the dagger, my phone buzzed. The group rep had sent me a message asking if I liked my new package. Shocked and wondering how she knew it was already here, another message appeared. She swiftly explained that the next storyline we would be acting out had to do with a cult. They had provided me a ritual dagger, and ‘ingredients’ to use while in character. She told me I didn't have to prep much, just to make sure I was wearing white when the day came and that they would guide me through everything once I arrived.All of this was starting to feel really strange, but then again I had never heard of a horror larping group. They seemed friendly enough and in my desperation for friends I really didn't want to question things too much. I hid the box under my bed, and eagerly started counting down the days until I met my new friends. In the coming weeks we exchanged more messages and I grew more and more comfortable with the group. They excitedly told me this would be their biggest meeting yet, with members coming from all over the US to participate.I devoted my time to learning more about cults and everything horror I could. I learned about everything from the Jonestown massacre, to the history of horror as a writing genre, and even the development of monster fx makeups. As I learned more I started to notice strange things happening around me. I started to hear faint whispers at night as I laid down at night, coupled with small noises coming from beneath my bed.When I would go to sleep, I would have absolutely horrifying dreams. In my dreams I could see a dark room, with a large slab in the center of it adorned with writing that matched what was on my dagger. Pinned to the walls were decaying bodies of young men and women, dressed in all white outfits. It looked as though their eyelids had been removed, and their eyes replaced with large red jewels that reflected a deep almost unending darkness. Protruding from their chests were daggers almost identical to mine. As I would watch horrified, a smoke would fill the room, as it swirled and danced the body’s necks would pop and snap as their heads followed the smoke to the slab in the center of the room. I could hear jaws clicking and popping as they started whispering the chants I couldn't begin to understand.In my dreams I would walk to the large slab, and as I did my feet would brush these tiny shriveled up pieces of flesh. As I neared the slab I could see that the wall behind it was adorned with thousands of amulets that seemed as though the jeweled eye visages were staring deep into my soul. Just when it seemed like the sparkling eyes would blink, the smoke in the room would start to churn and thicken, forming a grotesque woman's face. It was always right at that moment, I would feel a deep piercing pain in my chest, and I would wake up drenched in sweat, and screaming.My mom got more and more concerned as the days went on and even started questioning what I was doing to suddenly bring on such terrible night terrors. Afraid she would ban me from taking the car and seeing my new friends, I would just tell her I was stressed because of school. I was only days away from finals, and I was hoping she would buy it. I was lucky that the meeting with my new larping group fell during the two week break between semesters. When the night terrors continued after my finals, I told her that I was stressed about scholarship prospects and my future college plans. As much as she didnt believe thats what was causing my night terrors, she was too thrilled with the idea i was going to go to college, I had never mentioned it before and to be frank my grades weren't exactly great. Part of me was honestly hoping that these terrible dreams were from stress, maybe it was school, or the fact I had been without friends for so long; but little did I know it wasn’t stress getting to me at all.Before I knew it the day to meet my new friends had arrived. I told my mom that I had signed up for a study group in the next town over to try and help me with my grades and that maybe it would help me be less stressed and help stop the night terrors. With that kind of logic my mom didn’t even question me, in fact she actually praised me. She went on and on about how proud she was that I had left my childish fantasies and played pretend behind and how great it was I was finally focusing on my future..I almost felt a pang of guilt when I started the car, but when I looked at my backpack in the passenger seat the shame of lying to my mom quickly faded. She had never approved of anything outside her cookie cutter version of normality and her harsh expectations of what my life should be. I couldn’t let her view of the world change who I am. I plugged the address of our meet up in my phone and I was off.Most larping sessions are held in parks, and other open spaces, so I wasn't totally surprised when the address was an empty parking lot. What was slightly surprising was the dense forest around the parking lot. I was hoping that we wouldn’t be using the woods, it would be so easy for people to get lost and hurt, especially me, since this was my first time out there. Luckily enough, when I got out of my car I noticed a sign with a bright red arrow and the same creepy eye from my pendant on it. I took out my two necklaces and put them on, then I shouldered my backpack and started walking. I could smell a fire the farther down the path I went. It was almost like a campfire filled with sage and other herbs, with a hint of burnt meat. I wondered if the smell had anything to do with the larping group, when I heard a twig behind me snap.When I opened my eyes next I was laying down in a cold and damp room. I tried to move my hands to touch the throbbing knot on my head, but I quickly realized they were chained behind my back. As my eyes focused I saw I was in the room from my nightmares. The smell of putrefying and rotting bodies permeated my nose, I could feel the cold slab underneath me. I felt like I was being watched as I heard footsteps coming down a distant corridor. The room quickly filled with people in dark hooded robes. Though I couldn't see their faces, I could see that they had large amulets and hidden knives around their necks. Like mine they were adorned with large jeweled eyes, but their amulets were a vibrant silver in contrast to my golden one. The silence in the room was deafening, then the chanting started. It was barely above a whisper when a figure stepped closer to me.“Welcome to our… group. We are so glad you reached out to us. We have been awaiting the arrival of our new member. As you can see, some of our old ones are well… indisposed.” her velvety voice rang in my ears with a menacing pang. “We are protectors, and guardians. We are guides for the lost and the lonely. We bring them unity and give them a home, we give them Her. She gives them purpose. She brings us light, and she provides. This ceremony is to welcome you into the fold, to give you purpose beyond yourself.” She pulled out the box that was once in my backpack.She emptied the box's contents into her hands. It was then I realized that they were eyelids. They weren't just pieces of fx makeup prosthetics, those were real eyelids that I had at one point held in my hand. She came towards me, and I started to struggle against my restraints, but I couldn't move. She stroked my cheek, and I could almost feel her smiling behind her hood. She quickly and expertly placed the eyelids in an intricate pattern on my stomach and chest. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw smoke filling in the room. As the grey whisps danced in the air, the chanting grew louder. I could feel the amulet on my chest vibrating and heating up. The smoke was dancing above my face and as the chanting grew louder I could see a face start to form in it.“She is here. She welcomes your contributions to the Collective. She appreciates your donation to the world. You see, while she is our Goddess, our ruler, she is limited. She needs help, and we are here to aid. Her powers have weakened over the millenia. She has lost her devotees, the priests and priestesses who used to worship her, elevate her. Our Collective consists of her last remaining adherents. Her secrets have been passed down through generations of loyal disciples. We remain to help her. Protect her. We bring her sustenance. When we provide, she provides. In exchange for sight, she protects our land, the trees, and the forests. She ensures good harvests, and peace in the forests”, the hooded figure explained without a pause.The smokey face was now drifting closer to mine, with more form than before. I could see what would be her skin looked fragile, and pitted. It looked like the skin of someone who had lived hundreds of years. Her eyes were sunken beaming red lights, boring down on me. Her lips were paper thin, doing little to hide the broken and jagged teeth concealed within her mouth. Her wispy hair danced like flames around her ancient and grotesque form.“She needs your eyes. To see that is. They say that their eyes are the windows to the soul. They are more than that, when used correctly they are more like the doorway to the soul, to the pure energy that creates all of us. Our Goddess has been crippled by time, and only retains a limited amount of sight. Without her sight, she cannot protect, and she cannot provide. Your offering tonight will provide her with the ability to see all of her lands and charges. It will extend her powers for just a while longer and it will better the world. While I know you were expecting some silly role play game, I think you'll find this experience far more fulfilling, and besides, you'll join the rest of our friends here. Forever together with those who have gone before you.”I could feel the golden dagger start to move over my chest, it’s chain rubbing across my neck. The wispy figure had begun to form arms and as she did I could feel them tugging at the dagger. It felt as though she was searching for the release I had accidentally found weeks earlier. With an echoing click I heard the dagger snap open. It was then that the chanting reached a crescendo. The clicking of extending daggers rang through the room.The goddess traced the dagger lightly along my chest and brought it up to my face, as she neared my eyes she let out a demonic ear piercing shriek, it was at that moment I could see the silver daggers piercing the hands of her followers. As their blood dripped the floor the goddess whipped the dagger across my face, ripping the eyelid from my left eye. I screamed in horrified agony. Blood began flooding into my field of vision, and the pain was excruciating. I started sobbing, the tears stung my open wound as I tried to thrash my head around. I started pleading as the Goddess brought the dagger towards my other eye.“Bare witness to the truth” her hollow haunting voice said, barely above a whisper.Suddenly there was a loud bang, and yelling. All of the followers of the Collective had sounded like women and even at the chantings loudest it still sounded like a calm hum, but this new noise sounded more frantic, and authoritative, their footfalls sounded heavy. A familiar voice rang through the chamber right as I started to black out. I never knew that even without an eyelid, your sight can fade into darkness. I heard women screaming, men yelling, and I almost thought I could hear my mom. The last noise I heard was the goddess howling in agony, almost like an animal caught in a hunter’s trap.This time when I awoke, it was in a hospital room. My mother was there and so were two policemen. I could tell my mom had been crying, and the policemen, while stern, seemed very shaken as they stared at the bandage on my eye. They quietly explained what had happened. Apparently my mom was more than just shocked when I mentioned going out of town for studying, she knew I was lying. I guess in some ways I’m lucky she's kinda crazy and overbearing, because she assumed I was going to buy pot and decided to follow me. When she saw me get hit by the cultists she ran out of the woods and called the police.Once the police arrived they were able to use scent hounds to find my trail. My scent led right to a large boulder and they could hear chanting coming from behind it. They called in back up, and were able to push the boulder out of the way. The noises I heard were them running down the hallways. They didn't see the goddess, but they did see the room was full of smoke. The police were able to detain all of the cultists, but none of them would give clear answers about what had happened down in that hell hole. The bodies on the walls were removed, and the police are currently working on identifying them. So far the freshest bodies are local missing people, but some of the corpses look to be old. Like at the very least a few hundred years old, so they are waiting on some anthropologists and various other scientists to help gather what information they can from the older bodies. Right now they think sacrifices have been going on in that cave for thousands of years.We aren't sure what's going to happen with my eye. Humans are supposed to have eyelids. They help prevent infection, they keep your eye clean and moist, and they help with sleep. The doctors stressed that I’m going to need eye drops, and will probably have a very long standing relationship with my local hospital. My mom has also decided that I am going to be homeschooled from here on out, partially because of my eye; but mostly because she's afraid that the cultists will come after me.I convinced my mom to bring me my laptop, so I could post this as a warning. I think the strangest part of all of this is that when my mom left to go get my laptop, I turned on the tv. On the news, they were talking about forests suddenly turning black, trees dying as plague of bark beetles came out of nowhere attacking the forests. Even though my eye is covered, I can still see smoke in front of it and there is a tree branch scratching at the window in my room. Each time the leaves make contact with the glass it's like I can hear thousands of screams all at once. Even worse, when I close my eye, I can see the Goddess, she's shriveled, and in pain, her skin flaking away, and her smoke getting thinner. I just tried to rearrange my pillows so I could sit more comfortably, and underneath them I found an ancient, jewel encrusted dagger.
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That's it, I'm doing requests. I'm running out of my own ideas (or am just too lazy to complete them) so I would love to hear from you in case you want your OC, yourself or anything in between done by me!

Keep in mind that I'm still a beginning artist, but can take on a challenge nevertheless. I prefer to draw males (!!) but if you can handle your lovely female character being completely ruined by me, I don't mind!

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Catstudio7 Featured By Owner May 8, 2020  Hobbyist General Artist
The digital folder is full, so I submitted it to the first folder. ^^;
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hi ! The digital folder is full, can you please fix it :D ?
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Lol at the "I don't pay attentio when I submit" folder.
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