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sanriosratz · 2 years
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Spendorman fluffy hcs?
tytytytyty *mwah*
Splendorman Fluff
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Being very tall and lanky, balance has never been one of their strong suits. To counteract this, you will often find them rocking back and forth from their tip toes to the heels of their feet (they'll typically have their hands behind their back when they do this, too).
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Also he has a cane (+ cane crutches) that help with balance, too! He decorates them with stickers and sometimes he'll paint them with some of the residents that live with him!
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Doesn't have a gender and typically is very happy if you refer to her using any set of pronouns. He/him? Awesome, good choice! She/her? Lovely! They/them? Splendid! It/Its? Cool! Any neopronouns? She'll happily accept them!
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Very hpermobile! You know those inflatable tube men? Exactly the same vibes.
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Loves flowers and plants! They have tons scattered around her house and even more in her room. The garden (which is pretty big) is full of flowers and fun plants as well as fun play things for the residents. Her favourite flowers are hyacinths and roses.
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Is in fact just an overexcited puppy. New People? He must immediately go meet them, he will literally run towards you and pick you up into a huge hug and spin you!
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Splendor definitely shuffle-dances. They're up quite early in the morning so as they make their breakfast they'll turn on the radio (or make their own lil' song via humming) and dance away!
ty for asking this <3 you were the only one who did :(
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I have questions for some characters in the Windroe Trauma Dump post. I’m going to ask them generation by generation (youngest->oldest (I don’t have any for the original generation)). — Windroe Angst Anon
✩ I’m curious to know more about Zephyr’s almost arranged marriage, if you have anything?
✩ Would Ciero’s health cause them any distress (eg. pain/flare ups)? Also, you forgot to add Ciero’s marriage with Alice.
✩ You forgot to add in Favio’s previous eating disorder, lack of self worth, and smoking-related health scare.
Aight! So, the nearly-arranged marriage was when Zephyr was sixteen.
Richard and one of his pals thought it'd be fun to set up their kids.
The two got along alright (they were more...friends, than in love), and they even dated for two years - but when Zephyr realised he was gay, he ended the engagement/relationship.
Alright, I'll tell you this: in the main timeline, Ciero did NOT marry Alice. That was purely in the sad Ciero au. I have said this multiple times.
And oof, I'll add that into Favio's bit.
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lunamagicablu · 3 months
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"Un giorno una bimba molto sveglia si rivolse al vecchio nonno Cherokee mentre egli stava in meditazione dinnanzi a uno splendido tramonto. «Nonno: perché gli uomini combattono?» E proprio mentre il sole stava perdendo la sua battaglia con la notte, il saggio indiano spostò lo sguardo dalla rossa sfera e guardò dritto negli occhi della bimba, perle altrettanto infuocate. «Ogni uomo», disse calmo e sicuro, «è chiamato a compiere le proprie battaglie e la madre di tutte le battaglie è lo scontro che avviene tra i due lupi.» «Quali due lupi, nonno? » «Quelli che ogni uomo cela dentro di sé.» La bimba non comprese subito, tuttavia cominciò ad ascoltarsi e percepì in sé forti sensazioni mentre il nonno continuò: «Dentro ognuno di noi ci sono due lupi, uno è ferito, deluso, incattivito e vive di paura, invidia, gelosia, risentimento, menzogna ed egoismo.» Fece una pausa vedendo che la nipote era profondamente assorta. «E l’altro?» disse ella all’improvviso. «L’altro è un lupo felice, gentile, compassionevole. Vive in pace, nell’amore, nella fiducia e nella generosità. Si esprime in modo autentico.» La bimba, sempre più assorta e intenta a comprendere, chiese infine con trepidazione: «E quale lupo vince?» Il saggio Cherokee, con gli occhi lucidi e luminosi, con lo sguardo libero e profondo, rispose così: «Quello che scegli di nutrire di più!» La ragazza sveglia ne fu molto colpita e durante la notte fece curiosi sogni di epiche battaglie. Al risveglio una domanda le sgorgò urgentemente dal cuore. La rivolse al nonno alla prima occasione: «Nonno, tra il giorno e la notte io scelgo il giorno, ma mi piace anche la notte. Tra il caldo e il freddo, io scelgo il caldo, ma apprezzo anche il fresco. Perché ci deve essere sempre una battaglia? Perché ci deve essere sempre una cosa migliore dell’altra?». Il nonno, compiaciuto, si illuminò in volto. «Hai colto nel segno, non c’è un lupo davvero buono e un lupo davvero cattivo. Tutto è parte dell’Uno. Entrambi i lupi sono parte della Perfezione. Il giorno esiste solo perché c’è anche la notte, puoi inspirare soltanto dopo aver espirato. Entrambi i lupi vanno dunque nutriti, tuttavia occorre essere svegli e presenti per farlo in modo corretto, cogliendo di entrambi l’autentica natura, il potenziale e la forza. Rispettando i caratteri di entrambi i lupi tu crei un equilibrio che ti permette di stare nella pace: nessuno dei due vorrà attirare maggiore attenzione e tu potrai sentire di volta in volta la voce più profonda della tua coscienza». «Allora vincono tutti e due i lupi!» esclamò la ragazza con allegria. «Esatto!» confermò il nonno. «La quiete è l’obiettivo di un uomo di Conoscenza! Grazie al silenzio e alla pace interiore ogni conflitto perde significato. Tutto torna a splendere alla luce della Perfezione». La giovane ragazza sorrise di tutto cuore."
L'indiano e le altre creature che erano nate qui e che vivevano, avevano una madre comune: la terra. Egli era imparentato con tutto ciò che vive e riconosceva a tutte le creature gli stessi diritti come a se stesso. Quanto era legato alla terra, egli l'amava e l'ammirava. (Orso in piedi) art by Alfredo Rodriguez *********************** "One day a very smart little girl turned to her old Cherokee grandfather while he was meditating in front of a splendid sunset. «Grandfather: why do men fight?» And just as the sun was losing its battle with the night, the Indian sage moved his gaze from the red sphere and looked straight into the little girl's eyes, equally fiery pearls. «Every man», he said calmly and confidently, «is called to carry out his own battles and the mother of all battles is the clash that occurs between the two wolves.» «Which two wolves, grandfather? » «The ones that every man hides inside himself.» The little girl did not understand immediately, however she began to listen to herself and felt strong sensations within herself while her grandfather continued: «Inside each of us there are two wolves, one is hurt, disappointed, angry and lives of fear, envy, jealousy, resentment, lies and selfishness.» He paused as he saw that his niece was deeply engrossed. "And the other?" she said suddenly. «The other is a happy, kind, compassionate wolf. He lives in peace, in love, trust and generosity. He expresses himself authentically." The little girl, increasingly absorbed and intent on understanding, finally asked with trepidation: “And which wolf wins?” The wise Cherokee, with bright and shining eyes, with a free and deep gaze, responded thus: “The one you choose to feed the most!” The awake girl was greatly affected and during the night she had curious dreams of epic battles. When she woke up, a question of hers urgently welled up from her heart. She addressed it to her grandfather at the first opportunity: «Grandpa, between day and night I choose the day, but I also like the night. Between hot and cold, I choose warm, but I also appreciate cool. Why does there always have to be a battle? Why must there always be one thing better than the other? The grandfather, pleased, lit up his face. «You hit the nail on the head, there is no really good wolf and no really bad wolf. Everything is part of the One. Both wolves are part of Perfection. The day exists only because there is also night, you can only inhale after having exhaled. Both wolves must therefore be fed, however we need to be awake and present to do it correctly, grasping the authentic nature, potential and strength of both. By respecting the characters of both wolves you create a balance that allows you to stay in peace: neither of you will want to attract more attention and you will be able to hear the deepest voice of your conscience from time to time." “Then both wolves win!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully. "Exact!" confirmed the grandfather. «Quiet is the goal of a man of Knowledge! Thanks to silence and inner peace, every conflict loses meaning. Everything shines again in the light of Perfection." The young girl smiled wholeheartedly."
The Indian and the other creatures who were born here and lived had a common mother: the earth. He was related to all living things and recognized the same rights for all creatures as for himself. As much as he was tied to the earth, he loved and admired it. (Bear standing) art by Alfredo Rodriguez 
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the-scattered-pages · 11 months
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(I like the idea of each of the ‘brothers’ having a part to play in the proxy process.  Trender’s ‘clothes’ host microscopic parasites that over a long process work at altering the internals organs. Generally slow moving and work via entering via the nose ears and mouth. Mills only caught this because any sort of physical contact with something living triggers his senses.
Splender is capable of altering mood, in more extreme examples it can completely block the metal damages occurred while under control.  Lowering the chances of the true self awakening during ‘work’ due to extreme trauma or stress. Basic conversations are enough to trigger this, and is part of why he’s so personable with everyone. 
If I include offender It’s because he’s able to keep people knocked out or make them forget things. Done via holes in his hands that expel a gas based substance. Meaning both trender and splendy can work in a far more direct fashion. This isn’t the default option because it’s addictive, and in a high enough concentration will damage the mind and body beyond possible function. To the point where lung tissue, muscles, and eventually the brain itself with start to break down and almost melt. 
Slender himself pulls it all together and is the only one capable of actually controlling the altered humans. With enough enough time and stalking his sickness alone could achieve the same end result. But the brothers together make the process quicker and spreads the influence far further.   It also gives a reason for the grumpy old man to put up with their bullshit.)
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foofenshmirtz · 2 months
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Log # 2 The trees that walk
Disclaimer, this Au goes into detail about death, and mentions of sexual assault, cults, religion, gods, and gore. viewer discretion is adviced. I do not own any of the characters unless stated otherwise and everything is purely for entertainment purposes. i only own my writing.
After some time in these woods I figured it would be best to start logging down my findings. If I'm going to live in these woods I want to understand my surroundings and the people around me. Most of the forest residents have been here for years and have the advantage of experience, but i have something they don't which will ultimately be my saving grace.
Slenderman: a tall lengthy man, has no face, no way to speak or no real physical body that one could touch. He has the power to control and break peoples minds to a great extent. Avoid at most costs unless you have the symbol on your body. He is some type of immortal god and is the creator of the revenant proxies, humans who are loyal followers to him who are given great power to help serve him. From my understanding slender can't physically attack you but most people who come into close contact end up falling violently sick and get vivid hallucinations. Its best to avoid him but getting on his good side might beneficial. Slender also seems to be the creator of the portals around the forest, it seems he cant walk and teleportation is his only mode of transportation so it would only make sense. 
So far ive only come into contact with 4 of his proxies, i see them patrolling the woods often and they often come close to my cabin. They seem harmless to me for now but its best if i stay alert.
 Offenderman: From my understanding, not many know much about him. Not many see him around the woods and some even speculate if he is even alive or real. Nobody that has seen him has made it out alive or mentally well enough to truly say if he exists or not, but most in the woods believe that he was chased out to the farthest part of the mountains to keep people safe but by who nobody knows. He is the most ruthless of the brothers and if found he will ██████ ███████ ████ ████ ███████████████  ███████
Do not interact with.
Edit: he is located in ███████████ █████
Don't let them near.
Splender: for what i know about him is that he isn't as harmful as slender but is still best to be avoided. He constantly has a smile on his face though I'm not sure if he is actually happy.  I've only ran across him once but when i did he walked around like he was lost and constantly looking for something or someone. He talks alot but most of what he says is unrecognizable. From what I'm told he is the creator of the hollowed proxies, humans who were once happy who are now nothing but hollowed numb huskies of who they once were. 
Tenderman: He is the nicest of the 4 brothers yet seems to look the scariest. He doesn't seem to like me much. I've only seen him a handful of times but from what ████  told me he isn't fond of the murderers in the woods and is often trying to save people. He isn't like his other brothers and can be often found crying in the woods. Unlike his other brothers, he looks less like a walking tree and more like melting moss. I'm not sure why but he seems sheepish and is often found near rivers or with the deer of the forest. He doesn't have any proxies that i'm aware of and he seems to be more like a lost animal instead of some god, like his brothers. He seems sweet and If i wasn't the person i was im sure him and i would get along, but for now ill keep my distance. From my understanding, kindness is a rare thing in these woods and is often a sign of manipulation.
Maybe I'll try and change that.
That's all that I know about the brothers, from my understanding most just try and avoid them at all costs but I've been told that getting on at leasts Tender or Slenders good side could be beneficial to me. I'll debate it. I know trying to form alliances in these woods would be for the best for me but so far all the people i've come into contact with have only been dicks or too insane for my liking which is obviously to be expected and I'm not one to judge but I have standards at least. for now. Trying to befriend or at least be nice to a few of the revenant proxies might do me well in the future so ill try my best in that department but for now i'm going to stick to isolation and hope for the best.         
            Ps i know i'm the only one reading this so future me if you are skimming over this page again it means you aren't dead so good job us, but if its not us and its someone else and we do happen to be dead then i hope whoever finds this book finds it useful. <3
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ashanwills1 · 2 months
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This is a short poem I wrote for the goddess Freya.
GOLDEN GODDESS
Golden Goddess of war and love
Beauty like no other far and wide
Fiercer than any man and gentle as a dove
Red gold streamed from your eyes when cried 
Searching for your beloved on falcons wings 
And when the fallen come only you decide 
Who will drink with you like queens and kings 
And they will live in eternity at your side
None can best you with magic 
For you taught such powers and can see fate
You see what is to come even if it's tragic 
The lives lost in battle ride to your gate 
Carried high on wings of Valkyrie
Their lives honoring the goddess of war
In death we'll see the beauty of thee 
In all your splender upon your boar 
For you are the golden goddess
Filling my heart and soul with courage and pride
My life and fate you do possess 
My hope is that I see you at the end of my ride. 
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samantha-rae-velcher · 8 months
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Can you make part 5 of Gangsters Paradise, please ?
Gangsters Paradise Pt. 5
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Al Capone x Fem reader
Requested by: anon
Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Capone, Violence, swearing.
A/n: IF YOU DONT LIKE THE WARNINGS PLEASE DONT READ
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Y/n sat in the front seat of her car, she gripped the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on that one spot on the road. The one spot that Frank Capone died, she thought back to when it happened. Al was so ready to fight.
"Just one of ya!" Al had yelled.
The crowd of angry men all charged, Y/n's side all had bats but it didn't help. She lost Al in the scuffle, Frank had attempted to push her away from it all but she got knocked on her ass.
"Go Y/n! Go!" He yelled to her.
A large man slammed her to the ground, kicking her in the side. Y/n cried out in pain, taking out her knife, attempting to stab his leg, but the man snatched it from her and was about to use it when Frank came over and knocked the fucker senseless. He grabbed Y/n's arm, pulling her up and examining her.
"You alright?" He asked.
Y/n nodded, but in truth at least three of her ribs were broken.
"You need to get out of here!"
A man tried to attack Frank from behind, but Y/n took her bat and cracked him upside the head, The two looked over to see Nelson pointing a gun at Al.
"NO!" She yelled, pulling out her gun and aiming it at Nelson when Frank was suddenly shot in the stomach, catching Y/n's attention. Her eyes went wide, all other thoughts faded as he was shot multiple times.
His body dropped to the ground, and all that could be heard was Al's cry.
"FRANK!"
He went to stand but Y/n dove over and kept him on the ground.
"Al, if you stand up they'll shoot you."
"I don't care!"
"Yeah, well I do!"
Y/n sat there in her car, watching the people walk by as if it was nothing, and yet she comes here every day to put flowers where he died. Al is still a bit broken up about it, not as bad as the day in the hospital, but it still hurts him.
Oh, the day in the hospital. She can remember the terrible feeling she got when she walked through those doors.
"Y/n, are you alright?" Ralph asked.
"Don't worry about me. How are you?"
Tears started to form in his eyes, he shook his head and his gaze dropped to the floor. Y/n wrapped her arms around the large man, taking him into a warm embrace.
"It'll be alright. Sh sh, everything is gonna be alright." She whispered.
They pulled away from the hug and Ralph sat down, she gave him a half smile and gently rubbed his shoulder.
"Where's Al?"
Ralph nodded his head towards a slightly open door, Y/n straightened her coat, making her way over and pushing it open, letting herself in, and closing the door behind her.
"He loved you, you know?" Al sounded defeated.
"What?"
"Frank, he loved you. He always loved you."
Y/n slowly walked up to him, setting both her hands on his shoulders gently caressing the back of his neck with her thumb.
"I loved him too. He was like a big brother to me."
"He'd be hurt to hear you say that."
"Frank's a big boy, he'll get over it."
A choked giggled sounded from Al, making a smile spread over Y/n's face. But it faulted when the door opened, and in stepped Nelson. Y/n turned around, her hand gripped her pistol. The look in her eye scared Nelson, he went to step back but stopped when he realized Al was right next to her.
"There's not much more to go one." He said. "Word is, they were Chicago detectives special squad. They say, someone called and told them that the Cicero police couldn't be trusted...he never got his gun out."
Al let out a choked breath, making Y/n tighten her grip on his shoulder.
He sniffled and turned, looking over at Nelson.
"Every fuckin think that crawls, is gonna pay."
"Thank you, George." Y/n growled.
When Nelson left, and the door closed behind him. Y/n knelt down beside Al, taking his hand and planted a kiss on his knuckles.
"Il sole tornerà a splendere, Alphonse." She whispered.
Translation: "The sun will shine again, Alphonse."
Al sniffled again, pressing his forehead against hers, and planted a gentle kiss to her lips.
Y/n's car door opened, and Al jumped in. He opened up his news paper and started reading.
"Can you believe this shit?" He asked. "Listen to this, a shop owner shoots man after breaks his front window-"
"He was trying to protect you."
"What?"
"Frank, he was trying to protect you."
Al looked over at the spot where his brother died.
"When?" He asked.
"That day...he and I both were."
"Y/n, you're not makin any sense."
"You were on the ground hurt, Nelson came up behind you-"
"Who?" He blurted.
"Mueller, he came up behind you and pointed his gun at the back of your head. Frank and I saw, I took out my gun and Frank got shot."
"You're just telling me this now?"
"I just remembered."
Al nodded, folded back up his paper and pointed up the street.
"Torrio's waiting."
Y/n cranked the car and drove off.
THE END ❤️
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reneethewitch27 · 2 years
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Creepypasta roleplay
Everyone has discord
Summer camp for young killers and monsters like total drama camp idea they do challenges and competitions stay in as regular summer camp creepy versions
I’ll only play my ocs and some canon characters only and feel free to chat message me
And the creepypasta gang known as canon characters everyone wants to be? Some maybe an cameo
Slender man (host and camp director)
Jeff The Killer
Eyeless Jack
Ben Drowned
Masky
Hoody
Ticci Toby
Kanna the raven girl
Meg Kwan
Jen the graveyard keeper (slenders proxies)
Clockwork
Jane The Killer
Nina The Killer
Sally Williams
Larazi
Lulu
X Virus
Puppeteer
Laughing Jack
Laughing Jill
Zero
Jason The Toymaker
Korbyn Jumping eagle
Scarecrow
Reggie
Homecidal Liu
Kasa (kanna’s older sister)
Kate the Chaser
Skully (Jay Merrick)
Mrs Pencil Neck
Kagekao
Will Grossman
Serena
Graffiti
Killing Kate
Mrs Mirror
bloody painter
judge angel
Suicide Sadie
Glutty (chef)
Nurse Anne (camp nurse)
Splender man (staff member)
Offender man (staff members)
Trender man (staff member)
Zalgo (second owner)
Smile dog
Grimmy
Mr Widemouth
B.O.B
The Rake
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ask-thecreepypasta · 1 year
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Hello There People I Got a new phone Soooooooooo I made this Account So ask us Anything :]
-Ticci Toby
[list Of People yall can ask
·Ticci Toby (Me)
·Jeff the killer
·Slender Man
·Masky
·Hoodie
Homicidal Liu (or Sully)
Eyeless jack
Ben drowned
Laughing jake
Smile dog
Grinny cat
Lost silver
Bloody painter
Splender man
Pyramid head
Sally williams
The cat hunter
Nurse sally
Zalgo
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zeramorphosis · 8 days
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Im on the second to last stage of my splenderous tool and are u seriously telling me i finally have to learn how to do expert recipes.... u gotta be kidding me my intelligence is even lower than my wols and that guy has a poor mans country lominsian education
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journal-ofmy-heart · 4 months
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You cannot see the beauty of the stars in the midday sky because the light of the sun eclipses them. However, after the sun sets and the sky becomes black as pitch, you see the stars in the full force of their splender. So it is with the gospel of Fesus Christ. We can only see its true beauty against the backdrop of our sin. The darker man appears, the brighter the gospel shines.
paul washer
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sanriosratz · 2 years
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Dorothy/Ferris headcanons!
@eldritch-hall-asylum I think the name ‘Ferris’ would be cute! However, I’m not against ‘Dorothy Ferris [Windroe]’… Anyway, I’d love to hear your headcanons, too (yes, this is my new hc fixation lol)
➤ Ferris is a multipurpose service/assistance dog! He is mainly for psychiatric/autism purposes, but does/can alert and respond to fainting/PoTS episodes.
➤ His tasks include, but are not limited to:
↳ ༉‧₊✎ Retrieve dropped items/carry items
: ̗̀✎ alert and respond to fainting episodes
: ̗̀✎ grounding/DPT (Deep Pressure Therapy) during panic/anxiety attacks, meltdowns/overloads/shutdowns and flashbacks
: ̗̀✎ interrupting panic/anxiety attacks, dissociative episodes, flashbacks, and self-harming behaviours (eg. scratching, skin picking, etc.)
: ̗̀✎ crowd control (circle handler to create space)
: ̗̀✎ medication reminders
➤ Ferris helps guide Ciero away from her triggers as well as create a physical barrier between herself and strangers/crowds (tasks: crowd control and laying between Ciero’s legs to create space between her and people behind her).
➤ He can also provide an excuse for Ciero to leave a situation if she’s stressed/uncomfortable/triggered/etc.
➤ Is 10000000% the bestest and smartest and goodest boi!
➤ Ciero might dye his tail, but I’m unsure if that’d work on Ferris’s fur?
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Elliot angst bc you deserve it (and Ciero, if consider brief mentions as a main tag)
Elliot, before he died, struggled quite a bit with depression and anxiety. He always liked relying on his twin sister to cheer him up, if only a little bit—and he always enjoyed and made sure to keep the memories he made with her whenever they’d go to the library or the town together close to his heart.
When Steven was disowned; dead to the entire family, everything with Elliot got so much worse. <u>(1)</u>Not even his sister could cheer him up, everything lost it’s meaning; not even the dearest memories he had with his sister made any difference to anything.
He was so caught up in work, his fathers legacy bruising his shoulders and bending his spine—the memories of what he once enjoyed, his hobbies, food, activities, everything were distant, unable to be reached.
<u>(2)</u>Elliot was slowly becoming a husk; he didn’t know who he was, he didn’t know who Elliot Windroe truly was. He had no taste, if he had a favourite food, it tasted of nothing, which led him down a dark hole of not doing anything but work.
Maybe, if he lived up to his fathers standards; his legacy, he’d know who he was. But instead, it got worse. <u>(3)</u>With constant flares of his illnesses, he was quickly becoming overwhelmed, and one day, it was simply too much.
Too, too much.
And so, with a shotgun, loss of self identity, and free will, he decided to die in his own way.
<u>(1)</u>This is also the same idea I have for Ciero, especially in his breakdown arc. (2)Just the idea of being so broken by everything that’s happened to him, most brought on by his own selfish need to help people (the idea of making other people happy for his own gain of potential/temporary happiness) and selfless way of going about it (sacrificing himself for others happiness) (this would also include Rom!Alice), that he has no idea who he is anymore, and nothing means anything.
<u>(2)</u>Also, I feel like Ciero would also suffer with losing taste due to depression. I think he’d lose it quite quickly, possibly after a few cases as a social worker or after everything with Alice. Which could possibly cause him to stop eating, but I don’t know.
A lot of his personality before the breakdown is fake and he only ever stopped using the fake personality after he knew that everyone knew.
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<u>(3) Elliot’s illnesses:</u> - Anaemia - Gastroparesis - Anxiety - Depression - Asthma - Unilateral renal hypoplasia - Ehlers-danlos syndrome - PoTS - Autism (and an array of allergies (garlic, peanuts, citrus, feathers, pollen, dust))
<u>Ciero’s Illnesses:</u> - Autism, - PTSD&Agoraphobia - CRPS - Ehlers-danlos syndrome - Gastroparesis
...wow
This really hit me.
Yall are trying to murder me with the big sad before 10 o'clock at night. (/j)
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starvingtongue · 8 months
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"Is it time to go? It's been so long..." (For Zanarkand)
@bushidoxunsent
"Everything has its time," including two of them, though she was loathe to admit it. she had never been too sure how her creation had come to be. nor was she certain if her destruction would be at her own hand or that of Spira's will. there must be some semblance of will to live left within her, to keep her clinging to this world instead of bursting into a cloud of pyreflies as the denizens of Spira typically did at the end of their lives. she wasn't sure what drove her, what her will clung to, but inevitably, one day, she would let go and it would be over.
but back to the matter at hand. "Including our memories." with that, it disapated into a cloud of pyreflies. "The ruins have a limited amount of Pyreflies and I do not wish to extinguish all these souls for a mere glance at a memory." letting the pyreflies intermingle with her memories wouldn't serve either of them well. Z had already ruminated far too long on what she had lost, no doubt her companion had too.
"I wouldn't have thought you would yearn for that dream. You seem like the grounded in reality type," she was hazy on the details of how the man had gotten into the dream in the first place, but he had experienced the splender of what the city had once been. "You are one of the few that have experienced what once was, and the experiences that came with it. It is tempting to stay within the it's comforts, no?" she almost sounded like a fanatic, and perhaps she was, for she was Zanarkand and Zanarkand was her. Dream included.
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felixferociter · 2 years
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Introspective. Old man feelings coming back, of being the child of an alien king. From whence does imagination create destined heirarchies in splenderous raiment?
I have no love to draw me deeply, paint me by numbers. O, you unholy stars! How you make mockery of our dreams.
My heaven is better, if only in my adventures. If only in play. If only in a mad mirror.
O Jesus! All of hell beckons to burn me, and naught but love remains. The tears stream down my face. How to put this in words?
I am an alien.
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mangoshibi · 5 years
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Garry AU
I came up with some HCs for Garry but after a while they started to contradict some of the things you said so this is an AU now. Let’s say these are headcanons for Earth 2 Garry or something. 
-Splendor Man (a character from this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MXYC_jX2Wc) is his favorite pet-sitter.
-Due to his overly curious nature and lack of understanding about how the world works he gets himself into trouble a lot. Usually it’s just harmless stuff but sometimes he gets into real danger. For example the first time Jack was taking too long to come home Garry went looking for him, accidentally wandered too far away, was attacked by the Rake and needed to be rescued. -He really looks up to the Seed Eater and sees him as his big brother. He is constantly demanding piggy back rides and playtime from him. Seed Eater was going to eat him the first time they met but Garry reminded him of a baby Seed Eater so he was spared. -The little pup is part of this pack the animal monsters (Loneliness, BRVR, Smile Dog, the Seed Eater) made. After BRVR, Garry is the most protective pack member towards Loneliness. He will legit fight you if you do anything to hurt or even mildly inconvenience the little Eeevee (FYI Loneliness comes from a creepypasta called “Abandon Lonliness”. ) -He loves the way twinkling lights look and can just sit there stare at them for hours on end. -Garry positively adores going to the mansion because there’s so many rooms and hallways for him to explore and so many people for him to cuddle and play with. -He hates baths since when his fur gets dried it becomes this thick easily tangled cloud that makes it difficult for him to move in for a while. You ever see pictures of sheep that haven’t been sheared in a really long time? That’s what he looks like. Plus he flashes back to the lab and gets scared so EJ just rinses his fur with soap and water whenever Garry gets dirty. -When someone he’s attached to tries to leave he does that thing where he grabs onto their leg in an attempt to keep them from leaving. He does this to almost everybody. -The reason he doesn’t like people touching his chest hole is because he knows the acid in his body spills out of it and burns Jack if he snuggles Garry too tightly to his body. Since Garry is the second most sweet and innocent pasta there is after Splendor Man,  he keeps people from touching it so he doesn’t hurt them. The only reason he lets Jack touch it is because he’s the only one he trusts to help him if there’s something wrong with it. -After eating his food the tendril acid in his stomach completely melts it down until it absorbs into his body. The lab didn’t want a genetically engineered killing machine they had to clean up after so this is why his body gets rid of waste this way instead of well, you know. -It doesn’t hurt him and he can re-attach them easily with no ill effects but he has a bad habit of ripping his limbs off when he’s anxious or scared. He usually only does it if he’s been completely alone for a very long time. -The only toy of his he won’t share with the other animal pastas is Bonnet the defender. Bonnet is his most prized possession and he's worried about it getting damaged or lost so he hides it in his pouch every time he’s with the other animal monsters. When they ask what’s in his pouch he says “butterflies” and they don’t question it. -Even though he’d happily walk up to the scariest looking monster and ask them to be his friend without a second thought he is deathly afraid of the dark.
-He sometimes has nightmares about being, in his own words, "a big, scary monster who brutally murders people and says bad words". ___ Shibi: *clutches heart* oh my god I love these thank you!! 
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