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trout-scout · 2 years

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ohhhohoh... 1 and 16 for Ms. Donna Beneviento :>c and 21 for an OC of yours! wild card! your choice who it is!

DONNA :') who is both my wife and a character i identify strongly with. therapists please evaluate.

1- Favourites thing(s) about this character?

Back in May 2021, someone (i think trevor henderson) posted a screenshot of her 3d model from the model viewer on Twitter and I didn't even know anything about the game at the time and I was like.....oh......that's gonna live in my mind for the next fifty years. I love her design. Obviously, since i dress up as her, huehuehue. It combines some of my absolute favorite aesthetic elements: strong silhouette, Victorian mourningwear, death imagery, Japanese theater kuroko, and high strangeness. It tells you so much about her & Angie without any words needing to be said. Which, essentially, none are.

I also love what one can glean about her from walking through her house, which, may I add, is house goals. yes even the basement (especially the basement). The little ornaments, the crafting supplies, the two teacups in the reading nook, the mixture of cozy turn of the century elegant homeyness with a folksy twist & this kind of painful, quiet loneliness, this intense aura of dread. The whole time one is there, despite their nice surroundings, you feel this sucking black pit down at the bottom of your stomach and you know terrible things happened here.

A lot of the reason I identify so strongly with her is this sense of hiddenness, this repression, this covering-up.

a lot of folks say the house B section is boring to replay but I don't find that the case at all. The atmosphere is too strong for it to be boring even when I know the puzzles.

and i love that she's pretty and fashion goals shhhhh

16- What do you think would improve this character? Like, character-arc wise?

Honestly...I have no idea. Part of the impact of her segment is that she both is and isn't present, and that it is relatively brief. If it was longer, would it lose some of its power? I have a lot of thoughts about a potential backstory and what she does all day, and the precise nature of her powers/the Angie situation, but...

I don't know, I was about to say that maybe if the hallucinations were more bizarre and vivid, but seeing as the leadup to the baby is one of the scariest things I have ever experienced in my life (I think I yelled NO, NO, NO the first AND second times playing that) I can't really suggest anything better! Maybe a weirder boss fight? idk game mechanics w/e

Okay, self-indulgent answer is "entire game where you play as Donna during a normal day and you must navigate her self-induced nightmare visions where her entire tragic, traumatic backstory is revealed via allegorical hallucinations...while picking flowers", but that's just my fic Burial. shameless plug.

21- Wild card! Talk about anything to do with this character! Anything at all!

So in 2015 a friend and I started writing this astronomically stupid story entitled White House Black Market after the business casual clothing chain, which was intentionally a kind of mash up of X-Files, Gossip Girl, and the film Jupiter Ascending (later also a lot of other things, but that was the OG pitch). It involved a disgraced journalist uncovering a conspiracy regarding the president of the USA selling genetically modified human test subjects to an incredibly bisexual and hot alien king so he could save his people from a plague.

And then it spiraled out into this wild epic story involving ancient progenitor aliens, dead cosmic god-entities, the galactic government getting corrupted by the aforementioned president, archaeology, extradimensional travel, and secrets. And this one assassin character who was shamelessly based on Garak from DS9 and this art I once saw of General Hux from Star Wars as a sniper. His name was Janus Sicarius. And all this to say is I really miss writing this guy because he had the most heartbreaking backstory and worldview and I'm forever chasing that high with creating character backstories. none quite hit the same.

anyway.

#whbm is one of those things i will likely never finish but lives rent free in my mind yknowhatm'sayin

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hatterstan-shameblog · 2 years

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Hey hat Stan! Do you write fluffy things?? Cause if you do! Well I just want to ask if you could make me a very fluffy hatter + nobuaki meeting each other crack fic- (if you don't want to I understand! :3)

I'll be real with you: I don't really do RPF normally.

But, for my buddy @a-simp-20 ? And because this prompt is very fun? I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna go for it.

I must warn you: I have exactly zero knowledge of what Kaneko Nobuaki is like in real life, or even in interviews, because I neither read nor understand Japanese. Everything about him, aside from the things easily accessible on the Internet, is completely made up. So, I gave him the personality of "just a guy" because, like...he's just some guy, as far as I know.

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Finding Yourself

Rating: PG

Pairing: None (because, otherwise...yikes)

Tags: alcohol mentions, discussion of gang activity, worlds colliding

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It's when the elevator comes to a sudden, jerking stop that Danma Takeru comes to a realization.

Maybe it's the jolt of the car on the cable that helps him put two and two together. Maybe it's the static shock that zaps his fingers when he grabs onto the hand rail that makes something click. Maybe it's the way the light flickers across his fellow passenger's face that gets the cogs in his brain turning.

"I know you from somewhere."

The other man looks up from his phone.

"Hm?"

"We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties," a tinny voice over the intercom says, "Please remain calm while we—"

"You look...so familiar," Takeru says, paying little mind to the intercom as he attempts to concentrate on the confused stranger, "Why isn't it coming to me?"

"Ah," says the stranger, "you may have seen one of my—"

"No, no, don't tell me," Takeru interrupts, "it's on the tip of my tongue."

He leans in, peering over the top of his sunglasses at the other man. He stares for what feels like a long time.

"Oh my God," Takeru gasps, making his unintentional companion jump a little, "No freakin' way!"

Takeru unzips the bag on his shoulder and jams his hand inside, fingers filing wildly through its assorted contents with an intensity that is both mildly impressive and very concerning. The stranger takes a small step away from him, a quiet nervousness written on his face as he dreads whatever is about to come out of that eccentric man's inventory.

"This is where I know you from," Takeru shouts excitedly, and he yanks something red and shiny from the depths of his bag.

To the stranger's relief, it's only a hand mirror.

"I'm sorry," the stranger says, "but I'm afraid I don't follow—"

"Here, take off your glasses," Takeru says, sliding his own to rest on top of his head, "You'll be able to see better that way."

"I won't be able to see anything better without my glasses," the stranger says with a light chuckle, "I need them—"

"—To correct your mild astigmatism, which is slightly worse in your left eye than in your right," Takeru says knowingly, "and you're nearsighted anyways, so you'll be able to see this just fine."

The stranger frowns.

"How do you know that?"

Takeru smiles.

"Lose the glasses and take a look."

It takes him a minute, but the stranger eventually decides to comply, sliding the glasses from his nose and cautiously approaching Takeru's side.

"Oh," the stranger says.

He rears his head bad and blinks a few times.

"I..."

"You're me. Or, maybe, I'm you. Or, perhaps, to level the playing field," Takeru says, "we are each other."

The stranger stares as their reflections for a long minute. Leaning forward a bit, turning his head a little to the side—Takeru copying his movements with an amused smile so his apparent duplicate can get the full effect of their uncanny similarities.

But when the stranger's face shifts from confused to concerned, Takeru realizes that perhaps this could be seen as a bad thing and swoops in to do damage control.

"Woah, hey, hey—don't freak out! There's probably little to no cosmic significance to us being trapped in this elevator together," Takeru says, patting the uncomfortable man on the back, "I bet there are plenty of things we don't have in common. Like, uh...like our names! There's no way your name is also Danma Takeru!"

"No, it's not," the stranger says, "My name is Kaneko Nobuaki. It's...it's nice to meet you."

"Oh, that's way different! And its obvious that you have much better manners than I do," Takeru says, taking the mirror and shoving it back into his bag, "That's two things right there! We're on a roll!"

"Yeah, uh," Kaneko responds warily, "that's...that's good."

"And I've got a third one locked and loaded," Takeru adds, clapping his hands together, "I bet you've never been part of the yakuza."

Kaneko smirks.

"Not in real life," he says, shoulders relaxing a little, "but I've had to pretend for a couple of projects."

"Projects?"

"TV, mostly," Kaneko says, "A few movies, too. It's fun to get dressed up in a suit and run around yelling at people."

"But it's a nightmare when you're chasing someone down one the back streets of Kabukicho in the rain," Takeru says, "and the wool of your suit is sucking up all that water, and you're screaming at the bastard to stop but nobody can hear you over the drunks, and there's mud on your nice shoes and your favorite switchblade is in your other jacket so you have to rely on the one that doesn't do the little clicky sound you like when you flick it open and—"

Takeru stops.

"I...own a hat shop now."

"That explains the mirror," Kaneko concludes, leaning against the wall of the elevator, "I thought you might be a hairdresser at first."

"My talents lie with my sewing machine," Takeru muses, "Everyone knows hunching over one of those things is hell on the back, but they never talk about the wrist pain. Don't suppose you have trouble with that, hm?"

"Sometimes I wear a brace when I'm drumming," Kaneko says, "it helps keep me from straining the muscles too much, especially on recording days."

"Oh, you...you're a musician, too?"

"I am."

"So what you're saying," Takeru says, steepling his fingers and tapping them together as he considers, "that if—no, when, when, we are being optimistic in this stuck elevator today!—and they make a movie about my life, you could play me and it could be a rock opera?"

"I guess I'd be the obvious choice—"

The elevator jolts. The light flicker. Then, motion—the car is back to moving, the floors passing by with a tiny ding as the passengers travel down towards the lobby.

"Something tells me the universe isn't ready for that," Takeru says with a smile, "I don't even think we were supposed to meet."

"Probably not," Kaneko agrees, "but it's been fun."

"And a little terrifying," Takeru adds, "there are a lot—and I mean a lot—of implications to meeting a man who has the same body as I do in a broken-down elevator, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying not to think about it."

"That sounds like a good plan," Kaneko says, "Not to be rude, but I hope we don't meet again. It's nothing personal, just..."

"No, I feel the same," Takeru replies, "Although!"

He pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to the other man.

"If you ever find yourself in need of a hat," Takeru says, "I'll hook you up. We have the same head size and face shape, so I can do something custom—you never even have to see me, just have someone come get it from that address. I'll even give you a ten percent discount for being such a handsome devil!"

Takeru flips his sunglasses back down over his eyes and give Kaneko double-finger guns. Kaneko politely returns the gesture, albeit with less enthusiasm.

"Yep," Takeru says as the elevator reaches the ground floor, "I'm gonna need a drink. Or seven. I'd invite you along, but...yeah."

"...Yeah."

Takeru steps to exit, then turns to give his double one last look.

"Good luck sleeping tonight."

Kaneko laughs to himself.

"You too."

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Lies I Made Up About Kaneko Nobuaki:

Glasses. I have no idea if he wears glasses or not.

Astigmatism. Again, not a clue.

Nearsighted. See above.

Wrist pain when drumming. I assume that could be a thing, but I have zero evidence to back me up.

Wrist brace. Again, see above.

He would be scared but ultimately cool with meeting someone who had the same body as he does. Bro, I don't know how anyone would handle that kind of thing in real life, least of all him.

But the one thing that is absolutely, undisputably true about this story is...Takeru would totally try to sell his doppelganger a hat. Being freaked out doesn't stop the hustle—not for that dude, at least. You can't change my mind.

#writings and such #alice in borderland #danma takeru #kankeo nobuaki #this is probably the first and last RPF i will ever do so.......enjoy lol #i dont like to blur the line between real person and fictional situations—but thats just me and if thats your thing then go for it :)#this was a fun challenge though and it got my brain working in new directions so that was very cool!

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