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Aahhhhh, the Limbus Company sprite character art looks really good, Mod Aleph! You have the heavy outer lineart and varying sizes of inner line art plus back the shading down pat.
You matched the sinners uniform colors quite well although I now wonder what your EGO stripe suit style and base EGO weapon would be. Got any hints to what they could be? Or what kinda backstory your self-insert would have to join Limbus Company B?
Oh and of course, we just HAVE to wonder what your designated hex color and name plus your sinner number wuld be. The eyes and hair colors are really good looking for both the sprite and possible color name, they're colorful enough to stand out from the crowd of sinners if you put them into a battle plus unique enough that the shade of the sea green hair and dark pink eyes makes it easy to differentiate from Faust's pink or Honglu's turquiose colors.
Does Mod Finn have their own Limbus Company OC too?
Also, regarding your question on if anyone wanted to see more Mod Aleph art together with Heathcliff....HAND SHOOTS UP TO THE SKY ME ME ME ME I WANT TO SEE PLEASE! YOUR ART IS ALREADY SO GOOD! I AM EXCITED TO SEE MORE
Sorry for the many questions and long ask and for any mistakes in spelling or grammar, currently on mobile.
-Faithanon
Hi Faithanon!!! You do not want to know the amount of color picking and cross referencing went into that art. I ref'd pretty much every woman sinner lMAO (mostly don though. the eyes are big don inspired. and. i am one inch shorter than don irl so the proportions worked best. I Am Tiny.)
I mean. look at me. Small. (you can notice the replication inconsistencies when put next to an actual sprite but shhhhhh)
BUT. I do have a small bit about her!
She's called Mimi and she's not. ACTUALLY a sinner. Hence why her uniform is similar but Not Exactly. She's missing the red stripes, some accents, and her name being anywhere on her coat
I usually refer to her as being some odd temp hire stand in from another branch of Limbus. Basically just "oh here have this random woman to fight alongside you. What Do You Mean That Ended Poorly The First Time"
(though you mentioning the idea of base ego makes it SO tempting to work out a more sinner oriented angle for her ngl-- her color would PROBABLY be #249e9b 'turquoise' or #ff00f0 'fuchsia', but of course don't have a second word to go along with it since. yeah.)
She helps the fight from a distance, obviously not getting up close and personal because she does Not have the luxury of shoving her mortal peril on Dante.
AND YES! Mod Finn has his own limbus oc! though, for him it's a pm oc in general (i'm the one that designs a new insert each time i like a new man lMAO--)
so he might post them soon!
And Interest In My Heathcliff Art You Say? I've Heard Enough
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Helloooon my baby I'm so sorry I made u wait Life fuck you
It's your snauuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, no I didn't sleep on the keyboard I'm just.. sighs a Lil emotional cuz this might be our last interaction as anon-faith interaction 😔
BUT AYO YOU'LL KNOW ME (And that'll go downhill ik lol)
Souuu I thought of gifting you headers BUT looks like it'll be better if I only give it to u..cuz it'll be for yo fic so yeah (not smth the public should see yet 👀 )
And I don't even want to give you nothing naurr 😭🤡
Hence as LHS=RHS it is proved that I'll give u a fic as a gift dw! Mwah <3
Most importantly make sure you're taking enough sleep and water! Your snauurr is in love with u too than you will ever know 🤧❤
Annddd yes, before I'll reveal mah self, I'll give you some hints to first try to guess who I am😛
omg once I find out who you are I will never let you breathe, I will smother you with my love.
BUT I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS OUR LAST INTERACTION AS FAITHANON!!!!! I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE THO AND I KNOW IM GONNA LOVE WHATEVER YOU GIVE ME <333
AND MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO, BBY!!!
#no becuz im actually in love with my secret santa like#heyyyyy you single??🤪💖#❄; my santa.#xiesecretsanta
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Hello Ladies ;) I'm Aaron, nice to meet you all! You're all so sexy ;P Would you mind talking with me? Hope you don't :P
“We’d love to but we kinda have a magic anon and we are all 10 for two days. If you’d rather talk to us when we are older, we turn back in 2 days.”
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Hey sweetie! I am your special and daily anon! Just call me Faith! I will try to talk to you as often as I can, but always on anon. Maybe one day I will tell you my URL. But NO time soon. I might drop a few hints now and then. Tag all of your asks from me with "faithanon" to make sure that I don't miss it. I will also sign all my asks with "~Faith" so you know it is me. SO hello lovelie! How was your day????????
Aw thanks love! My day was… well not too good but oh well because I’m eating right now :D I can’t wait to find out who you are..
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Welcome back to Tumblr! Hope the past year has been kind to you and hope this year will be kinder.
You came back right on time to enjoy PM's Hell Chicken event! Especially since the pinned post mentioned you enjoyed Meursalt's character, which this event will gift you with hahahaha. Once you do watch it, and you'll know it when you see it, mind telling us what you think about it?
- Faithanon
OH WE BOTH ALREADY PLAYED IT! ALSO HELLO FAITHANON I HOPE THIS PAST YEAR HAS BEEN KIND TO YOU TOO... It was a super eventful one (good and bad) for us, but luckily most things are settling down and unless someone spontaneously explodes in front of me or something I should be fine (same with Mod Aleph I think, but I'll let her reblog this and say her thoughts when she wakes up)
I. Am. So obsessed with Meursault dude. I literally bought and read The Stranger and he is so like me for real. Admittedly I do mask my autism a little in public and on this blog, but in person when I'm not masking (or back when I was in school) I was legitimately almost exactly like Meursault, autism and all. I don't kin him though but he is helping me love myself, and I would marry him in a heartbeat, something something learning to love oneself through the lens of another something something
Also I am thriving with Meursault's blunt and frankly brutal critique of his team's cooking when led by Don Quixote, bonus points for the Yi Sang puns while verbally eviscerating Yi Sang for his shit job. 12/10 I was mentally proposing on the spot.
-Mod Finn
#mod finn posts#mod posts#mod post#we are all caught up and mildly obsessed#I play less often than Aleph does because I also play ACNH daily#and I am reading The Odyssey right now#I am trying to read every sinner's book and it really helps keep me interested#because I can compare and contrast the sinners to their book counterparts#though unlike Meursault I am nonverbal/nonspeaking!#i mean theoretically i could talk but its like pushing a boulder. and my therapist recommended i not do that#I've been happier since letting myself unmask and not speak btw I highly recommend shutting up to everyone#still love that I'm psychologically prescribed Shutting Up. it's hilarious
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(Merry Christmas mods!) -beenon
BEENON MY BEELOVED!!!!!!!! MERRY CRIMMUS!!!!!!!!! IT IS NOW FOUR WEEKS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY. IM ALMOST 23. WHAT DO 23 YEAR OLDS EVEN DO. - Mod Finn
#beenon my beloved#beenon#mod finn posts#no seriously i dont drink or do anything special and i only drink soda on rare occasions.#i... mostly drink chocolate milk. juice. and water#no seriously faithanon has some ideas in the inbox but like#help
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The now dubbed Faithanon here again! Thank you for once again working so fast on writing the Pluto and Hokma headcanon and imagines! Ahhhh, I love seeing character interactions.
If it's not too much, may I also ask for a more family based headcanon of the Colors with Iori as their mom? There was an ask about her before, so I wanted to keep the ball rolling with that. Especially since it would be funny and interesting to see how she mothers the other Colors and feels towards being forced to fight them one time or another.
Thank you yet again in advance!
Rainbow Gaggle
She swears it started out as her mentoring the other Colors.
She SWEARS.
But now, with the Vermillion Cross drinking some coffee she made for them, with Roland and Argalia glaring at each other from across the table, Kali stealing the last croissant, and her needing some Motrin… the exasperation she feels is just like when she went to family get-togethers with her son.
Send help, she has to refrain from getting them all a house. Getting attached to other fixers, whether or not she’s their mentor mother, is a recipe for disaster.
And she knows she called it when Kali comes to her, fire in her eyes, demanding to know why Iori refused to help Carmen’s cause, and in fact implied she may sabotage it.
Kali, the girl she taught to wield a sword, the not-quite-adult she stayed awake comforting many a night, the young woman she sincerely smiled for and congratulated when the Hana association assigned her the Color of the Red Mist.
She knows she called it when the Vermillion Cross goes missing one night after an investigation into the Blood-Red Night, and never returns.
She knows she called it when the Black Silence shows up, blood on his hands, tears in his eyes, and a threat on his tongue.
She knows she called it when she looks at the boy in Blue, and doesn’t recognize the man staring before her with a dangerous gleam in his eye.
But…
She remembers finding the Vermillion Cross, a crying child sitting by the garbage, waiting for Sweepers.
She remembers picking them up. She remembers their phase where they would only eat oatmeal. She remembers braiding their hair when they asked. She remembers their laughter, their smiles, the pride in their eyes as they looked to the Purple Tear with a letter of color designation in their hands.
She remembers Angelica and Argalia, the pair being inseparable, having to get them both something because “If my sibling can’t have it, neither can I!”
She remembers their scrapes and bruises as they sparred against each other, the time they stayed up late, despite being fourteen, waiting for Santa. She remembers meeting Roland, then a Fixer for Charles’ Office, and she remembers seeing Angelica’s face at seeing him.
She remembers giving Roland tips. She remembers the Black Silence, nervous as ever, asking if she approved of him. She remembers Roland coming to her with issues he could not bring to his lost parents. She remembers the speech Olivier gave at Roland’s and Angelica’s wedding. She remembers holding her son in law tight throughout Angelica’s funeral. She remembers when she gave him a way into the Library after having lunch with him, and wishing him well.
She may not have raised her biological child, but, looking into the eyes of a man she could consider a son, she finally makes the realization-
- she was still a mother.
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You have definitely outdone yourself writing that slow painful demise of San's and Bada's relationship with one another. A simple misunderstanding over one brother's overprotectiveness and one brother's anger at being perceived as weaker has wrought so much damage to their little family. Whoever their parents were, I wonder how sadly they would have been when they see their sons turned against each other.
Wait, there is a part three?! Ooooh more please! Keep the angst flowing! And thank you once again! You should turn this into a fanfic one day. There are so few San and Bada fanfics even on AO3. - Faithanon
P.S. Forgot to say this earlier on but thank you for the additional song suggestions you made for the first Bada and San post and for the one you said you'll add to the third one! -Faithanon
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You get what you ask for! I.. might flesh this out. Someday. If I don't, I give permission for any of you to do so! As mentioned before, the song. - Mod Finn
Just Like You (Part 3/???)
Part 1 here! Part 2 here!
"I regret to inform you" was a phrase Bada was familiar with in the 27 years of his life.
"I regret to inform you that we've reviewed your application, and have gone forwards with other candidates."
"I regret to inform you that we are currently out of milk at the moment, sir."
"I regret to inform you." "I regret to inform you." "I regret to inform you."
The letter was sent by the Hana Association.
Bada almost refused to read the text that followed. That is, until Martina gingerly picked the letter from his hands- since when were they shaking- and, quietly, in the dimmed light of the Cane Office's break room (they had both been 'asked' to work late that evening), began to speak.
"OFFICIAL LETTER OF NOTIFICATION TO NEXT OF KIN CONCERNING THE CHANGE OF STATUS TO KILLED IN ACTION..
Dear mister Bada. On behalf of the Hana Association, I regret to inform you that the name of your brother, San, a partner of the Zwei Association, has appeared on a list of those that have been pronounced dead after taking on the request of investigating the Urban Legend known as 'The Library'. I regret that this information I must provide to you at this time adds to your stress and emotional strain. You will be advised promptly when any additional factual information is received or an official change in status is made.."
Bada drowned out the rest.
He couldn't hear.
He couldn't feel.
He couldn't even think.
San? Dead?
Couldn't be.
They... Bada hadn't answered, let alone read, any of San's letters in the past six years.
After all, he was Baby Bada, the younger brother who couldn't stand up to the oh-so-amazing Fixer Superhero San had become! He was going to prove to him how he was missing out! He was going to do better than his older brother could ever hope to achieve!
And, to top it all off, while his brother was stuck at a dead-end Office, seemingly capped at Grade 6.. Bada had made it far beyond that. Bada had made it to Grade 2, an accomplishment marking the only time he ever wrote back to his brother, bragging about how much better it was being on his own than being stuck taking care of his brother's dirty laundry every week.
He got up.
He had to go home.
Bada flung open his door, practically bolted to his spare bedroom, where he had stored all six years' worth of his brother's letters. Practically tearing the file cabinet open, he frantically opened letter after letter after letter after letter, reading through each one.
"Hey, Baby Bada! How's your first week alone? In case you forget, here's directions to the fast food place you went to last year for your birthday! I hope you've settled in well-"
"Hey, little bro! I haven't heard from you in a while and wanted to know if you're okay, or just too busy to answer! Here's my number- and Julia's and Isadora's. Don't hesitate to call or text if you need any advice, or just want to yell about coworkers! I'll write again soon-"
"Hey, bro, are you still getting these? I've decided to create my own office and wanted your opinion on it's name-"
"Bada, I got my first employee today! His name is Mars, he almost reminds me of you some days-"
"Hey, guess who's Office is a total of three people now! Her name is Lulu, here's a photo of us for when we're just as big as the Cane Office! Don't forget me when you're a Color, okay?"
"In case you read this, here's a coupon to a store I've heard you like to visit from your coworker-"
"To Mister Bada. You know what? Fine, maybe you are better off without me. Have fun with the loan sharks, and don't get eaten. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Signed, San, Operator of Streetlight Office"
Bada didn't get any sleep that night, instead curled up next to a steadily more beaten file cabinet, torn-up letters and notes scattering the ground around him.
#hey baby bada :)#to mister bada.#bada#cane office#san#streetlight office#IT'S BADA'S TURN TO SAY HE HAD A SIBLING AT ONE POINT#YES THIS MAY GET EXPANDED UPON! ANGST FOR EVERYBODY!!!#im throwing this out like candy at a depression parade#Imagine trying to get in touch with your brother who you love and the only letter he sends is a 'fuck you im better off without you' letter#before you die in combat#and then he LEARNS about your death in combat#AND REALIZES THE LAST THING HE SAID TO YOU WAS IN SHORT 'IM BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU'#the slow devolution from to reblog if you're ALSO punched in the emotional gut like Bada is#i had to add that last sentence so that it didn't end on a punch to the gut#instead its a LIGHTER punch to the solar plexus!#mod finn posts#angst
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I wated to greet you a very Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it) and a Happy Holidays (if you did not). I also wish you all an advanced Happy New Year! May your 2022 be a better year than 2020 or 2021.
Thank you for all the numerous asks you've answered and all the fun we've had and the emotions both suffered and enjoyed. Both I and the PMverse fandom really enjoyed it.
Please take care of yourselves to avoid burning out with all the asks and to fully enjoy your holidays. May your day be as bright as the days you've brightened for the visitors on this blog! -Faithanon.
THANK YOU FAITHANON… We’ll be having family over tomorrow so it’s gonna be a busy day!!!
Happy holidays to all of you as well, from Mod Finn (me), Mod Aleph, and Mascot Sandstorm (our cat!)
#mod finn posts#HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!#Sandstormposting#she’s bastard child#ALSO I MOD FINN LIKELY WONT BE POSTING MUCH LIKE 20 DAYS FROM NOW#either that or i will be posting a LOT.#January 22nd is my birthday!! no idea what im gonna do for it. shoot ideas my way. please. i beg you.#IM TURNING 23.
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Part 2 please for Bada and San? It's making me tear up just like the Mama Iori ask did and I would like to suffer- er I mean, enjoy more of that please. Thank you yet again - Faithanon aka Badakin
My writing may be rusty, but my ability to make people cry remains! No song this time, but for part 3? Oh I have a song alright.- Mod Finn
Just Like You (2/???)
Part 1 Here!
If you went up to Bada, 21, and asked him, "do you have any siblings", the answer would be "no."
If you wanted to know about San, you'd ask the right questions. San isn't his brother. Not any more.
If you asked San, 24, "do you have any siblings", his answer would either be silence, or.. "At one point".
If you asked Bada when it all fell apart, he'd fix you a steely glare and not say anything on the manner (and stay that way, until someone higher-ranking than him dragged him away, or until 'Mr. Nemo' barked at him to get back to work).
If you asked San, on the other hand, he'd pull up two chairs, pour some coffee (if it can be called that), ask Mars to handle anyone who comes in for the next hour, and begin to talk. After all, if you know about Bada and him being brothers... You may as well know the full story. And you may as well be Isadora and Julia, coming to visit the newly-formed Streetlight Office.
It all started when Bada, 18 and newly graduated (with nearly top marks), visited the Office San was working in, and submitted a job application.
San's boss, after seeing the young adult's address, quietly went to San and explained what had transpired; from the application, to the interview, and now..
"He seems more suited to an information-gathering Office, not a combat-oriented one like ours, but he shows promise. You both live together, do you think he could take you in a fight?"
Superhero San, in that moment, vividly remembers an altercation with Baby Bada- more specifically, the altercation they had while moving from a small studio apartment to a.. "cozy" one-bedroom apartment. Naturally, it was a fight over who got the bedroom, and who was doomed to the living room.
"...Don't hire him. He'll get himself killed out there."
Thank God, San's boss was a likable man. Out of the people San can afford to lose in his life, his baby brother isn't one of them.
...Un-thank God, because a week later, the previously unemployed Bada comes home, for once not pissed that his older brother existed after San's boss explained to Bada how "he almost fit, but he got word that he's not strong enough for this Office. Here's a list of Offices that might be better suited for you, kid".
"Hey. San." The older brother looked up from some paperwork he took home (some of it belonging to Julia that she asked him to go over), and froze.
"Bada, what the hell is that."
"Proof that you can have the bedroom in a month or two."
The Cane Office.
Sure, Bada was practically a child prodigy, but the Cane Office? They were practically known for being sharks, and his little brother was joining them?
On top of that...
"Bada. How much thinking did you manage to do today."
"Hey, you'll get me out of your hair soon enough. I know, they screw people over. Wanna see me change that?"
San doesn't answer.
Sure enough, two months later, San calls Julia and Isadora up to help him and his brother move Bada's meager belongings from their one-story apartment to a different apartment on practically the other side of the Nest.
The two hardly talk, both busy with moving boxes, and being surprised with the amount of boxes for Bada (seemingly from his coworkers, as a housewarming gift. Did his boss really need to give him a giant TV with a note saying "I know it's old, but think of it as a hand-me-down! :D"? That particular model of television came out a year and a half ago! Just how much money did Nemo have?)
That is one of the few things they discuss, with Bada, currently setting up the TV in the living room, indulging San's indignant curiosity.
"He has enough money that he's considering upgrading his body soon- the whole thing, this time. Apparently, the procedure should take nearly four whole days. He's already found a new head he's fond of.."
Well, that explained the reason he considered a damn-near unused TV to be a hand-me-down. At least he was in good hands, San mused, setting up a chair.
Everything was almost set up when..
"Knock-knock! I'm coming in since I have a copy of the keys, but I wanted to give you a warning first!"
The door opens rather adruptly, and Bada's boss comes in to see two Badas, and two women who he doesn't know.
It takes poor Nemo half an hour (and everyone's muffled laughter) to realize he wasn't talking to Bada the entire time.
"WELL WHO ARE YOU?!" "His older brother, San." Nemo looks to the Real Bada.
"You have a brother?"
Okay, ouch, first of all, but also, at least San knew Bada was going to be okay without him, if not even his boss knew he had any siblings.
Later that day, Julia drops San off at- at his apartment.
San opens the door.. to his apartment.
San walks into his apartment. San closes the door to his apartment, after saying his goodbyes to Julia and Isadora.
San hardly registers his knees hitting the floor, nor does he register the noise he makes.
For the first time in his life, San was alone.
#i realize if you calculate this#Bada and San hadn't talked in at LEAST 6 years prior to the events of Library of Ruina#take that as you will. also sit down and cry maybe#Bada#San#Library of Ruina#Streetlight Office#Cane Office#mod finn posts#-deep breath- PAIN.#'two Badas' not because they look alike but bc they had the same haircut back then. they look similar from behind.#Nemo is basically his Office's weird antagonistic father change my mind#THE NERD COLLECTS CANES AND NAMED HIS OFFICE THE CANE OFFICE HE REEKS OF CAPITALIST FATHER VIBES#OR RICH UNCLE#angst#OUCH CENTRAL STATION PAIN'S THE DESTINATION
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You got my heart ripped out of my chest even worse than what Pluto did. I signed up for a headcanon and got an entire fanfic storyline of Mama Iori rescuing these kids, trying to not get attached and pretending that she isn't, only to lose them one by one and mourn for them as much as she did for her son.
Thank you for this gift of tears and heartbreak that is going to leave me staring at my cieling and crying my eyes out. You have a gift with words and emotions. -Faithanon
💙 You’re welcome Faithanon, who I’m assigning Badakin with this ask!
- Mod Finn
#mod finn posts#the secret is i write other characters grieving to cope#she’s called the purple tear. im aware they didnt mean the crying tear but the shoe’s her size
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