#the edgelord gets fed
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Can we get headcannons of the NWTB egos with a reader who’s the embodiment of a child’s fear pretty pretty please 🥺
Oh, fine. But only because you added two "pretties" to your request, lol.
(Side note: I really only write for Phantom, Bones, and Natemare on occasion, so these will just be headcanons for them. I know Nate has more egos than these three, but these are the ones I have an actual attachment to.)
Since fear is such a complex thing, and since there are literally hundreds of phobias out there, we'll just assume that the reader is the embodiment of fear in general, just. . .specifically for kids, I guess.
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Phantom
If you've read my stories about Phantom, then you know that I personally see him as an eldritch abomination. He wears a glamour to blend in with humans most of the time, but underneath said glamour, he's got all the qualifications. Body horror cranked up to eleven, mind-melting vibes, the whole shebang.
That being said, to compare an embodiment of fear to a creature like him is. . .interesting. Very, very interesting. On the one hand, you're partially the reason Phantom has his status as such a horrific monstrosity. Without fear, he might not have the amount of respect and power he's earned throughout the years.
On the other hand. . .well, he's the kind of thing that adults (humans and lesser-monsters alike) learn to fear one way or another. Although children are always more intelligent and observant than they're given credit for, they just can't exactly process things like Phantom. They can process fear itself, as well as nightmares/terrors, but they can't really grasp something so raw. Interacting with an eldritch creature means having to accept the unacceptable, to confront the fact that the universe is much more fluid and indifferent and wrong than it was already thought to be. And, thankfully, young minds that are so busy developing themselves can't face that stuff for a matter of time.
Anyway, on top of all the outer monstrosity stuff, Phantom is nothing if not a smug bastard. So, he'd definitely use the supernatural/cosmic hierarchy to poke some fun at you. Remember, a lot of his work focuses on stuff like greed or desperation and the like. Oftentimes, a lack of fear is what leads his clients to sign his contracts.
Even so, he'd still hold respect for you. Fear is a completely natural thing for humans; in fact, it's necessary for survival (see the previous passage). Children can use their fears to grow, to discover things about themselves. They can work hard to overcome their fears, and then feel proud and strong once they reach that goal. Even if they don't overcome their fears, they can still find ways to coexist with them. They can learn all sorts of things from their fears. They might draw inspiration from their fears to create art, or use their fears to try and protect others. The possibilities are endless.
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Bones
As a revenant, Bones is all-too familiar with fear. It was one of the things to overwhelm him as he died, as well as when he entered the process of becoming undead. So, he'd admittedly act hostile toward you at first. (Not like that's too different from how he acts with pretty much everyone.) He may be supernaturally strong and technically immortal, but he's not invulnerable. Nowadays, fear is like a syringe to his pain. It makes his spasms worse, makes his heart and lungs burn, makes his brain swim.
Though he can't remember the majority of his past life, he can remember feeling fear in his childhood. And the lack of memories makes those feelings even worse, because he doesn't know what they were about, or what caused them, or, or, or. . .
Still, in a strange way, a child's fear can hold some portion of a child's innocence. (Keep in mind, this very much depends on circumstance.) And innocence is something Bones hasn't seen or felt for a very, very long time. Interacting with children's fears personified just might provide a brief window to it. That wouldn't really alleviate any of his pain, but it might make him feel calm for a few minutes.
If he were to form a legitimate friendship with you, he could potentially see you as a way to keep kids away from him. Which, in turn, would ensure that no children experience the pain he emits as a revenant. Yeah, Bones is spiteful and negative (and definitely sadistic in certain scenarios), but he's not enough of a monster to want to harm kids.
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Natemare
If we're keeping the FNAF lore in mind, Natemare is something of a guardian to children, thanks to his ties with the Marionette. Due to that, he'd probably be wary of you at first. The ghostly kids he's cared for in the past were all most certainly scared in the last moments of their lives, and even more so during their afterlives.
Then again, part of Mare's care and guidance for those ghost-children was helping them terrify any living adults who could've been connected to their deaths. And since that's somewhat justified. . .well, it's complicated, but he can still sort of understand your role in the grand scheme of things.
Plus, like I said before with Phantom: fear has a positive side. It's the thing that can prepare kids for the world, help them grow, push them to be careful with the decisions they make. So, with that in mind, Mare would have some genuine respect for you. Perhaps there could be some kind of weird yin-yang scenario between the two of you.
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(I'm so sorry for all the waxing eloquent here 😅)
@that-bat @th3w00ds @nwtbobsessedemo
#the edgelord gets fed#asks#nathan sharp#natewantstobattle#nwtb egos#phantom nwtb#bones nwtb#natemare nwtb
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Chara's reaction on different Sans aus (headcanon thingy)
Warning: just for fun and not canon! These are my Chara's opinions on these Sanses, not mine.
1. Classic (Undertale)
- mine.
2. Killer (Something New)
- damn just like me fr
- brother killer
- his chara really did a number on him
- a shame i can't have a conversation with them, could be useful
- barely recognizable as sans anymore
- probably because he is something in-between monster and human, relatable tbh
- could be entertaining company
- but way too scattered and unstable
- one day that will be his undoing
- should take note of his situation for future discretion
2. Horror (Horrortale)
- how is he even still alive?
- made everyone eat human flesh, yet does not indulge himself, baffling
- it's not like he has much to lose...
- do understand how he feels due to undyne's and alphys's betrayal
- keeps his village fed and turned the lizard into a vegetable, respect
- but then destroyed the core leaving the underground without any solution
- mixed feelings
3. Murder (Dusttale)
- damn... kinda hot
- would hate my guts, also hot
- interesting eyelights
- hallucinates papyrus everywhere, has gone coocoo lol
- is similar to killer in some ways
- both killed everyone to get out of the cycle
- except he did for a clear purpose, not to "feel something different"
- now is doomed to either battle his human forever
- or live completely alone for years on end
- was it all worth it, sansy?
4. Fell (Underfell)
- edgelord
- go outside
- is just annoying in all honesty
- the dynamic with his brother is weird
- as his choice of clothing
- quick to anger, could be fun to annoy
- but mostly just pathetic
5. Outer (Outertale)
- same thing different font
- except even the font is the same
- yet is still just somehow boring
- i am not even sure how that is possible
6. Error (Errortale)
- what the hell is this
- manchild
- hobo
- also likes chocolate, but is that supposed to make me like him?
- if not for his strings he'd just be too easy
- you can see how vulnerable he is behind it all, renders him also pathetic
- but aside from that, could be a capable opponent
- when he's not glitching over just some light touch again
- better not interfere with my universe
- or i'll put his phobia to the use
7. Ink
- forgetful and childish
- also should steer clear of me
- might kill him even if tried to hold it in
- is soulless like flowey
- will probably one day just grow bored
- but hopefully can keep the hobo busy
8. Fresh (Underfresh)
- goodbye.
- don't even breathe in my direction please.
9. Blue (Underswap)
- papyrus in sans's body
- would whimper
- and be fun to break
- but not my cup of tea
10. Cross (X-Tale)
- also killed everyone
- why is that so common?...
- also kinda of an edgelord
- used to have a male version of me in his body, cool i guess
- don't have much to say really
12. Lust (Underlust)
- whore.
- but at least he recognizes that.
13. Dance (Dancetale)
- my sans but can breakdance
- is that really it
- how exciting
14. Nightmare (Dreamtale)
- we are not so different you and i
- i can respect a man with class!
- but don't touch my universe
- you'll regret it
15. Dream (Dreamtale)
- has some drip
- but too positive for my liking
- his entire worlview is naive and foolish
- nightmare was right about you
#haphephobia#maybe? chara makes fun of it#suggestive#chans#chara#headcanons#undertale au#so many aus that i don't feel like listing them all sorry
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[11/?]
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It has backfired on her.
Now her siblings are competing to earn her favor, plaguing her with their own vigilante alter egos.
"Look what I've got, Mari!" Dick calls out, bringing a dusty box to the couch.
She tilts her head as she looks up from her sketchbook.
"I found some Nightwing merch you might like." Dick preens. "You know, just in case you change your mind about your favorite vigilante."
She raises an eyebrow and looks into the box. Tumblers, caps, ballers, shirts, pins, stickers, keychains, bracelets. All in the theme of Nightwing. She refrains from asking why he has merchandise of himself.
Marinette gives a strained smile. "I understand that you're a fan and all, but I really don't get the appeal."
He makes a face. "You can take at least one."
She sighs and goes through the pile before digging out a Nightwing hoodie that looks comfy.
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She thinks Jason won't care too much about being hailed the favorite but she's proven absolutely wrong. During one chat with him, he manages to slip it in the conversation.
"And then I told her that my sister makes better slippers!" Jason grins.
"You didn't!" She laughs.
"Speaking of that shop, apparently Red Hood fought off some thugs for the old lady." Jason takes a swig of his drink. "And he even threatened them not to go back!"
"Thats . . . that's cool."
"Right? He looks big and scary but he has a heart inside."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, and he helps out a lot of street kids too." He hastily adds: "I just heard about it."
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Tim's approach is more passive-aggressive.
One morning when Marinette slips into the kitchen to make her coffee, she sees a rubber duck wedged between the coffee press and the cream. And it's not just a rubber duck. It's a rubber duck dressed as Red Robin.
The ducks follow her everywhere.
She catches one near her sewing machine, one pinned near a window where she usually works, another next to her baking supplies, inside her shoe, on her laptop. She only collects the ducks and makes them line up in her room.
But that's not all.
Themed advertisements begin to pop up whenever she uses her phone or laptop. The Red Robin symbol flickers every now and then at the corner of her screen.
Marinette frowns upon seeing another duck inside her purse. Damn your psychological harassment.
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Damian is the most annoying one.
He springs out of nowhere and pops out a surprise attack whenever she's doing something. If Marinette's playing UMS Online, he'll stand in front of her screen and say, "Robin uses an awesome katana."
To which she replies, "Go away! I'm losing!"
He'll sit beside her during meals and state in a casual tone: "He has the best fighting skills out of all the others."
And she'll glower. "Not in front of my croissants, Damian."
He'll also accidentally 'run into' her whenever she's outside the manor. "It has come to my attention that he wants to cease being too much of an edgelord."
She'll walk past him. "Good thing to know."
What's worse is that Damian seems set on maintaining his 'favorite' status and is actively trying to sabotage the others' attempts.
When Marinette decides to slip on the Nightwing hoodie, she finds a Robin sticker stapled on top of the Nightwing logo.
Whenever Jason comes over and talks to her, Damian interrupts and the boys get into an argument.
Even the ducks aren't safe. Marinette sees a few re-dressed in a Robin getup.
Finally, after getting fed up with their stupid antics, she decides to end the war once and for all.
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Bonus
Marinette taps her stylus on her tablet. The crossword puzzle sits unfinished on the screen.
She squints. "Seven letter word for best vigilante in Gotham?"
Stephanie raises her hand. "SPOILER!"
Duke perks up. "THE SIGNAL!"
"Duke, that's nine letters."
"Oh."
Marinette looks back at the description list. "Oops, it's actually six letters. My bad."
Cass smiles. "Orphan."
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Anyone else really fucking sick of the whole edgelord “we don’t need school it’s all bullshit when will I even need to know any of this” crowd who will also immediately turn around and violently shame and attack anyone who says something misinformed or asks a question that they deem to be “common knowledge”???
Like yeah, I remember highschool. It sucked, but not because of what I was learning. It sucked because teachers are overworked and underpaid/under supported, and the school system doesn’t give half a shit about disabled kids or kids with different neurological conditions or really any of the kids.
We do need schools. Whatever issues the system as a whole has, it needs to be reformed, not done away with. You cannot sit and gripe about how we don’t need any of these history classes because it’s all stuff you don’t want to know anyway, and then go absolutely batshit insane when someone doesn’t know about Pearl Harbor.
Because those people aren’t stupid. They are being intentionally misled, neglected, misinformed, or all three. They are ignorant, not because they chose it but because someone else chose it to further their own desires.
Ignorance leads to harm. Ignorance leads to manipulation. Ignorance is why we have slews of people in the US who are so scared of autism (which IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE SCARED OF) that they refuse to vaccinate their children, which is a form of medical neglect. They are actively endangering people they care about because they have been lied to by political parties and religious leaders who benefit from uneducated mobs.
Ignorance is how you get cults. Ignorance is how people get taken advantage of. Ignorance is how you get genocide. ONE person decides they want power and they use the lack of education to amass followers who will support them blindly because they don’t know any better.
Everyone is appalled when ex-Mormons get on the internet and talk about all the things they had to learn as adults, who by all accounts should have known those things by the time they were fifteen. People lose their fucking minds when ex-Mormons mention they didn’t know how babies were made until after they got married at like thirty. I saw someone make an entire six minute video about how he’s pretty sure all these deconstructers are lying for clout online, because how could they possibly not know?
They don’t know because they were intentionally kept in the dark. That is how high-control religions and cults operate. That is how you keep people under your thumb.
You ask how Christians could possibly think that evolution isn’t real? As someone who was raised that way, I’ll tell you.
From the moment my education started, I was fed misinformation. In kindergarten I learned about how God made dinosaurs, but they all died in the flood and the earth was too damaged afterward to support such big species even after they came off the ark. In middle school I watched Ken Ham and Kent Hovind videos about how carbon-dating is all bogus and if any scientist tries to use it to debate you, you can say “Aha! I knew you were wrong!” and end the discussion there. In highschool I took apologetics, where we learned how to “defend our faith” by constantly moving the goalposts when we spoke to atheists. We were taught that “What happened to the Missing Link?” is a gotcha that no scientist would ever be able to dispute, and so obviously we were the ones in the right. I was told at every possible opportunity that Bill Nye is literally the antichrist, that he doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about, and that any Creationist (Christian “scientists”) could debate him into the ground because he’s so stupid.
I didn’t question any of it because that wasn’t an option. It was *literally* all I knew. I had such a fundamental misunderstanding of science as a whole that when I was exposed to true scientific facts and processes and studies for the first time, I could scoff and say “Don’t they know that’s not even a real thing? How ridiculous that they’d think I would believe it!”
I’m doing the work now to re-educate myself. I have learned so much in just two years that I genuinely can’t speak to half of my family because it makes them so angry. And when I hear people talk about anything happening or existing “billions of years ago”, my knee-jerk reaction is still “The earth is nowhere near that old! That’s how I know they’re lying!” I have to intentionally reprogram my thinking every. single. time. that I engage with scientific literature or media.
It’s hard. It’s frustrating. And it all could’ve been avoided if my own parents hadn’t also been misled their whole lives. I’m not going to make excuses for them as adults, because learning and doing better is your own responsibility once you’re not a kid. But I will say that if their parents hadn’t also been misinformed, they wouldn’t have learned the same lies that they later went on to teach me and my siblings. It’s a vicious cycle, one that is designed to keep people ignorant. It is purposely designed not to have an out.
So yeah, I don’t really know how to end this post but please for the love of god, have some empathy for people who don’t know “common knowledge” facts about science or history. Most likely, it’s not their fault. And the way they push back at you with nothing but misinformation and a dream has been programmed into them probably since birth. This is why we need education, why we need schools, and why it is so vitally important that we as a society do the work to reform our education system.
#I still have even more thoughts on this but it’s getting long now#so yeah#please feel free to ask any questions you have#I’d love to help people understand the fundie methods of education better#ex fundie#deconstructing christianity#deconstructing religion#deconstructing faith#ken ham#bill nye#creationism#science#education reform#school system#long post#text post#things that fucking matter#nightramblestm
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truly just amazing to me. theres a reason people dont do this with other groups that are active on here and reblog popular posts, like the numerous white supremacist/4chan esque edgelord blogs (im thinking of that gk guy who keeps following me after getting banned and all of his mutuals) or the fetishists or actual legit pedophiles on here. no, just the feminazis are put under this level of scrutiny by hobbyless people like this. does it ever occur to these people that theres a reason why theres so many more radical feminist and adjacent women on here, to the point where they have do to paranoid shit like combing thru thousands of notes to spot them? is it because so many women have become bigots? or is there something a little fishy about the narrative theyve been fed? i mean good fucking god where is your brain?
#sorry for the rant im in a mood#and thats not even to say there arent some questionable so called radfem blogs on here#but alot of the faults of this space are mostly bc its the nature of social media to attract the worst in every niche online space#but somehow it’s radical feminism that isnt allowed that kind of nuance#and thats not even addressing that we actually do get bad faith actors from reddit and discord posing as radfem women to start drama too#it happens a lot
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i just want one time for Soap to get fed up with Ghost’s edgelord bullshit and roll his eyes and be like “Okay Skeletor”
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Sorry part 2 since I guess I really can't send you manga screencaps on anon but Meursalt also uses square shapes for the prison, which seems more industrial and real vs the hamsterball prison in the show. The glowing balls look like abilities, which wouldn't work on our damaged dearest, while a white and steel fifteen by fifteen box which separates him from the possibly ability derived space in the bottom level does work.
And yeah... I wouldn't trust twitter or any other online space for nuanced discourse but people have hated this show since it first came out. At least we are finally getting fed season 4 after a million years
Aha on ANON, that makes sense actually - the picture I got the other day was not an anon ask (I'm wiping tiny little tears from the corners of my eyes).
Listen, I am not an actual fan of Bungo Stray Dogs as a story. I'm an imposter, really, a fake fan. I'm there for certain characters, and some interesting bits about mashing them together and seeing unique abilities. The actual plot is like 90% Atsushi (whom I hate) and at the same time 40% bullshittery (math what's that?), 20% what the fuck is Asagiri taking, and 30% I can't stand seeing depression treated like this anymore time for fanfics.
I didn't get any sleep last night so I apologize if this sounds deranged and/or delirious but I thought I should come clean. I only enjoy BSD for anything revolving Dazai, Fyodor, Mori (when he's not salivating over Elise), Akutagawa (overdramatic edgelord though he is) and a handful of other characters' interactions and plot developments. My favorite episodes were the 15 Port Mafia days flashbacks, and then literally anything to do with Fyodor. And Dazai but that's obvious.
I should stop rambling. I bet the manga's better though. I just don't read manga except Tokyo Ghoul and yaoi (for drawing references of course).
#sadist’s answered asks#bungo stray dogs#should I tag that when I'm talking shit about it#sorry if you don't agree with me#it's just a REALLY weird show and I sometimes forget that#I've read so many fanfics on it that I think I've convinced myself I like it more than I do#and the fourth season is just so boring#because Ranpo IS ANNOYING
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Not Gonna Let Down The Title Line
LK 103: United we Crammed
(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)
you know I think the dumbass CAN be taught.
xXdaggerQuillXx is not only on-point for an edgelord 15/16 year old given access to mass media, but its also on-point for early 2000s-era forum usernames. I have a theory that someone in the writer's room was either daggerQuill or had a similar name, and this line was meant to dunk on them.
ROAST HIS ASS, MOSES.
oh, ADHD-ass eager beaver.
Moses is also not paid enough to put up with this.
I paused on just the right frame to get a face full of squirrel twerking. I need to sit down a moment.
ok but their relationship is kind of cute, too.
Sam I'm gonna need you to calm tf down, you're causing tonal whiplash with the soundtrack.
in other words, John is gonna crush them.
I don't see how having Henri be sheepdog is going to make the wagon move any faster but then again he's probably an absolute demon if given direction and encouragement.
The ewe just magically transformed into a ram. These guys are Pure Gender energy no wonder Henri has such sway over them.
Duane this is not a good look.
This guy is really not thrilled he has a babysit a teenager with poor impulse control.
oh my god I love his energy. I love this man. Spirit animal fr.
Henri and the sheepdog are the two braincells keeping this train together.
Sarah has such a girlcrush on Abigail Adams I bet she was giggling and twirling her hair.
Sarah honey, the Frillips polycule is near critical mass, you don't need to introduce more empowered and intelligent women into it.
her footman/driver lookin' kinna cute, do you think they had a thing for blondes at DIC.
Gage: Hey so uh, how should I be treating Boston when I get there? Like do we have an idea of what we want or...
Lord North's Parliament: fuckin I dunno do what you want?
...were they told to give that sheep a butthole, or was this a fed up artist sneaking things into frame.
Henri's the real brains of this outfit istg
*background art anyeurism*
Whaaaat the delegation from the Quaker colony in the Quaker city would vote for moderation? But the Society of Friends has such a reputation for spiciness!
James wants to see a fistfight on the floor and so do we
#liberty's kids#tricorn on the cob watches LK and makes inane commentary#james hiller#sarah phillips#amrev#18th century#henri lefebvre#moses#Continental congress#Abigail Adams#tricorn watches
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Finally finished testing Skyrim and moved on to making Jelani.
Adding a few final touches and then going off to get attacked and bitten by a vampire and slowly watching the disease take over. I like playing it this way. Not only does it feel super immersive for me but that's just how (in story) it went.
He and Trevor were coming back from The Reach one night and a woman came rushing to them yelling for help. She's all messed up and shit and said bandits were holding people captive in a cave and she got away but her sister didn't escape. Now, Trevor's a werewolf and he could pick up a weird scent on her and he was already cautious but wanted to help so he and Jelani drop the woman off in Rorikstead and head to the cave to help even though he had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Long story short the woman was both a thrall and full of shit. She was bait for luring people to the cave to be fed on by a group of vampires. Trevie and Jela are good but there were a lot of them and even if Trevie had turned into his werewolf form to fight 'em Jelani was still overpowered and bitten by several of them to the point of almost bleeding to death. However, Trevor managed to kill most of them and ran off with Jelani who survived but had contracted sanguinare vampiris. Loke wasn't at home when it happened so Trevor found a healer's apprentice who didn't give Jela the Skyrim equivalent of antibiotics (I forgot the name okay?) so that's why his physical injuries healed but the disease was dormant until he turned.
Then he got involved with the Volkihar clan and was then turned into a vampire lord.
All before turning 19 lol. He got bit at 17 and then turned into a vampire lord like a month or so before his 19th birthday.
Y'all know I'm am edgelord through and through and love adding some edginess to Jelani but the Skyrim version of Jelani is really...I'm gonna use the word innocent for lack of a better word. Really happy-go-lucky and bubbly and just really adorable about everything.
I love my lil baby bat 🥹 🥰
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Hi, do you still take x reader requests?? If you do, I was wanting a Phantom x reader/Y/N (she/they pronouns) and maybe Y/N got kidnapped by a rival being and he shows up rescue Y/N? Possessive Phantom is one of my favorite ideas, and he’s barely, just barely by a thread holding back from going full on eldritch being on the kidnappers + the rival. Maybe Phantom comforts Y/N afterwards too?
Call me Cos :D (for anon, I’ll be space anon if that isn’t taken)
Well, I do so love my body horror, so I'll admit that I kinda went further than that "just barely by a thread" part. . .
(This is based on a set of headcanons I posted a while ago; go here if you'd like to see them.)
Sorry this took so long, but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy it!
(Trigger Warnings: violence, body horror, eyes, teeth, mentions of snakes, mentions of insects, implied kidnapping, implied illegal business, talk of death/dying, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)
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“I’m really not sure what you’re hoping to gain from this,” you announced, resting your cheek against one hand as you looked out at the world through the bars of the cage.
Your captor—an admittedly stunning woman with a halo of crystals orbiting around the golden points of a crown protruding from her silvery hair—hummed thoughtfully.
“Not too much, if I’m being honest,” she answered with a dismissive shrug.
You quirked a brow, straightening your back a little. It was difficult to look her in the eyes; they glowed with undeniable power. The most piercing, dangerous, otherworldly shade of blue you’d ever seen.
Your brain was begging you to focus on something else. Anything else, really. The room outside your cage was extravagant, boasting marble floors and looming pillars and filigree carvings on the walls. Everything was inlaid with blue gemstones in some way. Even your cage, nestled in the corner, was polished and decorated to perfection.
But you still made a valiant attempt to keep eye-contact. You couldn’t just let her think you were some shrinking violet.
“Then why did you bring me here in the first place? Why did you bother to just wait in my mirror until I finally got home?”
The Multiverse Monarch took a few steps closer to further scrutinize you.
“Why does anyone do anything?” She responded. “Why do you mortals insist on making sacrifices, traveling to places you’ve never seen before, crossing bridges that don’t even exist yet?”
“Because we’ll eventually get paid for it,” you replied. “Or, we all hope to, at least.”
Monarch blinked, a small snicker forcing its way through her teeth. She quickly shook her head, engaging in the rolling-your-eyes-with-your-whole-body gesture.
“Because it’s there,” she stated in the most matter-of-fact tone you’d ever heard. “Because it’s just something to do. Something to temporarily keep your little lives from continuing to be mundane as fuck.”
You hummed at the explanation. There was definitely some truth to it, but you thrived on sarcasm. You couldn’t help that; it was a survival mechanism. “I feel like doing any kind of business with Phantom already pretty far from ‘mundane as fuck.’ I almost ended up being one of his contractors when we first met, and now look where I stand with him.”
Monarch tilted her head to the side, folding her arms across her chest. “That kind of thing happens with a lot of dealmakers and potential clients. Much more frequently than you’ think. Don’t feel special.”
“I never said I felt special,” you argued. And now it was your turn to smirk, since it was so obvious that you and Monarch were now thinking the same thing.
Phantom was many, many things. And one of them was, so simply, shady as they came. However, he could also be honest when the mood suited him.
When the two of you had first met, he’d seen you as just another soul with enough potential and enough need of supernatural assistance to be considered for his collection. You, on the other hand, had long-since honed your instincts to sense ulterior motives. And at that point in time, you’d been, for lack of a better word, tired.
Before that point, you’d been stepped on and laughed at and criticized so. Many. Damn. Times.
You’d gotten tired of that.
You’d gotten tired of trying so hard and putting out so much and only getting a few breadcrumbs here and there to show for it.
You’d gotten so tired that it was miracle you’d even bothered to read Phantom’s contract in its entirety.
And even with the potential consequences literally written down right in front of you. . .you’d been tired enough to not care.
So what if your soul became the property of an eldritch abomination?
At least you’d get some time to finally enjoy a few things before that.
You’re not sure what Phantom saw in your tiredness. Hell, you’d flat-out asked him before, and he hadn’t been able to give you a clear answer himself. But that was just it: he’d seen something that he wanted to keep. Not just for his collection, but. . .
Well, Phantom had been quiet for most of that particular meeting, mainly relying on his elevator pitch for small talk as you read through the requirements and expectations. When you took hold on his feather quill, he went silent. He’d stayed silent as you hesitated. You’d felt his eyes boring holes through your skull. And just as you were about to sign your name on the dotted line, Phantom had yanked the contract away, insisting that he needed to make a few updates to it.
The rest, as they say, is history.
“Plus,” you added. “I’ve heard all about the spats the two of you have gotten into. And when you combine those with the business angle of things. . .I mean, I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s still not mundane at all. Isn’t that enough?”
“You’ve only heard about those spats from his perspective,” Monarch snarked. Insanity glinted in her eyes. A buzzing, humming, keening, music suddenly stabbed its way into your ears, and you finally had to look away from her, ducking your head and kneading at your temples.
More footsteps clicked closer, and a cold hand was suddenly grasping your chin, slowly forcing you to look back up.
Her eyes. . .they looked even less human than before. Now they were compound, seeming to shudder in their sockets as that frightening blue light glowed brighter and brighter.
A pair of long, sinuous antennae now protruded from her forehead, covered in a network of crystalline veins. They reached down to lightly tap against your scalp, making that unearthly music reverberate in your skull.
“And enough is ภєשєг єภ๏ยﻮђ,” she concluded, allowing you to catch a glimpse of something shuffling about between the rows of her teeth. “ภєשєг ђคร ๒єєภ, ภєשєг ฬเɭɭ ๒є.”
“MONARCH!” A familiar voice suddenly shouted from somewhere on the outside of the throne room. . .or, it had to be outside the throne room, at least. But then, that voice shouldn’t have been echoing and bouncing around the corners with such violence. “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!”
Not if it was a human’s voice, that is.
And that’s why you immediately recognized it. You’d been hearing it every day for a good couple years now, after all.
You’d been waiting to hear it today.
“I know you know,” Monarch called back, only slightly raising her own tone as a smirk played at her lips. She released her grip on your chin, strolling away from your cage to settle down onto her throne. “That���s what makes this kind of stuff so fun.”
What sounded like a Category 5 earthquake slammed against the towering side-by-side doors that waited across the room. The thunderous sound was followed by a cacophony of screeching, like razor-sharp claws being dragged across ornate wood and stone.
“Well, if we’re going with that logic,” Phantom seethed from wherever he was, “then you also know that if you don’t bring [Y/N] out here right now, I swear I’ll 𐍂𐍊Ƥ 𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐌴𐌰ζ𐌷 𐍈𐍆 𐌸𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐐎𐍊𐍀𐌾Ⲋ 𐍈𐍀𐌴-𐌱𐌸-𐍈𐍀𐌴!"
Phantom’s pitch seemed to warp like metal, now twisting and rattling in the air. It gave the impression of a hissing, growling, churning well; like he was speaking through multiple people—or multiple monsters, really—at once.
“And I’ll just grow replacements for them,” Monarch replied, examining her fingernails, looking extremely cool and collected someone who was facing promises of dismemberment. “If you’re gonna threaten me, then maybe aim for something that’ll be more difficult to recover.”
Another shockwave pounded against the doors from the other side. The entire room shook; you could feel the floor vibrating through your shoes for a long moment.
Phantom’s voice hummed, shifting from ferocious anger to vicious mockery in a heartbeat. “Like those clones of yours?”
You craned your neck to glance at Monarch through the cage’s bars. You had to bite down a chuckle at the way she stiffened; if there was one thing you and Phantom had bonded over, it was the art of schadenfreude.
“My clones are scattered across the multiverse,” Monarch contended. “It would take you at least six-thousand-nine-hundred years for you to find all of them!”
She let out an icy snicker that made your spine want to crawl its way out of your back and go somewhere a little more quiet. “ץ๏ย’гє คɭгєค๔ץ ђคɭŦ-รєภเɭє; รђ๏ยɭ๔ภ’Շ ๒є Շ๏๏ ɭ๏ภﻮ ๒єŦ๏гє ץ๏ย’гє คɭɭ Շђє ฬคץ Շђєгє.”
“Oh, now you’re in for it,” you murmured. Though the speculation was mainly to yourself, you had no doubts that your captor could hear you.
An animalistic roar echoed through the walls, and the doors shook in their frame yet again. This time, the boom was accentuated by the undeniable call of something shattering.
“𐍊 ꡕ𐌰𐌸 𐌱𐌴 𐐎𐌴ࠋࠋ-𐍈ⱱ𐌴𐍂 𐌰 𐨠𐌷𐍈𐍁Ⲋ𐌰𐍀Ɗ, 𐌱𐍁𐨠 𐍊 𐌰ꡕ 𐍀𐍈𐨠 Ⲋ𐌴𐍀𐍊ࠋ𐌴!”
The latest tremor lingered, not just fading away like the last two strikes. You subconsciously held onto the bars in a white-knuckled grip.
Phantom knew you were here; he wouldn’t make Monarch’s entire palace collapse if it meant the risk of you getting crushed in the rubble. Despite your trust in him, your instincts were on still fire now, screaming the the floor was absolutely going to cave in beneath you at any second.
Phantom spoke up again, dripping with surreal danger. “What about all the souls you’ve gathered? What if I set my sights on those, Moth? They aren’t exactly easy to replace. We both now that better than anyone.”
Monarch stood on her throne, her movement too fluid and quick to be natural. The entire lower-half of her face seemed to have eroded away. Smooth, human-esquse flesh had been replaced by the mandibles you’d seen earlier. They shuddered and snapped, making an odd, almost musical chittering noise.
And right above them. . .her eyes. . .
Her eyes had grown disturbingly wide, rolling around in her head as each of the hexagonal units adorning either of them reflected everything around her. You could see yourself in the corner of them. She was still watching you as much as she was watching Phantom through the doors.
Her antennae now almost resembled crooked swords, twitching so violently that it was a wonder how her crown stayed in place.
The lights of the room flickered, growing dark and insidious. The temperature automatically dropped through several degrees; goosebumps prickled over every square-inch of your skin. Your senses were so shocked by the change that you almost didn’t notice the awful chorus of stretching and tearing that coiled through the room.
By the time you finally looked back at Monarch, you choked on air.
Her fair skin and silvery locks had just finished practically ripping themselves apart to make way for. . .not bones, perse. An exoskeleton: a shining, jagged, horrific carapace that looked like it was molded from liquefied diamonds.
The woman was gone.
An enormous insectoid monster stood in her place.
It was like nothing you’d ever seen before (which was saying something, since you’d seen quite a lot thanks to your relationship with Phantom).
As though you were looking at the impossible result of a mythical threesome between a primordial praying mantis, spider, and butterfly.
Far, far too many long, spindly, dagger-like legs and clutching, serrated claws to count.
At the center of them all was a glowing abdomen that trembled with every breath Monarch took. It ended in a glittering stinger that would make even the world’s sharpest harpoon look like a toothpick.
Her mandibles were now large enough to easily decapitate you with one bite. Each time they moved, an otherworldly chittering rhythm leaked out.
Four billowing wings as vast and blue as a trench in the ocean, covered in organized lines of piercing eye-spots.
No. . .those weren’t spots.
Honest-to-fucking-goodness eyes.
And they were still keeping some focus on you.
Monarch snarled. Against all odds, her voice remained soft. When it mixed with that chittering, however, the sound felt like needles. “ץ๏ย ๔๏ภ'Շ ђคשє Շђє ภєгשє.”
And with that, the doors finally buckled, flying off their hinges to embed themselves in the walls.
A haze of heat and terrifying energy swept into the room, followed an instant later by another abomination.
Despite the anxiety prying at your ribs, you still managed to smile. You even felt butterflies in your stomach.
Phantom was here. He’d come to take you back home.
At first, he seemed to be a sentient, slow-moving tornado of smoke. With your personal experience, you knew that he was simply wearing that fog sort of like a cloak.
As more and more of his true form rippled into the throne room, as all the smoke sliced around him, you could easily see the shapes of bones that all fit together to form a colossal serpentine skeleton.
A vast array of organs writhed further inside the seemingly endless ribcage, glowing similarly to the embers at the bottom of a firepit.
That glow had absolutely nothing on Phantom’s eyes, however.
Then again, you weren’t sure if you could really call them eyes.
The sockets in his triangle-shaped head emitted plumes of flaming, spiraling smoke. Beneath them, a maw filled to the brim with serrated fangs; the largest ones dripped with luminescent venom that sizzled as it hit the marble floors. A long, forked black tongue flicked in and out between all those teeth like a party favor.
So, in short: the richest, purest form of nightmare fuel for anyone with ophidiophobia. . .well, almost. Two arms (only two at the moment. You knew more could be summoned and then retracted at a second’s notice) jutted out from its sides, each ending in a clutch of five talons.
And there was something peculiar pinched between two of those talons.
“𐨠𐍂𐌸 ꡕ𐌴,” Phantom hissed as he raised his arm to show it off.
It was spherical in shape, almost looking like one of those pretty glass marbles that always seemed to be in antique stores for whatever reason.
But you knew better.
The longer you started at it, the more it seemed to bounce—no, to pulse in the air. It gleamed with a soft, warm, colorful light. A living light.
That was someone’s soul.
You’d seen Phantom handling souls before, but those all had been his (technically) legal property, having been signed over to him by his clients.
Judging by the way Monarch screamed as Phantom tossed it for his other talons to catch, this one had to be part of her collection.
“𐍊𐨠'Ⲋ 𐍂𐌴𐌰ࠋࠋ𐌸 Ⲋ𐍊ꡕƤࠋ𐌴, ꡕ𐍈𐨠𐌷. . .” Phantom put a little more pressure on the soul in his grasp. It responded via turning a darker shade, almost partially deflating like a smoker’s lung. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ ꡕ𐌴, 𐌰𐍀Ɗ 𐍊 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ 𐌸𐍈𐍁.”
Monarch bristled. For a brief, horrible moment, you worried that she would reach over and clamp the cage to crush it around you like a soda can.
You’d heard stories of her power. As far as you knew, she was one of few beings strong enough to have a stalemate with Phantom.
The two of them stared at one another for what felt like hours.
“คภ๔ ץ๏ย คɭฬคץร รคץ ՇђคՇ ๏Շђєг קє๏קɭє ςคภ'Շ Շคкє ן๏кєร,” Monarch accused, clicking her mandibles. She then let out an acidic sigh. “Ŧเภє. ﻮเשє ՇђคՇ ๏ภє ๒คςк Շ๏ ๓є, คภ๔ ץ๏ย ςคภ ђคשє ץ๏ยгร.”
“𐍀𐍈,” Phantom snapped. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐌾𐍊ⱱ𐌴 𐨠𐌷𐌴ꡕ 𐌱𐌰ζ𐌺 𐍆𐍊𐍂Ⲋ𐨠.”
Monarch hissed, leaning back, tensing up.
“How about you both move at the same time?” You called out, having finally reclaimed your voice.
Both of the crimes against nature swiveled their heads in your direction. One part of you instinctually wanted to curl into a ball. The other part stood firm.
No matter how terrifying Phantom was, no matter how much of a psychological hurdle it always was for you to see him in his true form like this. . .you still knew that he cared about you. He just wanted to keep you safe, to have you stay by his side. Once you were with him again, everything would be fine.
He and Monarch side-eyed each other.
One of Monarch’s legs reached over, clutching at the door to the cage. Simultaneously, Phantom pushed his talons, the soul still in his grasp, toward his rival.
Then, less than a second later, they moved in tandem.
As Phantom passed that unfortunate soul back to its owner, there was suddenly a gaping hole in the middle of the bars. You sprinted out and across the throne room, just barely managing to not trip over that long blue carpet.
Phantom met you halfway, one clutch of talons hovering behind you, gently pushing you to stand closer to him. He lowered his skull, angling it to keep his fangs away as you leaned against him, stretching your arms in an awkward attempt to hug him.
“Շђєгє, รєє? ՇђคՇ ฬครภ'Շ ร๏ ђคг๔,” Monarch piped back up. You didn’t look at her, but you could guess at the snide grin slowly-but-surely spreading over her mandibles. Was this part of the adrenaline rush, or. . .whatever she’d been after? “คɭฬคץร ฬเՇђ Շђє ๔гค๓คՇเςร.”
“𐌸𐍈𐍁'𐍂𐌴 𐍈𐍀𐌴 𐨠𐍈 𐍆𐍁ζ𐌺𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐨠𐌰ࠋ𐌺,” Phantom growled, holding you closer. You could see his horrific excuse for a heart thrashing and shifting through various colors unlike any you’d ever seen on Earth. “𐍊'ꡕ 𐌾𐍈𐍀𐍀𐌰 𐍂𐌴ꡕ𐌴ꡕ𐌱𐌴𐍂 𐨠𐌷𐍊Ⲋ 𐐎𐌷𐌴𐍀 𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐍀𐌴𑀌𐨠 ꡕ𐌴𐌴𐨠𐍊𐍀𐌾 ζ𐍈ꡕ𐌴Ⲋ 𐌰𐍂𐍈𐍁𐍀Ɗ. ʝ𐍁Ⲋ𐨠 𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌺 𐌰𐌱𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐨠𐌷𐌰𐨠."
#the edgelord gets fed#writing requests#my writing#phantom nwtb#nwtb egos#nathan sharp#natewantstobattle#amalee monarch#amalee egos#amalee#amanda lee#the multiverse monarch#tw body horror#tw talk of death/dying#tw implied kidnapping#tw violence#tw mentions of snakes#tw mentions of insects#tw eyes#tw teeth#tw mentions of illegal business
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2 da twerp who cooked liek SHIT!!! in my Pokémon camp!!!
i was just tryin 2 have a nice time with my party in teh Dusty Bowl when u showed up with ur little edgelord Hawt Tawpic ensemble an ur shiny Zaraura which, btw when i spoke 2 it, wuz annoyed wit u and scared of or not understanding my Pokemon!! U just stared blankly @ my party who wer enjoying themselves in da dirt n gentle snowfall until u asked me 2 cook. I got the curry ready and U BURNT TEH CURRY AND MADE MY DRAMPA ND FROSSLASS SAD!!1 Tehn u stirred the pot like a freakin blender purees potato leek soup and sloshed teh shit everywhere!! Teh camp wuz a mess nd I'll have u no that my party consists of a few Pokémon rescued from Hisui! They came from a game dat completely FAILED 2 give closure 2 any plot points, had a completely diminished battle system, and had NPCs who treated tehm liek they were horrible and scary! I've been camping wit them 2 help them settle in wit a new trainer nd region and cooking them delicious curries 2 help with emotional damages and u RUINED THEIR CURRY!! I had 2 grab my stuff nd get da heck outta there and make curry a mile away from u 2 get my beautiful camp properly fed!! Never approach teh curry pot of my beautiful camp again!!!
#how's my shitposting? call 1 800 sht post to report on my shitposting#this is based off something that did happen#also based off of how ppl used to sometimes type on AIM and blogging sites back in the day...if you don't get it you probably weren't there
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Slayers X: Terminal Aftermath: Vengance of the Slayer (PC/SD)
A birthday gift from good friend Evan
Slayers X is a treat; it's a pretty decent boomer shooter straddling the line between Duke Nukem 3D (recreations of a lot of the DN3D era Build Engine terrain and workings on display) and Blood (the 3DCG movies, and also the enemies with their Halloween horror/demon cultist stuff trend here), sometimes to the point of being a git; the second-to-last level is a platforming nightmare, and the final level is hastily done.
But, that's also the joke.
Slayers X on a meta level is an ascended mod of a fictional 90s shooter called Kataklysm, built out of its bones primarily on the direction of Zane Loften, an uncannily accurate 90s 'attitude' era edgelord now a grown man who either never entirely grew out of it or is desperately holding onto it. He's borderline illiterate, he didn't get the subtext of the Matrix, and is a fascinating mix of the Nu-Metal blood-and-gore edgelord and the "disgusting things are cool and being gross is good" kind of softer edgy teenage boy (that was a whole thing for a while when I was growing up, lots of toys aimed at being "gross" and disgusting, based around snot and shit and sewers - faeces are a constant presence and Zane's secret base is the "Steel Sewer", even).
It's a layer that makes the game fucking hilarious, and the bit is committed to thoroughly; the bonus levels include a huge level abandoned because ambition outstretched resources and a recreation of a relative's house (ROT13: vg'f Tebireunhf), the go-to of amateur Doom WAD makers in the days of yore. Some of Zane's lines, hidden messages from his beleaguered friend he badgered into helping and more all sell it so well; it's a big long joke about 90s kids, amateur modders and also just amateur artists in general (the last levels of the game are super short and less intricate and the final boss explicitly sucks because the programmer got fed up and likely everyone ran out of enthusiasm).
I'm told this is an offshoot/spinoff/derived from a part of Hypnospace Outlaw, which I'll have to get around to at some point.
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“I want to know what makes you angry.”
"Easy. Monsters." The second that word leaves his mouth, there it is already. Anger. Fury, really. "And it's not even about the type with fur and teeth. Hell, most of the time, shit's just in their nature. Killing to keep themselves alive and fed. I get that."
He just has to think and it's there. Inside his own mind. Something he figures, no hopes is like that.
"What I don't get is people or whatever else purposely choosing to do fucked up shit for the sake of it. It's not even about being a do-gooder either. Hell, do your own thing if it doesn't hurt people or just do nothing at all. But if it's all for the sake of being evil, then yeah. That shit makes me angry. I hate people like that. Edgelord bullshit that is."
#captured evps : answered#tricursed#hey buddy you sure Az is part of that first group????#conveniently ignoring that it's doing a crapload of things for the sake of them?? sure thing buddy#also thanks for this <3#this is not him saying Hope's a monster btw#entirely a dig at Friedkin/his canon
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HELP IM BACK, somewhat- hehe i didnt post in a long time cause my phone was dying.... so i had no memory storage to.... download... this app again- AHEM ANYWAYS!!! fed myself with tons of deltarune-related stuff to prepare myself for the chapter 3(it would be so fun if it will be released right on my birthday lma)
uhm sooo what do i say here after being gone for a year or so?...
helo. im happi...ur..hea...reedink fhis.🤓!!
I HAVE IMPROVED AT NY DRAWING SKILLS... ASTRONOMICALLY. somehow. your buddy Mark wasnt slacking off the whole year now was i👹
it feels like october is ALWAYS a big month of some big events, waiting for THREE funny thingies to come!! drones, deltatraveler section 3 and delta..rune... chapter 3- hold up did the deltatraveler creators do this... intentionally???? COME ON!! oh, now im just writing my thoughts out-text here, like i always do.... well, some things never change‼‼
oh yeah also QAITING FOR MYSTER SKULLS FINAL EPISODE TO COME OUT... the last one came out in october.... holy... moly.... dont tell me all of those 4 funny thingies will... JUST BLAST ME UP ON MY BIRTHDAY!??! NOOO THIS WILL BE TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR LITTLE FANBOY HEART TO TAKE!!! and yeah i am into murder drones cause N is my exact doppleganger... even if he is yellow(i hate yellow. grrrr....) but hey!! he even has an angsty teen half emo half edgelord mega cool and very lovable gf!!! i cannot argue with that! its like the one who designed N's personality... just... traced it from meee.... hmmm... EH i dont mind being stalked by some animation studios, knowing my kinn list is taller than the biggest skyscraper in the world, i could say i am used to this. AND YES I HAVE ALREADY DREW MYSELF AS A DRONE!! and even if i dont like violence or murder or anything like that because it makes me sick, robo-me is... a murder drone. cause hey!!! N is also one and he is my robo-copy!!
alsp im studying japanese with duolingo now. is that a good idea? will i be able to learn fluent japanese from there? idk, but i hope i will get to a level high enough that would help me start self-educating myself in japanese, just like i did with....other...languages.....AHHEM...... phew! anyways, maybe when the times get even better, i would be able to find what to post! and yeah i have quite a ton of drawings that piled up over the years.... but its all private stuff! its all people that i know or something very VERY personal that i dont share with... anyone!!!! maybe i could cherry pick some stuff from there to post over here like robo version of myself or... maybe other stuff. but the half-realistic ralsei drawing will DEFINITELY go here! whow, i love drawing my kinns. theyre just so... me that.. its just an urge at this point. isnt it also this way for you too? you just see a character that you either heavily relate to, or theyre just outright your copy, pasted in a different looking body with a slightly different voice (LOOKING AT YOU PEOPLE!! N, RALSEI, ARTHUR, DAve, papyrus, steven, simon... AH JEEZ I HAVE TOO MANY STUPIDLY IDENTICAL TO MYSELF CHARACTERS THAT I HAVE A VERY HUGE URGE TO DRAW BECAUSE THEYRE LIKE ME! well, im like an extroverted version of simon muhehe) and you just... go "damn... this is... just me but in another coating! i wanna draw them. i relate to them." I AM HORRIBLE AT EXPLAINING!!
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Can I get Aiden facts? Like I'm weirdly attached that boy like Mika do! What did you put my drink Tenko!
Mika got weirdly attached to him too, or perhaps just really upset that she wasn't talented enough medically to save him. Its Mika, so her genuinely losing her cool is notable.
He comes from an entire family of musicians that travel around together. None of them are ultimate level talented, but are still quite well known.
As a result, he never stayed in one place very often as a kid, causing him to be very lonely during childhood. He loves music, but he wants to connect to people outside of it, you know?
He wasn't actually born mute. His entire family got ill when he was a toddler, and it knocked out his vocal cords. He was too young to really miss being able to talk, and just sees it as a fact of life.
A side effect of this is that he, alongside the rest of his family, are complete germaphobes. He constantly is wiping down his hands and carries hand sanitizer around. (I imagine that if he lived until my chapter four fear motive, he'd probably have to touch something incredibly gross and not wash his hands for the rest of the day. Yuck!)
This is relevant in case 2, since we find his germ gel left around, which he wouldn't do. This is theorized to be where he was abducted before getting murdered.
That being said, he really wants people his age to listen to him. He constantly feels like an outsider, due to most fans of his work being way older than him.
He's kind of sad that people think he's only into classical music, since that is generally what he's hired to conduct. He's a fan of all sorts of music! He'd jump at the chance to help out at a rock concert. Or a country gig. Or anything different from what he's expected to do!
He's really worried that he comes across as socially awkward, when that is not the case. He's perfectly polite, to the point of being passive when he really shouldn't.
While he uses TTS in game, his entire family communicates with him in sign language, so he's not very used to the interface. This poses a crapton of problems communicating until Mika casually admits she knows it too.
He's incredibly good at figuring out what made a sound, and where it came from. I imagine that this would be useful in case one somehow, but I haven't worked out how.
For instruments, he's a jack of all trades, master at none. If his family owns it, he knows how to play it, but conducting is where his real talents lie.
He knows how to compose music as well, and frequently conducts his own songs.
While he's about average height (5'5), he's quite skinny and easy to overpower. Mika says this could be why someone chose to go after him in case 2.
He likes birds, and wants to own one some day. He's undecided about the species.
Thematically, Tom the wedding planner made a comment about how he doesn't want to die alone, and the SHSL edgelord is like, "everyone dies alone deal with it." this is relevant because Aiden is the only character in this game that dies with someone who wasn't involved in the murder. Good for him, I guess?
His unused execution (it would never happen, he's not the type, being a Chihiro foil.) is that he has to force a bunch of talentless Monokumas to play extremely complex classical music. (its implied the execution win condition is if they play it perfectly, but who knows. The win conditions are designed to be unwinnable for the character in question.) They are goofing off, and not playing well in the slightest. Aiden tries to get their attention, but they ignore/don't notice him. Every time the piece is played incorrectly, Monokuma's in the audience pelt him with mud. Eventually, the Monokuma band gets fed up with being told what to do, and gang together to kill him.
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Session 0/1
Posting my D&D sessions’ notes here so that I can find them
Who are the characters:
My character- Mordia the Morbid, an orc cleric of the war-god Gromgore, thinks she's a prophet of his work. She is modeled after a Gospel Church Woman (HALLELUJAH!)
Jade's character- MiMeow Swiftpaw, a panda-person monk, who wants to be the next top chef in Azaroc (the world). She is modeled after Kungfu Panda
Born's character-Kazinutarmingahnis (we're calling him Kaz or Nis bc wtf is that name?), the kobold (think Mushu from Mulan) wizard
Sephie's character- Kaida, a halfling mage (not sure what type yet and she won't tell us) that loves fire
Lindsay's (one of my besties) character- Cat Damon, a tabaxi (cat that talks and walks on 2 legs) rogue, is modeled after Puss in Boots and is a grey/white version of him. My character continually calls him "Pickles" and insists that he's her pet. Cat Damon is tied to my character to repay a debt to her
Aeris's character- Valida, a sun elf fighter with some magic
We meet at a tavern/inn in the city of Elthor
wow who hasn't started in a tavern before
Captain Sanders (ship- Crimson Maiden) took us from Elthor Inn (Tipsy Mast) to Mist Marsh to answer our summons
Also, there were some griffons
like were griffons bc they fuckin dead now bois
MiMeow food poisoned us
wtf MiMeow???
No more griffon steaks for us I guess
Gator Bait (the groundskeeper) picked us up
we were not fed to gators
LAME
he took us to a castle in the swamp
yawn, seen it before in an old campaign
we meet the mysterious benefactor, Lord Hunter (aka goth boi)
Goth Boi gives us a list of questions to answer
is the castle the source of the mist or just a funnel for it
(now I want funnel cakes, but can I have a funnel cake? no bc it isn't fair season yet)
why could Shariah the dragon not use the mist as a weapon?
(bc she's incompetant, duh)
how do we control the mist?
(but like why are we controlling it??)
who are the dark masters?
(and why the fuck do they have such an edgelord ass name for their group??? what are they? a group of 15 year olds???)
which planes protect us vs have the dark masters?
(do we have to visit all of them?)
How do we stop the dark masters?
(probably with light, but I'm just spitballing here)
if the mist can get in from their planes, can they get in?
(tbh probably)
We meet 2 researchers
Haggle Blasthelm the goblin dude in a funny hat
Tim Sabbin the gnome archmage in a better hat
they give us the PLANAR RIPPER
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN
(oh by the way it fucks up a lot and we lowkey may be permanently altered by said fuck ups)
(but LOL what can you do?!)
(oh yea and it only works like once a week ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
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